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Printableluv4all7 said: I am by no means a poet, so don't LAUGH!!!!! I never wrote a poem in my life, but when my dad died I wrote a couple and it made me feel good.
Heres one of them (I was pregnant with my son when he died, so that's what it's about.) 
Life is like a flower such beauty and such grace. The flower gets old and withers a new life takes its place. The new flower also has beauty but with the old its hard to part. I will have to keep it's memory alive here within my heart. If only there was a way that these two flowers could meet. That would be the only way to make my life complete. Both flowers have such meaning. The old among the new. Perhaps there was not space in my heart to share among the two.  that is beautiful   | |
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Natisse said: luv4all7 said: I am by no means a poet, so don't LAUGH!!!!! I never wrote a poem in my life, but when my dad died I wrote a couple and it made me feel good.
Heres one of them (I was pregnant with my son when he died, so that's what it's about.)
Life is like a flower such beauty and such grace. The flower gets old and withers a new life takes its place. The new flower also has beauty but with the old its hard to part. I will have to keep it's memory alive here within my heart. If only there was a way that these two flowers could meet. That would be the only way to make my life complete. Both flowers have such meaning. The old among the new. Perhaps there was not space in my heart to share among the two. that is beautiful i agree, but it makes me sad. 
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mrdespues said: Natisse said: that is beautiful i agree, but it makes me sad.
me too... I better not post the one I wrote after my Mum passed on | |
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Natisse said: mrdespues said: i agree, but it makes me sad.
me too... I better not post the one I wrote after my Mum passed on Post it please. I f your comfortable. Those ones always make ya feel best. Post it, and I'll post another Dad one.  | |
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luv4all7 said: Natisse said: me too... I better not post the one I wrote after my Mum passed on Post it please. I f your comfortable. Those ones always make ya feel best. Post it, and I'll post another Dad one. it's not very good 
Daffodil Day... Looking at my world now Music, colour and love above all What do we live for?; Where do we go? If not heaven, where? The answer to the questions most purtent in my mind lay somewhere between my heart and the ceiling To grasp them I must first know what it is I am asking for Most people go through life with a heavy heart full of past regrets, hurt and lost loves simply put, your soul never rests A daffodil or rose puts happiness within reach pleasure comes with seeing true rainbows of white Then trying to climb them. | |
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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. | |
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Natisse said: luv4all7 said: Post it please. I f your comfortable. Those ones always make ya feel best. Post it, and I'll post another Dad one. it's not very good
Daffodil Day... Looking at my world now Music, colour and love above all What do we live for?; Where do we go? If not heaven, where? The answer to the questions most purtent in my mind lay somewhere between my heart and the ceiling To grasp them I must first know what it is I am asking for Most people go through life with a heavy heart full of past regrets, hurt and lost loves simply put, your soul never rests A daffodil or rose puts happiness within reach pleasure comes with seeing true rainbows of white Then trying to climb them. It's beautiful!
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luv4all7 said: Natisse said: it's not very good
Daffodil Day... Looking at my world now Music, colour and love above all What do we live for?; Where do we go? If not heaven, where? The answer to the questions most purtent in my mind lay somewhere between my heart and the ceiling To grasp them I must first know what it is I am asking for Most people go through life with a heavy heart full of past regrets, hurt and lost loves simply put, your soul never rests A daffodil or rose puts happiness within reach pleasure comes with seeing true rainbows of white Then trying to climb them. It's beautiful!
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Natisse said: 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. Where is this from? I recognise the Jim Morrision line. | |
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LleeLlee said: Natisse said: 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. Where is this from? I recognise the Jim Morrision line. I wrote it in 1998  | |
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A little poem I put in a card for my best friend Linda..
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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shanti0608 said: A little poem I put in a card for my best friend Linda..
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 aww | |
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For a dear friend of mine that passed away last August - he was 92 yrs old..For Frank
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 | |
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shanti0608 said: For a dear friend of mine that passed away last August - he was 92 yrs old..For Frank
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  Thank you | |
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Ride Ride Ride your fast bike,
Sky down the mountain after a long long hike, It’s a thrill, It’s a thrill My little pill, I know just how to Fill you, I know just how to Fill you, My little pill, My little Phil,  | |
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mdiver2 said: shanti0608 said: For a dear friend of mine that passed away last August - he was 92 yrs old..For Frank
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 Thank you It was my way of showing him how honored I was to have known him.. I am glad I had the chance to give it to him before his passing.. | |
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Imago said: Ride Ride Ride your fast bike,
Sky down the mountain after a long long hike, It’s a thrill, It’s a thrill My little pill, I know just how to Fill you, I know just how to Fill you, My little pill, My little Phil,  | |
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I never said I was the one to make you,
So don't let the thought of this break you, I was only taking a piss, My sweet little Chris, And now I post so very weary, For your rhetoric is as scary as your chest is hairy, Even though I'm pretty sure you still want me to pop your cherry. | |
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Imago said: I never said I was the one to make you,
So don't let the thought of this break you, I was only taking a piss, My sweet little Chris, And now I post so very weary, For your rhetoric is as scary as your chest is hairy, Even though I'm pretty sure you still want me to pop your cherry. | |
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Imago said: I never said I was the one to make you,
So don't let the thought of this break you, I was only taking a piss, My sweet little Chris, And now I post so very weary, For your rhetoric is as scary as your chest is hairy, Even though I'm pretty sure you still want me to pop your cherry. | |
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Natisse said: LleeLlee said: Where is this from? I recognise the Jim Morrision line. I wrote it in 1998  | |
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Fauxie said: Imago said: written to an old friend of mine from back in the day.
You think you're so deserving, You think you have it all, But my love, they will start laughing and jeering, when the final curtain falls, Torturous fate, no environment made, An effigy of a imago unrealized, Torturous fate, or mechanical animal, a newborn facade circumcised, And don't say I didn't warn you my sweet, for the poison of your mother's voice drags you still, To the alter of your of unscrupulous farce, And don't pretend you won't crumble , 'cause I know you will. The butt of a joke, A faint preceding the cracking of a skull, And don't you go thinking that I will be fascinated by it all, by your text book tragedy my sweet, depressing but dreadfully dull, So bask in your glory before adoring fans, for I know with that spine of yours like jelly, when witch hunt comes for you, I shall enjoy watching you slither on your fucking belly,  WTF? No "lips around my penis"?  A circumsicion was the closest we got this time. | |
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Looking up at dawn-
This landscape that never ends. The passing months that comes in like hard rains It mends the sensation that Time is running out! our figures are wasting Soon we escape Adolescent paradox. Soon only fate will holds in our place. A giant cry escapes Around this landscape-like a richochet off metal! You turn back to the past Your stance turns fetal You want to run! But remember Extend the wings in order to soar above landscape. | |
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applekisses said: Fauxie said: WTF? No "lips around my penis"? A circumsicion was the closest we got this time.I love Dan's poems. They're so full of this aggressive bluster and frankly rather menacing imagery, and yet I know ultimately the subject matter of all of them is a bad hair day. | |
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curious 2 know what others think of what I posted. love M | |
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missmad said: curious 2 know what others think of what I posted. love M
ditto. Raw State of Nature 9.30 *very vivid **positive but not overwhelming positive which is a good thing well acording to me. i enjoyed quite alot. your a good poet! whats your inspiration! | |
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Fauxie said: applekisses said: A circumsicion was the closest we got this time.I love Dan's poems. They're so full of this aggressive bluster and frankly rather menacing imagery, and yet I know ultimately the subject matter of all of them is a bad hair day. | |
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Imago said: Fauxie said: I love Dan's poems. They're so full of this aggressive bluster and frankly rather menacing imagery, and yet I know ultimately the subject matter of all of them is a bad hair day. You're so cute when you use big words and adjectives and all that. A typical Imago poem usually contains the following words: jelly butt skull fucking (f)arce carcass ... [Edited 8/9/06 18:38pm] | |
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Fauxie said: Imago said: You're so cute when you use big words and adjectives and all that. A typical Imago poem usually contains the following words: jelly butt skull fucking (f)arce carcass ... [Edited 8/9/06 18:38pm] 
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I cant say these words
without hoping you listen everywhere I go I just mutter them underneath my breath as an incantation hearhehearmehearme I keep repeating myself over and over again until the sound echoes in my head and all I hear is emptyiness |
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