Sponsor |  sam-diablo | Sep 1, 2006 2:34pm | | Any stumblers who have a way with words may want to get creative and post some of their poetry |
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Sponsor | | Migrant-Picker | Sep 4, 2006 9:19pm |
Again
seeds of love
germinate within
sprout, flower
then push out
through the heart
and beyond
into another's soul
renewing them
growing, blossoming again
then thrive
a single petal fades
first to die
falling, floating gently
to the ground...
Again
Gary Adler
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|  |  1382562 | Sep 5, 2006 1:53am | 
Amidst the graves
A Lone tree reminds death
in its ubiquity
that life intertwines us
The darkness covered scene
An approaching storm by which
The elements do not care
but comes now to remind us
"yet we will nourish you despite
this seeming lack of care
for our spirits give
of life to drink" and fill us
Place in your thoughts the fact that life and death are the ultimate ironies, that one contains the other, and that beneath it all is nature. |
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Sponsor | | dreama | Sep 5, 2006 5:54am | I looked in the mirror
and I saw a little tear.
I couldn't help but wonder
What is this doing here?
The tear started rolling,
it started rolling fast.
That's when I realized
it was a reflection from my past. |
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Sponsor | | nyckfull | Sep 5, 2006 9:28pm |
 Could we live
in this
narrow room
biscuits baking
within
while birdsong
fills the day
without?
Could I ease your pain
with my gentle touch
or the strawberry jam
I put up in glowing jars
on the shelf above the window?
Could you hear me
when I have
nothing to say
and nowhere
I'd rather be
than in this narrow room
With the biscuits baking
within
and the birdsong
without
~meadow 090306 21:21 |
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|  PeterJukes | Sep 6, 2006 1:44am |
TOGETHER OR APART
Together
Or
Apart
Much easier to see
Just one dilemma
In the frame of forever
See it now
Together
Or
Apart
But unpick the words
Suspect the simplicity
Apart could be
Communing despite miles
A constant presence
Like a subtitle in your life
Apart could be
The meaning you hold
Like two strings vibrating
To the same note
Unpick the words
Together might mean
Cleaving down the middle
Inseparable as a wound
Dependent as enemies
Demanding as
A beggar's bowl
Imploring the pennies
That make you poor
Unpick the meaning, unpack the words
Go beyond the dilemma
See us both
Standing here
And listen to the world
Beneath the footsteps
And murmur of voices
And the passing cars
The world is so quiet
So quiet
And we have to keep
Ourselves
Together
And stop
Being
A part
Peter Jukes |
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Sponsor | | MindHunterINFJ | Sep 8, 2006 10:26pm | NOTE: The following is a poem from my recently completed and copyrighted book: "Childhood's Rend: Memories Of The Dog Star." Copyrighted 2006 by Jack Clifford. All rights reserved. I am posting merely to share and to solicit criticism and feedback, and any additional publication in cyberspace and/or the print media and/or elsewhere is strictly prohibited without the prior, express, written permission of the author.
Guarded By The Coiled Serpent
The empty taste of what might've been
Is pregnant with the stench of regret
A universe of verboten sins
Edens that could happen yet
If only the gateway to that firmament
Weren't guarded by the coiled serpent!
Innocence flung into the pungent world
Dazzling ripplings of laughing girls
Amidst the swirling eons of space
A moment's peace on a lacquered face
If only the gateway to that firmament
Weren't guarded by the coiled serpent!
If only, the key to that door
If only to venture in time once more
Back to the egg on the sandy beach
Wiggling worm beyond the tidal reach
If only the gateway to that firmament
Weren't guarded by the coiled serpent!
I've slain the dragon and I've speared the beast
But nothing's as hard as the humble feat
Of proclaiming victory in the face of defeat
Of laying my soul at my Savior's feet
If only the gateway to that firmament
Weren't guarded by the coiled serpent! |
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|  LinkJunky | Sep 24, 2006 1:57am | Regret's poison
A seed is layin one heart is torn
The emptiness felt of a mind bent and broken
Regret the virus, that sinester diease.
The fury of remorse, what if what if.
The mading images of regrets poison.
Fleeting memories, imaginations of what could have been. |
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|  Ifbbita | Oct 3, 2006 3:45pm | Night of the Baphomets
While the moon still shines blue
By dawn it will be soaked a scarlet hue
As we lay in a heaving ocean of flesh deep inside the chateau
We sent them to find her little boy
Across the mountains they traveled, covered in snow
We already see the moon transforming
Assuming its true form, soon the blood will be pouring
She acted out, while fucking the baphomet
As she rode him writhing in unbridled joy
The consequences versus the benefits she forgot to weigh
Under her pillow we left her newborn's spine
Oh, the fun we had while she was away
And out of the baby's brain we made sorbet
The feelings we had after the feast were sublime
And while this platinum blonde angel is getting her wings cut
The poachers waiting for her husband to come home will have their way
This will teach all others to keep their mouths shut
Can I get some feedback on this? |
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|  meimei1491 | Jun 1, 2007 5:03pm | Watercolor.
Theres going to be a day,
when color will shift seamlessly together,
and flow across the paper,
following a path,
made by guiding water.
Strokes will intermingle,
single dabs of smoothing bristles,
drying in the patterns,
of a vision, ever clear.
The scents will linger,
hovering in unseen corners;
sliding off in puddles,
pooling round the edges;
left to ripple back through spaces,
the last traces of tainting flesh,
in an instant of raw creation. |
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