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Msg: 151 | |
| Gniwollof eht etelpmoc:
Posted: 9/18/2006 6:46:13 PM | | yeah yeah yeah, I thought of that too. hey can you spare some change? | |
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Joined: 5/28/2006
Msg: 152 | |
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| Nahh A Poem Is:
Posted: 9/18/2006 11:50:59 PM | A poem
is finding your way
in the dark night
of your soul
when the devil
at your door
(thereafter to be blamed
for having made you
do it)
would no doubt
have suggested an easy
way out
in a rich Cabernet
or even a robust Chianti
never mind the pizza
the garlic fingers
or anything else purporting
to be Italian! | |
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| Nahh A Poem Is:
Posted: 9/19/2006 1:00:48 PM | A poem is fingertips running down your spine
and causing shivers. | |
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| A Poem Is:
Posted: 9/19/2006 1:34:42 PM | Cinderella
pretending not to see
the minute hand
as it hovers
before midnight. | |
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| A Poem Is:
Posted: 9/19/2006 1:56:19 PM | A poem
is making a mess
and later returning
to the scene
of the grime! | |
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| A Poem Is:
Posted: 9/19/2006 2:48:22 PM | yesterday's pain
reheated
and served up again. | |
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Joined: 5/28/2006
Msg: 159 | |
| A Poem Is:
Posted: 9/19/2006 3:06:41 PM | | staying still in motion. | |
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| A Poem Is:
Posted: 9/19/2006 6:51:51 PM | | Fireflies dancing on a very dark night. | |
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| A Poem Is:
Posted: 9/19/2006 8:10:16 PM | 'A poem is pure
cherry,' he said, 'brimming
light, tiger gravy.'
So I took his advice
(he looked so happy,
ink running from the corners
of his mouth) &
ate one. What a mistake.
I haven't been able
to eat anything else, since.
My muscles thinned,
pulled away from bone.
My skin greyed, cracked,
my eyes dry as desert
lakes. I fell, finally,
with that poem still
inside me, like a drunk
asleep on the bus. | |
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| A Poem Is:
Posted: 9/19/2006 8:54:39 PM | WOW heartso. That really filled me up. Great words. Had to read them several times.
Smiles | |
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| A Poem Is:
Posted: 9/19/2006 9:16:03 PM | A poem
is the laughter
you convey
with your eyes
gleaming with such
a gleam
as to leave no doubt
beyond the mystery
your instinctive knowing
of the reasons
for laughter
of eyes that gleam
of messages
conveyed
in a word
speaking of your grasp
on the lighter side
of light
forever and always
the joyfully bending
arc of Love.
Sept. 20, 2005
S.S. | |
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| A Poem Is:
Posted: 9/21/2006 12:43:24 AM | it started in the deep of night
pushing its way through dream time
a fleeting moment flash of light
creaping in my solitude
feelings forming
caught in a weavers loom | |
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| Complete the following:
Posted: 9/21/2006 3:48:54 AM | A poem
is the joy
one experiences
in the act of
forgiveness both
of others
and of the self
the dawning
of that new day
whereupon has come
the realization
that things do change
and oftentimes
need to
incumbent
upon each soul
to set the picture
right in an
otherwise indifferent
and far too often
cruel world.
S.S.
Sept. 21, 2006 | |
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| Complete the following:
Posted: 9/21/2006 3:56:25 AM | A poem is taking a walk down a lonely dark street, then finding a flashlight in your pocket, small but illuminating.
A poem is looking at a mountain meadow's scenic beauty and feeling happy in its splendor.
A poem is watching your lover while he's sleeping and having that wonderful feeling in your heart.
A poem is your own creation that you so willingly share.
A poem is all the fun and romance you carry in your soul.
A poem is the wild adventure you can experience over and over | |
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| A poem is
Posted: 9/21/2006 4:07:43 AM | a bit of mental
and emotional house-keeping,
a search
for that missing sock.
Charlie Girl: I especially like your first line. Thanks! | |
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| A poem is
Posted: 9/21/2006 5:38:40 AM | A poem
is hearing
the silent hum
of Spirit in a world
that otherwise
thrives
on a beehive
of sounds
gone sufficiently
deep into yourself
so as to be able
to differentiate
between the sowing
of the seeds
in spring and the
reaping of the yield
in the fall.
S.S. | |
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| A poem is
Posted: 9/21/2006 6:41:37 AM | Sag: I especially like the second stanza of this.
Jerry | |
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| A poem is
Posted: 9/21/2006 6:49:22 AM | As many put it
Much more
Elegantly than I
A
Poem
Is
My drug
Of choice | |
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| A poem is
Posted: 9/21/2006 7:01:11 AM | I agree Blitz-The poem blooms like the roses of blood in the syringe...here's an old one from me thread...
To Be A Poem
To be stretched in blue bands
Across a mandolin of clouds
To live in deep jungle
As a savage tribe of grief and desire
To read a strange language across eyes
Like letters from the future from the sun
To have hands pure as pilgrims
Blood drumming wet zoo music
To know the heart is a bird
Obsessed with the sky
To fall into the pink experiment
Like a leaf in the last wind
To feel the lament of a wilted flower
To die a little with every death
To live alongside each life
To remember children
To observe the holiness of the crow
To touch sacred stones in green light
To be delirious in the fever of new snow
To have suffered in the dark science
To have died on cold concrete
To be alone
To love
To struggle
To touch what you can’t touch
To simply sigh out
An honest prayer
To dream out the World
To be a poem | |
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| A poem is
Posted: 9/21/2006 12:49:42 PM | A poem
is inspiration
feeling the rush
reaching for pen
and paper
or perhaps a brush
with which to paint
or else a flute
on which to play
the universe
unveiling its magic
its wonders no end
inducing us to ponder
the mysteries
if all the while reduced
to toddlers
curious and questing
reverting
back to yesterdays
on the floor on all fours
going for it til exhaustion
sets in and sleep
overtakes us somewhere
on that last mountain
we've just set out
to conquer.
S.S.
Sept. 21, 2006 | |
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| A poem is
Posted: 9/21/2006 3:01:31 PM | A Poem is whatever you wish for appearing before your mind's eye
its the pie in the sky feeling of I wish that my words were flying high
that fresh drink of water an oasis of love
a sudden fright in the night feeling blood soaked gloves
anything you think and then a bit more
that wave of emotion washing ashore | |
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| A Poem Is ......
Posted: 9/21/2006 8:38:51 PM | A poem can be like a rhythm, wave or a dance
It can have a beginning - a break or ending. It's all by chance
Maybe a story depending on, when, why or how and not
Is there a point or just a thought?
Of the then, there, now
Or WOW
Does it really matter maybe to some it may
Or a waste of one's time, but for some no way!
It can be creative or sedative to some
A poem can be the I AM or maybe the Who come
Like footprints left in the sand
A poem is a poem to the writers hand. | |
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