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I.

Them Gods

them gods captivate us
mortals
whose hearts weep
at the silence of vanishing stars

them gods obstruct the sight of heavens
with their faces beautiful and cruel
and us mortals
bow down
and dampen the earth
with the tristesse of our lowly soul

II.

Po

I pray
for you to be kind tonight
when moons are culled
and only but a half is forgotten
blindly watching my spirit

I cry in tribulation
please love me
even if you do not see me
strewn
in this heap of darkness


16 July 2005


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crystal face I kiss
tongue tastes like sweet cold rain
I fall into pond




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The following comments are for "Them Gods/ Po"
by PETERPAULINO

Lucie and Pen - the goddesses of poetry
Them Gods/Po

Lucie, thank you very much! While writing this poem, I am very much aware of some of your poetry having mentioned something almost akin to vanishing stars and culled moons, I just wasn’t so sure. And then I remembered you wrote something where you pulled out a moon by her roots. I know the poem very well, I commented on it. I am still amazed up to now why you could have such depth in understanding poetry. Think I have said it before, to you, and I know to Pen also; I am afraid I have nothing to hide anymore from you when you discuss my writing.

I invented these gods, I invented Po. I think inside my mind I continue inventing this god Po, and maybe one of these days I’ll come up with something better than this poetry. There’s somewhat a mystique when one writes about them, the process just happens, the writer becomes merely a medium of something out of this world.

I am glad you liked ‘tristesse’. I was quite aware it’s French and that when you read you’ll know. I chose it because I was really looking for a word that would sound like tears because I forbade myself to use the word, LOL.

And the ‘multiple moons’ was indeed intentional. I wanted to point out their presence in the sky even if one doesn’t see them. They are in fact present up there. But I liked most your hindsight, ‘spanning more than a single night’. It could be that way too, because like what I said, I was just a medium here – the gods are telling us more than what our minds could fathom in first reading.

Penelope, I wonder why you mentioned dragons, but I liked it. Who would know really? That these gods are in fact dragons? Dragons are powerful and numinous. Thank you very much.

( Posted by: peterpaulino [Member] On: July 22, 2005 )

Out of this World
Peter,

You have certainly managed to produced pure thoughts and feelings in this one, and as Lucie so expertly pointed out, by relating to the feelings instead of describing them.

We may be miles apart in our poetic styles but there is certainly one thing we have in common:

'There’s somewhat a mystique when one writes about them, the process just happens, the writer becomes merely a medium of something out of this world.'

I feel privliged at times to be the first to read what falls from my pen as I have little to do with it! I am also privliged to read what has fallen from yours....

Namaste,

Ivor

( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: July 23, 2005 )

Truly inspired Peter!
This was absolutely inspired Peter...well done son!

Your marvelous metaphorsis from when you first joined us here at lit to the present is facinating and a joy to watch.

Ma

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: July 23, 2005 )

Ivor and Ma Bea
Ivor, Ohmigod! Your statement left me tongue-tied, not that I could speak to someone here now, but I do talk inside my mind - and now, even inside my mind I can't talk:

"I feel privliged at times to be the first to read what falls from my pen as I have little to do with it! I am also privliged to read what has fallen from yours...."

I know that, to have felt that privilege of being the first one to read my writing - it could become a discovery sometimes!

My dear friend, thank you very much for sharing this piece with me. Your attention just always makes me very happy. :)

Ma Bea, thank you for always being there. i would say you've shared with my feelings through its roller-coaster rides. This one's inspired by all of of those - and the gods that I find always hard to catch. Hugs, Mother... Son, Peter

( Posted by: peterpaulino [Member] On: July 24, 2005 )





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