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Post by lexxfan12004 on Apr 26, 2004 16:25:45 GMT -5
You're welcome, Thomas. It's the thought that counts Thank you, Kerri.
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Post by lexxfan12004 on May 7, 2004 10:32:21 GMT -5
Here's another qoute for Thomas: Roses are red Violets are blue I'm cheching my email And I miss hearing from you Thank you, Kerri.
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Post by Goblin on May 13, 2004 21:05:26 GMT -5
Dreaming of travelling With the sun Without haste Within we wait Within we watch Transformation Integration Each lesson learned Each season in turn Hair like autumn Eyes like winter Smile like spring What will summer bring?
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Karen
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Post by Karen on May 15, 2004 21:16:11 GMT -5
That's a sweet, inspirational poem, Goblin, It's also very touching that soothes the soul; it's also very deep. I'd like to read more of that kind; they're very inspirational. Stan Fan to Stan Fan, Karen
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Post by Goblin on May 19, 2004 16:49:23 GMT -5
Inspirational? Thanks Karen Guess it's a good thing I wrote a poem about that dream, and not the dream about two little men painting walls with custard, LOL Too much Chinese food at bedtime - never a good idea...
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Post by Bebop on May 19, 2004 20:28:57 GMT -5
Well since it's hit page 5, I think I'll tack it up....... Great stuff guys! This is an awesome collections of works. Here's a newer one for the pile....
Darkness falls, a red mourning sun rises... It is still; all manner of creature long fled this place. Bodies litter the ground; the colors of these are of no more consequence to them. Some lay as they had fallen, some crawling further still unwilling to give up. Each had family, each had reason enough to justify being here, each is man. In the unnatural silence, a victor can be neither confirmed nor denied; all that lie here have won only death. Only when those not present are through counting their coffers can this be assesssed.
Bebop ;D
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Post by Goblin on Jun 2, 2004 18:33:27 GMT -5
Then along comes a moment That's empty, a vessel For something that someone should say But without a remark Which will anchor it fast The moment is drifting away
And the inches between us Are almost an ocean And almost as awkward to cross This thing that we've started The waters uncharted And we're both afraid we'll be lost
So I search for a word which Can carry the meaning Of all that I want you to know But deep down I'm really Not sure what I'm feeling It's too far for one word to go
And the inches between us Are almost an ocean But that doesn't mean we can't try We could both reach the shore And that's got to mean more Than maybe being left high and dry
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Post by lexxfan12004 on Jun 15, 2004 10:15:32 GMT -5
Another poem for Thomas:
Roses are red Violets are blue As I sit here and write I'm thinking of you
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Post by Goblin on Jun 20, 2004 17:42:10 GMT -5
Goblin has been people-watching - luckily, these people are not computer-friendly enough to find this...
A party A girl A man A wife And everyone else wondering Tonight - ?
The girl and the wife - Are friends The girl and the man - Are not friends, oh, no, Not friends at all There's not a word for what they are Not yet The man is drinking, laughing The girl - The girl is not doing anything, oh, no, Not doing anything at all Just - Smiling at all the right times Laughing at all the right lines Touching Just enough
Face flushed The man laughs louder The girl gets quieter Sucking the sound from the room Her silence screaming "Touch me!"
And everyone else watching Except - ?
The wife - The wife is not watching them, oh, no, Not watching them at all Just - Trusting in her man Trusting in her friend Waiting To be betrayed
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Post by Space Invaders on Jul 7, 2004 20:33:08 GMT -5
Alright guys, be kind, I usually don't let anyone read this stuff. Waves crash and swirl upon the shore Not unlike the sea of madness brewing in my mind Slowly, rhythmically, eroding my soul. Darkness crashes down upon me and the silence thunders hard in my ears Blood trickles from my wounds, self inflicted out of hate... Bittersweet Agony. Now here I am, alone and crying Tears and blood pooling around my trembling body... Battered and broken I lie... There ya go... kinda depressing I know but that's how I felt at the time... Love, Kristin
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Post by Thomas on Jul 8, 2004 0:30:11 GMT -5
Nothing wrong with expressing exactly how you feel. It may not always be happy, and it may not always be the popular stand.. but it's honesty.. and that's what's really most important.
Your work is beautiful and inspired.. you should definitely keep it up.
Look at Lord Byron's works, for example. They're not always positive or cheerful. Sometimes they're quite shocking, in fact and filled with a certain sadness. The important thing is that he spoke his mind, and didn't hold back. It's all part of our wonderful journey toward self-discovery. We can't be complete if we embrace the light, yet ignore the darkness. It would be like having day without a night.
Our own Lord 'Brian' (and I hope he doesn't mind that, I mean it with deep respect) is another good example of this, I think. While I don't see it here now, I read one of his poems in here awhile back.. and while I perceived a profound sadness in it, it was also very memorable.. and very meaningful. Life is not all filled with joyous times, but there's pain and sorrow as well.. and I think it's probably something that we can all relate to. Poems like this are comforting sometimes, because through them we're reminded that others feel what we do.. and we don't feel so alone.
That's just my own two cents. Other views will invariably vary.
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Post by Thespyma on Jul 8, 2004 14:49:41 GMT -5
Life is not all filled with joyous times, but there's pain and sorrow as well.. and I think it's probably something that we can all relate to. Poems like this are comforting sometimes, because through them we're reminded that others feel what we do.. and we don't feel so alone. That's just my own two cents. Other views will invariably vary. So true,Thomas, so true. I really identified with Kristin's poem as I am in a big down time right now. Poetry and music are such a panacea in times like these. I sing, and my voice is never better than when I am in a down phase. I let all my emotion flow from me. Very cathartic...
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Post by quixote on Jul 8, 2004 15:31:15 GMT -5
Interesting work Goblin!
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Post by Goblin on Jul 8, 2004 18:57:16 GMT -5
Thank you I do my humble best. Nah, actually I just do what the pixie sticks tell me, hee hee
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Post by Thespyma on Jul 8, 2004 23:02:07 GMT -5
Great piece, Goblin. It hit close to my experiences and was very intense.
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