Updated March 26, 1998
I found a place,
Where I can go and hide.
Where I can console my thoughts,
But my mind is blocked by her.
The look in her eyes,
A sweet sense in her voice.
I want to call her my own ,
But is she really there.
There to one day be told the truth,
But that's hard, being so different,
I wish I knew the truth.
By: P. KuKoda
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The Mirror
by The Skeleton Crew
Steven N Adams
JR
When I look I get lost
Into the mirror of life
And the shadow of death
Falls upon me
Glitter in the night
With the pale moon light
As a thin cloud covers the moon
I need help to help myself
The clouds don't cover me any more
A new and everlasting covenant
Behold the new stranger
Beware of all danger
For they are lurking everywhere
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"Between Us"
My Love
who soars on high
winds - lofty - sullen - 'lone
my heart will, if not requited
soon die
Must die
should not be so!
but you will not return
for in seas of airy water...
I drown
John
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Today i feel like a poet.
Words spew out of mouths
and i read them with
my eyes, my ears, my body.
Everything is so lyrical.
Today i feel like a poet.
I read old essays,
old poems, old stories,
incomplete.
Why am i so cynical?
Today i feel like a poet.
I am going to write a poem
about my love, my fear, my hate.
Words are so musical.
I wish i had a guitar.
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"A BLACK ROSE"
IN THE STORM CLOUDS
UNLEASHING
DESPAIR DOWN
WITH A DAGGER
HUNTING,
RAIDING
THE LADY
OF THE BLACK ROSE
WHISPERS WITH ME,
CRYING
AT THE RUINS
ON EARTH,
HAND IN HAND
-YOWT
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as the sun fades away it brightens the sky with a colorful promise of tomorrow
a promise that tomorrow will hold untold adventures
then with the new dawn the sun begins to make that promise come true
nicholas
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Judgment of the king
God gave his life for you and me
Sacrificed his blood for us to see
Gave his only son for us to be
Wrote the word of his life for us to go by
And said we all will die
And on that judgment day our father up in heaven will be beside the worshipers of his kingdom
On that day the most tears are to be shed , cause judgment day is soon to arrive
So work the good , not the evil , and all will be chosen into our fathers kingdom
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The mind is resigned
To being the seeing-eye
Dog of the body.
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ONE NIGHT STAND
by bobbi hamilton
Shrouded by darkness
I stand alone
yet in the darkness
you see the light of my soul.
With no sense of denial you take me home
open and caring to all your desires.
For just one night
we share our hearts,
our minds,
our bodies and souls.
For just one night
our dreams become real.
For just one night
we can be in love.
But, for just one night baby.
Just one night.
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BIRDS
(HAIKU)
Soars along the clouds
Flying through the gorgeous sky
Through the clouds they fly
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The sun rises and grief penetrates, saturates every cell creating a heavy numbness.
All tears are empty. T
he if only`s and why`s are a futile game that lead toward
a hard abrupt end.
(you are as mad as hell that life is so
unfair)
Memories befriend and enslave and as the sun sets, the tears run full.
Sunne @ web tv. net
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My Spring
As the meadow revives under warm Spring rains,
So has
my soul been awakened by your love.
And, as the riverbed swells with each Spring
shower,
So has my heart filled with love for you.
And, as the alpine snow melts in Spring's embrace,
So
melts my being in your loving arms.
And, as wildflowers burst forth with Spring's
caress,
So comes forth my song to you.
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AIN'T IT THE TRUTH
WILL ROGERS MADE A STATEMENT ONCE
I WISH I COULD ENDORSE.
IT LOOKED OK ON PAPER,
AND IT SOUNDED GOOD OF COURSE.
BUT THE SUBJECT OF THE MATTER
I FOUND A BIT UNCOUTH.
"I NEVER MET A MAN I DIDN'T LIKE," HE SAID
AND I COULD SAY THE SAME EXCEPT
IT WOULDN'T BE THE TRUTH.
BLACKCLOUD
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"Therapy"
(last line of stanza is first of next)
To calm
my sense of the
frustration of trying
to stem the flow of ideas
flowing
to the desert
of mental entropy
from having to write some grand work
for nought
else but my own
pathos to write for you
and you alone, and sadly, not
for me
but so you might
enjoy even a bit
of the words which tumble forward
I sit
John
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A ROSE
by CCGILMAN
Her bare toes caressed the dew-covered meadow,
And her body swayed with the wind.
The touch of his hand
Brought the morning rays in warmth,
From the evening dew.
As their eyes met in awe,
Their hearts would melt in their gaze.
A rose turned to open in their presence --
Burst into full bloom from the heat of their caress.
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can there be no meaning left inside these circles of
words
in here
before...now is over we find these words
you say "how can we go on"
look for the incapable
dream...language
that only you can,
never speak.
she knows the way back home
but
she will not go
alone.
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"First Kiss"
Fire burns
Deep inside
Craving urgent need
Longing ardor
Raging wanton
Planting wistful seed
Treachery lurks in
Errant blindness
Fettered
demon freed
Mortal terror
Ravished pleasure
Hearts that happy
bleed
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people,
people come in all -shapes- and -sizes-
people come in all -collers-
people can be -frendly-
people cane be -nasty-
the best people are -kind-.
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The House of Thunder
The House of Thunder,
Dark corners
Hushed Whispers.
Skies of Darkness
Brief Flashes of Light,
Chaos and Turmoil
Nothing is right.
The House of Thunder,
Dark and Foreboding.
Endless Cries of Agony
That no one Ever Hears.
The House of Thunder,
I shed no Tears.
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a tree...
by hajile tloh
What a fine thing to be,
a tree.
with the sun shining down,
on me.
with my leaves held high,
on the soft cool breeze,
What a fine thing to be,
a tree.
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Eyes that roam and seek visual pleasure.
Colorful and vivid are our dreams.
But are these dreams?
Or reality in our sleep?
My eyes see wonderful arrays of life.
Be it in dreams or reality.
My eyes don't seek to grasp reality.
But seek visual pleasure and happiness.
Although they see pain and hurt,
They still see life
What do your eyes see?
L.Jaret O. M.
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Wintry
Bone breaking cold
Soaking into flesh like
sewerage,
Leaching marrow.
Brittle, hard ground
Splintered and frayed by
winter's
Stay over.
Wind rushing past cruelly
Disregarding
everything
But its path.
Updated March In-recovery-from-St.-Patrick's Day
Alone in what i've become
Alone in where i now stand
Alone in what i thought was mine
Alone in in my own world
Alone...
why am i alone
cold so cold
the bitter winds whip at my beaten body
all i feel is coldness
wait! now nothing...pure nothing
just me...ALONE
----RED----
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The Kiss
An unfriendly hand sliding down my cheek
An unknown body pressed against mine
But the memory of the face
is something i can't find
soft and wet yet frozen and dry
two full lips smother my own
As the passion rises i let out a quiet moan
His tongue warm with a distinctive mint taste
so tight and firm...
his arms wrap me in a chilling embrace
As he whispers in my ear "it's time beth"
mmmmm... to what do i owe the pleasure
for a kiss from death
----RED----
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WOODEN BOX
An empty crate, a hollow shell...
Deep within, you'll find yourself.
Forgotten dreams, and moonless nights,
they haunt my day, steal the light.
Now I smile to hide my pain,
and comfort the lies, cannot restrain.
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"Friends Alone can bring you tears
Know which
ones are for real
By believing in yourself, you'll get it
right
Leelee3@Webtv.net
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See the strings of sorrow clinging to my lips.
Hear my echoing wail reverberate off the climbing walls of pain.
I can see the moon rise slowly against the black cape of my temptress.
It reaches out long, silver fingers to me through the steel bars.
I want to touch the fingertips of the moon.
But she kills it, in a puff of silver smoke,
Before I can get there.
And she swoops down upon the day with a chilling cackle.
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Lift up your stone of beauty to the darkening sky,
So that my way may be lit with your love.
Just as the day turns to night,
Sweet summer dreams turn to melancholy winter,
And my dreams fade into empty shells,
Your light will forever shine upon the tears of the children,
Crying in the darkness.
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Strangers
In the day's heat
I sought myself in you.
strangers we were, still are
silhouettes in each other's eyes.
Remnants of a deflected time.
Monotony
Nonexistence
is claustrophobic.
I fear remaining an outline.
Your warmth lingers
uncaptured,
fading into opacity.
I know I will burn
till the fire burns in me.
Meena Chopra
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Pink flowers blossoming in a wavy desert,
will it change or will it stay?
The black clock ticking, ticking, ticking
like a dark pendulum swinging to our dark demise
Will it change or will we die, to go to the deep blue sky?
Crashing waves hitting a wall of disfigured bodies hung upside down,
crying, crying for the end. A deep red, rocky meteor hits,
causing unreal distress.
Lifeless bodies flow around the ocean.
The end is here.
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Ismile
ismile because i dont have a clue and when i dont smile it doesnt mean im sad it simply means i understand you.
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It felt like forever in your embrace
Although strangers we seemed to be.
Your familiar presence drawing me near
My heart....pounding desperately.
Warmed by your touch and entranced by your gaze,
as we danced to a familiar song.
Hearts desire igniting the fire....
that had burned within so long.
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I'm the eye that looks
I'm the nose that smells
I'm the ear that hears
I'm the mouth that eats
I'm the hand that feels
I'm the pen that writes
I'm the key that turns
I'm the dog that barks
I'm the jogger that walks
I'm the clock that ticks
I'm the cloud that rains
I'm the lightning that strikes
I'm the mime that talks
I'm everything that isn't!
SUPERFORD@webtv.net
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Why Me? or Hormone Hell
by
Sheila Gunter
Driving on a rainy day
Searching for a me to be
Fish floundering on hard rocks
The prose comes
Gushing, flushing the toilet of my mind
Where's the little man in the blue water when you need him?
He could tell me which me to be
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Stranded in this world,
I wonder where everyone has gone.
All have left me,
Because no one loves me.
All alone in this alien world,
I find a deep dark pool and kill myself.
Seconds before I died I said goodbye.
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Goodbye -
clenched hands
wish to hold forever
straight faces
betraying inner pain
sounds of rain
drowning out cry
human drums
beat without control
savoring images
of memories past
thoughts known
without need of tongue
tear-filled eyes begin to...
good bye father
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"Fifteen Hundred..." by elijah holt
Fifteen hundred beacons in the sky
light the way to paths untravelled,
stars unseen until now,
innocense, not yet raped by man.
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"accept"
by elijah holt
accept that she's outside,
the perfect one for you,
accept the feet to sore,
to walk outside the door,
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With a pen
I start again,
Drawing the pen across the page.
The pen is a key,
It releases me;
It melts the iron-cold bars of my cage.
The ink starts to flow,
And then I know
Steadily working, I shall be free.
I find my release
And my utmost peace
With just my pen, my paper, and me
-Eponine
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In the Courtyard
by Eponine
I stand
on the balcony
Rain drips down
hitting the cold blue railings.
I shiver, but not from the
cold.
Sometimes a feeling just
comes over you.
I am in my own world,
but still in touch with
this one, hearing the voices
but staring at the
gray silent sky.
all alone
with so many people
but not lonely.
just me
all alone,
feeling the nothing which is something-the intangible
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The Dubious Feast
The sky was all gray, the day very cold; my thoughts as a child could never be told.
I dared not utter my inner-most feeling lest my parents, God Bless them, would be sent a-reeling.
It was a day to rejoice, a day to have fun; the Thanksgiving meal would shortly be done!
Then why did I have this sense of remorse?
We were not having Turkey, we were having "ROAST HORSE!"
bellatt@webtv.net
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THIS THING CALLED LOVE...
By:Mary Bonaiuto
AS many nights of romance
as there are stars in the sky
Wishing on my lucky star,
I know you aren't far.
My distant thoughts fade
into the ocean silver...
lying down in the sand
I'm only dreaming of you
As my mind wanders through
the starry sky,
I wear my heart on my sleeve.
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Updated March 8, 1998
aging melodies
filling the air with dusty, crisp sound
the players, lost in the whirling of their tenuous harmony
beg for our attention with their
soulful execution
of another man's
fanciful dream
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Doom
Doom is all.
The doom that awaits at the end of the Hall,
It seeks to consume,
To burn and spread gloom.
It must be stopped,
It must be stopped before it carries you all to Zahadoom
For those of you who don't know, Zahadoom is like Hell.
Blade Runner aroesmith@hotmail.com
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Hatred
Hatred.
Hatred flows around me like a river,
It seeks to to make me whither.
It wants to kill me,
Why escapes me.
This hatred will one day take me under,
And throw me into a world gone a sunder.
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How can
I forget you
You have touched my life so
My head tells me I must, my heart...
says no.
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I Want
I want you, Simply.
I want to kiss your mouth
and taste your dreams.
I want to roam south on your skin
and fall asleep in warmer places.
I want to love you and need you and want you
and push you deeper. I want heaven
and i want planets, and I want the sun and
I want to be a princess with a crown of
stars and I want fairy tales to come
true, and I want nothing more
than to want you.
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homesick
Wind plays with your hair,
standing in sight of the sea.
Your lips take the salt,
this sharpens your tongue and laugh.
Shells crunch underfoot,
as we walk between black rocks
towards the sunset.
Old piers have ragged bones
poking through the sand.
Now we drift in silent waves
hungry for our hearts and home.
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Pen in Hand
I deal with thin air.
Waiting in self-inflicted isolation
for a slow, seeping distillation
of sensations to yield a sparkle;
a glimpse at what might be.
Still an apprentice,
of temporary solutions and loud blunders,
I chase that single thread of gold
that leads away from ignorance
to the absolute treasure of understanding.
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Hell
Its' the only answer,
Its' the only key.
Nothing else is left,
If only you could see.
I'm dead on the inside,
My soul completely drained.
I've thought it over many days,
And realized its' quite plain.
Its' too late to turn back,
The decisions been finally made.
I'm not going to heaven,
I died by my own blade.
Nathan Clark
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TRAPPED (IN A BOX)
By: Angie Kubisiak
I touch to my left,
A wall.
And to my right another.
Also in front and back.
There is no ladder to climb out,
No way to dig out.
Falling, deeper and deeper.
I cannot escape.
No way to get out.
I feel so trapped.
Hidden within, the box.
This is my life.
I live within a box.
Sheltered...
From living,
From experiencing.
I am trapped.
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A FATHER'S LOVE?
By: Angie Kubisiak
Love?
What is love?
Are you supposed to love your father?
Are you supposed to scream at him, hate him?
Do you cry to him?
What roll does a father play in a girl's life?
Is he just another man to hate?
Or to love?
What kind of love do you have with your father?
Any?
Should there be love, or hate?
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Too much time leads to regret
i regret what and when i said or didn't say
like the richest red wine
i spilled you and let you go
but you leave a stain on my soul
every time i see remembrances of you
my heart lurches with regret of losing my
one and only love
@--^-- Lotus
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The Dark Highway stretches, a dank dirty Pathway to Hades.
The cars turn to either Saints or Demons.
The Demons going ahead of us, their red eyes sneering at us.
The Saints coming at us, leaving the Dark Place, their bright eyes
blinding us.Our car is a cage on wheels bounding me to My Dark Place,
my home. Silence unbroken except for the stars singing a deceptively
soft lullaby. Trying to lure me into a dreamless sleep, The Dark Sleep..
I will not sleep!!! The orange reflectors in the middle of the road;
cat's eyes laughing at me.
The signs are white or orange/yellow Ghosts, or blood-red Demons
telling me to yield. They say slow to 55.
Another screams, "NO PARKING ANYTIME!!!" I pay no attention.
I'm only a passenger; i couldn't do anything.
Anyway, who but the crazy listens to ghosts?
We pass over a river and i can't help comparing it to the styx,
and wonder - does it ever get tired of going the same way?
Sacrificing itself to the Ocean? Then losing it's identity?
Poor lonely river...
Also i wonder what does it all mean?
the road, the stars, the ghosts!? What does Life mean?
A Devil's city up ahead, orange/demon lights, the town is deserted,
but for the occasional white - salvation light of the gas station
or the occasional pack of four roving teens. the ghost town-Tchula.
The stars cry louder as i see the way into their Hell.
No mortal can see this. I fell my self drifting numbly
into their promise of safety, their dreamless sleep.
After all, does it really matter if i give in?
The Saints still blind us ;the Demons are ahead.
The End -- Thanks
@--^-->Lotus
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From 'Odes to the Lads'
First Kiss
I'll never forget
The school shed
The girls on
their skates
Taunting, goading, forcing?
Me in my
gangly brown duffel coat
And clown-like pants, nervous
Glad you didn't wait for me
To make the move
Never
would've happened
You leaned over
We lobbed the gob
Well, you did, I
forgot to open mine
Too busy wetting myself
We never did it again
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The bird is a lovely friend
The bird is a lovely friend that no one can compare
he is with me when I'm lonely and afraid
he makes me happy so I see him
as a symbol of happiness
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tears in her eyes, pain embedded deep within
screaming in her mind...life an endless sin
footprints in the snow, razor in her hand
blood seeping out........blade slicing in
sweat dripping down, memories fading away
pain that doesn't hurt....costly price you pay
angel dying in the snow, blood all around
talents withering out.....
hallow soul never found
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Cybersays as cyberdoes as cybercan as cyberwill as cybershould as cyberis as cyberwas in unrelenting Cybertimegoby--
lexloeb@hotmail.com
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ME TOO
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I can write poems,
Too.
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DAMN GRASS
The grass, the grass, an unremitting pain,
You mow the damn grass, then it grows again.
I was planning a free day with nothing to do,
When orders came down from you know who:
"Get the grass mowed before it rains,
Mow it more often and it's less of a pain."
I can never figure out this one thing,
How mowing more often is less of a pain.
The concept is flawed for if it were true,
Nothing'd be more fun than being beat black and blue.
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NO ONE ELSE TO BLAME
by Anthony Silvergar Louis
She's gone --- she's gone!
I've no one else to blame
If only I could turn back time
What was said was not my aim
From now on I'll hold my tongue
before my heart gets hung
Forgive this fool who lost his sense
It's too late for recompense
anthonylouis@usa.net
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Thirteen people. Thirteen.
Thirteen dressed in black
Surrounding a coffin
With a child inside;
A child almost nineteen-
Still too young
To have experienced life.
Seven family members,
Six so-called friends-
The only ones who care.
Twenty-six eyes shed tears.
Thirteen people leave,
Walk away once again.
There's no pain now
The blood cells have been drained
In the bathroom tub,
From a bullet in the head.
Goodnight!
Don't forget about me! :(
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Birth of a Stupor
A dot she were,
her being
a zygotic stupor-
a peaceful sleep in
the mother's dark womb.
She raged to grow
splitting into several,
multiplying
a schizophrenic metamorphosis
from an embryo to a fetus,
ready for birth
into a place of chaotic movement,
coming to terms with what?
Evolution?
Meena Chopra
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FOR THE CHILDREN AND US ALL
By performing acts of goodness
and doing noble deeds.
We are planting in life's garden
good and noble seeds.
Bradley Hunsdon
Updated March 4, 1998 -Whale times of migration
A JOYFUL DAY
A JOYFUL DAY, A JOYFUL DAY IS A DAY YOU THINK AND PLAY. A JOYFUL DAY IS A DAY YOU CAN FLOAT AWAY. JOYFUL JOY AS A BOY JOYFUL JOY AS A TOY. YOU CAN DO MANY GREAT THING WHEN YOU ARE HAVING A JOYFUL DAY.
BY: C. STOUT GRADE 3
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I can see you
Yet I can't touch you
I can hear you
Yet I can't talk to you
I can feel you
Yet I can't hold on to you
You walk right at me
Yet you go right by
Sometimes memories aren't the best
Things to hold on to.
Marshall
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Afternoon phone call
Hints of spring
And yellow melancholy
Tints arrive
at
My ear when I hear Your
Voice.
My lips touching yours
In a world of passion
and
Lust for you.
Giving me strength
Wisdom
And love to
Carry on this
non-wasting
partnership
Of nature.
My senseless awe toward your
Beauty landmarks
A
burning desire to
Be one with you.
VAD
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I will not go into those
woods....alone.
not tonight
I've left my rifle at bedside
and this horse has been recently injured.
you go look for her
I'll wait here and send
for help if you're not back
in an hours time.
Go on now...the sun is almost all but gone.
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Roses are Red
Tulips can be blue
These poems are old
So I wrote a special one for you:
To me you mean so much
Your loving eyes your gentle touch
The way you make me feel
From the top of my head to the bottom of my heel
Love is a feeling, the feeling I feel
I'm full of love like after a taste full meal
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SMILE OF LIFE
Every time you smile
It carries you a mile in the walk of life
So smile for me
And maybe you'll see
A clearer path to walk.
Aaron Mosby
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Love is like a flower.
It grows, blooms, and dies.
But it's beauty stays with you forever.
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I worked for lass named Pam
Who did fine dining with Spam
She blended it with butter
With a splendid shudder
And with a taste she said "Hot damn"
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Very much like crystal beads,
The rain hurls itself from the sky
Onto the weeping pavement.
The world, inrapt in such violent display
of beauty,
Holds its breath to gasp:
Waiting for the kamakaze rain
to cease,
I wait by the window, praying for the sun.
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The Question?
He awakes as I awake,
he lives his life as I live mine,
for pleasing my palate he is no longer alive,
on my plate is where he shall arrive.
Is it my nature to kill and yearn,
or a justification for when it's my turn?
Rick Wipf 1994
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THE BOX
Expecting the bad things that happen to me.
I'm not
disappointed, usually.
The expected disaster can't be a surprise,
When I
deserve the predictable prize.
How did I get myself in to this box
Where my reward is
a mouthful of rocks?
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Roads
by Kimberly Neal
Life is a road everyone born must travel
Most roads are a lot rougher than those of gravel
Those roads that are rarely walked
Those we choose to ignore
Usually lead to the things we yearn for
Sadly the roads we more widely use
Leave us empty, tired, with nothing to lose
Ironically, those with the heaviest loads
Choose to walk down the toughest
"Roads"
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My King
Oh Wizard of the Night
Strike me dead
For I am your
goddess
And the night is my
KING
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Your smile shines like a shooting star
that answers all my wishes
Brings me hope and gives me a reason for tomorrow
And with that one little smile
you can change my entire day
you could make me smile again
but...
You never smile anymore.
Why?
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~Abuse~
My body takes the blow
Though my soul feels the pain
My mind is bruised and beaten
I am only half-way sane
My spirit is crushed to a bloody pulp
Though intact my limbs remain
Fury courses through my heart
Revenge through my vein
I shed angry tears down my cheeks
I am covered in my own blood stains
The wholesome sun has disappeared
And now the Bitterness rains
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~Untamed Emotions~
A roar from the wilderness
A cry from the wild
The silence of soberness
So meek and so mild
Aggressiveness burns in my soul
My burning spirit will never be whole
My heart beats with fire
My veins run with ice
I am gentle and kind
So caring and so nice
My power travels through the world
Although I am but one young girl
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You touch my soul
Words like a caress wash over me
Soothing, exciting
Electric trails made by your touch
My senses scream in ecstasy
Trembling I am taken to a place
Never before imagined.
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Drowning in myself
hiding my soul
can no longer tell who I am
Dreams buried in the rubble of my life,
For what, mediocrity?
Lost in vacuum of life without meaning
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The Dying Dove
Endlessly calling,
as it's screaming and falling,
it is the bird of love,
and it flies well above.
It's wings are of silk,
it's color is of milk,
it's beautiful at a glance,
I wonder did it ever have a chance.
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if I don't love myself, why would he love me?
if I don't love my self,
then why would he love
me?
my eyes turn down,
when he complements me.
If I don't love my self,
why does he says he loves
me?
my head looks down,
when he looks at me,
I know its not true,
no one loves me,
but he says
"hey don't u see,
I love you with no fee"
BY:Sara Jacobson
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BIRDS AND BEES
My daughter is a curious teen
She asks about birds and
bees
I tell her nothing except
"It's no sin to be
a tease"
We'll set some rules to go by
And buy some books to
read
There's no dating until the Prom
And no sex until
I'm dead.
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Mixed Feelings
A roar from the wilderness
a cry from the wild
The
silence of soberness
so meek and so mild
Aggressiveness burns in my soul
My heart and spirit
will never be whole
My heart beats with fire
my veins run with ice
I am
gentle and kind
so caring and so nice
My spirit travels across the world
although I am but
one small girl
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Pray for peace and pray for rain,
Pray for freedom
from your pain.
Pray to do the things you ought,
Pray your work won't
be for naught.
Pray you won't make angels weep,
Before you're dead
and six foot deep.
Pray you'll be remembered well,
Pray you won't be
burned in Hell.
Pray to God before each day,
He'll tell you where the
dragons lay.
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THE DEATH OF A FRIEND
It's tragic when they die so young
So many miles that might have been
a valiant soldier that struggled on,
Is now a rusting heap of tin.
The autopsy conducted by
A grizzled veteran of auto woes
His findings were that my old car
"would not be goin' very far"
A car that AAMCO couldn't save,
would be taken to her grave.
I shed a tear for her that day,
When dear old Betsy passed away.
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Narrow Pathway
Long ago, your
towering peaks stood.
Over me and
deep within.
Picture perfect...
a gentle fluffy
blanket...
covered-troubled,
waters threshold.
A pathway to a heavenly
space for all to see,
a
needle path.
Some weep, some grieve,
some hearts fail.
Not even
a bridge,
can span a great gulf fixed.
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Figure Skating
Up in the air
Twirling as people stare
Spinning around
in the air and on the ground
Bruising and breaking
Falling and aching
The skating rink is my 2nd home,
I live underneath that great big metal dome.
Figure Skating is life! The rest is just details!
By: Katie Phillips
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At the bottom of Celio Hill
where the last snow lies
I heave the doe
Killed on Purdon Road
from my truck,
Cold glass eyes &
sleek neck gone limp
in cedar-sifted moonlight
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Lonely
My aching urge
the open floodgates fill the void with black water
a bitter taste that fills your mouth
my hollow body is cracked and dirty
with countless scars bleeding drops of darkness
the ripples that magnify my sadness
the black hands that beat a blindfolded face.
Your cringing touch leaves me rusted
Lying on the frost to rot
a torn, bloody girl alone on the frozen ground
and your heart colder than my iced eyes.
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-Parable-
Keep your mind focused
Or you'll lose your way.
You'll trip into an
Unfamiliar land.
Don't go blind into this desert.
Your trust will be your poison.
Don't cling to the mirages,
It's hard to believe,
But they don't love you.
Asking a novice to be strong
Is hard for me to do.
But be strong until
I can come for you.
I'll bring water.
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perennial scent
fills the air
emotions before
cannot compare
meaningful gaze
within your eyes
silent imagery
a mind supplies
a kiss, a touch
if this be true
forget me not
i say to you
matt briscoe kolt45@webtv.net
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The Bobcat
Although I know we come and go,
I cannot help but wonder,
Why I had to be the last one,
Of all bobcats to wonder.
Maybe earth's not such a great place,
But it could be better then this,
I shouldn't always be crying,
weak from hunger and thirst,
All of my emotions,
Soon going to burst.
Mad at all the people,
Who took my life away.
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Lonely Bias
I sing but nobody hears me,
I fly but nobody cares,
They throw things in our waters,
They pollute our crisp, clean air.
I grasp for a resolution,
Or for someone to decide,
Will I live or will I die?
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The Ladder
There is a ladder with a broken gate,
Filled with love and filled with hate,
Together they fall,
Together they rise,
With openly closed eyes.
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i can't believe
i ever trusted you
believed all your lies
and tricked myself
into loving you
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where do you get your ideas?
you don't even know me
but yet you tell me
who i am
excuse me
but i know myself
a little better
than you do
you have no right
telling me how to be
i'm not changing
for anyone
but myself
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I have no choice
in how i'm supposed to be
i'm told how i'm to think
how i should act
what i should wear
who i need to be around
and what i can't do
i'm not a puppet
to be controlled
i have a mind of my own
which doesn't seem to matter
i'm sorry but i can't
live up to their expectations
when even they can't
and when i have my own
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she worships a plastic toy
would kill for a figure
like Barbies
feels something is wrong
with the way she looks
because of the world
and the ideas
it puts in her head
cries herself to sleep
because against protest
from her stomach
she starves herself
only to grow weak
and not like the model
on the cover of vogue
slices her wrists
at a desperate attempt
to suicide
because she'll never be
"perfect"
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I need to get away
to break free
from their superficial chatter
and shallow thoughts
I'm afraid
they'll pull me in
their world of
soap operas
and broken relationships
they talk about things
on the surface
think narrow-mindedly
so they won't
get a view
of themselves
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