a snake

[Buddha]

I'm a polytheistic moron - does that mean I qualify for Buddha status?

Yes, all beings have Buddha nature. Even pythons. Even Mystic Rythm.

I made an intensive study of spiritual philosophies for many years until I sat down under the shade of that Bodi tree and finally attained enlightenment. But the 4 fold-noble path is open to all who choose to walk it. Some attain understanding through study. Some by chopping wood.

Namaste',

Buddha

[Mr.Anon.E.Mouse]

Originally Posted by Mystic Rythm

once there was a snake!
he saw a flower!
he wanted to eat it!
but he thought if he ate that flower, he will be lonely,
so he didnt ate that flower!

A word of advice: Be careful to not spill the bongwater on the floor - it NEVER comes up.


Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!

[Trilby]

I wonder what Mystic is doing right NOW? I wonder if he's composing another mind-blowing poem? His poems haunt me. I think about them, mull their various meanings over in my mind, dream of them and pass on their crunchy nuggets of goodness to everyone I meet.

[Queen of the Ryche]

Really? You actually remember them past leaving this thread? Now I am the one that is haunted.

[Trilby]

(creepy ghost-y music) Yes! Be afraid! (ghoulish sounds, moaning) The power of the Mystic is awesome! (chains dragging on wooden floor, screams)

[Queen of the Ryche]

for some reason the "store crappy poems" switch is permanently turned off in my brain - perhaps from oversaturation.

[wolf]

Too much Emily Dickinson and ee cummings in college too, eh?

What do I know. My favorite poem is "Death of the Ball-Turrett Gunner."

[Trilby]

wolf, you're a different breed.

And just exactly how much ee cummings is too much? I love ee. He's so dirty!

[Perry Winkle]

My favorite EE Cummings poem is "Anyone Lived In A Pretty How Town". We had to analyze it in one of the english classes I took in High School. I'm not much for analysis of poetry, I like poetry, at least modern poetry, for the sound of it.

[Trilby]

I love that one, too. A great Halloween poem of his is "hist whist"--so cute and clever.
and "I like my body when it is with your body" (eyes big love-crumbs----a great line!)
and "She being Brand-new;" Great, great stuff. I've lately forgotten about ee and I'm glad to be reminded.

Here is my very most favorite snake poem in the entire world. Eat your heart out, Mystic:

Snake
by D.H. Lawrence


A snake came to my water-trough
On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat,
To drink there.
In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob-tree
I came down the steps with my pitcher
And must wait, must stand and wait, for there he was at the trough before
me.

He reached down from a fissure in the earth-wall in the gloom
And trailed his yellow-brown slackness soft-bellied down, over the edge of
the stone trough
And rested his throat upon the stone bottom,
And where the water had dripped from the tap, in a small clearness,
He sipped with his straight mouth,
Softly drank through his straight gums, into his slack long body,
Silently.

Someone was before me at my water-trough,
And I, like a second comer, waiting.

He lifted his head from his drinking, as cattle do,
And looked at me vaguely, as drinking cattle do,
And flickered his two-forked tongue from his lips, and mused a moment,
And stooped and drank a little more,
Being earth-brown, earth-golden from the burning bowels of the earth
On the day of Sicilian July, with Etna smoking.
The voice of my education said to me
He must be killed,
For in Sicily the black, black snakes are innocent, the gold are venomous.

And voices in me said, If you were a man
You would take a stick and break him now, and finish him off.

But must I confess how I liked him,
How glad I was he had come like a guest in quiet, to drink at my water-trough
And depart peaceful, pacified, and thankless,
Into the burning bowels of this earth?

Was it cowardice, that I dared not kill him? Was it perversity, that I longed to talk to him? Was it humility, to feel so honoured?
I felt so honoured.

And yet those voices:
If you were not afraid, you would kill him!

And truly I was afraid, I was most afraid, But even so, honoured still more
That he should seek my hospitality
From out the dark door of the secret earth.

He drank enough
And lifted his head, dreamily, as one who has drunken,
And flickered his tongue like a forked night on the air, so black,
Seeming to lick his lips,
And looked around like a god, unseeing, into the air,
And slowly turned his head,
And slowly, very slowly, as if thrice adream,
Proceeded to draw his slow length curving round
And climb again the broken bank of my wall-face.

And as he put his head into that dreadful hole,
And as he slowly drew up, snake-easing his shoulders, and entered farther,
A sort of horror, a sort of protest against his withdrawing into that horrid black hole,
Deliberately going into the blackness, and slowly drawing himself after,
Overcame me now his back was turned.

I looked round, I put down my pitcher,
I picked up a clumsy log
And threw it at the water-trough with a clatter.

I think it did not hit him,
But suddenly that part of him that was left behind convulsed in undignified haste.
Writhed like lightning, and was gone
Into the black hole, the earth-lipped fissure in the wall-front,
At which, in the intense still noon, I stared with fascination.

And immediately I regretted it.
I thought how paltry, how vulgar, what a mean act!
I despised myself and the voices of my accursed human education.

And I thought of the albatross
And I wished he would come back, my snake.

For he seemed to me again like a king,
Like a king in exile, uncrowned in the underworld,
Now due to be crowned again.

And so, I missed my chance with one of the lords
Of life.
And I have something to expiate:
A pettiness.Taormina, 1923

[Trilby]

I don't read poems that are longer than my arm.

Originally Posted by Brianna

I don't read poems that are longer than my arm.

too bad

[BigV]

Here is my very most favorite snake poem in the entire world. Eat your heart out, Mystic:

Snake
by D.H. Lawrence


A snake came to my water-trough
On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat,....

Thanks, that was beautiful.