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    Default MJJCs Official Daily Poems & Reflections Thread

    Do you have any Poetry and or Stories to share? Well, Post them here

    Ill begin with my ultimate favorite from Poe.


    The Raven

    [First published in 1845]
    Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
    Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
    As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
    `'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
    Only this, and nothing more.'

    Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
    And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
    Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
    From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
    For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
    Nameless here for evermore.

    And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
    Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
    So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
    `'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
    Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
    This it is, and nothing more,'

    Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
    `Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
    But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
    And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
    That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
    Darkness there, and nothing more.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
    Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
    But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
    And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
    This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
    Merely this and nothing more.

    Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
    Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
    `Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
    Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
    Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
    'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

    Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
    In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
    Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
    But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
    Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
    Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

    Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
    By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
    `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
    Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
    Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
    Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

    Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
    Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
    For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
    Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
    Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
    With such name as `Nevermore.'

    But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
    That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
    Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
    Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
    On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
    Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

    Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
    `Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
    Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
    Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
    Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
    Of "Never-nevermore."'

    But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
    Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
    Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
    Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
    What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
    Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

    This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
    To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
    This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
    On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
    But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
    She shall press, ah, nevermore!

    Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
    Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
    `Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
    Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
    Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
    Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

    `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
    Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
    Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
    On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
    Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
    Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

    `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
    By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
    Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
    It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
    Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
    Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

    `Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
    `Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
    Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
    Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
    Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
    Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

    And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
    On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
    And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
    And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
    And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
    Shall be lifted - nevermore!
    Last edited by Poefiend; 18-03-2008 at 02:13 AM.

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    I posted this one this morning, just before the forum vanished. :huh:
    I hope it won't have the same effect if I post it again???

    The Endless Black Sky

    My true, forever lover is the endless black sky
    Her celestial arms, my only home
    A comfort in the cradle of the night
    Ivory steps in fleeting formation
    Guide my way through her vast chambers
    And lead me to her dance halls
    Will I dance with you tonight my love?
    Calling me
    Each star tempts me with its brilliance
    Like a virgin field beckoning.
    Come fill yourself in my emptiness!
    I breathe in her splendour
    I bathe in her spaces
    Diving into her depths
    I inhabit her limitless reaches.
    Wrap me in your sapphire cloak
    Adorn me with a moonlight crown
    Take me home
    And I will dance for you
    Oh my lover divine
    Until the wind sighs and the earth cries
    And I return in exile from the night
    Last edited by Dimity; 31-03-2008 at 12:20 PM.

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    This is scary. I woke up one morning with this short poem in my head. I think I'm insane or some ish.

    When I feel a little tough
    I start to get a little rough
    And then I pull the knife out of my brain

    But then the blood starts to rush
    And in my face I start the blush
    So I go out on the night to kill again

    Should I be concerned? lol
    Last edited by Bob George; 18-03-2008 at 06:46 AM.

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    ...........
    Last edited by Lorraine; 15-04-2008 at 04:01 PM. Reason: Bah..

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    I won't forget

    I won't forget the day I met him
    He was so sweet and handsome

    I won't forget the bond we had
    it wasn't a brother-sister bond.
    it was love at first sight.

    I won't forget the very first time he told
    me that he loved me. I didn't think he was
    serious but he was

    I won't forget the conversations we had,
    we talked about our troubled relationships,
    family, and our dreams for the future,

    I won't forget the hugs he gave me.
    They were so warm and loving. The
    way he held me in his arms, he was
    so gentle.

    But most of all, I won't forget the
    love we had for each other. The
    love we had for each other was
    real, it's kind of hard to explain,
    Now it doesn't feel the same.


    Jacob

    Jacob was my first boyfriend,
    I didn't know him very well.

    He didn't heitate to ask me out,
    The others were wondering
    what our relationship was all about

    He tried to convince everyone that
    it was real, he thought it was no big
    deal. I began to see him differently,
    it was a sight that I didn't like.

    It wasn't hard to let go,
    he just didn't understand
    the word no. I needed to
    be free, but he didn't quit,
    He wanted to be with
    me forever. I decided
    that forever wasn't for me.

    I dumped him because he
    didn't know how to treat me.
    I told him that I just wanted
    to be friends, he finally
    accepted it.

    He told me that he still loved me,
    to prove it, he gave me a teddy
    bear, I thanked him for it.

    I'm not sure what he's up to now,
    but if he's dating a girl, I hope
    he's treating her right.
    Cause if he's not, I'm
    going to raise some
    Hell.


    This poem doesn't really have a title

    I don't know who to trust
    I've been betrayed so many
    times.

    I don't know if I could love
    someone as much as I loved you.

    I don't know if I could find a guy
    as loving and caring as you were

    I don't know if I could bare to see your
    face again. I don't mean that I wouldn't
    want to see you, it just wouldn't feel the
    same.

    You had a smile that brightened up my day.
    Now that handsome smile is gone. It's because
    of a girl you loved and trusted.

    A girl that I used to call my best friend.
    She took something from me, something
    that I held dear, She took you away from
    me.

    I don't know if I could ever forgive her
    for what she did to you. When she
    told me what you tired to do to her
    I was close to tears.

    I was also in disbeleif and heartbroken.
    She also took away your dreams of
    starting a family.

    If there's one think I know
    it's that I loved you, I've
    always loved you. You were
    the one to show me how
    to love and care.

    I will always love you, even
    when you leave this earth.
    no other guy could ever
    replace you, you were
    my first love.

    I love you and miss you


    If you asked me

    If you asked me, Do you remember me?

    I would say, Yes, I do

    If you asked me to marry you, I would say, Yes.

    If you asked me to walk away

    I'd say, No I couldn't bare to say good bye without a hug and a kiss


    More to come..

    it was always you and me

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    I sit here afriad and sad
    wondering if caring about you is wrong
    but now I see that you don't care about me

    If you did care you would see
    that you mean the world to me
    you're one of the best friends
    a girl like me could ever ask for

    But I'm unsure
    Do you care about how I truly feel?
    We have been so sucessful as friends
    but I'm afriad we might fail
    so I ask you what's the deal?

    My feeelings for you have not changed
    If you leave it'll never be the same
    My life without you would be so lame

    I thought our friendship meant something to you
    Is that not true?
    If so, then I don't know what to do

    You're the only one I trust
    you're the one who keeps me from going insane

    I'll understand if you don't ever
    want to talk to me again
    Please know that I love you





    ************************************************** ************************************************

    Randy Orton

    Randy Orton is a loser who doesn't give a damn
    He makes some ladies say, "What a man!"

    I say, "Screw you, You stupid fool."
    you're so uncool
    You're disrespectful and heartless
    I thought you were better then this

    You're not making sense
    you call yourslef "The legend Killer"

    "Legend Killer" you're not
    What I'm trying to say is very simple
    "you sucK"

    The king of Kings
    He is the king of kings
    Triple H is a man of greatness
    Can I get a witness?

    He has the ability to make his oppents
    weak in the kness leaving them begging
    "Please don't hurt me."

    His facial expression seem to say
    "You deserve no mercy."
    For that you will pay

    for what you've done to my friends
    you can say what you want
    cause I don't give a damn

    The American Dream
    He is the soon of a plumber
    Who has been with kings and
    queens

    And dined on pork and beans
    A man who stays true
    He'll beat Randy Orton
    black and blue

    So I ask you Randy Orton,
    "Whatcha gonna do,
    Whem he makes a fool
    out of you?"

    He's a living legend that the
    "legend killer" can't kill



    Last edited by sweet princess; 18-03-2008 at 12:36 PM.

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    When God Breathes


    When God breathes everything changes
    his presence is the Spirit that we all feel.
    He is the ultimate of anything or anyone
    guarding his children with a giving light.
    His abundance is stocked full yet it will
    sometimes overflow with more than enough.


    When God breathes all of nature stands tall
    it takes notice because they know he is there.
    He is the forever and always the ever after of all
    that will come and has gone and has long passed.
    He keeps me in the hollow of his hand and I know
    nothing can ever go wrong or defeat me ever.

    When God breathes I feel overjoyed almost even
    to bursting from the magnitude of his strength.
    His Love is a true Love full of compassion untold
    no Father could Love his child as much as he.
    His time is not our time nor is his thoughts ours
    his power is more glorious than any on Earth.

    When God breathes he shows us that he is
    the Great I am the keeper of our souls.
    When we need him he is there and sends his
    Angels to help us in our deepest of darkest despairs.
    Just when you think all is lost he arrives just in time
    Showing us his timing is impeccable and precise.

    When God breathes Healings begin and things set
    wrong shall surely be put right again and solved.
    He is a God of promise and deliverance he does not
    leave us forsaken or alone He is always there.
    God shall prevail and his voice and power will be heard
    let the Earth and its inhabitants know he is Almighty!

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    Nay say...

    If people would be less hurtful and life could go on without happenstance
    then I could feel more freely like I could celebrate and even sing or dance.
    But, Life hands us these emotions that bloom into something stale
    I am not without remorse and my heart is genuinely becoming so frail.

    Wishing things on others is not of my nature thus nor is it my cup of tea
    I long for tidings less hurtful now to bring some quiet comfort to me.
    Sit do I and stare until my mind has grown so dull and so very numb
    did you not say you loved me still and now youve left me feeling so dumb.

    Why would I now care for those golden accolades that are coming far too late?
    I now think inside of me things I long to say but only now Ive come to hesitate.
    For where would it get me and of what glory does this empty hatred shine?
    I dare say not of anything pure and being ignorant is something less defined.

    So I will just tarry here and keep my hurt alone inside my hidden wounds
    for if I say anything at all its like someones always planning my ultimate doom.
    I am of a quiet kind and would never hurt a soul let alone someone I truly loved
    I just pray that God will reveal in some small way a blessing from above.

    Being treated lesser than does not mean in any way shape or form that I am
    for we are all made of flesh and blood and I am not a vindictive sort of man.
    So If I cry its of such a cause that life is so very unfair when they spitefully injure
    the heart of one so true and I can concur of my own defense of this I am so sure.

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    Lifes Mysteries

    Lifes mysteries
    unbounded and
    full of magic.

    But,
    Does anyone take heed?
    Has everyone and everything
    sped up without stop?

    Do they notice at all?
    Stop for a moment
    breathe in its essence.

    If only for a mere second
    of your precious time..
    listen to the birds.

    What is their message to you?
    Can you interpret something out of it?
    Could you even if you tried?

    Lifes mysteries
    They hold bountiful treasures
    but we all just pass it by too busy
    to take a moment and see its glory
    full out right and what of nature?

    Do you think of how endless the sky is?
    Can you imagine yourself floating away
    on a breeze carefree and far from it all?
    I can...
    I envy the trees for just cause of it all.
    I love to think of such things it makes the
    mundane fractions of everyday life bearable.

    Let it all take you into its realm of compassion
    filled with happiness and things not tapped into
    but yet holds all the secrets none the less pure.

    Won't you join me in my referee?
    Let me show you its value and determine its grace.
    Lifes Mysteries is embraceable if only YOU let it be.

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    this was my first ever attempt at writing poetry, it's probably more prose than poetry? but anyway, i like it. haven't checked it for typos.


    Heed The Messengers
    Right out of heaven He walked into our midst. Just as Jesus came to us, the son of a carpenter, He also comes to us packaged not as we’d expect. God’s ways are not our ways. His messenger doesn’t come with his angelic wings spread wide for all to see. He doesn’t say look at me in all my heavenly beauty. Nevertheless, He has mastered the art of getting us to recognize the beauty that can exist within each of us.

    He came to us as a little black boy right on the heels of Martin Luther King, Jr., who died for the Dream, who also knew how to captivate us through his words. Also a humble man, who knew how to get us to hush and listen, cause there was message Martin needed to deliver, and a message that we needed to hear; need to hear still… shhhh….what’s that you’re sayin’, Martin?

    In a time when we need healing, when we need hope, God hears our pain. He has the answers we seek, if only we’ll listen to His messengers. There’s still time. It can’t be too late, for He is with us still.

    Will we do to this messenger what we did to the others? Is crucifying the messengers so much better than learning how to heal the world? Why must they suffer so much? Why are their burdens so heavy? Because, when God asked, they said “yes.”

    There is light in this world. It’s hard to see, because we silence it so. The messengers tell us to listen to the children. They tell us the answers we seek lie there. The greatest of these messengers said to us "Let the children come to me, do not hinder them; for to such belongs the kingdom of God. Truly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child shall not enter it."

    Herein lie your answers. Will you heed the messengers?


    No power of genius has ever yet had the smallest success in explaining existence. The perfect enigma remains. — Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882).

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    Here's a couple that Just came right off the back, meaning I did'nt have these written down for a period of time to translate. I hope you all will enjoy them


    No Existence
    Ever feel that your all alone
    Opening a door and Finding no one home
    your Just There
    No one bothers to care
    Feeling left out
    "Wait what were you talking about?"
    It doesn't matter
    everything shatters
    Your closed in
    Figure out Where to begin
    With no helping hand to lend
    Your just there
    You don't exist

    by:Shardea


    Love is...
    Love is an expression
    Not a discretion
    Celebrating the Joy and Happiness
    Filled with passion
    Giving satisfaction
    to those with Compassion
    To open up and enjoy life
    giving to those who are in need
    bringing good deeds
    receiving with ease
    love is an expression
    not a discretion
    love is love...

    By: Shardea


    <3 With a child's heart <3



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    Default Re: MJJCs Official Daily Poems & Reflections Thread

    wow, nice poems guys
    thanks for sharing

    it was always you and me

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    Good Poems Everyone keep them coming

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    Default Re: MJJCs Official Daily Poems & Reflections Thread

    Wow, I've never known about this till I came back!
    Well, here's my new poem:
    __________________

    Clutter

    What my life is like
    Hectic
    Full of mess I trip on
    Soaking wetness
    Endless water...wanting something
    to drip on
    Hate the stench
    Eee...
    Can't even get to my bed...
    My life...
    a heap of old things I cannot use
    Yet I don't want to throw away
    Litter
    Strewn about the floors...
    The winds threaten to blow away
    What is it like
    Read and weep
    It's no treat
    Can't clean till it's done
    Can't rest till it's over...
    I sweat while the moon is my sun
    For as long as I have begun
    It's not ending...



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    Default Re: MJJCs Official Daily Poems & Reflections Thread

    ^ I know sorry

    y'all had posted lovely poetry so please feel free to repost your favourite pieces of work if you still have it



    I'll repost the last two I posted.


    Sad clown

    The sad clown sits by the sea
    He looks out to the waves as they roll over each other
    He sighs as he looks at his hands
    Clever hands, able to perform amazing feats
    It's a hard life
    To have the gift of laughter, gosh it must be wonderful
    To share stories, to perform acts
    And hear the most magical sound of all
    Laughter
    Like a double edge sword
    It pierces the heart of all sad clowns

    The sad clown walks past the seafront shops
    He looks into a window and sees his reflection.
    He sighs as he sees his face
    No paint covers his weary face
    No bright red nose
    It's a hard life
    Even without the costume he is still a sad clown
    He only ever knows laughter and peoples smile
    When that magical sound isn't around the sword turns
    Laughter
    Like a double edge sword
    It pierces the heart of all sad clowns




    and this one was found in an old poetry book of mine....



    When I’m gone don’t grieve for me
    I’m sick of all the pain and sorrow
    When I’m gone don’t shed a tear for me
    There is always a better tomorrow.
    I leave you this to keep close to your heart
    A lifetime of memories
    You know we never really part
    All our feelings all our stories.
    Last edited by L.J; 20-03-2008 at 12:48 AM.
    From the highest tower, I will call you home
    It's the same old story, love will find it's own


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