Category: Poetry

Muse in the Morning

Muse in the Morning

Muse in the Morning

Groove Thing Are we there yet? We can spend our time counting the days living metronomes beating out the hours minutes or seconds but in the end the important question is whether or not tomorrow will be a better day than today and perhaps we could wonder for whom that may be and for whom it will not –Robyn Elaine Serven –April 2, 2008

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Seeking to Connect Be the Change If we strive to live as if the world was as we wish it to be perhaps it will become like that “But that’s the way things are,” says the crowd That thinking is what keeps our lives this world our relationship to this world rigidly unchanging So we resist try to eradicate that mode of thought try to keep flicking some switches hoping that more lights will illuminate searching for a trigger to ignite the cascade effect that will bring the change we desire It starts inside each of us with those things we can really control –Robyn Elaine Serven –March 26, 2008

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part I

i’m moving to The Netherlands on May 30 and won’t be around as much… due to a six hour time difference and settling into my new life.

next Thursday will likely be my last writing in the raw for a while. however, I intend to keep posting the Friday Pony Parties at 6ish… well, i will resume posting the ponies. i’ve been a bit distracted and out of any reasonable routine these last weeks.

so. nine months or thereabouts. absorbed in, with, about Docudharma. i have to tell you, i was shocked when buhdy asked me to join Docudharma as a contributing editor. i’m still not sure what prompted the invitation… but it has been the very best place for me over these many months. and it feels like i’ve known so many of you for years now… i love how the energy of friendship has surpassed time and space and 3d to find its way to me.

it has been thrilling to be immersed in your talents, encouraged by your brave hearts, sheltered by your kindness, and kept alive laughing by some of the wittiest, funniest people i’ve had the pleasure to know and love. And I am mostly kept sane absorbing the simple and honorable commitment of so many to do right by this living planet of ours.

i just thought you guys should know. how important you are. to me.

Peace Resistance You desire that I engage in discussion concerning the relative value of War You wonder why I resist The only wars having merit are the ones too seldom fought When do we fight hunger and disease bigotry and ignorance neglect and greed? Fighting these doesn’t require armed conflict but rather the engagement the minds and hearts the imagination and cooperation of good people Will we never try? –Robyn Elaine Serven –March 20, 2008

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Breaking Dawn Songs that voices seldom share Does it matter if you hear me When the morning comes I’ll be there by your side –Harry Nilsson Can you hear me? Does it matter if words adapt to three-part harmony? Are you waking? Will you stop here to share yourself so everyone can see? And in the morning when I am here I may be spreading a good thought And sometime later when you stop by will anything of substance have been taught? Can you hear me? Does it matter? –Robyn Elaine Serven –March 18, 2008

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Found Poetry

From our StatCounter service I receive daily emails with various stats, including the search terms that people used to find our site.  I usually let these sit in my inbox until I have a few months saved up and then I sort through and pick out some of the strange or unusual ones.   As the list builds, I begin to notice common themes and phrases. Occasionally they will be in a sequence that actually makes sense.  By grouping and rearranging the phrases I put together the following Found poems.  The phrases in the titles and passages are exactly as entered. I haven’t edited for spelling or added/removed words.

our multipolar disorder

elected officials inept

crippling nostalgia

the american dream? time to wake up!

the next revolution is gonna be a revolution of ideas

if it’s a lie, then we fight on that lie, but we gotta fight

the fear urgency of now

no matter how long the darkness is

the sunbeams will cut through them like swords.

we are confronted with the urgency

while usa sleeps about war

Lurking Blueprint A notion and intention initially Ideas congeal words emerge slide into place some locked some fit to be tumbled pliantly capable of movement until unity forms Structural collapse conceptual disintigration and verbal desertion are neighbors skulking on the other side of walls too thin –Robyn Elaine Serven –March 18, 2008

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The Lure of the Gold Entitlement Shouldn’t entitlement be an increasing function? Should not our children be entitled to more freedom liberty, joy and happiness than we were? Shouldn’t their children if they have any deserve still more? Or do you speak of material things? Do you look to me as the reason you don’t have more? –Robyn Elaine Serven –March 14, 2008

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Pooling Absolutely Nothing War Huh!  Good God, y’all! What is it good for? War is good for making the rich richer those mongers who profit from human suffering and tragedy It matters not if they benefit from victory by one side or the other only that War continue somewhere forever And War is good for spreading that suffering and tragedy along with hatred death and the disintegration of human society What more could anyone want? –Robyn Elaine Serven –March 13, 2008

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At the Nub Truth Stripped of pretense scraped down to the nub bathed in the acid of reality Truth is coated by no varnish No twisting spinning bending stretching can alter it Truth is inviolate but there are many pretenders –Robyn Elaine Serven –March 12, 2008

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