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Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 204
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Wow, Ltl - dynamite ending!
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 210
Go ahead and beat that drum!
Posted: 9/27/2006 11:02:49 AM
Open your eyes to a brand new creation!
Lord knows we all need
to see again. Let the Mountains
of Righteousness speed
their waters down on us.
Refresh us! Make us new!

Make us as the morning dew
that nourishes the grass
for we are tired of our broken-hearts,
our need for love and we would learn
to give again! To give without
the need of return.
Refresh us! Make us new!
Joined: 9/24/2006
Msg: 211
Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 9/28/2006 10:46:03 AM
Writing is theraputic,
but what is wrong,
why are we sick?

Confront the fears,
and learn from them,
assault the emotions;
your growth from their stem.

The only way to clot
is to continue to bleed.
So it seems to hurt
is exactly what we need.

But what if the lesson
goes unlearned?

Hedonistic in our sorrow
and anguish and hope
wrap it around the neck
and happily swing swing swing...

Writing is theraputic...
but does anyone learn anything?

I often find myself writing less.
Though years ago, writing was the ale
to drown my distress.

I often wonder why I can't
write so artful anymore
but if writing
leads to the rite
per se
then I suppose my therapy
is almost over.

Until it is time for me to learn something new.
And perhaps share with you my view.

I like to learn every day.

I'll see you tomorrow.
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 212
Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 9/28/2006 11:10:04 AM
Writing is therapy.
Re-writing is being your own therapist
and older brother or sister
and friend.
Joined: 8/3/2006
Msg: 213
Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 9/28/2006 12:38:23 PM
Just a comment, sorry, no poem today!
This is a nice thread, and yes I do agree that writing is good
therapy! Let's keep it going!
Joined: 7/5/2006
Msg: 214
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Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 9/28/2006 2:19:51 PM
Sweet sixteen all over again...

High hopes for romance at the high school dance,
the gravid moon pulling us on to newfelt dreams.
But teenage angst and shadowed fears hold us
back from the bright promise of what could be.

She loves me, she loves me not..petals plucked
in some kind of teenage alchemy. She loves me!
So you get up the courage to ask her to dance,
and see cross the floor her holding hands....

So, back to the guys in their untidy clump pretending
they just don't care. But really they won't dare.
To take the chance on another rejection,
taking that painful trip back cross the wooden floor.

I had hoped that when I grew older, this fever of doubt
would leave me. Allow the full flower of my dreams,
give me the strength to accept the promise of love.
Alas, it seems that age is no barrier to feeling sixteen..
Joined: 9/24/2006
Msg: 215
Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 9/30/2006 4:43:52 PM
I had to resurrect this from page 3... I like the idea of it being my, "just jot shit down" place. So... lets jot...

This is my emo song,
my piece about being unhappy,
and just to make things right,
I'll even rhyme with crappy.
Ugh... I hate this feeling...
Molasses... tree sappy...
Cling to me!
Love me!
This line should feature trappy.
Bear trappy?
I suppose...
that's how this dating game feels,
when swimming by emotion
and shocked by Emo Eels.

But laughter is the food
of the soul, and this thing
has made me chuckle.
She'll come around.
We'll meet and laugh.
I'll kiss her and she'll buckle.

Till then I'm laughing,
cause this poem makes no sense.
But I can now breathe relief
and I'm no longer so tense.

I'll see you tomorrow... or something like it.
Oh my god, I need to rhyme... I just can't fight it!

Joined: 7/5/2006
Msg: 216
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Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 9/30/2006 8:03:49 PM
This one is from an earlier time, perhaps I was 23, when jousting against windmills was more common than it seems to be now...

Dark Flowers

Blue dreams and endless screams, echo throught the night.
Now I know where the shadows all go when
you reach out and turn off the light.
'Cause it's you! Yeah you!

Who else could have done this crime?
You've built these zoos,
and now you cruise for
the people who're doing your time.

You cut them and bleed them, yet somehow still need them
to convince you that your ways are right.
They're societies child, cut loose, running wild.
And dark flowers still bloom in the night.
Joined: 7/5/2006
Msg: 217
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Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 10/1/2006 4:27:17 PM
This is not mine or new...thought y'all might get a chuckle tho....


Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man, who's not a creep,
One who's handsome, smart and strong.
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks
I pray he's gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?"
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.


I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with huge boobs who owns a liquor
store and a golf course. This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.
Joined: 7/5/2006
Msg: 218
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Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 10/3/2006 11:22:02 PM
This is a repeat.. ( thanks poet,who walks through walls), I have some issues with the start and finish ...comments, anyone? If possible, only constructive critiques plse.....

Deer Run

A glorious day beckons, son..whither shall we?
Father, from here I can see dark tunnels of mystery.
Created by creatures not so tall as we, but fey..
And sure of their path in the forest light.
Can we not follow their trail of delight?

So, at once atavistic, on hands and knees,
We chased one another down through the absolute
belly of the woods. Green stained, fern fronds in our hair,
At one with the moment. Nothing exists but the run
Round the trees.

Laughing, we collapsed and lay back, trying to divine what
Lay beyond these walls of life. Small noises surround us,
Sunlight filters through a verdant screen.
Love of each other and the unseen..
swells within as we surrender ourselves to the world.
Joined: 7/5/2006
Msg: 219
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Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 10/8/2006 1:18:21 AM
Thank you mar, for your thoughtful insights. I will consider your choices in the evolution of
this piece. Very few of my works have escaped extensive revision, and worse!
The only one was Dark Flowers,,,straight from the heart to the pen...

One more, originally posted in Poets Cave

The Miracle.

Miracles are commonplace, you yourself are one.

Aware, awake, and full of love.

The universe exists so we could meet, and all the lovers so.

For only love founds the newborn stars,

and entrophy to slow.
Joined: 11/27/2006
Msg: 222
Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 11/20/2007 8:25:35 AM
Just wanted to bring this one to the front for a minute again.
Joined: 7/24/2007
Msg: 223
Unanswered Questions
Posted: 11/21/2007 12:45:44 AM

Where was the good-bye that ended it all
I just want to know how knowing you died

Lovely write sceneryhill ... epitomizes the concept of "less is more" ... keep it up.

No One Knows
the reasons why
No One Knows
why my eyes cry
No One Knows
why my lover lied
No One Knows
why my heart died
No One Knows
where truth scattered
No One Knows
that it even mattered
No One Knows
under a dark sky
No One Knows
but you and I ...

Joined: 7/24/2007
Msg: 224
Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 11/21/2007 3:52:03 AM

Journey of Love

Somewhere down the highway of time,
a lovely woman smiled upon my rhymes
and through her love came my destiny.
I see, I feel, I am full of many lifetimes.
Looking back through time I now can see,
you did all this for love of me ...
I thank you for the love you gave,
so willingly and so freely to me
while waiting so quietly for love you crave
risking hurt and pain while I wandered free
ignorant of your feelings, squandering mine
on quick flings with time wasting broads
unaware of your reality waiting quietly in line
for me to wake up and find the right chords
to make sweet music and set your heart alight
to dance the symphony of love 'neath stars above
and return your sweet love throughout the night.
I thank you for giving me this journey of love.

Joined: 7/24/2007
Msg: 225
She Says He Says
Posted: 11/21/2007 4:03:02 AM

She writes ...
I'll take your love and cherish it
And give you all mine in return
And to you now I will commit
My heart for a lifelong term
I will love you till the end of time
Keep your heart safe here with me
All mountains together we will climb
Share the stars beside a deep blue sea
We'll stroll in glorious sunset
No spoken words of how we feel
will we need, for our hearts will get
the message "our love is strong and real"

He replies ...
Beautiful My Darling Poetess
You are my Soul of Inspiration
My life with your love you bless
Every day I feel such admiration
For your patience waiting for me
To work through trials and strife
And realize you were meant to be
The only one to complete my life
Your beautiful spirit makes me shine
Knowing you're my lover and best friend
I'm so glad you are forever mine
To love me till my life does end ...

Joined: 11/27/2006
Msg: 226
She Says He Says
Posted: 11/21/2007 10:39:16 AM
Thank you Scenery and JR for your lovely poems and welcome. This was an old thread of mine under an old prolfile. I thought it was time to bring it back and hopefully I will start posting again soon. Please come back and post more!
Joined: 11/27/2006
Msg: 227
She Says He Says
Posted: 11/23/2007 7:20:17 AM
Yes I'm back! Time to share again. I've missed you all and hope all is well!


That long stemmed rose upon my spine,
it is just like me, you see,
a sensative fragile flower so devine.

Love is my backbone but like that rose,
without affection, we wither,
slowly we fade and neither one grows.

The beautiful bud craves a little sun,
and I crave too, a touch,
without love, we both slowly come undone.

Cherish and respect that rose so dear,
we all have thorns, some faults,
breathe us in and forever hold us near.


We are not born just to simply die,
persistent will forces us to thrive.
On family and friends we can rely,
to lean on for some help to survive.

We all have strength to move on,
no matter how many times we fall.
Don't become defeated or withdrawn,
pick yourself up and scale that wall.


Deeply inhale and close your eyes,
exhale every burden that you despise.

Rid yourself of hatred, anger and despair,
they are bitter poison so please beware.

Find that tiny secret place buried away inside,
search for kindness and peace to share outside.

Take time to relax your body, mind and soul,
continue to look forward and reach your goal.
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