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Posted: 5/13/2005 9:15:39 PM | I just, had to drop in... Just, another time... Too say, wow... those where, such beautiful poems.... Their the kinds of poems, that a person will seldom, come across... That truly, touches the insides... Well? Atleast, for me? Truly, loved them both...  | |
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Posted: 5/14/2005 2:10:44 PM | Life's vapor, can vanish... in an instant
in the blink, of an eye... like shadows, in time
leaving no trace, no paths... to follow
only life, to live... less... the hollow
for vapor, is but a film... thinly disposed
appears, then gone... in moments, ago
vapor's, can hide many facts... above, shiny objects
which it, attacks
only later, to vanish... and show, the beauty... below | |
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Posted: 5/16/2005 8:00:14 AM | My love sprung from my only hate to early seen and known too late prestigeous birth of love it is to me that I must love a loathed ememy....
-Romeo and Juliet-William shakesphere. | |
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Posted: 5/26/2005 4:16:50 PM | Was in the mood to write a fable.
Leave the Bee's Be
A young cub came upon a fallen pear
A tasty delight for this hungry bear
Discovered above were several more
But one especially had his allure
Plump and yellow such a delicious thought
This is the pear the cub truly had sought
Climbing, scooting and inching up the tree
Little closer and closer he could see
The growling hunger and savory sight
The long awaiting for a juicy bite
Then from a bee’s nest a hornet takes wing
Dashing at the cub giving its warning
The bear swats its paw to chase it away
But the bee persists to keep him at bay
Crawling out further the cub’s not dissuade
Shaking the tree with attempts to evade
Pear after pear descending to the ground
But the favored one is still hanging sound
The persistent cub as efforts enclose
Thwarting a hornet darting at his nose
Til paws go flying with a sudden fall
A giant triumph from a bee so small
The cub stares at the pear still in the tree
And turns with a scowl at the nesting bee
Then he notices all the fallen pears
And starts to munch those lying in the tares
Though his belly is full on all the fruit
Accepting such a defeat would not suit
He looks up at the nest where the hornets dwell
And takes a long branch thrusting its shell
To his horror hundreds of bees swarm down
Out through the meadows goes a streaking brown
Racing through the field and valley below
Yelping at each sting with a loud echo
The poor cub never returned for that pear
A lesson learned from this silly ole bear
Don’t go poking sticks into a bee’s nest
Some things are no danger when left to rest
A pesky bee may create a nuisance
But an angry swarm will strike with vengeance | |
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Posted: 5/26/2005 8:00:16 PM | BK, Nice to see you back! The story reminds me of when i was young and dunb enough to mess with a ground bees nest. I learned a big lesson!
Sam | |
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Posted: 5/28/2005 8:32:04 PM | Thanks Cleo, Mari and Phoenix for your thoughts. For me i am just looking for a thawing wind.
To The Thawing Wind
Robert Frost
Come with rain. O loud Southwester!
Bring the singer, bring the nester;
Give the buried flower a dream;
make the settled snowbank steam;
Find the brown beneath the white;
But whate'er you do tonight,
bath my window, make it flow,
Melt it as the ice will go;
Melt the glass and leave the sticks
Like a hermit's crucifix;
Burst into my narrow stall;
Swing the picture on the wall;
Run the rattling pages o'er;
Scatter poems on the floor;
Turn the poet out of door. | |
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Posted: 5/29/2005 9:29:12 PM | Like whirl pools of a twisted sea
Sucking us with spinning debris
The grasping current sunder
The vortex pulling all under
The moon is bleeding dark red
Pulling the seas drifting the dead
The consuming pain of others
The drowning pool that smothers | |
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Posted: 5/29/2005 10:46:13 PM | Hey, Black Knight... Great writes!
In some cultures, the dead are honored
the orient, they take food.. to their dead
sitting the meals, by grave stone heads
in mexico, their fiestas... honour them, also
they even have, a saint... which is, death... sicle and all?
that they, pray too
i'm sure that, many others still... exist
just not a prevelent, as this?
even in tarot's, death means life
leaving behind strife, for new beginnings
but, what do i know? just another, joe blow
bits and pieces, of learned... knowledge
nothing that, you really learn in college
but answers, all seem to be... the same?
death, gives... rebirth!
even for those, who wallow in pain | |
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Posted: 5/30/2005 10:30:26 AM | Documentaries, can often be scary
but you learn, quite alot... in them
somethings are known, other are not
the parts, remembered more... are those, strange in plots
the orient's, dead... was strange to me, when they said
leaving off meals, to them... to respect, remember and honor them
the mexican ways, siesta's and piniata... games
i saw one, once... they pray, too a dead saint
even have, mummified remains... of ancestors, long dead
they also honor and claim
the tarot's? an easy one, for me
seen doc's, on that too... still strange, as can be
explaining the opposites, like death... equaling, life
when often people, believing it... too be, the end or strife
so black knight, i just thought? it was, an oppropriate poem... too write?
no idea's behind it? or in, plain sight
just something, that came to me... the other, night
I hope that whatever, it is that's knawing at you. Will, loosen it's grip, long enough for you to see things clearly. As i'm sure that, it will all work out, in the end... | |
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Posted: 5/31/2005 3:57:09 PM | | All is good.....just in the waitng period of my life thats all....Oh and my poem wasn't about death in the physical. It was a metaphor. I wrote it in response to another thread from someone that seemed frustrated with others weighing her down. I liked it so I posted it here. It also reflected on a neighbor of mine who just sucks the life out of me. If you read again in that light you will see the real meaning. | |
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Posted: 5/31/2005 3:59:08 PM | | Bottom line is some people have real problems and i am empatheic but some do not and everyday must weigh everyone else down with their burdens | |
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Posted: 5/31/2005 11:57:18 PM | to love a life so lusty
to grab the girls so busty
to swing a big thing
to with it much fling
to carouse and play merry
to grow a beard hairy
LOL...you guys are too kind to indulge me, thanks! | |
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Posted: 6/1/2005 12:00:10 AM | eat and drink and sing my friends
here our cavorting never ends
tomorrow we ride forth in anger
let no friend be now stranger
raise your wine and to this toast
to Camelot give our utmost | |
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Posted: 6/1/2005 1:02:14 AM | Written to me by someone who is a "Prince of Angels" now, in a long ago whisper.
Never to be forgotten.
Embedded in my heart
When my time comes
A whispered touch
At heavens gate
Walking in the clouds, eternally touching the face of the heavens, and whispering into the dreams of one Lady, weaving the tapestry, I booned Clotho for altering the tangled skein. She smiled and touched my cheek gently, as if to say unto me, be patient, Poet Warrior, for herein lies the Angelus Errare. I raised my Quill once more as if to thank her for bringing such a Lady unto me, I shall compose something written by the light of a full moon...My quintessence shall be uplifted, soaring as doth my soul!
When two souls meet who are destined, two souls intertwine until they are one. A single drop of rain can announce a mighty tempest, a single word can ignite the passionfires of a maelstrom. Yes, they can find each other but it is not happenstance which hath brought them to each other, for of all the variable which must have been aligned. If not for but one, perchance they would not have met and each spent an eternity searching for the other soul. A vagabond, a knave, and a Minstrel in search of inspiration.
As love is a river, passion is a thunderstorm as Auden once wrote, for it rages and bellows, forever altering all who bear witness unto it. Nay, cried the Poet Warrior, do not be a thunderstorm, for thou shalt be a hurricane! Desire, passion, and the touch of another, he longs for it, aches with the thought of it, and writes erotic prose for his Lady.Is she a dream or a whisper of reality from a promise so long ago?
I shall be thy interrupter, should thou wish if of thine Poet Warrior, for love is the greatest of all gifts for it endows the bearer and receiver with hope. A Marriage of the Minds is what I seek, for it is the apogee of dreams, when love was young as I met a Lady by a lake...It was not a dream, for she is here before me, standing sans apparel and baring her soul unto the Poet Warrior. Gently, he removes the Armour from his chest, arms, legs, and groin, addressed and resplindent, standing naked also for his Ladys pleasure.
As the light from the fire glows from our eyes, tawdry passion erupts, as Pompei did once and engulfing a city so long ago...Touching, kissing, caressing, and leaving nothing unexplored, they savour the moment of penetration and seek a brief union of souls, bodies, hearts, and minds.
Am I the Desert Prince, from the sands of time, and astride a white charger? Nay, I am a Prince but of Prose, Calliope guideth my Quill and begets heroic prose. Nay simple or obfuscating, I am the Poet Warrior, in the classical sense.
Thank you for allowing me to share something so dear and precious to me.
Angel | |
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Posted: 6/1/2005 10:16:00 PM | As she walked in to the room
Without a witch tongue and broom
Howling dogs started barking at the moon
Her shine so devine if wrapped up in gloom
See her stride , in your heart she'll be soon
Be wise at the table , Eat all your food
Energy needed if she is in the mood
Dont judge her or question , it is quite crude
Pull down her pants , now thats rude
Call her a skater girl , Miss Avril the dude
Reading what was written before she was in the room
Making music suffer with the beat of her broom. | |
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Posted: 6/5/2005 12:37:04 PM | The night under the blood red moon
Howling barks from a decrepit loon
Consumed with social anxiety
Losing each piece of his sanity
Spinning voices within his head
Dangling by a thin strand of thread
The screws being pulled from the hinge
On the brinkof lunatic fringe
Societal fears keeping him bound
The walls closing in all around
Painted thick in a crimson hue
The scattered thoughts like deja vu
Did you hear that whispering voice
"Leave me alone I had no choice"
A wretched man haunted through time
The price he must pay for his crime
Rotting mind as the demons thresh
The worms begin to devour flesh
Through the night one can hear his moans
His empty soul just dead man's bones | |
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Posted: 6/5/2005 2:29:59 PM | Slight Edit
The night under the blood red moon
Howling barks from a decrepit loon
Consumed with social anxiety
Losing each piece of his sanity
Spinning voices within his head
Dangling by a thin strand of thread
The screws being pulled from the hinge
On the brink of lunatic fringe
Societal fears keeping him bound
The world closing in all around
The scattered thoughts like deja vu
Painted thick in a crimson hue
Did you hear that whispering voice
"Leave me alone I had no choice"
A wretched man haunted through time
The price he must pay for his crime
Rotting mind as the demons thresh
Worms devour his decaying flesh
Through the night one can hear his moans
His empty soul just dead man's bones | |
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Posted: 6/6/2005 8:20:36 PM | This poem was redone as well due to previous one being confusing.
Woven Cords
A north and south path will lead to two ends
One trail straight and narrow, the other bends
The will inside our lives is free to choose
But errant from that vision much to lose
Power, wealth and beauty like a passing wave
But a good name long spoken from the grave
Some lives interconnect like woven cords
Twined with a purpose to lead as stewards
Strength of these strands much stronger together
Coiled tight to guide through valleys of nether
When one weaves left another pulls in balance
Spun with the other destined not chance
Speaking words as the leading wind inspires
Firm sights on north star the journey transpires
Reflect on this life's trek through history
Notice how our worlds weave in mystery
Souls touching souls, as our words seem to blend
Almost though some were meant to be a friend
Are they all in coincidental strands
Or some braided threads of a master's hands
Do people just pass by with messages
Or gatekeepers opening new passages
Many times we don't know we hold a key
Unless we share it with someone we see
Taking time to comfort another’s strife
Just those few moments have altered their life
Sowing such seeds before the day is done
Something more will rise in the morning sun | |
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Posted: 6/11/2005 8:34:13 AM | Whether it is through a thread
Or other paths that we tread
Fate comes to those who believe
And set their minds on what to achieve
Let not one ever come between
What two bonding souls have seen
Destiny brought two together
Not to be destroyed by any other
No matter how far it is to travel
Grasp hold the cord it won't unravel | |
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