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 Author Thread: I'm baaack....again
 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 323 (view)
 
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
 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 322 (view)
 
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: 318 (view)
 
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.

THE STORM

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
 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 27 (view)
 
ON THE DARKER SIDE OF LIFE
Posted: 2/17/2006 4:25:39 AM
METAMORPHISIS

Growth is but a series of changes
Not all expected or deserved
Often not recognized or appreciated
But a given constant
The inevitability of transformation
Is as constant as the sea
The heavens,the earth beneath our feet
But as these constants have been polluted by man
So too can change our aspirations
Our potential,and our hearts
The hardening of a heart is a dark metamorphisis
Pocked by irreversible pain
Those who thought themselves impervious
Draw into a sheltering cacoon of doubt and mistrust
Each time the fragile sanctuary is built
The end result is a darker being
The semi-transparent shroud
Veils the truth that lies within
Protecting only from sight
The vulnerability of love and hope
Each time the protective barrier is completed
It is built more impenetrable
Until at last, the growing being
Itself cannot escape
And thus it dies alone in dark beauty
Attempting only to survive and grow
 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 7 (view)
 
Spring is in the air......
Posted: 2/17/2006 3:57:53 AM
Yes spring is nearly here,and I am sooo ready for it to arrive.I actually worked in a t-shirt yesterday.I can't wait to store the thermal underwear for another year.LOL.Well here's a little something a certain TREE caused me to write the other day.

SPRING IS IN THE AIR

Sitting on the deck
Overlooking the forest and the trees
The hint of spring in the air
Sets the soul at ease
At the feeders,the birds are back
Painted buntings and golfinches too
Giving credence to the refreshing thought
That winter's almost through
The picnic table looks forlorn
The tikki torches dry
The peach trees stretch their flow'ring limbs
Toward a warming southern sky
Ev'rythings still stark and bare
The dormant stage of mother earth
But soon the dogwoods and azaleas
Will herald a new birth
The artistry of nature
Will affect both sight and smell
The joyous songs of migrating birds
In pure candor will foretell
Spring is in the air
 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 311 (view)
 
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.
 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 80 (view)
 
Take heart
Posted: 2/16/2006 4:59:57 PM
Blue rose...."Take heart" is awesome....reminded me of one of mine titled "walls".(it was almost scary)I'm pretty new here, and went back and checked out all of your posts on this thread.You are an amazing writer.I found references to walls also in"Walkin wounded","The walls between me and you","With this knife",and "Forsaken children"( I loved that one also)We've all built walls and torn them down and rebuilt them... it's a matter of survival I think.Anyway,I hope you don't mind,but here's my take on walls.

WALLS
Just beyond my private realm
Lay worlds I may never see
I'm a prisoner of my own device...
I sought to set me free
I built tall walls around me
Distractions to keep at bay
I only wanted to be free...
It's not turned out that way
Perhaps it comes not from within
This freedom that I sought
Perhaps it all a bill of goods
That stupidly I bought
Many years I built these walls
I built them strong and true
They don't compose the hallowed halls
I envisioned walking through
The methods and the craftsmanship
With perfection as a goal
Now seal me from companionship
I've built my own black hole
The tools of this constuction
Are now beyond repair
I must begin destruction
I must gasp for fresher air
Alone with only pen and ink
I must destroy these walls
Upon sollution I must think
Until the last one falls
I hope that I'll still recognize
Parts of the other side
I imagine the roads are rougher now
It'll be a bumpy ride
If this pen and ink can dissolve the stoney face
I'll try freedom on the other side
And rejoin the human race.

Yes the pen is mightier than the sword.....and a jackhammer
 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 310 (view)
 
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?

ECHOES

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
Pray...........
Not again tomorrow
 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 2481 (view)
 
Hot food & cool tunes
Posted: 2/15/2006 3:11:56 PM
Clam chowder in a coffee cup...
Or should I say a mug
On a cold night it'll warm you
Like an enduring hug
Add a little basil
Add a little spice
Warm it in the micowave
Oh...that is so nice
Add a little pepper...black
Add some pepper... red
But no matter what you do
Keep the crackers off the bed

Next topic;Peppers and spice
 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 2 (view)
 
Spring is in the air......
Posted: 2/14/2006 2:14:04 PM
Awesome.Your poem touched me and challenged me.It actually made me go sit on my deck in a cold wind(remember I'm a thin blooded southern boy)and attempt to write about spring.It's been too long.I put a lot of thoughts and ideas on paper....you may have inspired a poem...or two.Thanks,and keep up the great writes.
 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 14 (view)
 
ON THE DARKER SIDE OF LIFE......
Posted: 2/14/2006 4:26:30 AM
Hello all...great writes.Here's another of mine,it's a foray into the darker side.Let me preface it by saying that I abhor domestic violence and there cannot be a happy ending.I don't know where this came from...but here it is.

NO MORE

In one hand she held a bottle
In the other was a gun
She tried to think coherently
Of when it had begun
She didn't know exactly
When her prince became a frog
But she now knew with certainty
He wouldn't treat her like a dog
She wouldn't have to lie awake
With fear 'til he came in
She'd never have to cringe or beg
He'd never swing at her again
But nore importantly to her
Her kids were safe at last
Perhaps with time the scars would heal
If they could understand the past
A monstrous piece of meanness
No longer ruled their world
In front of a bright fireplace
She'd shot the drunk where he lay curled
But even in her victory
She knew that he had won
When against her bruised temple
She placed the muzzle of the gun
And as her children wakened
Before that they would see
She gently squeezed the trigger
And of torment she was free


I don't think it gets much darker than that.
 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 307 (view)
 
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/12/2006 4:58:35 AM
Wonderful writes Baroness and Puppetz69.Here's another of mine...I hesitate to post it because it is another of my looong ones.I don't want to bore anyone,but it seems it takes more lines to express myself sometimes.If it's too long,I'm sure someone will let me know.Anyhow...

WOODLAND STROLL

Just a stroll down a sun dappled path
The morning breeze stirs the trees
Invigorating the living
And resurrecting the dead
The path leads really nowhere
But it goes to where I need to be
To follow the twisting,winding course
Unwinds and brings stability
I drink of nature's nectar
And drunkenly shed burden's weight
I inhale nature's beauty
And am more alive with each step I take
The vastness of complex simplicity
Awe-inspiring at the least
Humbling...yet intriguing
This simple woodland path
I love to stroll in early morn
As life comes back to life
And early morning spangled light
Illuminates the world
There are no words which can describe
The reverence I hold
For the beauty all around me
And the hand that created it
I try to take a diff'rent path
Each time I take this stroll
There;s so much more 'round another bend
At the end there's always hope
When the path has come full circle
And finally,I'm back where I began
I'm changed...my eyes are opened
And I am whole again
 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 305 (view)
 
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/11/2006 7:27:00 PM
Great writes Luuuv2Laaaf..."I Gotta Let It Go" struck pretty close to home.Thanks for your comment Dashance...glad you liked them. Here's a couple more.

TOO LATE

I'll never fall in love again....I won't
....Too late
I'll never let anyone in my head again....I won't
....Too late
I'll never again be a romantic fool....I won't
....Too late
I'll never be hurt that bad again....I won't
....Too late
I will not always love her....I won't....I won't
....Too late....Too late

SULPHUR AND PYRITE

The devil stands smiling
In innocent disguise
On street corners
And in dark alleys
Peddling his poisons
Fools stand in line
Like kids in candy stores
Oblivious to the pain
Despair hovers over them
Like a malignant cloud
Spewing vile,putrid toxins
On minds and hearts
Enslaving souls
Destroying hope
Shattering dreams
Altaring futures
They know of no antidote
Yet they return for more
Certain pain-filled death
They're blinded to the harm
Quickly seen and felt by others
The cloud becomes a killing fog
Enshrouding the dying
Those who could help
Turn a blind eye in fear
The devil stands smiling
Waiting on fools
 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 303 (view)
 
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/9/2006 7:18:41 PM
Ohhhh...the water's cold

WALLS

Just beyond my private realm
Lay worlds I may never see
I'm a prisoner of my own device...
I sought to set me free
I built tall walls around me...
Distractions to keep at bay
I only wanted to be free...
It's not turned out that way
Perhaps it comes not from within
This freedom that I sought
Perhaps it all a bill of goods
That stupidly I bought
Many years I built these walls
I built them strong and true
They don't compose the hallowed halls
I envisioned walking through
The methods and the craftsmanship
With perfection as a goal
Now seal me from companionship
I've built my own black hole
The tools of this construction
Are now beyond repair
I must begin destruction
I must gasp for fresher air
Alone with only pen and ink
I must destroy these walls
Upon solution I must think
Until the last one falls
I hope that I'll still recognize
Parts of the other side
I imagine the roads are rougher now
It'll be a bumpy ride
If this pen and ink can dissolve the stoney face
I'll try freedom on the other side
And rejoin the human race
 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 302 (view)
 
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/9/2006 7:00:39 PM
Getting my feet wet by diving off the deep end.

SMOLDERING PYRES

The pyres blaze
From bridges burnt
The soul cries out in madness
For thoughtless days
Of lessons learnt
The spirit screams with sadness
Cursed and reviled
For innocense
The heart shrieks out in pain
Eyes of a child
In ignorance
Dreams never to attain
Lost to time
Out of place
But never without hope
A minor crime
To lose face
And with cold fingers grope
Timeless end
Predictable
Naivete a joker's hex
On the mend
Undiscernible
Cursed by the "fairer" sex
 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 107 (view)
 
The Toast written by the World
Posted: 2/9/2006 6:22:45 PM
For all those who've suffered writers' block
A toast to....to....to....@*&%$#

For all those who've knocked upon my door
A toast to those that called before
 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 119 (view)
 
Thanks 1tuffQT
Posted: 2/3/2006 4:47:28 PM
I'm glad you liked that one.I'd sure like one of those margaritas....or two.But they may not go too well with the pain meds I'm taking tonight.Well another excuse to lie on a heating pad and put ink on paper.I may pop in later...if not,have a great evening.
 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 117 (view)
 
My own little hut...finally
Posted: 2/2/2006 8:13:14 PM
Great writes here.I am in awe at some of the talent. I'm new to POF and have never posted any of my poetry on a forum such as this.I chose this one for my "debut" because it's short,not too deep, noncontroversial,and real. Well, here's to the dive...hope I remember how to swim.

"The Man I Am"

Smell my honest sweat
And tilt your nose skyward
See the dirt beneath my fingernails
And clinch your own into fists
See my friendly, callused hand extended
And thrust yours deep into your pockets
See my labor worn clothing
And take a quick step back
Hear my voice
And ignore it
Hear my words
And disregard them
Repay my kindness
With haughty arrogance
Probe my wounds
Become numb to my pain
For you are better than I
In your own superior mind
But if being superior
Makes you deaf and blind and friendless
I'm glad I am
The man I am
 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 3 (view)
 
Thanks y'all
Posted: 2/2/2006 7:28:34 PM
Well. I'll be durned, there are people out there. Thanks all, for your words of encouragement. I'm still finding my way around these forums and trying to find the nerve to post some of my poetry.I have a question...is there a length limit to poems.I have some 30 to 60 lines.I don't want to get off on the wrong left foot.

"All men are equal before fish." Herbert Hoover
 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 2 (view)
 
Hello from smalltown South Carolina
Posted: 1/31/2006 7:45:38 PM
It's true....nobody reads these intros anyway.
 nightwriter
Joined: 12/27/2005
Msg: 1 (view)
 
Hello from smalltown South Carolina
Posted: 1/24/2006 7:03:29 PM
WOW...I've been checking out the poetry forums for several days...there are some very talented and insightful people here.I've had some great reads and been inspired to.once again,pick up a pen.I'm new here(and to forums in general)and hope to post some of my work in the near future.Any suggestions or advice would be greatly appreciated.It seems there are a lot of great people here...I hope to hear from some of you.
"Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful,we must carry it with us or we find it not." Ralph Waldo Emerson
 
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