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Joined: 7/12/2008
Msg: 1726

Reluctant Poets Posted: 8/26/2008 6:43:30 PM
with brittle fingers I bend to see through ancient eyes the object placed before my feet in slowly brightening skies as color blazes from the east and muted oranges fade to pink a single feather white as snow reminds me that through the hours of darkness still flew a waking swan graceful neck extended in full flight balancing the wind soft downy velvet ripples sway in currents bright and crying out with silent song from a heart at once made whole as beyond the pale of moon she flies and ever journeys on [REVERSING THE SPELL]

Joined: 7/12/2008
Msg: 1727

Reluctant Poets Posted: 8/26/2008 6:44:05 PM
We poled down the Canals of Venice Drank wine in Bordeaux A loaf of bread and a fish we shared in Athens Swimming in the Dead Sea Floating carefree in the sun We fell in Limerance [Shall We Play??????]

Joined: 7/12/2008
Msg: 1728

Reluctant Poets Posted: 8/26/2008 6:48:01 PM
When did 'conversation' become 'poetry'? Used to be we saw a single object Thought a single thought Saw a single line And flew with it Letting it take us where our own imagination flew Painting pictures of places and visions Others could only Dream of And now? Bloody psychotherapy in a pot Who could be even bothered reading it A year from now I sometimes wonder..... Off to fix the car! Have fin everyone

truthisee

Joined: 12/25/2005
Msg: 1729

Reluctant Poets Posted: 8/26/2008 7:10:31 PM
Love your Writes Jax, so free. And Tim shit, you just never stop growing do you?, amazing how you say so much while saying so little....gold buddy, pure gold....lol In between the lines we swim in oceans made of liquid understanding We know where lives the dream and have learned the tide cannot break the living stone Many fear what the edge will bring you yet it will only ask you believe Some, are born of the Spirit Place delivering to others, freedom it is There they know the Sky and care nothing that others.... see them. ~R~

cardsandchips

Joined: 3/9/2008
Msg: 1730

Reluctant Poets Posted: 8/27/2008 2:37:24 AM
I don't write of myth's, Torn love, sunsets, and lust, Each time better than the last, A personal goal with standards set high. It's a divine feeling, Never a compromise. Second best never enters my mind, Win or lose...........I win every time.

Joined: 1/8/2008
Msg: 1731
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Reluctant Poets Posted: 8/27/2008 6:00:59 AM
I looked deeply inside of the me-ness that erupts from the inside of myself. Ever deeper do I probe into my every thought and issuance of my brain. Am I in fact the end all summation of mankind's need to know? Does my every utterance ring profound in the emptiness? Is emptiness more empty for the simple lack of me? Yes, my soul utters to my unconsciousness...I am. I am me the never ending celebration of mankind that is my self absorption. Sorry, once again, sometimes its just right there.

Joined: 7/12/2008
Msg: 1732

Reluctant Poets Posted: 8/27/2008 3:24:19 PM
Hiya ~T~ Yep! And 'riding the edge' is so very different to either reckless irresponsibility or simple not caring....I wonder how many people actually 'get it'? CardsAndChips (want fish with that?): Thats what it should be about IMO. The striving to be 'better'...as opposed to 'best'. Yep! Different perspective on being a 'winner'. Thanks and loving your writes. Shamrock me luv: Ever the devil(s advocate) I cant disagree with a word of it. And no need for 'sorry's. We each say it how we see it. Or at least that's how I thought it was supposed to be. As long as its honest....its right. .

Joined: 7/12/2008
Msg: 1733

Reluctant Poets Posted: 8/27/2008 3:26:09 PM
Just bringing this home from ~~~6 Lines or Less~~~ I recently decided to leave the fire 'off'. The effect of which has been to equalise the temperatures of both inside and outside, which in the bigger picture means...I get 'out' more. So from just a few minutes ago..... patches of wild clover running rampant on the steps rimmed with hoary white as bitter morning catches breath and as I came up closer cross the grasses running wild each tiny leaf of clover looked back at me with a smile caught in morning sun, berimmed with diamonds each and all on deepest green and shining bright..I'd heard dear nature's call Loving being out in it more.....

cardsandchips

Joined: 3/9/2008
Msg: 1734

Reluctant Poets Posted: 8/28/2008 2:43:07 AM
It's 4:00 A.M. my day is done, I made the most of it and tried to have some fun, It doesn't always work for me that's true, I'll just keep doing what I have to do. I've got bedroom eye's that helped me make the grades, With some very,very, pretty babes, But I am in disguise and one thing is true, Look into these eye's and you'll see that they are always blue. I could change to survive many more day's, But that is not my wish today, I have finally hit the ground, I'll get back up, but still be turned around. When the sun arrives I go to bed, I am all alone, it's better left unsaid, But I will say it anyway, It's the price that I have chose to pay.

Joined: 7/12/2008
Msg: 1735

Reluctant Poets Posted: 8/28/2008 5:43:20 PM
Hiya Chippy Just bringing one home from our Birds thread - Songs of Love and Hate (tongue in cheek) I'm never wrong I'll never say I'm sorry I acted such an ass I'll never say I got it wrong I'm perfect if you ask I've never made a mistake in life (not one I couldnt alter) I'll justify my statements And I'll lead you by the halter I'll talk until the cows come home I'll justify by words The error that I made and though I end up sounding absurd I'll stand my ground and make things up To cover my own ar*se But never admit I'll fallible I'll continue to live like a farce I'm perfect cant you surely see Coz I'm a know it all There's nothing that I havent done And no place did I fall I've leaped the mighty mountains In a single bound oh yes! And dated waif like models Wearing a cute designer dress I've sailed all seven of the seas And wrestled with a croc I've read every book was ever writ So I dont give a snot I know it all I tell you And I'll never admit I'm wrong I'll never apologise therefore Its YOU who's got it wrong! .

Joined: 1/8/2008
Msg: 1736
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Reluctant Poets Posted: 8/28/2008 9:26:51 PM
Somewhere on that long black wall you'll find me At least I mean that there you'll find a name This monument to sacrifice and honor A testament to grief, despair and shame A nations youth, a generations flower Is honored here upon this long black stone Rest in peace my valiant, fallen brothers The lives you gave will never be unknown Perhaps one day we will take the time to ponder How we sacrificed so many of our young And walked away without the reassurance Of knowing that at least the job was done In battle there is never any glory There is always death and bloody sacrifice For these soldiers, sailors, airmen and marines Who gave their lives and paid a heavy price We should never have gone there in the first place By now I think that most of us agree But please don't send your children into battle And leave with out achieving victory

Joined: 7/12/2008
Msg: 1737

Reluctant Poets Posted: 8/29/2008 12:01:03 AM
I wonder if we worry about who won when we're dead? Victory is for the living eh... MY CAR IS FIXED! (well ok one more little thing to tweak..but not today...I have had enough I think..lol) Just heard this on the radio Loved it the first time I heard Love it still THE LIVING YEARS / MIKE & THE MECHANICS Every generation Blames the one before And all of their frustrations Come beating on your door I know that Im a prisoner To all my father held so dear I know that Im a hostage To all his hopes and fears I just wish I could have told him in the living years Crumpled bits of paper Filled with imperfect thought Stilted conversations Im afraid thats all weve got You say you just dont see it He says its perfect sense You just cant get agreement In this present tense We all talk a different language Talking in defence Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear Its too late when we die To admit we dont see eye to eye So we open up a quarrel Between the present and the past We only sacrifice the future Its the bitterness that lasts So dont yield to the fortunes You sometimes see as fate It may have a new perspective On a different day And if you dont give up, and dont give in You may just be o.k. Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear Its too late when we die To admit we dont see eye to eye I wasnt there that morning When my father passed away I didnt get to tell him All the things I had to say I think I caught his spirit Later that same year Im sure I heard his echo In my babys new born tears I just wish I could have told him in the living years Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear Its too late when we die To admit we dont see eye to eye .

Joined: 1/8/2008
Msg: 1738
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Reluctant Poets Posted: 8/29/2008 7:05:54 AM
It matters not who won the war to the dead and gone Though the day they died is eulogized in poetry and song The only thing that matters when at last the war done Is what it is that the victor does with peace, when peace is won But first, to be a victory No matter what they say You have to stand to colors You cannot run away Remember this before you scoff And dismiss me as some hawk With out some steel in someones spine Freedom so much talk

Joined: 1/8/2008
Msg: 1739
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Reluctant Poets Posted: 8/29/2008 7:21:12 AM
Good job Jax. We all knew you could do it:)

Joined: 7/12/2008
Msg: 1740

Reluctant Poets Posted: 8/29/2008 5:05:13 PM
Well said! With out some steel in someones spine Freedom so much talk .....and how true this is

Joined: 3/8/2008
Msg: 1741

Reluctant Poets Posted: 8/29/2008 7:53:35 PM
I wish all you all would come over to all-poetry because there is so much talent here that is being wasted on dating bullshit!

Joined: 3/8/2008
Msg: 1742

Reluctant Poets Posted: 8/29/2008 8:06:46 PM
stab the knife turn and gore the body bleeds vein's obtrusive dander put in plastic mold I am an outcast burnt in chill beyond the canyon willing reticence of all that is in wills I differ slightly hapenstanced my cargo dwells unliving

Joined: 3/8/2008
Msg: 1743

Reluctant Poets Posted: 8/29/2008 8:52:00 PM
Edited... That's an option? stab the knife turn and gore the body bleeds vein's unobtrusive bile plastic mold an outcast burnt beyond the reticence of differed slightly happenstance unloved

Joined: 7/12/2008
Msg: 1744

Reluctant Poets Posted: 8/29/2008 8:59:23 PM
Hi Gorgeous Did I tell you.... Oh Thats right I did... Re other places Wilco When I have time to sit, think and explore the werdz n innerbits eh! ================= musical intrinsicality washes whimsical non-sense-atality or was that fatality fem fatale regality while solidarity's lip slips round my fingertip and beckons service from the waitress whose vacant smile now lies by the soup into which I cried ================= [see ya there in a while eh]

Joined: 3/8/2008
Msg: 1745

Reluctant Poets Posted: 8/29/2008 9:03:18 PM
Damn that was hot^ ! I got a boner now... Really! Something about lips and fingertips... lol

Joined: 7/12/2008
Msg: 1746

Reluctant Poets Posted: 8/29/2008 9:10:42 PM
Well it WAS about 'lip service' But I kinda hadnt realised the other connotations

Joined: 3/8/2008
Msg: 1747

Reluctant Poets Posted: 8/29/2008 9:11:35 PM
God love ya... lol

Joined: 3/8/2008
Msg: 1748

Reluctant Poets Posted: 8/29/2008 9:18:31 PM
chapped lips unshaven follicles rough mouth dried sweat engrossed I was enslaved in pain that I was jesus penetrated eat my blood

cardsandchips

Joined: 3/9/2008
Msg: 1749

Reluctant Poets (Wake up children) Posted: 9/3/2008 2:26:36 AM
They invade our privacy with drug tests, that's their way, To take all of your private privileges away, What you do in your own home is not their right to say, They're taking all of our freedom away, next thing it will be our DNA. Back in the 60's Rare Earth sang about big brother, They knew back then that we could not hide undercover, The day is coming and it is not very far, Before they plant a microchip into each newborn child so that they know where you are. I will not be around when these things come true, I'm glad it will not happen to me and I'm sorry if it happens to you, Why don't you young people stand up to these political whores, Like we did way back then against the Vietnam war?