POETS NEEDED.....

I am becoming a poetry nut. Really like the stuff. I would really like to read some original poetry...anyone feel like showin off their gift?

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Risk looking foolish for love, for your dreams, and for the joy of living......

An ode to my lunch
by: Cow God

The money is taken; my feast is delivered.
A crunchy snack of nacho cheese goodness
Is blessed with pretzel coating. My red
Savior of divine refreshment is fullness
Personified as I crack apart its silver
Opening. Caffeine! Oh the rush! I cannot infer
The greatness of the blessed meal before
Me. Each crunchy tidbit of snacky passion
Fills me with a craving for plenty more.
I have fought the hunger. I have won!

These magical elves that have touched my belly
Give thy spark to mine body and soul.
The fluid passes down my throat, not merely
A gift, but a way of life. This dark black coal
Water gives me new meaning to happiness and delight.
The morsels of joy sprout wings and take flight
Amongst the waves of soda. I have been on
The journey of hardships but the sea is now calm.
The bag of Combos is now empty; the last one gone.
No sips are left in my coke can as I crush it in my palm.

(not bad for having been written during a lunch period about 10 minutes before it was due)

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"I'm not dumb. I just have a command of thoroughly useless information."
-- Calvin and Hobbes

Cold ashes, grey skies,lifeless dreams,
Dead
Last night the cold moon laughed at me
while I dreampt of life
Alone
Forgotten childhood fantasies,
broken dreams and hopes
Gone
Life has no meaning, but death comes to soon.
Why?
-----

Three minutes left, then back to work
A slurp of soda, a half-formed thought
Two minutes left, then back to work
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I cannot know anothers pain,
nor can he know mine.
But I can share his happiness,
and that will suit just fine.

I suggest you do a search for the Spamku website. I'd tell you the URL, but I forgot it. It's filled with over 5,000 haiku inspired by SPAM, the luncheon meat product.

My love for you has transformed me
and I am now more
Armadillo
Than I used to be
With more than my share of predators
Cracking their teeth on my armor
And spitting me onto the pavement
Where I send them away with a hard and victorious
"Fuck-off"

But while I was busy dodging traffic
Your spiney fangs pierced
My soft underbelly with such
Finesse
That I didn't realize I was bleeding
Till the droplets tickled my nipples
And I'm still not sure if I should
laugh or cry
But it's becoming increasingly evident that
Armadillos
Have a rough go of it either way

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"I think it would be a great idea" Mohandas Ghandi's answer when asked what he thought of Western civilization

These are really GREAT !!!! I hope they keep coming

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Risk looking foolish for love, for your dreams, and for the joy of living......

Shipwreck:
Grey rat swims, drowning.
Claw reaches, final gesture. Sand.
Grateful, mournful, laughing, weeping,
Roll over, night sky, breathe.
The starfish buzzing perfect harmonies.

1.

Through the looking-glass
a hazy image I see
is it the same one you get
when you look at me?

I don't think the image is true
doubt clouds my mind
both building and fading
with the passage of time

As the days pass by
and the end draws near
I long for the day
when the image is clear

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That cat's something I can't explain

2.

The past is strong
It is always there, trying to envelope you
but this monster must be cast off
and sent screaming to the depths
for while you expend all your
energies in this struggle
the present, the one true companion
slips away

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That cat's something I can't explain

http://www.geocities.com/CollegePark.../my_poetry.htm

*S* It's been a while since I've posted, but I'd sure like to throw something onto the pile here. It is, as of now, untitled.


Oh so true that you are not a woman
And should you be glad for it!
Like the changing moons..shifting tides
by far the more complete of pictures
Where my body and soul are concerned.
Pity those you admire.
See all that beauty?
Don't compare her to a summer rose
But to a mountain wild flower.
For winds blow cold and the pain is great
But the rain is sweet and the sun is warm.
Living on the brink of despair
Living in the midst of peace.
Nature is well named dear man.
Seasonal in a longer spectrum.
She is a woman through to the core.

Hey Tigs! If you really love poetry.. here are some wonderful poets to try.. the indomitable Ogden Nash (wonderful and hilarious!), e e cummings (of COURSE!..the master of image and determined writing), and something out of the ordinary which is fun is Pome of the Deep Song by Federico Garcia Lorca (Poema Del Cante Jondo)... which is amazing in both the history and it's own right.

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Growing old is manditory. Growing wise is optional.

Word Association

language
without words
without worms
with out worms
with our worms
witch our worms
witch our words
which
language
languish
anguish
angst wish
anger's wish
angels wish
so fleeting.
and shifting.
words.

(Just a little something i wrote when bored in Stats class...)

Shortest poem ever, as told to me by an English Honors teacher(it obeys all laws to qualify as poetry, whatever they are)

Fleas (title)
Adam
Had em

I wrote this one for my boss (Harriet) one Halloween. It comes back to me in times of strife:

This is the body of Harriet.
Around the office we'll carry it
Until the Board Members scream
and their faces turn green
And they say we have to bury it.

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"I hope life isn't a big joke, because I don't get it," Jack Handy

Down

Dive down
deep inside yourself
see the lofty cliffs
the black sea crashing
on the sharp rocks below
a lone figure dangles from the edge
you try to help
but you are powerless
the wind whips through you
chilling your body
numbness to the bone
all you can do is watch
and hope.

I must have had a bad day when I wrote that.

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That cat's something I can't explain

Lucifer.. That poem instantly brought to mind another of mine. Oddly, though there's very little in common.

(another untitled)


Settle down, deep down. Don't stop so close to the surface.
There's so much.. oh so much, to see here.
I'd offer you it all, but I'm afraid much of it is yours to begin with.
Truth be told, you'll do all the work. I, you want to know of I?
I will only watch. Watch as you slip, slide, settle down, deep down.

Sigh quiet, peaceful quiet. Take in the scent and let it out.
The silence just holds you. It rocks you like none other.
Sweet perfume, a mild winter flower, carresses with air.
The winds are one touch of heat over your own. Fingers of air.
Fingers of air on skin to help you slide, settle, sigh quiet, peaceful quiet.

Embrace hope, loving hope. Stretch wide your arms.
I've had it here forever I sometimes think. Just waiting for your
wish, your desire.
Pluck the feathers of hope from the air, where the sigh holds it
suspended.
Gather them and hold them. They brush your neck, your chin.
I've had them too long. They're yours when you settle, sigh, embrace
hope, loving hope.

Fly well, skyward well. Step up off the ground.
I've never done so, but I'll watch. I'll learn.
Give this moment, the air, the surrender, to the stillness.
And while you fly, I can marvel; wings outspread, feather down, touched
by starlight, by sunlight, by earthlight.
What an emerald gold on virgin white. Because you've the leave to sigh,
embrace, fly well, skyward well.



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Growing old is manditory. Growing wise is optional.

well, I have never actually let anyone read these (oh please be nice) but, here goes.......
my love for you
There's nothing to be said for it's all been thought before
Words unspoken like mist instead of rain.
Can you read my mind, ofr you always said you could
I'm blinded by a wall of glass through which I cannot see.
I try to deny it and disguise it.
My logic like water to a flame cures any confusion I could have.
I feel so confused like a person in a river.
At times I drift along, but ohters I strain to keep my head above the water. currents gently carry then overtake me.
I cannot describe what I feel.
It's like an archer without a target....
or a writer with no quill.
Like a painter with no paintbrush
or a poet with no muse
to attempt to explain to thee how I feel-
t'would be of no use.
my hand
Under a crescent moon
where lovers have swooned
O, visible light, make this night
mine
If you were the moon, I'd be your stars
Can't you see.....
without you: I'm empty
a candle with no flame
a baby with no name
I want to feel your touch
for you to hold me in your arms
to keep me safe from alarm
a ripple on a lake
the moon reflects....
someone's floating shadows
innocent and pure
I'll always want to be sure
before you take me hand; be true with me
tell me you love me truly for who I am
and that with me you long to be
then you can have my hand.
the cesspool
I wanna scream and cry
to fit as a child who cannot have her way
I am so tired of keeping it inside
and silently spiting
these circumstances and feelings you have
for other than me
I wanna hit you and make you hurt
and feel the pain my heart does
and for once see what it's worth
How can you ignore me
I'm tired of trying
Mad at you Mad at me
For things I think you don't want to be
I'm so tired of crying
I can't pretend to not see
so tired and don't know how much
longer these things can be
so tired of crying.

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tipi

well, I have never actually let anyone read these (oh please be nice) but, here goes.......
***my love for you***
There's nothing to be said for it's all been thought before
Words unspoken like mist instead of rain.
Can you read my mind, ofr you always said you could
I'm blinded by a wall of glass through which I cannot see.
I try to deny it and disguise it.
My logic like water to a flame cures any confusion I could have.
I feel so confused like a person in a river.
At times I drift along, but ohters I strain to keep my head above the water. currents gently carry then overtake me.
I cannot describe what I feel.
It's like an archer without a target....
or a writer with no quill.
Like a painter with no paintbrush
or a poet with no muse
to attempt to explain to thee how I feel-
t'would be of no use.

*** my hand***
Under a crescent moon
where lovers have swooned
O, visible light, make this night
mine
If you were the moon, I'd be your stars
Can't you see.....
without you: I'm empty
a candle with no flame
a baby with no name
I want to feel your touch
for you to hold me in your arms
to keep me safe from alarm
a ripple on a lake
the moon reflects....
someone's floating shadows
innocent and pure
I'll always want to be sure
before you take me hand; be true with me
tell me you love me truly for who I am
and that with me you long to be
then you can have my hand.
***the cesspool***
I wanna scream and cry
to fit as a child who cannot have her way
I am so tired of keeping it inside
and silently spiting
these circumstances and feelings you have
for other than me
I wanna hit you and make you hurt
and feel the pain my heart does
and for once see what it's worth
How can you ignore me
I'm tired of trying
Mad at you Mad at me
For things I think you don't want to be
I'm so tired of crying
I can't pretend to not see
so tired and don't know how much
longer these things can be
so tired of crying.

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tipi

oops....sorry bout that!

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tipi

"Being that of Rust in a polished landscape"
----
Silence is Golden and my word
is gold to others
This thought pounds in my head in the darkness in the alley
in the dark of the town
Knowing the only floor is the one I crawl on
cardboard to hands
Knowing the only roof I have is the roof
of my mouth that my heart hits against
And I look and I see a Monster
And I frown and squint
And I see
The Monster is me

Dream a Darling Little Dream

Oh, dream a darling little dream...
Of velvet dew atop the grass,
That dances back the moon's fair light
And traps the stars beneath it's glass.
Or dream of meadows, sweet and green
Adorned with purple columbine,
And there take refuge from the rush
And leave your worried life behind.
Find peace among the daffodills
And let your heart skip free and wild;
There's simple joy in daisy fields -
Come, be this night a carefree child!

Oh, dream a darling little dream...
And walk among the stars tonight!
Turn loose the burdens of the day
And on the wings of hope take flight.
Glide weightlessly across the sky -
Fall sweetly to the cloud's embrace -
Let starlight bathe your skin with love,
While moonbeams kiss your sleeping face.
Feel midnight's breeze caress your hair
Like falling petals, soft and mild;
There's simple joy in pale moon light -
Come, be this night a carefree child!

Oh, dream a darling little dream...
And lay aside the greys of life!
For soon enough the day will start -
Time now to melt away the strife.
Hold fast the rainbow in your hands
And bind it's colors to your heart;
Drink deeply every fragrant shade
And give your soul a fresh new start.
Find solace in each vibrant hue
And know the eyes of God have smiled;
There's simple joy in blues and greens -
Come, be this night a carefree child!

Oh, Darling - dream a little dream...
And do not haste too soon to wake!
Tomorrow's sun will warm your life
And then you'll choose which path to take.
But now, rest gentle through the night,
And if, by chance, some need there be
For caring heart to dream by you,
Then dream a little dream of me.
And let it take us where it will -
Where we'll not be by life beguiled.
There's simple joy in sharing dreams -
Come, be this night a carefree child!



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Life is a tapestry.
Each new day brings with it the opportunity to sew by
word and deed within the heart of someone around us.
Let us choose our colors with care.

Speaking my mind
By: Cow God

Yelling really hard
vocals chords hurt
sweat beading
temperature rising
body overwhelmed
anger unleashed
feelings revealed
smirks taken off
heads turned
SILENCE
Damn, that felt good!

Bob
By:Cow God

Do you know what you did?
Of course! Hurting me that way!
Wanting to kill, wanting you dead!
Leaving me be, letting go of the fray
you did not. You raped my mind.
You butchered my heart.
You are lost, I cannot find
your soul. Running away hard,
I cannot get away.
Liberate my madness.
I show the way, as you stay
and I leave real fucking fast.

YOU
By: Cow God

What did I do to deserve all of this?
Close the damn door as you piss!
Finger your ass again, please...
and wipe my arm after you sneeze.
You tall and lanky sun burnt freak!
I know who you are you little sneak!
Somebody explain this, is this a joke?
These lies, this charade you spoke!
Work, the undercover operation!
Again, and again, it is you I shun.
The extra job? LIE
Feelings for your wife? LIE
I'd rather see you dead,
then in my mother's bed.
You sly thing, almost got your wish..
Just keep praying, you little bitch,
that I don't get mine!
Then we'll see who's feeling fine..

(If you want to learn more about my poetry- see my "Forgiveness" Thread in GQ)

From my angst-ridden youth

Love me with your company
Woo me as a friend
I want your bright hilarity
In this darkest land

The pain of black misanthropy
Its distorting fog
Warps the visions that I see
Keens my saddened song.

Dreamin passioned lunacy
With faces still unmet
A growing black malignancy:
Desire which has no let

Love me with your company
Woo me as a friend
Your presence chases pain from me
Your songs do my heart mend.

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Mastery is not perfection but a journey, and the true master must be willing to try and fail and try again

Free

Reality swirls in front of me
Sparkling color is all that I see
all of the world is fading to night
everything, that is, except for me

Life's passing by frame by frame
going by too fast to see
a replay of things much the same
as those happening presently

Rhyme and Reason are floating away
the universe in entering slow decay
Pierced by a single glowing ray
Frightened by this, I turn away

As my eyes close, retreating from the endlessness
My vision sways and I home in
on what, I cannot guess but be
a swirling vortex with my soul as its fee

I become one with the universe
now I can see
all the questions
that once eluded me
laid open like breakers
on the roaring sea
I expand to infinity, there and beyond
all encompassing, forever, Free

A recent foray into the world of cybersex inspired these limericks:

There once was a fellow named Dick
Who was chatting it up with some chick
When he read "Are you gay?...
I don't go that way!"
Oops...he'd PC'd the wrong nick!

In chatrooms I've seen groping & griping;
I've seen joking and jiving; snooping and sniping.
I've seen good and bad writers
And lovers and fighters
And some damn fine one-handed typing!

There once was a fellow named Kent
Who had an unusual bent.
Said to girls "Are you bi?"
Most replied "No, not I."
And instead of coming, they went.

There once was a fellow named Jaz
Who cybered with lots of pizzazz.
But he felt real absurd
When he misspelled a word:
She said "Funk me? Are you some kinda spaz?"

Jaz was a guy quite verbose
Who with a lady got very close.
But when he threw in a kink
She was gone in a blink,
Saying: "That's not sexy, that's gross."

To get real with the lust they were nursin'
Two cyberlovers met up in person.
But when he whipped out his weenie
She exclaimed "My, how teeny!"
Which of course only made matters worsen.

Hope I didn't offend anyone.

an old house washed out in the flood
no walls
the birch make curtains, windows, ceiling
all the while my soul is reeling
in the peace
in the wild-eyed empty peace
of silence
----
Ignorance

The more I learn,
the more I learn to doubt.
The more I doubt,
the less I Know.
All I've really learned
is I don't know what to Know.

Through the sleepless nights
the mind starts to drift
beginning that backwards journey
opening the bottemless rift

Searching the barren landscape
for something to touch and hold
but nothing solid can be seen
except the darkness and cold

Suddenly in the void, shapes appear
forms you can't quite make out
They remind you of your yesterdays
and fill you with creeping Doubt

And now, from somewhere, a dull glow
illuminates these silouhettes of fire
casting shadows on all you see
the flickering flames grow higher

Just when you can make out the faces
of these ghosts from your past
you bolt upright in your bed to a gray morning
to a pale sun rising fast


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That cat's something I can't explain

The first two were written while I was pregnant, the last two were written after Bowen was born... OK, so they're "mommy poems"...

BLOOD & FECES
If emotions could take form and physical discomfort could, too, they'd become soldiers and horses, battling monotony and non-gestational routine. They'd scream their war cries, trample your innards and allow everything you love to make you ouchy and nauseous. Brief spoils would be found in tiny squirms and kicks, and then, when all seemed serene, with a powerful rush of blood and feces, another battle would begin.
--Christina D. Sanders 3/11/98

FOUR WEEKS
Wish I could
Read my mind sometimes
Clairvoyance might
Help me discover
How I feel.
Overwhelmed by a
Sudden responsibility
To be "adult"
all I want is rest.
Morning sickness comes
At cocktail hour, and
I have to wonder...
"Can my breasts possibly
hurt anymore?"
My back feels like Dumbo's landing pad
My head doubles as a drum.
Gestation is fun like
A scalping
Or a root canal
And I've only been pregnant a month
Yet, upon every half-hour
I see visions of my
Perfect angel-child
and I can read my mind.
I feel at peace, like a goddess.
I feel warm, my little one's
Security blanket.
And then,
Of course,
I feel nauseous.
--Christina D. Sanders 8/2/97

EXTENSION OF ME
Routine is incredible...
He looks at me as
A goddess
He revels in me.
Takes assurance from me
I am his reason for living
And he is mine.
This creature, this spectacle of perfection.
I am lost without him
useless, worthless
He is my air, my blood,
the very soul of me.
Attempts at envisioning a prior life
fail.
I was nothing then
I am in awe of him...
his body, his face,
his angry screams and
delighted cries of joy.
I belong to him, he to me
we are one, almost, least,
we were...
He is his own, I am merely
a spectator
Watching, cheering, cherishing
Every precious second.
His brilliance-
it amazes me and
his awesome strength-
I cannot believe my own eyes.
My gaze - never strays far from him
even as he sleeps.
I can't help but watch
as he dreams
and smiles
breathes, softly then heavily,
alternation as quickly as his moods.
and when I hold him
he curls in close as space allows
and his breath on my neck
creates such powerful
overwhelming
feelings of love and need - I
don't ever want us to be apart.
He is my rock, yet
he's unaware of my need for him.
He knows only that I am steadfast -
that I am HIS rock, in fact
that I am his mommy
and that I love him wholly
My beautiful son - my precious
perfect, wonderful, angelic son.
Christina D. Sanders 8/21/98
THE SUN
He sits busy
blissfully unaware
that his world is crumbling
that his sky is falling
Intent on turning his pages
Whirling his shapes
He's a sponge
Absorbing everything he sees
Squishing out his new
Knowledge in jibberish.
He's the sun
Bright and light and
"all gone" at night.
I worship him
But I cannot hold
This blackened sky
Rage strikes me blind
And I grow weary of
Putting back the pieces
Of our world.
In my moment of strength
As he sits, busy
I vow that bliss
Shall be ours
Let fall the blackened sky.
I will emerge the victor,
He will be...
THE SUN.
-Christina D. Sanders
(date unknown)

PS: That last one was written during a particularly rocky time in my marriage... everything's ok, now

The above post SAYS that it was submitted by Neobican, but it wasn't really.. it was me! I hit the tab key when I shouldn't have, so when I browser-backed my way back to the reply form, I didn't notice that it had automatically reset Byron's username and password, which he has stored. That makes for kind of a pain in the ass, since I don't think to check for things like that all the time, but anywho.. I didn't want to credit my poetry to someone else, even if that someone else is my husband... Sorry to interrupt!

I am absolutely in AWE of you folks! Unfortunately I haven't been able to get online all week, (stupid ISP grrrr) but I have spent a blissful hour now reading, laughing, sighing, and smiling I have one my husband wrote about 8yrs ago....he said I could share it.

Beware the mind, for it does not speak
Beware the mouth, for it does not think
Beware the conscience, for it hears to well
The lies of the soul, who has stories to tell

Listen to your inner self ~ for he's the only one who knowsthe true meaning of destiny the nearer it grows

Don't watch for signs ~ they'll never appear until it's to late; then you're no longer here

You spend your days hoping while the world goes by ~ you're frightened; you won't even give it a try

Pile your sorrow, your hate, your fears and all your miseries suffered through years

Now put them away and open your eyes to the one who will help you soar to the sky

A difference can be, it's all up to you
Fear not, you'll do well in whatever you do.

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Risk looking foolish for love, for your dreams, and for the joy of living......

Some bad poetry by me:

Swiftly I climb,
Striving, yearning for the summit,
Higher and higher until I finally reach the peak...
And I die the little death...
And I fall,
gently,
slowly,
into the warm,
numb
pool
of contentment.


(Then nine months later: )

Burst naked into hard, cold light,
Screaming at the crazy flood of sound.

Feel the calm, silent caress,
the gentle touch,
the blissful smell of Mother.
Drink deeply.
Fall into placidness.

Lawrence is no poet, so he isn't even going to try to submit...however, he admires everyone's balls or ovaries who has contributed poetry to this thread. Some of it is damn good, and Tenn's limericks are excellent. Keep this thread going, guys, it's well worth it.

I have to share this poem my 10 year old daughter wrote tonight.

July

When the last spark of sun drops below the trees
And all the signs of the days fun go faster than the breeze
Thw wind blows our flag softly
As I sit here writing
Beat! Beat! goes our flag
The waves of the pool inviting me to come,
but instead I drag the towel to the bench,
and then I sighed
But soon I wrench
My head upward and the fireworks cried!
My eyes fill with tears
As my heart fills with joy
And then the bright spears of red streak the sky
A ball of fire as fragile as a toy
July night fireworks!
A piercing cry of fireworks- In July

While I was walking yesterday
I met a unicorn
With gilded hooves and snowy mane
And golden spiraled horn.

I ran back home to tell my mom -
She beat me for the lie
So when we met again today
I punched him in the eye

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sosumi

I sit upon the grass and think
Of things that I have seen
Of robin's eggs and bluebird's nests
Of rock and tree and stream.

I sit beneath the trees and think
Of things I'll never see
Of mountain lakes and deep dark caves
And shores beyond the sea.

I sit beside the fire and think
Of when I'll never be
Of someday when a spring will come
That I shall never see.

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sosumi

Thanks...all I needed was a nudge.


Geneticists say how one leans
Ain't shaped by one's rearing, books, or screens.
I don't know DNA
But this I can say:
It depends on whose rear's in the jeans.


(the idea for the following is not original: it was a lame old joke...but I think it works as a limerick)

The newlyweds hardly took time to speak.
For 6 straight days their bed did creak.
Asked why they stopped then,
Hubby said with a grin:
"7 days would make a hole weak."


There once was a good-looking fellow
Who drank booze to stay nice and mellow.
He got many a date
But they never stayed late:
His liver was hard, but his lover was Jello.

This was my sad (in more ways than one) attempt at writing blues lyrics.


Evening Roadside Blues

Slow walk down a long road
and the sun is sinking low
I been walkin' for hours
but I got nowhere to go
The world's gettin' dark around me
the sky's turned a blazing red
ain't got no place in this world to call home
no soft place to lay my head
It seems I'm wastin' my precious time
Cause it's all I got to spend
For now I'll just sit and share the evening
with the sunset, my only friend
Even that friend's leaving shortly
and soon it will be gone
leaving me to sit by this lonesome road
to think about my blues alone
If you see my girl, you tell her
to come back, it'll be all right
she can find me by the lonsome road
winding through the darkening night

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That cat's something I can't explain

Okay. This is kinda impromptu because I was in the mood, so keep in mind that it has not been revised or anything. And be nice, please; I am not good at expressing my feelings. (However, I am willing to accept criticism if it is put in a nice sounding way.)

"Enemy of Mine"

Fragile, not enough.
My mind, heart, pride,
Grows with you
And so stretches
And becomes t h i n.

Knowledge, security, sureness
Escapes me
I am blind

Your swords,
Your cradles.


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Die, foul crouton!

Length, width, depth,
the three dimensions.
Time
the fourth.
But there are more dimensions,
dimensions of the soul.

Be happy my journal is missing. I have more.
(begin creepy music now...)

Lonely

Longing, waiting, wondering when,
My heart can shine once again.

An occasional joy swells inside,
Left unshared, in vain it dies.

All is calm and quiet again,
Longing, waiting, wondering when.


--from my "depressed" days



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Full Moon
By: Cow God

Cunning and sly it creeps in the dark,
With fangs of terror and menacing bark.
Stealthiness, agility, and anarchy reign
in his kingdom of destruction and pain.

A shimmering creature lurks nearby.
Foot steps draw nearer-
My breath becomes deeper!
In these shadows I wait to die.

I hear a faint cry of fright,
Maybe someone else is dying tonight!
This pool of blood I see,
could it be coming from me?
Death is here, I have been bitten-
Jugular slashed and heart eaten!

(I like this poem- it's about werewolves!)



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"I'm not dumb. I just have a command of thoroughly useless information."
-- Calvin and Hobbes

I have fallen twenty stories
in love with you.
A jumper from a skyscraper,
A cliff diver into the sea,
Having butterflies like I do
Knowing loving true,
Is loving you.
I have paced along this path again
And found you in my heart.
I have read your thoughts and smiled again
Wishing that times were wild, again,
And dreamed another dream, again,
In our far away time,
When kisses were sublime.
I have passed a little word
The response is what I fear.
A word, to love and hold you tight
And making up after a fight
And then our passions all alight
Embraces forever
Us parting? Never.
Twenty stories and lovers left
A wish to see once more
Will my heartache end at last?
Is my lover now in the past?
I have realized he's gone
His kisses and his song
Still make my heart long.

S.C. (Written just now.)

in early evening
the sky is the same colour
as copper sulphate

You will find my home easily,
beyond the silent screams of the city streets.
Simply look to the mountain
and the brilliant greenof the pine.
Putting one foot before the other, follow the path of the dancing rivers and the flight of the red tailed hawk.
Come slowly and quietly,
leaving thoughts of time behind.
Do not rush and worry
as you trek the dusty roads ahead.
Come with eyes open and celebrate the gifts of life that surround you.
Come and sit on my porch, open your senses.
Heal your battered heart with the crisp, clean breezes.
Cleanse your body in the rich brown earth.
Soothe your burning eyes as you gaze into the distant forrest; forgotten by man's progress and teeming with life.
Rest you mind and warm your soul,
as you lay, unguarded, under inky black heavens. Studded layer upon layer with the jewels of Gods' eyes.
Feed your spirit with the taste and scent of rose petals, wild berries and herbs.
Slake your thirst in sparkling, cool water.
Buried in the earth and untouched by the hand of man.

I do not live in a grand mansion
filled with the elegant evidence of my success.
My roof is a small one, covering clutter filled corners and spaces for simple comforts.
There is only room here, within these walls,
for laughter and loving and the magical memories found in the footsteps of my children.
These are the riches I treasure.
The wealth in my life is found on my doorstep.
Freely given by God the Father and The Earth Mother.
My willingness to receive it and to share peacefully with all creatures. In harmony with the Song of the Earth.
This is the elegant evidence of my success.

As someone else mentioned, I too, have a journal full.

This was written for my youngest following several tragedies.

I see my boy hurt,
in a place I can't touch.
So, I clutch him too tightly;
I can't touch him enough.

This boys eyes have gone silent;
when once, they had laughed.
So, I talk far too much now;
with all the questions I ask.

So much has happened,
for a boy of few years.
Can I bring enough joy
to easy so many tears?

"Give it time. Give him space."
Friends warn me, "Don't smother."
How can I let go"
It hurts. I'm his mother.

I slowly step back.
My body trembles with fear.
Much like his first step.
Has it been thirteen years?

He's off for the day;
with friends, gone from my sight.
Will he come back the same?
Will his choices be right?

I sit with my pain
and pray he never gives up.
He's just a young boy.
Does he feel loved enough?

Plan lessons, do dishes.
Life keeps goin' on.
I try to stay busy.
My heart aches for my son.

There's a hand on my shoulder;
Arms holding me tight.
"No big deal, Mom. Nothin's wrong.
Just stopped by to say hi."

He checks in with hugs;
says "I love you", alot.
And now he asks me,
"Do you have time to talk?"

My heart swells with love.
We hold on to each other.
We share pain, we share joy.
I'm his friend and his mother.

He tells me his thoughts
and decisions he's made.
I know that he'll make it;
though he won't be the same.

Life's taken his childhood;
but his spirit will stand.
I'm filled with such pride;
in my boy, who's a man.

Here's one he wrote me, about a year after he struck out on his own.

A thought crossed my mind today.
A thought, left in disarray.
I noticed that this thought was new.
But it was a thought once thought by you.

This plant, that in my garden grew.
Was a seed that was planted by you.
I pondered this thought a little more.
And noticed this thought had opened a door.

A thought had crossed my mind today.
A thought that you had passed my way.

Don't be angry, don't you mope,
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