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| Anonymous Coward
User ID: 736237
10/14/2009 10:29 PM | | Re: Poetry Only Thread | Quote |
Time is too slow for those who wait,
Too swift for those who fear,
Too long for those who grieve,
Too short for those who rejoice,
But for those who love,
Time is eternity.
Henry Van Dyke |
| Anonymous Coward
User ID: 786110
10/14/2009 10:37 PM | | Re: Poetry Only Thread | Quote |
Time is too slow for those who wait,
Too swift for those who fear,
Too long for those who grieve,
Too short for those who rejoice,
But for those who love,
Time is eternity.
Henry Van Dyke Quoting: Anonymous Coward 736237
Nice ! |
| Anonymous Coward
User ID: 736237
10/14/2009 10:44 PM | | Re: Poetry Only Thread | Quote |
You say I am repeating
Something I have said before. I shall say it again.
Shall I say it again? In order to arrive there,
To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not,
You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.
In order to arrive at what you do not know
You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance.
In order to possess what you do not possess
You must go by the way of dispossession.
In order to arrive at what you are not
You must go through the way in which you are not.
And what you do not know is the only thing you know
And what you own is what you do not own
And where you are is where you are not.
EAST COKER
(No. 2 of 'Four Quartets')
T.S. Eliot |
| Anonymous Coward
User ID: 701482
10/14/2009 10:46 PM | | Re: Poetry Only Thread | Quote |
i find the turning of the seasons under the wrath of the future...
age .. age.. come upon all
youth lives in the flowers of innocence..
spring is naive-
summer is bold-
fall is cautious-
winter is old-
to freeze knowledge and bury it..
that which is buried
to come upon lips to never speak again?
the earth holds all the knowledge
while living we endure the pain..
*copyright*
ME! |
| Anonymous Coward
User ID: 488035
10/14/2009 11:25 PM | | Re: Poetry Only Thread | Quote |
The Thought of time.
Cowering not to the echo’s of the past.
The voice of all failures, drowned.
Hope that may be heard though the weeping.
Hours become days, then years.
The hour glass.
To slow. No, to fast.
Tales and motions of repetition
And then redemption
Are always peripherally perceived.
Nothing is the same
No thing is different.
Fingers unable to hold the sands of time.
Wrinkled and withered
They become deformed
In the clench of future hope.
The hunger for breath
Can only live through the vision of hope.
The vision of hope
Can only live through
The idea if possibility.
The possibility is
Me. |
| Anonymous Coward
User ID: 792602
10/14/2009 11:27 PM | | Re: Poetry Only Thread | Quote |
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
If it wasn't for women
Our ding dongs would rust |
| Anonymous Coward
User ID: 488035
10/14/2009 11:37 PM | | Re: Poetry Only Thread | Quote |
roses are red
peanut butter is brown
let's fuck Quoting: Anonymous Coward 755966
LOL.
I love it. |
| The Professor
User ID: 660063
10/15/2009 3:24 AM | | Re: Poetry Only Thread | Quote |
There was a TV show some time ago where a woman would select a date from among three men who were hidden behind a screen. On one occasion a lady asked the contestants to write a short poem for her. The response of one of the men was truly memorable. Here it is:
A doorway is a common thing,
An aperture, an opening.
A doorway is a common thing
'Til you walk through.
I thought it was a class act. That must have been 30-40 years ago and I still remember it. |
| Justmebeingme 
User ID: 794024
10/15/2009 3:58 AM
 | | Re: Poetry Only Thread | Quote |
Mystery Is Life....
We are taught to see life as a cascade or rolling of events that occur during our existence on this planet...... Almost as if Life controls us ....... As if we were pre-programmed into a system that we hold no control of ..... In essence that is the furthest from the truth.....
The Truth is what you create on a daily basis, whether it is worry, panic, sunshine, rain, work, in other words all those thing you look for on daily basis and you expect ... Is created by you .... Those things are the Mystery and you have given it "Life"......
So tomorrow morning when you wake up... expect a cheque, expect happiness, expect joy, expect abundance, expect peace, expect light .... for all those "Mysteries" will be given "Life"...... by you.....
Namaste....
Catherine***
Last Edited by Justmebeingme on 10/15/2009 at 4:00 AM
To the world you may be one person,
but to one person you may be the world. |
| Winningjob
User ID: 385114
10/15/2009 3:59 AM | | Re: Poetry Only Thread | Quote |
Here we have a little bit of Eden,
An innocence deliberately detained.
Praised be love, that holds the heel of heaven,
Preserving what would else escape from pain,
Yet now renews the heart again, again.
For love depends upon a tended garden
Older than the myth of Adam's fall,
Underneath the usual confusion
Resisting the implacable illusion
That makes of love a dream beyond recall:
Here it lives within the garden wall.
Revolutionary online garden produces delicious Organic Produce!
[link to peopleseekdirect.com] |
| Thethe
User ID: 794486
10/15/2009 4:22 AM | | Re: Poetry Only Thread | Quote |
I have not
Truly!
I´m not lying |
| Angelseverywhere
~Fire & Ice~
User ID: 763245
10/15/2009 1:37 PM
 | | Re: Poetry Only Thread | Quote |
What a beautiful thread.
I found this poem a few days ago from the ancient school of thought.
The Missing Page
(and the ugly angels)
Their faces were like leopards
Their tusks outside of their mouths
Like wild boars,
Their eyes circled with blood
Their hair like a woman's
Fiery plagues in their hands
When I saw them, I feared
For my life...!
They were locked behind
Bronze gates and bolts
And iron bars
Fire was cast forth some
Fifty feet...!
There now stood before me
The angel called the Lionesses
Teeth like of a bear's
Hair spread out like a woman's
Body like a serpent's
And it wished to swallow me!
Behind me now was a sea
Of flames...!
Eremiel appeared, ruler over the
Abyss and Hades,
He was the one who imprisoned
The souls of those at the end
Of the Great Flood!
"You are in Hades!" his echo
Told me.
"I am the prosecuting attorney,
The accuser of man
Before the Lord!"
I read his manuscript in
My own language...here was
All my sins, aggressions!
I wanted to rip it up
Then I ascended from Hades,
An angelic hand reached down
And pulled me up
He also had a manuscript
In hand, and a ring,
with the seal of the Lord,
upon his index finger
(it covered all languages)
He said, "Your name was found
On a missing page," he had
Discovered just in the nick
Of time.
~Dennis Siluk
Here is another one from Ancient Egypt. This is an Extract from a 3,000 year-old papyrus.
She is one girl, there is no one like her.
She is more beautiful than any other.
Look, she is like a star goddess arising
at the beginning of a happy new year;
brilliantly white, bright skinned;
with beautiful eyes for looking,
with sweet lips for speaking;
she has not one phrase too many.
With a long neck and white breast,
her hair of genuine lapis lazuli;
her arm more brilliant than gold;
her fingers like lotus flowers,
with heavy buttocks and girt waist.
Her thighs offer her beauty,
with a brisk step she treads on ground.
She has captured my heart in her embrace.
She makes all men turn their necks
to look at her.
One looks at her passing by,
this one, the unique one.
It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God alone. ~William Blake
An integral being knows without knowing, sees without looking, and accomplishes without doing. ~Lao-Tzu
An angel can illuminate the thought and mind of man by strengthening the power of vision. ~St Thomas Aquina
Angels descending, bring from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
~Fanny J. Crosby |
| lillie8
User ID: 757721
10/15/2009 2:45 PM
 | | Re: Poetry Only Thread | Quote |
Benzo Mischief
Out Out
In In
Vomit, Sweat
Tears again.
Hot Cold
Cold Hot
Is what it is
Is what it's not.
Itch ,Scratch
Bleed Scar
Dazed stare
Gone too far
Lock Load
Crash Burn
Time's Up
Your Turn
Big girls need BIG guns. |
| Anonymous Coward
User ID: 786110
10/16/2009 4:33 PM | | Re: Poetry Only Thread | Quote |
What a beautiful thread.
I found this poem a few days ago from the ancient school of thought.
The Missing Page
(and the ugly angels)
Their faces were like leopards
Their tusks outside of their mouths
Like wild boars,
Their eyes circled with blood
Their hair like a woman's
Fiery plagues in their hands
When I saw them, I feared
For my life...!
They were locked behind
Bronze gates and bolts
And iron bars
Fire was cast forth some
Fifty feet...!
There now stood before me
The angel called the Lionesses
Teeth like of a bear's
Hair spread out like a woman's
Body like a serpent's
And it wished to swallow me!
Behind me now was a sea
Of flames...!
Eremiel appeared, ruler over the
Abyss and Hades,
He was the one who imprisoned
The souls of those at the end
Of the Great Flood!
"You are in Hades!" his echo
Told me.
"I am the prosecuting attorney,
The accuser of man
Before the Lord!"
I read his manuscript in
My own language...here was
All my sins, aggressions!
I wanted to rip it up
Then I ascended from Hades,
An angelic hand reached down
And pulled me up
He also had a manuscript
In hand, and a ring,
with the seal of the Lord,
upon his index finger
(it covered all languages)
He said, "Your name was found
On a missing page," he had
Discovered just in the nick
Of time.
~Dennis Siluk
Here is another one from Ancient Egypt. This is an Extract from a 3,000 year-old papyrus.
She is one girl, there is no one like her.
She is more beautiful than any other.
Look, she is like a star goddess arising
at the beginning of a happy new year;
brilliantly white, bright skinned;
with beautiful eyes for looking,
with sweet lips for speaking;
she has not one phrase too many.
With a long neck and white breast,
her hair of genuine lapis lazuli;
her arm more brilliant than gold;
her fingers like lotus flowers,
with heavy buttocks and girt waist.
Her thighs offer her beauty,
with a brisk step she treads on ground.
She has captured my heart in her embrace.
She makes all men turn their necks
to look at her.
One looks at her passing by,
this one, the unique one.
Those were really good. Thanks for sharing... |
| Anonymous Coward
User ID: 786110
10/16/2009 4:34 PM | | Re: Poetry Only Thread | Quote |
I wondered why the Frisbee was getting bigger and then it hit me. Quoting: lillie8
LOL ! |
| Angelseverywhere
~Fire & Ice~
User ID: 763245
10/16/2009 4:36 PM
| | Re: Poetry Only Thread | Quote |
What a beautiful thread.
I found this poem a few days ago from the ancient school of thought.
The Missing Page
(and the ugly angels)
Their faces were like leopards
Their tusks outside of their mouths
Like wild boars,
Their eyes circled with blood
Their hair like a woman's
Fiery plagues in their hands
When I saw them, I feared
For my life...!
They were locked behind
Bronze gates and bolts
And iron bars
Fire was cast forth some
Fifty feet...!
There now stood before me
The angel called the Lionesses
Teeth like of a bear's
Hair spread out like a woman's
Body like a serpent's
And it wished to swallow me!
Behind me now was a sea
Of flames...!
Eremiel appeared, ruler over the
Abyss and Hades,
He was the one who imprisoned
The souls of those at the end
Of the Great Flood!
"You are in Hades!" his echo
Told me.
"I am the prosecuting attorney,
The accuser of man
Before the Lord!"
I read his manuscript in
My own language...here was
All my sins, aggressions!
I wanted to rip it up
Then I ascended from Hades,
An angelic hand reached down
And pulled me up
He also had a manuscript
In hand, and a ring,
with the seal of the Lord,
upon his index finger
(it covered all languages)
He said, "Your name was found
On a missing page," he had
Discovered just in the nick
Of time.
~Dennis Siluk
Here is another one from Ancient Egypt. This is an Extract from a 3,000 year-old papyrus.
She is one girl, there is no one like her.
She is more beautiful than any other.
Look, she is like a star goddess arising
at the beginning of a happy new year;
brilliantly white, bright skinned;
with beautiful eyes for looking,
with sweet lips for speaking;
she has not one phrase too many.
With a long neck and white breast,
her hair of genuine lapis lazuli;
her arm more brilliant than gold;
her fingers like lotus flowers,
with heavy buttocks and girt waist.
Her thighs offer her beauty,
with a brisk step she treads on ground.
She has captured my heart in her embrace.
She makes all men turn their necks
to look at her.
One looks at her passing by,
this one, the unique one.
Those were really good. Thanks for sharing...
your welcome honey! 
It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God alone. ~William Blake
An integral being knows without knowing, sees without looking, and accomplishes without doing. ~Lao-Tzu
An angel can illuminate the thought and mind of man by strengthening the power of vision. ~St Thomas Aquina
Angels descending, bring from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
~Fanny J. Crosby |
| Anonymous Coward
User ID: 488240
10/16/2009 4:39 PM | | Re: Poetry Only Thread | Quote |
No I will not write in poetry verse
Such an activity would make me quite terse
And suggesting I write in such poetic rhyme
Is a stupid total fucken waste of my time.
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| Out in Space
User ID: 795722
10/16/2009 4:42 PM
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Dreams are the Seeds of Reality
In the fanciful flight of flimsy thoughts in free and easy fluttering,
In the unwittingly delight of words, retained on the verge of uttering,
In the frame-less desires of dreams yet undreamed and unknown,
Lay hidden the seeds from which, one day, a new reality will be grown.
In the innermost depth of the soft, silken spun cocoon,
In the sun’s reflection upon the surface of the waning moon,
In the snowflake’s intricate pattern, condensed and congealed,
Lay inklings of knowledge and wisdom, forever safely concealed.
In the midst of the ominous, semi-darkness of men’s mortal soul,
In the concentrated potential, at the heart of every black hole,
In the hope, in the faith, in the memories long forgotten and flown,
Lay the rays of all the sunsets, beyond all the mountains ever known.
Yet all the rays of all the sunsets, of every sunrise, of every distant star,
Will seem like hazy, hesitant glimmerings, shinning vaguely from afar.
For within man, lays the potential of a force field so powerful and bright,
It would instantly eliminate the darkest darkness of every Universal night
In the hope, in the faith, in the memories of every race long forgotten and flown,
Lay the seeds of a different reality, patiently awaiting, the day to be sown.
Lay the potentials of a force field so powerful and bright,
It would instantly and forever change the direction of every thought’s fanciful flight.
Truth in its purest form can be considered the aristocracy of spirituality, and therefore must be sought out in all its dimensions. |
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