| fan writes Posted: 6/27/2009 1:44:42 AM | i love this thread! to the one who keeps changing her name :) this was written in her buttercup phase.....
ode to the buttercup
scattered among the grass blowing in the breeze one might catch a glimpse of a buttercup standing tall with ease
displayed upon her stem there for all to see a flower so lovely of simplicity and beauty
now should her yellow reflection appear upon your chin then somewhere on your path you and buttercup made a connection
so pay attention to her message she has one for everyone and in it contains the sweetest of wisdom
Breakfast at Tiffany's Posted: 6/3/2009 436 AM | |
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| fan writes Posted: 6/27/2009 1:49:16 AM | one more for now.... written to the writers on manny's fireside thread and really to all the poets who post here on pof.....
The Fireside
here by the fireside a place to come and be a gathering quite simply of people speaking honestly sharing their deeper identity many feeling daring and free to open up and let others see what has created our psyche to join this hermetic circle of poets of humanity feeling like family growing deeply and lovingly as the heat takes hold warming and relaxing heart and soul feeling our unity created so beautifully rise like the water's tide as the flames reach high joining earth with sky here by the fireside
The Fireside 6/25/2009 6 57 AM | |
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| fan writes Posted: 6/27/2009 8:56:11 AM | Although I have read some very interesting posts on various forums..the one that inspires and touches me is only one....JuJuBee.
I am not an artistic guy by any means, I am more of technical guy, and I figure anything I would try to write would probably invoke laughter at the feeble attempts. I write anyway because anything that I write that would even remotely resemble a poem of any kind is written for one reason:
To see JuJuBee smile. | |
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| fan writes Posted: 6/27/2009 8:59:26 AM | | Ok doggy burst my bubble. I thought men wrote poetry to express their inner thoughts lol | |
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| fan writes Posted: 6/27/2009 9:11:42 AM | Same thing Autumn.......................... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
so many wonderful writers on this forum...........so many times been touched to deep for words,by words................i would just like to thank them all every writer,everyone who feels the need to write a thought down...............to rhyme two lines in order to make a thought.................such beauty,that souls can comunicate over internet lines using an art as old as time..................... | |
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| fan writes Posted: 6/27/2009 10:06:16 AM | charlie brown and juju sittin in a tree k i s s i n g
first comes love then comes marriage if you were ten years younger a baby carriage
hahahaha Couldn't help myself. lol | |
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| fan writes Posted: 6/27/2009 11:03:15 AM | wow...just, wow....
I was afraid this wouldn't take off, there are so many other threads....then I get on this afternoon and lots of visitors! Welcome, and thanks so much.
I've kind of gotten errm, lazy over time, and stopped exploring as many threads as I used to. I apologize to all my friends, sincerely. Part of that is I'm trying to date, and actually get a real life as rich and full as my cyber life is, which requires curbing my computer usage a bit...since I'm pretty content to be cerebral and introverted, it's an uphill battle. Fortunately, my children nag me to get out, and they've learned that from the best.... All I ask is when you write something for someone else, think about bringing it here too...I don't care how many times you've shopped it out before, doesn't matter...
ah, JuJuBee, one of my favorites....I bet you didn't know that...you've got such a sweet nature, and I really admire that.
WeAre1, thanks for dropping those off here! Another sweet natured writer....I've been meaning to stop by Manny's, one of those things I've let slide...
Charlie, let go and write it....
y'all do realize that the only reason that men write songs and poetry is to get women to take their clothes off. Right?
Tell me NO! It can't be true
Ok doggy burst my bubble. I thought men wrote poetry to express their inner thoughts lol
Same thing Autumn
so are men's inner thoughts totally consumed with getting women's clothes off? hmm...
Well sometimes I've had some really deep conversations with men, but it helps if I don't think they want in my pants...I'm not sure if it's me thinking I can really open up to them, because there's no one to "impress" or audit what I think or say...no rejection to face for being who or what you really are....
I know, I know, real love is supposed to be like that...they say....I'll take "their" word for it, since it appears to be an urban legend for this girl...
Or is it them? Is it easier opening up to me because they don't desire me? Maybe there's something to those books that say we fvck up our best connections because we care too much about the other person's good opinion and change ourselves to keep it...food for thought...
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This was written when yet another poster became irritated enough to post about the weird last lines in first/last....he was afraid it would stop the thread...and here it is on it's second incarnation....
first, last
just laughs...the end. not so my friend just apply imagination a little verbal transportation to spin the wheels upon your noun and turn your adverb upside down this thread has never stopped before but stalled a couple days or more someone will polish up their mind to pen the poem that breaks the bind because this is a campfire thread for all to stop and break their bread and dip their cup for inspiration to leave us with the transformation
LS 9/04/07 | |
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| fan writes Posted: 6/27/2009 11:30:11 AM | the god's honest truth would be that I'd be thinking about you naked no matter what you were saying, darlin. You're just hot. sheesus | |
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| fan writes Posted: 6/27/2009 2:37:32 PM | a poem for sarah then....... Hi my name is Sarah she smiled,I laughed she sighed,I shrugged like Atlas her eyes hidden by a tint but not her thoughts they were so real and raw for one so youngish I had so little on my mind she so much,as if I were blind
For Joro.... here rests Joro peacefully so let not there be sorrow do not shed a tear he'll write some more tomorrow | |
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| fan writes Posted: 6/27/2009 6:00:46 PM | Brizo...girlll....you made my eyes water...thank you.
Hey ChasB! You got the girl... Smiling from head to toe.
Shouldn't this be a sin? Enjoying laughing...what we know Yes, I'm wearing a grin
Brawn...you are a turkey.
I'm missing two triplets of late Ash...& Edie Three hearts tried Tested True Midnight music head long run ons Thought ya knew! Different ages Places in life Yet hand in three...we walk side by side
Loving this, Brizo-greatest thread yet! | |
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| fan writes Posted: 6/28/2009 11:57:31 AM | I'm missing miss Ash too, not too sure who Edie is...I probably only know her screen name...
this was written for Sophia when she left...I was missing her lyrical mind and her extraordinary talent... ************************************
Sophia
ah, it is the manner of this place that causes you to fall in love with another's grace it matters very little male or female the ties that bind are formed from mind to mind and so it is with sadness we watch you turn and leave forgive us, lady we wear our heart upon our sleeve
4/01/08 Fingerpainting | |
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| fan writes Posted: 6/28/2009 3:46:46 PM | JuJu...
Glad you are smiling...
But if it is a sin for me to win Then I will gladly face the penalty for my place In love's race. So long as I get to hear your voice in my ear And see the smile on your face | |
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| fan writes Posted: 6/28/2009 6:12:52 PM | see Charlie....not bad, not bad...
Brawny, you'll give me a big head...but thank you, sincerely. Sometimes I just don't feel very attractive, and it's nice to hear.
Fission, thanks for stopping in! And with a double header...
This was written for Autumn, Ravin, Sophia and Woobs...
aria
I listen to the cantatrici with my heart melodic pens applying subtle art spinning language into songs approaching the cadenza one by one capturing the moment with cachet grace that lingers as the last notes fade away
LS 04/11/08 A New Poetry Game, Patchworking for the mother | |
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| fan writes Posted: 6/28/2009 11:55:38 PM | | My flesh is weak but my heart is STRONG!!!!! haha best quote ever | |
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| fan writes Posted: 6/29/2009 12:23:20 AM | mj sang this....."beat itt...beat ittt...knowone wants too bee defeated, show how funky..strong is your fight...show em who's wrong and who's right.......beat ittt beat ittttt....la la la la...lol | |
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| fan writes Posted: 6/29/2009 7:12:04 AM | Brizo,
Thank you for the compliment. I really appreciate it.
Girl 4 U09...
Truer words have probably never been spoken..lol
I hope all is well with everyone in their worlds this morning. | |
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| fan writes Posted: 6/29/2009 10:48:51 AM | For Mandrake on Fireside with much love:
I will sit at your feet as you tell of of long ago times that moved in cadence gently washing over us with thier ebb and flow
I will stand by your side, M battling facietious and unwise shoulder to shoulder taking on the world one at a time
I will hold your hand to comfort you as those we love leave too soon when tears flow unchecked *edit* hearts realize the comfort of friendship | |
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| fan writes Posted: 7/1/2009 8:59:49 PM | thanks for keeping this going....
Polly Pisces
Polly Pisces pretty fish men would like you on a dish but I like you for your mind the rhythms your words tightly bind and make me read a time or two wishing I was bright as you I'm your friend, though often late and like the Guinness, which you hate though I'll admit it's sipping stuff not like that light beer fizzy fluff so pat yourself upon the back for cleverness that some folks lack (and Erik can't get spanked enough I hope Cyn's arms are really buff....) | |
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| fan writes Posted: 7/2/2009 12:59:20 PM | ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ... Responses to Msg 25 ... ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^
My Poetry ~
To some degree I write for me Other times it is for others to see Words that are written pleasing maybe Expressions truly shared … are all to be seen
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| fan writes Posted: 7/4/2009 10:04:17 PM | SeaHorsey, welcome and thanks....
the path (for drea on her birthday)
the tree people talk with leaves that rustle secrets and earth wisdom
while she dreams the old ones visit they walk her path and whisper true
she weaves in daylight everyone she loves within her view the other side behind her eyes stands gazing at the new
LS 12/29/08 | |
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| fan writes Posted: 7/4/2009 11:35:28 PM | That was beautiful Brizo and it fits Drea perfectly. This one I wrote for Ravincause after meeting her and staying on her farm for a night.
North of Norwood
A cacophony of sounds Waking up displaced but content A mare neighing to her foal Cows in the sunlight waiting to be milked The soft snore of a man’s dream And the musty smell of earth everywhere earth
The commune rises in the morning mist Nomads who are tired of the demise of mother earth Spread their blankets out beneath the rising sun To break bread and build fires of friendship they come Children running round in a field of beginnings Their hearts beating to the sounds of homemade drums Sweetgrass purifying the hearts of poets While the guitar serendipitously strums. | |
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| fan writes Posted: 7/5/2009 8:13:09 AM | ^^^^^^I was so downcast that I missed that poetry festival....
Sorry I didn't write you a birthday poem this year hon, the muse is seriously absent....I'm just grateful for anything she leaves at all...
this is the one I wrote for Ravin's birthday...
Happy Birthday seeker of light this is the year it all will come right creation, destruction consuming its tail the cycle continues life's song without fail we age and learn to view life at an angle stepping out of the knot of avarice's tangle what once was important gets moved to the back we discover new interests and knowledge we lack dawn's on the horizon and welcoming you inviting you forward with an enticing view
HAPPY BIRTHDAY K...... | |
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| fan writes Posted: 7/5/2009 9:54:13 AM | These were written for/about Donna (the late Cdn Reader):
How quiet you are! It seems as if every day you grow more silent as if you were delving into layers of unspeech previously unknown to the truculent, the deeply hurt or the profoundly deaf. * Talking with Donna
You may talk with hundreds and still feel unheard, unassuaged, or
you can talk with one and feel as if hundreds have been listening attentively storming love your way * Donna, the day before
A silence settles back over the day just past, a day I spent talking, to everyone within reach, of my grief over the imminent death of my friend. I talked and talked and everyone was sympathetic
but my grief was not assuaged
and my words and theirs were swallowed up by the silence encroaching from later on *
And this one was written for Brizo, inspired by the metaphor of a bird in the poem she'd posted just before this:
Birds in adjacent cages pondering each other's dreams. | |
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| fan writes Posted: 7/5/2009 3:22:14 PM |
Thank you , Jer...
It was a bad year in the poetry forums, we lost three I believe... | |
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| fan writes Posted: 7/6/2009 6:10:21 AM | Alright I got one. Well actually a few But guarantee everything he writes, I read And that's the lowdown dawg Cause, mainly he tells it like it is Funnier than shit And one don't have to scratch their head Trying to figure out some metaphor Cause he tells it like it is And when he's on, that man's a poet But it don't matter if he's on or not In fact he's like Johnny Carson Who was the best when he was bombing Alright that's enough, before he calls me a faggot again... :) | |
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