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Posted: 8/27/2006 5:05:42 AM | To start it off:
A poem is like a train
with a drunken engineer
at the head of it, whose wife
just left him for another
WOMAN! His kids never call.
One of them’s a stock-broker,
the other’s an addict and a
thief - and he doesn’t know which
is worse!
And in the caboose
is the rowdiest gang of roisterers
you ever knew, all feeling
each other up and singing:
“Eff the rules! The President
is a stubborn fool!” | |
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Posted: 8/27/2006 5:11:41 AM | A poem is a door to the mind, a form of expession which involves,heart,mind and the pulse of lifes experiences | |
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Posted: 8/27/2006 6:42:35 AM | A poem is a buffet
In a little-known place
Where the lights are never fluorescent
Some say that largish buffet
Has food from places you never heard of
Never find on Google Earth
Fresh nouns from Bus Island
Unspeakably apt and ready to consume
Garnish them with some adjectives
Those plump adjectives there
Are straight from Aeaea
With Circe’s permission, of course
Ah, the big tray of verbs
For the active mind and heart
They come from all over – From Cimmeria to Oz
Tungsten bulbs punctuate the mild dark
Tables are islands of loved work
Those oaken tabula rasa
The shadows cast across that food
Never show you the true meaning of the meal
Until it’s all put together
Grab a plate
Imagination is on special
The coffee is from Nutopia
Dig in | |
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om
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Joined: 5/28/2006
Msg: 5 | |
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Posted: 8/28/2006 4:25:51 PM | ^^Digging in..small bites at a time...
A poem is humbling
To say my least
The creative stumbling
Upon lifes feast | |
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Posted: 8/28/2006 7:05:48 PM | Thre are some talented folks in here ;-)
A poem
Is a quiet place to rest,
A gentle place to fall
Welcoming you to slumber
You lay your thoughts down
Surrounded by pillows of words
Curling up in
Blankets of nouns,
Soft verbs
Each utterance comforts
It is the space you trust
You can weave tales
Sculpt memories
These quiet syllables,
Reflections of your life
With care
You let moments unfold
Knowing,
The hands of time
Are always on your side
It is here,
You sit in stillness | |
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| Hey, OM
Posted: 8/29/2006 8:29:54 AM | | I love your contribution. Thanks | |
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| Breathing:
Posted: 8/29/2006 8:32:02 AM | | Yes, sitting in stillness doesn't come easily to some of us. And without doing that from time to time we're lost in a clamour in which we can easily stop hearing ourselves. Thanks. | |
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Posted: 8/29/2006 1:15:10 PM | | A poem is that which it is and nothing more or less. It’s an expression of the was and never was, the now and the never will be, it brings soul to the soulless, humanity to the inhuman, it is the voice of the voiceless, the angst and expectation, between the love that binds us and the love that set us free. | |
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Posted: 8/29/2006 4:45:20 PM | a poem
words that reach to our soul
exposing it
laying it bare for all to see
open for comment
alive with insight
lingering in the mind
dancing across the tongue
tasting like forever
living long past a time we will recall
a poem is exposure
a time honored tradition
true to no form
floating freely
appeasing many
inciting the masses
words to live and die by | |
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Posted: 8/29/2006 5:15:31 PM | A poem is always in the process of becoming.
It is never there, or
as soon as you think it is there,
you have lost it.
A poem is that which we think we have found
but which was never lost.
A poem is like what pain would be
if pain were a stand-up comedian.
A poem is neither false, nor true.
You do not read a poem:
it reads you. | |
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CassyD
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Joined: 8/19/2006
Msg: 14 | |
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Posted: 8/29/2006 5:22:22 PM | A poem is 
Thoughts from the innermost of our mind
Which can be put into rhyme
It can be words of love spoken from the heart
To show the one you love, that you will never part
Or the words of sadness from a death
Wishing you had told them how you felt
Before they took that last breath
It can be a childhood rhyme
To read to a child before their naptime
Also words to put a smile on a face
Especially when you feel the world is on your case
It can be visions of heaven and earth
Or of a child's glorious birth
Poems can be happy or blue
But always wonderful to receive from the one that loves you  | |
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| Breathing:
Posted: 8/29/2006 8:42:34 PM | Thank you... I like the writes that are surfacing...keep the words flowing
...stillness can cause discomfort ...
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The poem's movement
Syllables floating downstream
Fall leaves in the wind
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| Breathing:
Posted: 8/30/2006 1:32:06 AM | A poem is an open window for all to see
Then the viewer can help you be
You attain the ability
To speak music from the soul
Its a learning curve as well
It can also ring a bell
Or transport us to someone's hell
Its magic and its truth
Diva  | |
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| What's in a Poem?
Posted: 8/30/2006 2:25:11 AM | A poem that on feathered wings takes flight
To bring us thought....or is it just delight?
Lifts us to realms of nether lands
Or rests our feet on warmed and gentle sands
It's that which lends our minds to soar
Or roam thru senses, capturing more
Than words alone can tell
Securing memories now held well
Brushing wings with raw emotions
Smelling thoughts and tasting oceans
Painting what we oft wont say
The use of verse helps in this way
The things inside us, outside too
It hones the senses, makes us chew
On life...and all its edges
As Merlin lifts his arms to tell
The breath of life's in his own spell | |
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Posted: 8/30/2006 3:41:54 AM | | A poem is the wanderings of ones mind. The words that flow together to see how wild your mind can become. | |
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Posted: 8/30/2006 3:55:25 AM | A Poem Is.....
A moment in time
Captured in writting
No matter the subject
A Poem is Passion... | |
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Posted: 9/3/2006 2:01:13 PM | A poem is…
Expressions of life
The taste of lost memories
Cycle of seasons | |
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Posted: 9/3/2006 3:26:20 PM | A poem is
a pool of thougths, past experiences,
ideas, and fantasies all mixed up and
compiled together for one to interpret their own reality.
A poem is like DNA, never the same. | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 23 | |
| What's in a Poem?
Posted: 9/3/2006 3:56:21 PM | "A poem that on feathered wings takes flight
To bring us thought....or is it just delight?"
That is awesome!!! | |
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om
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Joined: 5/28/2006
Msg: 24 | |
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Posted: 9/3/2006 4:01:06 PM | hey aloysha, cheers aye!
A poem is a blast!
What ever thoughts are passed
Be it said by young
Or fired by old farts gun
A poem's meant to air from all who've gased | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 25 | |
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