tezza1551
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Jaymee, how about sharing one of yours with us ? Here's one I did quite a while ago.. it is written about a place about two hours from where I live - it's on the coast, and it is the only place in the world (I think) where giant tingle trees grow. It is even more special to me now, as that is where my husband is buried. Valley of the Giants Walpole WA Today, I wandered slowly in a green cathedral, Trees towering in worship to the skies No window of stained glass But far away, an azure sea And at my feet, a flower of deepest red. And music too, there was In this green place – God given By water running over stone In myriad waterfalls: And birds of brightest hue Sang songs of praise. There is more of God In these green leafy halls Than any place that’s built by man Of wood or brick or stone. Today, I worshipped in a green cathedral. Walpole March 1993 Reply #1. Mar 13 10, 9:39 PM |
daver852
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The Kiss Four lips together some may call a kiss, But wisdom must this hollow claim deny; If flesh meet flesh, where is the proof in this? All flesh decays, and gives false claim the lie. Two mouths that strain and breathe and mingle breath, And purse and burn and try the bounds of lust, Tomorrow may be be stiff and cold in death - Is this a kiss, that crumbles into dust? One face another willing face may press, As pages press the petals of a rose, Yet never kiss nor bridge the emptiness; Between the leaves, the petals interpose. None but ourselves can further this conceit: I kiss your soul, and make the kiss complete. Reply #2. Mar 13 10, 10:07 PM |
tezza1551
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Nice, Daver.. thanks for sharing. Reply #3. Mar 13 10, 10:09 PM |
Jazmee27
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Tezza, that was beautiful! Daver, thanks. Here's one of mine: Don't Hurt Me If I'm Different Don't hurt me if I'm different, Can't you see I'm human,too? I only want to know yu, To be treated with compassion; If my actions are offensive, it's understanding I need most. Nobody knows what I've been through, Nobody seems to care; I stand alone and frightened: The darkness all around. We all need each other, To make it in this life; How happy we would be If we'd just get along! Reply #4. Mar 13 10, 10:57 PM |
Redwallcrazy
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Nice poems going around at the moment. I am good at writing stories, but I can't write good poems. Tezza, I've been to the valley of the giants. It isd a long drive from here, but worth it. Reply #5. Mar 13 10, 11:06 PM |
tezza1551
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Redwallcrazy.. about 2 hours from here.. I was born in big timber country (Dwellingup) and I feel like I'm going home when I leave Denmark going into the Valley of the Giants. Bit of good fishing that way too. Reply #6. Mar 13 10, 11:10 PM |
tezza1551
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And Jaymee, nice work.. and how true. I did something on a similar theme for International Year of Disabled People.. about 1987 from memory. IN IYDP Break Down the Barriers The barriers are there, my friend For you have helped create them Ignorance laid the foundations And intolerance and hate Built the wall higher. The harmony of little boxes Must not be disturbed By someone different “Too black, too disabled” Or something else That doesn’t fit. And all the time, The walls grow higher And the hurt grows deeper. Break down the barriers, they say. I say, first, stop building them. IYDP = International Year of the Disabled Person Reply #7. Mar 13 10, 11:12 PM |
Jazmee27
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Tezza, another good one... Here's another one, entitled "Trapped" I feel so trapped, Just like a deer, Or other wounded creature; I cry for help, But no one hears: So I'm stuck with my own tears. Wheneverthere's a crisis, It is not the end; Stay strong, collected, always moving, The pit won't go on forever. Every human makes mistakes, That's what helps uslearn; A bad experience, It's in the past, But life goes on; Learn from it and let go: Climb out of the abyss. Some things, At the outset, Are forgotten or pushed back; But true healing does not start Until we face our fears. Now I feel A strange release Flowing through my frame, Not all well yet, But getting there, There is no going back. Reply #8. Mar 14 10, 10:30 AM |
daver852
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They Flee From Me That Sometime Did Me Seek They flee from me that sometime did me seek With naked foot stalking in my chamber. I have seen them, gentle, tame and meek That now are wild and do not remember That sometime they put themselves in danger To take bread at my hand; and now they range Busily seeking with a continual change. Thanked be fortune, it hath been otherwise Twenty times better, but once in special, In thin array after a pleasant guise. When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall And she caught me in her arms long and small, Therewithal sweetly did me kiss And softly said, "Dear heart, how like you this?" It was no dream: I lay broad waking. But all is turned thorough my gentleness Into a strange fashion of foresaking. And I have leave to go of her goodness And she also to use newfangleness. But since that I so kindly am served I fain would know what she hath deserved. - Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503 - 1542) Reply #9. Jun 16 10, 10:10 PM |
unterkircher
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I taught middle and high school English and tried to write poetry along with the students. I enjoy the challenge of formula poetry like haiku and tanka. This is a tanka I wrote in 1992: Space performs at night, Nocturnal stars are on stage. Orion takes aim, Hercules lifts a planet As Draco swallows fire. And a haiku from 1992: A baby is born Starting the journey of life. Gift to the future. Reply #10. Jun 16 10, 10:44 PM |
Creedy
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The Rose and the Stem Delicate crumpled petals Parting at soft touch .…I am the rose… Stands then the stem Issuing life and strength …He is the stem… From the heart of the rose Sweetly filling pink Issues forth the vibrant stem Quiver on your stem then, rose Safe on the strength of him What is one without the one He who supports me is my stem See, see how I spread for him Apart, we will but die Bury deep in the heart of me Strong and full, erect Together… we bloom… and love Reply #11. Aug 08 10, 11:31 PM |
hekawi
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Ridin' The Storm Out ~~~ REO Speedwagon Reply #12. Mar 04 17, 9:30 PM |
ClaudiaCat
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My offering" I stumble alone in the dark no hands in front my heart bare no realisation why The golden band has fallen to a shrill voice screaming eyes of black betraying hate I don't comprehend my mind is in turmoil for months I just sit and stare A change of scenery vulnerable my emotions surface I reveal all only to be told I'm not wanted any more I don't comprehend my mind is in turmoil for months I just sit and stare once again I try my arms embrace happiness never know before friends again and a little more a letter arrives I don't comprehend my mind is in turmoil for months I will just sit and stare I stumble along in the dark no hands in front my heart once more bare still no realisation why Reply #13. Mar 05 17, 5:03 AM |
hekawi
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My cat forgot; Smacked a bee None were happy; The bee nor she Reply #14. Mar 27 17, 8:04 PM |
hekawi
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A Cat Sits Waits Plots Knocks Down Any Thing Not Tied Down Down Reply #15. Oct 12 17, 8:10 PM |
hekawi
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Waiting for rain to catch fire Flames leaping dancing licking higher higher Burning hotter yet so hotter still The fire lives can it feel Much pain spreads as it goes When it ends no one knows Reply #16. Jun 17 18, 6:07 PM |
Mixamatosis
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I don't write poetry but hekawi's contribution here, added to the fact that I just watched a TV programme about Joan of Arc, reminded me of this poem by Leonard Cohen about Joan of Arc. I really like it. He sang it on one of his albums. Now the flames they followed joan of arc As she came riding through the dark; No moon to keep her armour bright, No man to get her through this very smoky night. She said, I'm tired of the war, I want the kind of work I had before, A wedding dress or something white To wear upon my swollen appetite. Well, I'm glad to hear you talk this way, You know I've watched you riding every day And something in me yearns to win Such a cold and lonesome heroine. And who are you? she sternly spoke To the one beneath the smoke. Why, I'm fire, he replied, And I love your solitude, I love your pride. Then fire, make your body cold, I'm going to give you mine to hold, Saying this she climbed inside To be his one, to be his only bride. And deep into his fiery heart He took the dust of joan of arc, And high above the wedding guests He hung the ashes of her wedding dress. It was deep into his fiery heart He took the dust of joan of arc, And then she clearly understood If he was fire, oh then she must be wood. I saw her wince, I saw her cry, I saw the glory in her eye. Myself I long for love and light, But must it come so cruel, and oh so bright? Reply #17. Jun 19 18, 8:30 AM |
Mixamatosis
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Sorry it's a bit grim. I like the unusual approach of the poem and some of the imagery which stuck with me after I'd heard it. It's also quite moving. I couldn't listen to this song much to begin with but gradually I got over that. Reply #18. Jun 20 18, 3:05 AM |
Gil_Galad
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Roses are red but they're also white I should go to bed and call it a night. Reply #19. Jun 30 18, 6:12 PM |
Mixamatosis
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Roses are red Violets are blue That's enough said Over to you Reply #20. Jul 06 18, 10:36 AM |
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