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Posted: 6/4/2006 2:28:10 PM | Wow Bobby,,,,thats fantastic.
I read it over a few times....awesome !! | |
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Posted: 6/7/2006 1:15:18 PM | here's a little sad poem, been kinda down lately, but who really cares. lol
Spending so many nights
Laying here alone
Wondering where you've gone
And why you haven't returned
My heart I feel is breaking
And there is nothing I can do
Because I'm dying of a broken heart
When you left you tore it apart
My memories of you slowly fade away
So I can finally move on today
I don't need to wait
To find someone else
You're already gone to me | |
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Posted: 6/7/2006 3:36:18 PM | Hey Angel,
It is good to see your face again. Sorry things aren't the way that make you happier. Your readers still love you@plenty of fish.
I rewrote Fading to Black with a different rhyme scheme. I don't know if it is better, since I make me people madder at me faster than I can befriend them, LOL. I get to a point where I just try to please myself and don't worry so much about what others think as long as I know I am not intentionally trying to harm anyone or being careless in causing them harm.
We have all felt as you feel when we have tried and not had a relationship work they way we thought we wanted it to. We learn and go on being true to ourself as well as taking into consideration all the parts of that relationship that were good and bad trying to correctly apply them where they belong in our lives.
I am refining this write that I did because I think this is the one that I am going to have painted on the gas tank of my motorcycle. I received my personalized license plate today that says "Poet" Now I just need to stencil the words of this write on the tank after I get it to where I like it well enough to live with it for a while.LOL I usually don't like what I do within a few days after I write it, as I see things I could have done differently. I suppose that's life!
If we don't find a way to improve things, we will be stuck in monotony with everything standing still with no progress.
your friend,
---Robert  
Here is the second version of Fading to Black;
Fading to Black v2
I see eyes that are bright, souls that will CREATE simple gifts of love.
These words I write come to me like a gentle breeze on a warm spring day.
I see insanity blinding the unknowing plain folks, drinking their lives away.
I have seen phony smiles and corrupted files made by greed-ridden thieves.
I’ve heard some calling my name, finding they say things I cannot believe.
They give nothing in return, nothing to learn, but a lesson about mistakes.
I’m searching for those souls that are truly beautiful and are not at all fake.
Their beauty that has little to do with vanity and more to do with one’s sanity.
I was an optimist, believing that all things are possible, even simple humanity.
I see eyes that are bright, souls that KNOW the simple gifts of love.
I’m an optimistic skeptic, learning to be specific about all life’s possibilities.
Now, the light becomes brighter, like the sun, as the clouds clear in humility.
This clarity is acute, like the senses become in a moment that is passionate,
just before the point of no return, when there’s no chance of trying to ration it.
It is lasting and beholden until I would meet the part of someone victimized.
This higher sense of awareness only stays with me until I am traumatized,
or an intensely emotional event would occur to sequester it, later reverting,
when this clarity would come back, bringing again a perspective less hurting.
I see eyes that are bright, souls that would SING, with simple gifts of love.
The music that soothes the soul like that look that tells you ‘they’ want to stay.
These words I write come to me like the gentle breezes on a warm spring day.
They softened the harshness of the heat, leaving traces of their beautiful smiles,
with knowing eyes, that give pieces of their heart; I hope they stay for a while.
There is a deep black hole far below the typical paths of our quotidian lives.
We take paths, making choices affecting anyone who looks through our eyes.
The paths are winding and narrow with many forks, all have varying worth.
It’s easy to go forth, but taking the wrong fork can send us deep into the earth.
I see eyes that are bright, souls that would SHINE, with simple gifts of love.
It is along these paths we must go to reach the most wonderful of conclusions.
These paths lead us to an ultimate bliss far away from any kind of seclusion.
Once we have chosen some paths, it’s not likely for us to be able to withdraw.
These paths have every temptation along the way, some might cause us to fall.
By falling into the deep abyss, we could lose any chance of wearing a halo.
Many will fall from these paths, landing deep within the chasms far below,
clinging to the edges that narrow as these paths go deeper into the obscure,
with some choices thrusting us farther into the unknown depths of our terror.
I see eyes that are bright, souls that would ACCEPT simple gifts of love.
I have traveled these paths, straying far from the safety of the written words.
I see greed taking hold of fraudulent vain folks that deceive the everyday nerds.
I have seen phony smiles and corrupted files made by pornographic thieves.
I’ve heard some, accusing me falsely, finding they say things I cannot believe.
I’ve seen greedy war mongers taking from the world, killing the people’s loves.
What a man does to conquer, trying to act nobler, will not raise him above.
I’m walking this path too close to the edge, stumbling, one misstep and I’ll fall,
tasting these temptations, pondering the moments, and the mysteries of it all!
I see eyes that are bright, souls that will GIVE ALL the complexities of love!
---Robert M Pike Copyright © 2006 | |
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Posted: 6/7/2006 10:37:24 PM | Robert,
I was struck by these words you wrote above.
I get to a point where I just try to please myself and don't worry so much about what others think as long as I know I am not intentionally trying to harm anyone or being careless in causing them harm.
while you may have had a totally different reason for what you said and I might be taking your quote out of context. For me personally, I relate your words to writing poetry, for that is how your words struck me anyway.
When my own thoughts were, then even writing a poem for another person, there will always be a fact of writing the poem to please yourself. In my thinking, I say I am selfish, because it has to be composed with my own slant and outlook, in relation to the subject, or person of my focus. Only it can go both ways, while some will accept what I write, there remains the risk of offending someone, or facing bitterness in the process.
Here is one I am ok with, because it was from the 'show me what ya got' topic of "Heart"
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Future to Envy
05 June 2006
Where was the wind
this breast of blood
A fountain, or a pump
taking heart in breath
Where was yesterday
that day she was there
Ode for this tomorrow
a place to land in truth
Take heart, take heed
give love, return hope
Walk together, soul to soul
understand the feeling of amour
For where was where
this placement of heart
Hidden away, broken for some
around a corner, a future to envy
“There are two tragedies in life. One is not
to get your heart's desire. The other is to get it.”
George Bernard Shaw, “Man and Superman” (1903), act 4
Irish dramatist and socialist (1856 - 1950)
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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Posted: 6/8/2006 12:04:41 AM | I wrote this today for a friend who lost her Mom and Dad within a span of five months. I hope it speaks for itself...
Freedom
Weep not, my children, I am free, from my suffering and my pain.
Love your family, friends and Life, until we meet again.
I have seen my share of grief; I’ve seen lots of good times too
But most of all, I had the joy of raising all of you
I haven’t been the perfect man, Is there really such a thing?
I tried to be the perfect Dad, and gave my every thing
I look at you, you’re all grown up, and busy with your lives
And like your Dad , you’ve all been blessed,
With good husbands and good wives
I know your Mom was very proud, right up until until she died
We were not the perfect parents, but, the good Lord knows we tried.
So, hug your babies every day, the happiness will come
Don’t mourn for me; For I am free, I’ve gone to meet your Mom.
It is strange, when we are born, that we all have our own fate
For me and Mom, in God's bright land
It will be like our first date | |
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Posted: 6/8/2006 12:08:29 AM | Dear Carinacarina,
I do thank you for your generous critique, May I ask which work you were referring to? | |
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Posted: 6/8/2006 12:13:28 AM | Dear Carinacarina,
May I say that I have enjoyed each of each of your works that I have read.. I think you, like me, are driven to write.. | |
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Posted: 6/8/2006 3:45:10 AM | Driven to write yet lacking inspiration at the moment Bobby, but your very talented...
The poem i was referring to was An Island but i am sure i will love everything you write... You have a fan. :)
This poem was written for me...i want to share it.
ALL THINGS NEW
She walks through the park
thoughts afar, tear-stained eyes..
He paces cell floor,
thoughts afar, concrete skies.
Her tender touch,
fingertips on photo trace,
catching every teardrop
falling from his face.
Two bruised souls
Yearn for peace within
Battling the ugly past
Together they will win.
One beautiful heart
born from the two
Forgetting yesteryear
creating something new.
Her tender touch
fingertips on photo trace
Catching the smiles
dancing from his face.
She walks through park
thoughts afar, sparkle in her eyes
He paces cell floor
thoughts afar, clear blue skies.
PC | |
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Posted: 6/8/2006 4:12:07 AM | Angel..i don't know you but i care that your down..sometimes it seems we are constantly swimming upstream. I wish you well and hope things improve for you. Kind greetings from Northern England.
Carina x | |
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Posted: 6/8/2006 12:22:34 PM | | That is a lovely read, Carinacarina..Thanks for sharing it ... | |
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Posted: 6/8/2006 1:23:32 PM | On the Horizon
Cheer up, my friend, sweet Angelpurrs
We can't avoid life's bumps and burrs
But in time, theses things shall pass
And then you'll be a happy lass.
Love's a game of hit and miss
But sorrow's banished with a kiss
And if you wish with all your might
I know you'll find your shining Knight
Then he will sweep you off your feet
And make your heart and soul complete.
So, don' feel sad, and don't be blue
Your Knight will make your dreams come true | |
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Posted: 6/8/2006 4:45:03 PM | How lovely that you write that for Angel.
The last poem is an experience i am going through. Makes it all the more special.
Looking forward to your next thread Bobby. | |
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Posted: 6/8/2006 7:19:51 PM | You, Girl
My God! Time flies, I'm getting old, but I've seen miracles unfold!
A baby's birth, an oyster's pearl, white clouds that look like sails unfurled,
Hot lava a volcano hurled...And Then There's You, Girl...
I thought love was in my past. Seldom do I see love last,
And people move around too fast,
But now I know my fate is cast...For Now There's You, Girl...
I've never met a girl so sweet. I lay my heart down at your feet.
You've made my life feel so complete
That I can't contemplate retreat...No, Not From You, Girl.
You make me dizzy with each kiss. Will my heart beat or will it miss?
I've never really known such bliss,
Or known such peace and joy as this...'Til I Met You, Girl...
I never thought that life's a race, so I'll plod along at my own pace.
And dream about your lovely face.
You make my world a special place...
With Everything You Do, Girl... | |
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Posted: 6/8/2006 7:23:23 PM | I wrote this for my friend, Annie, who has moved on and left this batterer. She is now happily married to a very nice man.
Woman's Fate (Sweet Red Rose)
Annie, come sit here with me.
Let's talk about what's yet to be.
You're still confused about this world,
How it should treat a decent girl.
So let me set your mind at rest,
Annie, you deserve the very best.
You must be allowed to smile,
Or just sit back and think awhile...
Of all the years that you have missed,
Through being hurt instead of kissed.
I really just don't understand,
What kind of monster, beast or man,
Could do to you the things he's done.
What hollow victory has he won?
He took a child, that's what you were,
And beat you like he would a cur.
He bent your mind and warped your soul.
He left you bitter, hurt, and cold.
He bruised your body, broke your heart,
And ripped your hopes and dreams apart.
You should never feel ashamed,
For he alone must bear the blame.
Though you may hurt a little longer,
His hate has served to make you stronger.
I can't atone for what he's done,
But you deserve to see the sun.
And if I could only find a way,
You'd bask in sunshine every day.
And all your sorrow, and your pain,
Would fade away, like April's rain.
Listen girl, you hold the power,
To grow and blossom like a flower.
And when you spread your petals wide,
You'll taste the love so long denied.
And when you've bloomed, well, this man knows...
You'll put to shame
- The Sweet Red Rose... | |
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Posted: 6/8/2006 7:27:31 PM | Poetry Express
While Sharon visits Ronnie. I can live it up in style.
And concentrate on poetry, that hasn't happened for a while.
The computer room's quite messy, strewn papers all around.
As I conjure up the magic words, buried here, on hallowed ground.
I've no wood to build a fire, and the room has grown quite cold.
And what's that, on my sandwich? My God...It looks like mould.
The cats are scratching at the door. When's the last time they've been fed?
If Sharon sees her starving beasts, then, I might as well be dead.
A poet's world's a jumble of frustration, sweat, and pain.
As they coax the blessed/cursed pen, and, sometime. all in vain.
And just when they've abandoned hope, and sunk into despair.
The magic words, come floating in, like that!...As if on air.
I can sit, and write and find no rhyme, and then, try and try again.
But to get it right, I need a ride on the Struggling Poet's train.
If I tried explaining this...to people who don't write.
I'd be wasting time, and maybe rhyme, though, I could prattle half the night.
The Poet's Train's a state of mind attained by very few.
It rushes in to Poet's Square, with words and rhyme anew.
Its whistle's not a mournful sound, no, not to those who wait.
To pick and plunder poetry, that it carries in its freight
And so, as I await the train, and the words I hope to find
I sit here like an imbecile, a vacuum for a mind.
But wait, what’s that I hear, the train is pulling in,.
And yes! It brought me what I need, so I can write again.
At last I have the words I sought, and I really must confess
I wept for joy to find them there, on the Poetry Express.
And now I must clean up this mess, and put my pen away.
My poem is done,
The Train is gone.
And, the wife comes home today.,.. | |
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Posted: 6/8/2006 7:46:05 PM | thx for sharing those poems to try to cheer me up, the poem u wrote for me bobby brought a tear to my eye.
Carina, thx for your kind words, I am sure to be up once again, but in the mean time im still down, but things will get better. | |
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Posted: 6/12/2006 3:37:51 PM | spontanious write, been needing too, but been a lil busy. not what i really had in mind but it started flowing so i stuck with it.
When days get so bad
You find it hard to make it through
That's when you stop and ask
What would Jesus do?
Would He quit when things got too rough
Or throw His hands up and say "I've had enough?"
No, He would stick with it no matter how tough it seems
Performing miracles beyond our wildest dreams
Raising Lazarus from the dead
And making a blind man see
Are two miracles He did causing
People to celebrate in one big jubliee
When you hit a tight spot in life
Trudging slowly through
Just ask your self
What would Jesus do | |
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Joined: 3/14/2006
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Posted: 6/12/2006 5:43:11 PM | Been reading sum of the poetry here and it's fantastic!
Got this one on my fridge...
A nice reminder for them..."not so good days" 
Hope you like!
~~BE THANKFUL~~
Be thankful you already don’t have everything you desire.
If you did, what would there be to look forward to?
Be thankful when you don’t know something,
for it gives you the opportunity to learn.
Be thankful for difficult times,
During those times you grow.
Be thankful for your limitations,
because they give you opportunity for improvement.
Be thankful for each new challenge,
because it will built your strength and character.
Be thankful for your mistakes,
they will teach you valuable lessons.
Be thankful when you are tired and weary,
because it means you’ve made an effort.
It’s easy to be thankful for good things.
A Life of rich fulfillment comes to those
who are also thankful for the setbacks.
Gratitude can turn a negative into a positive.
Find a way to be thankful for your troubles,
and they can become your blessings. | |
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Posted: 6/12/2006 7:57:22 PM | | debedo, thx for sharin that write, and yes i believe we all have those not so good days, lol. I know I did today. | |
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Posted: 6/12/2006 8:35:47 PM | i write from this human heart, because im the only one who knows and walks to this part since the start,
and try and figure out this time in my life, where i need to make everything better and walk to the beat of this heart, through these lively misty mazed, sleeted streets,
My one instinct is that everything and everday is gaining slow and steady clarity in my worldly path, these eyes and mind are becoming more wide open, i just have to beleive, and not decieve myself, always respecting one-self...,and not neglecting the ones i cherrish most and foremost.
my goal is not to put all the feelings i have on a shelf, so it can go fully overstocked for no-one else but me to clean it, that feels like somthing out of a horrid dream, because this is my world!, im the only thing that keeps my world moving or sloothing.
configuring sorrow and pain, would end up in an instant karma game, that will always remain in my conscience if i dont crush it!.
love & passion is somthing i seem and need to extrude at instinct,
Caring & Understanding is somthing i always want to contain and protrude in my mortal soul, because without it i would just be plain, or just completely insane and deranged. I only give people pieces of my precious soul who deserve it, and refraining somehow in those moments in my mind, that could drive a person to be blind.
i suppose it keeps me on my toes, and though it somtimes blows, i feel greatful for everything that comes my way, and though somtimes i feel like a black crow on the cold winters snow, and no longer want to take part in this somtimes tiring life show,
im left with a composed basic notion, which is like an instinct "that i will survive and that everyday will get better in a small way!!!",
in hopes to what will be, to the composing of where i can express my self at an instance, because with this life; its always constant, if your not with it, your without it, and in all scenarios is which i truly want to belong to peace & harmony in my own domain, doing things that please me, and makes me proud, calling it time well spent, not really wondering where the day went.
I can only keep trying to be strong, when this world feels like it has you in its prongs, and hym a happy song. | |
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Posted: 6/13/2006 2:27:47 AM | | ~ Be Thankful ! that is a nice poeme debedo I saw this one once on the internet last year But thank's for it. It's alway's nice to read them again. | |
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Posted: 6/13/2006 11:51:09 AM | Hey there...."Jimmyfish n' Angelpurrrrs"
TY!....Glad yew liked the poem.
I've had that one for a long time now....from a girl friend of mine.
Lord knows, we all have our bad days!
Sometimes just takes a little "pick me up" to get ya going again.(smile)
I do have a great appreciation for poetry and quotes...
Here's one that a friend of mine wrote.....he's rather good....hope you like!
I'm not near as talented, but do have sum that I wrote many moons ago.
Maybe one day, I'll be brave enuff to share.
Angel~~~your quite talented too I must say....
have enjoyed reading your thoughts.
I look forward to more from you and other's.....
Bobby~I have to say...
"beautiful" ("
tks everyone, for sharing!
~~Contentment~~
>The cool wet of drink
>touches my lips
>I am content
>comforted by thoughts
>my soul rests
>refreshed
>with each thoughtful sip
>feelings
>Your words
>testimony to your happiness
>my doing, you say
>though all I did
>was speak my heart
>Now, though distant miles away
>you kissed me with your smile today
Written by my friend, Andy! | |
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Posted: 6/13/2006 12:19:58 PM | Ok...here's a poem I wrote about 8 yrs ago...
my comment about "being brave" was targeted more so to the poems I wrote as a child.
I have posted this in a thread already...."poems to my mommy after her death"
and thought....I'll share it here too.
Was my way of letting my mother know while in her final days of battling cancer....
that it was "OK"......to just let go!
~~Mother~~
When your time comes to join the awaiting of family and friends..
The angels will guide you, to the lord's promised land.
Although your journey here is coming to an end...
a new one will begin, when the angel's take your hand.
I'll cry for you, and wish you to be here with me....
in time, my heart will fill with joy, knowing you are happy and free.
Free from all your sickness and pain...
It'll make me happy, knowing your with your loved one's again.
I trust the lord to take care of you...
He knows you to be good, through and through.
Im my heart and thoughts you will forever be....
Go in peace my mother, my friend....
Let the angel's take you where you can be happy...and smile once again. | |
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Posted: 6/13/2006 2:14:10 PM |  debedo keep theme coming Love to read some that you wrote many moons ago | |
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