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phoenixashes
11/15/03 4:44 AM GMT
Okay i was just wondering if anyone here was big on poetry or anything of the nature... =)
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and what did you expect ... a perfect child raised by tv sets ... abandoned every mile we never get respect ... never a fair trial no one gives a shit ... as long as we smile

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.raquel10
03/29/08 11:27 PM GMT
oooh, nice... ok, with that...

What happens when a baby goes to sleep?
What dreams does he have, what thoughts does she keep?
Do angels sing to him a lullaby,
or do they hold her tightly as they fly?
Does she dream of faces not yet seen?
Does he think of creations that never have been?
She stirs and yawns, a new day appears,
He drifts off from happy dreams to real fears.
Don't worry baby, soon you will sleep once more,
Dreams will endure and with angels you will soar.

thanks Les :) anything else to add?...

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Light travels faster than sound. That's why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.
.TexasChipee
03/30/08 12:25 AM GMT
Les your very welcome happy you liked the poetry.
Take care and god bless
Deana

My daughter said her friend was having a very bad day
The same day her father called whos a preacher and said daughter god came to me just now and said call your daughter she needs you cause we need to pray
The dad prayed with the daughter on the phone then the daughter began to cry
Dad said daughter don't cry gods there by your side
Daughter said dad its been a bad day
Dad said thats why we prayed
Daughter said dad I love you very much why do you always know when something is wrong with me
Dad said I don't god told me so I call or come then we pray and god talks to you with in me
Daughter says dad what happens when you are gone and you go to the lords house up above
Dad said daughter no matter where I am god and I are always with you we love and we will always send you lots of hugs
The End
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Pictures say a thousand words but the artist taking the picture can say more. Take care and god bless you and yours each and every day'
.RandyAJ
04/12/08 2:38 AM GMT
Deana your poetry seems to tell stories about poeple in your life which is rather good, I do how ever like your techniques in your poetry.
Randy
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&purmusic
04/12/08 9:09 AM GMT
Think you polished that one rather well Rachel. :o)

Hmm, interesting observation Randy on Deana's poetry ... very first person narrative oriented I would agree.
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"Think what a better world it would be if we all, the whole world, had cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down on our blankets for a nap." - Robert Fulghum
.TexasChipee
04/25/08 5:13 PM GMT
He walks and talks of love and how he has love for the lord up above
She tells him why are you so sad are you missing your dad
He says yes I miss my dad so much he could always give me advice that meant so much
She says so talk to him now before we go to sleep
He says ok then maybe I can have some peace
She says good night honey I love you very much
He says I love you to and thank you for your special touch

A thought'
If your dads are still with you give them a hug and tell them you love them very much'
I miss my dad somedays alot we lost him to a heart attack in 2001
Some days I can be going in a store and see kids with their dads and then I think of all the times I use to shop with my dad
Dad was a joker at times could make you laugh he loved to fish and loved his family
You know years go by so fast and I see my girls getting older
Some days seem to run together
Have a great day and a nice weekend
God bless you and your families
Deana
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Pictures say a thousand words but the artist taking the picture can say more. Take care and god bless you and yours each and every day' tiptopwebsite.com - TexasChipee
::twinkel
04/25/08 5:51 PM GMT
Deana, know what you mean with those feelings above, I lost my mum at the end of 2006 and tomorrow 26-04 it would be her birthday.
I still miss her a lot in everything I do and not only as a mum but also as a grandmum for my son, hope she is looking down at us and know that we are missing her!

Have a nice weekend
Els
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laughter is the best medicine.
.angelledaemon
04/28/08 12:39 AM GMT
because sometimes a little darkness must fall....

Open Me Up

open me up
Spill my blood
Remind me that I hurt

Open me up
Find my heart
Throw it to the floor

Open me up
Read the book
Find what needs to be found

Open me up
judge my soul
Tear through my inner being

Open me up
each cut deep
Remove the mask I bear

Open me up
look and see
for herein lies....Me.
by R.P. Blotzer
2008

for all who have written, your poems are amazing. I am a dark soul so that is where my writing lies and I enjoy expressing it. This is for Cookie (Les), for encouraging me to write again. :)
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Angelle "because reality isn't nearly as fun."
&purmusic
04/30/08 10:18 PM GMT
Ahh, that's very kind of you Ruby.

Thank you. :o))

I literally reminded myself this morning to come by at some point today and give the thread a friendly bump to the top ... not knowing that you had made a dedication with your prose above.

My sincere apologies.

It is certainly a sweeter surprise to me, knowing that my intentions were purely altruistic to simply put the thread back in a rightful place ... and then to be rewarded with seeing your words. Both, prose and dedication. Nice.

Ok then ... your poem. :o)

I really like your construction Ruby.

The rhythm and words work well together. Something, at least in my mind, reminiscent of a staccato piano piece. The short bursts, if I can use that phrase ... are powerful, in that they hit you hard and fast ... and appropriately in this case ... deep.

Often used, however ... very appropriate in this instance ... polished is the operative word in my mind. Very nice work with the mighty pen. I like it a lot. A big well done. :o)


@Deana ... I had seen the connection you had made with Twinkel on the subject matter of your offering. And simply didn't want to intrude on the private moment with the audience you had attracted with Twinkel.

I don't think I could have added anything profound at that time. And certainly, I didn't wish to sound trite. Very nice sentiments expressed ... thoughtful ... and thought provoking as well.


Thanks for sharing your words. Both of you. :o)
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"Think what a better world it would be if we all, the whole world, had cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down on our blankets for a nap." - Robert Fulghum
.TexasChipee
04/30/08 11:06 PM GMT
Dedicated to Twinkel:

The water was soft and blue as could be
I started to walk and sing of thee
The road grew longer as my walk went on
The day grew shorter but I pushed on

I had to get to the end of this road to see where it led
I opened my eyes and knew I was dreaming instead
I tried hard to fall back asleep
My eyes began to close then I was at peace

The angels called my name in my dream
One angels voice sounded out in my dream
I looked over and there was my dad
I hugged him and said I miss you so bad

Dad said Deana live your life and be happy as much as you can
One day you will be with me here in heaven and we will hold hands and make all sorts of plans
I told dad life was hard some days when hes not around
He said I know I see you crying in your nightgown

Dad said Deana I am always with you every day
I try to come to you especially when you pray
God called me to heaven my time was up
I saw the light and the angels led me up

I am with all of our family here in heaven and theres so much love
One day Deana you'll be here up above
Till that day I want to say
Twinkel and Deana always pray to be healthy and safe'

God bless you Twinkel who knows maybe your mum and my dad are friends in heaven and talk about us'
Hugs to you lady
Deana

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Pictures say a thousand words but the artist taking the picture can say more. Take care and god bless you and yours each and every day'
.angelledaemon
04/30/08 11:19 PM GMT
Deana,
great poem. I know Twinkel will like it.

Cookie,
you are greatly welcome. Thanks for the praise.
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Angelle "because reality isn't nearly as fun."
.TexasChipee
04/30/08 11:33 PM GMT
thank you angel take care and god bless you
'deana
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Pictures say a thousand words but the artist taking the picture can say more. Take care and god bless you and yours each and every day'
&purmusic
05/01/08 12:59 AM GMT
Ahh ... very nice and very kind of you Deana. :o)
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"Think what a better world it would be if we all, the whole world, had cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down on our blankets for a nap." - Robert Fulghum
.TexasChipee
05/01/08 1:26 AM GMT
thank you les
deana
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Pictures say a thousand words but the artist taking the picture can say more. Take care and god bless you and yours each and every day'
::twinkel
05/01/08 9:04 AM GMT
I am speechless *thats new* Deana and have wet eyes after reading your poem for me, really like a lot and it sounds familiar to me about the dreaming and the missing of a beloved person, thank you so much for doing this for me:))
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laughter is the best medicine.
.TexasChipee
05/01/08 7:25 PM GMT
Lady your very welcome I understand the missing of a parent and thats what you and I have in common and wanted to try and give you some peace from the angles above. You take care keep the faith and god bless you
Deana

Ps
Ok everyone I know you are saying ok what happened we are getting emotional in here but that can be expected of some poetry.
You all take care and have agreat week and god bless you all'
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Pictures say a thousand words but the artist taking the picture can say more. Take care and god bless you and yours each and every day'
.angelledaemon
05/01/08 10:01 PM GMT
Forgive Us Our Transgressions
Forgive Us all Our debts
Forgive the Past behind Us
So We might Forgive Ourselves

Forget All Our Transgressions
Forget All of Our debts
Forget the Past Behind Us
So We might Forget Ourselves…
by R.P. Blotzer
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Angelle "because reality isn't nearly as fun."
.FutureResident
05/05/08 2:40 PM GMT
You’ve got me spinning
Now I’m spun
Like some ornament you’ve hung
Around your heart
Forever us
Forever kiss
Forever trust
So much more than a hand
Just to hold
You’ve got my up in arms
About you
Forever love
Forever need
Forever live
No need to leave.
In this place
You fill the space
And keep me locked up tight
Forever secure
Forever right
600 miles can seem so far
But right beside me
Here you are
It’s all I need
To know you’re there
Forever wait
To breathe your air.
Like sweet sensations
On my tongue
Dancing where the hurt
Once stung
You’re perfect
Where I want to be
Forever you
Forever me.



My girlfriend is away at college,
So until I move up there,
We're kinda stuck apart = (

Enjoy ;)
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&purmusic
05/06/08 12:25 AM GMT
Nicely done ladies. :o)

Hey Sus ... good good to 'see' you once again. :o)

And your poetry is always a welcomed read. I seem to detect some very strong lyrical content in your prose from time to time. This latest would make for an excellent song. Very well constructed and written.
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"Think what a better world it would be if we all, the whole world, had cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down on our blankets for a nap." - Robert Fulghum
.FutureResident
05/06/08 2:35 PM GMT
I usually have a tune running through my head when I'm writing.

Nice to 'see' you again too!


Thank you :)
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h_m_s_x_ _l... like to buy a vowel? ♥
.angelledaemon
05/06/08 8:14 PM GMT
I liked it, too! Sorry to hear you are separated from your girl. That can be rough. Hang in there!!
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Angelle "because reality isn't nearly as fun."
::verenabloo
05/10/08 6:53 AM GMT
Hello everyone, thought I'd post a couple poems. I've been pretty unwell, but doing a bit better now. Addiction is kind rampant nowadays, so I thought I'd post my poem on that subject and a couple more. Share with me your thoughts please.Verena

Addiction

The serpent lurks
deep inside the glass
it awaits
the next victim
coiled and sinister
it awaits
the opportunity
to strike once more
there is no pretense
only temptation
and confidence
it rests its poisonous fangs
within electrifying liquid
promising magical euphoria
combined with salty-sweet
nectars of lust and hunger
an attraction yet a curse
spirits of self-indulgence
slowly touch an awaiting tongue
taste buds come alive
as slowly and sensuously
cravings are satisfied
abandoned tensions are released
reveling in luxurious pleasure
until suddenly a crash
is emmiment
body and mind are saturated
with perpetual bliss
but the serpent struck
probed its poisonous fangs deep
into yet another victim
sacrificing another life
to the haunting spirits of
alcohol addiction.....

by Verena
December 2, 2002

Words of Rhyme

This poem must be firstrate
but cannot advocate, to dedicate
nor accumulate, fears to vindicate
I must not duplicate, nor anticipate
people to hate, but to set them straight
~~
A writing can only shine in time
when not declined nor designed
to combine and not outshine
but to take us to starshine divine
let us intertwine upon the unbenign
~~
Words of the heart become an art
they will make us start not depart
we shall dart upon lifes daily chart
to impart upon our counterparts
no tearing apart from our sweetheart
~~
Instead we take a dare to anywhere
not receiving a scare for us to repair
but instead we swear with flair
to share our thoughts somewhere
nothing is unfair on roads to anywhere
~~
We can only gain in lifes fast lane
to abstain from the way we complain
we can unchain any hurricane
never shall we restrain or blame
we undo the chain to light the flame!

~~
by Verena
January 18, 2003

The Hourglass

On the canvas of my life
I have painted many things
But you have held my brush
As colors blend, mix and unite
Within stormy colored passions
Filling my heart on pale gray days
Adding flamboyant brilliance
Of every shade of happiness
Into seas of purple you took me
Insisting on tender whispers
Brought by the days golden sun
You are the red in my painting
Bringing smiles of reddest rose
While tiny rosebuds kiss the dawn
I feel you toss them into my life
Filling it with whimsy and freedom
Then in the dark blue of midnight
We become lovers of quivering
Moonfires and silent evening stars
You are my quenchless flame of red
As your lips sweetly ravish mine
And we drink the wine of morning air
So we shall thirst no more
Our love hangs in tremulous air
Below the glowing and silent moon
We linger in the deep orange afterglow
Of a canvas painted on tempests of love
And for a time we forget the hourglass

by Verena
January 11, 2003

Thank you all for reading, and I've for sure enjoyed reading the poetry from all of you lately...where or where has Solita been lately????
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::solita17
05/10/08 7:43 AM GMT
Verena, like you, I have been recovering... Your first poem pierces right into my heart, it's like I know it by heart... addiction has also been rampant these days for me too... the hour is late right now and I can't make any lengthy comments 'cause sleep is calling. But I am here.
mary
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"If I dream I shall be real, or really myself..." Robert Penn Warren
.angelledaemon
05/10/08 1:51 PM GMT
Very ncie, Verena!!
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Angelle "because reality isn't nearly as fun."
::verenabloo
05/11/08 5:36 PM GMT
Hey Mary...so glad you are 'around' anyways. Yes, I got off my pain meds, wow what a job....the withdrawal and hallucinations. I was on those for six years! So finally I am NOT needing them anymore..whew..but many people have much more difficult things to get away from than I did...I know you will be alright, it takes time and lots of patience and TONS of rest inbetween. Take good care...write me a PM when you feel like it.I'm glad you read my writing and that it touched you a little bit. I like it when other peoples writings do that for me. Take care my friend...Verena
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My part is to improve the present moment.
.TexasChipee
05/13/08 9:07 PM GMT
bump it up to the top
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Pictures say a thousand words but the artist taking the picture can say more. Take care and god bless you and yours each and every day'
.angelledaemon
05/14/08 3:18 AM GMT
Time in a bottle
Open it slow
Carefully now
watching it grow

With steady hands
pour out some
but watch yourself
don't waste none

Each grain falls
a minute gone
Night begot day
dust and Dawn

Born with bottled time
so much to spare
Yet, we die so soon
with no one to care.

by R.P. Blotzer

Dark and more dark...not a happy thought, but go on other threads and find I am quite the happy soul. My writing is the darkness outlet.
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Angelle "because reality isn't nearly as fun."
&purmusic
05/14/08 3:48 AM GMT
Have to come back and take the latest offerings in once more.

Short note though to Ruby ... save the last stanza ... and even with it's inclusion ... no worries.

I do have the wish though, request of sorts ... to provide a companion piece to this offering of yours and keep it 'light', perhaps, in conclusion?

Keep'em coming people. You do have an audience, know that. :o)
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"Think what a better world it would be if we all, the whole world, had cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down on our blankets for a nap." - Robert Fulghum
.angelledaemon
05/14/08 9:21 PM GMT
Part two of above poem....for Les

Time in a bottle
grain of sand
tightly held
in one's hand

Slipping through cracks
some waste some saved
falling and fleeing
some rocky some paved

Pathway through life
each moment anew
savored and hated
remembered and knew

Day begot Night
Dusk and Dawn
savor the moments
before they are gone....

by me

and light comes to the darkness for a little while....oops, but not for long ;)
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Angelle "because reality isn't nearly as fun."
&purmusic
05/14/08 10:29 PM GMT
Ok then. :o)

Now as it is presented to us in this latest incarnation of prose from you Ruby ... it is a question, contemplative, interpretative, food for thought ... for your readers.

And yes, indeed some light shines ... perhaps, even beckons us to live in the moment ... and not fritter and waste that precious resource of time.

Nicely done, my dear. :o)

*reaches to turn off the light switch ...*

Ready when you are, no worries on the word front. ;o)
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"Think what a better world it would be if we all, the whole world, had cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down on our blankets for a nap." - Robert Fulghum
.Warrior_of_the_Eceni
05/22/08 3:24 PM GMT

#78


If when stumbling through the gray wastes,
nervously grasping at dusty ticket stubs,
scratching at corners and speaking in tongues...

If all the skeletal trees were to snap in the wind,
and every crack in the world began to stretch,
slowly shaking books off their shelves...

How could it be that alone, dying of gravity,
and all the things you never could say,
a sable winged goddess of all your lost causes-

Would light upon your sinking ship,
and take your salt-shriveled hand,
and looking deeply into your eyes,

She could speak, and every word might become,
beautiful spinning galaxies of color,
that explode into your dead world.

And even then, should strange things-
begin to move inside you,
and understanding no longer has any context,

You might, should you take her glowing hand,
once again hope, and for the first time- Love.

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Is it shiny? Is it... jangly?
&purmusic
05/22/08 4:42 PM GMT
Hey Matt. Good good to 'see' you.

I sincerely hope you'll leave your offering here up for a bit. I shall be back. :o)

*turns to the crowd and says ...*

Heyyy!! Everyone!! It's Matt!!

Now where is that fatted pig? Of course, there'll be a fresh green salad as well ...

:oD
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"Think what a better world it would be if we all, the whole world, had cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down on our blankets for a nap." - Robert Fulghum
=Samatar
05/23/08 2:03 AM GMT
If pigs could fly would bacon prices go up?

Old joke I know... but think about it. Seriously.
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-Everyone is entitled to my opinion- rescope.com.au
.angelledaemon
05/23/08 2:25 AM GMT
My Morning Mistress

Morning mistress awake me
with your sweet serenity
Hues of brown and tan I see
Playing with my sanity
Sleep you seem to stir away
As I prepare for this day
Breathing your perfume I know
Reminds me that soon you'll go
So right now spend with me
My morning mistress I call coffee.

by ruby
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Angelle "I aim to Misbehave." Malcom Reynolds...Serenity
&purmusic
05/23/08 3:16 AM GMT
@Matt ... you did it once more. Had me hanging on each and every word, wishing to interpret and not ... thoughts of simply, let's enjoy the ride.

Anticipation and melancholy building, as my eyes told me that the end was near. There would be a 'twist in the plot' ... the author would crystalize my feelings, of which I was not yet sure ... once I reached the final words.

The end arrived ... softly this time. *exhales*

Nicely done. Nicely ... done. :o)


@Ruby ... :o)

I would humbly suggest that you create a few more on this subject.

Just had the thought that perhaps hiding the identity of the mistress ... would be ... and I know this sounds trite, don't intend it to be of course ... tres cool.

Ok, need to calm down my mind now.

Hmm, wellll ... one more cup ... can't hurt, can it?
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"Think what a better world it would be if we all, the whole world, had cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down on our blankets for a nap." - Robert Fulghum
::twinkel
05/23/08 7:03 PM GMT
Good one Ruby:))
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laughter is the best medicine.
.angelledaemon
05/24/08 12:22 AM GMT
Takes a humble bow....thnk you my friends
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Angelle "I aim to Misbehave." Malcom Reynolds...Serenity
&purmusic
05/24/08 4:00 AM GMT
I am waiting for Matt to give us the author's intent behind his prose ... *files fingernails ...*
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"Think what a better world it would be if we all, the whole world, had cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down on our blankets for a nap." - Robert Fulghum
::solita17
05/24/08 4:10 AM GMT
Ruby, I like, I like! Coffee coffee coffee... Ambrosia, nectar of the gods.

I think the suggestion Les had of hiding the identity of the mistress might work too... However... if you don't want to change a thing, it still works... ah, sweet coffee.
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"If I dream I shall be real, or really myself..." Robert Penn Warren
.angelledaemon
06/03/08 4:26 AM GMT
DARKNESS

Dare step forth where there is not light
no longer doth it call
Afraid to move into the black is she
the want gone
Roam the night no longer she craves
it scares her
Keeping shut the door on her sin
she feels abused
Never venturing on ahead from that place
nor back where she came
Ever staying near the light and its safety net
shades make her jump
Sadly waiting for dawn and no longer dreaming
nightmares only come
Sheltered from the darkness she once called home
no place to call her own.

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Angelle "I aim to Misbehave." Malcom Reynolds...Serenity
&purmusic
06/08/08 3:35 PM GMT
*stands up ... and applauds*

Nicely, and I do mean nicely ... done Ruby. :o)

I really like the construction you used, with the second (succeeding) lines ... not capitalized ... those lines, visually understated ... hit hard.

I am going too read and reread this one some more.
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"Think what a better world it would be if we all, the whole world, had cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down on our blankets for a nap." - Robert Fulghum
.raquel10
06/11/08 2:50 PM GMT
Ode to a Goldfish

Oh beautiful creature so bright and orange,
...Oh shoot, what rhymes with orange ? :(


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Light travels faster than sound. That's why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.
.raquel10
06/11/08 2:53 PM GMT
Ok, retry:

Ode to a Goldfish

Oh beautiful creature, so bright and yellow,
You truly are my favorite fellow.
You swim with such amazing grace,
watching you twirl through the water brings a smile to my face
Your scales gleam in your little bowl,
Surely such a beautiful gleam hints towards a soul.
So one day my friend, I'll see you as I wish,
In a heaven full of wonderful fish.


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Light travels faster than sound. That's why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.
&purmusic
06/12/08 2:26 AM GMT
Ahh ... cute one Rachel.

Would be fitting for a children's book of rhymes, complete with illustrations of course.

Now then ... hop to. ;o)
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"Think what a better world it would be if we all, the whole world, had cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down on our blankets for a nap." - Robert Fulghum
.angelledaemon
06/12/08 5:39 AM GMT
and they say night is meant for the things that go bump and the things that scare and horrify,
but i like the night and the dark and the things that go bump so I pray tell which am I?


Just a little fun with words....

BTW, Rachael, you did better than I have heard....

Mine was

Ode to my Goldfish

Oh...wet...pet

the end
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Angelle "I aim to Misbehave." Malcom Reynolds...Serenity
.raquel10
06/12/08 2:36 PM GMT
ooh, nice one Ruby.
(The first one, not the Ode to your Goldfish ;) )

..Yes, I think I will go draw some fish now...
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Light travels faster than sound. That's why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.
.angelledaemon
06/19/08 4:24 AM GMT
Needs that friendly bump to the top
So that other people might just stop
To leave a poem or a friendly hi
So to the top we go, why don't we fly....
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Angelle "I aim to Misbehave." Malcom Reynolds...Serenity
&purmusic
06/19/08 5:00 AM GMT
And draw ... Rachel did.

"Memoirs of a Goldfish"

Niiice toonage Rachel. How's about a full blown toon? Complete with background? It works ... and works well. :o)


*reads Ruby's "Ode to my Goldfish" ...*

Far better than mine. Annnnnd here that be:

"Ode to Oldfield" (<---- I give all my fish that name. :o) )

Oldfield, acrobatically floating upsid ...


Ahh, crap. Overfed, yet another one. :o\

How's I suppose to know that they don't want fries with that??

:oD
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"One of the virtues of being very young is that you don't let the facts get in the way of your imagination." - Sam Levenson
::verenabloo
06/19/08 5:37 AM GMT
Well, here's one of mine that's kinda different, nothing romantic,nothing dramatic..but a bit of humor..

Word Salad

The salad was tossed, words were lost
words of flavor, with zest to savor
utterances do delight, taste to excite
words of green, or sweet tangerine
a salad should be cold, with words so bold
with elegance we speak, more words to seek
sugar and spice and all things nice
with a blush so pink, we stand on the brink
some words taste sour, we shall not devour
and of course, some will reinforce
the love I feel to write, will words unite
the salad must be new, and held true
it must surprise, never tranquilize
words must capture a heart, from the start
spicy hot and sweet, our own palate to meet
elegantly presented, sometimes offended
words with a flair, shall appear debonair
they can be black, a surprise attack
morsels of letters, only getting better
we must pick and choose, to amuse
always investigate, never discriminate
this salad of words we devour, at any hour
words for all seasons, for no rhyme or reason

by Verena

............and one more.......

What If?.........

What if snowflakes were
the color of rainbows?
What if autumn leaves
were coated with confetti?
Or you could choose what
color the sky could be today?
What if the grass and trees
were blue instead of green?
And the oceans were purple
with sunsets of chartreuse?
If seagulls were black
instead of white?
And crows and ravens were
white instead of black?
What if snow came tumbling
down in fluorescent colours?
Would we change what is now
or would we leave it alone?
Think of purple grapes tasting
like oranges or apples.
And lemons tasting like
grapes or strawberries.
And if blueberries were red
while raspberries were blue.
Would life be any different,
any better or more exciting?
What if the stars were
scarlet coloured heartshapes?
What if there were no tears?
Only laughter and smiles?
Would it change us?
Would be become bored?
Discontent in doldrums?
Or would we start something new?
Pick a star shaped like the moon?
Or see the clouds in purple,
with a sky of pale green?
Endless combinations
we can dream on and on forever.
I see the night blazing in red
and the day in lavender haze.
Take me....to a new planet
something rainbow-coloured,
with tall milkiwhite plants
that taste like cherries
with blue chocolate chips!

by Verena

A bit unique, but fun....thanx to all for reading..Verena
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Test your own limits and keep going.
.raquel10
06/19/08 2:45 PM GMT
Haha, thanks Les, glad you saw and approved of 'Memoirs of a Goldfish' :)

Nice ones, Verena. I especially liked the first one, good imagery :)
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Light travels faster than sound. That's why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.
.angelledaemon
06/19/08 3:12 PM GMT
I agree with Raquel, Verena. I love both, but the first one is just golden.

Les, goldfish do not like fires or jello apparantly....but your poem made me laugh....


and to add to the beauty of the poem library.....

Nothing
Out there
Wandering
Here, there
Ending never
Reaching forever
Endlessly alone...

by me

let you all guess the title ( hint...first letter of each line. LOL

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Angelle "I aim to Misbehave." Malcom Reynolds...Serenity
::TexasChipee
06/21/08 10:21 PM GMT
We walk along into the night discovering the lights'

We walk together as if we were in each others lifes'

We walk hand in hand as husbands and wifes and receive rings for our hands'

We walk the land to discover each other and our mothers'

We walk in peace on this map to see our dads'

Why do we take this walk we are on to find out the way of life
and to see gods miracles in life'

Take your walk in this life and may god bless you all and good night'
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Pictures say a thousand words but the artist taking the picture can say more. Take care and god bless you and yours each and every day'
.angelledaemon
06/25/08 4:33 AM GMT
And here we go to the top
Maybe then we can stop
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Angelle "I aim to Misbehave." Malcom Reynolds...Serenity
&purmusic
07/04/08 12:00 AM GMT
Lil' friendly ... bump to the top. :o)
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"One of the virtues of being very young is that you don't let the facts get in the way of your imagination." - Sam Levenson
::laurengary
07/08/08 3:56 AM GMT
aaaannnnddddd again. ;0D
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I've got amnesia & deja vu at the same time. I think I've forgotten this before ! ......CLICK TO SAVE LIVES ! .......MY GALLERY
::verenabloo
07/11/08 4:08 PM GMT
Hi everyone, seems I never quite make it to here too often, but I try..so here's a poem I wrote a few years ago, I was sitting in my car waiting for someone, and as I watched the little bird, this poem came to mind...(always good to have a napkin go write on.!!)

Morsels

A tiny black bird
dipped its feet
into rain puddles
of a too early Spring
ever searching
for tiny morsels
of daily survival
suddenly the rains began
then turning to ice
in a late winter snowstorm
the bewildered earth
was covered
with a blanket
of snowflake white
with tiny morsels
not able to be seen
the tiny black bird
made its sounds
for pleas of help
as once again
the morsels appear
as does another day
another search
so is the circle of life

by Verena
January 14, 2001

And here is a very very SILLY poem..but it was fun...

A Silly Poem

Fiddle-de-dee and tweedlededee
walked through the garden til there were three
one and two they buckled their shoe
three and four they couldn't fit through the door
tweedlededum and tweedlededee
saw little miss muffet sit on her tuffet
they wished they were spiders
so they sat beside her
but jack and jill had quite a spill
as they went on their way to Brazil
but hey diddle diddle wrecked their fiddle
while the old lady in the shoe
knew just what to do
she took her kids to school one day
so that they could dance and play
and not have to write deep into the night
little jack sprat ate nothing but fat
as humpty dumpty took a pill and rolled down the hill
he watched four and twenty blackbirds act absurd
and for dinner mary ate a ham, the little lamb!
fiddle-de-dee and fiddle-de-die told another lie
but old macdonald did no harm on his little farm
so rub-a-dub-dub sank into the tub
while all the kings horses and all the kings men
did their time all over again

by Verena
September 10, 2003

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Test your own limits and keep going.
.raquel10
07/14/08 4:03 PM GMT
Very nice, Verena. The second one is silly, and a bit of a tongue twister, but I liked both of them. :)

I apologize in advance for the following, because it's not a poem, it's an excerpt from the story I started writing a while ago.

I was early for the bus, as usual. I sat on the corner watching my breath puff out in front of me. Eventually the bus came, groaning as it slowly came to a stop. Ariel came late, as usual, half running to get to the bus before the bus driver shut the door and drove off. Both of us had taken the bus to school for as long as I could remember. Our old bus driver was a cheery man that would let the kids take turns choosing which radio station we listened to. He wore a nametag that said, “Gregory Bienleck”, but he let us call him Mr. Greg. But, that was before the fire. Our current bus driver was a morbidly obese women who smelled like smoke. She never smiled, and she rarely spoke. Apparently I was lied to as a child, because I had been under the impression that fat people were jolly. That was also before the fire. Our current bus driver didn’t wear a nametag either, and I’m almost positive she wouldn’t let me call her “Mr. Greg”.


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Light travels faster than sound. That's why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.
::TexasChipee
07/18/08 6:03 PM GMT
The day is coming to a end and the clouds are coming in'
The night is getting dark and people are leaving the park'
Mom yells for the kids to come inside the house'
Daddy says quit playing with that mouse'

We all go to bed and all you hear is family saying good night to each other'
We know the last one to say good night to all of us will be our mother'
Sunday morning has arrived we eat breakfast then off to church we go'
We listen to the chior singing and then the preacher doing his sermon then off we go'

We all go to the park and have a picnic by the lake'
We know were in gods hands each and every day'
Finally the day as come to the end once again'
We go home and go to bed then the new day starts over again'

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Pictures say a thousand words but the artist taking the picture can say more. Take care and god bless you and yours each and every day' What really brings a member to view your work I say the naming of your image I know it does me, the name makes me want to see that image'
::TexasChipee
07/18/08 6:05 PM GMT
I think it is nice we can come in here and write or talk or write poetry I think its good we can all just express ourselves in here no matter what we write'
Take care and god bless
Deana
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Pictures say a thousand words but the artist taking the picture can say more. Take care and god bless you and yours each and every day' What really brings a member to view your work I say the naming of your image I know it does me, the name makes me want to see that image'
::verenabloo
07/18/08 10:30 PM GMT
Rachel, don't apologize for writing a small bit of a story instead of a poem, writing is writing, it's all enjoyable for us to read...I enjoyed your writing very much. Keep going with it..Verena
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The race is not always to the swift--but to those who keep on running.
::verenabloo
07/18/08 10:32 PM GMT
Hi Deanna...I enjoyed your poem...very much...and I too think its great we can come here to share a bit of our poetry and story writing. I used to belong to a poetry room, it was so good, we shared and learned as well. Helping each other was good, because sometimes we don't see our own little "flaws"...just as in photography..so it's good, so I hope you'll keep writing and sharing too. Verena
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The race is not always to the swift--but to those who keep on running.
::laurengary
09/26/08 12:23 AM GMT
bumps thread to top of food chain
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I've got amnesia & deja vu at the same time. I think I've forgotten this before ! ......CLICK TO SAVE LIVES ! .......MY GALLERY
::verenabloo
09/27/08 12:37 AM GMT
Lauren? do you write poetry? "bumps thread to top of
food chain"? ya lost me on that one.
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If we take care of the moments, the years will take care of themselves.
::laurengary
09/27/08 1:15 AM GMT
No Verena, I don't write poetry. I was just commenting on it to put it on the top of the Off Topics so you'd see it easier.

And when something is "at the top of the food chain" it's the top... it's at the very top, you see ?
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I've got amnesia & deja vu at the same time. I think I've forgotten this before ! ......CLICK TO SAVE LIVES ! .......MY GALLERY
&purmusic
09/27/08 4:03 AM GMT
But .... but ... it's not at the top??

In fact, it is in third as I write here.

I's be confuzzled. :o|


*ducks to avoid Lauren's left hook*

/\ 'Tis a mean one. :oP

/\ And yes, I am playing the clown here.

*red rubber nose drops off ...*
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"Be the change you wish to see in the world." -Gandhi
::third_eye
09/27/08 4:10 AM GMT
A certain aging (50) pop star might have a use for it. do the right thing, Les...
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Please, even if you don't visit my gallery, check out my "Faves".I've left them intact since day "1", and would like it if every image there got the attention they deserved.
::solita17
09/27/08 5:30 AM GMT
Which pop star? they're ALL turning 50... maybe Les should divvy up the nose. or something.

(Sorry, I know this isn't poetry but I need a little humorous bucking up just now.) ;-))
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"Never let your studies interfere with your education." - Pete Seeger
::verenabloo
09/27/08 6:15 AM GMT
I wrote a few new poems recently, so here goes. Please feel really free to comment....and HI Mary!! How about one of yours?
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tangles of colours

trees trembling
to gently shake
their leaves
upon awaiting cars
when suddenly
the wind blew
away the sun
autumn rains
robbed colours
washed them down
to a calico earth
causing quilts
to enfold september
within this restless
wonder world
we seem to await
the impestuous
cooling days
sunflowers not yet
willing to turn
their faces
away from a quickly
dwindling sun
scarlet coloured
tomatoes
lazily warming
on the left over
summer sunshine
tangled become
my heartstrings
while thoughts
of memories
stroke my mind
and laughter fills me
with anticipation
for days to come
and I remember
times shared
once again
at the garden gate
where I watch autumn
share all the colours
tangled in sunsets
and splendors
within flowers
while the pale leaves
renew the carpet
of an awaiting earth
hanging silver silence
til days of winter
begin again

verena
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sweet delight

nighttime closes
like a precious
envelope
softly sealed
by moonbeams
by fireflies

a phantom sound
whispers within
the warm winds
and summer
wishes to slip into
autumn

distant music is heard
cries of a lonely violin
carress tall trees
earths tiny flowers and
valleys covered with
everlasting wishes

a white mist drifts
across mountain peaks
a hush is heard
in deep grasses
upon nightbirds
upon lingering breezes

there comes
a sweet delight
as delicate as
gossamer wings
circling the earth
reaching my ears

thru a deep silence
the violin carresses
each part of me
as each note strays
in fitful fantasy
across the waning sky

lingering stars
paled before
their time
the fiery moon
stubborn to stay
while the world
sleeps in
sweet delight

verena
15 august 2008
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And here is a small attempt at writing a song. If anyone would like to add music, let me know. Or at least tell me if this is even worth thinking its song material. It's a first
for me...so please give me some input..thanx...verena

heal my heart

I was broken
somehow
I picked up
the pieces
someone helped
put me together
again
stronger I am now
than before
stronger I will be
because
the glue you gave me
mended my soul
love was the ointment
that healed my heart
love was the ointment
that healed my heart
mmmmmmmmmh
healed my heart
mmmmmmmmmh
love
healed
my heart
mmmmmmmmhh

now I am standing
a warrior woman
straight and tall
no way to fall
I've seen the pain
felt the knives
cried the tears
no more lies
no more sighs
I've healed my heart
mmmmmmmh
healed my heart
mmmmmmmh
love was
the ointment
that healed
my heart

I stand at the brink
of a dream
I know who I am
know where to go
I go where
the pathway leads
where my dreams
will succeed
no more lies
no more sighs
no one will
hurt me anymore
I've found my life
found my dream
healed my heart
mmmmmmh
I've healed
my heart
I'm ready for life
my heart has healed
mmmmmmh
my heart has
healed
mmmmmmmmmhhh
mmmmmmmhhhh

Verena
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If we take care of the moments, the years will take care of themselves.
.Roseman_Stan
09/27/08 1:35 PM GMT
Sweet Delight is awesome Lady V. :o)
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“Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you” - Richard Brinsley Sheridan
::solita17
09/27/08 8:03 PM GMT
Yes yes! My fave is Sweet Delight. Love the alliteration and the emotional impact... I mean, Fall is coming, I don't want it to come but your poem makes it feel kind of like an organic melting from one into the other... and it makes night feel all velvet and comforting. Good one, girlfriend.
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"Never let your studies interfere with your education." - Pete Seeger
&purmusic
09/29/08 11:20 PM GMT
~ le bump ~
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"Be the change you wish to see in the world." -Gandhi
&purmusic
10/03/08 12:56 AM GMT
Second verse, same as the first ...

~ le bump ~
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"Be the change you wish to see in the world." -Gandhi
::twinkel
10/05/08 10:00 AM GMT
Verena, I really love your poems especially 'heal my heart' so recognizable for me!
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Better to fight for something, than to live for nothing! Love Life, Fight Cancer. WWW.Fight Cancer.nl
.raquel10
10/10/08 12:28 AM GMT
Molly

Beauty.

I see true beauty in you.
When you laugh so purely,
And smile so innocently.

Intelligence.

You are so incredibly intelligent.
You understand everything right away.
And- you help the rest of us.

Friend.

You are my best friend.
I've never laughed so hard,
gotten so mad, felt so bad,
and smiled until it hurt so much
than when I'm with you.

I've never felt more childish and FREE-
than when I'm laughing with you.

You are, inevitably, forever, until the end,
My Best Friend.

Love,
Rachel
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"Do you know what the scariest thing is? To not know your place in this world, to not know why you're here."
&purmusic
10/16/08 12:11 AM GMT
Nice nice, Rachel.

Hope your friend got a chance to read your words. :o)


And a ... ~bump~
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"Be the change you wish to see in the world." -Gandhi
::verenabloo
10/16/08 6:39 PM GMT
Very sweet Rachel. A meaningful poem for sure. Keep writing, I like it. V
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Sometimes when we are generous in small, barely detectable ways it can change someone elses life forever.
.raquel10
10/17/08 6:48 PM GMT
Thanks Les and Verena!

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"Do you know what the scariest thing is? To not know your place in this world, to not know why you're here."
.Warrior_of_the_Eceni
11/12/08 5:06 PM GMT


Our bodies have lost track of time

Knuckles dragging through last week
Scraping hieroglyphs in the carpet
Tracing hidden fault lines

Teeth clenched and bloody-gummed
Vibrating as the aftershock
Stumbles through next Friday

Eyes locked on a far bright sky
When all this beautiful madness
Is done burning

Mind whispering in frantic desperation
Shamefully betraying the majestic frailty
Of the beast, of Right Now

Skin charred black and crackling
As tomorrow goes up in flames
Scattering ash across all our days
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Is it shiny? Is it... jangly?
.raquel10
11/12/08 10:55 PM GMT
Dark stuff.
I love the last section though-
Watching your future being destroyed?
nice.
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"Do you know what the scariest thing is? To not know your place in this world, to not know why you're here."
::LynEve
02/24/09 3:31 AM GMT
Australia Mourning

Victoria burning
People dying
animals perishing
some lucky birds flying

Till it is is over
And the land lies black
Soon little green shoots
Will mean life is back

Ghosts still a lingering
Where once stood their homes
Haunting sound of didgeridoo
Echoes their moans
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The question is not what you look at, but what you see ~ Marcel Proust
::verenabloo
02/24/09 7:54 AM GMT
Matt...the power in these two lines is so good "Vibrating as the aftershock
Stumbles through next Friday" My gosh, 'as the aftershock stumbles through
next Friday' the meaning there is just fantastic, especially in thinking of
"next Friday" a time coming up and not even here yet. The anticipation you show, its magnetic. Then to finish up with "As tomorrow goes up in flames Scattering ash across all our days" Again you speak 'ahead of the days'...you certainly have a way with impact in your thoughts and words.
Just thinking of tomorrow going up in flames and scattering its ashes.
It's truly a wow factor! I would love to see more of your writings. Feel free to email me too. Verena
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Work spares us from three evils: boredom, vice, and need.
::verenabloo
02/24/09 7:56 AM GMT
LynEve, I don't think I was aware you wrote poetry, but I have a dear friend that lives in Aussie, altho he is not part of the fires, but he is in the area where there is massive flooding. Your writing certainly shows the pain, yet it brings hope, I very much like the thought of the haunting sounds of the didgeridoo, it's a good ending to that poem. I'd like to see more of your writings as well. Verena
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Work spares us from three evils: boredom, vice, and need.
::verenabloo
02/24/09 8:02 AM GMT
Here is one of my last poems:

night song

the night was ever so silent
I was hoping the hush would
lull me to sleep
my eyes looked out
of the shadowed window
and found the thinning moon
upon a silver sky tapestry
the heavens cluttered
in a blanket of stars
a slight breeze drifted
its coolness over my face
preparing to help me sleep
the autumn stillness
was quickly interrupted
by a soothing whoo--
whoo-whoo-whoo
a night owl with its
lonely song
brought its sweetest
ravishment
to my half-shut eyes
rocking me to sleep

verena
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Morning Twilight

The dawn shivers
upon my skin
as my eyes awake
Dreams had twisted
their shadows
within my mind
Scents of daylight
enter all thoughts
waking my heart
I hear sounds
of left-over rain
upon the rooftop
Through the window
fog begins its crawl
over purpled trees
Bringing a sea
of yellow soup
over waking homes
I am bathed
with silence
of deep comfort
This dawn shivers
on my solace
of nights end
My body curls up
within softness
of daylights kiss
My hands reach out
blushing at
your peaceful face
I draw a deep breath
allowing this time
to absorb me

by Verena
January 26, 2003
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Work spares us from three evils: boredom, vice, and need.
::verenabloo
02/26/09 8:10 AM GMT
Here is a poem I thought you all might enjoy. It's a twist on colours.

What If?.........

What if snowflakes were
the color of rainbows?
What if autumn leaves
were coated with confetti?
Or you could choose what
color the sky could be today?
What if the grass and trees
were blue instead of green?
And the oceans were purple
with sunsets of chartreuse?
If seagulls were black
instead of white?
And crows and ravens were
white instead of black?
What if snow came tumbling
down in fluorescent colours?
Would we change what is now
or would we leave it alone?
Think of purple grapes tasting
like oranges or apples.
And lemons tasting like
grapes or strawberries.
And if blueberries were red
while raspberries were blue.
Would life be any different,
any better or more exciting?
What if the stars were
scarlet coloured heartshapes?
What if there were no tears?
Only laughter and smiles?
Would it change us?
Would be become bored?
Discontent in doldrums?
Or would we start something new?
Pick a star shaped like the moon?
Or see the clouds in purple,
with a sky of pale green?
Endless combinations
we can dream on and on forever.
I see the night blazing in red
and the day in lavender haze.
Take me....to a new planet
something rainbow-coloured,
with tall milkiwhite plants
that taste like cherries
with blue chocolate chips!

by Verena
June 5, 2002
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Work spares us from three evils: boredom, vice, and need.
::verenabloo
02/26/09 8:22 AM GMT
Here is a poem I thought you all might enjoy. It's a twist on colours.

What If?.........

What if snowflakes were
the color of rainbows?
What if autumn leaves
were coated with confetti?
Or you could choose what
color the sky could be today?
What if the grass and trees
were blue instead of green?
And the oceans were purple
with sunsets of chartreuse?
If seagulls were black
instead of white?
And crows and ravens were
white instead of black?
What if snow came tumbling
down in fluorescent colours?
Would we change what is now
or would we leave it alone?
Think of purple grapes tasting
like oranges or apples.
And lemons tasting like
grapes or strawberries.
And if blueberries were red
while raspberries were blue.
Would life be any different,
any better or more exciting?
What if the stars were
scarlet coloured heartshapes?
What if there were no tears?
Only laughter and smiles?
Would it change us?
Would be become bored?
Discontent in doldrums?
Or would we start something new?
Pick a star shaped like the moon?
Or see the clouds in purple,
with a sky of pale green?
Endless combinations
we can dream on and on forever.
I see the night blazing in red
and the day in lavender haze.
Take me....to a new planet
something rainbow-coloured,
with tall milky white plants
that taste like cherries
with blue chocolate chips!

by Verena
June 5, 2002
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Work spares us from three evils: boredom, vice, and need.
::verenabloo
04/14/09 6:42 AM GMT
Haven't been here for a while, so thought I might post a poem of mine that I like.

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sea wind

the sea wind
spreads its wings
over endlessness
covering the waters
with gentle whispers
until the fog appears
then the sea wind
fades away
and the gray fog
lays itself to sleep
upon the ocean
laying as a swadling cloth
keeping the earth quiet
it moves slowly
as slow as molten silver
at the waters edge
her blue eyes opened
after a night of dreams
that floated under the fog
dreams of unspoken promises
of wishes to be fulfilled
the salty ocean air
tenderly entered the window
waking her awaiting soul
as once again the morning air
softly washes her face
to wake her with october

verena
october 12, 2004




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Those that make the best use of their time have none to spare.
.Warrior_of_the_Eceni
04/15/09 12:52 AM GMT
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"I am trying to pry open your casket with this burning snowflake" -James Tate
::verenabloo
04/16/09 12:44 AM GMT
Matt, first of all I want to say I really like your style of writing.
The way you end the line and then go straight on to finishing it in
the next line. Very nicely done."Riding the Radio Hiways over blurred
streets in Brooklyn" wow what an awesome descrition! Radio hiways...
that's just fantastic. And the description of the 'glass locomotive',
well, I am just in awe of your wording. "where I stood contemplating the road", yet another great wording. Then "I stood for years uncounted".
I really love this writing, it says so much, is filled with such unique
drama. Please let me see more of your writing soon. And feel free to email me if you wish also. The addie is on my gallery page in caedes.
Here is another of my poems:
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A Poets Mask

Remove this mask, I now ask
nothing else of me, I need to see
my truness and love, fare above
as I must myself be, what to see
what I've hidden so long, was wrong
once I was weak, a heart to seek
I found words in time, to be mine
teaching my poets pen, once again
to love and play, for another day
no more masquerade, a spade is a spade
no more tears, nor demented fears
the disguise is gone, I now belong
on a poets morn, this love was born
without a mask, I seek this task
to rid me of fears, I shall appear
within my space, my mask I now deface!

by Verena
October 5, 2000
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Those that make the best use of their time have none to spare.
::verenabloo
04/27/09 6:26 AM GMT
Here is a new poem I just finished. Please comment if you wish.
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Maybe

Do this
don't do that
Wait
don't go
Cry
don't be sad
Laugh
can't do it
Run
don't walk
Cook
can't eat
No fun
to cook
for just one
Do something
Maybe
maybe not
Imagine
but don't dream
Hush up
don't scream
Hear the music
don't listen
Talk
don't talk now
Don't hate
it's too late
Be in like
Be in love
Never
Always
Start here
go there
Pain is
everywhere
Change then
Focus
Live with
determination
not exasperation
Make things
happen
Take the time
now
Don't loiter
be bold
Make your mark
Don't wait
Start now!

Verena
25 april 2009
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The art of being wise is knowing what to overlook. William James
::solita17
12/19/09 2:30 AM GMT
*Bump*
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"Never let your studies interfere with your education." - Pete Seeger
::verenabloo
12/19/09 4:50 AM GMT
Mary!!....c'mon now, let's post some poetry girl!!! It's time eh? Let's get others to join up or write or something? ok?? I'm ready...Verena
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“Courage consists in the power of self-recovery.” Ralph Waldo Emmerson
.Warrior_of_the_Eceni
03/01/10 6:18 PM GMT
This is a story about
the socket deep in yr guts
where the soul screws in
to yr wet flesh. And
what happens when some-
one/thing tears it out:
The dull throbbing, the
way the color drains
away, and how nothing
can give you peace.
Save for the whispering
susurrus of spinning gears.
Yes, the delicate silver
machinery behind these
tired faces, inside of
every errant molecule.
Outside of yr broken
lonely corpse.
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"I am trying to pry open your casket with this burning snowflake" -James Tate
+purmusic
03/01/10 11:46 PM GMT
New form and direction, Matt?
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"There is always something waiting at the end of the road ... if you're not willing to see what it is ... you probably shouldn't be out there in the first place."
.twinkel
04/09/10 5:12 PM GMT
Silence


Words can hurt, silence even more
wish you would talk and open up your door
"I will never hurt you" is what you said
now your gone and a part of me is dead
Don't know where things went wrong
our love felt so strong
We never hold, never kissed
it's your love that I miss
I cry each night my tears for you
wonder if it's the same that you will do
Many words are unspoken
you left my heart broken


Yes, words can hurt, but silence even more!


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Carpe Diem
+purmusic
10/13/10 1:46 AM GMT
For Verena:

Remembered Joy

"Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free!
I follow the plan God laid for me.
I saw His face, I heard His call,
I took His hand and left it all...
I could not stay another day,
To love, to laugh, to work or play;
Tasks left undone must stay that way.
And if my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss...
Ah yes, these things I, too, shall miss.
My life's been full, I've savoured much:
Good times, good friends, a loved-one's touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief—
Don't shorten yours with undue grief.
Be not burdened with tears of sorrow,
Enjoy the sunshine of the morrow."
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::solita17
10/15/10 6:32 AM GMT
Words fail.....
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"If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." -- Katharine Hepburn
.Warrior_of_the_Eceni
08/03/15 6:23 PM GMT
hello strangers
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"I am trying to pry open your casket with this burning snowflake" -James Tate
::Constance52347
08/07/15 11:43 PM GMT
There's some seriously good poetry on here...not my forte, but a pleasure to read.
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::Tootles
07/04/17 1:57 PM GMT
I never considered what my favourite poem might be.

Most likely this? It's never far from my mind.
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