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We Depart

emma-lou — 2010-03-09T21:46:40+01:00

We'd sing,
and we'd dance,
bounce like a spring,
look great at a glance.
Having fun is what we do,
best of buds right untill the end,
here for you when you want me too,
I am completely glad that your my best friend.

Then end of school comes, and you must go,
To your new collage or starting for a job,
You will be greatly missed, you know?
Thinkin about it makes me sob.
Your just like a drug,
no chance to restart
bye's and hug
we depart.

The tide of love

Nils Teodor — 2010-03-09T21:36:39+01:00

Find what is behind the mind

Stillness of no-thing

will bring

beauty in everything

When a heart breaks open

and emptiness dances

the tide of love

will erase all footprints of the past

This beautiful silent awareness will forever last

High To Low

Vince Gullaci — 2010-03-09T21:01:42+01:00

Pain is like
a localized storm
sooner or later
everyone is exposed
vulnerable to the rain.

untitled - hoping for suggestions from readers:)

Liliana Negoi — 2010-03-09T20:31:29+01:00

spring struggles to blossom
in a corner of my garden:
a bunch of snowdrops
have shown their heads
through the not yet gone snow...
and i watch them each morning when i wake up
and each evening before falling asleep,
always in awe for their will to live,
despite the snow surrounding them...
it is said that God never gives you more than you can carry...
and i wonder,
if a tiny flower can survive in those conditions,
how much can a human being handle?...

myth and magic

Peter Humphreys — 2010-03-09T20:14:40+01:00

the sun rose
unexpectedly
not that
I did not expect it
to do so
but not there
of all places
behind the woods
where we had slept
all night
as one

she rose
through glowing clouds
casting deep shafts
banded
as Jacob�s Ladder
or the stairway
to the Grail
myth and magic

but I no Galahad be
for I am no soldier
no chivalrous knight
in armour shining
rescuing maidens
dragon slaying
jousting until
my head zings
and spins
like Saturn�s rings

no
this morning
my pilgrimage has begun
to seek the truth
in shabby tired clothes
as my faith
long battered be
and hope
a colander of woes
just questin� be
as Pellinore
not seeking salvation
but salvation
seeking me

what see I
a robin on a branch
a field frog winking at me
the risen son
now guiding me
whence all hope comes
not from deep
within the ocean
nor brought
with the wild geese
sunrise�d be
but
within
without
wherever
the son
shines
the sun
shines

Regina\'s Poems #241: Honors

cowboy jim — 2010-03-09T19:53:17+01:00

Regina�s got a wall
full a blue ribbons and trophies
from horse shows

and club calves and barrel racin.
Laura�s got
every kind of academic award

that�s ever been invented.
Colt�s got his fair share
a buckles and prize money

and I got a penchant
for drinkin too much beer
and makin an ass outta myself.

Maybe I�m bein too hard on myself.
Maybe I ain�t.

Boys x.x

Jaydee x.x — 2010-03-09T19:46:45+01:00

Some Boys Are Fit,
Some Boys Are Not,
Some Have Clear Skin,
Some May Have The Occasional Spot,
But None Of Us Care,
Because You're Definately Hot.

Some May Be Fat,
Some May Be Skinny,
And Sometimes All They Think About,
Is How Big Is Their Willy,
They Act Like A Pratt,
But Definately Silly.

Some Are Sexual,
Some Say They Aren't,
They Think They Can Lie,
But We Know They Can't,
They Try And Trick Us,
And Try And Tear Us Apart.

Hurting Us,
Is There Main Interest,
But We'll Hurt Them,
So Then We Don't Care Less,
Sometimes They Are As,
Annoying As The Press.

But Trust Me Boys,
Us Girls Aren't,
Just your Toys.

Us Girls Could Match You Anyday,
In Any Way.

x.x

The Invisible Girl

Baby_Boo — 2010-03-09T18:53:57+01:00

have you seen her?
That girl
Who claims she didnt care
For the love she lost with that pearl

They say she met her end
By the overdose of pills
Because her lover couldnt mend
The passion that kills

He called it quits
When his love for her was lost
And now her hearts in little bits
But she still remembers the words 'Love You Lots!'

She wonders the world
Seeking her lost lover
Who's feelings were hurled
At another.

All You Need Is

Baby_Boo — 2010-03-09T18:43:38+01:00

Look in my eye's
Can you feel the connection?
I know you can
All I want is that sense of protection

When you hold me tight
Dont let go!
Because were gonna take flight
Together forever

Just me and you
Embracing the love we share
No one can ruin this moment
Because we dont care

Whatever they may think
Just remember I Love You!
And I want to forever share this link
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

Thoughts That I Know I Think x.x

Jaydee x.x — 2010-03-09T18:15:20+01:00

One Minute I'm Happy,
One Minute I'm Sad,
This Can Drive Me,
Insanely Mad.

I Don't Like To Cry,
But It Is Randomly There,
Sometimes I Think,
People Really Don't Care.

I Hate To Be Angry,
But Sometimes It Needs To Come Out,
My Emotions Go Round,
Like A Round-a-bout.

There's One More Emotion,
That Gets Me,
It Hurts Me Like Heck,
As You Can Clearly See.

It Is Depression,
It Hits Me Hard,
Like A Tone Of Bricks,
That Emotion Should Be Bared.

These Emotions Make Me,
The Person I Am Today,
And Do You Think,
I Care About What You Say ???

To Be Honest,
If You Dont Like Me For Who I Am,
You Can Shuv It Up Your Arse,
As Far As You Can.

I'm Like Marmalade,
You Either Like Me Or You Don't,
Bully Me If You Will,
But I Know You Won't.

These Emotions Make Every Person,
Who They Are,
Now Back Off,
Because Emotions Are Here Like A Scar.

x.x

Regina\'s Poems #231: March Madness

cowboy jim — 2010-03-09T17:45:17+01:00

Me and Regina and Mrs Stricker and Mr Stricker
are watchin March Madness
and we ain�t cheerin for any particular team

but it�s nice settin and watchin
and feelin halfway like part of the family.
Halfway.

I reckon I got a ways to go.
In any case it�s nice.
Mrs Stricker even fixes up some popcorn.

Course this sort thing don�t last
and Regina excuses herself
to go feed a bottle calf she�s got in the barn

and the room closes in a little
but not too much on account of they know me pretty well.

---

I half sympathize with Mr and Mrs Stricker.
I ain�t the kid I was
and it ain�t clear yet what kind of kid I am.

I think Juno said that.
It�s one thing to help on round-up
which I�ve done forever

and another thing to be the teenager
that spends every wakin minute thinkin on their daughter.
I ain�t exactly altogether innocent

like I was before all this relationship stuff set in
and I reckon they�ve got their concerns.
Ain�t it natural that they�re wonderin what we get into

when we ain�t watchin March Madness.
Though I expect it�s half obvious.

Hiding Myself.

Holly Andrews — 2010-03-09T17:41:06+01:00

Go away,
Disappear
You'll Just cause trouble if you stay here.

Like i said Disappear,
Nobody... wants you here.

This is what happens when i be myself
My true personality put on a shelf.

Always to hide.
I guess this is my other side...

If only i could show my colours,
But now its gone hidden from others.

Now it's only fading
The reason came...
From all this hating...

read it fast before it swepts out of the poetbay\'s list

alarian — 2010-03-09T17:18:47+01:00

I am having REM troubles
while reading Freud

don't you while reading me?

TAZ (reworked from original)

MIK136PARKS — 2010-03-09T16:47:41+01:00

these words they are my tools,i am not skilled with them

i cant bend at will, i cant arrange on command

i can feel these thoughts, i can see the words

but,

i cant translate through a pen, i cant communicate through a page

i get so fustrated with myself, im better than this

arent i ?

I need for you to know

i need for you to see

not how much i like you

not how much i want you

not how i lust for you

not how i love you

but how i need you

how my very entity reaches out for you

how my mind has become your home

how i caress you with my thoughts

how i see nothing but you

how you are printed on my soul

how i scream to hold you

how every sound is your voice

how im dying without you

how ive started to blacken

I NEED YOU!

Domestic Awakening

William Stewart — 2010-03-09T14:27:12+01:00

It happened on a rare day in September,
a day shimmering with white-hot static in the air,
the pavement glimmering in the late autumn glare.

A timid squirrel squirreling,
an irridescent crow squandering
the day, a dragonfly whirling,
a confused bumble bee wandering
sparrows quarreling:

All must have observed, if they cared,
Caroline on the curved
front porch: her soul bared,
unnerved.

As if in a trance, or so it would seem,
she began to prance, as in a dream,
and then to dance.

Then without thinking,
she started to squirrel and squander;
listening and linking.
she ceased to ponder,
eyes blinking.

Like her shaggy sheepdog Drake,
when he came in from the rain all wet,
she began to shake
and drops of shame, rivulets of regret,
flew from her body to make

a puddle of burdens and cares
on the floor,
at which she stares,
renewed to the core,
as she continued dusting the chairs.

Proseprina, E\'en to Her Own Surprise (Plutonic Sonnets 106)

Rob Graber — 2010-03-09T14:20:39+01:00

Proserpina, e�en to her own surprise,
Was disinclined to think the matter through,
But cried, with deepest, darkest, shining eyes,
�Forever shall I share your Hell with you!�
By nobl� emotion was he thus unmanned,
And Pluto�s mouth went dry, his legs felt weak.
He wondered that the latter let him stand;
He wondered when the former�d let him speak.
Then in her eyes, a look of sudden fear,
And fairest of all faces went quite pale.
��Tis late; my mother will come seek me here;
We must make haste from out this pleasant vale!�
In setting sun, the sky went all aflame
As Pluto roused his horses, each by name.

Single Dad

Lawrence Beck — 2010-03-09T14:20:20+01:00

Behind this mask, a man who isn't much.
My cats and kids alike, in perfidy, betray
Me so. They fall into my lap and purr,
Revealing that I'm not the titan I had
Hoped you'd think I am. They indicate
That I am soft. I'd meant to make it seem
As if I'm hard, but, now, I know I can't.
Is all this domestic bliss? It isn't, but it
Indicates that I am not a man of men.
I'm only what they let me be: an easy mark,
A mommy/dad, while you, possessed of regal
Beauty, want a warrior. Mark my words,
Your gloss may fade, as beauty does, into
Domestic dowdiness, and you will see that he
Who wears the apron also wins the war.
The cats and kids, the little shits, have shown
You what I am. I may be less than what you'd
Hoped, but, in the end, it isn't hairy heroes
Who are what you need. It is the weasel
Wearing slippers, tending to the creatures
In his lap.

Niether sunset nor Sunrise, in-between

Wonder Woman — 2010-03-09T13:45:58+01:00

Days are passing by like the wind
and as time moves on, I move back
into a past of forgotten years
where the pictures are blur
covered with the dust , that these
years passing by have left.
Where sounds and voices are still there
yet with each minute that runs away
the sounds get swallowed in,
the voices get lower and lower.
There at the back of my mind
I have it all there, lived and memorized
mornings, days, and nights
with graves of love and grief.
Moments of company and lonesome
Tears of happiness and joy.
It's all beating less there.
There at the back of my mind
And it shall forever stay " there "
with all its busy lights, and shadows.
With all its past nights and days.
With the black and white sunsets.
Which the sun at shall for ever, yet
backwardly rise over..for a moment of
remembrance for my past and me.
And only a moment of remembrance shall it be!

no, baby

Magnus Ericsson — 2010-03-09T11:34:51+01:00

is not too small
is just right!
and is not too old
is fine!

and oh!
how I miss you
and oh!
how I don't know
how to get you back

so can you tell me what I gotta do to get you back?
what I gotta do to get you back?
baby! what I gotta do to get you back?
because I want you back

and I don't care how you come, baby
(well I care, but I don't mind)
as long as you come, baby
and I don't care how long you take
as long as you come, baby

baby, are you gonna come?

It feels like your still here

nature — 2010-03-09T11:25:10+01:00

It feels like your still here
Though you have been gone for many years
It feels like you still close
Though your grave is covered with my tears
It feels like you�re still a part of me
Like I never really lost you

Sometimes I think I hear you call
But when I wake up your not there
Sometimes I think I smell you
But no scent can compare
It�s like you still live here
In some other realm or space
It�s like you still dwell here
Coz where I look I see your face

Sometimes I swear I feel you holding me
But when I reach for you, you�re gone
Sometimes I swear you�re touching me
Mom I struggle to move on
It feels like your still here

I miss you

nature — 2010-03-09T11:18:00+01:00

I miss you
Your comfort
Your touch
Your smile

I miss you
Your voice
Your arms
Your love

I miss you
Your so far away
So distant
So cold
I miss you
Where did you go?
Your silence is my death
Your absence is my end
I need to know
Have you forgotten me?
Do you not remember?
My love�.

Do you not feel my pain?
Do you taste my tears?
If you could only see
Your right next to me
But still
I miss you

ALL I CAN SAY

Dreaming Dreams — 2010-03-09T09:17:13+01:00

I'm standing here listing
Water off a duck's back
All I can say is nothing more

Stuck your finger in the fire
Now you want to complain
All I can say is not much more

Fed up
Stood up
Your messin' up
Tired of puttin' up

It's a setup
He's actin' up
Told to wake up
And get the hell out!

Talkin' trash I hear ya
What's the purpose of this
All I can say is nothing more

His woes three quarters your blame
You take all the credit
All I can say is not much more

Fed up
Stood up
Your messin' up
Tired of puttin' up

It's a setup
He's actin' up
Told to wake up
And get the hell out!

All I can say
All I can say
All I can say
Is nothing more

All I can say
All I can say
All I can say
Is not much more

Copyright, Nathaniel London Jr. 2010

FORCED TO LIE

Dreaming Dreams — 2010-03-09T08:45:13+01:00

Queen takes king, what the hell!
To love's pawn shop hotel

Her open letter on a postcard
Revenge campaigning for votes

The last time truth rang Liberty's bell
She didn't answer her hero's call

His manhood left swinging in the wind
Honesty on the sofa anger wins the bed

Forced to lie
Trained to sugarcoat
Eggshells and rice paper
Tipping around like a thief
Home your prison cell
Peace in the garage

Want peace?
A quiet place to sleep?
Great meals to eat?
One way or another you'll be
Forced to lie!

Queen takes king, what the hell!
To love's pawn shop hotel

Her open letter on a post card
Revenge campaigning for votes

The last time truth rang Liberty's bell
She didn't answer her hero's call

His manhood left swinging in the wind
Honesty on the sofa anger wins the bed

Forced to lie
Tasty isn't sweet enough
Thin walls shallow cold floors
Easy are the nights that creep
Romance on a payment plan
Petty when love shouldn't

Wanna watch sports?
Avoid a divorce?
Share the same bed?
One way or another you'll be
Forced to lie

(Forced to lie)
(Forced to lie)
(Forced to lie)

Copyright, Nathaniel London Jr. 2010

Perplexing Only Dampens

liz munro — 2010-03-09T08:08:00+01:00

Perplexing worries of troubled mind
inner peace, it seems SO hard to find,
I can not see I am blind
need release from these chains that bind,
someone, please, send me a sign
that I am getting it right this time
constantly moving to a different rhyme
and always more then a step behind,
Life's cruel to those who are kind,
but, it only dampens my Star's shine.

03/03/10

TOOK A BULLET

Dreaming Dreams — 2010-03-09T08:00:16+01:00

I took a bullet meant for you
Straight to the main supply
No superficial wound to heal

Stronger than your profession
Believing more in my confession
Passion makes one immortal

A weakness waiting to falter
Top priorities way out of order
Sympathy I'm ready to do for self
Taking a knife's blade to the back

I took a bullet meant for you
The chances are death was certain
White sheets a steel curtain
Knife to the back a bullet for you
I took a bullet for you

Strapped with a golden shield
Raining angels snowing hail stones
Karma acting vain this time around

Sugar coated candy on a stick
Double chocolate extra creamy
Compassion saves the child

A secret anxious to reveal
The hellish curse of man's law compromised
Widows dry your lying you decide
Taking a knife's blade to the back

I took a bullet meant for you
The chances are death was certain
White sheets a steel curtain
Knife to the back a bullet for you

Took a bullet
A knife to the back
Took a bullet
A knife to the back

I took a bullet meant for you
They emptied the clip
Four followed by two
I took a bullet meant for you

Copyright, Nathaniel London Jr. 2010

Nothing To Say, Except.....

liz munro — 2010-03-09T07:57:38+01:00

With a sharp, bloody knife
on this cheerless day,
I am just going to
throw everything good away,
for my life's stuff-ups make this
compassionate heart brutally pay,
don't want to talk anymore
for there is nothing more to say..

...except goodbye!

15/02/10

I Want to Sing a Love Song

Bob Simpson — 2010-03-09T07:56:47+01:00

I want to sing a love song softly in your ear.
I want to sing a love song that only you can hear.
I want to sing a love song that shows you how I feel.
I want to sing a love song that let�s you know my love is real.

Love songs are timeless, they will always be in style.
Every generation has their share.
Songs so heartwarming, that are sure to bring a smile.
Songs to let you know how much you care.

I want to sing a love song softly in your ear.
I want to sing a love song that only you can hear.
I want to sing a love song that shows you how I feel.
I want to sing a love song that let�s you know my love is real.

Songs for you are easy, I only have to start.
The words just seem to pour out on the screen.
Simple words flow into verses, directly from my heart.
To relate to you exactly what I mean.

I want to sing a love song softly in your ear.
I want to sing a love song that only you can hear.
I want to sing a love song that shows you how I feel.
I want to sing a love song that let�s you know my love is real.

I�ll continue writing these verses just for you.
I cannot keep them bottled up inside.
Basic rhyming patterns that tell of a love that�s true.
I so wish you were by my side.

I want to sing a love song softly in your ear.
I want to sing a love song that only you can hear.
I want to sing a love song that shows you how I feel.
I want to sing a love song that let�s you know my love is real.

The world cries aloud

SecretWords — 2010-03-09T00:14:48+01:00

The world cries aloud!

Shrieks of horror, sorrow, pain

permeating all walks of life

Though it be hunger, loneliness, frightening memories of longing for love,

tears lay upon every human heart

pumping its plight through the life of humanity

For every trembling hand that longs to reach out

we swat away those that dare

For every act of cruelty that is left unpunished

we live our lives telling ourselves it wasn’t our responsibility to help

As the cries increase

rhythmically, reaching greater depths of depravity and cruelty

from our acts of neglect

we become ever more numb to our surroundings

Shutting ourselves out with painful, soothing, dazing, entrancing music

and any high we can find;

Sex, drugs, alcohol, love, pain, death

I wait in silence

for the world is tired of screams

and change will creep up in quiet acts of Love

Once upon a rabbit in the sink

Lalando — 2010-03-08T23:49:04+01:00

I�m sitting by my window-pane,
the street caught in a fluorescent glow
As water drifts towards the drain,
into the gutter far below
It�s dark outside I see
There is no light by which to see,
by which to write this cold soliloquy
Like a monster that is stirring,
slowly now you hear the whirring
Of a car down in the street
The pat-pat-pat of running feet
� wonder whom she has to meet?
Whether out there, there is someone she will greet?
And the rabbits in the sink
Have started counting now, or at least so I think
�Fourty-one, fourty-two, fourty-three, fourty-four�
But no, there is nothing left to see anymore
maybe I should just go have another sip of whisky, for the lifting
Of the sorrow
� that the pain may wait until tomorrow
Now the mood is slowly shifting
Hear the music slowly drifting
Drifting through my window-pane
A thousand dreams were shot in vain
Or so it seems
Sometimes in the midnight hour
When the monster will devour
I still recall her soothing screams
Or maybe I don�t
maybe it�s simply because my mind decays
it�s hard to tell these days

Once upon a time
We all could hear that faintest chime
That distant ring of new ideas
That fairest music to the ears
I�m just a cat like any other my brother
Sitting in my window-pane
Wondering if there is really nothing left to gain
Nothing but the pain I mean
That�s caught in this refrain
In this enchanted old machine
That seems to capture my ideas, and keep them stored for future�
No, there is no point in thinking
Along those lines � this ship is sinking
The only thing that shines
Is the halo of the flickering lamp far below
That still emits a ghastly glow
Maybe the rabbits in the sink have just forgotten what they know
Or maybe they haven�t,
maybe they still remember their ways
it�s hard to tell these days

Once upon a rabbit in the sink
There was a writer who was so drunk he couldn�t think
Left in solitude with a feeling of regret
I light another cigarette
An intoxicant so that I might forget
Those horrid screams, still lingering in silhouette
But no, her skin so soft, so smooth
The cigarette it cannot soothe
That ancient fear
That something horrid now draws near
�once upon a time� I think
No � I�ll have another drink
From the bottle standing on the old piano
Like me, it has forgotten how to spin that enchanting tune
That once did grow
� once upon a summer-night in June
And the rabbits in the sink?
They are still there, I think
Counting forty-two, whilst I sit down at a stool in an old decaying bar,
And have myself another drink
Or maybe I won�t, maybe that�s why my mind feels like it�s ablaze
Or maybe not
It�s hard to tell these days

The poetic state

John-Charles Cooke — 2010-03-08T23:18:17+01:00

In the 20th century, poetry, or lyric, fell from the level of the Gods, to the level of man - and very well too! This process cannot be said of music however:
People fling a few chords together, and call it music - which it certainly is not!
No, only augmented lyric - and, mostly very poor lyric at that!

A Little More On Love..

John-Charles Cooke — 2010-03-08T23:13:05+01:00

We take the pleasure - we must take the pain!
For these two will forever be allied,
And lasting partners they shall so remain -
For never have I witnesed them divide;
And soon enough we'll see which one will gain,
By wear and tear, duplicity or pride:
So if you think you have the perfect blend -
Remember, to a human there's no end....

Relax

Christoph — 2010-03-08T22:09:00+01:00

Define yourself by work
It�s meaningless distraction
From what you are

You scrub a floor
So busy all the time
Give it up
It won�t get clean

Laugh about me
You laugh about a god
I fly in the sky
While you scrub your floor down there
I�m beyond your ordinary thought

Dissolve into space with me
Don�t swim against the tide
You will exhaust yourself for nothing
Just relax and float in what you are

I Miss You Mum ! x

theNUGGET — 2010-03-08T21:13:08+01:00

For all you have done for
These past 2 years
Making us 'poor'
And lieing to us

I forgive you
I hate what you have done
But who gives a who
Its the past now

I get along with you better then i do dad
But youve moved now
And im really sad
But it was for the best

I hope you wont stop seeing me
As every girl needs their mum
I will come and see
You whenever i possibly can

I am going to miss you a lot
But that is understandable
Hope the weather is nice and hot
In the summer, loads of sunshines

How I Feel About You x.x

Jaydee x.x — 2010-03-08T20:50:05+01:00

Being With You,
Is Like Being In Another Dimention,
And To Be Honest,
I'm Loving All The Attention,
Baby,
Dare I Even Mention,
Loving You,
Weren't My Intention.

I Don't Know,
What It Might Be,
But The Way,
You Are Loving Me,
You Dont Care,
If Others See,
Now I Think,
I Love You Intentionally.

I Know You'll,
Always Be There,
I Think Our Love,
Is Everywhere,
And I Know,
You Always Care,
Because You Have,
Time To Spare.

Baby, I Love You,
And I Want You To Know,
I'll Always Be Yours,
And This Isn't For Show,
Baby, I Need You,
So Never Let Me Go,
Because The First Time,
I Met You I Was Like Wow.

You Can Be,
Really Down To Earth,
And For,
What It's Worth,

I LOVE YOU BABE AND ALWAYS WILL !!! :D x.x

THEY JUST WONA

ken d williams — 2010-03-08T20:40:22+01:00

They did not wana be Eastana ,

Nor do they wona be Westerner ,

Southerner , Notherner ,

Don't woner swap wear no one ,

Not even you ,

Live as they wana live , whear what ,

They woner , whear , the cloths they woner ,

They just wona have their hare as long or short ,

As they wona

Listen to the mousic they wona hear ,

Read what books they wona read ,

In short they wona be who and what they are ,

They just wona deside fore them self's ,

Wana be free , be who and what they are, just wona.

The Dyslexic Poet

Ken D Williams

Loves Last breathe

Baby_Boo — 2010-03-08T19:28:51+01:00

Roses are red
Violets are blue
My last breathe
Was only for you

Now were apart
I am left in tears
Because after all this time
I wasnt aware of these fears

Of us being away
From the good times we shared
When you would hold my hand tight
And I knew you cared

I always regeret
That decision we made
To never dream
Of the love that fade

Space of stillness

Nils Teodor — 2010-03-08T19:15:10+01:00

Feel how it is to be the space of stillness

behind all thoughts

and also the space wherein everything arises

Our ordinary awareness is closer than our breath

It is what every seeker seeks

So simple but too close

of joyful pain

mark nwagwu — 2010-03-08T19:10:20+01:00

tell me who I am muse of my soul
announce my name that I may know
etch my face on mountains bold
paint my eyes on canvas edgeless
mine thoughts in mindful reflection
bear me up nurse me to life
make green my desert sands
set me on seas of of shoreless coasts
and I'll drink full of joyful pain

In my dream, I explained you autumn leaf...

White — 2010-03-08T18:19:51+01:00

In the protection of your arms
Feeling the warmth of your body
I opened my eyes

In front was a colorful jungle
We stand on the carpet of leaves
You were holding me
and i was pointing to the Trees

Tall Trees, Orange Trees, Yellow Trees
Sweet wave of air would caress the branches
Leaves would giggle
Some would dance with the air
Like the belly dancers,
They would bounce in the open sky
and fall in the earth

I picked up one leaf
Showed it to you
"My love, i was born in love
I grew up watching you watching me
Silently, I dreamed of falling into you
Today, I color me Orange
I leave my mothers arms and fall into yours
Absorb me in your Love"

the fair mailman

alarian — 2010-03-08T17:55:38+01:00

i set my free will into God while in prison
before i had faith in nothing
but then i started to send mails to myself
and the mailman didn't care
even if the prison was so far
but he really didn't care
for twenty long years
as free as it was difficult to bear
he knocked at the doors until he got retired

in friends boundless

mark nwagwu — 2010-03-08T17:48:43+01:00

time a mystery in friends boundless
space transformed souls expansive
moments are gathered in joys mountainous

blades in dance

mark nwagwu — 2010-03-08T17:42:07+01:00

foot on stool pleasingly rests
cutting blade saving grace
and surgeon's weapons
piercingly dance

Bring A Shovel

Cr4Ky — 2010-03-08T17:36:10+01:00

Every once in a while
You find that the easiest things
Are bloody damn hard

Even though your head
Is not buried in five feet
Fine fresh concrete

And it�s at that particular moment
you realise
That you should have brought a shovel

Alien Perspective

tobias wedin — 2010-03-08T17:31:57+01:00

With almond eyes I'm observing the night
trying to figure out the creatures in my sight
Reflecting cold touches out of your burning heart
contradicting yourselves right from the start

Consuming the world leaving species with pain
somehow you believe you're on top of the chain
Making arguments with the edge of the knife
distancing yourselves from the web of life

You humans are gruesome, evil, and mad
devoured by selfishness I might add
For self-preservation you blend the friends with foes
with nucular arms instead of arrows and bows

There is no honor in your souls to find
and with those words I'm done with mankind
There's no longer humanity in the human descend
so I'll make my leave before your planet end

gamblers

alarian — 2010-03-08T17:29:21+01:00

play and choose what hasn't been chosen if possible
but avoid the birthdates, birthdays are spread all along the year
do not believe in signs,i think we have found all the gods today
and they don't seem to have a clue about us

WOMAN

Amar Gurung — 2010-03-08T16:08:51+01:00

She cuddled me
in her loving embrace
whenever I looked at her
she was always there
day and night
never left me alone
her presence brought me
love hope and faith abundantly

She made me realise
life is beautiful
and problems are its part
she was there to share my happiness
and support me when I was in trouble
so today I want to salute that person
my ONE AND ONLY MOTHER....

When the black clouds overshadowed
she appeared like a bright sun
and made me smile
and helped me face
the bitter reality of life
she made me known
other part of love
that was in this world
since the creation

The most beautiful thing
about her is
whatever role she played
she performed it brilliantly
without nagging and murmur
letting go of her own desires
sometimes a mediater
sometimes a guardian angel
and sometimes the dreamgirl

The world is hollow
even in the presence of happiness
when you are not there
your presence is like
cool water in the scorching heat
its like the soothing moon
in the darkest night
my words fail to describe your beauty
I can only feel it.....

Proserpina\'s Head Moved (Plutonic Sonnet 105)

Rob Graber — 2010-03-08T15:56:53+01:00

Proserpina�s head moved upon his chest,
And Pluto found his face lost in her hair;
And as their bodies �gainst each other pressed,
He breathed the scent of yellow flowers there.
�I love you,� Pluto murmured, �and my love
Is past all reason, and is past all rhyme;
�Tis such as dreams and myths are fashioned of;
And I must love you for the rest of time.
�But where is it that you and I should go?
I have to tell you: Hades is my home.
And though my heart no longer lies below,
There�s this to think of, should we elsewhere roam:
Up here I don�t amount to anything;
Down there we�d share a throne, for I am king!�

A Twice-told Tale

Lawrence Beck — 2010-03-08T14:33:47+01:00

She, with touching discretion, declines to describe
The fool as he is, so he's fooled. He blunders
Forward, flattered by courtesy. She's not in love,
But was taught by her parents to be polite. He,
In his fever, feels his own reflected heat, believing
It's hers. He sweats in her presence, sensing it's
Only a matter of time until they are hand in
Hand, in heaven on earth, but hours begin to go by,
And then days and weeks, and heaven is distant.
There's only the earth, his heat, and her manners.
At last, as he sees her with somebody else, he is
Forced to admit he's a fool.

No cudgel was needed to kill me. No,
Her kindness did it. My love, she did
Win it, but didn't want it. That's how
Things go. As the sun sets, I slink away.
None will know what has caused me to
Die. There's nothing to show, not a mark,
As there wasn't a blow.

so, this monkey business they started

Magnus Ericsson — 2010-03-08T13:34:52+01:00

I don't get it

they lock themselves in a monastery?

for what?

oh, baby
baby

I was gonna talk about religion
but it seems my mind is bending to you

oh baby
baby

and baby, and so on

now look, I didn't know about this thing
honest!
I didn't even know about...

aw, my mind is bending again

you fucking monks, man
shutting yourselves up like that
like you're too fine for...
oh I know what you are
you can't handle
that's what you are

fucking monks!

all of you fucking monks get out of your closets!
right now!
run to the women monks!
(yes, the nuns)
it's spring time coming, you need the excercise

come on, be honest with yourselves
how fun is it to be a monk?
reading the Bible all day long
or whatever you do
I'm so sick of you monks!
now leave me alone!
go!

baby, are you still there?
I'm sorry about that
I can't control my mouth, you know
it wanted to yell at the monks, and so it yelled at the monks
(fucking monks)

oh darn, I can't handle
baby, I come back ok?

(you damn sexy with the words).

Youth

Christian Lanciai — 2010-03-08T13:13:53+01:00

The youth is always there
no matter how it ages,
you are never dead and gone
since once you were alive,
and that life at its best
is what survives forever,
in its supremest health and beauty,
vitality and charm and fragrance �
you can never lose it,
even if you die,
and ageing is just maturation �
all the best parts of your life and person
are embedded in your soul
to there shine forth
in splendid continuity forever.