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 hthrfthrhd
Joined: 1/1/2010
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By the gift of that perfect guy...
with his love would I drift too high?
Would he be the bluest of skies,
and not disappoint me with lies?

Would his love give me sunny days,
or would I still be in a haze?
Would I embrace his loving ways,
or still wander in my mind’s maze?

The mind, a mighty enemy,
won’t let the past die peacefully.
I can’t seem to find the lock’s key,
in the Beatles’ words, let it be.

There’s still a light that shines on me,
hearing words of wisdom, I see,
that what I want may never be.
In His love, I will be set free.
 Rasko
Joined: 1/23/2010
Msg: 452
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Posted: 4/28/2010 6:57:56 PM
i will be set free
to have those moments, you see
thats playoff hockey
meanwhile i will be
wearing my B
heading to philly

(merci, les habitants)
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 453
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Posted: 4/28/2010 7:18:21 PM
heading back to philly
where i lived so long ago
dancing with the pbc
a child who didn't know
she'd leave the place
that brought her grace
and also grew a crying space
for there is where her life displaced
never to return to that home base
never to slow down the pace
but keep on moving on
carrying my suitcase
until the circle ends the race....
now seeing within each person
finding love in every face
 iceaxe
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 454
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Posted: 4/29/2010 11:17:01 AM
Where eyes shine like stars & glitter with grace
with rose petals scattered all over the place
the small little man with robes for attire
sits in front of a small and luminous fire

his frailty belies the strength in his voice
as he talks of the responsibility of choice
is your guide one to hide when when the devil responds
or do you brim with pride and join the chosen ones

his oratory's over and he opens discussion
about the choice we make and the repercussion
most choose to stay quiet lest they sound the fool
and that choice leaves no echo from the man on the stool

but I choose to speak and so raise my hand
all eyes come to rest on this lonely man
through glinting eyes full of tears I speak
how to help others when I myself am weak

seek not to be sanctimonious he responded most wise
as the small flame flickered and flashed from his eyes
restore in yourself the strength you require
before trying to light a blind man's fire

light only shines from a fire within
and if it grows dim you will be just like him
unable to see past your own self-sorrow
unable to dream of a brighter tomorrow

blow on it gently and add kindling wood
and at once his metaphor I understood
as I kissed his hands underlit by the flame
he asked me most kindly to reveal my name

and the fire singed the raw holes in my palms
and those gathered there began singing psalms
my name is no matter I said to the sage
just call me a bird let out of his cage

his smile revealed his age in his teeth
and a countenance that radiated love from beneath
then he smothered his flame with a handfull of stones
and slowly ascended on skin-covered bones

and I bowed to him grateful for our fateful assembly
and he bowed in kind and in a voice quite trembly
to yourself be good and to good be yourself
and your life with be enriched with great wealth
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
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Posted: 4/29/2010 2:10:41 PM
^^ beautifully written wisdom, ice...thank you for leaving your inspiration!

your life will be enriched with great wealth
the more you feel the essence of self
the more you grow the seeds of love
the more you sew the threads of our brotherhood

for wealth of this kind is not monetary
and fortunately we don't need to go live in a monestary
but learn to be calm in the raging storm
like a wave on the sea that changes its form

yet always remains the same at its core
like all other waves that ask for no more
than to simply be all they can be
as they travel endlessly from sea to shore
 hthrfthrhd
Joined: 1/1/2010
Msg: 456
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Posted: 4/29/2010 4:32:25 PM
As they travel endlessly from sea to shore,
why is that some fish always want much more?
To be caught in this forum is what we seek,
yet, when caught, some still log in, week after week.

How could you love me and, yet, seek another?
My guess, your true love, I did not uncover.
Upon our first meeting, the smile on your face,
made me feel as though I was adorned in lace.

At this point, I took your soul into my hand,
I sought to believe, that our love was God’s plan.
My wires were crossed, I slept with the devil,
Rosemary, he was never on the level.
 Rasko
Joined: 1/23/2010
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Posted: 4/29/2010 9:35:06 PM
Rosemary he was never
(quite) on the level
thyme was wasted
to the hand of the devil
Basil did tell us
to seek out the truth
while Chamomile tried to
have me keep my cooth
but Hops had an idea
as Jane tried to be kind
Juniper's past had to get buried
Wheat went out and lost his mind
 ...rosie...
Joined: 6/30/2007
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Posted: 4/29/2010 9:41:18 PM
ahhh...incredibly clever my man!!

wheat went and lost his mind
when the scythe did appear
corn from monsanto
is the worst ever fear

living life
of the culture
i am in doesn't feel
write but more like a sin
 Thorb
Joined: 7/15/2005
Msg: 459
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Posted: 4/30/2010 12:17:19 AM
doesn't feel
write but
more like a sin
sear thought
brought home
left to cook alone
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
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Posted: 4/30/2010 4:09:07 AM
left to cook alone
he started to look like skin and bone
missing his chef who used to be home
while she had gone to be free
to find her self spiritually
yet more than occasionally
she wished she was home
with her best friend
who was now alone
giving her space
yet missing her face
while everything felt
so out of place and
she also had no base
without her mate's smell and taste
so she detached from her spiritual 'race'
returning home with new found grace
 Chas456
Joined: 1/29/2009
Msg: 461
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Posted: 4/30/2010 11:50:37 AM
Once discovering this serenity life can work like a charm,
walk with me my love, take my arm
upon the sand our hearts beat as one,
embraced by warmth of the setting sun
a tender kiss to pass the breath,
love is forever, knows not death.
 knightwhosaysnih
Joined: 4/2/2009
Msg: 462
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Posted: 4/30/2010 3:08:41 PM
Love is forever, knows not death
Holding on to every breath
But the vessel will return to dust
We the mortal know it must
In the face of this we shall be brave
For love endures beyond the grave
Impervious to month or year
The departed mark us while they’re here
Undiminished by days on end
Father, mother, brother, friend
They have made us what we are
Always close, never far
 hthrfthrhd
Joined: 1/1/2010
Msg: 463
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Posted: 4/30/2010 3:29:22 PM
Always close, never far,
think of you when
I gaze upon a star.
In the crisp and clear
autumn night,
amid the darkness
I have light.

Your light guided
me when you were here,
though you’re gone,
I have no fear.
You’ll be in my heart
forever and ever,
my love for you,
ceasing never.
 Thorb
Joined: 7/15/2005
Msg: 464
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Posted: 4/30/2010 6:02:19 PM
ceasing never
changing weather
broken feather
tethered to a band
a last stand
constant demand
hand it to the substitute
nylon replaced jute
patience when you shoot
boot the negative thought
summer should be hot
sometimes it not
brought to our attention
questionable retention
I probably shouldn't mention
inventions that don't work
 Thorb
Joined: 7/15/2005
Msg: 465
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Posted: 5/1/2010 6:13:51 AM
the human creed
bleeding across airwaves
synchopated
harmonious
discordant
important to some ideal
making imaninary fears real
the odd squeel now and then
when appeal suspends
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 466
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Posted: 5/1/2010 8:52:02 AM
when appeal suspends
it often depends
on how much joy is flowing
how much love is showing
sometimes not knowing
why we feel as we do
why we fear as we do
yet many break through
or just stay and be
in our own company
learning to free our unity
feeling one with humanity
learning to see that divine glow
sometimes hidden by shadow
 Thorb
Joined: 7/15/2005
Msg: 467
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Posted: 5/1/2010 7:36:28 PM
sometimes hidden by shadow
we miss the cracks
tis best to always be careful
don't break a loved one's back

hidden in refracted light
dancers pulse and wave
let your heart guide insight
a klegal fills center stage

barn doors are left open
players watching lines
seconds seem like minutes
waiting for the sign
 iceaxe
Joined: 3/13/2008
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Posted: 5/2/2010 7:00:27 AM
waiting for the sign
I turned and looked away
could this be the time
could this be the day
could I face the music
could I stand to dance
would I have the blues if
I passed on this here chance
though signs are hard to read
when written in rarified runes
I turned back my gaze to see
if she perchance also swoons
but she turned with nary a smile
and proceeded to walk away
no services for many a mile
the sign read on this day
 xlr8ingmargo
Joined: 7/28/2009
Msg: 469
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Posted: 5/2/2010 8:41:55 AM
the sign read on this day said "No U turn"
I guess we really cant go back,
might as well keep moving forward
cause traffic wont cut me slack,
Im moving too fast anyway
so going with the flow is alright,
I cant always be the rebel
and play throughout the night
 WeAre1
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Posted: 5/2/2010 11:08:34 AM
play throughout the night
welcoming the daylight
time just disappeared
and with it all one feared
finding magic in the air
with star filled sky everywhere
and shining bright with no shadow
full moon delights with her glow
 hthrfthrhd
Joined: 1/1/2010
Msg: 471
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Posted: 5/2/2010 3:35:56 PM
Full moon delights with her glow,
asks, is my reflection so?
Is her shine so bright as one,
or is it something, I’ve done?

One can shine alone for sure,
often it becomes a lure.
Take me into your moonlight,
embraced by it, I’ll feel right.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 472
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Posted: 5/2/2010 7:34:58 PM
embraced by it, I'll feel right.
for about two weeks, three
if I am fortunate maybe three, four years.

If I am very embraced by moonlight
I will survive thirty-five.
sharing a space is not filled with fairy-tales.
 Windswept786
Joined: 4/20/2010
Msg: 473
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Posted: 5/2/2010 8:20:07 PM
sharing a space is not filled with fairy-tales
look within when all else fails
reality hidden underneath
the wishes and dreams
sometimes hidden agendas
with organized schemes
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 474
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Posted: 5/2/2010 8:29:44 PM
with organized schemes
applies to politicians, power hungers
people lacking soul.

Absolutely many stumble, fumble
organizing anything but perfection...
reaching a stellar scheme is beside any point.
I loved you...here and there.
 Confident-Realist
Joined: 2/8/2004
Msg: 475
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Posted: 5/2/2010 9:42:38 PM
I loved you... here and there.
But I never liked your pubic hair.

It smelled like feces and cat food,
Its texture being greasy always killed the mood.

Next time you bathe, remember with care,
... to always wash your pubic hair.
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