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Post by Goblin on Jan 21, 2004 3:08:19 GMT -5
CAPPUCCINO
"Just call me Cappuccino!" I'm not even going to ask what she means She giggles, sits in front of me The waiter brings the drink She flirts, furiously I'm always the one who pays She sips my coffee Pronounces it "Yucky!" Adds more sugar than anyone can stand Wipes her mouth against my hand A frothy coffee kiss Gone
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Post by Goblin on Jan 24, 2004 1:04:08 GMT -5
TREES
On a day when I felt old I went to the trees The trees had been forever More of forever Than I would ever see They didn't know me They didn't care Comfort in not caring I could be anyone I didn't matter They told me It didn't matter I could be anyone Anyone I wanted I left the trees On a day when I felt young
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Bebop
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Post by Bebop on Jan 24, 2004 1:48:40 GMT -5
Oh Gobby!! You always have great stuff!!! I love to see a new one of yours on here!
I have had my hands so busy.... I haven't had much time to write.... but I managed one:
Lying awake...the darkness brings me thoughts of your smile I am swept away; a willing wind, a willing heart My hands find their own path across my skin... to where last your touch fell upon me It carries me to your side, to hear your breath; to be near to you... Reaching out, I long to know that touch once again..... To stand in that light, feel it's warmth; become it's adoration.
;DBebop
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Post by dragonflymaiden on Jan 25, 2004 4:58:07 GMT -5
Hope you all don't mind this domestic contribution:
Cooking Shhhhhhh, in goes the sugar, Thunk in goes the brown sugar. Don't forget the butter! One whole cup, Make it real, For that luscious feel. Stir 'til your arm falls off. It's smooth, and lovely, Smells like nothing else, No garden could ever, Come close. Hey little one! Get me a couple of eggs. Like these, mommy? Yeah, those are perfect. I want to crack them, he joyfully says. I'm slightly nervous. Little one cracks them. Shells go in, Yolk stays out. Hey little one, Get me another egg. I quickly crack what is left, And 'help' with the new one. Stir, stir, stir. It's delightful and creamy. Smoother than before. I pour some vanilla, Little one hits the mark this time. Out comes the flour, Not too fussy about what goes in, Little one makes a cloud, I cough, open my eyes, and stir again. Baking soda added, I put a little elbow grease more. The chocolate, the chocolate! How can you forget the chips? Now nirvana is at our finger tips. Delicately, we get out the spoon. Just in case we're caught licking, But our fingers ussually do. Eleven minutes later, Crunchy biscuits of chocolate chips. Cold milk, Good time. Learning to cook.
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LilPixie
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Post by LilPixie on Jan 27, 2004 14:42:51 GMT -5
Darkness This loneliness and darkness lies forever enfolding me into it's arms, it holds me so tight it is almost suffocating. It is so strong as is it were sending a message, saying that I shall always be alone and shall never be truly loved. The darkness engulfs me and the loneliness surrounds me, each breath I take makes me want to cry to get it all out as if the tears would wash away all the darkness as if it were just some kind of paint that lies swallowing me and that I only need a pure washing. As if the tears would cause my eyes to open and be clear, and let me see someone standing before me and offering his unconditional and true love. Love that was pure and honest. But, no tears come, my darkness tightens and my loneliness deepens. I shall never again see the true and pure light, nor, shall I ever experience what it is like to always have someone with me to protect me from loneliness. I shall forever be cast aside and life will pass me by.
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Post by Bebop on Jan 28, 2004 20:54:37 GMT -5
Cusp
Torn...pivitol moment passed. Lament for what is lost to me. Tumbling... downward I slipped, until the ground welcomed me with an unsure grasp It cradled me; I moved beyond what was, rose and walked toward what is..... Seeking what will be.... Sure steps on an uncertain path. I chose....
;DBebop
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Post by Goblin on Jan 29, 2004 12:58:43 GMT -5
FIRST SNOW
Each unique flake Dancing slowly with its shadow As they fall Merging Melting Dying in the dark Turning streets to glass Covering the grass An ice cold quilt Yet still it warms my heart That calm That only snow can grant
First snow Each time the same Tomorrow will be normal, but today - Traffic gridlocked Even the gritter cannot free itself I know my bus won't come So I walk home Snow drifts I drift The miles pass in a dream Hot breath on cold wind on hot skin Into the fields, with brambled edges Sharpness lost in softness Reeds bent beneath the gentle weight I saw a heron once, here by the river He was still, but I was stiller No sign of him today, or of the fox Who hunts for rabbits by the bank All gone I carry on Drawn by the scent of salt and vinegar From the chip shop in the village Over the bridge Past the monument to the 'great' war Past the sign commemorating radio Long ago Willows casting shadows The village green is white No footprints on it yet Nor will there be For the wind is rising now Bringing still more snow Pushing me up the slope Towards the church I turn away Walk through the graves And head for home And still the snow
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Post by Bebop on Feb 1, 2004 0:37:37 GMT -5
Solitude
Silence... the joy of having it, knowing it; the quiet that soothes and strengthens. Alone; away from all that taunts, tempts, and tortures... wrap myself in it, become it's friend, it's lover....... dare not to interupt it's song playing in my head. These hours, so very few, are what I crave.... Between dusk and dawn, all is still; all is silent. It is then that I know peace. It is then that I know joy.
;DBebop
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Post by Goblin on Feb 7, 2004 3:43:01 GMT -5
Sorry it's another long one.. memory of a mad weekend.
ECLIPSE
And then somebody said (I don't remember who) "Let's go see the eclipse!" We piled into a car Before dawn, reached the coast Waited hours for the boat Seaside sounds mean no sleep Screeching squabbling seagulls Fighting over fast food I guess gulls have bad taste Easy ferry crossing (Well - seemed easy to me I'm used to rougher seas) We all went up on deck To will the clouds away Watched from the harbour wall As the sun slipped from view Light cloaked behind the moon Moment without movement Except one lonely bird Flying blind and silent Silence stranger than dark (For darkness falls each night Crowds rarely fall silent) And when the sun returned Everyone cheered and clapped And laughed like they were kids Then we had breakfast (lunch?) Italian restaurant And raced round the island A blur of flowers, fields Sand sculptures, candy floss And, by a hidden pool Looming, a huge statue Statue of an old god People photographed it The ducks just ignored it (Tired, I almost asked it "Do you ever feel cold?") We caught the last boat back And drove into the night Hadn't slept for three nights Navigated, of course Map ten years out of date But still we found the place A shame the only bed Belonged to one I hate
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Post by Goblin on Feb 17, 2004 18:19:55 GMT -5
One night the sky winked at me Like a cross-eyed god Who'd seen the joke of it all
High above I saw a face made up Of far-off stars Of satellites Of blinking lights On aircraft Bound for exotic destinations Temporary constellations Windswept clouds became Windswept hair The vast face stared Down into my garden Winked an eye And did it sigh Or was that just a breeze That touched the trees?
But then - The planes went on their way And the face changed Hair parted, departed As the wind dropped The moment lost And no-one else to see That wink, but me
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Karen
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Post by Karen on Feb 17, 2004 23:27:23 GMT -5
Goblin, Your poem reminds me of my trip I came back from this past weekend; what a great description of the convention I just attended. I thank you for that; but I am glad you didn't include 1 thing, smog. Stan Fan to Stan Fan, Karen
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Post by Bebop on Mar 4, 2004 20:40:21 GMT -5
Broken
The wicked hours are passed with lament, the quiet hours with grief. Greeting even the day with tears, evershed... Welcoming the darkness for it's likened nature; feeling comfort in that which burns, consumes, and destroys. That which comes for me, I beg to take me; broken as I am.
Bebop ;D
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Post by Goblin on Mar 5, 2004 21:59:06 GMT -5
NUMBER
Looking for safety in numbers Finding none Feeling numb Knowing the only safe number Is one
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Post by Bebop on Mar 10, 2004 7:56:56 GMT -5
Veiled Schism
Betrayl...from hands quickly self-washed of guilt; Unrest spreads through me, leaving an impression. All is unwell, all is chaos... There is no sound in the night; The stillness breathes my fear a new breath.... Sick with grief I lay down to close my eyes... The day has taken my strength and left a bitter taste in my mouth. To sleep; to move beyond all this....beyond all things..to rest.... Deep within it devours, deep within me it burns.... The shadows steal in to stifle that which keeps my rest peaceful.... It is clouded, I cannot see beyond this..... Discerning only the undeniable rift.....
Bebop ;D
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Post by bethstar69 on Mar 10, 2004 10:13:24 GMT -5
www.poetry.com/is where my are they are not as good as every body else but that is where they are look my name up Elizabeth Slayton ok i love all your poems brian is the best take care beth
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