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Post by Goblin on Jul 14, 2004 16:45:54 GMT -5
BONFIRE
Pine Needles crisp, and curl, and burn Ash and gone Ash white as bone Exposed Naked flame As red as blood A regular surprise Hot words in smoke Burning eyes
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Thespyma
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Post by Thespyma on Jul 14, 2004 20:29:01 GMT -5
BONFIRE Pine Needles crisp, and curl, and burn Ash and gone Ash white as bone Exposed Naked flame As red as blood A regular surprise Hot words in smoke Burning eyes I want to go burn something now. Ah now I have a candle in front of me. I just wish it would crackle. Your poem made me homesick. But that is not a bad thing....
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Thespyma
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Post by Thespyma on Jul 14, 2004 20:31:19 GMT -5
Of course if you took the words pine and needles off then your poem would be describing my skin in this darn Tx heat!!!
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Post by Goblin on Jul 29, 2004 21:08:19 GMT -5
Hmm.. should I add a disclaimer? "Warning - poetry may cause pyromania"?
Most of what I've done recently has just been depressing stuff about my mother - but here's another people-watching one instead
BEERFEST
Smells of hot meat, cold beer How strange to find you here Somewhere we never go Somehow I should have known Sitting down on damp grass Talking till it got dark Exactly like before I watched you look for her Confusion in kind eyes Concern in crooked smile Did you know just what was gone Did you wish you were the one Moving home Moving on
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Post by Goblin on Aug 15, 2004 21:28:57 GMT -5
ONE ROAD
One road Just that one long road Makes scenery Look so lonely So barren and forsaken
One road Built for heavy loads Far below me Far beyond me How anyone could take it
One road Driven into stone That pulls at me Just what could be Its final destination
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Post by Goblin on Sept 28, 2004 19:28:15 GMT -5
A certain day The sky was grey The walls were white The room was high The ceiling low A small window Desk by the sill House on a hill A rooftop view A winter mood Slide shut the drawer Walk out the door
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Post by Goblin on Oct 26, 2004 15:17:41 GMT -5
Stone Storm-sculpted Lines on Rock Face Worn Hollow Forms Fit For A head An arm A place To rest Lying on Sun-warmed Stone
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Post by Goblin on Nov 14, 2004 14:59:09 GMT -5
Traffic light trees Green, yellow, red Stop to summer Winter, ahead Skeletal leaves Ground under feet The ghosts of leaves Watermark streets Rusty puddles The light turns gold As sulky crows Protest the cold Hopping on rocks Loath to get wet Icy water Not freezing, yet In pleasant air A single strand Of spider web Riding the wind And "Soon, soon, soon" The cold wind says I know the wind Keeps promises
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Post by mysteriesofthesea on Nov 23, 2004 21:02:12 GMT -5
Here is a poem for you,..Brian. I hope that it makes you feel better after the terrible thing that happened to you and I hope that those bad guys are devoured by cluster lizards!! : DRAGONFLY'S LAMENT R. TATE I want to know why There's no willow wood. Is it a sad thing or good? That dragons fly into winter to die? That we mourn most what we've never stood Within the circle of our childish cry? Why is loss so well woven with wondering? Will I one night in summer fly again On winter woven wings? The juniper desert sings To dragonflys caught in amber. Amulets, Bought by gamblers Waging bets that they Will never die!!
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Post by lagan on Nov 25, 2004 3:40:58 GMT -5
Another poem for you Brian
COMPASSION by Jaya Moran
I take you to my heart dear friend Your troubles and woes I'll help to mend
A magic circle of your safe protection Enfolds us both in a lovely connection
I caress you with my healing hand And I'll hold you till you feel just grand
Life is loving, gentle and kind Bringing you harmony of body and mind
I know life hasn't been to kind to you lately, but I hope the loving and caring thouths of all your friends here, make you feel a little better.
Lagan.
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Post by Goblin on Nov 30, 2004 15:45:37 GMT -5
MIST
Do you remember? That morning? Golden leaves On silver birch Mist spiralling upwards Stroking the trees Sunlight stretching upwards Splitting the mist The beauty of it And we looked at each other And smiled And said nothing Not one word Years ago Yet sometimes Still we say Do you remember? That morning? And smile At the memory The trees The mist The light The silence
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Post by mysteriesofthesea on Dec 23, 2004 20:23:35 GMT -5
SILENCE
The silence you don't hear,
.......But experience.
Walking through the woods,
Leaves crackling at your feet.
A sound that is not in your head.
The bustle going on in your mind.
This is the silence we would all like to meet.
Sitting along the ocean shore,
Waves breaking often;
Seagulls,
Silent for you
In their screaming.
This is nature's silence to you.
Everyone should take some time to spend alone.
Just sit somewhere when everywhere is noiseless.
Sit in the silence of your surroundings
While your busy mind roams.
THAT'S ALL THERE IS:
Outside of you:
...SILENCE.
Inside:
An imagined symphony of thoughts and sound!!
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Thespyma
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Post by Thespyma on Jan 6, 2005 18:59:05 GMT -5
Longing to have some extra sunshine I headed east. Unaware of what lay ahead I headed east. Following some forgotten instinct I headed east. Into the unknown I headed east. And there I found... Home.
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