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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 11/24/2005 6:37:08 PM | Imagination running wild
Like buffalo across a plain
Thoughts consuming
Like fire and flame
Dreams fleat by
Like sparrows in rain
Feelings are scattered
Like bubbles in champagne!
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 11/24/2005 9:59:04 PM | Great writes everyone:)Dewkiss....you have alot of power & punch behind your words...excellent and strong write dashance...the best time to write for me also seems to be when Im feeling very stongly about anything...words just seem to flow then dont they? Divisionbell...I love the word pictures you paint and the cool imagery...great job!I hope to see more of your stuff here ..Sweet of OB to help awww :) Poet...thanks for posting your write and giving a bit of commentary ..good of you to stop by(hugs)Have an excellent night and I hope to see yall soon..beautifuldreamer,Im glad you enjoy posting here.I enjoy reading your work.Have a great night:)Kat | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 11/24/2005 10:10:30 PM | I have seen this thread forever. And to be honest, I have NEVER read anything in it. I dont know if there is a theme or not... but every time I read the name of the thread... I kinda cringe. If you will allow me... I will tell you why, then I will be on my way...
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Do I want to be a poet? No, not any longer, and now I know why.
A poet... hes the man that is honored for his pain, and praised while we see him die.
Hes the man that knows what its like to go without, the one who bleeds.
Those silent nights that you know you're all alone, those nights no one needs!
The grip of the knife as it rips apart our emotional skin
The lies in the words, the message we spell out.. that we can't win.
The blood in the eyes that constantly cry tears that no one can see.
The voice in the fog, the damned in the misery.. the you inside of me!!!!!!
Do I wanna be a poet?
For the love of God... NO!!!! | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 11/24/2005 11:18:06 PM | heya Cross I actually ran across your above poem one day when I was reading your thread a while ago...I thought it may have been inspired by this thread.So many writers have emailed me ,and asked how to start their own threads. They wanted to post in my other one,but they didnt feel confident enough in their writes yet.This is a stepping off place for new writers to get comfy posting their works in the forums.Its also for anyone who just wants to post their poems because they like it here:)I can see where being a poet and knowing all the life experiences,emotions,at times pain and suffereing,and feeling things so deeply sometimes it feels like our souls will bleed... that maybe the title seems cavalier and could make you cringe...I used it more as a way to get a new writers attention that this is a place to try their hand and have fun with writing in a relaxed atmosphere....Is my other thread title cool with you at least ?LOL..Im kidding  Kat | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 11/24/2005 11:26:18 PM | | Hey Alis... this title is cool with me, as is your other one. You know me... a bit melodramatic. I see the title aside from its intended purpose. But thats just me... lmao. Its a great idea and I think you have done the writing community a great service by starting this thread. And someone tell me why in the hell this sounds like some British guy posted it???? | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 11/24/2005 11:31:05 PM | | Thanks for your kind words Cross...Its good to see things in different lights, with new perspective,and from all views,and angles..I appreciate hearing peoples opinions and feelings..Thanks for sharing yours,Kat | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 11/25/2005 5:43:56 AM | here's one bout the wonderful sport of Paintball,
Behind the lens,
The breathings tough,
You've paid the price,
You're feeling rough,
You recall that moment,
You held so dear,
Was it the Vodka?
Or maybe the beer?
The marshall counts down,
The game has begun,
The moment of truth!
Crawl, walk or run!
The former is tempting,
The latter seems right,
You're man of the moment,
The angle is tight!
Two down! Three to go!
Adrenalin's pounding!
Two more painted!
Victory resounding!
Go for the kill...
Only one more to find!
You've got the flag!
And you're shot from behind! tehehe.... remember THAT kind! BFT 94 'Finmere' | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 11/25/2005 7:58:45 AM | Nice write divisionbell. Hiya Kat
Quite right, CROSSFADE, a poet puts their soul on a page,
And lets everyone see, their internal bleeding,
People read, and admire, the written sorrow or rage,
But forget, there's an actual person pleeding.
On the other hand, times aren't always dark,
A poet's words, aren't always about pain,
They write of love, survival, a simple walk in the park,
They write of adventures, lust, and things quite sane.
A disection of the soul, it is for sure,
But what lies inside, depends on mood,
It could be either, a horrific, or lovely tour,
Whichever it is, they tend to serve great soul food.
Peace  | |
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| So ya wanna go shopping?hehe :D
Posted: 11/25/2005 9:32:46 AM | Hiya Open Book I really enjoyed your take on a poets journeys in writing:)It was a very well rounded tour of all sides of being a poet so beautifully expressed Smyler67...welcome to my thread.Your poem put a smile on my face with its jovial tone and easy flow.I enjoyed it alot..Stop by anytime.. SoosyQT~~Thanks for stopping by,and for your kind words.So sweet of you! have an awesome day yall.I just wanted to stop by really quickly and see what everyone is up to before I go holiday shopping  hehe..hugs,Kat | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 11/25/2005 10:12:54 AM | Scream
I scream I curse
the pain I am in is the worst
I cut to bleed I need to know that I am real.
I knash my teeth I bite I see.
You no longer need me here.
Thats ok my love I will disappear.
No more will I burn your eyes
I know that I am despised
I want to sleep now so please don't wake me
To fall into to a wonder where no pain can touch me.
I hate you I want you to feel the way I do.
I want to cut you make you bleed.
As I go on you will see my sanity is depleating
I wanna SCREAM I want you to die no longer will I be at your side.
I am going crazy you can see I am no longer making sence.
I wanna kill I wanna kill I wanna see you die.
The pain you gave me I can no longer bare.
I will sneak into you our home watch you sleep the they will mourn.
I will slice you dice you like you made me do.
Silence has filled the room I now am feeling the gloom
Your blood is on my hands my face.
Only my tears are my cleansing grace
Now it is time for me to scream I slice I dice then lay by you side.
I am now going to die.
In your arms like I have always scene
You can now never leave we are bound by death you see.
I smile you see I can see him he is here for us.
Dust to dust I now.............. | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 11/25/2005 2:28:16 PM | | Smyler67, I really, really liked this. (It was the beer...had to be...bit foggy later, the eye in the back of your head doesn't work as well.) That is saying something, because I am very, very hard to please. Just thought you should know. | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 11/25/2005 2:45:26 PM | I've been walking in the darkness
searching for the only light
that climbs up the walls of the sky at dawn
Underneath a hollow silence
Brought me to a mountain side
where a walk inpired me to fly
Free
So peaceful dancing in the darkness
just take my hand it will be alright
just close your eyes and follow blind
Your not empty or broke
when you dream to believe in the light | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 11/25/2005 10:14:11 PM | | Yourstyle...I love the natural laid back flow of your words and the hopefulness thast your poem conveys.I hope youll share more soon dewkiss,,that was some powerful write there...Have a great night yall,and Ill see ya soon..Hugs,Kat | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 11/25/2005 11:51:46 PM | murderous balls of fluff populate the land
with cruel thoughts and intentions of suffocating lambs
but all the while they think of neferious deeds
a small but organised army waits comprised of bullrush reeds
The reeds have practiced day and night weapon drill and such
and will take on the murderous fluff when the right time comes
they wait on banks and shallow ponds ready to pounce on the killer fronds
but thought not have they of random variables which seek them out tonight
a gang of guerilla twigs and sticks trained to kill and fight
with limpet mines and bags of squids ,hedgehog bombs and bullets
and big shiny sharp and deadly knifes ready to slit reeds gullets
comoufalged they hang from trees waiting to bring the army to its knees
but war is not needed any more for fluff and reed rejoice with glee
and sign a much needed treaty, the lambs are grown and now are sheep
no need to kill them as they sleep. | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 11/25/2005 11:56:04 PM | george had a massive ballbag
it swung from to and fro
and when he ran it hurt like hell
so he had to slow tip toe
small children cried
and women shrieked
when they saw his sac
and george poor man
was forced to flee
upon his huge ballbag
tucked between his legs
he used it like a hopper
until a nail he bouced upon
and exploded good and proper | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 11/26/2005 12:11:34 AM | | My favorite buddy is back bernard...you know I think you rock!You are one of the most interesting and fun people in the forums.I hope youll come back and visit soon:)In a strange way I enjoyed your writes hehe..Do your thang !. | |
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| hi kat
Posted: 11/26/2005 3:16:16 AM | | i want to write something great and inspiring but i have writers block ...aaarrrrgggg lol | |
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| hi kat
Posted: 11/26/2005 3:33:48 AM | | since i wrote my last poem i have had no visitors to my profile!! don't think writing is a good idea lol...now they know what im like i think i have put them off! | |
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| Okay, I'll bite...
Posted: 11/26/2005 9:58:44 AM | Some cheesy stuff while playing with a magnetic poetry set:
An old kiss
a naked eye
I always
remember why
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you – me
you – me
you – we
were
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sail away sister
the magic dies tonight
in the belly of the fire god
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the porcelain angel
cuts her circles
in the broken ice
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her translucent laugh lingers
haunting me
a ghost of the questions
never asked | |
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| The Hand
Posted: 11/26/2005 10:04:24 AM | The Hand
I wander the mist
of what is between
as I strain to glimpse
that which is unseen
the path before me
is narrow and tight
the air is thick
I carry no light
ghosts hover and dance
deep in that strange mist
shapes that frolic so
and cavort and twist
and a sound I hear
from out of the gloom
voices of laughter
of mirth and my doom
"What, ho!" I let shout
"would you have me for?"
and then ... silence
for they sing no more
no weapon on hand
and no charm nor spell
helpless against them
if they nay meant well
a sheen to my side
brighter than the rest
takes form of a man
in his courtly best
from behind his mask
he spies with one eye
the other is dead
shriveled and dry
he offers his hand
clad crimson and white
and all I can do
is nay run in fright
"A good draw, my friend."
he says with a grin
"With me at your hand,
you are sure to win."
and with that he does step
right off of the path
I follow meekly
for I fear his wrath
as the howls come
followed by their hosts
the knight does reply
with jabs and boasts
his arm sweeps a pass
through the forming hoard
leaving behind naught
but his gleaming sword
then out of the dark
steps the knight's own twin
not trimmed in scarlet
but obsidian
they clash with a roar
with thunder, with steel
neither can gain ground
in this even deal
"Low or high this hand,
I need you in play!"
the red knight did shout
as I saw him sway.
with courage unbidden
I leapt to his side
empty hands at best
bards could sing, "He tried..."
but the ruse paid well
as the twin did shift
he dubbed me a threat
let his swordpoint drift
before I can blink
the dark twin falls dead
the white of his cloth
turning a bright red
the knight points his sword
to a trail yonder
"Now take this way home.
Don't pause to ponder."
only a short jaunt
and now I am free
and see my dear home
standing before me
as I splash my face
beside a cool stream
I begin to doubt
was it naught but dream?
my eyes are drawn down
cards tucked in my belt
the Jack and the Ace
the hand I was dealt | |
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| Okay, I'll bite...
Posted: 11/26/2005 10:08:41 AM | | vegandude:)Hiya and welcome to my little forum You are very elloquent and unique in your writing style.I totally enjoyed your poem. One of my friends got me a magnetic poetry set for Christmas one year and everytime I stopped by the fridge for a snack Id have to write something hehe:laugh Im glad to see your enjoying yours..Youre welcome here anytime and thanks for biting lol: supadiva...your poems rock:)Im so glad youre a part of the forums now..Maybe people have seen your exquisite work and they are a little intimidated by what an awesome lady you are! Have a spiffy day everyone and a great weekend Kat | |
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| Okay, I'll bite...
Posted: 11/26/2005 10:30:57 AM | alis kat my lady
you are much too kind
it is so nice to know
something something something something something-that-rhymes-with-"kind"
I have to say I'm also a fan of bernard's, but I have much too learn. ;) Lots of great stuff here.
I do enjoy that little kit. There's something about restrictions that can spur on creativity. | |
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| This one's a bit risque
Posted: 11/26/2005 10:46:22 AM | a moment
a sway, and a smile
a gaze held a while
a chase, and a choice
the sound of her voice
a hug, and a hope
her neck's gentle slope
a song, and a sigh
his hand finds her thigh
a nibble, a nip
teeth upon the tip
a tug, and a twist
a slap on the wrist
a cling, a caress
a lift of her dress
a flick, a finger
the rush does linger
a lip, and a lick
his tongue is quite quick
a toss, and a tease
she plies him with ease
a touch, and a tongue
down his member hung
a moan, a murmur
as he grows firmer
a groan, and a grin
as she slides him in
a squeal, and a squirm
while her breasts held firm
a tweak, a tingle
their liquors mingle
a longing, a lust
fulfilled with his thrust
a burst, and a burn
for each in their turn
a deed, a delight
she glows in the light
a whisper, a word
which barely is heard
a feeling, a face
a sleeping embrace | |
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| This one's a bit risque
Posted: 11/26/2005 10:49:08 AM | Wow Vegan,
Those are great!!! Welcome to this side of the pond!!!
Hiya Kat,
Hope all is wonderful today!!!!
Sam | |
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