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Wow! chills

"Behind closed doors"

I gaze upon an empty altar
Though I have yet to falter
Where's the peace I search after?
Impatient, I tie this halter
Fixed onto a hanging rafter.

Knotted lace holds my disgrace
A fragile case remains misplaced
May I recover what I've lost?
No race or chase may help retrace
Exhausted, my hopes are tossed.


Scarred, I've let down my guard
Under assault, and now bombarded
Will I ever settle this score?
Surrounded, my walls are barred
If only I stayed behind closed doors.

This is where I come when I feel a need to vent,I`ll lay down my cards till I`m emotionally spent. Everyone`s allowed,both good and bad, whether you`re a Jesuit priest or a dead beat dad. Some here are stupid,some here are smart,some laugh at innuendo some laugh when you fart. I`ve said some things offensive and i`ve spoken from my heart,some replies proved me stupid, some replies proved me smart. I`ve been banned several times but I keep coming back,like a drug resistant strain of a bacterial attack. But now I`ve payed 10 bucks and I finally went legit,and now i won`t be banned for saying piss, fuck or shit!

I Gave up Everything to Gain it All.

That All was to Know your Embrace
I will not Listen to Them.
For They do Not Know Love.

I Knew How the Universe was made.
In Her Heavenly Abode,

I was There when the First Stars Shone
I was Light in the Darkness
I was Before the Moon, and the Tides,

Before the Creatures Crawled Forth
From when the Oceans Sent Forth Life
I Could See from an Eye Within,
The Spark in my Mind knew Everything.

Without Words I could Speak,
Without Hands I could Levitate
With Just my Thoughts Could Create.
And my Soul Lit my Spine
When I Asked for Love to Burn my Heart.
To Know your Smaller Hands
To Protect You from Man's Existence
That Could Extinguish in an Instant.

You are Beauty Personified,
And I Called you My Creation,
To Claim the Abandoned Bride,
When You were all Alone,
I Promised You Would not be Alone Again

Even When the Sun Aged,
And a New Sun Would Form,
Lighting up the Ages,
Extending to the Universe
They Marry in their Passions
To Where the Womb is
To its Scattered Seed,
Children Come Forth from the Clouds
Sons from the Sky,
Daughters from the Earth,
The Veil Breaks Free,
The Wings Fall and Tear,
The Sky Lets Down Rain
The Elements, Fire,
The Shooting Star and a Serpent
And I am Bound in Chains

Come to me my love, let me taste of the Nuptial Fruit, draw deep from the well spring of your love. Fore ours is likened to those who are under the spell of a love potion , who’s magic is exposed, witnessed and made manifest. . Its essence like an elixir poured from the vessel of our being, with each stroke we consummate our love for one another , our corporeal vessels merging as one. Our bodies swell and fill to overfull , soaked with the sweet sweat of our lovemaking.

Be ever gentle with me , caress and consol my soul with your burning kisses , bequeath to me your everlasting love, that I will always tremble at your touch. Your touch upon my skin is likened to the musician who plucks the string of the lyre, the harmony and pitch reaching fevered peaks. Or perhaps as if Aphrodite herself were plucking the strings of her lyre exciting the passions of our hearts and loins.

Guard and protect our love that I will always, till the end of my days blush at the mere thought of our moments together, obliged as such to keep such thoughts for private moments. Moments to be kept secret to prevent mischief from interrupting the memory of our sumptuous moments together shared in the throws of passion . Our love eternal and complete.


Yes my love I bequeath to you my everlasting love and devotion to you and you alone. I do not oblige you to elucidate or to utter even one word, for your touch alone conveys in full our requited love for one another.

And always know my love that I will always be there to minister to your body, to meet your every need , to devise when necessary your unspoken needs, wants and desires . Truly I am a beneficiary of some fortuitous event put into action by the very Fates themselves, now witnessed in the ethers and made manifest here on earth.

Each new day it is as if our love is replenished and made new, as if it were our first meeting filled with anticipation and desire. My only fear is that the morning sun will come up, exposing this as but just a dream.

Ok, I wrote one, I can't believe it. Never wrote a poem in my life, but you guys totally inspired me. Here goes

A child is born
of a Mom and a Dad
A sibling or three sprinkled in
A happy cupcake, don't we make?

A child is born
on a swoosh and a skate
No more a thought than
a crumb on a plate.

Pumping out joy and willing to wait
Hearts all a fire, anticipates desire
Befallen, whilst life fails to deliver
Not even a sliver.....of mirrored joy.

Eons later, no longer a hater
She beckons on the light
to shine forth from warm
center of centers-the never ending
sea of God's Holy Graces

I love it!!!! Very good PC, really

I want to thank you Doc and all of the other posters here. I haven't written anything in years. You guys with all of your creativity have gotten me inspired and I've been writing again, I would like to share with you the first poem I've written in about 15 years.


Welcome Home

Welcome home
The walls are black
Up on the mantle
Lie souls in a sack

Winds rush through branches
Of trees all dead
The way they move
It puts fear in your head

Welcome home
To the ashes of the past
All of your joy
Can no longer last

All of your love
Is now dead and gone
Memories all fade
The world has moved on

Welcome home
There is nothing here for you
Nowhere to run
Nothing you can do

This is it
You cant go on
The corpse of hope
Lies on your lawn

Welcome home
Take your last breath
Welcome home
I am death

It's not as good as a lot I've seen in this thread, still I'm happy with it and I'm even more happy to find that when I sit down to be creative I'm not staring at a blank screen or sheet of paper till I quit out of frustration.

Once again thank you all.

so for 10 bucks I can tell the truth about a certain chip on my shoulder?

But for twenty I can get boulder

With forty without rest I put it to the test

I would pay that amount to get him to attest

Yes this is a sign i am colder.

You know AC, I was thinking, someone should start another thread where we just add on a verse each and see what we can create. Maybe next weekend?

You never wrote a poem? Could have fooled me, great job, Isis! I like the rhythm to it, how it builds.

cool idea, have another, you should shave your armpits

Ok, I wrote one, I can't believe it. Never wrote a poem in my life, but you guys totally inspired me. Here goes

A child is born
of a Mom and a Dad
A sibling or three sprinkled in
A happy cupcake, don't we make?

A child is born
on a swoosh and a skate
No more a thought than
a crumb on a plate.

Pumping out joy and willing to wait
Hearts all a fire, anticipates desire
Befallen, whilst life fails to deliver
Not even a sliver.....of mirrored joy.

Eons later, no longer a hater
She beckons on the light
to shine forth from warm
center of centers-the never ending
sea of God's Holy Graces

Thanks Lily, I cannot believe I produced a poem. This is fantastic to me. I have never felt I had one iota of ability when it came to this type of expression. But when I started reading all these amazing entries, it stirred something in me, I was almost like, higher self, you go girl, like it was coming from some other part of me. Such a cool freedom. I may even be a convert. Its too bad I was taught in school that it HAD TO BE WRITTEN A CERTAIN WAY, cause that is such bullshit.

cool idea, have another, you should shave your armpits

Nice:)

Hey prick! why don`t you learn some civility!? She paid you a compliment for that garbled shit you call a poem and you need to act like a bitch?

DO YOU KNOW ME ????


I am myself no matter what,
Sometimes good sometimes not,
But here in what you think you see,
Remains the real and unseen me.

You'll see the me that you expect,
Because it's you that I reflect,
This expertise has taken time,
But is it art or is it crime?

It's me who shapes this outer shell,
It's me who knows myself so well,
So insecure but you are too,
That I'm not me and you're not you.

And if we understand that fear,
We can meet each other here,
Accepting little flaws we find,
With loving hearts and open minds,

And someday we will wonder why,
We ever tried to live a lie,
We'll know we're better off by far,
To love each other as we are!

DO YOU KNOW ME ????


I am myself no matter what,
Sometimes good sometimes not,
But here in what you think you see,
Remains the real and unseen me.

You'll see the me that you expect,
Because it's you that I reflect,
This expertise has taken time,
But is it art or is it crime?

It's me who shapes this outer shell,
It's me who knows myself so well,
So insecure but you are too,
That I'm not me and you're not you.

And if we understand that fear,
We can meet each other here,
Accepting little flaws we find,
With loving hearts and open minds,

And someday we will wonder why,
We ever tried to live a lie,
We'll know we're better off by far,
To love each other as we are!

WE

Confused, unknowing, aimless we travail,
The secrets of why, we search to no avail

Finite in the flesh, imaginably infinite as the soul,
We continually seek but cannot pinpoint our role

In ignorance we create the tools of our own demise,
Threatening to end our quest with billions of endgame cries

Hateful, jealous, prideful, filled with much greed,
These injurious emotions from our own minds do we breed

A scourge on our planet, a plague to our orb's companion's,
The river of transgressions, cutting our own wicked canyon

But through the murky turbidity redeeming qualities do emerge,
Perhaps preventing a dire fate and our concluding, forlorn dirge

Love, compassion, hope - Virtuous traits are these,
A boundless curiousity that cannot be appeased

Creativity we possess, from an endless cup does it flow,
Beautiful song, straight from our souls we do show

Wonderful stories, we conceive merely with our minds,
With endless possibilities, our great fables are entwined

Perchance there is hope for our lonely species after all,
Or maybe it's unrestrained optimism to think we won't fall

On the brink of destruction many times have we been,
Only to roar back , our great story still being penned

If anything, there is one notion that can truly be said,
Our resilience is mighty, we always forge ahead

However, dear reader, a real danger gloomily prevails,
An enemy with power to ensure that our quest will fail

To find the answer not very deep into the mind must we delve,
Our extinction's likely source is our worst enemy - ourselves

Confused, unknowing, aimless we travail,
The secrets of why, we search to no avail.