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Posted: 3/31/2008 5:50:22 PM | As the rats jump ship and just scatter
'Lord of such rings' an' patter
Fairies magic flowing hair of red
Smiling unseen unheard unsaid.
Magic surpass avoid capture
Mind envisioned to rapture
Intangible as thought love itself
Magic never placed upon any shelf.
(edit post: gimme a break, guys! If the poems disappear, I can only edit so fast! Lol!) | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/31/2008 5:52:24 PM | as the rats jump ship and just scatter
i don't see how that matters
i am the captain of my own ship
and the honey mead of life i do sip
Embarking sweet to journeys yet to be told
that is how i want to grow old
inhaling all that life has to give
that my man, is how to life
(sorry t...you're too fast for me!!!) | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/31/2008 6:02:39 PM | that my man, is how to life
Eager student to learned strife
Teach this student seas to see
Strength true gentle to set free
Thirsting knowledge to know
Learned for blossom life to grow
Gentle teacher pon eager desire
Enkindle youth direct glowing fire. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/31/2008 6:04:28 PM | Magic never placed upon any shelf
my man is how to live with an Elf
tossed like a salad into a bowl
mixing oils and vinegar into coal
like some alchemist going insane
pouring his potion down the drain
while swinging upside down from a crain
spacing out rhythms inside the brain | |
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Posted: 3/31/2008 6:06:45 PM | spacing out rhythms inside the brain
funny how life is a train
life’s journey is but to enjoy
slidin’ to third plate, oi
it’s not the destination, but the journey’s path I’ve heard
the thrill of the ride, no pain to endure
best friends, soul mates, kindred souls
these will patch my empty heart’s holes | |
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Posted: 3/31/2008 6:10:22 PM | These will patch my empty hearts holes
Without longing for things to have been better all told
Or for the chances to have been taken and not lost
Growing older, and experiencing loss.
And the melody playing piano men
Will always comfort us teach day
Long past the ending of darkness
Till the coming of the red morning rays. | |
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Posted: 3/31/2008 6:14:44 PM | Til the coming of the red morning rays.
The sun is up, enjoy your days!
Time is on our side my friend
We shall see it through to the end
Chemistry, kismet, take it in stride
What path will you take on this ride
Two by two, or go it alone
There are no words written in stone | |
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Posted: 3/31/2008 6:22:46 PM | There are no words written in stone
Remains of a thought left too long alone
drifting through history looking to land
in a place where a heart could understand
Life has no meaning where love is not found
visions left guarded on infertile ground
yet,Peace has been offered, and at a fair price
respect your neighbors and learn to play nice. | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 4009 | |
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Posted: 3/31/2008 6:28:22 PM | Respect your neighbors and learn to play nice.
Shouldn't have to tell you "Bad...Twice!"
Do unto others what you expect in return
Before you are crumbled up in some ole' Urn!
Kindness is something of a shadow you leave
Open your heart, make others believe!
What is the memory we leave of our Life?
It is lessening anothers pain ,their strife. | |
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Posted: 3/31/2008 6:36:34 PM | it is lessening another pain, thier strife..
what beautiful words spoken of late
on how to embrace and live our life
one thing i know for sure, it's not too late
to make our wrongs all right
to live honorably and oh so true
to enjoy our days and night
this is something we can do, live our life so bright. | |
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Posted: 3/31/2008 7:30:03 PM | this is something we can do, live our life so bright
collectively encouraged , to take up the fight
battle embittered and hatred, with sword of love
blaggard foe regardless of false armoured above
Illusioned multitudes armed of ill intent
Defeated smoke vanish in truth at battle spent
Humanity of life and song to embrace foe fighted
Enjoying pleasures of peace for that fight united. | |
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Posted: 3/31/2008 8:11:36 PM | enjoying pleasures of peace for that fight united
and pay homage to those that serve
we must no longer be divided
but live the life we deserve.
for peace begins in the heart, begins with you and me
compassion, kindness, respect for all
violence, hate, and anger quelled
that is where i want to be | |
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Posted: 3/31/2008 8:23:50 PM | That is where I want to be
Where the dust settles
Where the road unwinds
Where the heart no longer seeks to roam
Where tawdry cacophony is all but silenced
In the least lessened to an inaudible hum
Where the winds whisper accompaniment
To the sound of my soul breaking free | |
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Posted: 4/1/2008 12:22:10 AM | To the sound of my soul breaking free
She yelled out in commiserating revelry
The bars that bound her and her mates
Prison doors cut through blown gates
The guards took aim with steadied care
As the maidens raced with braided hair
A shot rang out as an angel cried
Why'd you kill her? Her soul hasn't died | |
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Posted: 4/1/2008 12:38:01 AM | - hey dreamsasea - nice to catch up with you - hope you're doing well -
Why'd you kill her? Her soul hasn't died
This was but a short trip in a timultuous ride
'Twas but just a moment in the grand spectrum of time in comprehension
To shoot her, you've merely allowed her relief of present tension
For her soul was surely tired from the strains of earthly lessons
We'd need the heart of an angel to understand the confessions
Of a soul trying to remain true, humble, and just
And seeking to please others needs.....not giving way to wants and lust | |
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Posted: 4/1/2008 2:14:19 AM | Because we all face doom
So what will be your tune?
Have you practiced what looms?
Like phases of the moon
From July through June
Only dust in a tomb | |
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Posted: 4/1/2008 7:11:23 AM | Only dust in a tomb
where once life did bloom
We can only assume
that when he was set in this room
Death did not heavy loom,
came with grace and not gloom
and like a bride to a groom,
he met death with aplomb | |
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Posted: 4/1/2008 11:48:39 AM | He met death with aplomb
as he passed one could hear a haunting song
did he still linger to hear their cries
or was he peacefully floating up there in mournful skies
many said that day they heard his voice so clear
almost as if to them he was quite near
a peacefulness enveloped them all that afternoon
when a small child entered that blue room. | |
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Posted: 4/1/2008 2:30:57 PM | when a small child entered that blue room
silence fell like that moment after the final bell
was this the subject change that came to soon
as a smell drifted slowly from where we couldn't tell
not having children made us wonder who belonged
who was weak and who would be strong enough to speak
asking that pertinant question that struck like a gong
is it a treat, father or mother that this child seaks | |
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Posted: 4/1/2008 2:48:00 PM | Is it a treat, father or mother that this child seaks
what will he ask for to fill his wanting cheeks
a favourite cookie with vanilla cream
if none are found in cupboard will he scream
or could it be that he wishes for a salty snack
one he can carry along in his backpack
wait do they to hear his tiny voice
what they wonder shall be his choice. | |
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Posted: 4/1/2008 4:43:20 PM | Ash, great to catch up w/ya too! I see Photonic couldn't keep up w/ya.. lol..incorporating the bottom too within the stanza
And seeking to please others needs not giving way to wants and lusts
The man in the shadows watched the pasing of red heeled large busts
The lasses with contacts but hearts of glass
He'll shatter with his taser, molesting his class
He is no better than the working girl
An gerbil on acid working his tasered twirl
What they wonder shall be his choice
Will he saunter on or leave them with a killer's voice | |
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Posted: 4/1/2008 5:50:36 PM | Will he saunter on or leave them with a killer's voice
finding more strange companions with stranger choices of ideas lost
in the Crimea with a thesauris to entertain the cost
while backpacking when the train was slower than a Royce
you know they tried to sell that choice
way back in the last generation of x-box
when falling into a depression she tripped over yesterday's socks
making an unexpected impression on the jocks | |
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Posted: 4/1/2008 6:29:37 PM | making an unexpected impression on the jocks
sunset colour beyond stopped of clocks
professors of exampled brute strength
encouraged coaches to ignorant length
professors citing 'Funk an' Wagnell'
espousing theories debate law wrangle
observed to caring such things seen small
enjoying perspective perched bird seen all. | |
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Posted: 4/1/2008 6:38:33 PM | enjoying perspective perched bird seen all
shining black of wise ol' crow's call
youth to whom pass torch
smilin' 'pon that porch.
tommorow lead youth
strength to pass that truth
beyond lust an' learning learned
learning from each other most yearned. | |
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Posted: 4/1/2008 7:07:08 PM | learning from each other most yearned
erudite souls whisper in my ear
wise beyond years
sagaciously sharing what has learned
philosophical debates most often shared
heart to heart consider views
great discussions ensues
enjoying your thoughts most cared | |
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