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Anonymous Coward User ID: 28902560 Australia 04/19/2013 02:43 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | In a poetry mood. Quoting: . 33921866 In the day, the sun comes out, though you may not always see it, when the clouds are overhead. the animals are busy, making a living, the birds build their nests, and the people, they are busy too... Driving along the roads, waiting, at bus stops. ROSES ARE RED VIOLETS ARE BLUE POETRY IS GAY AND SO ARE YOU |
. (OP) User ID: 33921866 United States 04/19/2013 02:48 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | If only you knew, the things I know, lend me your ear, i'll tell them to you. moving along, this untraveled road, when our paths cross, the atoms explode. Oh where has it gone? All of the time, astray in reality, lost in the mind. If only you knew, the things I know, plant a seed, and let it grow. Am I alive? Or am I dead, these thoughts are running through my head, though its no doubt that im alive, but in my dreams, will I survive? Am I awake, or in a dream? Just want it to be what it seems, but nothing ever seems to be, especially now, especially me. One day, I found pandoras box, It didnt even have a lock. so the one fact I could see, someone opened it, before me. But that which was contained inside, no living mortal soul could hide, amongst the secrets of the dead, swimming around inside my head. And all these things that I did see, made me question reality, and then in turn I felt alone, even though these secrets weren't my own. It seems the sentinels of crime, have known the secrets for some time, and in a shallow demons bed, they rested their wicked little heads. But demons never win you see, for they depend on you, and me. and without us, they would surely die. Compliments of the all seeing eye. |
. (OP) User ID: 33921866 United States 04/19/2013 02:50 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | In a poetry mood. Quoting: . 33921866 In the day, the sun comes out, though you may not always see it, when the clouds are overhead. the animals are busy, making a living, the birds build their nests, and the people, they are busy too... Driving along the roads, waiting, at bus stops. ROSES ARE RED VIOLETS ARE BLUE POETRY IS GAY AND SO ARE YOU There used to be a few poets here... |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 38951246 United States 04/27/2013 12:08 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | April is National Poetry Month considering other acts of cruelty perpetrated in April it seems small consolation that one can distill an essence out of words that calls to mind a sense of time and place i hear the bells and birds through open windows and sit in the light of a sun that is not yet warm to dream of grace |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 37616223 United States 04/27/2013 12:09 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | If only you knew, Quoting: . 33921866 the things I know, lend me your ear, i'll tell them to you. moving along, this untraveled road, when our paths cross, the atoms explode. Oh where has it gone? All of the time, astray in reality, lost in the mind. If only you knew, the things I know, plant a seed, and let it grow. Am I alive? Or am I dead, these thoughts are running through my head, though its no doubt that im alive, but in my dreams, will I survive? Am I awake, or in a dream? Just want it to be what it seems, but nothing ever seems to be, especially now, especially me. One day, I found pandoras box, It didnt even have a lock. so the one fact I could see, someone opened it, before me. But that which was contained inside, no living mortal soul could hide, amongst the secrets of the dead, swimming around inside my head. And all these things that I did see, made me question reality, and then in turn I felt alone, even though these secrets weren't my own. It seems the sentinels of crime, have known the secrets for some time, and in a shallow demons bed, they rested their wicked little heads. But demons never win you see, for they depend on you, and me. and without us, they would surely die. Compliments of the all seeing eye. Nice OP :D |
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Éireann User ID: 38910279 United States 04/27/2013 12:19 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | (written and published 1992, Piedmont Press) I stood looking up through clouds listening As my mother said, "She has gone to a better place." Puzzled, I turned looked into my mother's tear stained face (asking the usual eight year old questions.) In a room filled with familiar faces and conversations on something lost I wandered. I found her there; sleeping. I quickly rushed to quiet the crowd. "Mother!", I exclaimed Grandma is not lost she is asleep over there I have found her. Showered by smiles and kisses I knew I had done a good thing. "She's cold though. She needs a blanket." I turned to see my father bowed on single knee his head lowered his eyes closed as if paying homage to a queen "Father?", I said slowly (He looked up, but could not see.) "You can give her blankee." (It was the one she'd made for me.) Last Edited by Eireann on 04/27/2013 12:21 PM Eireann~ I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me. - Galatians 2:20 |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 5463137 United States 04/27/2013 01:40 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | A burden too hard to bear A soft, warm heart was hardened Eyes blank with a glossed stare And all the dew was frozen And winter had its fun The Lord was found forsaken And winter had no Son I looked up into heaven To see the hope of spring To see the frost and all that was lost And the Son warm everything The answer clear, the Son is near He comes quickly bearing spring The end is near, The Lord hold dear His children under His wing |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 5463137 United States 04/27/2013 01:44 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Oh Lord who found fault in me Don’t look upon my sin Look unto your son, the Christ ‘Twas He who bore my sin I am alone before You And have not any excuse It was Your grace and love You poured upon me That I did abuse Forgive me, revive me from my sin From death to life must I begin That all the gifts I receive from You I learn not to misuse |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 5463137 United States 04/27/2013 01:46 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Dreamer's Drink As I lay against the rusted sink Haunted spells are whom I drink As truth is seen through curtained lies My haunted, liquid lullaby And from my thought a dream emits A torch-lit horse, a riders bliss An embers flight; midnight delight As dawn returns my dream dismiss |
Éireann User ID: 38910279 United States 04/27/2013 02:12 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Keep in mind the open doors Quoting: sdavis642 And find out where they're hiding Take a step into the light That always seems so blinding Enjoy the days as time fades away And enjoy the treasures worth finding Oh wow.... That's beautiful :) Thank you! Eireann~ I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me. - Galatians 2:20 |
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CrapWhisperer User ID: 4126031 United States 04/27/2013 02:26 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Where the Angels Die Originally Posted: oh, over a decade ago... On this harrowing night of my troubled years In this strange forest damp with August tears Where the winsome dreams of life are doomed I came to walk with the pallid moon And a chill of sorrow crossed my brow The misted mire; it wept somehow With a bitter scream of a silent pain The weeping dreams of a silent rain Dark waving branches wet and grim Scratched in my ears with a fearsome din They clawed at the stars and pulled at my skin These hard waving branches -- so bare; so grim How sorrowed I feel walking slowly beneath every bent branch and raining leaf I can hear the angel of summer cry As she kisses farewell to the warmth of the sky With her wings of color... -- her wings of soft color; now rusted and dry She cries to me ..for her tender flowers and ferns Her bittersweet song fills my ears Like the sorrowing wind of late autumn Like the cold, chilling wind of late autumn Aye, but something terrifies; deeper still It mourns in the hanging hopeless branches As they all careen in the exploding wind And the dark beast follows me It follows behind the rising rock I can feel its icy eyes in my heart Its soft lips parting; so blue, so cold Whispering with undying sadness.. "Sleep.. Sleep.. and forget me..." Silver visions slip through the forest Crystal-winged cherubs hang their heads -- -- so terribly burdened Upon the high rock I come to stand And they wail with such terrible tears Sullen grey wooded mist rolls with me I feel her fingers trailing in it.. Her fingers that warmed me once And now, shall warm no more The tendrils of the willows slip into the dust They slip deep into sorrow; deep down in the dust Never utter her name again For she is lost, for time without end For time without end will the moon chill the sun For time without end a love is undone What is this dread place where the angels die? I can sense all these soft-winged skeletons cry Endless dark tears rain down from the sky The soil is weary; 'tis hard and dry The wind has grown heavy and nothing may fly What is this dread place where the angels die? Written by an unkown elderly gent in the UK about a dozen years ago going by the name of Blue Scorpio on a CompuServe poetry forum whose wife had died and response to question about inspiration was a single word: grief. Been in my diary ever since. “The illusion of freedom will continue as long as it's profitable to continue the illusion. At the point where the illusion becomes too expensive to maintain, they will just take down the scenery, they will pull back the curtains, they will move the tables and chairs out of the way and you will see the brick wall at the back of the theater.” -- Frank Zappa |
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CrapWhisperer User ID: 4126031 United States 04/27/2013 02:36 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I wandered round the misty lake Quoting: sdavis642 And took to heart my feelings Thought of all my past mistakes And sought out all their meanings As time went by the lake ran dry And took with it my pain I saw my reflection no longer So I cried out for more rain This is truly amazing.. thank you so much for sharing {{{{{{hugs}}}}}} I feel like we have similar styles Kind of that whole "woes me" la la la I'd love to see what we might achieve sans the modern day BS “The illusion of freedom will continue as long as it's profitable to continue the illusion. At the point where the illusion becomes too expensive to maintain, they will just take down the scenery, they will pull back the curtains, they will move the tables and chairs out of the way and you will see the brick wall at the back of the theater.” -- Frank Zappa |
CrapWhisperer User ID: 4126031 United States 04/27/2013 02:37 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | eh-hem, I think the correct terminology is sharted.. :p “The illusion of freedom will continue as long as it's profitable to continue the illusion. At the point where the illusion becomes too expensive to maintain, they will just take down the scenery, they will pull back the curtains, they will move the tables and chairs out of the way and you will see the brick wall at the back of the theater.” -- Frank Zappa |
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