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The Poetry Korner Fashioned after "Patty's Poetry Corner" at NPGMC.....feel free to contribute.
Thank you Patty, wherever you are...  [Edited 10/2/07 9:14am] | |
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I'm starting out with darker thoughts,
but hopefully there will be brighter thoughts as well.... | |
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The Darkness
I feel darkness enclosing me even though people surround me.. always on the outside of the rim. The glass is sometimes full, other times empty. I fall and drown in the empty glass a sense of calm encircling me. | |
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The Sea
The boat left the shore and sailed out to sea the sunset beautiful and the water deep. I died that day in the orange and red made my home at the bottom of that deep blue bed. | |
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Friendly Foes
Huh, so cold and calculated. They say they care for a while. But then they turn and use you, mock you, and abuse you. [Edited 9/27/07 8:17am] | |
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Eve
The face of Eve before me The apple in her mouth Dear Eve, I said, What the hell were you thinking?! | |
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The Hurt and Pain
The hurt the pain aren't going away not today maybe tomorrow will be a brighter day... | |
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Now then, forgive the occasional youtube
I may throw in now and then...it's poetry in motion, afterall... lol Enjoy.... http://youtube.com/watch?v=elvQ4Pgpbfk | |
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obsessed said: Eve
The face of Eve before me The apple in her mouth Dear Eve, I said, What the hell were you thinking?! Oh I loved this one! Been there a few times myself.. such a wonderful light bulb moment that ebbs away at the haunting shadows of the past... | |
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Angels or illusions
You can talk to a dove and so easily mistaken it for an angel For its words recede deeply beneath its wings I have had a conversation with the setting sun beside the Caledonia river and Mount Reynard Its rays reflect on the water at my feet releasing silver words unbeknownst to me The dove speaks in parables about Jesus and James It Sings songs i'll never understand The sunset speaks like an old man with dying eyes Knowing the beginning middle and end of all things neither talk back in my language but their power is more than words You can mistaken water willows for the parting of the red sea and Manipulate fate and reason to calm yourself But willows smells nothing like the sea so it is a great deception to claim it otherwise Willows will forever be willows The dove is forever a dove And i am just a man burdened Built perfect and imperfect in every way Try and personify every object under and above the horizon will bring nothing for they are not human build pillars and idols, saints and crosses But the dove, will always be a dove the sunset is will always hide beneath the earth willows will never be seas and humans tell brilliant stories I am a Rail Road, Track Abandoned
With the Sunset forgetting, i ever Happened http://www.myspace.com/stolenmorning | |
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obsessed said: The Hurt and Pain
The hurt the pain aren't going away not today maybe tomorrow will be a brighter day... my phone is heavy | |
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EmbattledWarrior said: Angels or illusions
You can talk to a dove and so easily mistaken it for an angel For its words recede deeply beneath its wings I have had a conversation with the setting sun beside the Caledonia river and Mount Reynard Its rays reflect on the water at my feet releasing silver words unbeknownst to me The dove speaks in parables about Jesus and James It Sings songs i'll never understand The sunset speaks like an old man with dying eyes Knowing the beginning middle and end of all things neither talk back in my language but their power is more than words You can mistaken water willows for the parting of the red sea and Manipulate fate and reason to calm yourself But willows smells nothing like the sea so it is a great deception to claim it otherwise Willows will forever be willows The dove is forever a dove And i am just a man burdened Built perfect and imperfect in every way Try and personify every object under and above the horizon will bring nothing for they are not human build pillars and idols, saints and crosses But the dove, will always be a dove the sunset is will always hide beneath the earth willows will never be seas and humans tell brilliant stories lovely...  
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White Cliffs of Dover
Come and walk with me, I will tell you the tale, of a lost man and his lover, South end by the sea, With a wind so care free, Beside the White Cliffs of Dover. If his life’s a whim then hers are five petals, Of the most dulcet flower, round the spring they spin, A new life they begin, beside the White Cliffs of Dover, Her passionate cries, there he found his fair love, beside the light house rover, watched her body rise, Like a lunar kissed tide, Beside the White Cliffs of Dover. So i told the tale, behind a Cinnamon sky, Of a lost man and his lover, these words I avail, into a jump near gale, off the White Cliffs of Dover. I am a Rail Road, Track Abandoned
With the Sunset forgetting, i ever Happened http://www.myspace.com/stolenmorning | |
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(witnessed a native american funeral ceremony, Reminded me of a grecian pyre inspired me to write)
Where the Mountains Touch the Sky When the wind changes, For the flight of a thousand souls, the hills and the sea flow so nostalgically, and the sun rises for all those, Who’ve been swallowed whole. When the moon arranges, A ceremony to marry the sky, every colour of melancholy, take part in the wistful folly, of a phoenix and her silent cries, dying admits stars of Aurora July, When a streamlet graces, The twilight of this amber night, The shaman dips his fragile mirror, emerges with a light, so dulcet and bitter, elysian fields trigger this afterlife, My soul ablaze in the fire of the night. Tears trek to the mountain, Where the light touches the sky, the rain gazer beats his drum, invoking a rhythm so numb, It lulls the shaman, Lulls the skies, i know this burning will never die, I know this fire will never die, Upon the mountain where the light touches the sky I am a Rail Road, Track Abandoned
With the Sunset forgetting, i ever Happened http://www.myspace.com/stolenmorning | |
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Sad Eyes
Beyond the black sail lays my northern horizon Where London and Paris join the eastern sun I lay in this bed of virgin white lenin thinking of the sad eyes of my loved one The South Wind ropes around my wounds Like a rising tide engulfing the shore Pirrouttes of rain bleed down the canvas Drenching the gown she wore She made love to me behind the lunar surge Swallowing her vessel into its womb Manipulated by the forces of her electricity creating a sexual monsoon And now I feel nostalgic for the sea, watching amongst the widows walk for a love from galilee, Dancing with pirates on the ship of my dreams, Sailing... Sailing away... Like all my father's before me Into Nirvanas hands, i lay me down to sleep Betting on the notion of her love for me I shall see her again beside the golden fields we shall forever be in each others arms for she is my only Achilles heel Full Fathom five my heart arrives in a maelstrom of emotion near the river styx I repent every lie i uttered to her into the water, i drop her crucifix Charon please pull me to your boat for i am sinking with no plan to rise just grant me that northern horizon so forever i could look into her sad eyes I am a Rail Road, Track Abandoned
With the Sunset forgetting, i ever Happened http://www.myspace.com/stolenmorning | |
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Embattledwarrior, I love your poems....they're beautifully moving and haunting.
Thank you for contributing...I hope you'll share more when the mood moves you..... Mmmm, "Sad Eyes" brought forth some tears.... | |
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And to drummingout, indeed it is...a light bulb moment... lol
I hope you'll share some of your wonderful creations as well as time goes on.... | |
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tony23k said: obsessed said: The Hurt and Pain
The hurt the pain aren't going away not today maybe tomorrow will be a brighter day... Today is a much brighter day, thank you.... You've always been an honest and dear friend. | |
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..... ABSURDISM ..... If I placed a tune at the tip of your tongue, what song would you become? A cloth upon your breast, of what fabric and style your dress? Your life in the chapters of a book, of what title and cover look? Your fingertips a brush, the picture painted by your touch? [Edited 9/28/07 13:12pm] | |
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obsessed said: Embattledwarrior, I love your poems....they're beautifully moving and haunting.
Thank you for contributing...I hope you'll share more when the mood moves you..... Mmmm, "Sad Eyes" brought forth some tears....  Agreed
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EmbattledWarrior
indeed... great work! | |
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some of my poems i have posted in a thread titled Angel out!!!!! | |
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missmad said: some of my poems i have posted in a thread titled Angel out!!!!!
Thank you..I did see that. [Edited 9/29/07 10:54am] | |
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Dang this org... lol
Anyway, let's try to give Adam and Eve a better rap... make it more equal maybe... Adam's rib pulled forth to make a strong, yet delicate creature. Bright eyes like the sun Flowing hair like the sheaves of wheat Soft, ruby red lips and skin as smooth as spun silk. She lay down beside Adam and softly asked why she was there. He said you're here for me and I'm here for you And so they kissed and a thousand stars came out to play. And the world went away if even for just a little while. [Edited 9/28/07 23:44pm] | |
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obsessed said: Dang this org... lol
Anyway, let's try to give Adam and Eve a better rap... make it more equal maybe... Adam's rib pulled forth to make a strong, yet delicate creature. Bright eyes like the sun Flowing hair like the sheaves of wheat Soft, ruby red lips and skin as smooth as spun silk. She lay down beside Adam and softly asked why she was there. He said you're here for me and I'm here for you And so they kissed and a thousand stars came out to play. And the world went away if even for just a little while. [Edited 9/28/07 23:44pm] I really love this... Adam and Eve was always my favorite story from the bible good work, and thnx all for the compliments I am a Rail Road, Track Abandoned
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Starry Nights
Sometimes i climb upon a mountain top, To breathe in the crystal air of your imagination From the sky i watch the river Of your momentary grace flowing To replenish this hole in my soul The air, The River, The Hills and the sea, take part in a view of my fantasy, which retains the image of you And i'll watch your smile upon the mountain top i'll stare and glare and they'll ask why? And i say, Her eyes are in the sky! Thats why i fall in love once upon a Starry Night [Edited 9/29/07 0:38am] I am a Rail Road, Track Abandoned
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Heaven and Earth
I climbed to the top of mount tai to catch a glimpse of the morning sun A voice came from beneath a cloud and revealed to me a song "i will give you all the gold in the world And all the precious pearls in the deep fame and fortune and a death of old age All i ask is for you to worship me" I propped myself beside the cliff and watched the clouds clear a vision for me "i only crave silken hue of the morning yet you offer riches for my belief" I politely decline, closed my eyes and waited for that morning sun The voice came back with another offer this ordeal has just begun I offer you Heaven and Earth and all the kingdoms in-between I declined again with a sigh 'Kind sir you just can't see" My soul is without design I can only experience harmony Although their are ten thousand forms of life They all belong to one tree I do not lust for barriers and boundaries For i believe in open handedness I am not ashamed of poverty In world upon world of spirits Heaven produces nothing so it is something you cannot give And the earth already belongs to me for i live by actionless action the morning sun began to rise and i acended to my feet, i eyed a cloud with an amber hue stepped upon its form and asked for its stability with humble greatness the cloud concurred and made my weary footsteps firm many men will see and fear the world But i am one with heaven and earth I am a Rail Road, Track Abandoned
With the Sunset forgetting, i ever Happened http://www.myspace.com/stolenmorning | |
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