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xchuck
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Joined: 8/8/2005
Msg: 451 | |
| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/3/2005 9:52:33 PM | Silence of the heart
Her smile was full of brighteness
she was a breath of fresh air
her hair golden as the sun
her skin soft and fair
We rode the train together
almost everyday, Some days
when no one was there
she'd seat right next to me
The scent of her perfume
was almost too captivating to bear
i just wanted to put my arms around
her and hug her, but I would'nt dare
She always greeted me with a smie
and i would nod my head
she never spoke a word
she just made eye contact instead
One day as we were sitting together
our arms touching, you could feel
the passion connecting through
our skin, I got the nerve say to her " I've
been searching for you for a lifetime,
Where have you've been."
I was'nt prepared for her reaction
she just stared straight ahead
she did'nt utter a word
I slumped in my seat and said
"I'm sorry, I must have lost my head"
She got off the train and looked at
me through the window, her eyes big and bright
she smiled shyly and it looked like she mouthed the
words " I love you, goodnight."
I thought it very odd that she never spoke to me
till I rode the train the next day, She never got
on at her stop, I opened the newspaper and her
picture was on the front page and it shedded the light.
It's caption said " Deaf girl killed by bus last Night. | |
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Posted: 12/3/2005 10:41:45 PM | i want to sleep alone in my room
the bed looks tempting
the rooms full of gloom
you suddenly left
with no word of goodbye
im finding it hard to try
the paint on the wall
is peeling my dear
i lost you last year
you were so vital
hard to believe
i still grieve | |
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Posted: 12/3/2005 10:45:26 PM | My Garden
I am tending my garden
with the King of the Elves
and unbidden guest
a stealer of selves.
He slips through my lattice
with the wisp of the fog
and brings me the message
of a sly demagogue.
He dances on petals
and laps at the dew
that collects with sweet nectar,
so ripe for the coup.
His voice is a lyric
of rich baritone,
that blankets my garden
and the seeds I have sown.
He sings of the season
of the colour of rust,
the dreams of the sleepers
and the euphoric dust.
What is this enchantment
that beckons my soul
to lie down beside him
on this rocky knoll?
I give myself over
to the dreams that he weaves
and the chorus of nature
that his beauty deceives.
I give myself over
without simple reason
to this primal urge
and the death of the season.
By: Leslie Goodreid (Sweet_n_Sassy) | |
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Posted: 12/3/2005 11:41:22 PM | A poem for all of you, hope you enjoy!
Poems written within this thread
Quite beautiful, and fluent,
Yet others confuss my head!
Confidence to share thought,
Bravery to share experience,
Nerves that needed to be faught.
Original or altered favourite,
It holds a meaning so,
It doesn't matter does it?
I have my own works,
Put away in a space,
Each with its own perks.
Poetry for one
Turns to poetry for all,
The words have won!
Off the top of my head. I'm quite glad to see, I haven't totally lost it! I wrote quite a bit when I was younger, especially my teen years. It's been since the year 2000 I've written anything at all. This is the first. Excuse me I feel the urge....
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Posted: 12/4/2005 4:24:06 AM | the day of summer winds are gone
and winter winds are bred
no longer warm and humid
now cold and bare instead
i long for days of summer winds
the balmy breezes on my face
the sun high up in the sky
the heat,its warm embrace.
the only consolation, that i ever get
is that the season of joy that comes around
and Gods love is actually met.
after that though,i must say
i start to dream again
of summer days and summer nights
the warming to begin. | |
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xchuck
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Joined: 8/8/2005
Msg: 457 | |
| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/4/2005 4:53:36 AM | The Gunslinger
They say he was the
fastest gun in the west
big and mean with a colt 45
a hundred men faced him
none are still alive
Today he was coming
for me,his gun hired
to put me down in defeat
by a ruthless land baron
who wanted me dead for
keeping peace in the streets
I've been the marshal of this
town of abilene,texas
for tens years and a day
i cleaned it up, chased out the land
baron's henchman who got in the way
When i was a little boy, i lost
my mother and father they
were killed when i was ten
my twin brother and i put
up for adoption, my brother
never to be heard from again
I was raised by the town blacksmith
who taught me the trade
many a gun and horseshoes
i melted from iron and made
When i was sixteen i picked
up my first gun
i won my first battle with
a horse thief at the age of 21
Since then i've killed 40 men
with a gun fast as lightning
and eyes like a hawk
my accuracy frightning
At dawn the gunslinger
rode into town
riding on a black horse
a mask on his face
his eyes on the ground
Riding beside him were the land
baron and his henchman
to make sure thier deed
was carried out
this was going to be a
tough task, no doubt
Staring out the windows
the townspeople were awake
afraid to come out, but
still wanting to see my fate
I loaded my guns and put
on my lucky hat
headed out of the jail
not knowing if i'd ever come back
The gunslinger was waiting for
me at the town square
the land baron and his men
waiting on the rooftops there
The gunslinger walked into
the middle of the street
his hands by his sides
his eyes at his feet
He looked up at me
with his mask still on
his eyes suddenly widened
he took off his mask
and said in a whisper "Keep
your eyes on those hiding"
We both drew our guns
and fired at will
when the smoke had cleared
the land baron and his men
had been killed
The gunslinger and I the
only ones left standing in the street
i recognized him as soon as he took
off his mask, he said "Blood is thicker then
water my brother, i'm glad again we finally meet" | |
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Posted: 12/4/2005 5:28:01 AM | 
chuck...you know i adore westerns, cowboys, marty robbins and gunfighter ballads....well darlin as soon as some one scoops me up from tha warm puddle i turned into from readin this ballad of yers.....i am addin you to that list................sigh........ | |
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Posted: 12/4/2005 5:34:53 AM | Love Story
Volumes of books could never hold
This story of love about to be told
Two tears of longing coming down my face
Two years of longing to know you inside
They say its "wrong" I'll never break the code
Can i risk another "road not taken"?
Passing glances, a brush of hands I'm getting weak
Cant leave it with "what might have been"
Is this warmth a flame in my heart?
Will you let me in your life to be a part?
Is this a chance for real happiness?
We opened the door we are stepping through
I knew it was you with our first kiss
Was it God who put my hand in yours?
Feelings so deep I cant turn around
Now consumed with you I'll never go back!
So thankful we threw caution to the wind
Cant wait to see whats around the bend
My love for you so strong so true
I never again want to be without you | |
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Posted: 12/4/2005 8:19:51 AM | NOONFIRE......
the people of the valley were big and tall,
the folks on the mountain grew quick and small
but they couldnt stop the coming of noonfire,
rich mans robber, hes a killer for hire...
he rode like a phantom thru tha night,
always disappears before daylight
but like all legends he had to go
his end came fast tho his name dies slow
and if you listen hard in tha night
you still can hear him before daylight..... | |
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Posted: 12/4/2005 9:02:49 AM | okay...well im putting this up here so i would love some comments...either bad or good doesnt matter i would just like a reply :P
A NEW LOVE
your soul is a spring rose
dew dancing amongst your petals
delicate, and smooth to the touch
pleasing scent tickling my nose
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your eyes are dark warm pools
Lit by the soft light of the full moon
easily lost within them
I fight to tear my eyes away from thier delicate radiance
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your skin is beige silk
pleasing to touch
feeling it against my skin It sends chills down my spine.
to caress is to be in the luxury of your warmth
never wanting it to end
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you are the perfect vision
an angel sent from the heavens
a glory all of your own
A perfect rose in the garden of Eden. | |
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Posted: 12/4/2005 9:33:27 AM | | Supadiva - beautiful. | |
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| Look at all this great stuff!
Posted: 12/4/2005 12:35:20 PM | I havent been around to check in for a few days so I thought Id drop in and say hi kids:)Its awesome to see each and every one of you here:)Its also so great to see fellow writers supporting and encouraging eachother:)Thanks so much for contributing such diverse and excellent stuff to this thread:)Hugs all around and hope to see everyone soon...  Kat aka fellfromh/oohpie :D | |
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Posted: 12/4/2005 2:41:05 PM | I posted this in the Diary of a madman thread but thought this thread might be appropriate as well.
My first attempt since high school ... hope you all like it.
Dec 04, 2005
My childhood winter
I stare outside and feel the glow
The falling flakes of the virgin snow
My mind melts back to my childhood days
of snow forts and snow fights and the swirling haze
The laughter, the crying, the sting of the hit
The "GOTCHA"
Wet gum boots, cold noses and soaked woolen mits
Being so cold your body was numb
Then inside for warm tarts, licking the last crumb
Beside the warm fire unthawing we'd sit
Hot cocoa, gentle steam warming your pit....
To be a child again so innocent and free
But fifty I am, I'm so glad I was me.
Merry Christmas to all my POF friends
Smiles
Melodie | |
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Posted: 12/4/2005 3:14:07 PM | I walk upon the razors edge
looking within
Far from love or the place that be
never finding peace
As I walk upon the razors edge | |
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Posted: 12/4/2005 3:22:28 PM | | I just wrote that now I saw your post and wrote it down on a piece of scap paper lol that stuff is so natural to me I hope u like it short and sweet | |
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xchuck
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Joined: 8/8/2005
Msg: 467 | |
| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/4/2005 3:58:14 PM | Tortured Heart
You quickly fall asleep
unaware that my heart
is aching and my tears'
have dampened the sheets
As dusk breaks to dawn
i still lie awake from
my deep sorrow and
what pain will come tomorrow
This pain is relentless
consuming my every thought
my every breath, my will to go
on, am i destined for a
life of emptiness
Locked in this dark
prison of solitude
the countless hours
hold me captive
my heart chained for
my sins of broken promises
Replenish my thirst
fill my empty cup of bliss
even for a moment though
fleeting with a sprinkle or
a sip of tenderness
As the tide when darkness falls
drift out at night and
returns at daybreak
so will our love return
cleansed and fresh
with a new start in its wake
I live through you and i also
die through you, you're
the only one that
can revive me from my death
Breathe life into my bosom
and let me arize like lazarus
To experience the rebirth
of our love again | |
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Posted: 12/4/2005 4:53:29 PM | | desertwolf....you have a way with words darlin.....i am only confirmin what you must already know within yer heart, but believe me.....your poetry flows with a rythm of its own girlfriend.. | |
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Posted: 12/4/2005 5:13:05 PM | everybody stand back..here I come...
Great thread.....but You asked for it..lol
 <------clears throat,and leans into mic
Hemmmm..Heemmm!!..
I call this ..Coffee, Coffee, Coffee
Coffee , Coffee, Coffee.
I drink To much..
Sweet and Brown in My Cup
Sugar and Cream,let it Dream
Coffee, Coffee, Coffee.
Hot and Warm to the Touch
The Pot is Full where is My Cup.
Can I Find a Girl that likes Coffee Too
Tell Me where..I dream of You
Coffee, Coffee, Coffee
You keep me awake,
If I don't stay aware Whats at Stake
Coffee, Coffee, Coffee
I drive at Night,and I cruise in My Car.
It keeps Me awake When I sip with the Stars.
edit: ,sorry | |
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Ty1973
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Joined: 8/16/2005
Msg: 470 | |
| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/4/2005 5:15:42 PM | Quietly being carried beyond the rationality of self control
The night succeeds the day
This likeness lasts I pray
Plans to be laid
Decisions to be made
Overcome the fear of obsession
Grant the position of question
Let go of the anxiety
Let be the lust of society
Patience I need to grasp
If this one will last
The feeling in my gut wrenches with delight
Going in blind, using second sight
To trust like this is the test
Time to yearn for the best
I wont waste my soul again
I have no need for pain
Taking the night and using the day
living life and a fantasy to play
Intoxicated by these flames of ecstacy
Leaping from the heights of normalcy
Looking up to the stars
Praying to heal past scars | |
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Posted: 12/4/2005 7:17:07 PM | Well, I'm not going post my poetry without a disclaimer... and here it is: I suck at writing poetry : ) Okay, I might not suck, persay, but I am definitely inexperienced. However, I do love to write. Great catharsis. So, without further adieu...
“Distorted Reality”
Wanting my fantasy.
a warped view of reality,
yet so beautiful
it’s like green fields of flowers for miles on end.
butterflies flitting about.
chipmunks dashing to and from their holes.
and birds chirping happily.
you and me.
meandering our way through the meadow,
pausing to hold up buttercups to our chins.
laughing.
It’s pleasant here in the green fields.
Here in the shadow of reality.
So I will hold onto my fantasy for a little longer…
Time eternal.
wishing it would never end.
but that’s all it is.
A Wish.
Until truth yearns to destroy me once again. | |
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Posted: 12/4/2005 7:19:44 PM | "Untitled"
You are the only one for me.
Because you are the only one I want.
Together for a moment.
Our divergence is strife,
Move on with my life.
Because life doesn't stop for dreams | |
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Posted: 12/4/2005 9:02:29 PM | Wow, a spate of very good ones!!! Especially from you xchuck & Ty! I really liked those Touching!
Since we're in the vein, here's another.... maybe not quite as good, but written in a certain mood as the others!
Two Kinds of Love
Is it just me?
about the way I feel
towards most of my friends.
I'm lost at the wheel
is this the way
it will always be?
I know I'm loved
by the people I need
but can it be the same,
as in the books I read?
Or of the way two people are
seen downtown, holding hands.
I remember the phrases
so common, used as
explanations for the way things are.
How has it ever been true,
without the chance of being contradicted.
How long will I have to wait
for a love to be found.
Someone so special,
having two feet on the ground.
Why am I always told that
"the stress feels worse than it is."
Why is it so obvious to me
about my love for past friends
having never really happened?\
The person says "we're just friends"
and acts a little nervous.
It's odd how 'actions' change afterwards.
-Dash ©1992
So it kinda begs one to define just what they call a 'friend'! I would have to say that there are a lot of shades depending on the persons involved and their prior experiences and how they each mesh with one another. So with they way the term friend is bandied about nowadays,.... whats the difference between an acquaintance and a friend? | |
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Posted: 12/4/2005 10:26:00 PM | meaningless me....
Meaningless me as I walk
through the dark something
behind me as if it would stalk
I pause only once to see if they talk
Now there pace it quickins
I run as my blood it thickins
life and death maybe held here for me
as I enter the light only to see
the sight of a hand crashing down on me
My life in a flash so quickly has dimmed
through such trechory I was done in
my time here is through I thank you
so much maybe if you find me I'll buy you some lunch
c.a robinson
yeah ahhhhhhhhhh this kinda sucks but what do you expect | |
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Posted: 12/4/2005 10:38:37 PM | found
Do you ever find yourself lost and alone
you pick up the phone but no one was home
do you ever find yourself scared and in dought
that if someone came in they would find out
These are the times you live as you sleep
your mind is so empty and your heart feels so deep
your life is a jummble as you reach for the gun
thats when he finds you you are safe not alone
your life has begun yes he has found you and you call him your son.
No it's not the best but my kids are what keeps me going
and I thank GOD for them daily tell me what you think. | |
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