| Spring Contest for fun only....
Posted: 4/9/2006 6:12:44 AM | Hello, I know it has been awhile since we have had one, I thought we should bring in spring with a fresh new start...
The contest will run from sunday(today) till teusday night then a thread will be made for judging, good luck to all but we know that there are really no winners, we all win when we share our words...
The topics are the following and you can post two poems....
Grandpa's chair
The passing days
Hidden wings
Journey to the end
Rising moon setting sun
Have fun all
Miz
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| contest entry (1) topic- journey to the end
Posted: 4/9/2006 12:36:20 PM | "Delivered from Doom"
tortured, crusified, seemingly fallen, ultimately risen
this is how our father lived out his prison
i too find myself condemed, and often preasured
wanted only for profit and things that are pleasured
being bought & sold without choice, or direction
lacking the luster and kindness that nurtures perfection
the appetite for indulgence grows rampant and strong
draining our essence completly while changing our song
as satisfaction triumphs and believers get colder
we stand togeather, no fear, our faith deems us bolder
the night becomes cruel, violent and grim
from resurection we learn, all is possible through him,
were now denied moments for fellowship & laughter
our prayers and dreams are now what satan's after
the few that remain await deliverance and joy,
grace, peace and true love are our only employ
looking to our father staring down from above
our hearts feel the warmth of his undieing love
our faith is our sword and our shield everlasting
the end rushes near, continuously blasting
all through the darkness the evil is near
we are cetain we shant, acknowlege the fear
.... behold said a man, looking out in the distance
i hear soldiers marching, we pray its assistance
we hear trumpets, as golden beams pierce the dark veil of doom
there were Angels with drums, beating loudly,kaboom
fallowed by horns, chimes, and harps playing in tune
the darkness dispursed and the skies clear to blue
then came the winds, flowing upward and sreight
lifting souls by the millions towards the Heavenly gate
as the Holy Ones flew like birds in the sky,
tears fell for the souls, not chosen for flight
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| Entry 1, Topic - Journey to the end
Posted: 4/9/2006 2:13:57 PM | Peace Eternal…
(In memory of my father, 9/16/24 - 5/28/01)
“Bury me by the creek bank.”
The old man did softly say.
“With my rod and reel and tackle box
To help while the time away.
Your mother lies upon the knoll
Where she can see the town she loves.
But I want down by the creek bank,
Where I can hear the turtle doves.”
The old man’s eyes were misty
As we sat in the sun by the creek.
“Your mother and I will be together
In the eternal peace we seek.
“We’ve loved each other for fifty years,
And she’s always just a thought away…
So please… Bury me by the creek bank
Where the animals come to play.
“Where I can hear the big fish splashin’
Down where the insects swarm.
Where the little boys come fishin’,
In the summer, when it’s warm…”
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We buried him there, by the cottonwoods,
Where the creek skirts the edge of the farm.
Not far from the knoll where mother lies
And up safe from spring floods’ harm…
And I’m sure he’s found eternal peace
And I’m sure that Mom is glad.
For as she looks out over the town she loved…
She also watches over Dad! | |
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| Spring Contest for fun only....hidden wings
Posted: 4/9/2006 2:14:35 PM | wingless
Im ashamed to show what i tuck away
so i walk and drudge through puddled rains,
beside you for now i contain my stride.
but to the skies i glance, and remain, both feet on the ground.
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| Spring Contest for fun only....
Posted: 4/9/2006 2:45:19 PM | Grandpa's chair
Was empty
All of our lives
Stories untold
And Grandma's hands
Were never felt
All of our lives
Old
Untold | |
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| Spring Contest for fun only....
Posted: 4/9/2006 3:38:14 PM | The passing days
The days come and go like the wind that blows across your face,
Time never stands still it's like the empty space.
What has happened the day before wont affect tomorow,
The smile you have one day wont ever end up next day with sorrow.
We sit back and reflect the days as they come and go,
what will it brings us only the god above will truly know.
Its easy to sit here and ponder the thought,
what we do right now will be something that one will be taught.
You just have to reach for the stars
That are hidden deep within your soul,
Dream deep inside as for the days come and go,
The truth lies within you and your past wont show.
Strive on and give each day your best,
This is life and each day is a test,
The days come and go and nothing is what it seems,
Just live each day like your last and you will have every dream....
brandon | |
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| Spring Contest for fun only....
Posted: 4/9/2006 10:47:53 PM | Hidden Wings~
You've inspired me to new heights,
A heart that beats so true,
Show me your love,my angel,
And I'll give it back to you.
You've given me such passion,
A fire that brightly burns,
Open your eyes,my angel,
To all your heart might learn.
You've made me want to tell you,
That now I know for sure,
Show me your wings,my angel,
Don't hide them anymore. | |
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| Spring Contest for fun only....
Posted: 4/10/2006 5:41:36 AM | well done everyone, but remember to keep with the topics at the start, if one of yours is about a topic but doesn't let us know it won't be judged, please let us know what topic or try to stay as close as possible...
But so far well done to all, let's get more in share your creativity...
My addition, is so far this...
Grandpa's Chair
The old porch was weathered
a reminder of days gone by
it was a shelter from the rain
a place to gaze at the sky
In the corner the old chair sat
grandpa's chair we called it
no one would dare take his spot
it was the only place grandpa would sit
Weathered wood from the sun
peeling white paint
in it we would always see
the strength of our family a saint
Sit and rock for hours on end
in thought with peace on his face
as he remembered the past
and enjoyed his favorite place
Sometimes his feet were covered
with children eager for a tale
grandpa would spin some wild ones
like how he rode a whale
Memories echo the porch
as we see the empty chair
if you look hard enough
you could see grandpa sitting there
The old porch sat empty
except for grandpa's chair
memories of the past
kept grandpa sitting there.....
Miz | |
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| journey to the end
Posted: 4/10/2006 6:06:10 AM | I remember the last time I saw you
The way the light danced across your face
The gentle smile that curved your lips
The feel of your hands firm upon my hips
As you drew me close for that final kiss
I remember watching the lines of your back
As you walked away, the tautened shoulders
Bracing for the weight, the heavy burden
That was sweeping down, and feeling certain
Of the final act, the closing curtain
I remember you turned one last time
The final glimpse, the look in your eyes
Shadowed and darkened, no more fire or light
Left to look without seeing, to see without sight
And the feel of my heart, constricted and tight
I remember so clear that final farewell
The conflicting emotions, the fight in my head
A feeling so cold, burned so deep in my mind
As you walked away and left me behind
With only memories, of the heights we had climbed | |
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| journey to the end
Posted: 4/10/2006 6:29:39 AM | "That farewell kiss
which resembles greeting,
that last glance of love
which becomes
the sharpest pang of sorrow" | |
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| Spring Contest for fun only.... { Grandpa's Chair ]
Posted: 4/10/2006 6:42:19 AM | Its been some time since you've been here
the path you walk isn't always
like the trails you find in your mind
clearly memories are what reality is constructed from
lost ideas inspire hope
though you may just get roped into volunteering
the casket is light for six grown men
you were at times a friend
looking around the room
something feels familiar yet
like a cold front out of the north west
its best to wait and see
will the others react differently
when you sit in the chair
brushing back a wayword hair
staring vacantly toward the window
what to say?
this isn't just another day
she softly touches your shoulder
while whispering in your ear
"It was best, my Dear, it was best"
with a tear in her eye
I couldn't respond
it had been so long since she was near
My senses were almost overcome
olifactory submission to deja vu
I know you don't want it to be that way
but what can I say
it is what is in this cold hard fact
he will never come back
so I sit in his chair
caring more than I thought I could
the hard wood letting me rock
without music
without song
maybe I should just say
so long Grandpa
it just isn't fair
without you in this chair.
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| journey to the end
Posted: 4/10/2006 6:54:02 AM | ~The Passing Days~
Sitting alone in exile,
Counting the passing days,
Memories that beckon me,
Swirling in the haze.
Wanting you still near me,
Realizing it could not last,
Knowing I should look forward,
But dwelling on the past.
Hoping I can forget you,
Then hope turns to despair,
Feeling the pangs of emptiness,
And wishing I was still there.
Finding the strength within me,
Knowing it's just a phase,
Yet,crying myself to sleep at night,
While counting the passing days... | |
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| Rising moon setting sun
Posted: 4/10/2006 7:01:26 AM | Rising moon setting sun
Turning into dusk
Parallel in height
Rising moon, setting sun
Twins of day and night
Steady in balance
They share the weight
Of light and dark
In constant check mate
Each moves about the other
In a revolving dance
What we do in their time
Is left to what we chance
We are the pawns
Of their game
Be it in beams
Or within the flame
Our motions are planned
By their illumination
We live via their command
Inside their revelation…….
Sam | |
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| Spring Contest for fun only....{ Hidden Wings ]
Posted: 4/10/2006 7:36:04 AM | this thing was so obvious to most that came here
although you live with it ... it wasn't that clear
The time it takes to break the habit
can dwell and swell like a festering wound
ballooning beyond recognition
igniting alternate thought where submission should be
she takes it to the street
raises one eyebrow while lowering her chin
with a left tilt that look wilts the strongest of men
"would you like a date? my friend"
it just may end your sorrows
like as if there are no tomorrows
even if you have to borrow the funds
well, you could use a little fun
before you run
just this one time
unless its a sting
I never trust these things
when I see an Angel with hidden wings
it brings me to my senses
dispenses wanton lust
"can I help you with your problem?"
"did you miss your school bus?"
its all that I could say that day
I saw her lovely face
when she spoke again
it put me in my place
comprehension of the situation
intervention of time suspension
intention of alternate dimension
"let me release your tension"
left me trying to bring
conscious understanding
to an Angel with hidden wings
"can't you see these things are wrong
you should be singing little girl songs
not trying to drag me along
this trail of desolation."
That monkey on her back
hides the cracks in the shell
you can't tell me you don't see
desire to be eternity
to fly away
to rise above
to harmonize while you sing
like the Angel that you are
Those things can open your wings
remember your golden stars
bring them out of hiding
let's start riding the caroselle again
you will have to endure some bends
to break these downer trends
but that's what friends are for
they leave the door open
a welcome not spoken
a token of love
some things are given
though your wings are hidden
we see the Angel in you | |
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| Spring Contest for fun only....{ Hidden Wings ]
Posted: 4/10/2006 9:18:07 AM | Hidden Wings
Some pass through life
Never knowing they can fly
On hidden wings
Before they die
Others soar elevated
Beneath the sun
On new found wings
In life that’s begun
For all of you
That think they can’t
Believe in your spirit
Let life enchant
Believe in yourself
And you can rise
Above all else
And ascend the skies
We are what we choose
And what we will
Life can be empty
Or you can get your fill
It’s up to you
To find your wings
To live out life
As queens and kings…..
Sam | |
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| Spring Contest for fun only....{ The Passing Days ]
Posted: 4/10/2006 10:10:46 AM | Monday seems to come so quick,
I never know what to make of it.
Tuesday always seems so sad,
yet doesn't seem to be that bad.
Wednesday everyone pronounces wrong,
maybe because it feels too long.
Thursday is that blue collar o.k.,
because its when we get our pay.
Friday speaks for itself he cried,
wait until night then go and get fried.
Now Saturday we work for us at home,
then try for time with the spouse alone.
Sunday , ah , its that day of rest,
with sports on t.v. as a family test.
They come to haunt us every week,
pretty much the same for all the meak.
Western workers enslaved in a haze,
enduring the passing of the days.
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| Spring Contest for fun only....My Grampas chair
Posted: 4/10/2006 11:36:27 AM | Collecting timeless treasures in a cardboard box
Basking in the memories of my childhood unlocked
Remembering days spent climbing the apple blossom tree
As a child I thought it would bring me closer to heaven
Ive always loved that expression
And the thought of kissing some distant dimension
But I cant quite grasp the last branch
My hand slips as I catch a glimpse
Of my Grandfathers chair through the billowing curtains
Of this I am certain..I miss him sitting there
Brushing my grandmothers flowing ebony coloured hair
The sun filters in through the window
Illuminating a time when life was more simple
When summer never seemed to end
And my grandfather was my best friend
I remember how the children would gather at his feet
And the way the floor boards would creek
Life flowed like golden honey as he softly kissed my cheek
He would rock with remembrance.. reminiscing in his chair
He always had a story that mesmerised to share
As I climb a little higher I can almost see him sitting there
In that moment I realize heaven isnt some place
I need yet to aspire..Its secrets are safely cradled
Within the arms of the people we inspire | |
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| Spring Contest for fun only....Hidden wings
Posted: 4/10/2006 12:07:36 PM | Like a butterly in springtime
Im basking in the sun
Meeting the sunrise in its secret place
Where the world wears her more innocent face
My heart is bathed wihin the sugared sweetness
As I taste the rising of the day
Any thoughts of solemness
Are cascading somewhere far away
Amidst my vivid memory
Of a thousand newborn springs
My thoughts they rest upon you
And your hidden angels wings
There was magic in the way
Your golden soul would sing
Like a kiss on the lips in promise
Of more eternal things
I miss you every time
The stars forget to shine
Playing hide and seek amongst
These ashen greying clouded skies
If I could only return to the time
When my heart intermingled with yours sublime
I miss you when the sun sets
Resting in the worlds charms
Im Like a wandering vagabond child
Longing for her mothers arms
And those languid summer days
Now lost inside this dreamscape haze | |
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| Spring Contest for fun only....
Posted: 4/10/2006 12:10:13 PM | Grandpa's Chair
I was not alive when he passed away,
Still it hurts me, oh so much, to this very day,
I never had, never knew, a grandpa who was mine,
One to hold me, one to love me, make me feel divine,
Someone I could turn to when mom and dad wont do,
Someone to embrace me, when I'm feeling blue,
Late one day in a drunken rage, a shot rang through the night,
My grandpa fell at the hands of his son, now I sit and write,
Dream of the things a grandpa does, that we'll never do,
I wonder if you know that gram's was strong enough for two?
She carried us all and filled the void, for that of course I'm glad,
But still I have to wonder just what we could have had,
It is when I see my daughter and father, that I miss you most,
I yearn for you and ache for you but find nothing but a ghost,
I wish I could have known you, some things just are not fair,
But I feel like you are with me when I sit in grandpa's chair. | |
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| Rising Moon, Setting Sun
Posted: 4/10/2006 12:12:52 PM | RISING MOON, SETTING SUN
When Orson Welles arises from his chair
It's time for everyone to be aware
That his imposing and collossal derriere
Outdoes the full moon waxing in the sky bare.
I outdo Zeus: for my amusement I entertain
To rearrange the stars and reroute trains,
Shake my dandruff onto mountain tops, and abstain
From setting a placemat on the sun in vain. | |
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| Rising Moon, Setting Sun
Posted: 4/10/2006 2:51:51 PM | 
Well done everyone, glad to see more writes in from new and old faces to the contest...
You still have one more day to write so keep them coming the thread will close tomorrow (tuesday night) then I shall open up the voting thread...
Thanks for sharing the wonderful writes
Miz | |
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| Journey to the end
Posted: 4/10/2006 5:02:04 PM | I shall journey to the end
Jump over barriers
Walk through pain
Laugh at silly moves
Others will try to stop me
I intend to keep journeying
Laughter arises
Tears will pour
Smiles will appear once more
Taking it one step at a time
At the end stands my rainbow
I will continue journeying | |
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| Hidden Wings
Posted: 4/10/2006 5:16:43 PM | My wings began to soar
High above the clouds I flew
I sat on a cloud looking down
Smiling from ear to ear
Far below my hidden wings
Sat a world filled with love
Soaring higher and higher
Above the clouds
Alas pearly white gates
Suddenly my wings flourished
I looked down realizing now
I was home once again
My wings filled with love
My life was worth living
And my Father awaits me
While my family stood behind
He welcomed me with open arms
And thanked me for being me
Great memories you left for loved ones
My hidden wings became larger
Now I am a beautiful Angel
And a silky white gown covered me | |
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| Grandpa's Chair
Posted: 4/10/2006 5:29:32 PM | Grandpa's chair is all
they have now -- reminding them
of a life lived well. | |
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| Grandpa's Chair
Posted: 4/10/2006 6:19:02 PM | Journey To The End
Life has had its ups and downs, this I can declare,
It is good and it is bad, of course not always fair,
Love will come and love will go and friends may wander too,
Only a few in life will see you all the way through,
It will rain and you will cry, this of course shall pass,
The sun will shine, the clouds will sparkle as you're laying in the grass,
It can snow and become cold, you may find the lonely road,
But spring shall come and thaw the ground, give love a new abode,
For all in existance is ever changing and we must to transcend,
Life is a beautiful journey until the very end. | |
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