| Asphalt Playtime
Posted: 3/28/2006 11:10:49 PM | Ting Pling
goes the sound of my
broken guitar strings
rock you like a hurricane
now sounds more like
there's gravy on my thang
I don't know
could just be my imagination
I hold her firm in my hands
I think sometimes
only she can understand
what it's like to be me
it's so hard to tell because
she never really speaks
I don't know
could just be my imagination
Thought after thought
I write down on paper
hit after hit I can see
I'm a behind the scene man
don't even have a band
yet I so rock again and again
I don't know
could just be my imagination... | |
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| Asphalt Playtime
Posted: 3/28/2006 11:33:18 PM | Not intrusion
Not illusion
just confusion
not sure of the way
Not deception
Not reception
just let it be
come and play
Yes it all matters
but never fear
rhyme finds reason
when we are near
be young again
be careless and free
just let it be
come and play
Forgiving hearts
don't find faults
tumble to the ground
doin cartwheels and vaults
take it slow
take it easy
just let it be
come and play... | |
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| Eleventh Hour
Posted: 3/29/2006 3:44:49 AM | Plan the perfect day
between you and me
put in all your tender care
then just wait and see
how much will I notice
will I give you thanks
if I don't will you go further
doing anything it takes
Plan the perfect night
nothing you've done before
put all your best moves together
then just look up at the stars
how much will I notice
will I give you thanks
if I don't will you still love me
doing anything it takes
Take a chance
expect nothing
put yourself on the line
Share your love
create special moments
treasure the time
this could be our last chance
our eleventh hour romance... | |
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| Question....
Posted: 3/29/2006 8:20:09 AM | Hi everyone - There are some really beautiful and touching words expressed here on this forum. I am rather new to this entire site and while searching around and reading last nite, I posted some peotry on one of the other forums but now I see they are more suited to this one. Would it be a faux pas to repeat them here? In any case, here is another....
Inside
promises made
promises broken
leaving emptiness inside
try not to think
try not to feel
hide the hurt inside
forget your hopes
forget your dreams
they'll just die inside
don't let them see
don't let them know
what's really inside
keep up appearances
keep a stiff upper lip
while you cry inside
While many of my creations trend to the darker sadder side, not all of them do. Writing them down keeps me from becoming obsessed and depressed - it is a cathartic release.
Hope you all have a great day, Suzi | |
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| Question....
Posted: 3/29/2006 8:56:52 AM | Suzi - Welcome Aboard....Post all you like here even repeats are welcome...enjoyed reading your poem can relate...think we all write to release alot of the time. Thanks for the post! hope to see you again soon.
Speeedyg - Nice writes you have there, Thanks for sharing. | |
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| Thanks
Posted: 3/29/2006 9:56:29 AM | Hi Cat - thanks for the welcome! Here's one I posted elsewhere but fits here....
Diagnosis
I can’t breathe
Even thought my chest heaves
I can’t force the air past
The lump that has formed
In my throat
Something has happened
To my hearing as well
I see lips move but can’t hear
The words above the ringing
In my ears
My vision has blurred
As tears well up
So all I can see are dots
Floating thru the watery haze
In my eyes
Icy fingers have crept in
Seizing my entire body
In their numbing grip
Except for the painful pounding
In my chest
What I heard just
Cannot be happening to me
I cannot make sense
Of the jumbled thoughts
In my brain | |
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| ON THE DARKER SIDE OF LIFE......
Posted: 3/29/2006 10:40:50 AM | A Remnant.
In darkness I was Instinct, debauchery, gluttony
I was fearless, addicted, penetrating and secreting In darkness I was mouth,******** anus
I was faeces, semen, mucus, and saliva
At sunrise I am Infant, exposed, craving, afraid
I am regret, disgust and punishment
At sunrise I am father, son, brother
I am resolve, naivety and hope
I am eternal
Then dusk
At dusk I will be residue, a memory, a story
A remnant | |
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| ON THE DARKER SIDE OF LIFE......
Posted: 3/29/2006 10:51:11 AM | mmmmm i can see we are victim of censorship even in the poetry section. same poem again with the words replaced with their medical equivalent so as not to spoil the poem with a ******.... 
A Remnant.
In darkness I was Instinct, debauchery, gluttony
I was fearless, addicted, penetrating and secreting
In darkness I was mouth, phallus, vagina, anus
I was faeces, semen, mucus, and saliva
At sunrise I am Infant, exposed, craving, afraid
I am regret, disgust and punishment
At sunrise I am father, son, brother
I am resolve, naivety and hope
I am eternal
Then dusk
At dusk I will be residue, a memory, a story
A remnant | |
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| ON THE DARKER SIDE OF LIFE......
Posted: 3/29/2006 3:54:45 PM | Suzi - Welcome back! Great read! Thanks
adventureisland - Welcome to the thread! Interesting Read. Thanks for the post | |
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| Eleventh Hour
Posted: 3/30/2006 5:05:53 AM | pork snout
lips and anus
sodium nitrate
red dye #5
those are hotdogs
take a bite
grill em boil em
get em ready
acceptable for human
consumption
some say no way
are you kidding
put em in a bun
crowded with mustard
onions,catsup or pickles
relish and mayonaise
try any combination but
it will still taste the same
there are many brands
you'll find one you like
is it the package or
is it the content
you decide so go on
take a bite... | |
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| Eleventh Hour
Posted: 3/30/2006 4:40:08 PM | thanks cat101
im really enjoying the diversity of this site.... poetry, politics, religion, relationships and sex issues, fun and nonsense....... and you get to flirt and pick up as well!?!?! revolutionary!!!  | |
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| ON THE DARKER SIDE OF LIFE......
Posted: 3/31/2006 4:30:38 AM | I gave you roses
I gave you candy
a big stuffed bear that said
I LOVE YOU
I took you to dinner
I took you dancing
we stood beside the fire saying
I LOVE YOU
you were not alone
on Valentine's day
you even got lucky that night
we held each other until sunrise
all these things and much more
I did for you in my mind... | |
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| ~Damaged Goods~
Posted: 3/31/2006 8:05:54 PM | ~Damaged Goods~
I feel like I am damaged goods
peering out from life's black hood
not knowing what I should
who I am
or if I'm good
damaged goods inside a box
with no holes, but with a lock
mutilated, cut and scared
a life that said
please discard
throw her away
toss her aside
who was it
that had the right to decide
that my life be full of pain
am I the one in which to blame
damaged goods
look at me
I have seen no victory
I have felt the love of none
never kissed by the sun
take my life
do as you may
toss me aside
or place me on display
for I am but damaged goods
peering out from life's black hood
Echoez
2004 | |
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| ~Damaged Goods~
Posted: 4/1/2006 12:43:22 AM | speeeddyg - Nice writes, Thank you for sharing.
adventureisland - glad your enjoying the scenery these halls offer so much.
Echoez - Excellent write.... deep...can relate. Thanks for sharing.
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Walls Alone
Scorned I may be
no fury left in me
walls of stone
down to the bone
cold reality
life’s fatality
alone
Tree-2006 | |
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| ON THE DARKER SIDE OF LIFE
Posted: 4/1/2006 1:16:17 AM | 4564
Texture to Show
23 November 2005
A woman scorned
was one with eyes closed
Her blindness - holden
and unable to clearly see
As if a man could step
over her heart and walk on by
This man who may have
never known he made her cry
Tears wept from a broken heart
her parting sorrow left to beguile
Hoodwinked and perhaps influenced
by forces shy to a brighter day
All hopes dashed in but a single breath
where empty spells were to bewitch
This woman a man did once know
her dear hearted soul of texture to show
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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| ON THE DARKER SIDE OF LIFE
Posted: 4/1/2006 4:22:25 PM | Mouth.
There is a mouth on my heart
That screams and whispers and wails
That speaks a tongue not familiar
Powerful and seductive
Like a song imagined from a mother lost
Or the evaded gaze of an old love
Explain
Translate
Don’t f**k me ‘round heart of mine
One lullaby from your bloodied lips
The sweet sound of absolution
Rest
Peace
But no
These ears in my head hear bedlam
Screams, wails and whispers | |
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| ON THE DARKER SIDE OF LIFE
Posted: 4/1/2006 11:13:04 PM | Poet - Good to see you again. I loved the beautiful write! Thanks so much.
adventureisland - Welcome back. Very interesting read. Thanks for sharing. | |
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| ON THE DARKER SIDE OF LIFE
Posted: 4/2/2006 6:08:32 AM | ON THE DARKER SIDE OF LIFE
Turn out the light
roll over on your side
Sleep in the darkness
of this time in night to reside
Rest and toss
turn around in the night
Hide under a blanket
nightmare in dreams of fright
On the darker side of life
black, red - green, gold and blue
Feed the horse with hay
and await dreams to come true
Draw the curtains
paint a picture with a brush
Have a period
and do not get thrush | |
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| ~Damaged Goods~
Posted: 4/3/2006 12:44:04 AM | Another birthday
has come and gone
another year older
seem's so wrong
can someone change
the record now that's not
my favorite song
still I say bring it on... | |
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| Sadness
Posted: 4/3/2006 1:06:10 AM | misery does love company
count me out
got too much livin to do
to let it kick me about
if I can't scream n shout
and act like the fool
that's when I pack it in
and act more like you
I am an eagle
so wild and free
I can't lay around sayin
it sucks to be me
I could scratch out your eyes
or gut you exposing your inside's
but one thing I will never do
live in misery just like you... | |
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| Eleventh Hour
Posted: 4/3/2006 5:09:12 AM | I have walked
the cold dark halls
in a castle in England
I have heard
screams and wails
from those who
have come and gone
tho I'm not easily frightened
I must confess honestly
that it's not just the sounds
but also the thing's you see
that can make you believe do
they still live on
I once stood silently
in the Tower of London
this cell so small and dark
and there for an instant
I smelled something not pleasant
these words I heard and that was
I am innocent God save me
chills ran down me like rain
the ache in my stomach
the pounding in my brain
these feelings are strong as I wonder do
they still live on
One might say
it was my imagination
One might think
it was just a trick
but until you have stood
where very few could
you have to ask yourself
this one obvious question
could it be true then think
would I sense it too
they've been dead so long yet do
they still live on... | |
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| Eleventh Hour
Posted: 4/3/2006 7:29:32 PM | Poet - Good to see you again nice write Thanks for sharing.
Speeedyg - Really liked your last poem "they still live on" Excellent write Thanks
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Dark Girl
Easy on your drums
Easy wind and rain
And softer on your horns
She will not dance again
Come easy little leaves
Without a ghost of sound
From the China trees
To the fallow ground
Easy,easy drums
And sweet leaves overhead
Easy wind and rain
Your dancing girl is dead
Written By:ARNA BONTEMPS
Contributed by Tree....Have always liked this poem. | |
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| ON THE DARKER SIDE OF LIFE
Posted: 4/3/2006 10:05:17 PM | 5132
I Hate Poems
28 February 2006
I hate poems
I hate the ones
that start the same
I hate all those poems
of one word to name
This act of repeating
one word several at a time
I hate those kind of poems
even if this was not a crime
I hate poems
I hate each line
I hate those poems
the ones that waste my time
This reign of repeat
that sensation lost in accord
I hate poems - since in life
hate was a word to ill afford
“No man can serve two masters: for either
he will hate one, and love the other; or else
he will hold to the one, and despise the other.
Ye cannot serve God and mammon. [Worldliness]”
Matthew 6: 24 KJV
[word in brackets added]
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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| ON THE DARKER SIDE OF LIFE
Posted: 4/4/2006 3:08:15 AM | I like poems
they show off a better me
not tonque tied and twisted so constantly
graceful and flowing
movement on ice
crackle and sparkle, sliding so nice.
sometimes the words just dont come to me
but I can say anything in my poetry
Talking is talking, thats all these words are
to find that Im walking just might take a car
well, maybe not, have a good look around.
Do you think there's a difference in what you have found?
You cannot serve both, no that is so true
or you will certainly sure make a mess out of you.
I like being here, I like being me
I like being something of a Poet Tree.
(The last two words kidnapped from a few other poets who seem to be tossing them like a football lately...I figure some free advertizing for the poem they are collaborating on would be a nice gesture) | |
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| Eleventh Hour
Posted: 4/4/2006 5:39:56 AM | Do not worry
lil guy
it's not your fault
the last blue pill
went bye bye
you can do it
if you try
forget the pressure
think of yourself
tonight
Come on now
lil guy
there is no time
to cry cry cry
stand up straight
be more assertive
think back to times
when you played circus
hi ho and away let's go
your not that old don't you know
take a deep breath nice n slow
before you know it you will blow
action is as action does
never lay down on the job because
there's alway's another night
there's alway's another try
I do love you
lil guy... | |
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