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Joined: 12/1/2005
Msg: 309
So ya wanna be a poet?Page 38 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)
as i walked therw the dore i saw her she was at the top of the stears for each step i took more of her i could see the light shine threw her hare and couver her body like a blanket of silk it was like walking to heavon and this angle was going to take me there i reached out as to take her hand at that moment my last step to the top i held her in my arms it was like that was it there was no more we where complet and to this day when i look at her i still see that silky angle that took me to heavon this is not from a book it came from my hart it was the first letter i rought my soone to be wife after the first time we met and yes i met her off Plenty of fish
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 310
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/15/2006 5:38:46 PM
I'd like to thank all the poets here who have challenged me and provided insight,perspectives,motivation,and inspiration. Y'ALL ROCK!!!
Here's another of mine.I may have to trim it a bit because it is very long.Just can't decide what to take out.What's your opinion?


One cold autumn morn
As a blanket of fog
Suffocated the liveoaks
And a lowcountry mist
Hovered like cannon smoke
Above the still surface
Of the dark brackish waters
I heard disturbing sounds
Sounds I did not wish to hear
Perhaps it was the ageless beauty
Shrouded in obscurity
That stirred the echoes
Of long forgotten pain
Bugles and gunfire and screams
Bloody swords clashing
Cavalry horses shrieking in terror
At the smell of blood
The lives of mere boys
In both Blue and Gray
Spilled needlessly
To paint the earth crimson
The trampled earth accepted
The ultimate offering
Of fathers and sons and brothers
Staccato cannonfire sounded
The depthless sorrow
Of sisters and wives and mothers
In the mists I thought I saw
A bearded man in grey
Upon a great white horse
Watching the unseen battle
With tear-filled eyes
There were no victors here
Only the dead now forgotten
Their memories have faded
Or become too painfull to remember
But the liveoaks remember
Their limbs hang bent and twisted
Not so much from the weight of the Spanish moss
As from the horrors they witnessed
Some bear the scars of bullets
By which they saved a young mans' life
Only to be spared a moment
Until the next bullet cut him down
I wondered the length of carnage
Was it measured in hours or day
How many souls were lost
To a cause whose price
Was far too dear
And as I watched and listened breathlessly
The horseman rode away
The sounds of battle ceased
And I was once again alone
In the silence
Of the swirling lowcountry mists
A woodpecker tapped a dead cypress
And beckoned a new day
With sounds not unlike
Those of a snare drum
In the clouded distance of yesteryear
.........Or tomorrow
Not again tomorrow
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 311
Thanks Separated44
Posted: 2/17/2006 3:23:05 AM
Thanks Separated44.I'm glad you liked it.Thank you for your kind words...they indeed mean a lot, coming from as talented writer as yourself.
Joined: 1/5/2006
Msg: 312
Thanks Separated44
Posted: 2/17/2006 3:32:30 AM
You Was My Angel

When you was alive it was so hard to get the word's to come out, i wanted so bad to tell you how i really felt.

Everytime i tryed to put the thought's into word's and tell you, it was like i frozed or i stuttered whenever i tryed to tell you.

I just gave up on trying but now when i think back on the time's. That i have tryed to tell you and it felt, and seem's not that hard.

Now you'r gone forever and i will never get a second chance, to say or do those thing's. When you was alive you made my life whole, you made me feel like i had something to live for.

You made me happy you made me smile from the inside out, before you came along i was lost.

Without a trace you showed up and you picked me back up on track, i would give up everything just to have that day back again.

The sadest thing is i knew and felt like you was "the one" for me, and i screwed up.

I'm sorry that i have let you down, i would have gave anything to be the one that died. When you died a huge part of me died right along with you, but i know i can not be with you not right now.

That day will come when we will see eachother again, I'm sorry that i let you down. I'm sorry that i can not be up there with you, i miss the time's we shared i miss how you made me laugh and smile.

You made me feel like i had something worth living for, and i did that "something" was you. I know i need to get over you'r death, and move on but how can i.

When my whole world just came tumbleing down on me, and the only one that can put it all back togeather is you.

You'r not here even when i need you the most, you was like an angel sent from above to watch over me and help me get through my problem's.

I thank god eachday for what he has did and sent me, you was my angel and i should have treated you better than i did.

I'm so sorry that i let you down, i just pray that you forgive me.

I will never forget you i love you, and i knew just how lucky i was to have found someone like you.

Just remember something there will never be another you, someone like you only comes into my life one time.

Please forgive me and always remember that i love you, and always will.

Rest In Peace Jeremy Hazlinsky.

True Life Poem
Dedicated To J.H.
 Angel Eyes_Sassy Mouth
Joined: 10/11/2005
Msg: 313
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/17/2006 1:58:07 PM
Her memories are her own
Yet she writes them for all to see
She hopes there's someone out there
Who understands, knows what she means

She feels all alone and uncertain
Yet Still she finds the strength
To get out one more poem
She'll go to any length

Writing of friendship and pain
Of People who have come and gone
If they were still here to read them
They'd truly be in awe

She watches the sun rise
She sees the sun set
Because she's unable to sleep
She puts out her best work yet

So many things to say
So many things she feels
So much shes experienced
To some, it can't be real

Only she knows her secrets
Some of them she hides
The rest she needs to share with us
Her poems are her pride

I have learned one thing from reading them
Yes, I have told her so
Lets not look down on others
Especially this Broken Soul

This goes out to Heather......

Joined: 1/5/2006
Msg: 317
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/18/2006 3:40:14 AM
That is very sweet and nice of you to have written that for me babie_dollz, you are an excellient writter and i hope you continue to keep writting you'r word's send out such meaning's, and emotion's just by reading them even tho all of our poem's are just "text" even mine.

But i think there are alot of good writer's who have posted on this fourm and they should never give up on their writting's or on their dream's because, nothing is ever to big or heavy to handle.

Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 318
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/18/2006 7:23:14 PM
Great writes all...I hope some of your prolific talent rubs off. Thanks kblgal...I think I'll take yours and separated's advice and leave "echoes" alone. Here's one I scribbled while stranded on a drawbrige, waiting on a sailboat, as a storm approached.


Bird specks wheel
Tossed ungraciously
In the frontal assault
Like shadow dancers
Before a dark curtain
Of burgeoning,light eating clouds
The darkness is mirrored
On a frothy,whipped sea
The tips of whitecaps
The only source of light
An ominous palor precludes
That which is coming
The swords of gods flash
Ripping open the bellies of clouds
While their heavy hammers
Pound them into submission
The fluids of life begin to spill
Torrentially they fall
On the just, and the unjust
On everything in its' path
The wall of darkness approaches
Demanding respect
Inspiring fear and awe
Unpredictable and unpreventable
Natures' finest show of force
Hypnotic in its' approaching fury
Frightening in its' grasp
Refreshing in its' wake
Cleansing and rebirth its' legacy
Like a fourth of July fireworks display
It passes too quickly
But it will return
Again and again
Following natures' own timetable
Regardless of men
And their futile attempts
To achieve the status of gods
Joined: 11/18/2005
Msg: 321
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So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/24/2006 3:55:12 PM
That's beautiful mate! Sounds like a real fresh scar too! we're totally anonamous here, so feel free to keep contributing!
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 322
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
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 323
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
Joined: 3/18/2006
Msg: 324
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...


Dedicated to my poetry pals at POF
Joined: 3/18/2006
Msg: 325
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
Joined: 11/27/2004
Msg: 327
just to say
Posted: 3/27/2006 4:35:26 AM
I just came from the moon
i'll be here soon
yet, I don't know who u are
all I wanted to say, is just bla-bla-bla

Does it make any sense,
but what I ma here for hense?


The window's in bars, I live in the cell
I was raised as a captive, it's how do I dwell
My lonely amigo, the eagle in play
is pounding meat, which is what is his prey

he pounced it, leaves it and he is looking at me
as though as he wants me to be on the free
he calls for me, calling me, uttering cry
let's go, bro, let's go; the sky is to fly

We were born for our freedom; let's go, bro, let's go
to where the mountains are like silver in glow
to where is the ocean as blue as could be
to where is no soul, but and me!!!!

Joined: 11/27/2004
Msg: 328
just to say
Posted: 3/27/2006 4:43:51 AM





Joined: 3/18/2006
Msg: 329
Rib of Man
Posted: 3/28/2006 5:56:08 PM
Rib of Man

I was made from your rib
To be right at your side
When the world is heavy
When you have no place to hide
To stand close beside you
In everything you do
To be at your right hand
To help see you through
I come not from the top of your head
Or the bottom of your feet
But God made me from your rib
This made me complete
So should you think you're alone
If it seems as no one cares
Just know your missing rib
Means I am standing there

Echoez 5.28.02
Joined: 3/18/2006
Msg: 330
The Beach
Posted: 3/29/2006 4:36:46 PM
The Beach

One day as I was sitting
On a beach made of white sand
A child walked up to me
She took me by the hand

She said "Please help me
I can't find my way home
I'm afraid to be alone here
I'm lost and all alone"

As we began to walk
I inquired "What's your name"
She said "I am called Angel"
"You may call me by that name"

I held her tiny hand
Tightly wrapped in mine
We talked and walked along that beach
Soon unaware of time

She handed me a seashell
She had found on the beach
She said "With this you can hear the ocean
any time it's out of reach"

Day light was fading
There were no homes in sight
How could I help this child
Find her home before the night

We came into a clearing
It was such a beautiful site
This looks like it has streets of gold
I thought but I remained quiet

She said "We have made it,
I don't want to be late,
This is where I live" she said
"Just inside heavens gate"

Joined: 3/18/2006
Msg: 331
The Beach
Posted: 3/29/2006 4:56:13 PM
backatcha gurl !!!
Joined: 3/18/2006
Msg: 332
Posted: 3/30/2006 4:53:51 PM

Dragon, come spread your wings
Soar into the sky
Climb towards the heavens
All you need to do is try
Fear not the eyes that watch you
For they don't understand
The anguish that you feel
A dragon,trapped in man
You are a valant creature
A noble beast of sorts
So take high with thy wings
Fly on to your course
The mountains down below you
The streams of water blue
Others know you not
They understand not what you do
So, fly on noble dragon
Continue to stand tall
Soon they will understand
You protect all great and small

Echoez 5.29.02
Joined: 11/18/2005
Msg: 333
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Posted: 3/30/2006 8:04:44 PM
Hmmmm Great writes everyone! Haha, all this time, and I have only a shorty for you! hahahahaha!

Good night
and sleep tight,
here's to hoping
you dream of me tonight!

haha,page18 to here? With just this? You guys ALL rock! liked that last one sep44!
Joined: 11/27/2004
Msg: 334
Drag on
Posted: 4/5/2006 8:47:50 PM
Late at night and so empty sidewalk
all forgotten and no one to talk
only silver from brightest of moons
brings my soul in the nuttiest of tunes.

Wind is whipping and throws leaves at me
Crying something obscene as can be
only memory's playing it's game
how from happy unhappy became

Silver moon and the childish wind,
I don't want to be sad, I have grinned.
I remember as happy I was
I will live, I will live just because...

Weather's nasty, but I do not care,
at the moon and the wind will I stare
for the moment of dawn will come
an I happy again will become

I believe that it is breaking point
I should never myself disappoint
For as long as I live, I do care
Life will always to be very fair

I will never give up on my dream
Moon and wind will become of my team
Sun will come and no doubt of it
for as long as I have so believed.
Joined: 11/18/2005
Msg: 340
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missing you
Posted: 6/3/2006 8:30:09 PM
That's totally awesome,... and it really doesn't need to be directed at missing anyone in particular either, really really nice! Kinda "wants" for more verse maybe,.... but ha I know how often I've tried that for my short ones and how they would then just fail, or just be brought down a bit. Anyways kudos to yer writes!
Joined: 5/20/2005
Msg: 342
Posted: 8/13/2006 1:27:52 PM
(while in the can)

Here I sit all broken hearted.... to take a Sh- t ... but only Farted.....

Joined: 9/21/2005
Msg: 343
...A Memory
Posted: 8/21/2006 10:11:50 PM
Our lives run on different paths
Touching only tentatively
A temporary moment stolen
Hearts joined conectively
Bodies clenched. Black , white
Sweat, slip, slide.
Cream flows between us
All life,love, a ride
Kisses soft, teeth gleam
Arms, legs, breasts
and make it seem
As if tomorrow is the dream
And this the reality
Joined: 12/27/2006
Msg: 345
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So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/12/2007 7:14:20 AM

So … here it is: My two cents
(I know that’s not much recompense
For using up this space and time
With this, my lowly rhyme.)

But … in this published poetry
I’ve read rhymes of majesty
Too, I’ve read some words from whence
I can simply make no sense

But making sense of what they write
Reflects only on my insight
And does not diminish - in any way
What it is they have to say

And in these pages as I drift
I read poets who have “The Gift”
In shock and awe do I read
And now I find I must concede:

Good or bad, short or long,
All these poets sing their song
All can see, there is NO doubt
‘Tis from their hearts these words ring out

So, I’ll not read them critically
For who the hell am I to be
In judgment of a poets heart
Of what’s inside which they impart

They open paths for their purvey
For they must say what they have to say
In their hearts they write As One
And to all I say: Wow! Well done!
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