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 Separated44
Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 526
No more tearsPage 22 of 42    (2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42)
Grind my soul to pieces;
rip apart my heart
let the onslaught happen,
dont delay its start.
I did the very best I could;
so curse my soul to hell!
Release the bloody judgement seat
my story then to tell.
bring your best and beat me,
whip me in your rage
violated, ripped apart,
I'll break out of your cage
the mighty hulk you made of me
but secrets I do own
love the path to peace again
and so the victory shown
hate me in your madness
in that I will not dwell
I've had all of my sadness
I'll skip the trip to hell.
 Separated44
Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 527
The Keep
Posted: 2/25/2006 8:27:29 AM
Parging up the castle walls
the prisoner in his keep
dreaming of a shallow life
while surviving waters deep
to frolick in the fields again
among flowers that it shows
to stop and smell the roses then
as to the end life goes
but mortar, trowel, filling holes
its what my heart has done
not yet understanding it
how can it be undone?
 Separated44
Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 528
Ladies on the Edge
Posted: 2/26/2006 7:11:15 AM
My wife could spot a hooker
a hundred yards away
and point and yap and criticize
in hurtful things she'd say.
I'd look to try and find the one
that she had criticized;
but I could never see them there
the view escaped my eyes.
Morals are for people
who like to throw their stones
while forgetting about their targets
who do their troubles own.
lawyers, soldiers, hookers, tramps
addicts on the ground
policemen, politicians,
all to their struggles bound.
Who's to say whats right or wrong
as on this way we go?
All I know is it wont be long
before I wound my head
if ever I should toss a stone
at something someone said.
Drink it in and think of it,
the strange things that I read
and know that on my way Im bound
and there is no end to need.
Wisdom in the choosing, if ever choose I do
know Im not confused at all in my choice of you.
Feed me in compassion, as hunger hits us all
and know that I will answer when your voice does call.
 Separated44
Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 529
Of life and work and pleasures
Posted: 2/27/2006 10:12:13 AM
Spinning little spider, fastening the silk
cows off in the pasture, not time for giving milk.
Birds aloft in sky above seeking other things
or sitting there in nest somewhere
with hatchlings where it sings
Sleeping dogs of summer never cease to growl
when the mailman brings his work with monday morning scowl
pepper spray protection stuffed inside his vest
a smiling face at front door tells him of his rest.
the dogs that may be growling, the birds lost in their flight
the wolves that may be howling are in their place aright.
Passage is the terror while in the tunnel then
but rest assured that when endured the light will shine again.
Keep on in the darkness on the track you find
settle your direction, and ease your weary mind
to everything a season, and all things in their time
tunnels dark and lonely lead to other places fine.
The error in their travel that some may choose to make
is to stand and stare at tunnel walls, and their journey never take.
One foot then the other, and let the tyrant cry
embrace the noise and walk your way, you'll watch the horror die.
And if in walking you should err and fall upon the ground,
you're hardly ever lost to care when good friends can be found.
 Black Mary
Joined: 1/22/2006
Msg: 530
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/27/2006 10:14:25 AM
The poem "My Legacy" by poet-rather like that one.
 Separated44
Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 531
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/27/2006 11:15:15 AM
I agree, and would add that the legacy is not merely contained in verse left behind, but in the dominos that fall from their reading. Inspiring.

 Separated44
Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 532
Having Nothing
Posted: 3/1/2006 5:45:44 PM
If I had nothing to offer
not one red cent in the coffer
would it make any difference to you
if I showed up and said hi to you?
would it matter at all if I took your dog Zod
around to the tree and picked up her clod?
if I was as broke as I truly am found
would it matter at all if I came around?
If you owned the forest and all of the glade
would it then matter if I showed up and stayed?
Is there anything I can bring you my friend?
Can I send you a drink or a fine feather pen?
Nothing I am, and nothing I do
but still I believe I am something to you.
So I show up and do whatever I can
worthless it is, but I'd do it again.
God is in all, but does not one need
we are not God, but we are His seed
What then would happen to me as a friend
in spitting at you while in your forest just then?
What would you tell your dog Zod then to do
If I flung my hand with the bird up at you?
Id have no cloth on the seat of my pants
and while your gun smoked my feet would sure dance.
So is it now in His forest we are, He draws so near yet we run so far.
Nothing He asks for; nothing we own,
nothing but time out of life for His own.
Come, let us walk in the garden again
and reason together Friend unto friend.
 xchuck
Joined: 8/8/2005
Msg: 533
Fly
Posted: 3/1/2006 8:29:01 PM
Fly

Fly free from your pain
it will past like the
coldness of winter no need
for worry and shame

Fly free from your pain
it will past like a storm
that weakens and blows out
to sea, a gentle breeze
that once was a hurricane

Fly free from your pain
it will past like the darkess
of night, that becomes another
day sunny and bright

Fly free from your pain
let go of the one who
who causes you to cry
let your wings carry you home
to the one who loves you
enough to let you fly
 Separated44
Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 534
a little expansion
Posted: 3/4/2006 6:51:04 PM
I breathed in the sunshine when I woke again
this morning at dawn there hadnt been rain.
warm in the house quiet and calm
rested and healed as if taken balm.
I thought of a maiden Id taken in view
well really, I thought of maybe the two.
Daydream and wonder and think of it all
and how it had happened that I came to fall.
Pieces of puzzles dance in my head,
early in morning time, fresh out of bed.
Construction, destruction, its all the same
repairing the breach, restoring the name.
When turbulent water washed memory away
the work to remember can take more than a day.
So bathing in thought and cleaning my mind
from ruin and loss and times that I'd pine;
I stand to remember and consider my friends
that lent of their efforts to help me to mend.
Not fully completed and ready for war,
Im better prepared to take on much more.
I'll pause for the moment and think of you
and wish you well in whatever you do.
 Separated44
Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 535
Target Practice
Posted: 3/9/2006 2:54:54 AM
Cold steel and tree parts, brass and powder pressed
distance lost to consciousness in trigger slightly stressed
one piece fits the other in dances of their own
underneath the bullseye that down the range is shown
glint of sunshine reflects on the top of steady steel
compress the lung to zero, you know the way it feels
cheek to cheek with walnut, hands grasp their desire
steady is the issue when its time to fire
mindless in compression, a shock when it arrives
knowing nothing but direction, downrange nothing survives.
Thread the needle Robin Hood; split the arrow true
shoot three shots or more again, find only one when through.
I'd love to pierce a quarter, at a thousand yards or more
just to say I did it, I'd endure the chore.

There's nothing like a day shooting at the range...simple goals, obvious failure or success, no mistake in recounting acheivments, no debate. The essence of simplicity. Aim, fire.

 Separated44
Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 536
Breaking my normal pace
Posted: 3/10/2006 9:12:16 AM
I dreamt of summer again last night
of holding an angel in my delight
aint gonna happen, its springtime just now
someday maybe later it'll happen somehow
I just cant wait till the summer is here
so while its still chilly I got me some beer
stupid in effort I did what I did
all is exposed and nothing is hid
tasteless and tactless I played in a dream
you'd think that my conscience would start to scream
maybe thats what I got the beer for
to silence its cries as I battered the door
I never laid claim to be one of the wise
a fool in the rain in my very eyes
still dreaming of summer, a fool I can be
if ever in vision she captures me.
If it dont happen Im sure I'll be fine
I rule the time in this life of mine
I make my decisions to stand or to crawl
to me its the same it dont matter at all
love is worth more than a new pair of jeans
holes in the knees or ripped at the seams.
It aint even love, its just a dream
but thats how love starts, at least it would seem.
Sorry for the racket, and all of the noise
I guess after all boys will be boys.
 Separated44
Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 537
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 3/13/2006 5:28:12 PM
No touch caressed
no kisses blessed
no arms held
no scent smelled
no heart lost
no real cost
no love tossed
no memory made
no blanket in shade
no music shared
but yes, we cared.
no time of joy
no girl for boy
no woman for man
no evening plan
no easy smile
no stay a while
no stereo
no please dont go
no entwinded heart
but yes, its a start.
no time of day
no words to say
no path to find
no union of mind
no alibi
no sweet reply
no finding out
no victory shout
no tear of pain
no sweet refrain
no way to know
and yes, I can let go.
 Separated44
Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 538
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 3/14/2006 3:03:17 AM
Its not in the skin, or the liquid within
its not in the heat of the flesh
its not in the taste of the lipstick on face
its not in the lace or the mesh
perfumes in bedrooms, instructions from Bangladesh,
mechanicly sane its all the just the same
no difference but for the moves
the difference is found when love comes around
and in the dance of two hearts it grooves
sewing them there invisible in air, you feel united indeed
like that guy in ghost when he loved her the most
and hovered in light close to her
its not in the physical that special thing
that makes it all something brand new
its not mechanical, and hardly animal
the touch that's beckoning you.
Without having love its pointless to me
to try and make love you see
mechanical is as mechanical does,
and mechanical found alone is empty.
 charlie_girl
Joined: 11/28/2005
Msg: 539
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 3/14/2006 3:03:45 AM
As I meandered Spring's green meadow
shadowed by towering hard granite
covered in snow--
I paused by a stream with waters cold
rushing over brightly colored gems
that turned to rocks as I reached within.
The cold breeze swept over the grasses;
tiny alpine flowers shivered,
yet I knew that love would come again
 Separated44
Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 540
Target Practice
Posted: 3/15/2006 6:30:29 AM
What eyes behold through tears of old;
wonders that never cease.
What pain we gain in longings we hold
and never knowing release.
What joy is found, not tossed around
when letting go the chord
that ties us to our delayed hope
as if with just one word.
Which one to choose so we dont loose
the fire of this life?
Tommorrow, Maybe, No, Someday,
they all end up in strife.
What agony of those not free
contained yet in the page.
Some hate, some doubt, and some just play
as if its all a stage.
The simple word that rules the peace
is so hard to find.
Once it's found and to it bound
my tension then unwinds.
Faith the word that stills my life
in the midst of a hurricane.
It keeps me humble, keeps me strong
when I would go insane.
Faith the truth of things unseen,
the Hand that rules my day
acceptance of the things unbeen
I'll let it have its way.
Simple to the laughing mind
yet difficult to be
Contained in every single rhyme
that comes out of me.
No easy wish or heartfelt prayer
can this faith impart
no preacher I, a friend in need
bearing all my heart.
In ups and downs spun all around
each day is its own start.
Faith in Who I know controls it all
comforts not just in part.
What I've been told about this faith
it works in love you see
Love the treasure I posess
without love I cant be free.
Not the love for womans flesh
or the need to be a part,
it is the Love that rules it all
this love must have my heart.
Wings upon the skyline
are mine to ride on then
the day that I surrender all
and love begins again.

No greater love has any man than this, that a man lays down his life for his friend.
 Separated44
Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 541
Spent Ammunition
Posted: 3/18/2006 5:07:17 AM
I saw it through the powdered scope
crosshairs lined up with my hope
the target took my breath away
steady hands, do not sway
trembling I refused to shoot
barrel silent, I thought it mute
relaxing there I fired a shot
and missed the target, thats one blot
again I turned to stand in line
the time of firing not then mine
contemplate what I did wrong
and try again as time went on
composed I stood on firing lane
reloaded rifle, checked for rain
all clear on the firing line
and I stood there and took my time
wipe the sweat from off my brow
stilled my chest and thought, not now.
The sun was glaring in my face
and I could not the outline trace
it was my turn to shoot again
steady hands once met their end
I resigned that I would do
my very best "it's up to you"
as I pulled the hammer back
a foggy lens led its attack
the target blurred in front of me
my seeking eyes just could not see!
Aiming for its center mass
a shot rang out, and missed at last.
humbled that my gun was broke
I took it to the armory and spoke,
"What has happened to my aim
and why does this thing bring me pain?"
the gunsmith took my gun in hand
and said "you didnt understand,
when you go from cold to heat
you need to find a waiting seat,
the rifle needs its time you see
to adjust to what will be"
Ruined in my ameteur mind
I thought the competition mine
was wasted and my shots in vain
but once in line, I would remain.
While waiting in line rifle in hand
I came up with another plan.
I'll clean the thing and check the scope
then I wont look like such a dope
when its time to shoot again
I'll split the target's center then!
When at last I got to the line
the target I just could not find!
I looked around to find out why
and nothing found my seeking eye
no marshall there to run the show
no competitors I did know
no competition in the meet
and I knew I had won defeat.
Not satisfied that all was lost
I took aim and bullets tossed
I split the middle of the post
that held the target now a ghost.
"That just figures, yes indeed,
one true shot I didnt need."
The marshall then from hiding place
came and scolded my sad face.
Dont be shooting any more
the test is done, Im adding scores.
I didnt wait to see who won
I knew my time of shooting done.
Back to the truck and off to home
I took the backroads so I could roam
I put the rifle in the rack
and tried to forget of all my lack,
but haunting me across the room
the trophy case in all its gloom.
"One day my friend I'll fill your shell
but for now its just as well."
Hunting season almost done
I'll set my sights on fishing fun.
Maybe next year in shooting fine
I'll pass the test, and trophy find.
 Separated44
Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 542
At Length
Posted: 3/19/2006 2:25:30 PM
Man Im writing long ones!
I just took a look around,
lucky I have a keyboard
as on these keys I pound
Im gonna have to switch a bit
type some shorter verse
maybe I just need to quit
or maybe just rehearse?
I cant bear to read them
these thinks upon the page,
I like all them shorties
to me they're all the rage.


 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 543
I'm baaack....
Posted: 3/19/2006 7:05:18 PM
Well,I've just survived several weeks without a computer.The awesome writes on this thread and others here continue to amaze me.There are many gifted writers here....and a whole lot of fun. Here's one I wrote several years ago....I really think I need to rethink the title...I'm definitely open to suggestions.

My Warpony "Reason"

I captured my warpony
When I was young and free
Now we are inseparable
The Great Spirit let it be
We have faced many foes
We have frolicked in the sun
We have seen our peoples' woes
And from battle we won't run
He flexes rippling muscles
As he charges to the fray
These are not childish tussles
And they'll never go away
You can take us out of context
You can try and fence us in
You can try and break our spirit
It's a battle you can't win
With stealth and perserverence
With purpose and resolve
There is no source of discontent
That together we can't solve
My painted pony carries me
Across the broken lands
Past hatreds,bigotrys and worse
But we're in bigger hands
I do not wear a white hat
I wear no hat at all
I do not wish to stand apart
I wish only to stand tall
When battles 'gain are imminent
We paint ourselves for war
We will do it many times again
We've done it many times before
There are those who would disarm me
And take my warpony away
But we know what it is to be free
We'll survive to fight another day
Many moons have come and gone
Since he became my friend
Together we will travel on
Until the journeys' end
My warpony will never pull a plow
Even if he wanted to.......
I would not teach him how
 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 544
I'm baaack....again
Posted: 3/19/2006 7:21:57 PM
While I'm waxing western.................

Get A Grip

Grab the bull by the horns
Or lead him by the nose
Hang tightly on to precious life
And direct which way he goes
Let it be known from the very start
That there will be no deals
And if you're brave you'll straddle him
And draw blood with your heels
With uncompromising certainty
You must bend him to your will
Ride him 'til you both grow old
Yet neither's had his fill
Rein him 'round bystanders
Don't trample them to dust
Pity the spectators
They won't ride...but you must
Hang tightly onto life's broad back
Through the many bucks and spins
And if at first you keep your seat
That's when the ride begins
Ride him to the places
You have never been before
Harness his great energy
Then spur him on for more
Respect his great tenacity
Then answer with your own
Appreciate his power
Be proud with him you've flown
You are not in an arena
No crowds will cheer for you
You are not at all contestants
And the ride is far from through
Yes you will suffer injuries
The worst may be your pride
But the painful lessons you will learn
Will intensify the ride
So tightly hang onto those horns
And take a lifelong trip
And if you should become unsure
Get another grip


.......I swear......the next ones will be SHORTER
 Echoez
Joined: 3/18/2006
Msg: 545
The Poet
Posted: 3/25/2006 6:30:38 PM
Only a poet knows
The true beauty of the rose
Or the sweetness of a kiss
Placed on a baby's nose
Only a poet knows
The sun as it warms your skin
The poet knows this well
And knows it deep within
Only a poet knows
The taste of the ocean's air
The Summer breeze that blows
On the skin of a lady fair
Only a poet knows
The love inside a heart
A love that grows 'ere stronger
And can't be torn apart
Only a poet knows the tears
That stain my cheek
How is it I know
I'm a poet....
It's my heart speak
Only a poet knows
The things inside of me
The things I need to say
The things to set me free
Only a poet knows
What lives inside my soul
What feeds my spirit
What makes me whole
Only a poet knows
The meaning of my words
The true sound of my voice
The one that isn't heard...

Echoez
2.19.03

Dedicated to my poetry pals at POF
 Separated44
Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 546
The Poet
Posted: 3/25/2006 6:37:02 PM
Deep I drank the toast from you
Deep the words that do ring true
Deep the woods that we walk through
Deep the thoughts that show me you.


Of dedications, that one was truly an honor to taste of. From the least of poets, thank you.
 Echoez
Joined: 3/18/2006
Msg: 547
The Poet
Posted: 3/25/2006 7:48:49 PM
To my pals, your words so sweet
Perhaps someday our paths may meet
The words and rhymes placed in part
As we celebrate our art

You are most welcome !!

(wink) Echoez
 Separated44
Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 548
The Poet
Posted: 3/25/2006 8:47:34 PM
Abstract takeback never miss a lick
when you write the writing
something seems to click
always something biting
never miss a trick
oh how so inviting
Thorb with writing stick
 ~SpiffyKat~
Joined: 8/16/2005
Msg: 549
The Poet
Posted: 3/26/2006 10:37:17 PM
Wow you guys ! ...I havent had a chance to completely catch up on my reading in here yet...but from what Ive read so far...Im amazed...Really!Keep em comin:)I dont always post a commentary,but I do check in from time to time to do a little reading:)Awesome stuff kids
 Separated44
Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 550
The Garden
Posted: 3/27/2006 4:04:11 AM
In the garden with my lover
my songs I do compose
as fragrance like no other
mystifies my nose

The hair upon her head
is shining in its grace
like chocolate on the pillow
it beautifies her face

her eyes like pools of licorice
are smiling there at me
oh the rapture so delish!
the feast inside of me!

Skin as soft as satin
silken touch of fire
speak to her in latin
or french in its desire

giggle blush, what a rush
a flower to her hand
feeling much like children
alone right where we stand

the body of the woman
conceals the grace of God
revealing truth and passion
while on the garden sod

Clothed in dignity and chaste
My desire is all for her
passing by a richer race
for love that just might stir

embrace this grace I ever would
if it should come to me
wait forever for the good
and see if its to be

detection and protection
of all that would me steal
in searching for perfection
if ever it's revealed.

Brazen my desire
in this place I know
but kissed once by the fire
you cant just let it go.

Flee from me insincerity
run from me oh lust
give to me what isnt free
ere I return to dust.

Time the keeper of our world
has told me then to wait
unknowing and still wanting
this love I anticipate.

Unhurried then finding friend
writing all these rhymes,
passing time until the end
and then the Love sublime.
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