| celebrating the 400th post
Posted: 11/28/2005 9:17:42 PM | Ok...401st...so Im slow Thanks everyone for making this thread such a success.Ive really enjoyed reading all your work Time to party lol...lets celebrate     | |
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| poetry
Posted: 11/28/2005 11:29:21 PM | if it has to have a word
poetry it shall be
for describing all the feelings
going on in me
reflecting all my sorrow
my ambitions too
the love of my children
the hopes for me and you.
short but sweet ..as my grandaughter
wants to use the computer ..lol | |
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| poetry
Posted: 11/29/2005 12:47:33 AM | supadiva..I loved your lil write:)Its great to see you here again.I hope you and your grandaughter are having a blast  ,Kat | |
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| poetry
Posted: 11/29/2005 10:14:06 AM | | aaaww shucks thnks kat ..we were lol x | |
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| poetry
Posted: 11/29/2005 10:46:35 AM | In Memory of Darla, Dusty and John Taken to Their Lord April 1,1999
April fools day arrives each year
The calendar turns and brings it here
As the years tick by we miss you more
But talk about you less than we did before
Dusty you would be twenty-one
Your life would be busy and full of fun
Darla you would be twenty-three
I try to imagine - too hard for me
John as the oldest you'd be twenty-four
You had one child and would have had more
Jamassa Derring put a gun to your head
He pulled the trigger and now you are dead
Three life sentences is what he will do
For taking three lives, for killing you
I hope his time will be bitter and hard
Maybe someone will jump him at yard
But we have to put all that anger aside
We're still alive - along for the ride
I keep all three of you close to my heart
Taken too soon, lives ripped apart
One yellow, one blue rose and one pink
When I see them, of you all I think | |
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Red83
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Joined: 11/6/2005
Msg: 406 | |
| poetry
Posted: 11/29/2005 11:08:37 AM | I am what I am,
and I am what I be.
I am what I am,
and I am what i see.
I am what i am,
and I am what I do.
I am what I am,
and I am you. | |
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Red83
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Joined: 11/6/2005
Msg: 407 | |
| poetry
Posted: 11/29/2005 11:11:54 AM | Running, running,
round and round.
Cant get my feet to touch the ground.
Trying to find my place,
in this life of maze.
Can you be my path of light?
Help me find a way through the darkest night?
Through this dark and misty haze,
running, running,
round and round.
Help my feet to find the ground. | |
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| I know, stick to the comedy Chris!
Posted: 11/29/2005 12:29:29 PM | In shades of autumn she comes to me
beneath the weeping willow tree
her heart bares scars both old and deep
and as we kiss they make her weep
the love we make will colour the skies
so with swallows wings my spirit flies
and looking down I see us two
lying in the morning dew
a cloudy breath escapes your lips
your silken hair through my fingertips
and with this image there'll always be
a part of this day inside of me | |
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| All styles are awesome :D
Posted: 11/29/2005 12:45:40 PM | Hi everyone..Chris I enjoy your comedic writes,but I have to say,this one is so beautiful it makes my heart blush.You have such a diverse writing talent. I hope youll come back and share whatever you like with us....funny,happy,..love em all... Red welcome to this lil corner o the forums.Youy have a very unique writing style.I enjoyed both of your poems very much.Hope to see you again soon mean jeanne..Thank you for sharing that heartbreakingly sad and touching write with all of us.Im so sorry for your loss and for the loss of your loved ones taken in the springtime of their lives.I can relate to your write and my heart goes out to you.I hope yall have a good day,and Ill stop by again soon.Thanks for droppin in, kat | |
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| All styles are awesome :D
Posted: 11/29/2005 12:46:26 PM | | Hi everyone..Chris I enjoy your comedic writes,but I have to say,this one is so beautiful it makes my heart blush.You have such a diverse writing talent. I hope youll come back and share whatever you like with us....funny,happy,..love em all... Red welcome to this lil corner o the forums.Youy have a very unique writing style.I enjoyed both of your poems very much.Hope to see you again soon mean jeanne..Thank you for sharing that heartbreakingly sad and touching write with all of us.Im so sorry for your loss and for the loss of your loved ones taken in the springtime of their lives.I can relate to your write and my heart goes out to you. Supadiva,Im glad you guys had fun:)Hugs!I hope yall have a good day,and Ill stop by again soon.Thanks for droppin in, kat | |
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| Only Music
Posted: 11/29/2005 5:16:37 PM | I get my love
from my music
This is the only way
I've ever received the
love that I need.
Forget the passions of the flesh,
that for which I still much yurn.
It is the essence of
emotion that I truly seek.
How many times
have I been attracted?
And how long does each last?
Music is my one true love;
that for which, I will not part with.
It demands no changes of me,
as willing as I might be.
I get my love
from my music.
As noble that I may strive to be,
and as fate would have it,
music shall be all I need.
DASH ©1994 | |
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| Only Music
Posted: 11/29/2005 6:43:42 PM | Dashance:)I loved your above write.It seems we share the same passion for music.I love it all from classical to alternative Thanks for stopping by..I hope yall have an awesome night and Ill see everyone soon...hugs all around,Kat | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 11/29/2005 7:19:19 PM | "Perfect freedom."
I'm not asking
for commitment
That's nice but it's
not enough for me
I need you to do
what you need to do
I want you to be
who you want to be
Then if everything's
right between us
You may choose
to do it all with me.
(c) Mike Benstead | |
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| Broken Cookies?
Posted: 11/29/2005 7:27:00 PM | "My Cookie Philosophy"
Surround yourself with cookies;
but not the broken kind.
Surround yourself with whole ones
with a heart, a soul, a mind.
Whenever you meet a cookie
with bits all chipped away
be warm and kind and smiling
as you bid him a firm "Good day".
If your friends are broken cookies
crumbs are all you'll find
They're sure to insult your intelligence
and crumble up your mind
They say "Two halves can make a whole"
but with cookies you can't be sure
for the half he lacks may be the half
that you've been looking for.
So, surround yourself with cookies,
the company's always good;
and one is sure to notice you.
This must be understood.
Be a good little cookie.
Be as whole as you can be,
for somewhere there's a wholesome cookie
to make "you" and "him" a "we".
(c) Mike Benstead, 1994 | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 11/29/2005 7:30:35 PM | although i wouldn't go so far as to call this a poem, i have a liking for stupid jokes, etc. and i guess i've reached a new low by making others suffer like this but i can't resist. it's intended for a prospective mate and i call it "domestic bliss"
do you know how to make a bed?
do you own a needle and thread?
do you have some pots and pans?
what's that, a rolling pin in your hand?
wait, i was only teasing you!
now my black-eye's turning blue
that's ok, my mistake.
but can i have some chocolate cake? | |
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| celebrating the 400th post
Posted: 11/29/2005 7:50:15 PM | in the clouds
a circling white, of ancient light
who, with lucid rays of perfect blue
unrolled across a canvas sky
to lay His softest shade on you
while headwinds of a holy kind
blew sweet dreams behind your earthly eyes
love's colors filled your sailing mind
and pushed you through to paradise
beyond the ecstasy of white
above cloud-cover, pristine blue
your gossamer wings unfurled bright
and wet with newborn love you flew
past earth-limits of waking scenes
to play in worlds of dreams come true
you spread His light through prism wings
in rainbow tones of heaven-hue
you were soaring, soaring, soaring high
your head was in the clouds
as love was circling by
...2001sam... | |
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| celebrating the 400th post
Posted: 11/30/2005 2:00:09 AM | Thank's Chemestry&magic and Alis Kat. The truth is I've had writers block for a few years now (Since my divorce I guess), trying to break it but only hitting a wall.
I loved the cookie poem btw | |
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| celebrating the new emoticons
Posted: 11/30/2005 3:51:26 AM | Youre welcome Chris...I really enjoy all your writes.Believe me everyone in the forums knows what its like to have writers block at one time or another.Ive gone for an entire week without posting anything in my other thread.I love everything youve shared so far I also love this emoticon and this one Ok Im a bit silly ..havent had my coffee yet..Too beautiful..welcome to this forum..I was about to say your words are too beautiful...the imagery youve created and your expressiveness is amazing...anything else you would care to share Id looove to see chemistry and magic...your cookie poem was good enough to eat  ok ok...enough with the slap happy from me...In all seriousness I love your unique writing style.I also enjoyed your take on relationships and what key things make them blossom and work...couldnt agree more...have an awesome day kids! Kat | |
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| Bitter and twisted
Posted: 11/30/2005 9:25:49 AM | What the **** am I supposed to do now
was every word a lie
you cast away every word every vow
moving on like we meant nothing
and god the pain you'll allow
a person to endure
it fills my waking and sleeping world
and I just want to cut you so you'll know how
you've ****ed me up now | |
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| ok too serious, now a new one...!
Posted: 11/30/2005 10:47:35 AM | An Ode to a very bendy woman
The bar was crowded that night
But through the haze I saw
A vision of fire and light
A face I couldn’t ignore
When she got up to dance
The crowd moved to give her room
A blur of limbs and hair
All to the DJ’s rhythmic boom
Before long we were at my pad
And I was charming her with my wit
When she saw my yoga mat
I thought she was having a fit
She had train for 5 long years
Under a yogi called Mystic Pete
Then she lifted up her beer
With just her dainty feet
She reached up over her head
And clasped together both of her hands
Then linked them with her feet
Making her back like an elastic band
The scent from her skin
The hypnotic stare
The way the moonlight reflected
From her long armpit hair
This site was just too much to bear
So I kissed her with passion and charm
With her foot she caressed my hair
And held on to me with her free arm
Now taste forbids me to say
What wonders went on that night
But at one momentous point
She almost gained the power of flight
Ever since that date with Wendy
I have one very simple rule
You only have to be bendy
To get access to my tool | |
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| Loved em both :)
Posted: 11/30/2005 1:07:57 PM | | Heya Chris..(awwwwww what a cute baby in your new pic:)Im so glad you and others are making this thread home to some awesome writes..Your above poem made me chuckle..very well written,clever and cute....I also thought your other poem was very emotionally expressive .Great writes on both counts in very dfferent ways Hope ya;; have a great evening...see ya soon,Kat | |
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| Loved em all :)
Posted: 11/30/2005 1:26:57 PM | Great writes everyone!! Chem: I couldn't help but think about Cookie Monster when I read your poem  hehe. I'm posting this poem because I'm getting ready to leave for our choral concert tonight & it's stuck in my head. If anyone wants to know what this sounds like, message me privately.
"The evening hangs beneath the moon
A silver thread on darkened dune
With closing eyes and resting head
I know that sleep is coming soon
Upon my pillow safe in bed
A thousand pictures fill my head
I cannot sleep my mind's aflight
And yet my limbs seem made of lead
If there are noises in the night
A frightening shadow, flickering light
Then I surrender unto sleep
Where clouds of dream give second sight
What dreams may come both dark and deep
Of flying wings and soaring leap
As I surrender unto sleep...
Sleep..."
~Charles Anthony Silvestri~
~poem commissioned for a choral work written by Eric Whitacre~ | |
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| Enrapture
Posted: 11/30/2005 7:41:53 PM | With such a sweet smile
you could have any man,
having your hair 'up' just
makes them want you more.
Such a catching figure,
one would never want to let go.
Your poise has us peaking
without a single touch.
An ancient beauty
in one such as you,
a quivering feel of mystic
runs up and down my spine.
Fantasy runs wild,
ecstasy hits,
I'm holding you in my arms.
Stareing up at the ceiling
I emerge from confusion....
...it was just a dream.
DASH ©1995-2005
lol, just altered a bit on the last stanza and on.
Great writes folks! Luv the cookie! Later Folks! | |
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