| The pattern....
Posted: 9/21/2008 7:36:52 PM | | hi manny..... YOu can drop one off anytime!! nice write! | |
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| Poem : I Whispered
Posted: 9/21/2008 7:44:42 PM | | this was awesome and very written. beautiful drop here, i mean that | |
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| Poem : I Whispered
Posted: 9/22/2008 4:49:43 AM | Alright heres a quick poem
to drop on Huck's thread
just wanted to spread some
thoughts on your bread
A really great poem Huck
thats what i say
and Manny your poem... shucks
just blew me away
*AWESOME THOUGHTS!!!!* | |
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| Poem : I Whispered
Posted: 9/22/2008 5:26:25 AM | Hello mthuckleberry . I wrote this a year ago but when I saw the title of your thread...I just couldn't resist.
Posted: 10/13/2007 6 12 PM
Oeuvre
I whispered
“let me wash your hair”
and you did.
Collecting two strands:
one black one silver
a trinity now laced with gold
I whispered
“let me wrap you in aromatic linens”
and you did.
Strip by strip I wove into you
I whispered
“let me kiss your mouth”
and you did.
Like an emaciated child
I suckled all I could
And when you whispered
“your body is my church”
only I knew
this church was built by you | |
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| Poem : I Whispered
Posted: 9/23/2008 2:49:59 AM | moving is such a drag
with the broom of life
sweeping the crumbs
of the past from the
corners of distant
memories
*and it's a royal pain in the ass!!! ...Mornin Huck | |
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| Poem : I Whispered
Posted: 9/23/2008 6:58:26 AM | Thank you for your thoughts and your adds, everyone.
Just a quick write on moving........ so tired!!!
the chaotic rush
with rest waning
eyes weighing heavy
seems so little gaining
more boxes to pack
more loads to load
It seems that so little progress
is actually being showed
high school open house
taking up the eve
so much to be done
before its time to leave
so why am I writing poetry?
why do I spend this time?
soothing to my soul sometimes
just to write another line. | |
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| pondering
Posted: 10/6/2008 10:47:11 PM | Bringing this home from maelstrom.....
traversing an uncertain bridge
over deepening waters,
tides ebb and flow
as the grasp of feeling
captured in a timeless bottle
stirs question of destiny's call.
eloquent voice of the past
searing hearts tender auricle.
yet tears reflections are stirred
by pools of new wonderment.
Passions cautiously piqued
as importuous trust
ponders safe haven.
Steps laid in the dawn of time
considered with inquisitive view,
balancing the precipice of
the horizons before and beyond.
and so, with profound longings,
she gazes. | |
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| pondering
Posted: 10/7/2008 4:10:26 AM | This is a beautiful thread Berry, with some wonderful pensive poems. Great writes everyone, I'd very much like to bring one of mine here that started it's life as a Tanka.
Midnight's Sister
I am a shadow
my sister the midnight hour.
She sits between days, spinning dreams.
Does being second born
mean I always must follow?
If I dare my own dreams
will I find a new life,
under a brighter sky? | |
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| pondering
Posted: 10/7/2008 7:21:12 AM | Thanks PM for adding.....
I really liked those lines about the midnight hour sitting between days. Welcome here anytime!! | |
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| Morning Bay
Posted: 10/22/2008 10:12:23 PM | Filtered light through heavy clouds
Morning rays
Dewey haze.
Across quiet waters the hunters gun
echoes resound
targets found.
Geese honking and seeking shelter
Lifetime mate
found his fate.
She swims alone amidst her flock
A sad scene
In a bay now serene. | |
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| Morning Bay
Posted: 10/23/2008 12:17:26 AM | Pale Reflections
Transparently solid
marriage of fire and rock.
I sheltered a woman,
who was visible light
with lightening
in her crystalline nature.
'Tho time, her master,
took her from me
long ago
I can feel her hand
on my skin.
Remember
pale reflections,
of her luminous face
as time claims me.
A midnight visit from a friend just to drop this off Berry, gonna have to stretch your imigination a bit, I was speaking as a window | |
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| The Window.....
Posted: 10/23/2008 4:27:22 AM | Thanks for dropping by, PM.........and for the midnight inning S-T-R-E-T-C-H!......
The hours I have spent
looking straight through you
a quiet street so long ago
growing up memories
and deaths final goodbyes
Time changed you...
your shapes and revealings.
your warmth, your chill...
a child in a fenced yard
playful joys escaped so quickly
the cement of a culdesac....
a powerful river....
the wonder of meadow and mountain..
Falling leaves
and passers by.
You are always there
As sure as the sun rises
and as sure as it sets
ever transparent....
as through you
I am taken
in a world of faded thought. | |
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| Poem : I Whispered
Posted: 10/23/2008 5:48:26 AM | very nice may i add a piece.
i whispered i wispered a dream to you
as i gaze at you sleeping to
i whispered and gave you a kiss
as i lay watching over you
relaxed and at peace
i wispered how much you meant that day
how make me feel special in everyway
i wispered of the joy of you
youre special thoughts and words so true
i wispered many special things
help you through youre pleaseant dreams. | |
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| Poem : I Whispered
Posted: 10/23/2008 10:28:43 AM | well, whoopie doo....how nice to see you again!!! we missed you!!! hope you're sticking around for awhile.... welcome back home!!! | |
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| Poem : I Whispered
Posted: 10/23/2008 11:29:26 AM | Settle'n in the final pieces
Comforting sounds you will find
The change of streets with street lights
Will guide your days, to come home and relax!!
I Love You hugs and kisses!!!!!! | |
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| Poem : I Whispered
Posted: 10/23/2008 12:17:07 PM | "Trail of Whispers"
I felt the softest whisper,
nick the back of my neck,
playfully and yet shy,
it darted off in a sec.
I followed up the scent
your deliciousness that wows,
the second whisper giggling
somewhere among the bows.
I search the lower branches,
your scent of lingering peach
blowing kisses in the wind,
floating, just out of reach.
I hear the next whisper,
beckoning from afar,
I hear you laughing playfully
yet, know not, where you are.
The next whisper bolder ,
covering up my eyes,
I heard the water splashing,
then, to my surprise
Your voice spoke out more clearly
No longer whispering scents,
"Don't peek, I'm swimming naked!"
yet, not feeling tense.
She collected up her whispers,
the apparel that she wore,
and hand in hand, we walked along
the shores of forever more. | |
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| Poem : I Whispered
Posted: 10/23/2008 8:41:07 PM | Thank you all ( Kevin, Hammy, Swannie, and Manny) for the shared whispers dropped off and for the heartfelt words!!! Loved the buildup of your write, Manny!!!...
Yep......it is indeed nice to be home every now and then, Swannie!!! | |
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| Poem : I Whispered
Posted: 10/24/2008 3:48:08 AM | | it was a pleasure have a nice day in the usa. | |
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| searching for inspiration
Posted: 10/26/2008 11:01:18 AM | Needing inspiration
and wanting so to write
but everything in my heart
seems locked up so tight
Desires to be stirred
smoldering deep within
the key to fuel the fire
far away on outstretched limb
So come to me
muse or beauty
Joy elated or
tears that flow
bring words to my pen
bring seeds that I can sew
vision for my canvas
new hues for my brush
stir the deepest within me
no longer to be hushed. | |
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| being misunderstood.....
Posted: 11/8/2008 4:49:55 PM | words exchanged
in a puddle in the pond
with someone
that I once
felt quite fond
yet he doesnt really hear me
and he cant see my heart
his perspectives so narrow
unchanging from the start
I felt so judged
and was stirred to defend
my actions he did question
as with words my heart did rend
Really, we're just different,
communication not the same.
but he thinks its black and white issues
and I feel like there is blame
I shouldnt let it bother
I shouldnt be upset
but the real issues here
are much deeper yet
Theres a desire that I've yearned for
I've wanted all my life
simply to be understood
for its brought such inward strife
So few see through this complex lass
so few can see my heart
so few can understand my words
instead they just depart.
~~~~~ just a rant arising from an earlier conversation.....feeling emotional and just gaining perspective~~~~~ | |
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| being misunderstood.....
Posted: 11/9/2008 7:08:49 AM | Claustrophobic Conquistador
I went to finally exit today,
to go hunt down the reaper
and collect the bounty upon our heads
but by the door,
was left a jar of ashes.
so I simply closed the window
and surrendered.
hiya huck | |
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| from last line first line
Posted: 11/15/2008 11:26:02 AM | bringing it home......
dreamy wonderings of identity
do I start where I left?
do I leave where I start?
am I me, am I she
and what of my heart?
will it take me without?
will it take me within?
will I do well on this journey
and like the one in this skin?
and what of the person
I dream of so oft
who is he , he is who
is he strong, his heart soft?
will I join him on his path?
will he join me on mine?
do either of us know
what then we will find?
and so the wonderings
they continue right along
I dream and I wonder
and sing identity's song.
~~~~and this one~~~~~
but not so near in reality
a reflection of our frailty
dreams carrying into ecstasy
an enigmatic fantasy
perhaps an idiosyncrasy
the vision of the man I see
ever with me eternally
dreamy wonderings of identity | |
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| kidnapped by dr s.
Posted: 11/15/2008 11:31:41 AM | dr.seuss has overtaken me...
hes kidnapped me for sure
my mouth can only speak in rhyme
my fingers know no cure
its coming out in email
last line and six or less
its coming out in IM chat
but is it lacking some finesse?
will it leave me when I get up
when cyber world is left behind?
or when I walk the streets of town today
will this rhyme be all I find?
a disease I have contracted
a disease I cannot cure
for this style of words has taken me
with a colorful alure. | |
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| kidnapped by dr s.
Posted: 11/15/2008 12:40:01 PM | grins....
It's contagious, mthhuckleberry!
Your idea to create a thread to carry
this lyric land that sounds like Seuss...
I. too, am caught in it's coupling noose!
I've stumbled round my kitchen scheming,
words that rhyme while kettle's steaming.
Laughter pings with each new thought,
and, though the dishes wash, I ought
instead I'm trapped, I entertain
a brand new place of rhymed terrain.
So...would you.. do you think the time's right
to join me in the platypus's plight
to wrangle out a brand new place
where sillinesses show their buffoon face?
We could co-host morn, noon and night...
so whaddaya think? You think you might? | |
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| kidnapped by dr s.
Posted: 11/15/2008 3:55:20 PM | I think I could
I think I might
be happy to join you
on this sight!!
such silliness as this
theres not been had
neither here nor there
why its just so rad!
so steam that kettle
burn some new thoughts.
its time to play
its time to meddle
what shall we call it?
how shall we begin?
would you like to start ?
shall I just jump in??
~~~~lol, my daughter had to tell me to STOP speaking in rhyme today!!!~~~~ | |
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