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May 05 2009

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

An Opened Mind XXX

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Partisan

Presence

Some of us are here

to save the world

to advance the society

to repair the errors

in the structure

of human culture

to guide the course

of human interaction

with and in

this universe

But some are here

to be entertained

they think

by arguing

for pointless

personal gain

that quite frankly

advances nothing

Which are you?

Who are you?

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–January 4, 2007

May 04 2009

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

An Opened Mind XXIX

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Trapping the Demon

Emerson or Thoreau?

I am not

devoid of feelings.

I can be

hurt by words.

I can feel

anger at slights.

A stick swung

at someone else

will still hurt

if I am

the one stricken.

A stone thrown

at someone else

will do me damage

if me it strikes.

I can and do

feel outrage

when any group

is disparaged

anytime

anywhere.

This place

is not immune.

Where is the honor

in attacking

a Phelps of Topeka

for bigotry

if we practice

the moral equivalent

in this virtual realm?

Where is

the high ground?

Where is

our center?

Is the tent

in this place

too small

to contain

people like me?

Where is

your outrage?

Where is

your anger?

What is

your response?

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–December 8, 2005

May 03 2009

The Hourglass

By rb137 in Art, Poetry

It is appropriate that time be measured

by the stark shadow cast by a stake in summer

or by the flow of water in the river

where Heraclitus saw time’s ironies

since, seen as time and fate, they are alike;

the movement of the mindless daytime shadow

and the irrevocable running on

of river water following its flow.

Just so, but time discovered in the deserts

another substance, smooth and of some weight,

that seemed to have been specifically imagined

for measuring out the ages of the dead.

And so appears this instrument of legend

in the engravings in the dictionary,

an object graying antiquarians

will banish to a dusty underworld

of things — a single chessman, a broadsword,

now lifeless, and a clouded telescope,

sandalwood word away by opium,

a world of dust, of chance, of nothingness.

May 01 2009

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

An Opened Mind XXVIII

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Circuit

Perspective Be Damned

Escher had it right

when he showed us that

it was all about perspective

Up and down are relative notions

as are darkness and light

Is this reality simply

the reflection of another?

But even Maurits

would be hard-pressed

to find validity

in the fabric

of truth and untruth

woven to justify

this war

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–December 7, 2005

Apr 30 2009

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

An Opened Mind XXVI

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Shell

Metaphors

Sometimes when you

peer inside an egg

all that you find there

is the inside of the shell

holding in darkness

A brain can seem as empty

A heart can seem as black

Courage can seem as fragile

as an empty egg shell

I am reminded of the wizard

It was all for show

with smoke and mirrors

Impressively awesome

with very little substance

The parallel is clear

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–December 29, 2005

Apr 30 2009

Pony Party: Caption This!

By Youffraita in Art

A selection of critters for you to caption: can’t wait to see what the dharmaniacs can come up with!

moar funny pictures

As always, please feel free to leave your own pics, lols, or whatever in the comments. And remember: Pony Party is an open thread. Please do not rec the party.

Apr 29 2009

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

An Opened Mind XXVI

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Bouquet

I grieve for us

One more life

extinguished

this time in

California

on our dime

in our time

in our name.

Who is to blame?

We all pulled

the plug.

This candle

was snuffed out

Now don’t we

feel better?

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–December 13, 2005

Apr 28 2009

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

An Opened Mind XXIV

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Dust

Reconsider

I hear and understand your song

I just do not choose to sing along

You say no one will win election

unless they believe in resurrection

In Jesus must the faithful believe

No different path can you conceive

My soul you tarnish, my heart is rent

Our country was not from Heaven sent

How will you make your restitution

for so flouting our Constitution?

It says our nation is based on laws

so release it from your greedy paws

This can never be the land of God

or our world will War grind down to sod

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–February 9, 2006

Apr 27 2009

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

An Opened Mind XXIV

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Black and Gold

Tarnishing the Gold

Jesus

he was a handsome man

handsome of soul

if not countenance

He should have been

what he wanted to be

a breeder of peace and love

He told me I should

do unto others

as I would want them

to do unto me

He never told me

it was a bargain

or payment

or investment

to expect benefit

compensation

or return

— nothing —

except

for the knowledge

that I did the right thing

Those who want more

have tarnished his name

and denied his dream

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–January 20, 2006

Apr 24 2009

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

An Opened Mind XXIII

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Devotion

Faith

Faith is the certainty

that we are not alone

Some people need the presence

of Someone who will intercede

for them before their

Higher Power

Some people need to know

that they belong to one group

only because they don’t belong

to another

I only need to know

that someone else also realizes

that we can’t be alone

if we are all here

together

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–date unknown

Apr 23 2009

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

An Opened Mind XXII

Art Link

Folds

Each conclusion

is an initiation

a fold in the fabric

our our spacetime

One phase

passes into another

a relationship ends

another begins

creasing our stories

writing our narratives

in the available media

The wrinkled origami

thus formed

is a life

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–February 21, 2006

Apr 22 2009

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

An Opened Mind XXI

No pessimist ever discovered the secrets of the stars, or sailed to an uncharted land, or opened a new heaven to the human spirit.

– Helen Keller

Storyboard

Performance Art

A life is a play in many acts

each day a new scene

Sometimes one is the actor

and sometimes the script

but a life only attains

full measure or meaning

when one assumes

the role of director

–Robyn Elaine Serven
–November 30, 2005

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