| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/3/2008 11:50:18 PM | theres truth buried in that
like a miners lost stash
calming like Morracan hash
amidst torid night in wet sheets we did thrash
bleeding from lovers leather lash
weilded after the fall but before the crash
innocence we will devour and gnash
after plucking jewels out of yesterdays trash.
rhyme never was my forte' (damn, and at the top of new page to boot. LOL)
hey Mandrake, hope ur enjoyin the long weekend!
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/4/2008 1:37:48 AM | came home late
after a most excellent time
(needed to blow of steam
it felt sooo fine)
but when i saw her
i noticed something not right
she shook her head
with all her might
swollen around the jaws
discolored around the neck
i started to make calls
but couldn't get hold of the vet
she's still able to jump
up on my bed
i'll stroke her gently
on top of her head
don't know if she got into something
or was bitten by something else
will keep her comfortable
and hope for the best
fvck.
i don't know what else to say
am lost for words
sorry manny...for once again leaving my woes on your thread....she's found a 24 hour vet... | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/4/2008 4:04:46 AM | think i'm delirious..i found the vet (not she!)....so here we go...
cold stark white
florecent light
swollen bloodied
tail wags
we wait
initial prognosis
possible snake bite
admitted
full battery of tests
sweet/pathetic
fragile life
daisy?
granny?
me?
yes | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/4/2008 4:33:53 AM | Hey Lunar....love the write! rhyme or no rhyme! Thanks for visiting.
Rose....Awwww, I hope daisy is ok! Damn snakes! Make a purse outta that sucker!  | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/4/2008 5:20:18 PM | Heavens clouds
wept holy water,
filling natures cup,
enriching the spirit
harvest of
frozen souls,
bound in icy chains,
imprisoned in sculpted
cages of torment,
and then, as a single tear
embraced the pillars of ice,
each soul released a sigh,
breathing back to life
and rising with the
harvest. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/4/2008 5:56:32 PM | Thought particles
Become garments of the mind;
Old beliefs turn into throwaway
Claims; but forever therein, is
A diehard renegade; a Judas,
Pleading forgiveness.
Love spread thin, is love scorned.
Intellectual grogginess distraught
The waves. Yet spirit murmurs
Trickle through; delivering
Cryptic relics; particles of
Thought-spirits
Trespassing outer spheres.
The tender-heart is forever
Silhouetted by jackals; this is
The chair of life, the mourner’s
Bench.
To be understood is
Not a virtue. To be misunderstood
Is not a curse. And the forfeited prayer
Still seeks the ear of god. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/4/2008 7:28:08 PM | | Nw....truly great words. Love the write my friend. You saw through the sculpted image with a keen eye. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/5/2008 12:52:21 PM | Say it shall be,
and I will make it so!
thus speaketh
the bard of parables.
let thy wind see
through blind eyes,
thus shall I sight them,
for I am the bard
of parables!
and should the flames of hell
cast fires on earth,
I shall inhale the blaze,
thus shall I kiss
the underworld,
with the heat of passion,
laying waste
before the altar
for I am the bard
of parables! | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/5/2008 1:08:54 PM | I took a walk
into a lion's mouth
one day
just for fun
had a seat
between rows of teeth
and of his praises
i sung
so amazed
by the situations humor
as I had, in essence,
conquered a lion
until darkness fell,
and so did his teeth,
from his mouth
the remains of me came flyin'
had I known to say a prayer
as i sat right there
in the mouth of
my own enemy
i may have slipped through his teeth
ran from the beast
and found those
who would truly befriend me | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/5/2008 1:17:49 PM | Damn girl! That was beautiful...you're starting to scare me yanno? When I read your writes, it's like being in my own head! and I'm not sure that's a good place for you to be! ....shat! I gotta check and see if I have any relatives in Carolina!  | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/5/2008 8:45:33 PM | NW love what is created by your soul
Rose---gurllll...praying Daisy prayers for your baby, Gran prayers for your Gran, & I LOVE ROSE prayers for you
M...you are the rock from which I judge my sanity
Ash---you're rockin', sister girl-excellent foray!
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/5/2008 8:57:26 PM | | JJB....if you are judging your sanity by my measures....we are both in a lot of trouble!! | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/5/2008 9:02:09 PM |  we're sinking!!!
hands outstretched
praying to heaven's light
it's me, God.
yes Sir...i do know what i want
and it is outta sight
i want to be loved for who i am
add into that the three boys of my plan
a houseful of kids growing up under our wings
a girl added in to balance out things
i want to be happy
if its not too much to ask
if i get the love that i allow
yes Sir...i will stay on task
can everything be different...now? | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/5/2008 9:11:01 PM | Now, if I was God
I'd grant your wish,
but alas, I am but mortal,
not a genie,
nor magician,
life
reflects
what we want,
and what we need,
separate, yet the same,
happiness
comes from
within. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/5/2008 9:15:29 PM |
happiness is state of mind
humor taking over
creating diversion
as time marches around
wants, needs, desires
tantalizing me with the purest ideas
focusing on the ones that matter
three of my heart
raising boychildren
to walk in the light
sometimes things lay in a row
conventions sewing
discord
looking back...hindsight...
realizing it saved me from the train
nothing ever looks the same | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/5/2008 9:23:53 PM | you have a beautiful heart...and soul
without memories, we are just taking up space in a void. Memories are the stepping stones of our lives! | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/5/2008 10:02:38 PM | Ok ya'll it's been awhile so please be kind...lol... The squeaky hinges have been oiled and now the wheels are turnin...
How do I find the words that I want to say
to let you know what is in my heart
on this glorious summer day...
Letting them drift up from my soul
feeling them grow so steady and strong
letting them out, letting them go...
Like a flower that has bloomed
taking away the darkness
the sadness and gloom
Lettin the tears cascade down
fiving life and joy
waskig away the pain
as they melt into the ground...
The smile and twinkle that shines from my eyes
seeing the clouds turn to rainbows
as the paint their way across the bright blue skies...
Finding the words is easy you see
but saying them aloud,
that is what is hard for me...
SO I give you this poem with words from my mind
hoping and praying that you will see
that what I would speak to you
are feelings so sweet, gentle, and kind...
Brat | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/5/2008 10:30:26 PM | | lovely write yooper...very gentle words. In time they will all come flooding back. Welcome to our home by the fire. Feel free to share anytime. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/6/2008 12:12:30 AM | Thank you Mandrake. Like I said it has been awhile since I have been able to write. I've had so many other things to deal with in my personal life.
I always say everything happens for a reason even though we may not understand the reasoning... It was just by chance I choose to click on the poet's forum and now I feel blessed to have done so. I pray the tragic events of these last few years will actually inspire more soulful writings.
Thank you again for such a warm welcome. I leave you with one more poem I have...
Deep inside I feel the stir waking me from a sound slumber. Knowing there will be no rest till these thoughts are wirtten with pen to paper. The letters forming feelings flow so fast from my fingers. Thoughts of love, dreams of hope. Wishing what was said, praying that some day it will be read.
Just a little no name in all this cyber space, but yet I have still carved my own little place. For I do have the heart of a poet, but till this night just did not know it. Maybe just deep down now wanting to show it. Thoughts explode from my soul, filling my mind. Wanting so to be set free. To be loved, embraced, just willing to grow to the light, wishing to be seen.
I hope that you see, that for me, it has been there form the start. I honestly do have a poets heart...
Good night everyone!
Brat | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/6/2008 8:35:06 PM | Is this the final resting place?
where I can lay my head
and dream, release the steam?
no more to wander,
let me light my fire,
curl up with silence...
shut out the world,
and those who think they know
who I am,
my book and music my comfort...
here I am safe,
watch the fire burn,
till the embers beckon
for attention,
and the silence
has restored my spirit. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/6/2008 8:49:30 PM | As I look around,
perhaps for the last time,
the fire glowing,
the silence listening
to my every thought,
every picture painted
on the walls,
O great silence,
shall we look
for a new home?
just you....and me
together always. | |
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