Poems Part 2
Posted 02 April 2004 - 09:37 AM
Posted 02 April 2004 - 10:09 AM
So when do we get to read another of yours?
Posted 02 April 2004 - 10:35 AM
Hey Shellas... we're already Junior Villagers after only two weeks on the site. Now I feel pathetic and must go drown my sorrows of being a sad sad individual in a bottle of cheap wine.
Posted 02 April 2004 - 10:40 AM
Posted 03 April 2004 - 03:29 AM
**psst** where are whispers?? ;D
Posted 03 April 2004 - 08:53 AM
Posted 03 April 2004 - 08:57 AM
So when ya gonna dazzle me, dear duke?? ;D Feel bad hoggin' up all this limelight *snickers* ;D
Posted 03 April 2004 - 09:43 AM
I have seen the birth of stars,
suspended in nova's explosion,
in golden corona of your eyes.
I have heard shuddering gasps
of worlds being birthed
echoed in the song of your voice.
Meditation's whispering in forest glade,
the symphony of waterfall's rush and fall,
a blush of colour in steel skies.
Your footsteps trail in dawn's mists,
bridging the gulf between earth and eternity,
wisdom and insight tempered at hardship's forge.
The blue of flame's heart,
core of your inner strength,
purging shadows and memories of pain.
Oh, shush, Highness, I'd rather read your poetry or Queen Anabanana's than my own...Boon's Farm anyone?
Oh, Hun, I know it is, but we are more than our appearance and what we wear*unless you're in LA, than no one cares about who you are, its all about what you wear :
Posted 03 April 2004 - 09:51 AM
Cheers with the Boons farm.. you cheapskate. lol.
Too bad I can't write poetry when I'm.. you know.. happy.
Posted 03 April 2004 - 10:12 AM
And yeah, I hear ya about Cali...man, I live in vegas, so I'm close enough to LALA land to know what THOSE fruits and nuts think is important! lol That's why I love Laguna Beach!
And as much as I adore Boon's (Island is my fave!) I'd rather sit down with a nice glass of Taylor's port...the sweetness is what I crave! ;D
And Queen Anabanana needs to have some tragedy start happenin' in her life now, lol, cause we sure as hell don't like it when she has a dry spell! ;D
Posted 03 April 2004 - 11:02 AM
I have to agree...when I do drink wine, I go for sweet wines, I'm a sucker for Sangria
Hey, Ana-Nana...OMGS...the Minions are in rebellion, demanding individual numbers on their sweatshirts and full medical coverage-hey, I was only trying to help your poetry
"Ode to a broken toed minion"? TY, Ana...maybe a Grand-Duchy??
HEY! OKay, the BF wines are ridiculously cheap, but I have a lot of very pleasant memories about hanging out with my boys drinking BF
Posted 03 April 2004 - 11:12 AM
I hear ya, hun...in fact the first alcoholic drink I ever had in college was BF! lol Got a lot of fond memories of that tasty beverage! Cheap, yes, but soooo BAD_WORD good! lol
Posted 03 April 2004 - 04:11 PM
Hand over hand,
I crawl from dream's wreckage.
as they're dragged behind.
thin trees on winter's hill,
exploding from barren earth
to throttle the living.
Gagging on Nightmare's fumes,
a toxic cocktail
of your deceptions.
that never touched your eyes.
A no-man's land
of barbed wire
Each step a torturer's caress
carries me to solitude's Healing
Ladies and Gentlemen, I need your aid, something's still not sitting right with this poem and it was written a while ago
Shellas, Dear Lady-you've hit upon my one weakness in the world, batted lashes. I confess, though, I was raised on Ivanhoe and Knights of the Round Table and of course to respect women*though that was a matter of survival with 2 older sisters who'd happily point out such shortcomings*
The BF is wonderful stuff, I use it in rituals as a thank you offering to the Divine and I've yet to have a ritual fail when its been used
Posted 03 April 2004 - 05:26 PM
"Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, but expecting different results." Albert Einstein
I've been hit by mrsspookypants
Posted 04 April 2004 - 04:32 AM
This is another sad attempt to emulate a fave poet of mine, Robert Frost, and a tribute to my insomnia...lol
Between a cat and a spider
I sit between a white cat and a black spider
Again, no sleep
I want nothing more than what they have
To dream, dark and deep
They make no noise
That spider and that cat
Yet know I envy their fathomless joys
For tis not I that slumber in sheets and pillows fat
Maybe when dawn arises
Maybe when roosters do crow
Maybe when cook starts baking
Maybe when others yawn, stretch and go
Then this mind can rest
Then this breast can depress
Then this night will end
Then sleep be a friend
No more fruitless thoughts
No more smoke, sound and fury
Trail to Heavenís shore
No more will I endart my eyes
To that sherry glass at hand
And no more will I need nicotine
To sweep me off to Sylvia Plath Land
For what more irrelevant revelations
Is there to seek
When eyes grow weary
From lack of sleep
But until that time comes
I shall sit here
Between a white cat and a black spider
And I'll give the old BF a try in my next ritual! ;D
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