| I don't care what you write......
Posted: 6/3/2008 5:34:14 PM | hey Ash glad you're 'feeling it' love is a wonderful thing!
i've not been on this forum much as of late but will try and make more frequent appearances.... | |
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Posted: 6/3/2008 5:46:44 PM | Blame
Where within lies the blame
What happened to the fire in our flame
Is it true your heart has frozen
Toward the one you’d once chosen
How is it possible, how can this be
Why will you turn your back on thee
What have they done that is so unforgivable
That has made you so seemingly miserable
Surely there is something to bring healing
For these feelings that you now are feeling
Be open and talk with them, regarding your feelings of doubt
Make sure you truly understand what its all about
Don’t make hasty decisions in matters of the heart
SometBlame
Where within lies the blame
What happened to the fire in our flame
Is it true your heart has frozen
Toward the one you’d once chosen
How is it possible, how can this be
Why will you turn your back on thee
What have they done that is so unforgivable
That has made you so seemingly miserable
Surely there is something to bring healing
For these feelings that you now are feeling
Be open and talk with them, regarding your feelings of doubt
Make sure you truly understand what its all about
Don’t make hasty decisions in matters of the heart
Sometimes misinterpretations drive good people apart
Communication is key, please discuss it with thee
Its soooo important, don’t just “let it be”
I beg of you, be open, honest, candid and all
Soon you you’ll feel peace, happiness, and the pieces will fall
Into the place in the puzzle where they belong
And the two of you will be united in song
It may be decided you each have your own verse
At least you’ll know its with honesty and no curse
Its important to speak openly with one another
In the beginning, the middle, and end with our lovers
-samra | |
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Posted: 6/3/2008 5:56:01 PM |
no more false starts
No more false starts
I’ve waited to long
Waiting for my heart
To burst into song
Now its finally happened
A love that will endure
My patience paid off in a precious jewel
As finally now, along came you
You made a splash in my life
Like a pebble in the water
The ripples are a symbol of growing love
And ours will be, for both of us, so much better
We all have a past which colours our views
I refuse to repeat past performances
As true love is what I’ve found in you
Friend, lover, confident…just the right balance
Thank you for coming along
Awakening my heart to song
Yours I’ll be for now and forever
As long as you’ll have me, it will be my pleasure!!
-samra | |
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Posted: 6/3/2008 8:23:24 PM |
Is it true your heart has frozen
toward the one you'd once chosen
chip away the ice...recover your heart
how was it before? where did this start?
if that doesn't work, you can know that you tried
to recover the love that had long since died
glass full of love turned to empty cup
say good-bye and walk away.......head up | |
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Posted: 6/3/2008 9:07:28 PM | "glass full of love turned to empty cup
say good-bye and walk away.......head up"
"have love will travel"
cup overfilling,
drink up water's spilling
smiles growing
and glow is showing
tables set, and guests invited
yet didn't come, feels spited
carry on withput, seed yhe grail
til tomorrow comes with pounded nail
would you collect the blood that'll fall
smile now with me and after it all
you know I am, always near
my voice just listen you'll hear
well travel sounds nice, let us begin
throwing rocks at your window, you say when | |
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Posted: 6/3/2008 9:27:30 PM | "would you collect the blood that'll fall"
in a cracked chalice
and set it upon the mantle of innocence
where the flames of curiosity
reduce it to a consumme de purity | |
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Posted: 6/3/2008 9:36:53 PM |
well travel sounds nice,
let us begin
grab your bags
come on
jump in
we'll ride up that mtn
and back down round the bend
down the dirt road
to where we can put our feet in
take a nap in the shade
then climb the trails to the falls
sweetly serenaded
water rushing and bird calls
cool mountain air
causing chills on my skin
but this mountain girl
can't resist jumping in
the plunge being taken
breath held....eyes closed
coming up for air, there we are
nose to nose | |
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Posted: 6/3/2008 10:05:54 PM | Nice writing Lunar, n Ash
over my shoulder the water crashing down
and background illuminated in greens
sun shining down from behind the trees
warm air breeze, and clear water
"the plunge being taken
breath held....eyes closed
coming up for air, there we are
nose to nose"
two heads above water
eyes locked together
hands pull closer
then you turn to swim away
swimming after you i chase
caught and pulled close,
two heads above water
breathing as one
arms wrapped together
feet paddling underneath
lost in your lips
hands search on their own | |
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Posted: 6/4/2008 2:03:09 AM | If I could cast away my armor
and lay bare my jaded heart
Strip down to weary soul
"and set it upon the mantle of innocence"
Could I rise, refreshed
and step forth naked,
blinking in a strange new light,
to walk a road I've never seen? | |
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Posted: 6/4/2008 5:34:07 AM | you know I am, always near
my voice just listen you'll hear
you know I am, always near
my voice just listen and you will hear
although i am gone, now part of the rainbow
in your mind and your heart, my love still flows
i loved you unconditionally, and gave you the tools
now its up to you, to find the real jewel
a diamond in the rough, to love you as i
your true love to put the sparkle in your eye
i'm watching from above
and hoping you again find love
-samra | |
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Posted: 6/4/2008 12:34:20 PM | IF EVER
DEAR ASH I AM,
I (D’POET),
SAIL THROUGH THE ATLANTIC IN QUEST OF YOU
WITH WRITTEN SONNET.
AS MY POEMS ARE ONLY A REFLECTION OF MY HEART
AND SO WHEN YOU ARE MINE, I SHALL CROSS THE ROMANTIC PART.
MY POEMS AND WORDS TO YOU COULD BE A WASTE OF TIME,
BUT MY FEELING SHALL NEVER BE THE BODERLINE.
DEAR ANGEL,
HERE I’M, IN THE DEAD OF THE WEE HOURS
THINKING IF YOU’LL EVER BE MINE LIKE FLOATING FLOWERS.
BUT IF NOT, THEN I SHALL STILL REMAIN A TRUE AND NOBLE PAMPHLETEER
DEAR ANGEL,
MY FANTACIES COMES WITH A SMILE, WISHING WE BOTH HELD HANDS IN THE NEXT LINE.
MAYBE THIS IS JUST A DREAM,
BUT MY WORDS ARE REAL, THIS IS NO LOVE FILM.
JUST LAST NIGHT I DREAMT OF US ON A MOVING BOAT TO CHINA,
AND YOU KISSED ME WITH AN ENDLESS DESIRE.
I SMILED BACK AT YOU WITHOUT A KISS.
FOR I KNEW IT WAS JUST A DREAM.
YOU ARE THE BOOK IN MY LIBRARY, WHEREON I SEARCH FOR.
AND IF EVER BY HAPPENSTANCE WE FIND EACHOTHER TOGETHER AS ONE, IT’S BEAUTIFUL.
IF NOT, IT CAN’T BE HELPED. (AS YOU ARE THE MISTRESS OF YOUR MIND).
I DREAM TO WAKE UP BY YOUE SIDE.‘HOW I WISH’.
D’POET | |
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Posted: 6/4/2008 12:46:23 PM | A DENOUNCED LETTER TO HIV AIDS
It first came as a first aid box
Relieving pains out of the creatures of the earth.
But now, it has become the opposite,
Dropping the first and last words to stand-alone.
Becoming a more brutal and faster way of slaying my people
I wake up to fight this indomitable malady, but become unseen.
Spreading silently and slowly with a soundless pass.
Before you are aware of its silent steps,
It is deep inside you.
The virus, killing innocent souls that should last longer.
I write to fight this indomitable virus,
Yet stinging before the greatest storm
Great scientist fight for the slightest cure,
As the rainy days long for a dry season.
Schooling my internal hunch for a reason.
Giving me the strength to war against the virus.
But in the heart of my people, I see nothing but fear.
Yet it is foolish to fear that one thing, in this great world.
It is not a question of wisdom and foolishness, it is just fear.
Until the end of days, my battling weapon shall continue to war against HIV aids.
D POET | |
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Posted: 6/4/2008 3:48:11 PM | the towel slips open
and slides off your hips
I reach out but not in time
my hands around your waist
your skin feels soft,
and the heat starts to rise
on my breath on your lips
you look in my eyes
together we stand in the fire
in a moment of
"innocence
where the flames of curiosity
reduce it to a consumme de purity"
purity of thought, and of mind
fire burns inside and outside our circle | |
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Posted: 6/4/2008 9:52:11 PM | D Poet
It is not a question of wisdom and foolishness, it is just fear
this line struck a nerve....well said my friend....the whole write conveys the picture well...my heart goes out to you on your "side of the world"... | |
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Posted: 6/5/2008 6:46:45 AM | (Thank you very much Ash...I just write poetry for the satisfaction it gives me,
and to record my inner-most feelings. Greetings to you all)
A LOST CHILDHOOD
Ashes of a childhood
Still flows within my heart everyday.
In the solitude of the night embrace
Closely I whisper with pain.
Whispering to myself, once and again
Believing the strength of today,
Is a sign for a better tomorrow
My thoughts comes from the golden wings, that mend a broken heart
I wake up wanting to know I’m on the right part,
But the cry of a child is forever.
Until the heavens is here,
So will my heart have no fear.
For the end of days is near
My dreadful pouring tears is interminable like the red river,
Always wet without a sign of coming to a freeze.
I see my future, but feel my past
I hold the tears, but it comes at last.
I try to smile, but it comes so fast,
Hoping to defy the agony of a lost childhood.
Only with the heart of a saint,
Shall I over come my past.
D POET. | |
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Posted: 6/5/2008 7:31:54 AM |
Closely I whisper with pain
huddled in our corner once again
I hear fear
mesmerized by the eyes of shaky hands
until
the switch flips
pain pinned
grasping for air
choking on childhood
flailing
then limp
smothered....I could take no more
so I killed him
then drove to the shore | |
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Posted: 6/5/2008 7:53:55 AM |
the cry of a child is forever
echoing
off of surrounding faces
and places
growing louder, bouncing, crashing
the reverberating chaos
ears deafened to the sound
hearing left at home
the child will hear nothing
until he hears the voice he needs to:
his own | |
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Posted: 6/5/2008 8:04:28 AM |
the child will hear nothing
mom tries her best to shield her
the child should know nothing
of the burdens moms choices
have yielded her
the child will hear nothing
but laughter and happiness
the child will hear nothing
not knowing her moms life is a mess
the child will hear nothing
as mom sucks it up
and doesn't not let on
the child will know nothing
that in the morning mom
may be gone
the child will hear nothing
so all memories will be happy
the child will hear nothing
and will learn later from her pappy
the child will hear nothing
but loving things from her mom
the child will hear nothing
as mom wants the best for her
after she's gone
the child will hear nothing
-samra | |
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Posted: 6/5/2008 8:10:32 AM | Angel
I am your angel
Here to guide you in what you do
To steer you away
From hurt and harm each and everyday
I am there only in spirit
Listen close, my breath you can feel it
I am your angel
Here to guide you in what you do
When you feel meek
The warm soft wind kisses your cheek
Its me from the rainbow
Always with you wherever you go
I am your angel
Here to guide you in what you do
Take what I taught you
Be happy and don’t be blue
I have faith in your choices
Just listen closely to your inner voices
Be wise and learn from my lessons
I will be always watching above from heaven
Know I’m in your heart always
Live, laugh, and love deeply everyday
I am your angel
Here to guide you in what you do
I am your angel
For eternity from above Know I love you
-samra | |
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Posted: 6/5/2008 12:02:21 PM | HEART OF A SAINT
Impaired words from the heart of a saint,
Unbreakable like the shadows of a paint
Pleasures that evaporate to the sky
Programmed words that are bound to die.
Promises that make them cry
But the heart of a saint shall never lie
Their broken promises, becomes his flawless words.
Burning out the wasted scents of the false prophets
Like the angel on the seventh step
Giving revelations to the weak
Revealing their internal errors, as they squeak out of their formidable terrors.
Closely he whispers to you,
With determination
Like the sweet birds from the honey tree.
Buried saints, deep beneath the earth,
Unseen like every Ghustle death.
But to be awaken by the silence of the world.
From this silence I see failure,
From this failure I see weakness,
From this weakness I see knowledge,
From this knowledge, I see great saints.
Only from these saints shall we find our saints.
D POET | |
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Posted: 6/5/2008 3:09:55 PM | they say failure and defeat make you stronger
well if that is the case then I am the strongest bugger
of all the whacked out buggy-crazed b1tches
i am the queen of all those with glitches
but that's ok, i'm not totally lost here
because no matter how much i fall
I manage to re-engineer
re-fashion, re-plot another course for my life
and right now this place isn't really what's right
writing silly rhymes, searching for fine phrases
are just a diversion, another of my mazes
i too often get lost in and there i will wallow
and never take action to stop drowning in shallow
self doubt and fear and memories so painful
i've got to find employment much more gainful
utilizing my talents and growing some wings
and escaping the painful apron strings
i've tied myself to, but the buck stops here
and i am going to conquer this crippling fear. | |
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Posted: 6/5/2008 11:28:58 PM |
re-fashion, re-plot another course for my life
and right now this place isn't really what's right
writing silly rhymes, searching for fine phrases
are just a diversion, another of my mazes
i too often get lost in and there i will wallow
and never take action to stop drowning in shallow
self doubt and fear and memories so painful
i've got to find employment much more gainful
I just love you woman!! | |
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Posted: 6/6/2008 3:33:36 AM | REVOLUTION POEM
Arise my people
For the day of attainment has come.
Behold a new dawn, avec a new world
My black mother woke up with a beautiful s on her face.
For her guffaws have restored back,
My lost hope and strength unto my veins.
As my sleepless night, has become a restful snooze.
My African cry has been taken by the unseen breeze of AER.
Tomorrow’s dream is no more,
But my revolution poem is come.
I suddenly find myself on the greatest mountain,
Viewing the world from a clear view.
Arise my people,
For the great victory is here.
My heart knows no fear,
For the end of days is near.
I was once drenched away by the unending pieces of my despaired fantasies.
But my black mother’s laurels have brought me eternal day repose.
Arise my people,
For the day of attainment is come.
Do not be troubled about your weary past
As the longing dawn has come at last.
D POET | |
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Posted: 6/6/2008 3:43:21 AM | how sad to think
our mother did lie
in despair and aching want
our Africa our mother always
her rythyms beating in our veins
her songs unending
always in praise, hope , belief
this continent where all things sheen
shimmer and surface to air
breathing, exhaling beauty | |
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