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Printablelilmissmissy said: Written in my Poetry 2 module class on October 24th 2001.
For some reason i had sketched a picture of the inside of a woman's reproductive organ 
I think i has started 2 fight with my mum for the first time when i'd written this  
I post this at my own risk- i usually feel a lil too vulnerable to share my poetry 
~untitled~ lost and abandoned like a motherless child. Not knowing the possible pain felt by a childless mother. To grow is to let go But to let go Is the equivelant of physical pain tearing which occurs in the womb of the mother Does child weep tears of agony Or tears of joy Which come after hours of pounding On the protective walls which Nurtured it so much the cord is cut. But the bond need not be broken.  Wow | |
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mdiver said: lilmissmissy said: Written in my Poetry 2 module class on October 24th 2001.
For some reason i had sketched a picture of the inside of a woman's reproductive organ
I think i has started 2 fight with my mum for the first time when i'd written this
I post this at my own risk- i usually feel a lil too vulnerable to share my poetry
~untitled~ lost and abandoned like a motherless child. Not knowing the possible pain felt by a childless mother. To grow is to let go But to let go Is the equivelant of physical pain tearing which occurs in the womb of the mother Does child weep tears of agony Or tears of joy Which come after hours of pounding On the protective walls which Nurtured it so much the cord is cut. But the bond need not be broken. Wow I feel very exhausted reading it. Thankyou by the way.No hablo espanol,no! 
Pero hablo ingles..ssii muy muy bien... 
 "Come into my world..."
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Mr Saunders Says
There’s an elephant in the kitchen Asking for a cup of tea At least, that’s what Mr Saunders says What Mr Saunders says It’s dressed in an orange overall And wants to play with you and me At least, that’s what Mr Saunders says What Mr Saunders says But what Mr Saunders says ain’t always true He’s saying the moon is purple and the sun is blue What Mr Saunders says What Mr Saunders says There’s a dragon living in the backyard But this one isn’t mean At least, that’s what Mr Saunders says What Mr Saunders says It loves to play hide and seek For sure a sight to be seen At least, that’s what Mr Saunders says What Mr Saunders says But what Mr Saunders says ain’t always true He’s saying the moon is purple and the sun is blue What Mr Saunders says What Mr Saunders says Mr Saunders says there’s treasure hidden everywhere It can be found with this map or by people who really, really care Mr Saunders says that pirates came to fight him yesterday Saying he wasn’t frightened and that he sho’nuff made ‘m pay But what Mr Saunders says ain’t always true Now he’s off to bed dreaming a dream or two Goodnight… | |
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Jesus and a Pall Mall
Come sit down and talk with me we can share a smoke and laugh about the idiots perhaps you might just cry-- but I will sit, and sing some song to lift your head up we'll laugh and talk, and smoke our tears will dry on the cold cement as the snow sprinkles down like sugar and the smoke will rise to the heavens will let God know what we are doing.. and smoking Jesus, want a cigarette? Come and sit with me and smoke and dream and laugh and sing because right now I need you and I think you still need me. | |
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sorry when it comes to my poetry..im dickinson...meaning..until my death shall my mediocore work will be expose! [Edited 11/28/05 19:30pm] | |
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lilmissmissy said: Written in my Poetry 2 module class on October 24th 2001.
For some reason i had sketched a picture of the inside of a woman's reproductive organ
I think i has started 2 fight with my mum for the first time when i'd written this
I post this at my own risk- i usually feel a lil too vulnerable to share my poetry
~untitled~ lost and abandoned like a motherless child. Not knowing the possible pain felt by a childless mother. To grow is to let go But to let go Is the equivelant of physical pain tearing which occurs in the womb of the mother Does child weep tears of agony Or tears of joy Which come after hours of pounding On the protective walls which Nurtured it so much the cord is cut. But the bond need not be broken. sweetie that's amazing  thank you for sharing  | |
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Natisse said: lilmissmissy said: Written in my Poetry 2 module class on October 24th 2001.
For some reason i had sketched a picture of the inside of a woman's reproductive organ
I think i has started 2 fight with my mum for the first time when i'd written this
I post this at my own risk- i usually feel a lil too vulnerable to share my poetry
~untitled~ lost and abandoned like a motherless child. Not knowing the possible pain felt by a childless mother. To grow is to let go But to let go Is the equivelant of physical pain tearing which occurs in the womb of the mother Does child weep tears of agony Or tears of joy Which come after hours of pounding On the protective walls which Nurtured it so much the cord is cut. But the bond need not be broken. sweetie that's amazing thank you for sharing  Awwwww my gosh darlz- de nada!! Hey Tisse was your poem part of a personal journal or poetry journal? Or both?No hablo espanol,no!
Pero hablo ingles..ssii muy muy bien...
"Come into my world..."
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lilmissmissy said: Natisse said: sweetie that's amazing thank you for sharing Awwwww my gosh darlz- de nada!! Hey Tisse was your poem part of a personal journal or poetry journal? Or both?you're so more than welcome hon ...and no it wasn't part of any journal really just something I wrote I was writing a lot of poetry at the time but most of it I didn't keep coz I thought it was rubbish but this I was proud of | |
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Natisse said: lilmissmissy said: Awwwww my gosh darlz- de nada!! Hey Tisse was your poem part of a personal journal or poetry journal? Or both?you're so more than welcome hon ...and no it wasn't part of any journal really just something I wrote I was writing a lot of poetry at the time but most of it I didn't keep coz I thought it was rubbish but this I was proud of Keep everything you write darlz!! I keep all of mine- even the stuff i think is rubbish!! It'z a wonderful, unique, reflection of your heart and soul!! Too precious.No hablo espanol,no!
Pero hablo ingles..ssii muy muy bien...
"Come into my world..."
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Natisse said: this is something I wrote a very long time ago... about 7 years ago in fact U are so talented with ur poetry love
JOURNEY HOME To quote from a master poet "Did you have a good world when you died?". I know not why these things do concern myself, only that they indeed repeatedly do. Reason is the quickest way to sorrow and redemption both parallel and unique, therefore why must I be the one to reason? shall no one compare tragedy to tragedy and see who scores the most points? surely in the game of sanity versus the insane both must have even scores. Love is lost, it seems, tonight and lost is the love I bore you forever, without which I shall surely perish. A white shirt and jeans are the only clues I have left to a legacy so far away from my eyes in the now. Please make yourself plentiful and drink from my cup, lest you miss me too much; lest I miss you too little. another cross in the meadow, for you, my dear ones, to show me once I get to destiny bay. Hope and pray of all prayers it shall be forthcoming with haste. The show must always go on; for we are the champions! blackened eyes mourn the passing of a supernatural aura so high in being it transcends all dignity and grace. Therefore we cannot dare touch nor see this ethereal one again, lest she banish us to oblivion in agony, not by her own doing. Sunshine be always in my eyes to lighten even dimmest nigh and hellest high, I pray once more to hear your softened voice; to see your jewel eyes and satin hair of length and grace. come to me both near and far so that I may join you in remembering that always we are one and that death is only the beginning of what spirit entrances the soul of dreams relived and retold. Heaven be always in my heart to lift the heavy luggage so long stowed in the deepest cargo bay infested with mirth and bitterness and hate, therefore releasing the tortured souls that are forever bound by only the thickest rope and tightest knot that no mere mortal can deny the passage through which it must go. Try and try alike I do, knowing in my pocket that love can be the forgotten key which lay dormant in my imagination only. Once more I pray it unlocks the key to my heart and being allowing the creation of a noble creature so rare and inviting salt water comes to mind and angels sing their lovely tune for only us to hear. O joy of joys let this be my parting! fill my body with a drop of wine and a pinch of salt around mine eyes, for I am starved and thirsty for life. I know not how to go ahead nor stand and count, therefore in dire need of sustenance- the subtle kind. Show me the way to heaven and I'll show why I'm there. tell me how to please you-nobody shall compare. Life so important; dare I even ask? the battle of evermore brings with it friend and foe, beast and beauty, much and therefore little. such as I hoped it would be, at last. Possible luxuries may not be needed after all.happiness is the way to hopelessness, someone once stated to me. Foolish behavior and reckless emotions may revere more than even promised. As a prophet said , be careful what you wish for- it may just come true. lesson herein comes from within your inner beauty and soul. read the times with caution , as many overlook one final step to after-heed what you have sowed and practice what you know. IS EVERYBODY IN?is everybody in? the ceremony is about to begin. Watch and learn I trust and pray. Blessed be. truly beautiful | |
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Ocean said: Natisse said: this is something I wrote a very long time ago... about 7 years ago in fact U are so talented with ur poetry love
JOURNEY HOME To quote from a master poet "Did you have a good world when you died?". I know not why these things do concern myself, only that they indeed repeatedly do. Reason is the quickest way to sorrow and redemption both parallel and unique, therefore why must I be the one to reason? shall no one compare tragedy to tragedy and see who scores the most points? surely in the game of sanity versus the insane both must have even scores. Love is lost, it seems, tonight and lost is the love I bore you forever, without which I shall surely perish. A white shirt and jeans are the only clues I have left to a legacy so far away from my eyes in the now. Please make yourself plentiful and drink from my cup, lest you miss me too much; lest I miss you too little. another cross in the meadow, for you, my dear ones, to show me once I get to destiny bay. Hope and pray of all prayers it shall be forthcoming with haste. The show must always go on; for we are the champions! blackened eyes mourn the passing of a supernatural aura so high in being it transcends all dignity and grace. Therefore we cannot dare touch nor see this ethereal one again, lest she banish us to oblivion in agony, not by her own doing. Sunshine be always in my eyes to lighten even dimmest nigh and hellest high, I pray once more to hear your softened voice; to see your jewel eyes and satin hair of length and grace. come to me both near and far so that I may join you in remembering that always we are one and that death is only the beginning of what spirit entrances the soul of dreams relived and retold. Heaven be always in my heart to lift the heavy luggage so long stowed in the deepest cargo bay infested with mirth and bitterness and hate, therefore releasing the tortured souls that are forever bound by only the thickest rope and tightest knot that no mere mortal can deny the passage through which it must go. Try and try alike I do, knowing in my pocket that love can be the forgotten key which lay dormant in my imagination only. Once more I pray it unlocks the key to my heart and being allowing the creation of a noble creature so rare and inviting salt water comes to mind and angels sing their lovely tune for only us to hear. O joy of joys let this be my parting! fill my body with a drop of wine and a pinch of salt around mine eyes, for I am starved and thirsty for life. I know not how to go ahead nor stand and count, therefore in dire need of sustenance- the subtle kind. Show me the way to heaven and I'll show why I'm there. tell me how to please you-nobody shall compare. Life so important; dare I even ask? the battle of evermore brings with it friend and foe, beast and beauty, much and therefore little. such as I hoped it would be, at last. Possible luxuries may not be needed after all.happiness is the way to hopelessness, someone once stated to me. Foolish behavior and reckless emotions may revere more than even promised. As a prophet said , be careful what you wish for- it may just come true. lesson herein comes from within your inner beauty and soul. read the times with caution , as many overlook one final step to after-heed what you have sowed and practice what you know. IS EVERYBODY IN?is everybody in? the ceremony is about to begin. Watch and learn I trust and pray. Blessed be. truly beautiful thank you hon   | |
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Natisse said: Ocean said: U are so talented with ur poetry love
truly beautiful thank you hon u should post more love | |
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Ocean said: Natisse said: thank you hon u should post more love | |
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Dear Friend
You have been a Friend so true Through ups and downs You shine like the sun and Shower your love like the rain You are a Sister, Wife, and Friend You inspire everyone around you With your generous heart That burns as bright as a flame You see life as new as a child and With wisdom as keen as an adult You manage to love the ones you hold dear Looking beyond our faults You are a wonderful women With such strength and grace Your smile and beauty make this world A better place Thanks for being my Best Friend Always knowing how to brighten my day Your Friendship means more to me Than any words could ever say | |
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Stars of Mankind
We became friends from our writing against wars and fighting Sharing a kindness and compassion for the world around us A strong desire to speak out it is our spirit that guides us without a doubt Though generations separate us in age it closes the gap when the pen hits the page Genuine caring and concern for mankind as strong as the need for the sun to shine Our words are our gifts from deep in our soul as precious as all of the silver and gold Your writings are your legacy and your estate ways to pass on your love instead of hate This is how I felt I must give my thanks to YOU for inspiring me to express on paper my words to be true Your opinions encouraged me to give of my soul to speak of my wishes for this world as a whole Thanks for putting your beliefs into words for your story will be forever heard For it’s people like you that shine as bright as a star you are the true meaning of man”kind” by far * written for an elderly friend of mine that I met through the newspaper opinion section. He is a very special man. | |
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(untitled) Twenty suicidal tendencies a day, Tired but yet old. Bed-ridden, and animated only in sporadic, violent oscillation, And looking every one of my years two-fold. "The seventeenth 'last time' will be the easiest", I joked. The doctor was not amused and his whole countenance frowned. I croaked. From lip to brow and back again, a wave of disapproval. "What are we going to do with you?", he said. "I don't know, but if you give me a cigarette I'll be your best friend" He took his frown and rose from beside my bed. I croaked again and drifted off to sleep, smiling foolishly to the end. | |
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Sincerely, Please Don't Die
I heard you calling out last night. Oh tell me, did you fall? 'Twas raining hard, and more besides, I was watching football. Your family were not at home, and didn't rush to your aid? Your boastful tongue has cost you that, as now their loyalty fades. They never knew the man you are, but now the murmurs grow. Blood is only so thick, and thus, in time you'll reap what was sown, A bitter, vile crop that sheds your skin, laid bare to all. Sincerely please don't die because I'd rather watch you fall. | |
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