| fan writes
Posted: 6/21/2009 8:36:50 AM | I've been meaning to start this thread for some time because I realized many of my writes were for and about other posters. There are literally hundreds of threads, but as far as I know, none exclusively featuring writing about other members.
I would like this to be something positive, where you can go if you're having a bad day and see that somewhere, someone likes you and holds you in high regard. So keep it positive, please. Some of us have poison pen poems, but I want this to be a place of refuge.
So if you have something you've written for another poster, I'd be very grateful if you'd drop it by.
I'll start off with the enormously popular Om, and there's a reason for that, he's a great guy!
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Om
your noble spirit
shines like the sun
beautiful one
creativity generates
to workman's hands
mind into matter
actions speak
sometimes in their lack
mellow chatter
the love you seek
unique
your desolation
scatter
LS | |
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| fan writes
Posted: 6/21/2009 9:03:11 AM | for the mission
you/I m one of the best
you/I r da man
you/I ride the crest
you/I am a big fan  | |
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| fan writes
Posted: 6/21/2009 9:08:46 AM | I'm pretty much just used to writin about my own member, darlin. 
hahaha
OM is a great guy. You can tell just from reading him.
I figure that he's prolly been there and done that.
Maybe twice. That's my take. 
Am I s'posed to make this rhyme, darlin? hahahaha 
I'll put an indian princess write together when I'm not pressed for quiet.
My day's about to turn the sound up. lol
Hard enough for me to stay focused in the quiet. Know what I mean? lmao
Then I'll tell you a lil about Pandy. I'm sure she's not scared. hahahaha | |
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| fan writes
Posted: 6/21/2009 9:56:20 AM | hey guys thank you!
This one is for Woobs...
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J
love has found you again
lucent friend
and so it should be
you who loved
so fearlessly
and stared death's tiger
in the eye
and stood on the shore
of the river of grief
I delight in your delight
that someone,
after death's long night
gazed at your radiant inner light
that shines so lovely through your bones
and calls your friends and lovers home
and wisely sought the candle
for his own
LS 1/21/07 | |
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| fan writes
Posted: 6/21/2009 10:11:48 AM | Drea
You and I love to take things to the limits
The universe too restrictive
For our reasoning process
We reason like nomads methodically
With our hearts
Open and delving
Gently touching the unexplained
Caressing ideas to life
I can feel your power inside my head sometimes
The nurturing power of the wind
Set free in a field of dreams
Entering the forbidden
Our minds dancing on stars
Peeking over Jupiter
To land on Mars
Sisters on another plain
Picking buttercups and daisies. | |
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| fan writes
Posted: 6/21/2009 10:13:15 AM | It's still quiet here.. here's one I dug up that I wrote for P.. kinda corny. lol
just having another early happy hour
I do way too much self-psychoanylizing
that kinda crap will drive you crazy
somebody get me a bloody mary
I'm startin to feel sorry for me
See, I haven't wanted to be here for quite some time now
there is nothing appealing to me anymore about central florida
I'd rather be in south carolina
kidnapping the Indian Princess on my way to the islands
have ourselves a midlife adventure
spend each day searching for buried pleasures
but, for now, I'm too locked in
and that's not a good feelin
I prefer to think out of the box
goes with being clostrophobic
a clostrophobic hermit
you try analyzing that
one day I'll just show up
say "c'mon Sis and get in the truck
what about your stuff?
where we're going you won't need it
just grab your camera bag
your passport and your press pass
I'll find us a fourty foot trawler
we'll scour the world if it's your desire
that's more than enough room for me and you
and the sail let's us conserve our diesel
show 'em your press pass and I'll show you cuba
we can go anywhere if you take pictures
spend a month in costa rica
and then head for africa
I can write for national geographic
describe to me what the people want
nevermind, they want what we've got
just have to remind them
as the Indian Princess laughs as she changes memory cards in her camera
and I do the same as I write more for her
she actually loves to be upon my word easle
I can't imagine what my heart would scream watching her raise the sail
other than "I'm shutting the engine off.. you take the helm"
"gonna write for awhile while I watch your smile harness the wind"
always keep your camera bag close
one day I'm just gonna show up
force you to come with me at your own will
head towards the islands
natives and pirates
the perfect cosmic connection
arf | |
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| fan writes
Posted: 6/21/2009 10:13:32 AM | My Friend (Always Dreaming)
There is no need for forgiveness
Little imp from down under
You make me laugh
With your unique ability
To see the world upside down
I see beauty through your eyes
And a mothering spirit
Gathering stars
With compassion and intelligence
You sell yourself short
But I know the truth
I have heard your voice
In jubilation and adversity
We have shared our souls
On rainy nights
And sunny days on the beach
Laughing as the dust hits our eyes
Not blinding us to the absurdity of life
Our lives may be different is some ways
But our love for children and family
Never waivers
We look for answers
To questions no one dares to ask out loud
You lead an amazing life
In the barren folds of a desert
Travel across the universe
To guide your children
And have always been there
Time and again
When I needed an ear
To get me through the darkness
Your days may be shorter now
As the sun has travelled
To my side of the planet
The yin yang
Awakens our dreams regardless
Friendship understood
Beyond boundaries. | |
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| fan writes
Posted: 6/22/2009 3:38:56 PM | Thank you everyone! 
Autumn Fantasy
Happy Birthday
daughter of the moon
sensitive and creative
you live for family
holding the sacred past
in reverence
optimistically dreaming
a better future
for all children
you cherish
the moon propels you
to the water's edge
to dance your dream
to dance your dream
LS 6/28/07
The moon, Age of Innocence | |
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| fan writes
Posted: 6/23/2009 7:03:48 PM | Unfortunately, Poetfriend isn't on this site any more, or is back using a different name unknown to me...
Poetfriend
Happy birthday
June charmer
I give you
a jar of lightning bugs
to free
flowers blooming
gaudily
two dippers pouring
in the nightime sky
cicadas singing
a lullaby
a kiss on your cheek
from my northern home
sent in the air
along with this poem....
LS 6/07/07 | |
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| fan writes
Posted: 6/23/2009 9:25:11 PM | It's not easy finding these poems in a thread that is now on it's 90 something page. Took me back some of the fun I had with so many who are no longer here but this one is...
Written for Blitz
Gratification for the soul
A hospice in palliative care
Is a huge responsibility
A godsend, messenger
In recognition of your own mortality
For once they are gone it is you
Standing in the room
Alone with your thoughts
As you memorize the face
Once animated with feeling
So still they lie cocooned in peace
The quiet presence of a ghost like angel
Watching over the mourners
A devotion of counting down the beads
Sweet woman with the patience of Job
It shines in your eyes
That moment of truth
Your heart bleeds over and over again
As you close the eyes of life.
from sacred acts of storytelling | |
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| fan writes
Posted: 6/23/2009 9:57:22 PM | Brizo...I love this thread but can't pick one over the other so....
If you see me smile in the rain
if I am absent in your company
or gazing into the blue yonder
as my mind wanders
I am thinking of you
gifts in words
given freely
how lucky are we
to have each other
Thank you all
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| fan writes
Posted: 6/23/2009 10:17:14 PM | Written for Om
Burning the midnight oil on the canvass of creation
The sculptor’s hand
Has worked his magic
On the farthest maple
Resting by the roadside
In a nondescript blackened haze
And in the north sky carved in a fiery brand
Nomads ride the skies
On gallant steeds anxious to be off
And galloping over the waves of precious fodder for the soul
Tarry not the world is spinning in madness
The mind of a poet faceless
Without hands to carve the images
Without light bleeding through his eyes
Some may think just a disguise
Twisted and turned into the cross
Rising upon the hills of our consciousness
Tails of a star born inside the trees
Rings wound around his little finger
He feels the sap running through his veins
A tell tale sign that two
So full of potential will synthesis
Into a work of art
A carpenter wears his art
By counting each ring
Of a new creation
Birthed inside a dream. | |
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| fan writes
Posted: 6/24/2009 5:25:59 PM | Thanks so much ladies...
Pickles, who is the poem meant for, or just a general one for the poets here?
Autumn, I loved that the first time I read it, thanks for bringing it here...
Mr.(Black) Mary, this one is for you
craving the kindness
of strangers
intent types slowly
on the road
to hell
my hands are
intimidated
blank screen
blank mind
perhaps the stranger
is me
but your poems
dazzled
and I lost
my way
and I am
not worthy
but had to say
thanks
anyway
"I just had to hear your wondrous stories....lalalala"
(line from Yes - Wondrous Stories album Going for the One)
LS | |
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| fan writes
Posted: 6/24/2009 5:29:26 PM | don't mean to speak for ya pickles.. but,
Brizo...I love this thread but can't pick one over the other so....
want me to digress, darlin? | |
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| fan writes
Posted: 6/24/2009 8:23:31 PM | ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Like the man said doll...
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| fan writes
Posted: 6/24/2009 10:50:20 PM | For Brizo
The pixie in the fallow wood
Nature breathing through your veins
The rains have come and gone
And you build playfulness
Into the mundane
With your little ones dangling
On Grandma’s laughter
You explore wisdom
Through books and flowers
And acres to cut
Thoughts tied to strings
Of a kite
Dancing through poetry
Long into the night
Smart as a whip
I’m sure you can tell
This little lady in the big boots
Or high heals
A paradox
The child within
Doesn’t forget. | |
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| fan writes
Posted: 6/24/2009 11:05:27 PM | With Blackie in Mind
Mary with a thousand twists and turns
We follow, our eyes closed
Absorbing the platitudes
Your mind scales
On any given climb
It’s not decadence you reap
The strumming fingers on the keyboard
Without metre or rhyme
A book fluttering in the wind
Pantomime dreams
Ripping the pulse of concentration
From our brains
As your laughter
Takes hold
And we try to untangle
The sights, the trees
Growing in profusion
With birds of every species
When you go to sleep
Do you still see blue? | |
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| fan writes
Posted: 6/25/2009 8:21:39 PM | Autumn, thanks! Hopefully my swelled head will go down before work tomorrow...
for the viking....
Erik 12/15/07
a tender hug
horned
friend
who gets the
risque crust
deserving
always
the soft middle
slathered with
respect
LS | |
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| fan writes
Posted: 6/26/2009 7:06:41 PM | goddess of dreams
dry your eyes
my dark haired friend
all broken hearts
eventually mend
and it won't hurt
to think of him
I was feeling blue
you'll someday say
then there was you
and a whole new day
and then you'll smile
at your newfound guy
and the past will feel
like a giant lie
Ls 08/02/07 | |
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| fan writes
Posted: 6/26/2009 7:37:02 PM | I want to recognize himynameissarah I think she has some amazingly expressive writes | |
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| fan writes
Posted: 6/26/2009 9:33:15 PM | I agree......why don't you write something for her? *hint, hint*  | |
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| fan writes
Posted: 6/26/2009 10:11:19 PM |  Hiya Brizo! So many choices. :) Fantastic idea!
Mandrake, CharlieBrown, Grizz, lberserkerl(my Bran kid), Floating on the River, BeerShark, Naive, Bran, Brawn, Truth, Misunderstood, Dodger, TNT, Lunar(which I miss), JORO, Thorb, IceAxe, AManofAdventure, TheJauntyJain, Sea, AlotofMarc.
To the
most awesome men people
on the planet
encompassing love, humor, wit,
(one & the not always the same),
tenderness, eloquence, peace, & love...
did I mention all the above?
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| fan writes
Posted: 6/26/2009 10:22:50 PM | No you forgot Jujubee!
There are too many poets out here to mention
On how they have touched a chord in me
A quiver or shiver that transcends down the spine
It could be only one word or a phrase
Of inspiration and nodding
Different style and softness
Drifting me back to Simon and Garfunkel
Or Gordon Lightfoot
The melody in the words
I am so proud of the young poets
The ones I have watched grow into their skins
I have felt their pain and sailed with their joy
A cloud bursting in sunlight
When they step into their own nitche
And their minds expand
With images I only dare to touch
A family of poets that have now passed through
The spinning globe of holidays
Love and love lost
And regained again
Someone wrote me and said I shouldn’t be here
Why I asked?
He said there were so many lonely people
And all I was doing was writing poetry
But he didn’t have a clue the meaning of
Like minded people coming together on their own plain
Friendships that I hope will last a lifetime
Here is to the pond and all the fish that swim together
On their own sailing ships
And as we pass in the night
We know we are not alone.
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| fan writes
Posted: 6/26/2009 11:28:02 PM | y'all do realize that the only reason that men write songs and poetry
is to get women to take their clothes off. Right?
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| fan writes
Posted: 6/26/2009 11:56:22 PM | Tell me NO! It can't be true.  | |
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