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HAHA...I looked at your profile just to get on your signature...how vain..lol. But it worked! How funny to see me there, but funnier poem.
 
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Ode To Insomnia

Oh I can't sleep! No matter how hard I try!
I think I will just rip out my eyes.
I don't need them.
I can do without.

Sleep eludes me its not my friend!
When will this insomnia nightmare end?
I really cannot take this.
No will to function anymore.

Sweet sleep where have you gone?
Will you come to visit again some day?
I am waiting Dear.
I will not move from here.

Whispers.... If you come back I will let you sleep on your fave side of the bed?!

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Life's Mysteries

Life's 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?

Life's 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.
Life's Mysteries are embraceable if only YOU let it be.


 
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Prayer Answers The Alone

Nothing bleeds through

A furnished Hand

Found to be Fortunate

In Giving

Merely holding on

Against a slipping palm

Drenched in Fear

Held onto by the moment

As a Prayer

Slips through the silver linding

Of Heavens Clouds

Replacing the Hope

That was drained

From the wounds

Of fear itself

Giving desire to the eye

That looks beyond

The Tragedy

But looks forward

To the Answers

That Prayer Alone

Can only Manifest


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Wishful Thinking

Would that I could stop the world for just one day
and oh how I wish that I could for then I would be
so compelled to create something beautiful a much
better place for all of us to inhabit a place without
sorrows where everyone can smile and anything
your heart desired you could close your eyes and
wish for and it would suddenly all come true giving
all the joy and happiness that was always missing
I'd fix the broken ones who have cried themselves
to sleep each night feeling that no one heard such
deep and non-relenting pain a healing would occur
someone would always have someone who loved
them pure and without reservation with true Love
A child would never ever cry again in the night from
pangs of hunger tearing them apart from the neglect
neither would they have to die from terminal diseases
they would have anything they dreamt of come to them
no more hurt no more belittlements from those uncaring
their eyes would glow from the smile brought from inside
where their heart mended to bursting full of delight
toys and candy overflowing without end and games played
endlessly and no one had to go to bed and sleep again
no more war or poverty and abuse would cease to exist
Kisses would be given never ending with abundance
and everyone would get a hug or even two each day
and they would feel cherished and there would be no hate
or prejudice brought forth from cold minds and hearts
Everything would be free and nobody would have to pay
But I know its all wishful thinking and a vast dream coming
from a heart full of wishes and caring full of loving hope
Oh if Only.....







 
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Michael jackson awesome rad
beat it thriller billie jean bad
used to be cool then went mad
michael jackson awesome rad.
 
i have had a really bad day :(

shower not working, bf wants to break up and ive gained 4 pounds. urgh what a day.

thanks for caring though :wub:
 
poefiend said:
Wishful Thinking

Would that I could stop the world for just one day
and oh how I wish that I could for then I would be
so compelled to create something beautiful a much
better place for all of us to inhabit a place without
sorrows where everyone can smile and anything
your heart desired you could close your eyes and
wish for and it would suddenly all come true giving
all the joy and happiness that was always missing
I'd fix the broken ones who have cried themselves
to sleep each night feeling that no one heard such
deep and non-relenting pain a healing would occur
someone would always have someone who loved
them pure and without reservation with true Love
A child would never ever cry again in the night from
pangs of hunger tearing them apart from the neglect
neither would they have to die from terminal diseases
they would have anything they dreamt of come to them
no more hurt no more belittlements from those uncaring
their eyes would glow from the smile brought from inside
where their heart mended to bursting full of delight
toys and candy overflowing without end and games played
endlessly and no one had to go to bed and sleep again
no more war or poverty and abuse would cease to exist
Kisses would be given never ending with abundance
and everyone would get a hug or even two each day
and they would feel cherished and there would be no hate
or prejudice brought forth from cold minds and hearts
Everything would be free and nobody would have to pay
But I know its all wishful thinking and a vast dream coming
from a heart full of wishes and caring full of loving hope
Oh if Only.....







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wishes with you :angel:
 
Nice poems Poe, thank you for posting them :)
 
Gordon said:
Michael jackson awesome rad
beat it thriller billie jean bad
used to be cool then went mad
michael jackson awesome rad.
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:scratch:Ummmm, Michael Jackson did not go mad. We fans are very aware of that fact. Lets not tell lies about Michael, or be disrespectul of him please, that's against forum rules :yes:
That's probably why ppl are visiting your profile, to see why you would call him mad!!!! tee hee hee.
 
hey
i just order it online on chapters online i can't wait to ge it and also order book call maggic of michael jackson by publications sharon :) i can't wait to get it :jump: :)
 
I spy with my little eye,
Something beginning with T
And no matter where they post
They'll never fool me....


Infact I think there's already a few eagle eyes on this forum that would know exactly what I'm talking about.
 
Zith said:
I spy with my little eye,
Something beginning with T
And no matter where they post
They'll never fool me....


Infact I think there's already a few eagle eyes on this forum that would know exactly what I'm talking about.
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I don't know what you are referring to, but riddles are meant to be provocative, so I thought I'd add my response...

T

T is for trouble
T is for talk
T is in chatter
T comes in stalk

T’s not in puzzle
T’s not in limerick
It’s hard to imagine
What thoughts make a snake tick

T is in pester
T’s in mistaken
T is in secrets
Suspicions awaken

T is in truthful
T is in tale
Will the passing of time
Make the mystery unveil?

T is in tiresome
T is in spent
Conspiracy theories
Breed discontent

T is in STOP
But T’s not in hype
This poem has ended
I’ve vented my gripe
 
current affairs

dark moments grow darker still
how does your darkness grow?
as all goes black, all go dumb
trading our glow for i dont know
the ticking hand of time has no eyes
people of the day going on their way
move through it all unfluttered
on roads that leads to no where
the wheel keeps turning
spiralling and flinging,
no one holds on any tighter
the light switch evades
there is no maestro to conduct
chaos is the flavor of the day
apathy is the way
the dreamscape provides no escape hatch
where does the shrieking come from?
battered fingernails, torn to the quick
their scratches emblazoned down smooth walls
beasts of burden take to the air
life has ceased to hold any flair
skulking back and forth, to and fro
the dawn is gone and no one notices
all is dark, all is the same, nobody cares
everyone's to blame, we watched the fire go out
feigning dismay, we let the day pass and forgot
all is dark, all is quiet, it's all erupting!
where is the riot? where are their shouts?
the battle is here! where is the fight?
a war was waged we did not percieve
artillery unleashed we could not conceive
all is well is what was believed
souls were stolen and minds deceived
is there anything left to retrieve?
everything that was worth fighting for
we would not wager to save
no notice was given when it was threatened
no objections when another fell
only when we personally felt it
did we recognize that earth had passed
and heaven above did not claim us
without any ceremony whatsoever
just a dull realization we're now in hell
and some village idiot whisting dixie
still in the haze that clouds the mind
who has yet to come to their reckoning
to what extent can we continue
when all that was is no more?
 
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Beautiful poems Pua and Poe. Thanks for sharing them. Your poem was very confronting Friend. I can relate to you feeling like that when I listen to the evening news.
 
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Awww, Pua (((hug))). I've had days like that... It's a great poem though, as always.

Here's one that I wrote recently...

The Landscape of my Soul

The day begins
And I begin again
Opening up the window of consciousness
The landscape of my soul comes into focus

I am not alone
Others are always with me
Accompanying me each moment of the day
The wallpaper of my heart
The grassy meadows of my mind

These dear ones, and some not so dear
Decorate my inner world
Making their presence felt

My colours glisten and change
Like sunlight on a pond
Simply because they are here
Illuminating
Lurking in shadows
Dancing
Chiding
Ignoring
Loving…
Me
 
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pua and dim ty for posting your poems, dim the landscape of my soul is both blessed and holds some hurt (hugs). hope you're doing well.
 
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Thank you friend and Dimity :flowers: and thank you for posting one of your poems Dimity, it's very nice :flowers:
 
heavenly moment

if for just a moment i could hold you
let us escape in this briefest time
when nothing but our embrace chains
my heart is your willing hostage
the beast that would not be tamed
so effortlessly you have claimed
gazing in your eyes i see eternity
every secret wish a possibility
you rest in the core of my being
i explode within when you draw near
your approach sets me on fire
my breath catches anticipating
this short moment that must keep us
like thieves we steal from time
a moment that lasts forevermore
and all eternity cannot break
 
take me to your underground

in our basic selves we are all so much alike
it's in our layers that we become unique
when you look at me you see only what you expect
scratch my surface and be surprised
i transform before your eyes

people fascinate and bore me all at the same time
show me something more than how you dress
is there more to see, can you make me guess?

do you have a secret space that's just your own
take me there, that's the place
everything on top is just for show
as different as we may be in our personalities
it's your private place i long to go

others may happily accept what you choose to give
satisfaction can't be found in fluff alone
take me to your underground
and show me what you don't want others to know
cause this is your essence, where you "live"
and this is what matters to me so
 
Your poems are amazing Friend. Thanks for sharing them. (((hug)))
 
Your poems are nice friend, thank you for sharing them :)
 
thanks dim & pua :flowers:

here is another one i wrote some time ago. not sure if i ever posted it or not
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little girl, innocence lost

you can see them gathered together
made up in heavy lip gloss with red cheeks
skirts too short to hide everything
and you shake your head and think so young
and already thrown it all away
we see the outside, just the way they planned
if they weren't so gawdy, they'd be beautiful
we don't see them like the ones they beckon
for us, it's simply dismay
trying to picture what their parents would say
i ask you to try and see them another way
imagine the little girl with her dollie
running about in her long night gown
trying to get the attention of those
charged with her care
or maybe she's scared to death of the drunk she calls dad
trying to stay quiet so he won't see her there
these girls are flesh and blood, heart and soul
just like you and me
we will never know why they ended up here
or what caused them to flee
but they aren't something to be played with
look harder, and you'll see
they just wanted to be loved and cared for
but it wasn't to be
they take to the night and the arms of strangers
hoping that they won't meet what they ran from
and somehow they'll find a place where the monsters
they ran from won't be
they are also seeking refuge
from those who judge them as unworthy
to do that is so unfair
cause they're just little girls, who were made to feel dirty
can't you see her? the one who lost herself?
the precious little child who came here and
found persecution, and then got tossed out
she's there. if you look hard enough you'll see her
don't expect her to invite you to see her innocence
she's forgotten it ever existed, beaten down too often
to feel the little girl she once was
don't judge her. it's not right
this is not what she'd have chosen for her life
like all little girls, she had dreams
of growing up to be a mommy and a wife
loving and being loved
little girl on the corner, i know you're there, even
if you've forgotten, and i'll keep you in my prayers
so one day you'll remember, who you are once again
and you'll know, no one is perfect so you don't have to be either
that you are special and precious
i know your path has been harder, but you're still one of us
 
another dated one, was in the old poetry thread, but hadn't reposted in new one, its more of a story tho, kinda like last one was

something remains

as i watch the ripples spread out across the still water, i say farewell to dreams once held
this was my special place where i played pretend with my make believe friends
it's time to part ways with childish things, no more diary entries or tossing milk bottles with my wishes into the waters to be found and answered by some fairy godmother

today is the day that it was decided that i'm all grown up, the stuffed animals removed from my room, the Cinderella covers taken from my bed, pink curtains are replaced with some more antiquey white looking things made of lace, and where posters of my favorite Disney characters once hung, are now paintings of flowers and such

lastly my night light is removed, as my mom switches off the light, and says "good night, my young lady," and i wonder if i'm so grown up why do i so dread the length of this night? i reach for my teddy bear who always made me feel better, but teddy's not there, and as i think all is lost, i look up and i can see the moon peering in the window from over my head, i pray that nobody has taken her, and as i look with all my might, i see the lady in the moon, and know that she will stay with me all night


 
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