Post by: SSSSSSS on 26/04/2005 09:14:39
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 28/04/2005 15:44:27
Andrew
Death is natures way of telling us to slow down.
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 28/04/2005 15:53:40
One Verse
The Universe is so small it hangs on a single particle of nothing,
floating in a soup of emptiness for the duration of never.
People spend life looking for something they already had,
but never find what they have lost, a priceless gift that never will be repaid.
Squandered by everyone yet more expensive than everything
we can ever own.
Having gorged ourselves on the fruits of life, fulfilled its purpose
and passed our offspring the wisdom we have earned,
Participated life as well as death, ant and nation, seed and forest,
Laughed and cried.
We now pursue the ultimate goal, to have an everlasting feast at'God's Table',
as if to extend that which cannot be extended.
Thank you for your time.
Andrew K Fletcher
Post by: neilep on 28/04/2005 22:08:11
It's lewd, it's rude, it's awfully crude
Especially fun when you're in the mood
Brings a laugh when you're in the nude
Flapajack flapajack spray spray spray
Soft or silent blasted any way
Fart, guff, windypop
Never to be done in a crowded shop
Blow off, blow off, fart fart fart
Rubacheek, rubacheek it's an art art art
Underneath the bed sheets
Bubbles in the bath
Open up the window
Cuts oxygen by half
Rubbery cheeks and stained underwear
There's a fart around
Better beware ! [:D]
Neil 1984
Men are the same as women.... just inside out !!(https://www.thenakedscientists.com/forum/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.world-of-smilies.com%2Fhtml%2Fimages%2Fsmilies%2Fmini%2Fmini018.gif&hash=43d4f680fb1e52aecb14b539cb9eba2c)
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 28/04/2005 22:36:22
"The explanation requiring the fewest assumptions is most likely to be correct."
K.I.S. "Keep it simple!"
Post by: neilep on 28/04/2005 22:44:45
I'll post some serious non anal related stuff later..
Men are the same as women.... just inside out !!(https://www.thenakedscientists.com/forum/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.world-of-smilies.com%2Fhtml%2Fimages%2Fsmilies%2Fmini%2Fmini018.gif&hash=43d4f680fb1e52aecb14b539cb9eba2c)
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 01/05/2005 09:50:22
Dance upon a breeze
Kaleidoscope of colour
Sleep cascading trees
"The explanation requiring the fewest assumptions is most likely to be correct."
K.I.S. "Keep it simple!"
Post by: neilep on 02/05/2005 01:41:25
Shed a tear for my rear
It's sitting on your plate
A comfy place filling useful space
"Yum yum beef rump I ate"
Little Billy only four
"Yum yum Beef Rump from freezer door"
Sits comfy in his chair so high
To feed his tum Beef Rump must die
Today young Billy decides no more
"No want Beef Rump from freezer door"
Already cooked and garnished on plate
Billy decided, just too late
By the way...Im not a vegetarian.
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Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 02/05/2005 20:01:39
And if a bullock could talk
as well as frollock and walk
you would hear life is not bliss
Or does my bum look big in this
"The explanation requiring the fewest assumptions is most likely to be correct."
K.I.S. "Keep it simple!"
Post by: Exodus on 03/05/2005 21:21:03
It does not please the ladies...
Short and thick, it does the trick,
THATS what makes the babies...
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 24/05/2005 20:12:50
Amid a deep blue sky
Unaware and grand
Casting shadow over sand
Post by: DoctorBeaver on 24/05/2005 23:33:26
If dogs could sing & cats could dance,
I'd send my budgie off to France,
Where he could learn geography,
And still be home in time for tea
[:o)]
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 07/06/2005 19:09:58
We will again some day walk tall in answer to some research call
Until that day we must not falter, ‘til this great journey starts to alter
Shall it be some magic potion that someday sets our limbs in motion
Could it be some surgeon’s skill or priest of cloth my pain does kill
And If I should die before I waken, and in God’s court my soul hath taken
I will stand before my maker. Saying: I’m a giver, not a taker”!
But ‘til that day that we must all face, should we now join the research race.
Then raise a glass and toast a cry. “There but for the grace of God Go I” !By Andrew K Fletcher 22nd June 03
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 07/06/2005 19:56:16
When the only growth is concrete, reaching for the sky.
Desert winds blowing, fan the mighty flame.
Forest but a memory, don't even have a name.
Seagulls feeding inland, dive upon the tips.
Pipelines belch out sewage, exposing telltale slicks
Ocean levels rising, stink of rotten fish,
No longer do they live here, or end up in our dish.
Now the oil stops flowing, and gushing from the floor,
And water is the reason for which we go to war.
Tankers held at ransom, await the highest prices,
Now the tides have turned and water is the crisis.
By Andrew K Fletcher
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 02/10/2005 19:06:03
It might be acceptable to have a drink, but never acceptable to let the drink have you.
Thinking about sending it to AA
"The explanation requiring the fewest assumptions is most likely to be correct."
K.I.S. "Keep it simple!"
Post by: NLJB on 03/10/2005 02:16:19
Not afraid of nails or glass as we step, tread, walk, step, trip over the knots formed by tree trunks and on the dusty topsoil of the land that we live with, on, and in. We pass disfigured logs and twisted threads, smells we ignore, we are deaf, blind, and dumb, we wouldn’t if we had ability. We are not brave, loyal, or triumphant, we are weavers, hunters, and storytellers. Emotion cannot be seen in our hollow eyes, tears are dried up inside of our wooden faces, we have never sought shade, the tree’s canopy’s over our heads follows and provides. We belong to the scenery. Are we barefoot or exposed?
-"science |?s??ns| noun the intellectual and practical activity encompassing the systematic study of the structure and behavior of the physical and natural world through observation and experiment"- the dictionary
Post by: NLJB on 03/10/2005 02:19:26
She wants the hope and the cure for her ruined life.
She sees no beauty any more,
There is no future for her.
She lies in her coffin waiting for death's icy breath to breath and freeze her warm fleshy body.
She sees the wonders of life, but never can experience or appreciate them.
She is lost in her own depression,
In her own world that is filled with hate and greed and a vicious hunger,
not even created by her, but the ones surrounding her dead lifeless soul.
She feels agony and pain and loathing she must experience from her most trusted and beloved. She is digging her grave and as she does, the worms and dirt, decay and consume her body, her soul, her complexities, and her mind, as she continues to dig.
-"science |?s??ns| noun the intellectual and practical activity encompassing the systematic study of the structure and behavior of the physical and natural world through observation and experiment"- the dictionary
Post by: neilep on 03/10/2005 02:51:50
Men are the same as women.... just inside out !!
Post by: NLJB on 03/10/2005 03:32:57
-"I don't mind if you shoot me, just don't tell me"- Bob Dylan
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 03/10/2005 14:07:33
"The explanation requiring the fewest assumptions is most likely to be correct."
K.I.S. "Keep it simple!"
Post by: neilep on 03/10/2005 15:40:21
stuff...this silly little saucy ditty I wrote when I was just
16....MANY years ago...and is seen here untouched ........so,
apologies in advance !!!</font id="size4">
THE PARTY
The party started off so well
There was John Jack Jane and Jill
Not forgetting me as well
Suddenly I heard the bell
I answered it and well
Would you believe it
It was Mary Mandy William and Nell
"Well where the Hell have you been" I said
"We've been at Wills" said Mary "in bed "
"All four of you well well" I said
Then once again the bell rang more
So of I went to answer the door
And would you believe it , it was Paula and Paul
"It's such a long time since you have called"
"Well we've been busy haven't we Paul ?"
"Oh I see, no need to explain any more"
So off we went and had some fun
It was really great YOU should have come
But if you did , don't tell your mum
So anyway, half of us went naked and dived in the pool
It was really good the water was cool
Splishing and splashing using every tool
To know our situation it wouldn't take a fool
Hell we made an awful din
Though it would have been better
If the girls joined in !!!
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 03/10/2005 16:56:29
"The explanation requiring the fewest assumptions is most likely to be correct."
K.I.S. "Keep it simple!"
Post by: NLJB on 03/10/2005 19:10:08
-"I don't mind if you shoot me, just don't tell me"- Bob Dylan
Post by: neilep on 03/10/2005 20:26:55
Post by: NLJB on 04/10/2005 21:46:14
-"I think a poet is anyone who calls himself a poet"
"Being noticed can be a burden. Jesus got crusified because he got himslef noticed...So I disappear alot."
"Money doesn't talk, it swears"
" -Bob Dylan
Post by: moonfire on 25/07/2006 17:34:26
Love’s Betrayal
Romantic love, the kind wherein partners become lost to each other,
is a falling towards expression of lovers. Lovers choose a way,
making a decision to find themselves together. A rare gift that
goes beyond the boundaries of religion or materialism, romantic
love inspires the psyche with profound motivations for life.
Lovers are no longer in solitude; their solitude rather is enriched
by the mere presence of the other. Life becomes a journey shared,
and the destination is but the fulfillment of love. Each moment is
unveiled in glory, and mystery upon mystery of love is revealed.
Lovers discover that the yearning they once possessed in silent is
now answered through each other’s existence.
Romantic love is not an idealism professed, it is a transcendent
tryst. Lovers shape, and become shaped in turn, by the act of
devotion they share. Lovers see, and know, and feel the world to
have somehow been changed. A sanctuary is created wherein their
hearts may dwell.
As they change, lovers choose to change together, choose to re-make
the world within the image of love they hold. As they change not
together, then there is a falling away from love. Love is no longer
the center of life’s expression for them. And love has been betrayed.
Lovers chose to risk the hardness of heart sometimes experienced in
the world and ventured for the potential of loving vulnerability.
The betrayal of love becomes a process of grief, the sanctuary of
lovers is thrown down in dismay, and the gates shut. The dull ache
of betrayal to one’s inner being is the realization of being an
individual in solitude once more.
Disillusionment with the possibility of love arises. The reflections
upon the once shared world seem bitterly unrealistic. Now all that
remains is for the individual to understand, and accept, that life
does not fall apart, it merely falls into fresh patterns. This
acceptance of life, however, is dependent as well upon the
acknowledgement that love is the only realistic answer to an
unrealistic world. And what can be learned is that love sometimes
exists in contradictions.
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: moonfire on 25/07/2006 17:36:39
A New Day Has Begun
As seconds slip into minutes...time is stealing away into hours that have gone by. Looking out the window, watching the sun slip sadly into the horizon, reaching out with its tender, subtle rays....it caresses my face, tempting me to go outside to hold onto its gentle warmth.
Another day has gone. Night has begun its slow dance across the sky. Watching the moon glowing with stars in the background draping over its fragile shoulders. Night romancing the stars filling in the background with it's slow, graceful, moves embracing the night sky.
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: moonfire on 25/07/2006 17:37:19
innocent seduction
imagining the crescent moon of his lips upon mine,
in-forms nightly wakefulness.
as light dances across his blue eyes,
he remains a vision solely for me.
he names me partner;
without him i would be nameless.
his gleaming, radiant smile enchanting,
he sparks something of joy within.
the way he moves re-turns earthly grace,
creating that deep ensouled peace.
night deep hair falls across his eyes to shade them from knowing,
embracing him but scant fulfillment of my desires.
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: moonfire on 25/07/2006 18:44:59
Denny's Dream
I heard your gentle voice whispering while walking through a field of dreams
Like falling raindrops pitter, pattering saying my love, we make a fine team.
So I hold you close in warm embrace,
Where happiness and joy enlace.
Just you and me here in this beautiful place,
Where spring flowers do grace.
In a field of dreams forever it seems with you by my side words cannot describe
This exciting feeling within me the gloominess I put aside as I walked along thinking of you in this field of dreams.
The twinkle in your eyes has faded and left a lonely heart in its place
the essence of a dream being in your presence is a picture in my mind,
a memory which leaves etched the smile upon your face.
Leave a lingering trace In my mind and heart until then I knew
You are a dream I know has come true.
The cheeks of a face are like a rose
The tears from eyes are like the rain
Tears of joy...
Tears of pain...
We must go through this weather of life
With many things to learn
And many things to gain
For as you know
A rose will always need the rain.
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: moonfire on 25/07/2006 18:47:39
5th piece
Romance is like a diamond
But romance has different facets not measured in carats, cut, color, or clarity.
One only needs time to discover each side of love in its uniqueness.
Romance is just not found in people, but in your atmosphere!
You may think How? Where is my ... atmosphere of Romance?
Is there fire, water, and air?
Fire to keep it burning within and all around.
Water to keep it going and flowing through.
Air to keep it alive, like oxygen is needed to breathe.
Atmosphere is wherever and whatever you make it.
It can be a bitter cold wind nipping your cheek don't mask it within like a robe
keeping out the wind.
An ocean mist kissing your cheek, as you reflect on long lost love somewhere
which has not yet found you while walking along a beach.
A fireplace with such intensity it as if you are dancing among the flames
and are carefree with abandonment of your heart!
I have learned to expand my knowledge in this area...without a man to
learn to listen to the wind as it had wooed me when I was in
Jamaica while watching the sunrise on the beach before me showing off
her pretty arms of rays! Gently caressing my cheek softly with her warmth
and her gentleness.
Losing oneself into the edges of romance drifting in and out as a long
winter's sleep. I wake up and find romance is just sitting there.
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: moonfire on 25/07/2006 18:48:21
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 25/07/2006 19:07:28
Possessing my soul he holds me bound.
Ascending me from heights and softly bringing me down!
Sending my heart racing, in fervent flurry.
Seducing me sweetly, and removing my worries;
Intertwined in a web of passion, my body, my soul, are his to fashion!
Oh desire, and love hold us bound, so high in love we can't touch down!
Never alone, my heart sings, love to my soul, my sweet lover brings!
So sweetly enraptured by thee, my heart is yours, I shall not flee!
Kisses bind me to you, and I stay. To live within you, each and every day!
Intertwined souls, hearts sing in tune, love like fire that we consume.
Satiating each moment in time, so as not to loose this love of mine.
Soaring so high, my true love and I, knowing our love shall never die!
.........Karen W.
Post by: moonfire on 25/07/2006 19:27:24
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 25/07/2006 19:42:52
Post by: moonfire on 25/07/2006 19:48:47
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Grecian on 25/07/2006 20:59:08
Karen and Loretta,
What truly wonderful poems.
You've set my heart racing.
I hope you will continue to give as more pleasure in the future.
Love you lots
Helena xxx
Post by: moonfire on 25/07/2006 21:16:15
Thanks all of which are inspired...hehe
I may submit a few more...but had a few from the breakup, but it is pretty hard,edgy, stuff...you romantic peeps might not appreciate it as much...hehe
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: another_someone on 25/07/2006 23:35:10
The moment
He walking into the room, and started to talk to some friends. Some he knew from days of old, and some were strangers to him. There were interesting people, and boring people; there were pretty girls and ugly girls, and one by one they passed before him. Then, for a moment he saw a face in the distance. He did not know the face, and yet it seemed familiar, like he had always known her; or at least, that he should have always known her. It was not a pretty face, just a plain ordinary face, and yet the eyes were full of life, but yet there was a hint of sadness within them. He was intrigued. Had he met her before. He could not remember, but he was sure he would not have forgotten her if he had. He walked across to her and introduced himself. They started to talk, but he cannot recall what they spoke about, for he heard her voice, smelt her fragrance, and saw her eyes, but knew nothing of the rest of the world. She smiled, and then laughed, and became the more beautiful with each laugh. Occasionally his eyes would wonder down her body as she wriggled with laughter and animated conversation. Every inch of her burned into his minds eye, and the fragrance of her was so powerful it was dizzying. In his mind, he had long ago undressed her, or maybe she have never been dressed, for it seemed to him that she had always been as naked and vulnerable as the day she was born. She reached out, and for a moment her hand touched his skin, and for that moment time stood still, while his heart raced ahead. As that moment passed, he reached out to grab her hand, to prevent that moment from passing; but somehow he stopped himself, and his hand never reached her. The spoke and laughed, and his eyes never left her, and the world around them was not there. Then her friend came and spoke to her a moment. She apologised, but said she had to leave. She turned to leave, and turned around one more time, held his gaze for maybe just a few moments, smiled, then turned again, and walked out of his life.
His friend came to talk to him, but he could not talk. For a moment he had dreamt he was in heaven, and now nothing in the world seemed real. He excused himself, and left the party. Maybe when he awoke in the morning, this dream, like so many other dreams of the night, will vanish into the unreality. Maybe sanity will return with the dawn. But right now, the dream of but a few moments ago was the only reality that he could see.
George
Post by: Karen W. on 26/07/2006 03:32:02
Post by: Carolyn on 26/07/2006 04:33:53
This was written by my son 6 years ago. He was 7.
Mom
She is fair and good
And not a jerk but kind
She knows what is best
He's smart and talented.
Post by: Carolyn on 26/07/2006 04:54:55
Mom
Mom is a warm fire that never goes out, even when drenched in water.
Mom is a pillow, not to hard, yet not to soft.
Mom is a song that is stuck in your head, even when you don't want it to be.
Mom is a nice car with chromed rims and a nice sound system.
Mom is that great bus ride home from school, after you've had a long, hard day.
He learned early that being nice to Mom gets you STUFF.
Post by: moonfire on 26/07/2006 05:03:47
Carolyn, how sweet...he is adorable!!!
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Grecian on 26/07/2006 11:41:13
George - what a beautiful, sensitive dream........if only.
Love you lots.
Helena xxx
Post by: moonfire on 26/07/2006 12:03:19
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Grecian on 26/07/2006 18:51:28
More please George.
Love you lots
Helena xxx
Post by: another_someone on 26/07/2006 21:01:16
Back at the beginning of 2005, when my mother was ill in hospital, and I was feeling it was one of those cases when one feels the disadvantage of living alone, of not having someone to come home to and just curl up in their arms and forget all the pain of the world outside. At that time, I penned (well, technically, keyed) the following:
The Touch of a Woman
That the boy within the man might find solace in the touch of a woman,
That in her arms he may find shelter and beauty,
That in her healing touch may the cares of this world disappear,
That in the warmth of her body and her soul, may his heart find warmth,
That with the touch of her skin against his, may his heart race, and his mind forget,
That for one moment, may he be a carefree boy again.
George
Post by: Grecian on 26/07/2006 21:39:25
George - how beautiful, and how touching.
Love you lots
Helena xxx
Post by: another_someone on 26/07/2006 22:14:16
The Pain and The Pleasure
To banish the care, to banish the caution, to banish the thought,
To feel without care, that one’s senses are all,
That all is the moment, and tomorrow is not there,
To act with abandon, to act with passion,
To sense pain, to sense pleasure, and know not which is which,
To submit to pain, as to submit to love,
To submit to pleasure, as to submit to love,
That in this world, there is no other world,
That in this world of pain and pleasure, there is no world but love,
That all is banished but the moment,
That all is banished but love.
George
Post by: Grecian on 26/07/2006 22:30:00
George - how wonderful and sensuous.
Love you lots.
Helena xxx
Post by: Karen W. on 28/07/2006 07:16:30
I try to pray, but the words I can't find.
My heart is beating so slowly, my breaths are so shallow!
I feel his life over me, just like a shadow!
I try to cry out and my voice no longer helps me, the silence is so
loud that my own heartbeat is lost in the darkness that surrounds me!
I'm Feeling lost and afraid in this dark place I know, So I
must see with my mind for my heart won't let go!
I must not give in and allow it to take me,
I must hold on and not let it break me!
I have to hang on and climb up again, but Please God,
Please God, Hold tight to my friend!
......Karen
Post by: moonfire on 28/07/2006 13:21:10
it's been torn all apart. A million words couldn't say just how I feel
. A million years from now, you know, I'll be loving you still.
The nights are lonely, the days are so sad and I just keep
thinkin' about the love that we had. And I'm missing you and
nobody knows it but me
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 28/07/2006 16:18:55
My heart cries out for your love dear!I know not what to do!
My thoughts are eratic and jumbled and each one is for you!
My soul is so enraptured by your love that my heart feels as if it were on fire! I love you sweetheart, you are my hearts desire!
You are the breath I take in the moning air, you are the strength I draw from when your not here!
My soul cries out to touch you, my love for you is clear, such joy and elation just floods me every time that you are near!
My heart is entangled within your heart too, and I can't tell any more which part is me and which part is you!
Like a beautiful dream you come to me now, awaking me sweetly, by kissing my brow!
Oh be still my heart as I open my eyes, My heart cries out as I realize, Tis but a dream this vision of you; Not what it seems, My hearts broke in two!
Oh Love, that you hear my voice and come to me my friend, like the gentle rain thats falling down upon my head again.
Reaching out to touch your face, remembering your warm embrace; Feeling your hands touching mine, my soul is yours throughout all time!
Oh my love, my true love, I hold you close right now! I breath you in and hold you here a captive of my heart! I could never be alone love for we will never be apart!
I love you sweatheart, I love you true, my heart knows no bounds because of this love for you!
So be still my beating heart, and loneliness will flee, as I have you here inside within each memory!
..........Karen!
Post by: moonfire on 28/07/2006 17:38:57
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Grecian on 28/07/2006 18:57:25
Wonderful my friends both of you, you have excelled yourselves,
but oh so sad.
Love you lots
Helena xxx
Post by: moonfire on 28/07/2006 19:14:40
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Grecian on 28/07/2006 21:06:42
Glad you're feeling better-
look forward to some 'more' poems.
Love you lots
Helena xxx
Post by: Grecian on 26/07/2006 11:41:13
George - what a beautiful, sensitive dream........if only.
Love you lots.
Helena xxx
Post by: moonfire on 26/07/2006 12:03:19
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Grecian on 26/07/2006 21:39:25
George - how beautiful, and how touching.
Love you lots
Helena xxx
Post by: Grecian on 26/07/2006 22:30:00
George - how wonderful and sensuous.
Love you lots.
Helena xxx
Post by: Karen W. on 28/07/2006 07:16:30
I try to pray, but the words I can't find.
My heart is beating so slowly, my breaths are so shallow!
I feel his life over me, just like a shadow!
I try to cry out and my voice no longer helps me, the silence is so loud that my own heartbeat is lost in the darkness that surrounds me!
I'm Feeling lost and afraid in this dark place I know, So I must see with my mind for my heart won't let go!
I must not give in and allow it to take me,
I must hold on and not let it break me!
I have to hang on and climb up again, but Please God, Please God, Hold tight to my friend!
......Karen
Post by: moonfire on 28/07/2006 13:21:10
it's been torn all apart. A million words couldn't say just how I feel
. A million years from now, you know, I'll be loving you still.
The nights are lonely, the days are so sad and I just keep
thinkin' about the love that we had. And I'm missing you and
nobody knows it but me
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: moonfire on 28/07/2006 17:38:57
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Grecian on 28/07/2006 18:57:25
Wonderful my friends both of you, you have excelled yourselves,
but oh so sad.
Love you lots
Helena xxx
Post by: moonfire on 28/07/2006 19:14:40
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Grecian on 28/07/2006 21:06:42
Glad you're feeling better-
look forward to some 'more' poems.
Love you lots
Helena xxx
Post by: moonfire on 31/07/2006 20:29:33
Eden in sight
a rhythm in unspoken words she remains
where the ordinary and the dreaming worlds meet in our hearts
bright chance whispers onwards, vestiges of a moment unlooked for she is
as there the skies opening amidst the clouds, she lightens the way as shadows gray retreat
reality begins to affect those visions once tentatively held
wondering should i have traveled to those ephemeral gates of desire
where glory does reside in utter mystery
i have sought paradise and in this keen feeling reside not alone.
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Grecian on 31/07/2006 20:40:06
Nice one Loretta.
Love you lots.
Helena xxx
Post by: Karen W. on 01/08/2006 03:38:05
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 01/08/2006 04:47:15
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 01/08/2006 06:23:03
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 01/08/2006 06:47:32
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 01/08/2006 16:34:39
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 02/08/2006 04:32:13
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: neilep on 06/08/2006 18:56:56
All you people have written some exemplary stuff !!
YAYYYYYYY !!..I may have to post some serious stuff too !!!...just so that you know I can do ' serious ' too !!
Wonderful !!!
Men are the same as women, just inside out !
Post by: moonfire on 06/08/2006 19:04:04
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 06/08/2006 19:16:38
Karen
Post by: Karen W. on 06/08/2006 21:52:27
Today I sent you butterfly kisses gently on the breeze, in hopes they would find you and set your spirit free!
I pressed my lips against my hands and held them out into the wind, each one lifted high above to light down on my own true love!
I felt their touch so lightly land there, upon your tender lips, I knew that moment was sealed in time, forever in that kiss!
Your heart, cring out to be with mine, as well My heart cries out to you! So with every Kiss I send your way, I'm telling you I love you!!
Sending butterfly kisses to surround you as you move through out your day! My heart is completely enraptured by the love that you display!
No words can really tell you, how my heart is all a flutter, that each time I think of you my heart just melts like Butter!
So I'll keep my kisses gently blowing to you upon the breeze, and each time you feel it touching your face you'll know that it is me!
So softly fly my butterfly kisses to my love this day, and bring his love right back to me, in the same, sweet tender way!
Karen
Post by: Grecian on 06/08/2006 23:11:37
Karen - that is so beautiful.
Someone once left me a 'goodmorning butterfly mssg' on my laptop,
brought back happy memories.
Love you lots
Helena xxx
Post by: moonfire on 07/08/2006 00:14:54
Beginning of Time for You and Me
It is a matter of time before we meet in NY.
You are in love with me you say, and all I can say is wow?
It was hard to believe but, I believe you now.
I can't understand it Denny, but you seem so genuine and true.
Many things I see that are in your heart.
So many mysteries that I am sure you are not ready to part.
Denny why have you chosen me, I haven't a clue?
A great distance between us with an ocean of blue.
I pray that you have not made a big mistake by giving me your heart so soon?
Tell me this is a dream that will come true before next June?
Honey, I am hoping that one day this will be.
A journey into our destiny just for you and me.
I know you have patience to wait for my heart.
And I think it is on it's way to help me start.
A new life perhaps, A new day, A moment in time for us that could be forever.
If it begins with us, then there will not be a never!
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: moonfire on 07/08/2006 01:00:22
Sometimes in life you feel like youre not going anywhere
And yourself to others you compare.
But there's something you should know
Dont worry about anyone else, but your own destiny follow.
Never let anyone take away your pride
And your feelings dont be afraid to hide.
In this life for you God has a special plan
And if you believe in yourself, then you know in your heart you can.
Mistakes you will make
Some of them causing you heartache.
Just in all that you do, give it your best
Knowing you can pass life's test.
Ignore crewl remarks about you that people say
For from your dreams they only want to lead you astray
To get places in life will require you to fight
And if you want to win, then of your goals don't lose sight.
Tough times are going to lay ahead
Keep your head on straight so you won't be misled.
There will be more than one road in life that you can take and it's up to you which one you choose
You won't always win. There are times when you will lose.
You can battle defeat
Finding the truth in all the deceit.
Never substitute your values
But remain strong in your virtues.
Listen to your heart
And all the deception and lies outsmart.
When you stand up for whats right, people wont often understand
Be prepared that you a loser they will brand.
Stedfastly stand your ground
Even when pain is all around.
Your voice let them hear
Dont be afraid to let it ring out loud and clear.
In life make a positive change
Refusing to back down when others claim you're strange.
People may try to make you what they want you to be
Being yourself is the only way you will truly feel free.
Depression and stress wont have you beat
Go out and your dreams and goals complete.
Break through the negativity. Be the Blessing
By releasing your inner beauty.
Your destiny patiently awaits
So walk the straight and narrow through lifes little gates.
Yourself go and find
Leaving your past behind.
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 07/08/2006 10:54:22
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 07/08/2006 17:22:36
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: moonfire on 09/08/2006 08:48:57
just an eye for you
just a shoulder too
let me shed the tear and cry
so you can make it thru and not die
no matter how rough it is
no one can feel your pains
but we will be there for you even if it rains
you will be stronger friend
your little heart will be on the mend
i think highly of you
even if a cow will moo for you
you know you are the best
i don't care about the rest
here is a hug for you
don't get a pet kangaroo
your forum family is here today
and all we want is you to stay
come on out right away and play
you know we love you everyday!
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 10/08/2006 07:19:25
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 10/08/2006 13:49:43
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: cranial_implant on 20/08/2006 03:22:48
I just wrote this in the other thread.But i thought this is the place to put it !
No sense dwells in this feeling so fragile
It is a madness tinged with a joy so real
I see your eyes and I am lost now within you
Securing my love together with yours
It's close to the edge and I sense the overwhelming
Struggling to keep my senses as fact
For inside you is a heart that has caught me
Holding me close , with you I'm intact
For you are the dew in the morning of my life
The light of the day and the darkness of night
This blanket of seasons has sold me to you
let the mist be the cloud of the first kiss
No sense dwells in this feeling so fragile
Our lives are a recipe that can't be ignored
Hold me, betroth me to the inside of you
Timeless does beckon as I say " I do "
I love poetry too. what do you think. I just made it .
My head is not what it used to be.
Post by: Karen W. on 20/08/2006 05:05:05
Loretta thank-you so much for your words they mean the world you know!!!
Karen
Post by: cranial_implant on 20/08/2006 20:14:49
Never seeing atop the skin
It's beneath the surface where the truth lies within
Though it's not what we appear to be
But what you do that defines you
Burden holds this man for reason
In truth there be a judge for treason
Suffering soul that wants her so much
Reaching out and feeling her touch
Tortuous pain and woes are sharp
Torment folds his strangled heart
His lungs have air but pierced with shards
The glass, the discovery, that tears them apart
Fragile moments are stolen right here
The love is cherished ,a blanket of fear
reaching out for you I do
You always know..that I Love You
So, what do you think of this I just made.
I think all of the poetry here is wonderful. There is much talent here. Who would have thought it would be on a science site that these words would be made.
My head is not what it used to be.
Post by: moonfire on 21/08/2006 00:46:30
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 21/08/2006 01:16:27
Karen
Post by: cranial_implant on 21/08/2006 03:17:20
Karen. You are very kind. I think you would make a good critic of the arts. You see past the skin, into the body.
My head is not what it used to be.
Post by: moonfire on 21/08/2006 06:10:41
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 21/08/2006 11:28:03
Karen
Post by: neilep on 21/08/2006 16:05:47
Wonderful poetry....very deep !!
Men are the same as women, just inside out !
Post by: cranial_implant on 21/08/2006 18:48:43
I am so impressed with everybody's writing also. I also found some inspiration from people here.
LO, you also have written such beautiful words.
I am so happy to be here.
Ian
My head is not what it used to be.
Post by: Karen W. on 22/08/2006 02:22:06
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 22/08/2006 04:58:58
Hey Queenie Mod, don't you dare take my little Ian away from me! LOL Of course, we would love for you to join us in our little zeta fun thread...we promise not to tease you too bad...okay maybe just a bit over the top! ;-)
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 22/08/2006 15:20:28
Karen
Post by: Mirage on 22/08/2006 17:03:10
As I stood and watched a creature having problems keeping its eyes open
The sense of death filled the space between us.
Waiting for the moment to act, to end life.
I could not help but remember an old friend of mine.
How he was just lying there with only the strength to look around
With fear of not being able to move.
Wanting to, but to fail every time.
My eyes start to water; my mouth runs dry.
All I can remember is watching my old friends eyes,
Scared and unsure; trying to focus on something To give him courage.
I could not speak but wanted to say I would always love him,
To assure him that everything was going to be fine.
But still with the knowledge that he would soon be gone.
I awoke to find that he had gone, only to be seen with my inward eye.
Tears soon followed.
My eyes started to burn and I could feel the warmth of my tears
As they ran down my face and to the ground.
Why did he have to go I screamed to my soul?
My heart broken.
I still look at a photo of him and remember the times
where we shared each other’s company.
The warm and cold days of life;How fragile.
As I look at the photo my eyes well up;
And my tears once again hit the ground.
Forever to be missed by a family
who has lost a part of them.
Some days it's not even worth knawing at the straps
Post by: Karen W. on 22/08/2006 20:30:54
Karen
Post by: Mirage on 22/08/2006 20:53:32
I find that writing is the best way to vent your emotions in a constructive way. It can ease your pain and will always be a source to learn from.
I should have said at the bottom that 'An Old Friend' is about my dog Blaise, we had to have him put down on New Years day. But with that piece and some of what I have written is a way of celebrating memories of those close to me that I have lost. And through those pieces I will never forget them.
Some days it's not even worth knawing at the straps
Post by: neilep on 22/08/2006 21:43:05
I figured it was about a pet !...
You really have a gift....good on ya !
My pet cat called pepper died about ten years ago !..he was 19 !...he was my best friend...so I know exactly how you feel.
This was my poem as tribute to Pepper:
Oh Pepper Pepper you are dead
You're in an urn propping up the bed !
whajafink ?
[:)]
Men are the same as women, just inside out !
Post by: Carolyn on 22/08/2006 21:51:12
Mirage - that was beautiful. That's exactly how I feel about my little dog, Benji. Last year at Christmas, he was attacked by a German Shepherd and nearly bled to death before we could get him to the vet. Recently he was bitten by a venomous snake. Each time he's been seriously injured, I watched the life draining from him and I could see the fear in his eyes. My eyes still tear up now, and I feel this tightening in the pit of my tummy when I think about how close we've come to losing him. Our pets bring so much to our lives. Anyway, I loved your poem. Thanks for sharing.
Carolyn
Post by: cranial_implant on 22/08/2006 22:07:55
Mirage, that is a beautiful poem.
neilep, well you made me laugh too .
Here is one I just wrote about a hidden secret love.
I hope you like .
I hate this silence
Strangling the patience out of me
All I need do is pick up the phone
Hoping that you’re there at home
So simple to say
So very hard to do
Obstacles of privacy ,a barrier of moss
It’s just that there are miseries, of gains and of loss
It feels like unrequited love
The wings are clipped of this iconic dove
Your too far to touch and my eyes can not see
The love that we share is forbidden in me
Pains.. the hurt, the urge…
Walls of mist defined by a sea
Too far this distance it strangles me
It’s autumnal, Our love is a fallen leaf
And yet there is a joy
To celebrate this love between a girl and a boy
Though be it the miles are many thus far
This love is which, can not be bar
So I smile a face of shimmering light
Cos in my day dreams and ones of the night
I touch your presence and feel your skin
And celebrate the love within
My head is not what it used to be.
Post by: Mirage on 22/08/2006 22:15:23
Carolyn, thank you. It is amazing how our pets really become part of us. And why not, they give us the most love we could ever want, and they always give it when we need it the most.
I always feel sad for everyone that has lost someone or their pet, you really do lose a part of yourself.
And cranial_implant, love it, reminds me of a time that I still carry the scar for. Brilliant piece.
Some days it's not even worth knawing at the straps
Post by: neilep on 22/08/2006 22:37:59
It's true about my cat Pepper though (well..not the propping up bed bit !!...though he IS in an urn on my bookcase surrounded by photos !!)...but he was my bestest friend. I grew up with him and 19 is a really good age for cat.
Cranial...Like Mirage...you are truly gifted...
THANK YOU ALL for your wonderful poetry.
It really adds a human element to this site. Not that this site is staid or anything like that of course [:)]
Men are the same as women, just inside out !
Post by: moonfire on 23/08/2006 05:31:53
quote:
Originally posted by neilep
Mirage...that is a beautiful poem.
I figured it was about a pet !...
You really have a gift....good on ya !
My pet cat called pepper died about ten years ago !..he was 19 !...he was my best friend...so I know exactly how you feel.
This was my poem as tribute to Pepper:
Oh Pepper Pepper you are dead
You're in an urn propping up the bed !
whajafink ?
[:)]
Men are the same as women, just inside out !
I am so glad the last line was that instead of popping up in your bed[:p]
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: moonfire on 23/08/2006 05:33:48
quote:
Originally posted by cranial_implant
Hello all.
Mirage, that is a beautiful poem.
neilep, well you made me laugh too .
Here is one I just wrote about a hidden secret love.
I hope you like .
I hate this silence
Strangling the patience out of me
All I need do is pick up the phone
Hoping that you’re there at home
So simple to say
So very hard to do
Obstacles of privacy ,a barrier of moss
It’s just that there are miseries, of gains and of loss
It feels like unrequited love
The wings are clipped of this iconic dove
Your too far to touch and my eyes can not see
The love that we share is forbidden in me
Pains.. the hurt, the urge…
Walls of mist defined by a sea
Too far this distance it strangles me
It’s autumnal, Our love is a fallen leaf
And yet there is a joy
To celebrate this love between a girl and a boy
Though be it the miles are many thus far
This love is which, can not be bar
So I smile a face of shimmering light
Cos in my day dreams and ones of the night
I touch your presence and feel your skin
And celebrate the love within
My head is not what it used to be.
Ian, I had no idea!!! You are the bestest!!! [;)]
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 23/08/2006 08:01:27
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 23/08/2006 08:06:28
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 23/08/2006 08:14:35
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 23/08/2006 08:15:58
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 23/08/2006 08:20:01
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 23/08/2006 08:28:07
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 23/08/2006 08:31:27
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 23/08/2006 10:29:45
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 23/08/2006 10:42:26
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 23/08/2006 14:40:19
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 24/08/2006 09:05:44
I'm lying here in the darkness of an empty house, my bed now cold and alone! I find myself drifting in and out and trying to touch you and ring your phone!
I look to the shadows to see your face but alas your not here, but in a distant place! The tears well up, my face can not hide the desperation and the wanting that I have here inside!
My face now streaming and wet with the tears I'm thinking about all of the wasted years! My heart knows your love, our secrets I do hide, and I will keep my promise to keep you burried love, deep inside!
What you ask my love, this secret I keep, it torments my days and enters my sleep. I am restless and giddy and our love knows no bounds, but my heart is aching as it joyfully resounds!
The silence is numbing, shadows fall still on my walls; Now I'm desperately clinging to the words from your call. My heart is aglow from my head to my toes, and I know that you Know that our love only grows!
I love you sweetheart from your head to your toes and I even love your cute little nose, so untill the time we can be together again, always know you are my best friend!!!
Kisses and hugs are coming your way, in hopes that you have a wonderful day! I love you sweetheart my heart is on fire, you light up my my life and are my hearts desire!
Karen
Post by: neilep on 24/08/2006 16:28:44
How about some other members sharing their words ?
Men are the same as women, just inside out !
Post by: neilep on 22/08/2006 21:43:05
I figured it was about a pet !...
You really have a gift....good on ya !
My pet cat called pepper died about ten years ago !..he was 19 !...he was my best friend...so I know exactly how you feel.
This was my poem as tribute to Pepper:
Oh Pepper Pepper you are dead
You're in an urn propping up the bed !
whajafink ?
[:)]
Men are the same as women, just inside out !
Post by: Carolyn on 22/08/2006 21:51:12
Mirage - that was beautiful. That's exactly how I feel about my little dog, Benji. Last year at Christmas, he was attacked by a German Shepherd and nearly bled to death before we could get him to the vet. Recently he was bitten by a venomous snake. Each time he's been seriously injured, I watched the life draining from him and I could see the fear in his eyes. My eyes still tear up now, and I feel this tightening in the pit of my tummy when I think about how close we've come to losing him. Our pets bring so much to our lives. Anyway, I loved your poem. Thanks for sharing.
Carolyn
Post by: cranial_implant on 22/08/2006 22:07:55
Mirage, that is a beautiful poem.
neilep, well you made me laugh too .
Here is one I just wrote about a hidden secret love.
I hope you like .
I hate this silence
Strangling the patience out of me
All I need do is pick up the phone
Hoping that you’re there at home
So simple to say
So very hard to do
Obstacles of privacy ,a barrier of moss
It’s just that there are miseries, of gains and of loss
It feels like unrequited love
The wings are clipped of this iconic dove
Your too far to touch and my eyes can not see
The love that we share is forbidden in me
Pains.. the hurt, the urge…
Walls of mist defined by a sea
Too far this distance it strangles me
It’s autumnal, Our love is a fallen leaf
And yet there is a joy
To celebrate this love between a girl and a boy
Though be it the miles are many thus far
This love is which, can not be bar
So I smile a face of shimmering light
Cos in my day dreams and ones of the night
I touch your presence and feel your skin
And celebrate the love within
My head is not what it used to be.
Post by: Mirage on 22/08/2006 22:15:23
Carolyn, thank you. It is amazing how our pets really become part of us. And why not, they give us the most love we could ever want, and they always give it when we need it the most.
I always feel sad for everyone that has lost someone or their pet, you really do lose a part of yourself.
And cranial_implant, love it, reminds me of a time that I still carry the scar for. Brilliant piece.
Some days it's not even worth knawing at the straps
Post by: neilep on 22/08/2006 22:37:59
It's true about my cat Pepper though (well..not the propping up bed bit !!...though he IS in an urn on my bookcase surrounded by photos !!)...but he was my bestest friend. I grew up with him and 19 is a really good age for cat.
Cranial...Like Mirage...you are truly gifted...
THANK YOU ALL for your wonderful poetry.
It really adds a human element to this site. Not that this site is staid or anything like that of course [:)]
Men are the same as women, just inside out !
Post by: moonfire on 23/08/2006 05:31:53
quote:
Originally posted by neilep
Mirage...that is a beautiful poem.
I figured it was about a pet !...
You really have a gift....good on ya !
My pet cat called pepper died about ten years ago !..he was 19 !...he was my best friend...so I know exactly how you feel.
This was my poem as tribute to Pepper:
Oh Pepper Pepper you are dead
You're in an urn propping up the bed !
whajafink ?
[:)]
Men are the same as women, just inside out !
I am so glad the last line was that instead of popping up in your bed[:p]
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: moonfire on 23/08/2006 05:33:48
quote:
Originally posted by cranial_implant
Hello all.
Mirage, that is a beautiful poem.
neilep, well you made me laugh too .
Here is one I just wrote about a hidden secret love.
I hope you like .
I hate this silence
Strangling the patience out of me
All I need do is pick up the phone
Hoping that you’re there at home
So simple to say
So very hard to do
Obstacles of privacy ,a barrier of moss
It’s just that there are miseries, of gains and of loss
It feels like unrequited love
The wings are clipped of this iconic dove
Your too far to touch and my eyes can not see
The love that we share is forbidden in me
Pains.. the hurt, the urge…
Walls of mist defined by a sea
Too far this distance it strangles me
It’s autumnal, Our love is a fallen leaf
And yet there is a joy
To celebrate this love between a girl and a boy
Though be it the miles are many thus far
This love is which, can not be bar
So I smile a face of shimmering light
Cos in my day dreams and ones of the night
I touch your presence and feel your skin
And celebrate the love within
My head is not what it used to be.
Ian, I had no idea!!! You are the bestest!!! [;)]
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 23/08/2006 08:01:27
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 23/08/2006 08:06:28
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 23/08/2006 08:14:35
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 23/08/2006 08:15:58
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 23/08/2006 08:20:01
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 23/08/2006 08:28:07
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 23/08/2006 08:31:27
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 23/08/2006 10:29:45
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 23/08/2006 10:42:26
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 23/08/2006 14:40:19
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 22/08/2006 20:30:54
Karen
Post by: Carolyn on 22/08/2006 21:51:12
Mirage - that was beautiful. That's exactly how I feel about my little dog, Benji. Last year at Christmas, he was attacked by a German Shepherd and nearly bled to death before we could get him to the vet. Recently he was bitten by a venomous snake. Each time he's been seriously injured, I watched the life draining from him and I could see the fear in his eyes. My eyes still tear up now, and I feel this tightening in the pit of my tummy when I think about how close we've come to losing him. Our pets bring so much to our lives. Anyway, I loved your poem. Thanks for sharing.
Carolyn
Post by: cranial_implant on 22/08/2006 22:07:55
Mirage, that is a beautiful poem.
neilep, well you made me laugh too .
Here is one I just wrote about a hidden secret love.
I hope you like .
I hate this silence
Strangling the patience out of me
All I need do is pick up the phone
Hoping that you’re there at home
So simple to say
So very hard to do
Obstacles of privacy ,a barrier of moss
It’s just that there are miseries, of gains and of loss
It feels like unrequited love
The wings are clipped of this iconic dove
Your too far to touch and my eyes can not see
The love that we share is forbidden in me
Pains.. the hurt, the urge…
Walls of mist defined by a sea
Too far this distance it strangles me
It’s autumnal, Our love is a fallen leaf
And yet there is a joy
To celebrate this love between a girl and a boy
Though be it the miles are many thus far
This love is which, can not be bar
So I smile a face of shimmering light
Cos in my day dreams and ones of the night
I touch your presence and feel your skin
And celebrate the love within
My head is not what it used to be.
Post by: Mirage on 22/08/2006 22:15:23
Carolyn, thank you. It is amazing how our pets really become part of us. And why not, they give us the most love we could ever want, and they always give it when we need it the most.
I always feel sad for everyone that has lost someone or their pet, you really do lose a part of yourself.
And cranial_implant, love it, reminds me of a time that I still carry the scar for. Brilliant piece.
Some days it's not even worth knawing at the straps
Post by: neilep on 22/08/2006 22:37:59
It's true about my cat Pepper though (well..not the propping up bed bit !!...though he IS in an urn on my bookcase surrounded by photos !!)...but he was my bestest friend. I grew up with him and 19 is a really good age for cat.
Cranial...Like Mirage...you are truly gifted...
THANK YOU ALL for your wonderful poetry.
It really adds a human element to this site. Not that this site is staid or anything like that of course [:)]
Men are the same as women, just inside out !
Post by: moonfire on 23/08/2006 05:31:53
quote:
Originally posted by neilep
Mirage...that is a beautiful poem.
I figured it was about a pet !...
You really have a gift....good on ya !
My pet cat called pepper died about ten years ago !..he was 19 !...he was my best friend...so I know exactly how you feel.
This was my poem as tribute to Pepper:
Oh Pepper Pepper you are dead
You're in an urn propping up the bed !
whajafink ?
[:)]
Men are the same as women, just inside out !
I am so glad the last line was that instead of popping up in your bed[:p]
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: moonfire on 23/08/2006 05:33:48
quote:
Originally posted by cranial_implant
Hello all.
Mirage, that is a beautiful poem.
neilep, well you made me laugh too .
Here is one I just wrote about a hidden secret love.
I hope you like .
I hate this silence
Strangling the patience out of me
All I need do is pick up the phone
Hoping that you’re there at home
So simple to say
So very hard to do
Obstacles of privacy ,a barrier of moss
It’s just that there are miseries, of gains and of loss
It feels like unrequited love
The wings are clipped of this iconic dove
Your too far to touch and my eyes can not see
The love that we share is forbidden in me
Pains.. the hurt, the urge…
Walls of mist defined by a sea
Too far this distance it strangles me
It’s autumnal, Our love is a fallen leaf
And yet there is a joy
To celebrate this love between a girl and a boy
Though be it the miles are many thus far
This love is which, can not be bar
So I smile a face of shimmering light
Cos in my day dreams and ones of the night
I touch your presence and feel your skin
And celebrate the love within
My head is not what it used to be.
Ian, I had no idea!!! You are the bestest!!! [;)]
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 23/08/2006 08:01:27
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 23/08/2006 08:06:28
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 23/08/2006 08:14:35
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 23/08/2006 08:15:58
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 23/08/2006 08:20:01
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 23/08/2006 08:28:07
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 23/08/2006 08:31:27
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 23/08/2006 10:29:45
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 23/08/2006 10:42:26
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 23/08/2006 14:40:19
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: neilep on 24/08/2006 16:28:44
How about some other members sharing their words ?
Men are the same as women, just inside out !
Post by: moonfire on 24/08/2006 22:57:33
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: upton on 24/08/2006 23:21:30
wonderful.
~~~I can't think of a signature~~~
Post by: moonfire on 25/08/2006 02:11:20
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: moonfire on 23/08/2006 08:06:28
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 23/08/2006 08:14:35
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 23/08/2006 08:15:58
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 23/08/2006 08:20:01
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 23/08/2006 08:28:07
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 23/08/2006 08:31:27
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 23/08/2006 10:29:45
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 23/08/2006 10:42:26
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 23/08/2006 14:40:19
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: neilep on 24/08/2006 16:28:44
How about some other members sharing their words ?
Men are the same as women, just inside out !
Post by: moonfire on 24/08/2006 22:57:33
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: upton on 24/08/2006 23:21:30
wonderful.
~~~I can't think of a signature~~~
Post by: moonfire on 25/08/2006 02:11:20
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Mirage on 25/08/2006 17:30:53
Your entrancing gaze beckons me closer to you
I cannot break free of a spell that I wish never to be broken.
All the while as the space between your eyes and myself gets smaller
Everything around you disappears.
All I can see are your beautiful eyes and your soul
Smiling and calling to me through them.
Soon our eyes are inches away from each other,
I find the courage to break free of them so I may see your beautiful face.
I cannot resist but to stroke your cheek and taste your lips
Soft and smooth I kiss your lips, another spell has been cast.
I am able to pull away to see you smile, as sweetly as an angel
And our eyes dance together as we share the joy of the embrace.
I now know that I will never forget that moment,
when the worldStopped and you were mine.
Some days it's not even worth knawing at the straps
Post by: moonfire on 26/08/2006 01:05:36
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 28/08/2006 02:53:25
Obstacles have placed themselves between us, and yet our love has found another way, to be together sweetheart each and every day!
The ocean tosses us about, like ships upon the sea and we are tumbled and crashed against each wave, my true love and me.
Our love still stands strong, with fervent song, we must continue to be brave, allowing not our hearts to live as bonded slaves!
Souls no longer lost and searching for the other, just holding on tightly and loving one another.
This love cannot be denied us, because it lives strong, and deep within the hearts inside of us!
Loves of the past have left their marks but none as deep as these, this love we have inside our hearts will indeed set us free!
Let us take it in with every breath and hold it in so long that when we breath it out again it, it becomes a lovers song!
Be still my heart; I have waited so long for your sweet touch, and now within my hearts reach, I tell you I love you so much!
I feel your arms around me and see your face right now, I love you darling with all I am, and am kissing you right now.
My fingers trace the curve of your face, and your mouth so sweet and warm; So tenderly I lay this kiss upon your lips, this morn!
Love, these seas shall cease their relentless torrents and soon we will be free; To live in love forever just as we were meant to be!
I Love You So My One True Love, and your heart is bound to ME, I'll keep it safe and gaurd it and KNOW it's the same as YOU do for me!
So, now close your eyes my sweet sweet Prince and I am by your side, no worries of these wreckless seas as this love cannot be denied!
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 28/08/2006 03:28:58
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Grecian on 28/08/2006 13:15:05
Wow..Karen that is so touching.
Love you lots
Helena xxx
Post by: Karen W. on 31/08/2006 03:40:00
Today things were boggled and so very unclear then your voice like a song brought me such cheer....for a moment my heart was totally in shock as I tried to respond I couldn't talk. I had so much I'd held back that I needed to say but all I could do was say I love you too!
At that moment I wanted to stop all time, because nothing else mattered but your voice and mine. Just the love that I felt surrounding me then and encompassing me warmly and taking me in.
My hands were trembling, my eyes could not see, but my heart felt you wholly as you sent your love to me. You spoke to me softly and held me so close, Knowing me well, tis what I needed most!
Joy of my life my sweet love and friend you are my world until the end. The racing sounds of our hearts filled the air, nothing else mattered just the love that was there.
Words that needed to be were but spoken in brief, as the most important words said, were left floating on the wind like a leaf. Filling up every hole in my heart that had been feeling so low, worrying about life and crying so.
Tears of joy from girl to boy and love so strong that can't be destroyed. Our hearts are strong and our love lives on, like a sonnet in time or a good love song!!
I love you so much that my arms ache for you, and my heart cries out to be with you too... Alas this distance must keep us apart but it will never tear away the strings that bind our hearts!
My wish for this most special day was to hold tight to your love so as never to Float away.......Whispers of I love you forever on the wind traveling across miles to you once again!
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 31/08/2006 04:34:45
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 31/08/2006 05:18:55
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 31/08/2006 05:45:18
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 31/08/2006 08:43:27
Karen
Post by: Mirage on 31/08/2006 16:23:06
Some days it's not even worth knawing at the straps
Post by: Karen W. on 31/08/2006 17:20:47
Karen
Post by: Mirage on 31/08/2006 18:12:18
Some days it's not even worth knawing at the straps
Post by: Karen W. on 31/08/2006 18:22:05
Karen
Post by: Mirage on 31/08/2006 18:25:16
Some days it's not even worth knawing at the straps
Post by: Karen W. on 31/08/2006 18:36:58
Karen
Post by: Mirage on 31/08/2006 18:40:32
It's alright, my own fault, I was drunk.......yet again [B)]
Some days it's not even worth knawing at the straps
Post by: Karen W. on 31/08/2006 18:48:48
Karen
Post by: Mirage on 31/08/2006 18:52:38
Some days it's not even worth knawing at the straps
Post by: Karen W. on 31/08/2006 19:08:14
Karen
Post by: Mirage on 31/08/2006 19:24:02
Some days it's not even worth knawing at the straps
Post by: Karen W. on 31/08/2006 19:26:44
Karen
Post by: Mirage on 31/08/2006 19:30:45
I came up with a new one a few nights ago, it's on my laptop at home. I haven't read it yet. But I do know it's not a lovely one, I was feeling low when I wrote it.
Some days it's not even worth knawing at the straps
Post by: Karen W. on 31/08/2006 19:44:15
Karen
Post by: Mirage on 31/08/2006 19:48:04
Some days it's not even worth knawing at the straps
Post by: Karen W. on 31/08/2006 19:54:11
Karen
Post by: Mirage on 31/08/2006 20:03:50
It's still early, and love is very powerful. You never know, he may well pull through at anytime. From weakness we find strength and through others we find not only strength but courage, kindness and the will to be all we can be.
I may not be that religious anymore, but I have witnessed some wonders that cannot really be explained. Faith is a powerful thing.
Some days it's not even worth knawing at the straps
Post by: Karen W. on 31/08/2006 20:09:38
Karen
Post by: another_someone on 31/08/2006 20:34:02
quote:
Originally posted by Mirage
Some people amaze me with how resilient they are, real troopers.
The problem is that sometimes the toughness is merely on the surface; sometimes one can be tough as long as there is something to keep you occupied, but as soon as it is all over, and you have nothing more to occupy you, that is when you fall apart.
It is very dangerous just to look at the surface as suggest that the person is able to cope.
George
Post by: Karen W. on 31/08/2006 20:38:57
Karen
Post by: Mirage on 31/08/2006 20:39:25
Some days it's not even worth knawing at the straps
Post by: Karen W. on 31/08/2006 20:57:39
Karen
Post by: Mirage on 31/08/2006 22:17:15
If they're not doing sunday school then they are usually leading the service. It's what they love, and I'm glad they have it, I don't think they would be as happy if they didn't have their faith.
But you definitely need some you time [:)]
Some days it's not even worth knawing at the straps
Post by: Karen W. on 31/08/2006 22:22:02
Karen
Post by: Mirage on 31/08/2006 22:26:57
Some days it's not even worth knawing at the straps
Post by: Karen W. on 31/08/2006 22:29:46
Hey how about a critique of my poems over the last few pages, care to give me a unbiased opinion?
Karen
Post by: Mirage on 31/08/2006 22:34:27
Some days it's not even worth knawing at the straps
Post by: Karen W. on 31/08/2006 22:37:19
Karen
Post by: Karen W. on 31/08/2006 22:39:11
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 31/08/2006 04:34:45
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: moonfire on 31/08/2006 05:45:18
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 31/08/2006 08:43:27
Karen
Post by: Mirage on 31/08/2006 18:40:32
It's alright, my own fault, I was drunk.......yet again [B)]
Some days it's not even worth knawing at the straps
Post by: Karen W. on 31/08/2006 18:48:48
Karen
Post by: Mirage on 31/08/2006 18:52:38
Some days it's not even worth knawing at the straps
Post by: Karen W. on 31/08/2006 19:08:14
Karen
Post by: Mirage on 31/08/2006 19:24:02
Some days it's not even worth knawing at the straps
Post by: Karen W. on 31/08/2006 19:26:44
Karen
Post by: Mirage on 31/08/2006 19:30:45
I came up with a new one a few nights ago, it's on my laptop at home. I haven't read it yet. But I do know it's not a lovely one, I was feeling low when I wrote it.
Some days it's not even worth knawing at the straps
Post by: Karen W. on 31/08/2006 19:44:15
Karen
Post by: Mirage on 31/08/2006 19:48:04
Some days it's not even worth knawing at the straps
Post by: Karen W. on 31/08/2006 19:54:11
Karen
Post by: Mirage on 31/08/2006 20:03:50
It's still early, and love is very powerful. You never know, he may well pull through at anytime. From weakness we find strength and through others we find not only strength but courage, kindness and the will to be all we can be.
I may not be that religious anymore, but I have witnessed some wonders that cannot really be explained. Faith is a powerful thing.
Some days it's not even worth knawing at the straps
Post by: Karen W. on 31/08/2006 20:09:38
Karen
Post by: another_someone on 31/08/2006 20:34:02
quote:
Originally posted by Mirage
Some people amaze me with how resilient they are, real troopers.
The problem is that sometimes the toughness is merely on the surface; sometimes one can be tough as long as there is something to keep you occupied, but as soon as it is all over, and you have nothing more to occupy you, that is when you fall apart.
It is very dangerous just to look at the surface as suggest that the person is able to cope.
George
Post by: Karen W. on 31/08/2006 20:38:57
Karen
Post by: Mirage on 31/08/2006 20:39:25
Some days it's not even worth knawing at the straps
Post by: Karen W. on 31/08/2006 20:57:39
Karen
Post by: Mirage on 31/08/2006 22:17:15
If they're not doing sunday school then they are usually leading the service. It's what they love, and I'm glad they have it, I don't think they would be as happy if they didn't have their faith.
But you definitely need some you time [:)]
Some days it's not even worth knawing at the straps
Post by: Karen W. on 31/08/2006 22:22:02
Karen
Post by: Mirage on 31/08/2006 22:26:57
Some days it's not even worth knawing at the straps
Post by: Karen W. on 31/08/2006 22:37:19
Karen
Post by: Karen W. on 31/08/2006 22:39:11
Karen
Post by: Karen W. on 01/09/2006 18:10:50
The Morning sun is tring to to peak into my window!
It feels like an old friend coming round to visit.
My mind contemplating the journey from within to the outside.
my heart is tring so hard not to run and hide.
I know that there is nothing to fear, but in my mind the words still ring clear.....
Many thoughts racing round inside, I must do it now, I must not hide.
Gathering confidence and breathing deep, I can slip through the door and take a peek!
......Oh yes the sun, a glorious friend I love this world want it back again... breathing breathing all is well....Oh take in that lovely smell...
Fresh air and sunshine .... oh how divine, glorious warmth, I am going to be fine..........
Karen
Post by: Karen W. on 01/09/2006 18:43:37
My love I carry you close to my heart , there I shall keep you never to part!
My Joy is with you where ever you go, you are with me the same you surely must know!
Every moment, every second, I think of you dear, you bring sunshine and chase away my fears...
Last night beside you I came to your dreams to bring you my kisses and many other things.
My heart is enraptured by yours don't you know, your the reason my face has a glow!
Your gentle hands, your smiling face, make my beautiful world a much better place!
One day my love closer we will be and then ahh..to stop time for all eternity...
Holding you close and feeling your face, is giving my heart more reasons to race!
My prayer for this day is that, "someday" be soon, as my heart cries out with each new moon...
Patient and loyal I will remain, in love with you always, that will never change!
Oh my love, Time passes so slowly and my heart aches for you, and I am so lonely!
Be well my love, and keep your thoughts clear, as I love you, is all that I want you to hear!
So go my kisses away to him, fly swiftly on the wind, tell him I'm here waiting, to have them returned again....
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 01/09/2006 18:49:45
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 01/09/2006 19:40:29
Karen
Post by: cranial_implant on 01/09/2006 21:02:31
hope you like this.
I just love all the words you write.
I hope you like this too.
No Title,as usual
It’s a melting pot, a travesty of justice
That such an emotion can exist in this twist
No warning, no sweet initiation
A thunder clap of sweet serenity
And I am taken aback,
It’s a gust of breath
Aghast in mind and loss of control
Embellish me then toil this man
Reaching out as far I can
Fingertips can feel the prints of her
It’s not just a yearning, it’s a burning !
What a devilish trick to play
That places his want so far away
This life is such a rotten core
This apple is bitter but craves for more
No I won’t deny this adoration
Obstacles are there for calculation
Overcome by flights of fancy
No incredulity, no imagination possessed
It’s real, it’s firm…a tangible mess.
This life is a tide at a low ebb on the shore
But like the tide , it returns for more
A yo yo of emotion, a love that can blister
But she knows that he’s here and does miss her
It’s a melting pot, a travesty of justice
That such an emotion can exist in this twist
No sweet surrender, no warning shot
Just now to live with what we’ve got
The ingredients are there in view
It’s a recipe of me and you
My head is not what it used to be.
Post by: Karen W. on 01/09/2006 21:17:29
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 02/09/2006 01:58:39
Karen, you are beautiful!
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 02/09/2006 02:29:15
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 02/09/2006 04:32:33
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 02/09/2006 04:44:04
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 02/09/2006 05:41:37
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 02/09/2006 06:31:21
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 02/09/2006 07:05:06
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 02/09/2006 07:06:05
Outstandinding in ethics and at work she's a whiz, watch out for her she's good for you Biz!
Really dependable, honest you see, has always been kind and a great friend to me!
Endless fun and humor abound, whenever you enter to Lo's private grounds.
Terrific wit and charm abounds in her, you must be quick to remain around her!
To many jobs she has to hold down, Poor loretta dear, you must slow down!
Attractive and vivacious, she sweeps into a room, every one turns and all the men swoon!
Yes that's my Loretta sweet as can be, bestest of girlfriends, can't you see!
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 02/09/2006 07:11:26
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 02/09/2006 07:13:26
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 02/09/2006 07:15:46
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 02/09/2006 07:21:13
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 02/09/2006 07:43:40
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 02/09/2006 08:50:46
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 02/09/2006 09:49:00
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 02/09/2006 10:13:24
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 02/09/2006 10:23:49
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 02/09/2006 11:13:13
Karen
Post by: Karen W. on 02/09/2006 11:15:15
Karen
Post by: Hadrian on 02/09/2006 15:03:53
Perhaps, when I am not looking in it,
I am it trapped in the mirror, thinking I am looking
At what?
Seeking my shade from the sun that is eternally lit
a son of all my mothers and fathers never forgot.
Then out of blue, just when stationary
it all moves.
Not so I would notice, not me among a perfect hundred.
You think I catch a glimpse with all that ensues,
blue faced devils, and consorts,
like liquorish all sorts.
No not I
but be as content
in my illusion as a magicians ruse I turn
as quick as I can, but to no avail
are my retorts.
Laugh,
yes me too,
both at and with myself
without I
It would serve them right
If I sat on one (of?)them one day
Then for certain they (can/will?)see what is,
and together we sigh
Not(out?) of suffering,
but(out?) of the bliss of lovers
and say and say I
love you I love you I
love you I
love you I,
love,
you.
hadrian
Post by: Karen W. on 02/09/2006 15:29:36
Karen
Post by: Karen W. on 02/09/2006 16:08:15
AAAHHHHHHHHHHH!I must scream as this silence is deafening,
I cannot breath I cannot think... I can but cry out for I am on the Brink....
This edge so close, my hearts afraid.... so much silence will My words be saved.
Tetering on whats real or what the heart feels,is so confusing I feel like I am losing...
To the amusement of one, my hearts tugged on then set up to fall back when the amused ones are done....
A game one plays with a heart so real, must be done carefully if one truely feels....
Hurt can come and damage be done if it tis a game thats only played by one!
A shell I have upon my back a vision set deep in my mind.
Seeking out my love like hide and seek, but he is so hard to find...
Tis a game, which door awaits me my prize, my heart picks many its no surprise.
So think ye, and be ye amused, but remember cause hurt and thee may lose.
Choose well thy path when playing this game as your heart might end up crying in pain!
Remember a game is played by two and a heart can be broken completely by you....
Karen
Post by: Karen W. on 02/09/2006 18:48:41
A chain of love, surrounds you and I; So strong our emotions, we both sometimes cry....
Reaching out from so.. so.. far away, Grasping and longing to be closer each and every day!!
Entranced by the power of the sheer love and desire our hearts are joined tightly and bonded by fire!
Incredible hurdles we leap for one another, holding tightly to this love as is like no other!
Hearts in harmony and joined in bliss for there never will be a love more pure then this!
A treasured moment which has been stolen from time, a kiss of betrothal that lingers sublime!
A mutual joining of two spirits in love with a host of sweet angels singing of their love...
Alas forever their souls have combined living in the world their two hearts have divined!
Karen
Post by: cranial_implant on 02/09/2006 23:04:17
hadrian, it is a very thought provoking words that you write. It seems very intimate and personal.
Can you elaborate the meaning ? Could it be put to music ? like a classical guitar do you think ?
My head is not what it used to be.
Post by: moonfire on 03/09/2006 01:09:08
quote:
Originally posted by Karen W.
HUMMM betty bad***Carolyn I cant remember her calling card! what order in the penguin lineup was she??
Karen
Oh geez, it was wilma penguin...now I am probably upsetting barney...[B)]
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 03/09/2006 03:02:46
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 03/09/2006 03:46:21
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 03/09/2006 04:43:23
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 03/09/2006 04:50:37
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 03/09/2006 05:11:52
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 03/09/2006 05:16:20
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 03/09/2006 05:40:37
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 03/09/2006 06:57:00
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Grecian on 03/09/2006 09:09:45
Well, I only had 3 hrs sleep last night,
and now understand a little of what it's like,
I'm already feeling dizzy, perhaps I'll have
time to take a nap before my flight tonight.
Love you lots
Helena xxx
Post by: moonfire on 03/09/2006 13:16:41
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 03/09/2006 19:52:03
Karen
Post by: Karen W. on 03/09/2006 20:50:24
Thinking about hugging you, and kissing your lips,
ahhh, you bring me such bliss!
My arms are aching to hold you so tight, you were in my thoughts all through the night!
Tears of joy fill my eyes when I see your face dear,
and my world is so perfect knowing you are there!
Knowing you think of me, as I think of you, makes my world
so much brighter just knowing I have you!
Laughing with you, and crying with you enriches my life so,
I never wish to be without you, I'll never let you go!
I am wishing on stars to make a way, to string them together, so you can find me that day....
There will be sunshine sent from above,
on that day, my one true love!
Over the mountains and oceans so blue, I'd cross this
world just to be with you!
I am scaling cliffs and climbing mountains too,
Just so that in the end I will be with you!
Such love, so strong that binds us for eternity,
Our hearts together the way it's supposed to be!
A true manifestation of our enduring love, are the words
both unspoken and spoken and created in that love!
A triste indeed, at the distance apart, but hope shines eternal deep in our hearts!
Happiness shines down upon our hearts too, leaving us blissful when we could be blue!
Oh my love I am your's, there is no doubt, I want to jump for joy and shout it out!!
I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I DO, you are in every thought, and in everything I do!
In every corner I see you there , in the hall and in the chair, in every empty space I fill, thoughts of you to keep love real!
I dream, I live, I am our love! I hold you tight you see? With every breath I breathe you in and you are a part of me!
Sending wishes and kisses like butterflies your way, lightly touching down upon you, and completing your day... I love you I love, now......be on your way!
Karen
Post by: Karen W. on 03/09/2006 23:29:37
I have a box full of Magic Sprinkles, beside me every day; I take them out and blow on them to send them your way!
I know they find you Darling and surround you with their glow and you shine like a diamond, but I'm sure you already know!
That smile affixed upon your face I put there with my little friends;
I intend to keep it there until I see you again..
Now don't think twice about supply and demand, as this little box of mine has no real end!
Each time I think I am running low, magic sprinkles start to grow; then suddenly without a sound from the box my sprinkles bound!
I smile a smile so big you see; and blow those sprinkles right back to thee!
I think you surely must magic be too: as I have this box I've saved from you;
Inside there every word we have shared, every kiss every hug every thought stored there!
Mad! Yes indeed we must surely be; As this love of ours blows softly across the seas.
Crazy in love unlike no other, our hearts have reached out to spite all others!
Desire so strong it can't be contained, it falls upon our heads like acid rain.
Burning and stinging and leaving it's prints, holding our hearts captive with no defense!
No denial will come, no hearts can turn aside, as this love is so strong that we cannot hide.
Hidden wishes and dreams and hearts on fire, satiating this loves deep desire; Unable to contain or mellow the fire!
Now my sprinkles lie here upon my lap, Just waiting for you to send some back; The heat I can feel our love is real!
I'm waiting forever; Deny our love?...never! I love you!
Karen
Post by: Karen W. on 04/09/2006 20:48:16
Karen
Post by: Hadrian on 05/09/2006 15:38:00
Orca Role
I hold a hand
soft gentle light emit
optic skin lightly draped on bone,
Voice faint just within
the dream still laughing,
at eaten moments devoured
with sharp hunger grasped,
with might eyes filled with tears
drip deep into mine join questions
without form drifting alone
dare not give them name sound or will,
for darkness shall then seep
out of night and creep ever closer
into all thoughts as orca role
just below the quite surface
such ease beguiles their power,
of passage,
simply sit,
in mine,
I hold her hand.
Post by: Karen W. on 05/09/2006 15:43:18
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 06/09/2006 05:13:09
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Carolyn on 06/09/2006 05:15:44
CRICKET
Cricket Cricket why can't I just kick it.
Cricket Cricket in my house
Why cant you be quiet as a mouse
Cricket Cricket I'm touched in the head
Oh my, I wish you'd drop dead
Cricket Cricket your chirping makes my skin crawl
Shut up already, I'm starting to bawl.
Carolyn
Post by: moonfire on 06/09/2006 05:22:29
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 06/09/2006 06:24:24
Karen
Post by: Karen W. on 07/09/2006 04:20:59
Engaging, suave, and debonaire, sweet kind and always there!
Open,honest, quite sweet,he swooped right in and gave me back my feet!
Rescued me from a dark place, and helped put the sun back on my face!
Giving of himself his friendship True, being protective of all I do!
Ever caring, Loyal as a friend can be, This is what he,has given to me!
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 07/09/2006 04:30:12
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 07/09/2006 05:25:48
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 07/09/2006 05:51:17
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Carolyn on 07/09/2006 13:42:48
Carolyn
Post by: Karen W. on 07/09/2006 16:30:57
Karen
Post by: neilep on 08/09/2006 04:17:32
Karen Mam....That's such a sweet tribute to George.......what a lovely lady you are and a fine fellow he is too !...I was going to say that I'm reaching for the tissues here but then I thought you lot will just debase the comment to the lowest denomination.......................and you'd be right !!.. [;)]
(note to self: You really must try and step up the game and increase the sophistication of your gutter humour !! )
Men are the same as women, just inside out !
Post by: Karen W. on 08/09/2006 07:07:06
Karen
Post by: Hadrian on 09/09/2006 18:21:06
joy peace and fulfilment
If there was something I could say
that would take away even a tread of your pain
I would unstitch it million times for million years.
Resist not,
joy peace and fulfilment
If I could hold you in my hart today
and protect you from frozen harsh rain
I would soak up a grey ocean of brittle tears
Resist not,
joy peace and fulfilment
If time I could somehow undo
that would cease in one moment the unendable
I would stay in that instant of instants for eternity
Resist not,
joy peace and fulfilment
Now no more future or past ifs will do
I stand with you enduring the unendurable
Basking in the white light sprite of perpetuity
Resist not,
joy peace and fulfilment
Post by: Karen W. on 09/09/2006 18:36:51
Karen
Post by: Karen W. on 09/09/2006 19:06:14
Hearts entangled by loves desire minds adrift within a fire! So many thoughts just floating round My heart is high but my feet can't touch down....
Am I dreaming of this love or is it real? Sometimes I'm not sure just what I should feel...I am floating so high and feeling so good, If you could be here, I know that you would!
I'm confused sometimes how strong I feel about our love, as I know it is real and sent from above! Thinking of you like a hobby you see, as I know that you too are thinking of me!
Possessed by it's appeal and drawn deep within, I have found my heart lies within you my sweet friend! You keep it safe and protected so..my prayers are this, "Please never let it go!"
I love you completely and songs sing it sweetly, our love for the world to see! Its a song that drifts on in the clouds we have drawn, so close to our hearts don't you see!
I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I DO.....This is my song and I give it to you!
Karen
Post by: another_someone on 10/09/2006 00:22:07
quote:
Originally posted by Karen W.
Genuninely sweet and Kind, says what's on his mind!
Engaging, suave, and debonaire, sweet kind and always there!
Open,honest, quite sweet,he swooped right in and gave me back my feet!
Rescued me from a dark place, and helped put the sun back on my face!
Giving of himself his friendship True, being protective of all I do!
Ever caring, Loyal as a friend can be, This is what he,has given to me!
Karen
Thank you, dear sweet Karen. Not sure about the suave and debonair, but I shall try and live up to the rest.
George
Post by: Karen W. on 10/09/2006 00:40:43
Karen
Post by: cranial_implant on 15/09/2006 17:27:31
Acting out of kindness and you give to me yourself
An endless tapestry of love that gives me wealth
Rich in the soil that the buds of adoration grow
I am a wealthy man of love from head down to my toe
Touching your skin as I grasp at my mind
To see the figure of you in the blackness of the blind
The seed of light is sewn and growth is in the shoots
A musical crescendo and a melody of flutes
Your love is the food to wit all my senses feed
Soaring skyward , endless journey, heart begins to bleed
For such is how we feel so strong
That this love can not be wrong
And if I were to sing a song
It would welcome Nightingales to sing with me
The nights do pine and hurt rules the moment
The miles do fuel the unrequited torment
But hopes are worth to hold and keep
That one day hopes will turn to touch so deep.
Let skin one day touch skin to skin
Let love one day be filled within
Let love be shown and displayed so right
Let close be truth, in day and night
My head is not what it used to be.
Post by: Karen W. on 15/09/2006 17:45:25
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 15/09/2006 18:06:47
Missed your magical ways with words and it doeth justify my soul to see!
Just jumping on a minute or two as I am blatantly bored...LOL I never used those two words together before..kinda like it!
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 15/09/2006 19:19:49
Karen
Post by: another_someone on 16/09/2006 12:38:33
quote:
Originally posted by Carolyn
Cricket Cricket why can't I just kick it.
Could it be because it it not football (soccer) - with cricket, you are supposed to thrown the ball, and hit it with a bat (a bit like baseball - but different).[}:)][:D]
George
Post by: Gaia on 16/09/2006 12:56:27
Gaia xxx
Post by: Karen W. on 16/09/2006 13:20:12
Karen
Post by: another_someone on 16/09/2006 13:26:04
quote:
Originally posted by Karen W.
Thank-you Gaia, George is a great fellow very kind friend!
Karen
Oh dear, I'm going to go all shy, and blush, any minute now [8)][:I][:I][:X]
George
Post by: Gaia on 16/09/2006 13:27:26
quote:
Originally posted by another_someonequote:
Originally posted by Karen W.
Thank-you Gaia, George is a great fellow very kind friend!
Karen
Oh dear, I'm going to go all shy, and blush, any minute now [8)][:I][:I][:X]George
I could tell... but I won't [;)][:)]
Gaia xxx
Post by: Karen W. on 16/09/2006 13:35:49
If you haven't yet go back and read all the others, George is great on his own in here! he's due to give us a nice piece of work to read.... eh George? Your others were great!!
Karen
Post by: neilep on 17/09/2006 00:24:42
I wish you were as fast as a two bit HO ! [:D]
Now that's quality poemage and you all know it !!
On a serious note...I've been reading this thread from the beginning and .I really love everybody poetry here.There are some real gems here !!.............Hadrians is excellent, deep and meaningful !...Karen's is filled with so much passion I feel she is gonna burst...Lo's is profound and very clever ,a pleasure to read....and Cranials...(Ian yes? ).......he don't post much here but I wish he would....I love the way he words his verses....or what ever they're called.
You guys should publish a book or something......
Men are the same as women, just inside out !
Post by: Karen W. on 17/09/2006 01:41:23
Thanks for the very lovely compliments and I wish you would post yours in here also, as we have all seen your skill.. you and Hadrian are great!!Ian loretta also.. There are so many others who have added to this thread and it is really wise to read them all. There is a ton of talent buried within these 6 pages! I am proud of every entry.. I stopped writing for over twenty years, and then found the forum and began to enjoy the freedom of expression, something we don't always have.. Sometimes for whatever reason part of ourselves become styfled and we allow those parts to hide away inside... The shame lies in the beauty that can come from the heart but is held locked in, away from those whom may enjoy or even benifit from the expressions of the words and the soul as one allows their real feelings to emerge on to the page in the form of prose and poetry ...such beauty and healing can come with such a freedom.....we should never forget that!
Neil thanks for pulling this old thread out I for one love it very much!!I am sure others do to.. I am about to add another poem. I am trying to finish it tonight!
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 17/09/2006 04:45:44
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 17/09/2006 06:08:03
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 17/09/2006 09:09:22
quote:
Originally posted by Karen W.
Look who should publish a book! you should finish and follow through with yours if you can!!
Thanks for the very lovely compliments and I wish you would post yours in here also, as we have all seen your skill.. you and Hadrian are great!!Ian loretta also.. There are so many others who have added to this thread and it is really wise to read them all. There is a ton of talent buried within these 6 pages! I am proud of every entry.. I stopped writing for over twenty years, and then found the forum and began to enjoy the freedom of expression, something we don't always have.. Sometimes for whatever reason part of ourselves become styfled and we allow those parts to hide away inside... The shame lies in the beauty that can come from the heart but is held locked in, away from those whom may enjoy or even benifit from the expressions of the words and the soul as one allows their real feelings to emerge on to the page in the form of prose and poetry ...such beauty and healing can come with such a freedom.....we should never forget that!
Neil thanks for pulling this old thread out I for one love it very much!!I am sure others do to.. I am about to add another poem. I am trying to finish it tonight!
Karen
Let's not forget about all that romantic mush that you have virtually painted on a canvas here..I can feel it, see it, breathe it, and live it..aagghh[:0]
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: moonfire on 17/09/2006 09:09:59
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 17/09/2006 16:52:35
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 17/09/2006 23:07:42
imagining the crescent moon of his lips upon mine,
in-forms nightly wakefulness.
as light dances across his blue eyes,
he remains a vision solely for me.
he names me partner;
without him i would be nameless.
his gleaming, radiant smile enchanting,
he sparks something of joy within.
the way he moves re-turns earthly grace,
creating that deep ensouled peace.
night deep hair falls across his eyes to shade them from knowing,
embracing him but scant fulfillment of my desires.
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: neilep on 17/09/2006 23:30:12
Men are the same as women, just inside out !
Post by: moonfire on 17/09/2006 23:38:44
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 17/09/2006 23:48:51
Karen
Post by: Karen W. on 17/09/2006 23:52:29
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 18/09/2006 03:48:46
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 18/09/2006 04:03:26
Karen
Post by: another_someone on 16/09/2006 12:38:33
quote:
Originally posted by Carolyn
Cricket Cricket why can't I just kick it.
Could it be because it it not football (soccer) - with cricket, you are supposed to thrown the ball, and hit it with a bat (a bit like baseball - but different).[}:)][:D]
George
Post by: Gaia on 16/09/2006 12:56:27
Gaia xxx
Post by: Karen W. on 16/09/2006 13:20:12
Karen
Post by: another_someone on 16/09/2006 13:26:04
quote:
Originally posted by Karen W.
Thank-you Gaia, George is a great fellow very kind friend!
Karen
Oh dear, I'm going to go all shy, and blush, any minute now [8)][:I][:I][:X]
George
Post by: Gaia on 16/09/2006 13:27:26
quote:
Originally posted by another_someonequote:
Originally posted by Karen W.
Thank-you Gaia, George is a great fellow very kind friend!
Karen
Oh dear, I'm going to go all shy, and blush, any minute now [8)][:I][:I][:X]George
I could tell... but I won't [;)][:)]
Gaia xxx
Post by: Karen W. on 16/09/2006 13:35:49
If you haven't yet go back and read all the others, George is great on his own in here! he's due to give us a nice piece of work to read.... eh George? Your others were great!!
Karen
Post by: neilep on 17/09/2006 00:24:42
I wish you were as fast as a two bit HO ! [:D]
Now that's quality poemage and you all know it !!
On a serious note...I've been reading this thread from the beginning and .I really love everybody poetry here.There are some real gems here !!.............Hadrians is excellent, deep and meaningful !...Karen's is filled with so much passion I feel she is gonna burst...Lo's is profound and very clever ,a pleasure to read....and Cranials...(Ian yes? ).......he don't post much here but I wish he would....I love the way he words his verses....or what ever they're called.
You guys should publish a book or something......
Men are the same as women, just inside out !
Post by: moonfire on 17/09/2006 04:45:44
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 17/09/2006 06:08:03
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 17/09/2006 09:09:22
quote:
Originally posted by Karen W.
Look who should publish a book! you should finish and follow through with yours if you can!!
Thanks for the very lovely compliments and I wish you would post yours in here also, as we have all seen your skill.. you and Hadrian are great!!Ian loretta also.. There are so many others who have added to this thread and it is really wise to read them all. There is a ton of talent buried within these 6 pages! I am proud of every entry.. I stopped writing for over twenty years, and then found the forum and began to enjoy the freedom of expression, something we don't always have.. Sometimes for whatever reason part of ourselves become styfled and we allow those parts to hide away inside... The shame lies in the beauty that can come from the heart but is held locked in, away from those whom may enjoy or even benifit from the expressions of the words and the soul as one allows their real feelings to emerge on to the page in the form of prose and poetry ...such beauty and healing can come with such a freedom.....we should never forget that!
Neil thanks for pulling this old thread out I for one love it very much!!I am sure others do to.. I am about to add another poem. I am trying to finish it tonight!
Karen
Let's not forget about all that romantic mush that you have virtually painted on a canvas here..I can feel it, see it, breathe it, and live it..aagghh[:0]
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: moonfire on 17/09/2006 09:09:59
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 17/09/2006 16:52:35
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 17/09/2006 23:07:42
imagining the crescent moon of his lips upon mine,
in-forms nightly wakefulness.
as light dances across his blue eyes,
he remains a vision solely for me.
he names me partner;
without him i would be nameless.
his gleaming, radiant smile enchanting,
he sparks something of joy within.
the way he moves re-turns earthly grace,
creating that deep ensouled peace.
night deep hair falls across his eyes to shade them from knowing,
embracing him but scant fulfillment of my desires.
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: neilep on 17/09/2006 23:30:12
Men are the same as women, just inside out !
Post by: moonfire on 17/09/2006 23:38:44
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 17/09/2006 23:48:51
Karen
Post by: Karen W. on 17/09/2006 23:52:29
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 18/09/2006 03:48:46
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 18/09/2006 04:03:26
Karen
Post by: Hadrian on 18/09/2006 22:28:44
Mermaid Wrestler
I still hear the tick
of the clock high above
the only bare walls of white
light happy children
run and play
among the rubble of
spent dreams
scattered to four corner
winds blow
this way and that
tossing crisp dry
leaves that yes won't
look sadly back
across divides that slow
separate me
and join all in out or as
tilt the table
turns pretty heads or
tails of in time
spent in power of ages
as if one ever
you wait in line so
drawn so straight
or gay abandon you
press the a flesh
in sweaty hands
christian and her son
draped in her arms
viewing a vatican
floor unexpecting
mermaid wrestler
collect their thoughts
on food stamps
the foot that has to rock
and role
another cigarette
another drink
another day another life
I still hear the tick
Post by: moonfire on 19/09/2006 00:53:00
quote:
Originally posted by Karen W.
Loretta you are so funny, Write, Write, Write!!!
Karen
I will...but too busy right now to write....geez...[:(]
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 19/09/2006 03:25:50
Karen
Post by: otis01 on 19/09/2006 16:06:17
The only Truth I know is I am not this Body, I am not this Mind.
When the thought arises " I am this body, I am this mind." confusion, pain, suffering, pleasure, all flourish. This body and this mind are what you inhabit. This is Your Body and Your Mind. These events of this world do not occur to you; they occur to the bodies and minds we possess; which are parts of the material world. A soul is the witness that inhabits this body and uses this mind to interpret this "real" material world. This body and this mind say "I suffer. I hurt. I hate. I fear. I am not free. I need. I am this. I am that." This body and this mind are right. It does hurt. It does fear. It does hate. But, You do not because you are not it. You will not hurt when you realize this. Nor can you inflict the same
when you realize this. When you see that you cannot be hurt, you cannot be killed, you will not fear Death. When you see that hate Always leads to more hate, you will never hate again. When you meet fear and hate with open arms and a smile, they are destined to die. They require more of themselves to thrive. Meet fear with fear and it will thrive.
The mind and body must be in harmony with the soul to be of any use for true progress. Studying books, intellectual discussions, etc... are all necessary tools that can refine the mind into a more useful tool. But without the first cultivation of the Real Knowledge, that of which is who You are, these studies of lower knowledge can hardly be useful in the hands of minds and bodies controlling themselves. For True progress to envelop this world, the knowledge of the body and mind must be utilized as a tool by that which You are. That which We are.
We will end all the sufferings and pains of this world when we realize collectively that we are One. When there are no bodies and minds left to their own device, peace and harmony will flourish. As individuals some may know prosperous times, entire civilizations may indeed know prosperous times, but the times will endlessly continue in the cycle of birth, growth, decay, and death. As One we will all know prosperous eternity.
When we realize we are not this body and this mind, we can free ourselves from this cycle of birth, growth, decay, and death. If even one person in this world says "I am this mind. I am this body. I hate. I hurt. I fear Death, I will Die": if even one person believes this, and believes he is an individual, then wars, pain, suffering, birth, growth, decay, and death will prevail.
Believe No man who says you must fear this or you must fear that. He cannot lead you to the freedom you want and he claims to offer. You cannot buy freedom. You cannot sell it, steal it, borrow it, earn it, or win it. You Are It. When even the notion arises that "I cannot do this, I cannot do that, I am not free", it is the mind and the body operating itself. You can do anything. The mind and body have buried the soul, the eternal source of ALL, with guilt, fear, hate, suffering, pleasure and pain. The Soul and Freedom can only be realized when all of the notions arising from "I am this body, I am this mind" cease. When you answer your own question of "Who am I?", All will be revealed.
Be dilligent. It is not easy to answer this question. You have years and decades of thought, pain and pleasure all working in unison to hide you from your Self. You have only to ask the question "Who am I?". Do not let the mind answer itself. It does not know. Do not look for a book to answer this question. It cannot know. Anyone who says "Follow me, I'll show you the way" has not yet himself found the answer. Simply ask the question "Who am I?" and then do only one thing: Keep quiet. Do not let the mind search the past for answers. Nor let the mind search the future. Do not let the mind speak to itself.The answer is not of words. So do not think the answer will come to you as such. But, you will know it when it comes. It may happen instantly, or it may take the rest of this life, or it may take eternity. But it does not matter because Time does not exist. Any time is the same time. And as such Now is the only time. What ever you want to do, do it Now. For Now you are Free.
Post by: Karen W. on 19/09/2006 17:03:05
Karen
Post by: otis01 on 19/09/2006 18:21:56
"not let their mind speak to itself, as that is surely impossible in and of itself!"
Not only is it possible, it is inevitable. The mind and body are bound by time, thus subject to the cycle of birth, growth, decay, and death. At the end of this life, when your body and mind are absorbed into time, history, the past, your mind will do just that-cease to speak to itself. Then who is left?
You are very right- I am just starting to experience Life.
Post by: Karen W. on 20/09/2006 02:46:54
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 20/09/2006 04:15:13
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Hadrian on 18/09/2006 22:28:44
Mermaid Wrestler
I still hear the tick
of the clock high above
the only bare walls of white
light happy children
run and play
among the rubble of
spent dreams
scattered to four corner
winds blow
this way and that
tossing crisp dry
leaves that yes won't
look sadly back
across divides that slow
separate me
and join all in out or as
tilt the table
turns pretty heads or
tails of in time
spent in power of ages
as if one ever
you wait in line so
drawn so straight
or gay abandon you
press the a flesh
in sweaty hands
christian and her son
draped in her arms
viewing a vatican
floor unexpecting
mermaid wrestler
collect their thoughts
on food stamps
the foot that has to rock
and role
another cigarette
another drink
another day another life
I still hear the tick
Post by: moonfire on 19/09/2006 00:53:00
quote:
Originally posted by Karen W.
Loretta you are so funny, Write, Write, Write!!!
Karen
I will...but too busy right now to write....geez...[:(]
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 19/09/2006 03:25:50
Karen
Post by: Karen W. on 19/09/2006 17:03:05
Karen
Post by: otis01 on 19/09/2006 18:21:56
"not let their mind speak to itself, as that is surely impossible in and of itself!"
Not only is it possible, it is inevitable. The mind and body are bound by time, thus subject to the cycle of birth, growth, decay, and death. At the end of this life, when your body and mind are absorbed into time, history, the past, your mind will do just that-cease to speak to itself. Then who is left?
You are very right- I am just starting to experience Life.
Post by: moonfire on 20/09/2006 04:15:13
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: nannham on 29/09/2006 16:08:59
quote:
Originally posted by otis01
The mind and body are bound by time, thus subject to the cycle of birth, growth, decay, and death. At the end of this life, when your body and mind are absorbed into time, history, the past, your mind will do just that-cease to speak to itself. Then who is left?
I like what you have to say here, Otis. You're only 13?
Nann
Post by: Karen W. on 12/10/2006 08:16:17
I have a dream of you, etched deep inside of me... I feel the closeness of your soul within mine..All of my body cries out for you...my heart burns out of control!
Every moment of every day I am so lost inside of you, that nothing else diminishes my dream.... I am haunted by your love captivated by it, so entranced that you are all I see!
All the troubles of the world pounding at my door but for you my love my heart sings for more!! I love you my love and need you so much my heart beats stronger for thee...
Wishing you closer then ever my love, to touch you right now would bring glee! Oh love forever and always my love, I love you my friend I do..don't you see!
My heart is aghast at the distance we feel, and the hurt that lies there so very real... but not like the love that burns deep within and wipes it away with a grin.......
I love you... I love you... I love you I do, is all that my heart seems to say... remember me darling the one who waits here with a dream of you for someday!!!! Oh..... how I dream of someday.........
I love you so much, Kisses and touch, and smiles for you will I find. As I love you so deep,that my pain I must keep, hidden and far from our hearts... Missing you Darling, and loving so much.... Forever my love my heart sings for our touch.....
Oh.... How I love You!
Karen w.
Post by: Karen W. on 12/10/2006 08:53:11
Making me dizzy with love , here you are!
Yearning so strongly for you from afar!
Hearing your sweet words fill me,through and through; Words of Joy,like I love you!
Ever pining away for you each day,Your love fills me up and takes me away!
Always remembering me kindly in all that I do, and knowing all the while how much I love you!
Dreaming a dream which must someday come true, my only dream is to be with you!
Lingering memories we make each day, keeping us closer together this way!
Enduring the trials and bumps and contusions, my love for you is not filled with illusions!
Sometimes it's hard to read the right meanings, but in the end we both know that we are not leaving...!
Singing our praises one for another, I am so lucky that you are my Lover!
Choosing to be in love from this distance is proof of love and it's very existence!
Honey I love you! You know that's so true, and yes my darling, I know you love me too!
Intertwined hearts oozing love all around, never getting so lost that we can not be found!
Clinging on our love to keep us both sane, and drawing on it to relieve life's pain...
Keeping it fresh and giving it life, our wonderful love carries us through thickest of strife!
Engaging in thoughts known only to us, our love is like good bread, with the perfect crust!
Never ending never dying, never losing this love, knowing always and forever it's Truly,True Love!
Karen W.
Post by: moonfire on 12/10/2006 14:40:03
"Just Me, Lo" Loretta
Post by: Grecian on 12/10/2006 19:05:13
Yes, beautiful Karen.
Love you lots
Helena xx
Post by: Karen W. on 13/10/2006 03:41:37
George, You have any more you would like to share , as the last few nights have left me with not much reading around here... I like yours too!
What about You Ian, Daniel, Neil hows about some satire!
Lets not forget Hadrian, Sharp and riddled with good words..
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 13/10/2006 04:43:06
"Just Me, Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 13/10/2006 06:07:58
Karen
Post by: Mirage on 17/10/2006 16:25:19
A while back I was walking along listening to a reborn modern classical piece on my discman when I reached the top of a hill I had to walk down. As I was doing so the sun fought through the dark, miserable rain cloud. As it did sun beams hit the watery patches on the ground and lit them up in a somewhat beautiful and awing manner. I was suddenly in a daydream, and at that moment I had taken a couple of hops and glided into the air, I flew down the hill and amongst the buildings. The feeling I had was overwhelming, a sense of freedom and joy, I wondered for a moment in my day dream, how Icarus felt when he and his father took to the sky, the moment when the foolishness entered his heart to fly higher, the foolishness in my heart when I awoke from my day dream. For a brief moment I was free, nothing to hold me back, nothing to stand in my way, to feel the wind on my face as I soared high up to the heavens. I realise now, it was my heart and soul, they are free and they continue to soar, and with that knowledge I can do anything.
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Flying Monkey Slayer AKA The Big Cheese says:
Of all the things I have lost, I miss my mind the most
Post by: Karen W. on 17/10/2006 16:51:56
Karen
Post by: Mirage on 17/10/2006 16:57:52
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Flying Monkey Slayer AKA The Big Cheese says:
Of all the things I have lost, I miss my mind the most
Post by: Hadrian on 17/10/2006 19:25:04
I saw him today
walking in the rain
rapped assortment
plastic bags of fame
white hair wet and wild
in disarray his eyes red
rimed in plain pain
we exchanged or not
our glance there set
I in self protection hid
He all out there for all
Ignored so we hop a dance
separately together again
unbounded matter he and I
sound of lips part and pop
a word deafens all
all chance all breath
but little one she
who pulls and tugs
my sleeve I wish gone
no don’t speak
in a voice
to loud to pure
to true
Why is that man so old and dirty?
Why is he wearing all that plastic?
Why does he look so sad and alone?
I shake off her fiery grip
brake suddenly free
man so you would to
why?
no two strides ran
why?
are ever the same
why?
Because
they are a gift
Post by: Karen W. on 18/10/2006 06:57:12
Hearts are made of fragile glass!
They shatter and fall to pieces so fast!
Dreams of love and warmth so fine,
all shattered and broken with the passage of time..
Have I been a fool... and lost my mind, and
gave away my heart, and my soul, I can't find...? Love so strong,
and not wrong, and my heart keeps singing the same love song,
over and over again, I love you, I love you, I love you My Friend...
So many feelings are scattered about.. I'm so lost and alone I want to shout.. but only tears keep rolling out...
My lifes is like a joke, a mess indeed, and I can't even think and it's so very hard to breathe..
To say goodbye... I love you so! It's killing me, I know you know!
I need you safe and healthy too, I love you I love you , So please, please, don't be blue....Our dreams will keep me warm at night and I'll not be so scared in the morning light!!
My Heart is with you and you with me.. and there I shall keep it through all of eternity......Please don't fret and worry so.. Just know I say goodbye, but still I'm loving you so, and that is why I am letting you go..!
Karen
Post by: Karen W. on 18/10/2006 14:36:03
quote:
Originally posted by Mirage
Thank you sweetie. I was going to post it that day I had the dream but I forgot. I happened to be listening to the same piece of music today as I was walking down a hill, different hill this time, still wished I could fly though, especially at that point [;)]
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Flying Monkey Slayer AKA The Big Cheese says:
Of all the things I have lost, I miss my mind the most
Daniel,
I had that experience also once years ago, I was running down this grassy Slope as a youngster and later again as a teenager.. It was so real the flying part I did feel free it was awesome feeling... I felt just like you!!
Karen
Post by: Mirage on 18/10/2006 17:12:21
quote:
Originally posted by Karen W.quote:
Originally posted by Mirage
Thank you sweetie. I was going to post it that day I had the dream but I forgot. I happened to be listening to the same piece of music today as I was walking down a hill, different hill this time, still wished I could fly though, especially at that point [;)]
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Flying Monkey Slayer AKA The Big Cheese says:
Of all the things I have lost, I miss my mind the most
Daniel,
I had that experience also once years ago, I was running down this grassy Slope as a youngster and later again as a teenager.. It was so real the flying part I did feel free it was awesome feeling... I felt just like you!!
Karen
I hope to experience it again someday, or I could just learn to fly [;)]
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Flying Monkey Slayer AKA The Big Cheese says:
Of all the things I have lost, I miss my mind the most
Post by: Hadrian on 18/10/2006 17:16:20
My cat is sleek and shiny
Her purr is deep and warm
Always happy never whiney
She stays in from the storm
My cat she looks so calm
Her face is sweet and pure
When she goes shes gone
On my bed she is demure
My cat sits upon my knee
Paws curled in and at rest
Being as good she can be
She is to me the very best
My cat will hunt and kill
Her claws sharp as pins
Creatures cry to her thrill
To a slow death she grins
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Post by: cranial_implant on 19/10/2006 03:52:31
Then it’s yours to have and ours to share
But fear not the consumption of the fruit
Cos from it’s seed a new tree will shoot
Time will pass, seasons will change
And our tree will continue to surrender to height
And then, a day, we’ll eat the fruit
From the tree that from a seed did shoot.
With these words you must form beliefs
That there’s a tree behind the rustling leaves
It’s a metaphor of a life in time
The tree is yours , the fruit is mine
Ian
My head is not what it used to be.
Post by: moonfire on 19/10/2006 05:10:45
Ian, as usual...great job! Love the metaphor
"Just Me, Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 19/10/2006 07:28:25
Ian Your poem is really beautiful, I have read it over and over again and my heads fog has cleared and it is beautiful and very touching.. I truely and sincerely hope that Your heart is as true and beautiful as your poem.. You are truely a gifted and inspirational person...I am honored that you grace our threads with your beautiful verse... Thank you so much...... Your words here are so important and give hope to us all for true Love in our lives...
Karen
Post by: cranial_implant on 19/10/2006 16:19:13
yes, sorry mine is a little convoluted I suppose. They are written impromptu as I believe that the first draft is where the real emotion is, it is what has been produced as a direct result of raw emotion. Well, that's how it works for me anyway. It does not work for others but for me it's like a quick fix.
karen, I can only imagine the passion you have inside you.
Hadrian, like Loretta says, they are wonderful pieces. You are a talent with out a doubt.
My head is not what it used to be.
Post by: Karen W. on 19/10/2006 16:51:30
Karen
Post by: cranial_implant on 19/10/2006 17:05:16
It was because you earlier said that your head was clearing that I thought you found my words confusing. In reality, my poems are just Pensées (thoughts) and so will naturally display some human error in rationale, but i like the irrational way, it's honest !
To be truthful, these poems are not really for public display, they are just thoughts on paper but when I saw the amazing work done by you people here I just stepped in and added my contributions.
My head is not what it used to be.
Post by: Karen W. on 19/10/2006 17:17:16
I am sorry, you were right about my head as I have been under some emotional stress, This too shall pass..though and I will be fine... Thanks for your words I agree with the irrational way, they are more honest! Enjoy your day and be happy!
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 20/10/2006 03:33:31
"Just Me, Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 20/10/2006 04:15:35
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 20/10/2006 07:50:38
"Just Me, Lo" Loretta
Post by: Gaia on 20/10/2006 10:17:22
quote:
Originally posted by moonfire
Group Hug? LOL I feel like back in the good ole days when I used to do "informal counseling" at my job.
"Just Me, Lo" Loretta
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Gaia xxx
Post by: Karen W. on 20/10/2006 13:41:48
Karen
Post by: Gaia on 20/10/2006 14:42:00
quote:
Originally posted by Karen W.
Those were nice, thanks Loretta and Gaia.. I layed down early too, didn't do me any good.. I have a Migrain and don't feel well...I hate them! better go..have a great day you guys..I will try to post today!
Karen
Have you taken anything for it?
Gaia xxx
Post by: Karen W. on 20/10/2006 15:02:21
Karen
Post by: Gaia on 20/10/2006 15:09:23
Gaia xxx
Post by: Karen W. on 20/10/2006 17:05:41
Gaia have a good day! I have to get to work.. Go poke fun at Dan and George for me....I will when I feel better eh!! Thank you for your concern..
Karen
Post by: Gaia on 20/10/2006 19:53:24
or even (https://www.thenakedscientists.com/forum/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2Fbestsmileys.com%2Fpoking%2F4.gif&hash=a5f766d15db17121cb1c86a5538f130d)
Gaia xxx
Post by: moonfire on 21/10/2006 04:18:04
"Just Me, Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 21/10/2006 04:32:40
Karen
Post by: Gaia on 21/10/2006 09:27:10
Gaia xxx
Post by: Karen W. on 21/10/2006 14:32:52
So lost and alone, I sit here just waiting by my phone, if it's here beside me , I won't be alone.
Pain is all I feel, trying hard to keep my mind, but so many thoughts and memories I find!
Trying so hard to not be sad...thinking of this love and all that we had..am I hurt am I angry or am I sad?
I can't see past the pain..I feel so empty and drained. I come home and go to bed...can't seem to clear my head...
Writing these words I hoped would help, but the words contents so empty when they're for myself...
OH God help me..... I'm trying to be strong, everything I do seems to be so wrong!
I have failed at everything in my life so far.. I can't make sense of
what I have done...I need to hide my head or run..
What have I done? Why am I here? Wheres my heart and why so much fear?
Why such a cost? Why am I here?
My whole life has been a maze of disarray, should be no different now that's what I say!
Why so hard now to face the pain, it used to be easier when it rained...
Such a fog hanging over my head... tears and hurt and sorrow being bled.
I have no tomorrow my thoughts are all blank..My dreams are shattered and my future looks dank!
Memories remain of love and desire, my hearts still ablaze and my soul is on fire!
Karen
Post by: Gaia on 21/10/2006 15:25:16
Gaia xxx
Post by: Karen W. on 22/10/2006 10:46:58
Karen
Post by: Karen W. on 22/10/2006 11:20:36
Karen
Post by: Gaia on 22/10/2006 12:49:48
quote:
Originally posted by Karen W.
Gaia I cooked a dinner for 8 people ened up for 14, Its a good thing I cooked alot, as we had more then expected.. It took me about 3 hours to prepare enough to serve those I did, but the Chicken Kieve was outstanding and everyone loved it.. I am not good at shoestring cooking as I like to cook meals that are more enticing and different.. I like gourmet cooking a lot... and a large variety of different kinds of food and different options for cooking them!
Karen
Sounds wonderful! Must admit, I usually end up cooking extra when cooking for people too. In your case it's just as well, 6 extra turning up! I'm glad it went so well.
Gaia xxx
Post by: Gaia on 22/10/2006 12:52:00
Gaia xxx
Post by: Karen W. on 23/10/2006 07:11:52
Karen
Post by: moonfire on 23/10/2006 08:07:46
"Just Me, Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 23/10/2006 08:41:24
Karen
Post by: Karen W. on 02/11/2006 08:52:51
I remember my Wedding day! I was nervous and worried that he'd not show, change his mind, and want to let me go!
I cried as he had not arrived and this time passing made me such a nervous Bride!
He showed, much like an alley cat all battered and bruised and looking so sad!
I saw a glint there in his eyes that day as he stood to take the vows we made.
Some how I thought, that shimmering spot was love sparkling from his eyes, but not!
I remember every detail now, of each little time I saw the same look, crease his brow.
I remember The day each of my children were born, the smell, the joy, the love, I was torn!
I laughed and I cried, then I settled inside, for what would be best for them!
My decision was made and life was played, years of scenes rolled by with friends.
I found joy and happiness within those times, just raising my children; feelings I did hide.
Ten years past oh so fast, such love I had inside, even the love from long ago, when I was that nervous Bride.
Now at Twenty years, yet again, I saw that glint in his eyes, A question of love at this point, came as no surprise!
Coldly he told me how it had been, ten years prior he had a friend. The tears welled up, I already knew, but had closed my eyes cause I didn't know what to do!
I had been alone since day one, raising my children and trying to have fun! Now so scared, what have I done?
I prayed and prayed each and everyday that God would continue to help me stay!
I asked for patience and a forgiving heart, and somehow It came, but missing some parts.
I forgave and began anew but still could not forget, what was I to do?
My heart became saddened and I cried all the time my health became bad, I was loosing my mind.
I began to think what I had done? Lost myself when I began to run!
The joys of motherhood, the love of your child, I know now were only enough for a little while!
I had forgotten the person I left behind, who Liked poetry, music and love of all kinds.
The person who found joy in all that was living and always had a heart that was kind and forgiving!
I searched again down deep inside and struggled and struggled to not run and hide!
Then one day, when searching for me, I bumped into you, and do you know what I seen?
It’s me shining back from your beautiful eyes, not a glint of doubt or bitter surprise!
A Reflection of me, in the love from your eyes! Oh My God, I thank you, for my heart and soul had survived!
You Love me, you need me and treat me so kind, you have nurtured my soul my spirit my mind!
YOU hold me close with words so warm, enrapturing me and keeping me from harm.
I have given you my love and am betrothed to you forever in our hearts we both know our love will never end, "never!"
I love you my Darling, so I'll keep praying, that the strength of our love will ease tears and the pain.
So this is what, I do now see, you and I have created our world and set our hearts free!
Post by: neilep on 02/11/2006 13:55:50
That's a lovely poem Karen Mam,
So, hubby kept YOU waiting eh ?....surely it's the the way round !!
Sorry for the sorrow in the middle....and now it seems ou have joy yet again!!
Let there be miles of smiles for you
Great words Mam....
Ok. let me give this poetry lark a go..
We had a curry and then I had you
Whilst eating yout poppadom I did a big .............................................NO Stop !!!..I obvioulsy can't write to save my life !!..LOL
Post by: Karen W. on 02/11/2006 14:03:30
Post by: neilep on 02/11/2006 14:33:04
What the heck is a poppodom???? You need to read what you wrote, I think your still are sleeping.....LOL LOL!
LOL http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poppadom
Post by: Karen W. on 02/11/2006 14:44:20
Post by: neilep on 02/11/2006 15:17:46
Well I guess I have to concede to your better Judgement as it is a piece of asian flatbread!! But I must say I can't make heads or tails out of your poem!!
LOL...that's OK !!..it's probably just as well as it's infantile and silly and you have to have a filthy mind !!
Post by: Carolyn on 02/11/2006 15:50:29
Carolyn
Post by: Karen W. on 02/11/2006 16:00:12
Post by: Mirage on 02/11/2006 16:49:00
Post by: neilep on 02/11/2006 18:39:45
Did someone say a filthy mind [;D]
Dan is the King of filth !!...that's why me luffs him !!
Post by: Mirage on 02/11/2006 18:54:46
Could I have that as my status ranking [;)]
Post by: Carolyn on 02/11/2006 18:55:54
Carolyn
Post by: Karen W. on 02/11/2006 19:20:17
Post by: Mirage on 02/11/2006 19:30:36
Post by: Karen W. on 03/11/2006 04:00:26
Post by: moonfire on 03/11/2006 04:48:30
Uh oh, I'm I being naughty again, don't tell Loretta though [;)]
Uh, I see...LOL yep, we should strap you up and handcuff you...oh bother, I think that will be taken wrong...I will hold my breath...
Post by: Karen W. on 03/11/2006 05:17:06
Post by: Mirage on 03/11/2006 16:28:21
Post by: Mirage on 03/11/2006 16:30:35
I don't know loretta I think that might be too much like fun for our young Daniel!! We wuffs you Daniel...
Careful Karen, I'm getting a little wuffy which means it's HUMPING TIME!!!! muahahahahaha
Post by: Karen W. on 03/11/2006 16:58:56
Post by: Mirage on 03/11/2006 17:41:17
Owoooooooo
Who's that I see walkin' in these woods
Why, it's Little Red Riding Hood
Hey there Little Red Riding Hood
You sure are looking good
You're everything a big bad wolf could want
Listen to me
Little Red Riding Hood
I don't think little big girls should
Go walking in these spooky old woods alone
Owoooooooo
What big eyes you have
The kind of eyes that drive wolves mad
So just to see that you don't get chased
I think I ought to walk with you for a ways
What full lips you have
They're sure to lure someone bad
So until you get to grandma's place
I think you ought to walk with me and be safe
I'm gonna keep my sheep suit on
Until I'm sure that you've been shown
That I can be trusted walking with you alone
Owoooooooo
Little Red Riding Hood
I'd like to hold you if I could
But you might think I'm a big bad wolf so I won't
Owoooooooo!
What a big heart I have-the better to love you with
Little Red Riding Hood
Even bad wolves can be good
I'll try to be satisfied just to walk close by your side
Maybe you'll see things my way before we get to grandma's place
Hey there Little Red Riding Hood
You sure are looking good
You're everything that a big bad wolf could want
Owoooooooo
I mean baaaaaa
Baaa
By SAM THE SHAM AND THE PHARAOHS
Post by: Karen W. on 04/11/2006 03:02:27
Post by: Karen W. on 05/11/2006 01:02:16
Time is passing so quickly, My heart is sad at its demise, Our souls have joined together,allowing time to to never die.
My heart will be a fortress standing strong throughout the years.
Protecting all of our memories and staving off our fears!
I carefully remember and keep the words we speak, so someday day soon my Darling,
I will lay them at your feet!
How precious are our memories how sweet the words resound,
faithfully I'll make sure they will always be around!
I love you Yes, indeed I do, and time shan't change a thing, only serves
to make me stronger though the seasons they may change!
Remember Darling to Never doubt the strength that lies within,
for our love is like a fortress keeping us safe and warm my friend!
Time is passing oh so fast, but this love will go on living
even though the years may pass!
Loving you forever yes indeed is fine; Remembering it, is saving our
love from the hands of time!!
I will always Love you!
Post by: neilep on 05/11/2006 20:18:05
You just seem to exhude it !!
Ok..let me have another try...
I saw you by the pond feeding bread to a duck !
I could not help myself when I said , do you want to........OKay !!
.....I'll stop it there !!
LOL...I bet you all knew as soon as you saw the word ' duck' where I was going with that !!
Karen, Dan, Hadrian, Lo......you got yourselves a wonderful little poetry thread going on here..
Thanks for this.
Post by: Karen W. on 05/11/2006 20:23:54
Post by: neilep on 05/11/2006 20:29:12
WOW!!!!
Do you mean WOW at the wonderful quality of my poetry *giggles* or WOW at how incredibly bad it is *giggles* ?
Post by: Karen W. on 05/11/2006 20:37:43
Post by: Karen W. on 05/11/2006 22:08:29
It is raining here,there is a cleansing taking place..My heart is soaked, with tears.. Every corner I look I see your face!
The clouds have been so heavy, the rains have finally come and now the water has risen and I'm struggling to hold on..
The water is is washing all about my feet, and no matter what I do it seems that I'm just beat!
I'm paddling up stream and I can't swim, feel as though I am thrashing around and I just can't win..
I know I'm drowning, and it's my eternal fate, for love has come, but is it too late..?
This storm is upon me I am enduring.... fighting to swim, but sliding back again..loosing momentum I get up again.
Enjoying the rain..enduring the pain, and grasping for a rope.. I am trying so very hard to keep my heart afloat!
A rope, a hand, a hope to hold on, A dream of tomorrow, and days that are gone!
Something sweet, and soft and pure something that will help me endure.
Your Love I know is here, I just have to wait for this storm to clear! I just have to wait for this storm to clear......
Post by: Karen W. on 06/11/2006 00:05:27
her tiny fingers held in mine, her breath so warm and sweet!
Sweetest smile and angelic face, strong and healthy and full of grace..
Remembering sitting in the sun nursing her and watching as her little face twitch as she fell asleep, and a dream brought on a smile... across her Angelic face.
My heart so full at this creation of mine.. this joy that has filled my heart for 25 years...
In one night someone can take that angel face and and strike that which I have spent my entire life protecting and loving ...
Someone can abuse and hurt another soul so sweet in spirit that that is so un comprehendable to me... My baby.. My swet girl... My heart is breaking...
I am scared beyond scared that this can still happen..such violence and senseless hurt.. I am in shock and can't think straight...whats happened.. Oh God help me... I want to lash out at him.. but I want to understand...
How can this happen ..not again... not again...not again... not my baby girl.. God give me strenghth to not hate and to please give me understanding....
I have always kept my family safe and away from the violence and now , it's walked into my life again.. Oh God....Please mercy mercy mercy Please....
Post by: moonfire on 06/11/2006 04:44:52
Post by: Karen W. on 06/11/2006 05:12:48
Post by: moonfire on 06/11/2006 06:11:26
Post by: Karen W. on 06/11/2006 06:23:06
Well this is for all of you who suffered with me through that last writing entry I posted about my daughter.. I am so sorry, I usually keep that kind of writing to myself... I apologise so much! I was upset and trying to vent without upsetting my family and all I did was upset this family, I was not thinking clearly.. Please forgive me... I will post normally from now on as I need this forum to be happy and it is a great place to talk but that was more private and I should have kept it to me.. I do thank you for not scolding me.. I will do better! Thanks Guys!
Post by: moonfire on 06/11/2006 07:11:27
Post by: Karen W. on 06/11/2006 07:19:41
Post by: moonfire on 06/11/2006 17:20:05
Post by: Mirage on 06/11/2006 19:07:45
I am sorry loretta.. I know you were looking forward to that! I wish he could go! Maybe something will change!
Well this is for all of you who suffered with me through that last writing entry I posted about my daughter.. I am so sorry, I usually keep that kind of writing to myself... I apologise so much! I was upset and trying to vent without upsetting my family and all I did was upset this family, I was not thinking clearly.. Please forgive me... I will post normally from now on as I need this forum to be happy and it is a great place to talk but that was more private and I should have kept it to me.. I do thank you for not scolding me.. I will do better! Thanks Guys!
Karen, you are a wonderful woman and very dear to me, everyone here I consider a very dear friend. So when you hurt I hurt, I want to be an ear to listen to you and a shoulder to comfort you. In the words of John Mayall from one of his song 'When things go wrong, go wrong with you, it hurts me to' [:)] [:X]
WOW !!...I'm always astonished by the passion in your poems Karen !
You just seem to exhude it !!
Ok..let me have another try...
I saw you by the pond feeding bread to a duck !
I could not help myself when I said , do you want to........OKay !!
.....I'll stop it there !!
LOL...I bet you all knew as soon as you saw the word ' duck' where I was going with that !!
Karen, Dan, Hadrian, Lo......you got yourselves a wonderful little poetry thread going on here..
Thanks for this.
Neil, luckily I wasn't drinking hot coffee at that point. But I may well want to bring in extra underwear next time [;)] [:X]
Post by: neilep on 06/11/2006 20:13:36
Neil, luckily I wasn't drinking hot coffee at that point. But I may well want to bring in extra underwear next time [;)] [:X]
HUGS THE DAN MAN !!!
xxxx
Post by: Mirage on 06/11/2006 20:22:59
Neil, luckily I wasn't drinking hot coffee at that point. But I may well want to bring in extra underwear next time [;)] [:X]
HUGS THE DAN MAN !!!
xxxx
I need another undies change now [:I]
Post by: moonfire on 07/11/2006 00:07:19
I am sorry loretta.. I know you were looking forward to that! I wish he could go! Maybe something will change!
Well this is for all of you who suffered with me through that last writing entry I posted about my daughter.. I am so sorry, I usually keep that kind of writing to myself... I apologise so much! I was upset and trying to vent without upsetting my family and all I did was upset this family, I was not thinking clearly.. Please forgive me... I will post normally from now on as I need this forum to be happy and it is a great place to talk but that was more private and I should have kept it to me.. I do thank you for not scolding me.. I will do better! Thanks Guys!
Karen, you are a wonderful woman and very dear to me, everyone here I consider a very dear friend. So when you hurt I hurt, I want to be an ear to listen to you and a shoulder to comfort you. In the words of John Mayall from one of his song 'When things go wrong, go wrong with you, it hurts me to' [:)] [:X]WOW !!...I'm always astonished by the passion in your poems Karen !
You just seem to exhude it !!
Ok..let me have another try...
I saw you by the pond feeding bread to a duck !
I could not help myself when I said , do you want to........OKay !!
.....I'll stop it there !!
LOL...I bet you all knew as soon as you saw the word ' duck' where I was going with that !!
Karen, Dan, Hadrian, Lo......you got yourselves a wonderful little poetry thread going on here..
Thanks for this.
Neil, luckily I wasn't drinking hot coffee at that point. But I may well want to bring in extra underwear next time [;)] [:X]
You convey my thoughts clearly and all here as well...
Post by: another_someone on 07/11/2006 01:10:21
Well this is for all of you who suffered with me through that last writing entry I posted about my daughter.. I am so sorry, I usually keep that kind of writing to myself... I apologise so much! I was upset and trying to vent without upsetting my family and all I did was upset this family, I was not thinking clearly.. Please forgive me... I will post normally from now on as I need this forum to be happy and it is a great place to talk but that was more private and I should have kept it to me.. I do thank you for not scolding me.. I will do better! Thanks Guys!
As Lo said, we're all in this for each other. You cannot protect people from your pain, unless you are also to deny them your pleasure.
Post by: Karen W. on 07/11/2006 05:11:30
Post by: Carolyn on 07/11/2006 14:10:30
I don't usually post in this thread, but my son had a small writing assignment as part of his homework this evening. He had to write a poem about something that happened or happens at school or home and use three of his vocabulary words. With Nic's permission here it is:
End of the day
Kids teem with optimism
Armada of youth
I know I'm his mom and just a little biased, but is this kid talented or what????
Carolyn
Post by: Karen W. on 07/11/2006 17:31:47
Post by: moonfire on 07/11/2006 21:05:47
bit his ear and hope he hears
Listen to the growl and only want to make him howl
wags his tail
he is about to go to dog jail...just an example then read it to him...see if the benji dog will know you are his boss! ;-)
Post by: cranial_implant on 07/11/2006 22:15:31
Your son has a talent. Well Done Nic.
Hi Everyone. The new forum looks great.
What a surprise for me to see it like this.
Here is something new I just wrote.
It's a bit, adult !
No Title
Tempestuous friction, blatant indication
Vacant in the look, signing hazy whispers away
Look at me, as I’m inside you
Ferocious in this light of now
Sing this song with me
Rhytmn in elevation
Shout at the clouds
It’s a bloody revelation
Beneath your nails, you have my skin
Don’t despair, when I’m within.
Turbulent hunger, blatant indication
Lost out of mind, away the hurt.
Take my eyes and see reflection
Inside of you, there’s no rejection
Got you now, where I want you
Take this, take that, take all that I know
There’s no peace this time in this course-inter
Summer solstice in our human winter.
Just a fervent heat that melts the ice
Again once more, because it's nice !
Ian
Post by: Hadrian on 07/11/2006 23:09:06
Know this is to know or know
what you are feeling and seeing
It’s where the blue sky waits
She said because I do I know
This moment had always waited
It now comes to willingness yes
kissed by eyes and crows
As it rises up from beneath elated
A waiting faultless fault slides
the sole wilderness of manyness
now breath out held back sighs
For to grasp forever and slip
its power is growing like hers
She recites her lines of her roles
across the mountain bled hollow
her path just light steps away
to love ones that in play follow
through the final act is ending
Her gaze her cast is will find
To set them free she knows
The way she always
Post by: Karen W. on 08/11/2006 05:14:09
Post by: Karen W. on 10/11/2006 03:20:59
Post by: Karen W. on 13/11/2006 04:43:32
The wind is blowing rain against my window pane....I can see shadows from the Redwoods dance across
the dark yard as the moon lightly illuminates their mystical boughs in the darkness.
I feel the cold chill of the late autumn eve rush through my clothes chilling me through and through! My mind is busy sorting through so many different thoughts of you.
My hands cannot touch yours and draw heat from your flesh to mine, so I am left to reach out and seek these words, I have to see what I can find!
Perhaps a note which warms my heart and sets my mind at ease . Perhaps a picture of your
face that for sure can please!
I wonder as I sit here looking all through these pages for you... Do you ever do the same when your heart is feeling so Blue?
I've cried a million tears for you, tears of joy and sorrow, and now I choose to remember the love, and build on it for all my tomorrows!
Oh I love you so, I know you know so silly to say it again, But sometimes late in the darkest hours I find those words to be my best friend!
I hear you tell me, your voice rings clear! "I love you my Darling I will always be here, never ever to say goodbye so smile and be of good cheer!"
The wind It echoes your voice to me of your love so strong and clear.. then it takes you my butterfly kisses, and blows away my fears..
The wind is blowing rain against my window pane....I can see shadows from the Redwoods dance across the dark yard as the moon lightly illuminates their mystical boughs in the darkness!
Post by: Hadrian on 14/11/2006 02:38:31
There is little solos
in the long shadows
of the noonday sun
Now at last
that the bright light
in a winters day
has begun
have only the flame
in your open hart
distilled of love serene
and that only is
beyond my words
such is its failure
to mean
Syllables so crude
combine to point
the way that all feeling
gives no matter how
elegant they vibrate
they are nothing
that lives
Our very slight grip
with the lightest touch
can hold this star
terrifying of course
wonderful complete
all vastness indeed
compassionate power
I can not endure
to look with open eyes
in hope to capture
an exquisiteness
just a slight covering
of a endless moment
of rapture divine
And beyond that I know
is still more yet
its image is unseen
no mirror can ever
reflect that which is
but the perfect dream
so it is mine to be
who I am and with
each thought I strive
to lift up but a chance
to give what reflection
is in my simple gift
So be it all to all
and be it now
Let it blaze and set you
light till you are only
one will the one flow
then look out
into the endless bliss
within the deep beneath
blow that all can know
Because you have always?
Known it just as it is as is?
Can't you recognise?
What is different?
Now is always?
as it is
so be it as it is
Post by: Karen W. on 14/11/2006 06:59:01
Post by: Hadrian on 14/11/2006 11:12:37
I speak to the unconscious mind directly. That is were I look to make the connection. It all in the neurology. As for the (our / ego) thinker it’s not meant to be understood or rationalised that way I avoid making any comment about my work and what I may have used to start the process of revelling it because it takes in the wrong level, a level in which it can't be understood. Any time I have ever done this I always been sorry.
I know that others work to engage thought in the conscious sense, share imagery or experiences and that is wonderful too and for me it is not what I do. Not at the descriptive level anyhow. Yes at the surface I may connect to an internal reparation but only to create a gateway to a higher state or trance. I work to allow something new in the person who experiences the work. It’s not powerful because of me it’s powerful because immense power of the inner most level of what is the true nature of the mind. But then you know this don’t’ you?
If I had any advice to those who want to get the most from what I do then simply let go and what will make the experience of it even better is to be amused by the egos need to understand and be clever for doing so. Just as I have to do the same thing in order to let it out. I am like a viewer of a proton who dose not take credit for it existence or even seeing it in the sincere wish of not changing it from its “isness so what you got was exactly what you needed and it was alreddy in you and that is why when moveing through the words you knew them before you became conscious of them. just as sometimes you have to wait for learning to surface, thats right ♥♥♥
Post by: Karen W. on 14/11/2006 14:47:25
Post by: neilep on 14/11/2006 17:22:08
HADRIAN..it's awesome...does it take preparation ?..do you say to yourself..'ok..I'm gonna write myself a poem how shall i write it ?..or do you just sit down and write spontaneously ?
KAREN ..awesome too....same question !
Post by: Karen W. on 14/11/2006 17:38:37
Mine has no preparation as you can clearly see.. it just bubbled out in its's most crude form as it always does..Thanks for the kind words SIR Neil!
Post by: Karen W. on 18/11/2006 09:13:57
I closed my eyes tonight and I dreamed of you...I looked deep within your eyes so blue!
I held your hand and kissed your lips and in those moments I know what I have missed.
Last night I dreamed a dream your arms around me tight..I felt your heart beat with mine and knew this love was right!
I spoke your name so softy and you whispered back to me, oh I love you darling you mean the world to me.
I let my heart believe it so my mind could hold on tight, and now I have you darling in the morning with the light!
So strong my love for you holds on to each memory we make you see, so when the darkness falls around I know your here with me!
So sweetly sing my love, share tears between a girl and boy, for in this world of sadness love, we share a world of joy!
So close your eyes and dream of me and I will do the same, and when we wake upon morn we'll both call out each others name!
With each passing day our hearts will be yet stronger then before, for in this love we magnify, We love each other more!
One morning we will wake, and beside each other we will be, because we kept our dream alive and let our hearts be free!
We allowed our hearts to dream like this, which others might see as sorrow, but we will enjoy the wonderful bliss of all of our tomorrows!
Post by: Karen W. on 27/11/2006 11:14:43
Tonight I gathered your pictures round, and placed them by
my feet upon the ground.
I glanced quickly across the lot, stopping once to find the
one I had forgot!
I sat down right in the middle, and arranged them all just so, then I
took a breath and breathed it in, and then I let it go!
Again I took a new breath in, and this time held it tight. Then I slowly
let the air come out it felt as if it were the calm of night!
I picked the first one up, and held it to my heart. I closed my eyes and
breathed again and new we'd never part!
Then I picked the second one yet again, and pressed it close to me.
The smile I saw upon your face brought my heart such glee!
The third one yes, was sad some how, your eyes so tired and strained.
I placed it next to my heart again to help relieve your pain.
The fourth one yet I took in hand and saw a worried brow, I placed
it next to my flesh once more, and I new you cared some how!
Now I placed those four photos back down upon the floor, and tried to
take a fresh breath in but I saw the other four.
Once again I picked them up all four, and felt so safe and sure, I placed
them close to my heart and knew our love was pure.
So each time my heart is feeling blue, I find your pictures, pick
them up, and then I dream of you!
I close my eyes, tears subside, I smile in thoughts of you! My tears
become so joyful as the dream in my heart is not blue!
I keep our dream ever alive, holding it close for you. You've taught me to
love and give of myself, and how to guard our love and keep it true!
I love you too my darling, and I won't forget at your request, to remember
you love me back again, least ever I forget!
I love you so!
Post by: neilep on 27/11/2006 22:53:09
Karen Mam.....that's so sweet !!
Ok...me have another go :
Roses are Green, Violets they glisten
I must remember to visit...my optician !!
Roses are brown, Violets are in my mind
Methinks me must be colour blind !!
Quality !!
Post by: Karen W. on 28/11/2006 03:48:24
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww !!
Karen Mam.....that's so sweet !!
Ok...me have another go :
Roses are Green, Violets they glisten
I must remember to visit...my optician !!
Roses are brown, Violets are in my mind
Methinks me must be colour blind !!
Quality !!
Post by: Hadrian on 28/11/2006 11:44:29
Have you seen the judgment?
Is it in the paper?
Will you be in torment?
Exposing your dirty caper
Have you seen the doctor?
Is he into healing?
You'd want to be a rocker
If can't get off the ceiling
Have you seen the prophet?
Has she told the fable?
Empty out your pocket
Put the cash on the table
Have you seen the witness?
Is he coming round?
Better not be pretending
That you can't be found
Have you seen the witness?
You’re going to do the time
Have you seen the witness?
The witness to your crime
Have you seen the barman?
Is he wearing thin?
You never be a star-man
If you keep on drinking gin
Have you seen the keeper?
Has he shut the gate?
Don’t disturb the sleeper
As he seals your fate
Have you seen the giver?
Has she left her mark?
Washed up on the river
The dogs don’t even bark
Have you seen the witness?
Is he coming round?
Better not be pretending
That you can't be found
Have you seen the witness?
You’re going to do the time
Have you seen the witness?
The witness to your crime
Have you seen the actor?
Man can you believe?
Trust is not a factor
He paid well to deceive
Have you seen the lighting?
Streak across the sky
It’s no longer freighting
Do you ever wonder why?
Have you seen the teacher?
Are the lesions all taught?
Did I hear you mention?
That the future just been bought
Have you seen the witness?
Is he coming round?
Better not be pretending
That you can't be found
Have you seen the witness?
You’re going to do the time
Have you seen the witness?
The witness to your crime
Have you seen the reaper?
Smile upon his face?
No point in being a weeper
You stuck in this place
Have you seen the digger?
With his shiny spade?
So what do you figure?
Your debt will be unpaid?
Have you seen the angel?
Playing cards all night
He working out the angle
I hope its worth being right
Have you seen the witness?
Is he coming round?
Better not be pretending
That you can't be found
Have you seen the witness?
You’re going to do the time
Have you seen the witness?
The witness to your crime
Have you seen the devil?
He giving out the soup
Its time to hit the metal
Its time to fly the cope
Have you seen the maker?
Or do you dear to look
There be no mistake sir
Your name is in his book
Have you seen the woman?
Is she giving birth?
Laid out in the gutter
She buried in the dirt
Have you seen the witness?
Is he coming round?
Better not be pretending
That you can't be found
Have you seen the witness?
You’re going to do the time
Have you seen the witness?
The witness to your crime
Have you seen the leader?
Has he got his bribe?
Just another bleeder
Going along for the ride
Have you seen the leopard?
Blood on his paw
you will think you’re separate
Until the ice can thaw
Have you seen the runner?
Bet he never gets away
Hadrian got your number
So you have to go another way
Have you seen the witness?
Is he coming round?
Better not be pretending
That you can't be found
Have you seen the witness?
You’re going to do the time
Have you seen the witness?
The witness to your crime
Have you seen the fighter?
Did I see a gun?
Baby hold me tighter
I’m a dead man on the run
Have you seen the holder?
Are the aces in his hand?
What that on my shoulder?
Can't you see I’m counting sand?
Have you seen the savours?
There coming for our soles
They come in deferent flavours
Just give up digging holes
Have you seen the witness?
Is he coming round?
Better not be pretending
That you can't be found
Have you seen the witness?
You’re going to do the time
Have you seen the witness?
The witness to your crime
Post by: Karen W. on 28/11/2006 13:07:06
Post by: neilep on 02/12/2006 06:31:10
well cool poetry Hadrian....that was a tour de force !!
man ...you're in the zone !!
Luff yours too Karen Mam !
Ok..here goes my effort..
I lay her down, this female scarecrow in the winter
My fetish brought me a scarecrow splinter !!
Well...me is getting better yes ?
*le sigh*
Post by: Carolyn on 02/12/2006 06:34:20
Post by: Karen W. on 02/12/2006 06:38:29
Post by: neilep on 02/12/2006 06:42:33
Whose members right here they were smitten
They posted all day
And they posted all night
Then they read what others had written !!
Ta daaaaaa !!
night night !!!!
Post by: Karen W. on 02/12/2006 06:45:01
Post by: cranial_implant on 11/12/2006 21:49:47
Always impressed by the poems here.
here's one I just made.
How do you measure such a thing that is felt ?
It fills you so tight that it tightens your belt
Despair and a loss may occupy your state
But you know it’s a time that you just have to wait
There’s a bucket and my life feels like it’s in it
Days becomes weeks and you measure each minute
Suffering a sorrow , you’ve been shot by an arrow
Is there joy from someone that I may borrow ?
This plea that I have is answered each time
The bend of my life, becomes a straight line
And where there was low, there soon becomes high
Your friendship the Sun, that brightens my sky
And what started as sad , is now inside joy
This lonely midshipman now sings ‘ ship ahoy’
I thought I was sailing this sea all alone
You took me from lost and showed me my home
Post by: Mirage on 11/12/2006 21:59:35
Great poem by the way.
Neil, loving yours as well, you make me smile and laugh so [:X]
Karen and Hadian, love them, loves them all [:)]
Post by: Karen W. on 12/12/2006 05:53:01
This is a beautiful poem. It moves me so.....So many thoughts and deep feelings involved. Intense, clear thoughts! Words very strong and meaningful! I love this poem!I am glad you posted again as I have missed reading your words. You are articulate and your words hold such meaning.I can see there comes love from inside you to write words of such amazing depth and meaning with a skill of a precision Surgeon! Thank you for the priveledge of veiwing what you choose to share here in the forum. I am humbled by the beauty and the thought involved in your writing! Thank-you!
Post by: Karen W. on 18/12/2006 06:45:50
Sparkling lights twinkling with the rain, a beautiful season and yet such pain...
Joy abounds in hearts around, my joy is here if I look around!
Songs playing softly inside of the stores, bells ringing boldly out side of the doors! Give of yourself and give from the start, and love will never be far from your heart!
Oh sing so sweet a song for me, as my heart is submerged in a song for thee!
Come words of love to give to you, from my heart to yours so you'll never be blue.
Seasons come and seasons may go, but my love will be here and continue to grow! Hear me my love and know from the start, in this season you are close to my heart!
I love you my love, my heart almost bursts, with beating so strong it almost hurts! Sing sweetly my love your voice I can hear, as I carry you with me to bring me good cheer!
So looking around me I have found my joy, in the sharing of love from a girl to a boy! So Joy! Joy! Joy I see! For I will always love You, and You will always love Me!
Post by: Mirage on 18/12/2006 16:54:28
Post by: Karen W. on 18/12/2006 17:29:52
Post by: Mirage on 18/12/2006 18:28:02
Post by: Karen W. on 18/12/2006 18:29:53
Post by: neilep on 18/12/2006 20:11:16
OK..me have another go at this writing thing..
Me saw ewe in the park wearing your frock
I unzipped my flies and showed you my............no !!...stop there !!..LOL
is that quality or wot ? [;D]
Post by: Carolyn on 18/12/2006 20:15:49
Carolyn
Post by: Karen W. on 18/12/2006 20:19:44
Post by: Karen W. on 18/12/2006 20:21:47
Post by: Karen W. on 18/12/2006 20:22:54
Post by: neilep on 18/12/2006 21:03:58
what do you call them ' fly '...!!
I have always called them ' flies ' even if it's just one zipper !!
ooooh...me needs to reacquaint myself with zipper apparel nomenclature !!
Post by: Karen W. on 18/12/2006 21:06:09
Post by: neilep on 18/12/2006 22:00:10
Yes Sir you do. We say Sir your fly is open! You seem to have more then one, might be kind of "HANDY" EH? (sorry I couldn't help meself)
LOL !!..if I had more than one then I would WANT to show them off !!
TRUE FACT: There are cases of men with ' double joy appendages'....working and operating....seriously...no kidding !!
Post by: Karen W. on 18/12/2006 22:13:25
I bet you would too!!! LOL LOL Don't be making idol threats now you hear!
Well I must find me a pair... Double the pleasure...LOL.. Jeesh I think the smoke has gone to me head! You guys are a bad influence bad......
Post by: Karen W. on 18/12/2006 22:21:01
Post by: neilep on 18/12/2006 22:42:02
What about women are there any with corresponding slots for accomadation of such blessed equiptment??? LOL LOL ( cough cough cough, hack up a lung, cough)!
There are genuine cases of hermaphrodites but I do not know of girlie's with two ' front bottoms ' !
Post by: Karen W. on 18/12/2006 22:47:55
Post by: neilep on 18/12/2006 22:49:24
Post by: Karen W. on 18/12/2006 22:50:30
Post by: neilep on 19/12/2006 02:40:38
AHHH glad you liked I am in a mode I guess feeling silly! Sorry!
Sorry for for what karen Mam ?
Me usually has to apologise when I am NOT in a silly mood !! [;)]
Post by: Karen W. on 19/12/2006 03:02:35
Post by: neilep on 19/12/2006 03:17:29
No worries I am always sorry about something..
aww...you shouldn't be y'know...especially if you have done nothing wrong.
hmmm..might have to think about splitting this thread to retain the integrity of the poetry.
Post by: Karen W. on 19/12/2006 03:33:35
Post by: Karen W. on 21/12/2006 06:20:09
Pain laden, Tormented hearts, years passing and new feelings start!
Anger, disappointment, and despair, are some of the feeling..that we needed to share!
Long hours of silence and unspoken truths, empty words without actions, "I love you."
Tenderness missing, touches so cold, kindness and compassion, "to have and to hold!"
Hearts together, we've found true love here..standing strong together we should show no fear!
Relentless winds blow this love of ours on. Gathering joy and sorrow as we roll along!
Laughter and tears and fear are all there, building this love like a tumbleweed here.
Feelings so wonderful to finally be alive.. every emotion inside of us coming to life!
OH joy Joy with every tear..many things are muttled, but our Love shines so clear!
So blow wind blow as hard as you will, as our hearts know our love and always will!
Karen
Post by: Mirage on 21/12/2006 22:13:01
Post by: Karen W. on 21/12/2006 22:37:32
Post by: Mirage on 21/12/2006 22:45:55
Post by: Karen W. on 21/12/2006 23:02:43
Post by: Karen W. on 23/12/2006 19:02:52
My Friend
I have a friend! He treats me nice as can be, listens to me whine,and cry in my tea!!
Sometimes when my world falls in, He picks me up and helps me stand again! He's me friend!
Funny how he came to be..just a young man you see! What does he know? He's too young to see!! "OH Dear, he knows more then me!!"
Funny and sweet and full of love...heaven must have sent him from above!!
Me don't know why, he puts up with me, but I am as grateful as I can be!
He doesn't even ask too many questions of me.. he is just there, when someone else can't be!
My heart is amazed by his loyalness too. His friendship is golden and seems to good to be true!
I hold him close in my heart each day..as I run through this forum along my way!
And though he is many miles away..I pray in my heart he will always Stay!!
Someday I hope to be there too and thank him proper for all he does do!!
My Friend he is golden and kind as can be and I hope I can be as good a friend to him as he is to me!!
Post by: moonfire on 25/12/2006 06:35:27
Post by: Karen W. on 25/12/2006 07:41:49
Post by: moonfire on 26/12/2006 14:51:52
Post by: Karen W. on 26/12/2006 16:45:55
Post by: moonfire on 27/12/2006 08:15:10
Post by: Mirage on 27/12/2006 19:43:31
Post by: neilep on 27/12/2006 19:49:23
*errhhnmm..clears throat*
Dan, Dan you're the man
If ewe were a girl I'd have a plan
But you're a bloke you're our number one
I wish I could touch your peachy..............OK !!..I really can't get this friggin poetry stuff right can I ?
Post by: neilep on 27/12/2006 19:50:29
it is finally quiet in here...all of this love stuff is ridiculous...is it a noun or a verb?
It is both.....it's a Voun or a Nerb !!
Post by: Mirage on 27/12/2006 19:52:13
You can touch my peachies anytime [;)]
Post by: neilep on 27/12/2006 19:55:11
Awwww Neil, you always make me smile, I luffs it [:X]
You can touch my peachies anytime [;)]
Awwwww !!..me is blushing !!....the feelings are mutual..
*le sigh*
Post by: Mirage on 27/12/2006 19:57:10
Awwww Neil, you always make me smile, I luffs it [:X]
You can touch my peachies anytime [;)]
Awwwww !!..me is blushing !!....the feelings are mutual..
*le sigh*
*le hump*
Post by: moonfire on 27/12/2006 21:42:23
it is finally quiet in here...all of this love stuff is ridiculous...is it a noun or a verb?
It is both.....it's a Voun or a Nerb !!
LOL Oh, you are so good
Post by: Karen W. on 28/12/2006 08:59:50
Awwwwww thank you Karen, that is so sweet. I love it. I really don't know what to say apart from thank you [:X]
Your welcome Daniel, and thanks for being so nice when I really really needed a friend!!
Post by: Karen W. on 28/12/2006 09:02:24
MY Turn to write a poem for Dan that is also sweet and nice and filled with fluffy bunny luff !!
*errhhnmm..clears throat*
Dan, Dan you're the man
If ewe were a girl I'd have a plan
But you're a bloke you're our number one
I wish I could touch your peachy..............OK !!..I really can't get this friggin poetry stuff right can I ?
LOL< well I guess you are on a roll!! You should start a satire thread...EH??? LOL You always make me smile!!
Post by: Karen W. on 28/12/2006 09:54:38
So many memories written within my soul, words so dear to me..My heart holds tight to these sweet things they mean the world to me..
So intangled within me you lie, and enraptured by your love indeed am I. My feelings like flames burning hot inside... I find it hard to keep them within me!
Where to put them? Here I must; else surely something inside will bust! Internal combustion is surely close if my love for you remains as a ghost!
Wishing such joy to you from my heart and dreaming of the time we'll never be apart! Oh love my heart sings a wondrous song for this love for you is surely not wrong.
Be still my heart, I cry each day, as I try to keep my love strong, and I pray! Be still do not fret, this love of ours is strong.. just patience my heart...it won't be long!
Oh Love hold on and never give up, you are my heart and the love from which I sup! From your strength I hang on tight, loving you each day and every night.
Keep me close in your heart I pray to be there beside each and every day!! To keep you warm and safe and sound.. to always be there and never let your heart down..
I love you so much, only our hearts know, the way in which our love continues to grow! Thank you, Thank you to the powers that be for this most precious love you have given to me.
Post by: Karen W. on 28/12/2006 11:27:57
Flames so hot, rising higher, lashing out in such desire! My fingertips tracing a path so true, burning imprints of me all over you!
Raging hearts beat so eratic and strong. Mixing together to make loves song. Incredible feelings and sensations, rippling waves of loves celebrations!
Thunder and lightening pounding down. A storm of such magnitude shall never be found! We are melting together like iron in a flame, becoming a solid with each drop of rain!
The fire is licking out in fervent fury. Our desire so strong, but we mustn't hurry!The air feeds its flames of carnal desire, raising the flames even higher!
We are lost in the heat and the joy that surrounds us, as we release from inside the love that abounds in us! Sizzling steam rising high all around us, so much to let out, this love rages from inside us.
Raindrops falling harder now, the storm pounds down as before! The flames still hot and burning low, just simmering there once more! Now sing loves song of old, for Our love will never grow cold!
Post by: Mirage on 28/12/2006 16:10:07
Awwwwww thank you Karen, that is so sweet. I love it. I really don't know what to say apart from thank you [:X]
Your welcome Daniel, and thanks for being so nice when I really really needed a friend!!
It's not hard being your friend hun, the same with the others on here, I love and care for you all very much now [:X]
MY Turn to write a poem for Dan that is also sweet and nice and filled with fluffy bunny luff !!
*errhhnmm..clears throat*
Dan, Dan you're the man
If ewe were a girl I'd have a plan
But you're a bloke you're our number one
I wish I could touch your peachy..............OK !!..I really can't get this friggin poetry stuff right can I ?
LOL< well I guess you are on a roll!! You should start a satire thread...EH??? LOL You always make me smile!!
Oooooo, I love Satires [:)]
Post by: Karen W. on 28/12/2006 16:13:21
Post by: Mirage on 28/12/2006 16:16:47
Post by: Karen W. on 28/12/2006 16:23:06
Post by: Karen W. on 28/12/2006 18:11:43
Post by: Mirage on 28/12/2006 18:20:50
Post by: neilep on 28/12/2006 19:46:09
me wish me had not eaten so much as I have got Diar....NO!!!....
Post by: neilep on 28/12/2006 19:48:16
It's a poetry thread you see
Now every time you post right here
it has to be in poetry............................quality !!.......LOL
Post by: neilep on 28/12/2006 19:49:10
me not sleep well
me is confused
Can you tell ?
Post by: neilep on 28/12/2006 19:50:32
Without the odes..the thread is dead !
Post by: neilep on 28/12/2006 19:51:29
do ewe get my hint ?
This thread is about a poetry stint.....LOL...extra quality !!
Post by: moonfire on 29/12/2006 07:10:09
MessageID: 63704
28/12/2006 18:01:54 »
We went from mushie poems to foot joy? What in the world is going on? LOL Slow here at work...maybe I should write some non mushie stuff....aagghh! LOL
Ode to Foot Joy
He is just a boy....
who loves his slipper
and he is a bit hipper...
What is his name?
When he is so hard to tame?
It must be Dan!
As he is the Man! LOL
Report to moderator 64.105.51.100 (?)
"Just Me, Lo" Loretta
[size=08pt]Here you go LO Me found it and slipped it back into this post... I accidently sent it to the foot post when I split the thread.. me needs more practice1[/size]
Couldnt remember what i wrote...? but it is gone...LOL wow such words which are floating around virtual space somewhere...hehe...queenie???? Did you use your magic wandie??? LOL
Should've known it was a king somewhere running around...LOL I couldn't remember what I wrote as I knew it was something stupid just off the top of my head...LOL
Post by: Karen W. on 29/12/2006 07:45:26
Post by: Karen W. on 29/12/2006 08:04:15
Post by: moonfire on 30/12/2006 02:01:10
Post by: Mirage on 02/01/2007 18:18:16
From the thoughts and memories from my head makes my heart so heavy.
It seems to happen every New Year now.
From the loss of a pet to the ending of a relationship.
The endless teasing of my soul, coming face to face of what I truly want, to be taken away as swiftly as it appeared.
The sense of loss and unaccomplished dreams, feeling lost from the stolen moment of joy and happiness.
The misery that now befalls, like it has for the past new years.
Yet with nothing tried, nothing gained.
Just needed to get that out, thank you [:X]
Post by: Karen W. on 02/01/2007 18:29:11
Post by: Mirage on 02/01/2007 18:55:53
Post by: Karen W. on 02/01/2007 19:27:30
Post by: Mirage on 02/01/2007 19:32:21
Post by: Karen W. on 02/01/2007 19:49:17
Post by: Mirage on 02/01/2007 20:12:58
It is strange the things you can get used to
Post by: Karen W. on 02/01/2007 20:27:28
Post by: Mirage on 02/01/2007 20:41:14
Post by: Karen W. on 02/01/2007 20:57:30
Post by: Mirage on 02/01/2007 21:09:46
Post by: Ema on 13/01/2007 17:03:43
The morning smile
Thy lips paint
And stays alive within me
Beauty,
The slyly dance
Thy supple waist performs
When holding thee in my hands,
Beauty,
The tender touch
That tilts my head
To meet thy hand,
Beauty,
The quiet song,
Emanating from thy heart
As I get thee closer
And with all modesty, [:)]
Beauty,
Is the moon I see it rising
Every time I [:)] look in thy eyes
Post by: Karen W. on 13/01/2007 17:38:48
Post by: Ema on 13/01/2007 17:51:09
I liked the poems posted in here by you / mirage and anothersomeone ..
beautiful and passionate
Emma That is really beautiful! I am glad you are posting in the writing thread.. It needs some new work!
Post by: Karen W. on 13/01/2007 17:55:11
Post by: Karen W. on 13/01/2007 18:36:26
Darkness surrounding me, I can't find the walls, I'm struggling to grasp on to stop this fall.
My heart is aching, my heads in a spin.. what once was so real, has been lost again. Thoughts just jumbled and spread all about tangling my feelings so I just want to shout!
Lost dreams, wishes, hopes and strife are now just tangled up threads in the forum of my Life. Reeling and spinning I can't slow it down..frightened so of hitting the ground..
Struggling to find a smile in each day. Hoping that God will show me away. Seeking apath to to cling to some way in hopes that my dreams will come back to me one day!
Darkness darkness all around dreams of a life time crashing down...
Post by: Karen W. on 24/01/2007 17:40:14
Rest, a break, a sheltered day, a little place to hide away!
A time out, some me time, a little smile and some free time.
Protected, covered, hidden away, camoflaged behind another day.
Restless worry, endless love, joy and sadness, all of the above.
Darkness and light, are my old friends, Please help me find my way back home to you again...
Stolen moments lost in time with my heart, that I can't find..a quiet place to rest my head, no comfort in a warm soft bed...
Sweet memories of a love so true, and sweet dreams that are shared by two.. filling my eyes with tears of joy treasuring a love between a girl and a boy.
Seasons come and seasons go and friendship florishes and love still grows..take the petal from the rose, the sweetest frangrance from it flows...
And as they fall one by one they wither and dry beneath the sun, the pedals and what remains are sweet and warm like a summer rain..
The fragrance strong, still in my mind a treasure to hold through out all time...
Thus flows this joy within our hearts, and a perfect knowledge of what friendship starts..
Post by: Karen W. on 01/02/2007 06:54:04
Look at me a puppet on a string, look at me I can dance and sing!
Look at me dancing 'round, look out world it's just a clown.
Look at me dancing,reeling,spining; watch out, the world is winning!
Look at me down on the floor. I've spun round,and can stand no more;
Look at me, skinned my knees, funny thing that's not what bleeds!
Look at me, just a clown, nobody knows,that I've fallen down.
Look at me, look at me, don't look too close, my tears you'll see.
Post by: Karen W. on 25/02/2007 16:16:16
Billowing clouds lingering in space,
raindrops that fall on a tear stained face.
Grey skies are dark, the light has been lost.
I've given my heart God, but at what cost.
I'm struggling so hard just to hold on.
I have done my best but now everythings gone.
I took a wrong turn, somewhere in the road,
and now this burden has become such a heavy load.
Emptiness rules my world, and my heart is filled with pain.
So much misery in this pouring rain.
I cannot seem to find my way there, and I find myself
praying for an end to the the day here..
Idle hands restless soul, dreaming of the time when I'll go home.
Numbing madness,constant and real, I'm not sure, of what I feel.
Blind leading the blind is what I see,
is there no end to this misery?
Post by: Hadrian on 25/02/2007 20:07:59
Post by: Karen W. on 25/02/2007 20:26:47
Post by: Karen W. on 03/03/2007 20:55:19
Closing a door, on love and dreams,
so many feelings about different things.
My heart is crying, I'll be OK, but somehow,
somewhere, I have to find my way.
It is harder then I ever knew,
letting go of this love I share with you.
In Reality can't you see,
I can't really let it go, it's part of me.
I will Try and do my best,
to end it now, and then to rest!
Sweet dreams and sleep are yet to come,
my heart will bleed no more.
I will do my best to sail away my love from you,
and rest it on distant shore.
And place it in a bottle tight,
and move away and close this door.
and move away and close this door....
Post by: Infamous on 03/03/2007 21:21:14
Look At MeBeneath that smile:
Look at me a puppet on a string, look at me I can dance and sing!
Look at me dancing 'round, look out world it's just a clown.
Look at me dancing,reeling,spining; watch out, the world is winning!
Look at me down on the floor. I've spun round,and can stand no more;
Look at me, skinned my knees, funny thing that's not what bleeds!
Look at me, just a clown, nobody knows,that I've fallen down.
Look at me, look at me, don't look too close, my tears you'll see.
Beneath your smile,
something sad and blue.
Beneath that smile,
you know it's true.
I cry for the pain,
I feel when I look.
Into your pretty eyes,
and see joy mistook.
How strong you are,
to hide the pain.
And spare us the saddness,
with the joy you fain.
So with caring I speak,
and extending my hand.
Lets share our hurting,
and our friendship band.
For you Karen
..................Infy
Post by: Karen W. on 03/03/2007 21:42:10
Post by: neilep on 03/03/2007 22:41:00
Post by: Karen W. on 03/03/2007 23:02:44
Post by: Hadrian on 04/03/2007 00:50:06
Post by: Karen W. on 04/03/2007 02:35:44
Post by: Karen W. on 11/03/2007 03:56:48
Please be strong for me to keep love still.
Please don't stop and fail me in my hour of need,
Oh heart of mine please cease this awful bleed.
Be strong, and beat, and help me now,
I need your strength to show me how.
Oh friend, my dear friend, my heart my soul,
My day is over my body is cold.
Each memory I hold so close to me now,
In a treasure forever to keep some how.
Oh love so strong in my heart today,
Yet, when faced with fear, I ran away!
Oh heart be strong it won't be long,
This ache will soon sing a new song.
Sweetly sing your memory
Sweetly speak your name to me.
Memorise each curve of your face and,
And remember always your my saving grace.
Oh Love so sweet my heart cries out,
I will treasure you ever and with never a doubt!
I will love you always,
and from the mountain tops I'll shout!
You are my Love,
There is no doubt!
Post by: Hadrian on 11/03/2007 18:25:15
Post by: neilep on 11/03/2007 20:29:26
Post by: Karen W. on 11/03/2007 20:35:52
Post by: neilep on 11/03/2007 22:24:43
Thanks Hadrian and Neil, that is very nice of you to say.
yes it is..isn't it !!...
It's very nice for me to say
How nice the words I've read today.....................are !!
Supreme poemage quality !
Post by: Karen W. on 11/03/2007 23:27:07
Thanks Hadrian and Neil, that is very nice of you to say.
yes it is..isn't it !!...
It's very nice for me to say
How nice the words I've read today.....................are !!
Supreme poemage quality !
THE Supremist poemage you have ever seen,
upon these pages you will bring!!
And when you do, we'll cheer for you,
especially in those sexy shoes!!!
We'll hear the thumps from the quadrapeds Pumps,
and we'll expect some poemage to follow.
For the quality there in, will be followed by grins,
and our forum filled with laughter and not hollow! LOL
Your turn!!
Post by: Infamous on 12/03/2007 00:56:08
Life is such a lonely thing,
second guessing destinies plan.
Wishing for the best each day,
remaining ever, the solitary man.
With whom can I share today,
to whom shall I give trust?
I shout at the top of my lungs,
surely someone cares, they must!
Again I ask, does anyone hear?
Then returns my echo to me.
Proving only, once and for all,
how alone, I shall forever be.
.....................Infy
Post by: Karen W. on 12/03/2007 01:25:54
The trees swayed back and forth back and forth.
The sounds of the strain from their mighty branches echoed
through my soul, like the sounds of your voice in my ears.
The wrestless leaves blowing to and fro crashing against the pane and pressing at the glass,and flailing their fragile remains, as if crying to come in.
The sounds of the scratching as they scrape at the window, unable to control their course.
Echoing my own thoughts, irrational, and lost, struggling with this human madness that has left me with such a loss.
A brightness shining ever so dimly; in the sky I see some light! a ray, perhaps a trickle of the sunshine that I've lost.
Warmth fills the air, winds cease their force, Tree's gently calming. They sway much lighter in due course.
My mind now like a garbled tablet of words, mixed all around, much like the leaves that were blowing, but now lay still upon the ground.
Post by: Karen W. on 12/03/2007 01:29:26
For whom my heart waits:
Life is such a lonely thing,
second guessing destinies plan.
Wishing for the best each day,
remaining ever, the solitary man.
With whom can I share today,
to whom shall I give trust?
I shout at the top of my lungs,
surely someone cares, they must!
Again I ask, does anyone hear?
Then returns my echo to me.
Proving only, once and for all,
how alone, I shall forever be.
.....................Infy
That is a very beautiful heartfelt piece Infy.Thank you for sharing it! Its funny we posted those poems at the exact same time!
Post by: Infamous on 12/03/2007 01:39:50
Nothing in this life just happens Karen.
Each drop of rain has it's place to rest.
Every thought will find it's own answer,
and every kindness, it's own reward.
..................Infy
Post by: Karen W. on 12/03/2007 01:43:32
Post by: science_guy on 12/03/2007 14:51:44
The Heart that's afraid of hurting never learns to love,
And the Soul that's afraid of dying never learns to live.
Post by: Karen W. on 12/03/2007 15:07:32
Post by: science_guy on 12/03/2007 15:08:59
Post by: Karen W. on 12/03/2007 15:20:31
Post by: science_guy on 12/03/2007 15:34:58
Post by: Karen W. on 12/03/2007 15:37:22
and don't forget to play!
It's not likely you'll,
find your foot anyway!
Post by: Hadrian on 13/03/2007 12:08:04
Post by: Karen W. on 13/03/2007 14:42:25
Post by: Hadrian on 14/03/2007 22:15:04
Hello Hadrian!
Hi
Post by: Karen W. on 25/03/2007 18:42:32
Oh how I have loved and given of myself, fulfilled desires, only dreams could produce. Followed a rainbow and found at the end, my pot of gold was you!
Taken it, devoured it, the love that you bore, and received it so lovingly, without shame. Given my heart away with knowledge and joy, and believed all the words you proclaimed.
I still Marvel and stand amazed in the love that we found, and will lovingly take it to my grave. The joy that I feel and respect that it gives, will be there forever you see, for it is strongly embedded within my soul, deep in that love that you gave to me.
Such is the strength of your love I have drawn on, and have continued to give from the start. A joy and a love, I have wrapped all around me, and will keep as the treasure of my heart!
Post by: Karen W. on 25/03/2007 18:45:51
You are the colours in my rainbow, the magic that keeps my heart warm. The joy that crowds out the sadness, that tries to eat away at my heart each morn!
I’ll not let it be, the sadness that knocks at my door each day, for I will think of my rainbow and frighten it away!
I’ll remember the joy and the colours that so brightly filled my heart this way, and I’ll keep all the colours so boldly in place, for all, a brilliant display!
Post by: Karen W. on 25/03/2007 20:32:10
The Dream that's afraid of waking never takes a chance,
The Heart that's afraid of hurting never learns to love,
And the Soul that's afraid of dying never learns to live.
The rose, I love Bette middler!
Post by: Karen W. on 26/03/2007 02:56:34
The blossoms on the cherry tree that spring has brought to flower, will in due time bring a sweetness to each and every hour. A wind may carry the blossoms far but their fragrance and sweetness shall remain.. The birds may pick and pluck them from the branches where they lay to rest, but time will be on their side, as the blossoms you see, have already set!
Post by: Karen W. on 04/05/2007 03:10:55
I LOVE THIS WORLD
Unspoken words and feelings left unsaid.
So many dreams left floating in my head.
Keeping busy and finding smiles, life's so
funny and laden with trials.
Like a sparkler igniting and spitting out sparks,
my emotions are loaded and ready to embark ...
Am I going to cry or laugh today, just what face
will set it off either way.
A Child said Goodbye Just the other day, and made me cry,
and run away..
Her Grandma put her in the car, to go home was not so far.
She quickly put her arms round me.
Pulled me close and Kissed My cheek..Then sweet words she
began to speak.."Kisses ARE for TEACHERS.."
Then she looked to her Gran and They both gave a great big grin..
My heart about burst right on the spot, so much love inside my heart.
I have such dreams for that little girl...she
helped me remember why I love this world..
Post by: Ben6789 on 04/05/2007 13:20:11
Post by: Karen W. on 04/05/2007 14:50:14
It's ok..LOL ... [;)] [:)]
Sorry Ben, accidently edited your post! ..LOL Hit the wrong button!
Post by: Ben6789 on 04/05/2007 15:04:32
Post by: Karen W. on 04/05/2007 15:07:31
You Guess.. I did not change it, but thanks for reading mine too! LOL
Post by: Ben6789 on 04/05/2007 19:25:36
Post by: Karen W. on 05/05/2007 20:40:36
Post by: neilep on 05/05/2007 21:19:49
It's safer than sharing my diarrhea !!
LOL......now THAT's quality poemage right there !!
Post by: Hadrian on 05/05/2007 21:22:03
I LOVE THIS WORLD
Unspoken words and feelings left unsaid.
So many dreams left floating in my head.
Keeping busy and finding smiles, life's so
funny and laden with trials.
Like a sparkler igniting and spitting out sparks,
my emotions are loaded and ready to embark ...
Am I going to cry or laugh today, just what face
will set it off either way.
A Child said Goodbye Just the other day, and made me cry,
and run away..
Her Grandma put her in the car, to go home was not so far.
She quickly put her arms round me.
Pulled me close and Kissed My cheek..Then sweet words she
began to speak.."Kisses ARE for TEACHERS.."
Then she looked to her Gran and They both gave a great big grin..
My heart about burst right on the spot, so much love inside my heart.
I have such dreams for that little girl...she
helped me remember why I love this world..
that so nice i love it
Post by: Karen W. on 05/05/2007 21:28:04
I share this bit of writing here
It's safer than sharing my diarrhea !!
Indeedy it is safer! LOL
LOL......now THAT's quality poemage right there !!
Post by: neilep on 05/05/2007 21:28:43
that so nice i love it
Ewe mean my poem ........surely !!
Post by: Karen W. on 05/05/2007 21:30:29
I LOVE THIS WORLD
Unspoken words and feelings left unsaid.
So many dreams left floating in my head.
Keeping busy and finding smiles, life's so
funny and laden with trials.
Like a sparkler igniting and spitting out sparks,
my emotions are loaded and ready to embark ...
Am I going to cry or laugh today, just what face
will set it off either way.
A Child said Goodbye Just the other day, and made me cry,
and run away..
Her Grandma put her in the car, to go home was not so far.
She quickly put her arms round me.
Pulled me close and Kissed My cheek..Then sweet words she
began to speak.."Kisses ARE for TEACHERS.."
Then she looked to her Gran and They both gave a great big grin..
My heart about burst right on the spot, so much love inside my heart.
I have such dreams for that little girl...she
helped me remember why I love this world..
that so nice i love it
Thanks Hadrian! I will post over yonder too.
Post by: Karen W. on 05/05/2007 21:33:14
that so nice i love it
Ewe mean my poem ........surely !!
Come now I think it was tres jollie
that you wrote such skilled Poetry!
Am glad you chose to choose your words
rather then some stinky icky runny terds!!! LOL
Now thats quality poemage.. eh!! LOL
Post by: neilep on 05/05/2007 21:33:21
makes me feel my writings bored !!
*le sigh*
Post by: neilep on 05/05/2007 21:34:11
responses to my poetry !!
Post by: Karen W. on 05/05/2007 21:36:08
See how my poetry is ignored
makes me feel my writings bored !!
*le sigh*
Kind Sir You see how slow you be ,
can't win now with my new High speed! LOL
Post by: Karen W. on 05/05/2007 21:41:06
Alas I see
responses to my poetry !!
Yes, and respond indeed we will!
In hopes you will fill the bill!
Write the words that make us see,
how much we love our little sheepy!
Keep them coming, yes indeed,
and we will see true qualities!
Post by: Karen W. on 05/05/2007 22:05:35
Oh sorrow go from whence you came tearing
at my heart and bringing such pain.
Leave me now, my soul to rest and let
me live to be at my best.
No room for These sorrows, sadness, or regrets,
just a heart full of memories I hold deep in my breasts.
Be gone from within me I throw thee away,
I shalt not let you take all my joy today!
Sunshine and brightness Come fill me so full,
Sorrows no match for the love of this fool!
Post by: Karen W. on 06/05/2007 07:42:11
Show me a Turtle dove.
Give me a wish to dream.
Give me a voice to sing!
Give me wings so that I can fly,
And and soul that knows how to cry.
Post by: Karen W. on 19/05/2007 20:31:41
Where are you? My heart is crying out.. I am thinking of you always and my soul as tossed about!
Such Joy resides deep inside such love is there I cannot hide.
So many things in life to bear another day a look a glare.
Sweet words I find within these walls, a vitual vault of loves befalls.
Comfort and sweet memories and dreams yet still unfulfilled.
Yet in remembering all they are, my heart is truly filled.
Such Joy abounds and dances round keeping me wanting more.. This life it seems of hopes and dreams, ever building on a restless shore!
I reach out each day my arms, to touch and taste and feel this life.. and thank this world for what it gives and for each day I see new light!
Post by: Seany on 19/05/2007 22:01:03
When the pigs go oink..
And the sheeps go baa.
When the dogs go bark..
And the cats go meow.
When the owls go hoot..
and the cows go moo..
I will be thinking of you..
Heehee, I edited it from one of the blackadder episodes. You might not know what that it [;)]
Post by: Karen W. on 19/05/2007 22:28:52
Was that for moi? LOL Thank you!
Post by: Seany on 19/05/2007 22:39:26
Post by: Karen W. on 19/05/2007 22:47:14
Post by: Seany on 19/05/2007 22:47:51
Post by: Karen W. on 19/05/2007 22:53:53
Wow.. Are you sure? Hmm.. OK [:-\]
Enlighten me see if I am in the same mindset?
Post by: Seany on 19/05/2007 22:54:58
Post by: Karen W. on 19/05/2007 22:56:40
Post by: Seany on 19/05/2007 22:57:58
Post by: Karen W. on 19/05/2007 23:00:08
Post by: Seany on 19/05/2007 23:00:34
Post by: Karen W. on 19/05/2007 23:03:28
Post by: Seany on 19/05/2007 23:04:29
Post by: Karen W. on 19/05/2007 23:17:06
Post by: Seany on 19/05/2007 23:19:41
Post by: Karen W. on 19/05/2007 23:21:40
Post by: Seany on 19/05/2007 23:22:37
Post by: Karen W. on 19/05/2007 23:28:25
Post by: Seany on 19/05/2007 23:29:57
Post by: Karen W. on 19/05/2007 23:37:36
Post by: Seany on 19/05/2007 23:40:31
Post by: Karen W. on 20/05/2007 00:19:05
Seany likes to run and play,
Seany is smart and bright they say,
Seany's sheep is pink today!
Post by: Karen W. on 20/05/2007 00:19:19
Post by: Seany on 20/05/2007 12:00:37
Post by: Karen W. on 20/05/2007 15:40:11
Its awesome!! Thanks Karen!!!! [;D]
It is horrible can't you see , the way I wrote about ole Seany!
I could have wrote of wounded knee or things that pertained to great history!
But alas No I could not see , beyond the lines of lil Seany!
So Here I sit yet once again, and all I see is a silly grin!
Try, try, and yet again to find some new words to add a line.
One day the truth may yet reveal, the truth of it all with such appeal!
A laugh a chuckle and a "Le sigh" OH yes, truth shall fill the wide blue sky!
So until that time we will wait and see if I should dare change this history!
Write of war or times from past or silly poems Like that I wrote of Seany Last!
Post by: Seany on 20/05/2007 15:43:18
Post by: Karen W. on 20/05/2007 16:42:51
Hahaa.. Thanks Karen, that made me laugh.. [;)] Thanks alot!
Your welcome.. give it a whirl!
Post by: Seany on 20/05/2007 17:02:05
Post by: Karen W. on 20/05/2007 17:05:48
Post by: Seany on 20/05/2007 17:31:48
Post by: Karen W. on 20/05/2007 17:36:38
Pranks abound when boredom is found and and you might get hurt when you fall down.
Careful careful, be on your way.. Just be sure to have a good day!
Post by: Seany on 20/05/2007 19:40:37
So we must, learn to obey
Boring it is, we should smile
Even for, a little while
Since we don't, know when it'll end
Let's not waste, time to spend
Live each day, to the full
You don't know when you'll get eaten by a bull.
[;)]
Post by: Karen W. on 20/05/2007 19:45:11
Post by: Seany on 20/05/2007 19:47:46
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Post by: Karen W. on 20/05/2007 20:22:24
Sunday it is, a holy day
So we must, learn to obey
Boring it is, we should smile
Even for, a little while
Since we don't, know when it'll end
Let's not waste, time to spend
Live each day, to the full
You don't know when you'll get eaten by a bull.
[;)]
LOL..Your so funny! LOL...Never know for sure..Hee hee!
Post by: Seany on 20/05/2007 22:00:52
Post by: Karen W. on 20/05/2007 22:34:21
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Post by: Karen W. on 20/05/2007 23:00:31
Post by: Seany on 20/05/2007 23:01:22
You look like a lil peach! [;)]
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Post by: Seany on 20/05/2007 23:14:27
*Blows a rapsberry*
Post by: Karen W. on 20/05/2007 23:17:52
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Post by: Karen W. on 22/05/2007 02:33:22
I closed my eyes and dreamed of you,
sleepy eyed and feeling blue.
I thought and thought of what to do,
to bring those same sweet dreams to you!
Softy singing lullaby's,
just to see you close your eyes!
Reality then sets in my friend,
as the wondrous dream comes to end!
Awake my eyes, I see you there,
smiling sweetly without a care!
Post by: Seany on 22/05/2007 18:49:49
Poem is awesome. [;)] Poetry was never my strongest side of English, heehee. Love the poem [;D]
Post by: Karen W. on 23/05/2007 03:28:54
A poem about being sleepy! LOL
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Post by: Karen W. on 24/05/2007 16:59:55
Yesterday was a dream I had of holding you close, not feeling so bad.
Today the darkness fills my heart... Is it Time to leave or to depart.
No new dreams I find when I close my eyes only old fears do fill my mind..It's no surprise!
Erase the the love, erase the pain, erase the loss, erase the gains!
What torture lies inside of me, if I erase the best parts you see?
So leave them here! I am free to dream...and hold my memories close to me..
Close my eyes and dream again..to see that love shall never end!
Post by: Karen W. on 12/06/2007 23:05:28
Oh How I love thee, every whisper from thy mouth.
Thy words they flow like a sacred song as the wind doth blow them south!
I listen and accept them in to my heart once more,
and there I keep them safely to to float away no more!
Oh peace reins strong within my heart, within thy quiet song!
I sing the tune so gently too, to help us to be strong.
Give me strength to hold your hand, so in your heart you understand.
Many times I stumble too and then remember what to do!
Emersed so deeply within such pain, reaching out to you in the pouring rain...
Taking your hand and feeling your strength, helping you is helping me!
Please don't let go and I'll do the same,
and somehow we'll get through this driving rain.
Gentle words and smiles dry tears, erase the pain from many years.
Ease our burdens, and spread our wings, and listen to the songs we sing..
Oh How I love thee, every whisper from thy mouth.
Thy words they flow like sacred song as the wind doth blow them south!
Karen
Post by: dentstudent on 28/06/2007 09:38:50
In a position of immediate vertical sub-ordinance with primary concern to an Aesculus hippocastanum patulous through its divergence in upper stratum lateral growth,
With direct reference to the locale in which the reciter of the rhyme was supporting the third party referred to by single use of the aforementioneds’ patello-femoral and tibio-femoral joints,
The collective present were in an uplifted emotional state characterised by the response to external stimuli creating synaptic transfers resulting in an extended release of endogenous biomechanical substances,
In a position of immediate vertical sub-ordinance with primary concern to an Aesculus hippocastanum patulous through its divergence in upper stratum lateral growth.
So which nursery rhyme is it?
Post by: dentstudent on 28/06/2007 09:51:06
Birthday songs, and their influence on ones outcome
When I have a moment or two spare with nothing better to do, I cruise through a few websites, looking for interesting or educational matter. I should hasten to add at his point that this is while I am at work, and so does not involve the sort of website where there is more pink used than any other colour, and where some sort of trouser arouser is the likely outcome, to coin a phrase. Oh, by the way. I learned yesterday that owls have fourteen vertebrae in their necks, twice as many as any giraffe. So although giraffes were first in the queue when necks were handed out, they were somewhere near the middle for the vertebrae. This shows that it is impossible to successfully queue for two things simultaneously, and that in all likelihood, anatomy was originally dispensed at the zoological equivalence of post-offices.
So, having found some if not amusing, then appropriately time-filling websites, I’ll scoot around the links and see what comes up. One such link lead me to a site that listed all of the UK, American and Australian number one records since records began. (I’m trying to think of something slick and witty to put concerning the juxtaposition of the second “records” and it’s dual meaning, along the lines of since records began, i.e. when historical data was first noted, and the second meaning, about the actual records first being made. (You see how difficult it is to be me?) If you read this bit, you’ll know that I couldn’t. Perhaps I’ll leave a gap here, and you could fill in your own witticism).
Consequently, like a naturally inquisitive person, I wanted to find out what was number one in the UK when I was born. I discovered that it was “Sugar Sugar” (do do doo doo dooh dooh, ah honey honey), by some band whose name I can’t remember just now. So then I looked up Em’s birthsong, to find it was the BeeGees “Massachusetts”. (I was told in assurance that it was appropriately re-named in their honour as “massive chew sets”). I have no clear idea about why I find these trivia fascinating, but here is one thought: perhaps whatever song was at number one has an influence on the path of ones life? This isn’t quite as illogical as it sounds if you consider the consequence of if it had as strong an influence on many people’s credulity as astrology. If boulders millions of miles away can exert an influence on your life (if you are inclined to pay attention to these with any sort of reverence), then why not the mood of the music scene and it’s constructs’ perhaps rather more tangible influence to someone here on earth? Thusly, so and therefore, my life should be one of immutable sweetness and governed by bee by-products (wasn’t that sung by the Bay City Rollers?). And of course it is. Conclusive proof I think. In addition, my wife has a splendid set of nashers (!), and one of the places she has never been to in the USA is Massachusetts. It becomes scary, doesn’t it?
So, I’ve been asking around to see what songs are other friends and families “Birth Songs”, and to by surprise and delight, they fit into a perfect trend. The boyfriend of an old college friend is very much into gigging and is a fabulous guitar player. Unfortunately, he often has trouble forming a band. Do you know what his song is? “Do you want to be in my gang” by the then un-incarcerated Gary Glitter. One of my brothers in law’s is “Wonderful Land” by the shadows. He has just moved to Spain (hence “Wonderful Land”) and it’s very sunny there (hence “Shadows”). It’s as uncanny as a plateful of beans.
So what I propose is that everyone finds out their song and see how their own destinies have been formed, moulded and generally wrapped around whatever the number one hit was at that time. I think you will also be pleasantly warmed to find that there is so much that is therefore just not your fault. If only Joe Dolce hadn’t kept Ultravox from the number one position, so many lives could be different (and I guess no more so than for both Joe’s and Midge Ure’s, though, I feel, for rather different reasons).
This gives us all the un-missable opportunity of going someway to maximise our children’s potential even before they are born, without having to answer to the maelstrom-like tirades from anti-cloning and GM lobbies. (Deep breath – this next bit is convoluted at best). If you can simultaneously release a record that has the title, “I’m completely happy and have lots of money” or “Oh, another Nobel prize”, or whatever accomplishment you wish your children to have and then plan it such that you know will get to number one in about nine months, conceive a baby timed such that they will be born in that week, then, and I know you see the logic behind this, you will know your dependants will live rich and fulfilling lives.
Isn’t it reassuring to finally have something easy and transparent you can have trust and total faith in? I’m off to the recording studio with my proto-hit “Planetary Shuffle”. You see, I want my next child to be able to really annoy astrologists.
I have subsequently found out that “Sugar sugar” was sung by the “Archies”. My second son’s name is…..well, can you guess?
Post by: Karen W. on 28/06/2007 09:55:41
Post by: kdlynn on 28/06/2007 10:03:48
Post by: Karen W. on 28/06/2007 10:04:02
Is it love me tender is that why I am such a sap!
Post by: Karen W. on 28/06/2007 10:04:26
Post by: dentstudent on 28/06/2007 10:05:14
So where do we find the number one hit for 1960 August? LOL
Is it love me tender is that why I am such a sap!
It's one of these 4...er 3
August 1 "I'm Sorry" Brenda Lee
August 8 "Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini" Brian Hyland
August 15 "It's Now or Never" Elvis Presley
August 22 "It's Now or Never" Elvis Presley
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_number-one_hits_(United_States)
Post by: kdlynn on 28/06/2007 10:07:06
Post by: kdlynn on 28/06/2007 10:08:19
Post by: Karen W. on 28/06/2007 10:09:38
So where do we find the number one hit for 1960 August? LOL
Is it love me tender is that why I am such a sap!
It's one of these 4...er 3
August 1 "I'm Sorry" Brenda Lee
August 8 "Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini" Brian Hyland
August 15 "It's Now or Never" Elvis Presley
August 22 "It's Now or Never" Elvis Presley
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_number-one_hits_(United_States)
August 30th 1960..I absolutely adore Elvis have pictures albums and movies.. LOLOh my GOSH that so fits me perfectly! LOL LOL I cannot believe it!
Post by: dentstudent on 28/06/2007 10:10:36
what about the first week of july 1983?
"Flashdance... What a Feeling" Irene Cara
Post by: dentstudent on 28/06/2007 10:11:13
Post by: kdlynn on 28/06/2007 10:11:48
Post by: dentstudent on 28/06/2007 10:15:41
August 29 "It's Now or Never" Elvis Presley
In the UK, noone can hear this without thinking "Ice cream"
Post by: Karen W. on 28/06/2007 10:18:15
Post by: dentstudent on 28/06/2007 10:22:05
Just one cornetto, give it to me, delicious ice cream, from Italy etc etc etc
It was of course originally "O Sole Mio".
Post by: Karen W. on 28/06/2007 10:25:06
Post by: kdlynn on 28/06/2007 10:26:50
Post by: dentstudent on 28/06/2007 10:27:41
ok... my song is... interesting...
Does it relate?
Post by: Karen W. on 28/06/2007 10:28:01
Post by: Karen W. on 28/06/2007 10:31:05
It's now or never,
come hold me tight
Kiss me my darling,
be mine tonight
Tomorrow will be too late,
it's now or never
My love won't wait.
When I first saw you
with your smile so tender
My heart was captured,
my soul surrendered
I'd spend a lifetime
waiting for the right time
Now that your near
the time is here at last.
It's now or never,
come hold me tight
Kiss me my darling,
be mine tonight
Tomorrow will be too late,
it's now or never
My love won't wait.
Just like a willow,
we would cry an ocean
If we lost true love
and sweet devotion
Your lips excite me,
let your arms invite me
For who knows when
we'll meet again this way
It's now or never,
come hold me tight
Kiss me my darling,
be mine tonight
Tomorrow will be too late,
it's now or never
My love won't wait.
Post by: kdlynn on 28/06/2007 10:34:29
Post by: kdlynn on 28/06/2007 10:35:45
Post by: Karen W. on 28/06/2007 10:36:17
Post by: kdlynn on 28/06/2007 10:36:59
Post by: dentstudent on 28/06/2007 10:38:50
First, when there's nothing but a slow glowing dream
That your fear seems to hide deep inside your mind
All alone I have cried silent tears full of pride
In a world made of steel, made of stone
Well I hear the music, close my eyes, feel the rhythm
Wrap around, take a hold of my heart
[Chorus:]
What a feeling, bein's believin'
I can't have it all, now I'm dancin' for my life
Take your passion, and make it happen
Pictures come alive, you can dance right through your life
[Solo]
Now I hear the music, close my eyes, I am rhythm
In a flash it takes hold of my heart
[chorus (with ... "now I'm dancing through my life")]
What a feeling
What a feeling (I am music now), bein's believin' (I am rhythm now)
Pictures come alive, you can dance right through your life
What a feeling (I can really have it all)
What a feeling (Pictures come alive when I call)
I can have it all (I can really have it all)
Have it all (Pictures come alive when I call)
(call, call, call, call, what a feeling) I can have it all
(Bein's believin') bein's believin'
(Take your passion, make it happen) make it happen
(What a feeling) what a feeling... [to fade]
Post by: Karen W. on 28/06/2007 11:02:44
Post by: moonfire on 21/09/2007 05:14:16
Post by: Mirage on 21/09/2007 05:26:28
Post by: kdlynn on 21/09/2007 05:28:19
Post by: moonfire on 21/09/2007 05:29:36
I was thinking about this thread ages ago. I'll post something later
Excellente! I may write when I go on my mini vacation!
Post by: Mirage on 21/09/2007 05:30:21
Post by: Mirage on 21/09/2007 05:30:58
Post by: Mirage on 21/09/2007 18:25:32
As the coldness of night is upon me my thoughts turn to you.
Soon my eyes start to burn red like the embers of a dying fire.
My tears offer no comfort to my hot cheeks as they fall onto my pillow.
I bury my face into my pillow as if to hide from the world.
And before long my pillow is my closest friend taking the full force of my sobs.
My body starts to shake and quiver as the sobs take control of my breaking heart.
Soon it becomes hard to breathe like a fish out of water.
I'm gasping for life!
As I pull away from my pillow I realise that it offers me no comfort.
I am alone with only thoughts of you,
and nothing more.
Soon my eyes start to burn red like the embers of a dying fire.
My tears offer no comfort to my hot cheeks as they fall onto my pillow.
I bury my face into my pillow as if to hide from the world.
And before long my pillow is my closest friend taking the full force of my sobs.
My body starts to shake and quiver as the sobs take control of my breaking heart.
Soon it becomes hard to breathe like a fish out of water.
I'm gasping for life!
As I pull away from my pillow I realise that it offers me no comfort.
I am alone with only thoughts of you,
and nothing more.
Post by: Mirage on 21/09/2007 18:26:16
My Lonely Angel
To you my lonely Angel, be safe with the knowledge that you have helped me realise my wildest dreams.
And even thought I was never able to live them, I was always happy;
For I was given the greatest gift, dream of all,
you're friendship.
You have been with me all through my life;
you've seen me laugh and cry.
Been the shoulder that has given me comfort during
darkest times.
I know it must not have been easy to have been my friend, sometimes only being able to sit by and
watch the misery that befell me.
At times I could see you standing ever watching with
a tear in your eye.
For those times I am sorry, my misery became yours
and where I should have taken comfort in your
loving arms I shunned you away.
In all my dreaming I had wished that I had had the
chance to give you your dream, whatever it may
have been.
The only thing I can offer you my lonely Angel is
my eternal gratitude and love.
You have been my rock, and as I leave you now I weep, knowing that we will never see each other
again.
I regret that I was never able to give you the love and comfort that you have given me.
Yet, even now, when the dark is creeping upon me you stand as always by my side.
Be well my lonely Angel, my friend, my love.
To you my lonely Angel, be safe with the knowledge that you have helped me realise my wildest dreams.
And even thought I was never able to live them, I was always happy;
For I was given the greatest gift, dream of all,
you're friendship.
You have been with me all through my life;
you've seen me laugh and cry.
Been the shoulder that has given me comfort during
darkest times.
I know it must not have been easy to have been my friend, sometimes only being able to sit by and
watch the misery that befell me.
At times I could see you standing ever watching with
a tear in your eye.
For those times I am sorry, my misery became yours
and where I should have taken comfort in your
loving arms I shunned you away.
In all my dreaming I had wished that I had had the
chance to give you your dream, whatever it may
have been.
The only thing I can offer you my lonely Angel is
my eternal gratitude and love.
You have been my rock, and as I leave you now I weep, knowing that we will never see each other
again.
I regret that I was never able to give you the love and comfort that you have given me.
Yet, even now, when the dark is creeping upon me you stand as always by my side.
Be well my lonely Angel, my friend, my love.
Post by: Karen W. on 21/09/2007 19:01:33
Post by: Karen W. on 21/09/2007 19:04:16
Post by: Mirage on 21/09/2007 19:14:02
Sorry for making you cry though [:(]
Post by: Karen W. on 21/09/2007 19:26:25
It's Ok Dan... really nice work!
Post by: Mirage on 21/09/2007 19:46:35
And by the way, it was Lo digging up these threads [;)]
And she said that she will post some of hers as well [:D]
Post by: Karen W. on 21/09/2007 19:49:02
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 21/09/2007 21:16:48
That will be the last piece I submit for now...I was in Jamaica when I wrote that piece...
"Lo" Loretta
Post by: Karen W. on 21/09/2007 21:17:49
Bravo enjoyed reading your scribes and long may they continueThat will be the last piece I submit for now...I was in Jamaica when I wrote that piece...
"Lo" Loretta
Do you like poetry Andrew?
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 21/09/2007 22:18:32
To our One and only Father
No better can be found nor had
Put us on the straight and narrow
And that can’t be all that bad
He taught us how to Tat n’ fish
And put some dinner on we dish
He learned us to give and take
And how to fend and money make
A canny man who doesn’t bend
Who’s spirit’s hard can never brake
His words are just and so profound
His manner humble in quiet thought
And a hardened boxer from the ring
Who swiftly educated those he fought
A funny comic who joked in song
He shined the leather on the ball
And bruised a willow bat you know it
But most of all accomplished much
As Ken The Blackcountry Poet
From Andrew and Garry
Post by: neilep on 21/09/2007 23:20:04
An awesome tribute !!
Post by: neilep on 21/09/2007 23:23:17
wonderful words !!.....indeedy !!
Post by: Karen W. on 21/09/2007 23:23:47
Post by: Karen W. on 17/10/2007 20:48:34
I saw my face just yesterday reflecting in the glass,
and many many memories came flooding from the past!
I stood in awe at all I had done, and where my life had come,
I also saw so many times when I turned my back and run.
The reflections I see in this small glass,
hold the memories from my past.
The joy, the sadness, the love, the fear,
all come together in what I see in this mirror.
I can't change the actions that got me here,
and I can't fix the hurt that stems from the fear.
I can only move on in hopes that one year,
I will be able to overcome the fear.
Painful reflections that I see in this glass
reflecting so much of my life from my past.Try as I may to put
it behind , it is etched ever so deeply inside of my mind,
echoing the soul that all of you find.
Looking glass, Looking glass, reflection of me,
maybe today a future we'll see, and maybe tomorrow is but a dream,
but maybe this time you'll reflect my dreams........
karen W.
Post by: Karen W. on 17/10/2007 22:15:52
IN this world of KILLING and HURTING and HATE,
WAVES of MISFORTUNE SADNESS and PAIN.
I STAND here TODAY in AWE of it ALL, and STILL in
MY HEART it's the LOVES I recall.
The sadness the pain, yes it's all here,
but what I FEEL most is the LOSS that I FEAR.
AFRAID to MOVE on, WITHOUT those I LOVE,
AFRAID to STEP forward to FACE what WILL come.
Saying GOODBYE and WALKING away..
and DOING MY best to SEE a NEW DAY.
KEEPING the FAITH I have FOUND to be HARD,
NOT my best STRENGTH with the turn of the CARDS.
GRATEFUL for FRIENDS and LOVES in my LIFE...
for SUNSHINE and STARS and the MOON in the SKY.
For SMILES I SEE from the EYES I've been GIVEN,
LAUGHTER I HEAR in my EARS, SOUNDS like HEAVEN.
A small CHILD'S HAND held tight INSIDE MINE,
The SMELL of a NEWBORN, LIFE is SUBLIME!
All the grief and the sorrow the pain and despair...
All I WILL REMEMBER is the LOVE that I've shared.
In HOPE that some SMALL thing IN HERE I have LEFT,
will, Be of SOME meaning and NOT go ADRIFT!
For ALL WHOM I LOVE and have found RIGHT here,
THANKS for PUTTING UP with ME, for the last couple YEARS!
SLEEPLESS nights, WELL I've had a FEW,
But ALL, worth the JOY I've HAD, SPENT, sharing with YOU!
YOU NEVER know what LIFE has for YOU..
You just PLOD ON and DO the BEST YOU CAN DO!
For ALL of YOU MY LUFFLY Friends..I GIVE my HEART AWAY!
I LOVE YOU ALL, with all my HEART so That's ALL I have to SAY!
LOVE WELL AND LIVE LONG,
Hugs YOU all as ALWAYS.
Karen W.
Post by: Nobody's Confidant on 18/10/2007 16:43:51
Post by: Karen W. on 18/10/2007 16:54:45
Nice poems people
Thanks Ben.. Why don't you add some of your writing here eh?
Post by: Karen W. on 19/10/2007 04:20:33
makes things warm and happening!
Such a fun and playful atmosphere, thats
what we found tonight in here.
Hey, hey. the world is big and round, and look
just where our friends are found!
So good the learning and the smiles abound,
and laughs cross many miles resound!
Happy day all!
Post by: Nobody's Confidant on 19/10/2007 14:27:09
Post by: neilep on 19/10/2007 14:50:36
Receives it's bind when i take a dump !
LOL.......quality poemage....and ewe know it !!
Post by: kdlynn on 19/10/2007 15:02:26
Post by: neilep on 19/10/2007 15:13:08
that was beautiful neil
LOL.....
I sense sarcasm from the kdlynn
does she know she just made me grin ?!!
Quality !!
Thanks Kadie.......I don't have a patch on the real talent here !! [;)]
Post by: Carolyn on 19/10/2007 15:14:07
Oh my wool doth mat and clump
Receives it's bind when i take a dump !
LOL.......quality poemage....and ewe know it !!
Very nice.
Gawdddd, you're twisted! [;)]
Post by: neilep on 19/10/2007 15:19:01
The curry in my guts is twisting me !
LOL.....
Post by: neilep on 19/10/2007 15:25:56
To try and write some decent prose
Post by: Nobody's Confidant on 19/10/2007 16:30:33
Post by: Karen W. on 19/10/2007 17:54:45
Post by: Karen W. on 19/10/2007 17:59:55
Curse the demon who burns and cuts! What have i done to deserve the never ending eternity of pain and blindness?!
Ben These are very good..words I like your usage!
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 20/10/2007 21:10:43
Sun being mellow
Had lost it’s heat
People felt cold
And stamped their feet
Ground white over
Flaked with frost
Seasons change
Much to our cost
Trees laid bare
Without a leaf
On the ground
All had come to grief
Crinkly brown tinted with gold
Crunched underfoot by young and old
Spider webs seem out of place
Thick with dew hang into space
Plant life which we tend to keep
Gently fade away
In need of sleep
Wet dull mornings car wont start
Battery flat fair brakes your heart
Daffodils crocus within their cycle grow
In bitter weather still
Their vivid colour show
Little snowdrops with bells pure white
Proudly stand throughout savage winters bite
Migrating birds long since gone
To a climate where
The sun shines on
As flu abounds
Or a runny cold
Signals another years end
Towards making us old
AUTHOR KEN FLETCHER
BLACK COUNTY POET
A poem or two from my Late Father
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 20/10/2007 21:11:44
As you make your way through life
A sinner or a saint
I think the biggest crime of all
Is pretending to be
Something that you ain’t
You can talk about things you know
They say they know more
That’s when people catch them out
And know they are just a bore
If more people enjoyed life
And lived it to the full
Their mates would know
They told the truth
And not a load of bull
Author: Ken Fletcher
Black Country Peot
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 20/10/2007 21:12:58
Time we chase
Across an endless sky
As no wings
Yet seems to fly
Seconds rush swiftly
Like a flowing spring
Like a flash of lightning
Our life does pass
Which we tend to treasure and preserve
Throughout life’s everyday dash
From dawn till dusk
We try to cope
But ever passing of time
Gives us little scope
On and on like the sea years flow
And just like a cork
We get tossed to and fro
Everyone’s life around time revolve
A mystery which no one
Seems to ever solve
AUTHOR KEN FLETCHER
BLACK COUNTY POET
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 20/10/2007 21:16:05
The weather bleak
Home far away
Trenches filling with comrades
Before light of day
Brow cold from dripping sweat
Tired body shaking from battles roar
As a front line soldier had
Seen it all before
Thoughts dwell to a far off land
Way out of reach
To that nice little cottage
By a sandy beach
Some day this bitter war will cease
And my chances of
Survival increase
Time running out
Will soon be gone
With the rest of the lads
To a dreaded front line
Where battle rages on
Over the top lads
Came that commanding cry
All as one
They charge on by
Light seemed to end
Time had stood still
As another unsung hero
Fell never more to rise
At the foot of
His last hill
AUTHOR KEN FLETCHER
BLACK COUNTRY POET
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 20/10/2007 21:22:40
In a blaze of colour
Bursts forth an early spring
A multitude of plant life comes alive
And birds begin to sing
In the distance a lark calls from the sky
Bringing a peaceful feeling to all passing by
Summer clouds flow across the milky way
Wildlife of every breed
Flit along by light of day
My eager footsteps
Take me across fields so green
As my thoughts dwell on each breathtaking scene
A light wind softly caresses blossom filled trees
Surrounded by a swarm
Of hardworking bees
Year after year
Still have that same feeling
As I witness natures beauty
Get more revealing
Think’s if only the whole world could see
Such a beautiful show
That’s standing here in front of me
Not one or even two
But a hill covered
With a sea of blue
A host of bluebells
Stand out so proud
Impressive to each one
Of an ever increasing crowd
Another wonder of our world
A majestic sight that lies unfurled
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 20/10/2007 21:24:59
Miles of hedge row snake out
Across the land
Some manmade others nature planned
Each have a part to play
Helping wildlife survive
Throughout their stay
Birds can shelter among
Their branches high
And watch for marauders
That circle the sky
They divide the land
Section by section
While traveling along you can
View them in any direction
Farmers till the soil
And plant their crop
Some of which turn up
In your local shop
On a summers day
It’s a sight to be seen
As your eyes take in each
Refreshing scene
Rivers and streams wind lazily
Over the country side
Some straight and narrow
Others deep and wide
Livestock graze as they wander around
Anglers fish silently trying hard
Not to make a sound
As you roam over our pleasant land
You can only hope mankind
Will try to leave it
As nature planned
AUTHOR KEN FLETCHER
BLACK COUNTRY POET
Post by: Karen W. on 21/10/2007 05:52:10
Thanks so much for bringing verse back into the thread!
Post by: neilep on 21/10/2007 13:12:26
Wow Andrew Those are wonderful... It sounds like your dad loved to write and well he did!erhmmm !!! *cough cough*
Thanks so much for bringing verse back into the thread!
I agree, Andrew, thank you for sharing these wonderful poems that your dear father wrote.It's clear he had a passion for such wonderful verse and is such a wonderful celebration of prose that he leaves for you to share with us.
Though, I have to take issue with karens statements as I of course have been bringing verse of ' quality' back to the thread too !!
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 21/10/2007 14:52:48
Once again that dreaded sound
Fills the air
Sending people scurrying
Into shelters every where
Overhead enemy bombers
Have that deadly drone
Bringing fear and dread
To anyone being alone
Wave after wave
Seek their destination
As into the air
Go our salvation
Spitfires hurricanes
To name but a few
Backed up by gunners
Firemen police and medics too
While battle after battle
Is taking place
The way our lads and lasses fought
Was no disgrace
Wardens patrolled each street
At night
Making sure no one
A chink of light
In the face of bombs
Or a raging fire
Praise or bravery
Will come no higher
With a powerful barrage
And their job done
They watched in relief
At the departing hun
AUTHOR KEN FLETCHER
BLACK COUNTRY POET
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 21/10/2007 14:56:04
GETTING AWAY FROM IT ALL
Down velvet mountains
Flows a crystal spring
Gently ripples and to
Listening ears softly sing
Ever winding seems no end
As it twists and turns
With every bend
Sun brightly shines
From a clear blue sky
Adding warmth and cheerfulness
To all passing by
Wild birds sing
Rabbits run and play
Brightening up a glorious day
From fresh cut meadows wafts
The smell of new mown hay
Making a joyous relaxation
Throughout your stay
A refreshing feeling
Stems from a gentle breeze
As it softy caresses nature’s trees
In the country
People love to ramble
Down sandy banks
They slip and scramble
On and on mile after mile
As they clamber over countless style
Into a wilderness
Where insects bite and sting
Those eager ramblers follow the trail
Of that elusive spring
AUTHOR KEN FLETCHER
BLACK COUNTRY POET
Post by: neilep on 21/10/2007 15:23:49
Truly !!.....I presume he is unpublished yes ?.....shame !!
Post by: Karen W. on 21/10/2007 15:30:55
Wow Andrew Those are wonderful... It sounds like your dad loved to write and well he did!erhmmm !!! *cough cough*
Thanks so much for bringing verse back into the thread!
I agree, Andrew, thank you for sharing these wonderful poems that your dear father wrote.It's clear he had a passion for such wonderful verse and is such a wonderful celebration of prose that he leaves for you to share with us.
Though, I have to take issue with karens statements as I of course have been bringing verse of ' quality' back to the thread too !!
Yes Andrew These are wonderful. It is great of you to share them with us here.
And Neils right he has been trying to add color to the thread again as only he can do!!!! LOL Exception Noted Kind Sir! The Quality you add is sorely missed and greatly loved by us all! LOL!
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 21/10/2007 22:02:49
I have not yet fulfilled that promise to dad. One night while laying semi awake in bed, I heard dad's unmistakeable voice. He said I'm not talking to you Andrew. I was absolutely stunned to hear him and have searched for a logical explanation. I have no idea why I am telling you this, I think I just need to offload some of the burden his death has delivered to me.
I found a tape after clearing his house, it was a tape of his poems being read out on radio programmes. One however was read by Dad, I have not played it since.
The drug metformin killed Dad, I have done much homework on this drug. Metformin is given to people with type 2 diabetes. I begged Dad to throw the medication away, pleading with him to change his diet instead.
While Dad was dying in hospital with cancer of the pancreas, liver, and gall bladder, I turned to ask the doctor who had been doing diabetes tests on Dad and in front of my brother, his wife, my wife and myself, asked the Doctor a direct question.
That question was; Does my dad have type 2 diabetes? The reluctant answer came back No your father does not have type 2 diabetes.. Next question was; Has he ever had type 2 diabetes? Answer again was No.
Next question was. Why on earth has my father been prescribed a drug that is known to alter the cells in the liver and pancreas, (confirmed by a specialist in the U.S.A.).
Answer; Your father was given this drug just in case he developed type 2 diabetes?
Dad died of a very painful cancer which spread to many areas of his body. He died without taking so much as a single paracetamol! Such was his distrust in the medical profession. Dad lived with horrendous leg ulcers and his legs were like raw meat. He still managed to climb his ladder to clean windows right until retirement. I helped dad to heal his ulcers and dramatically reduce swelling and bulging veins when his bed was tilted back in 1996 if memory serves me correct. Occasionally his legs would break down, but recovered again in a few weeks. I suspect during the last months of his life he contracted MRSA in Russell’s Hall Hospital and my last memory of him was horrific.
WONDERFUL ANDREW,
Truly !!.....I presume he is unpublished yes ?.....shame !!
Post by: Carolyn on 21/10/2007 22:43:58
Post by: Karen W. on 22/10/2007 05:38:57
I also will listen and discuss with my doctor the bed therapy after surgery on Wednesday.. It may be a while.. but if we have moved in a timely manner I am hoping to heal and be able to give your bed incline a shot!
Your fathers writing is wonderful and full of life.. Thank you for sharing with us.
Post by: Nobody's Confidant on 22/10/2007 17:50:49
Post by: Karen W. on 23/10/2007 01:14:57
Post by: Nobody's Confidant on 23/10/2007 17:30:48
Hahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa just kidding.
Post by: Karen W. on 23/10/2007 18:54:54
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 24/10/2007 11:24:22
Unclothing, stripping it down and exposing the naked science
Naked Scientists peel away their sexy white coats in compliance
Doctors examine by defrocking, seldom mocking but sometimes shocking
Entertaining simplifying geological questions gets us really rocking
Radiating energy pulling and pushing keeps movement physically atomic
Specific fossils subjectively suggest the origin of repro-symbiotic
Tectonic Teamwork Tantalising Teachings are frequently postulated
Advancing Science and Education in Schools requires it to be debated
Never underestimate The Scientific Method as a path to the Truth
Diligently dedicated to unfolding the mysteries by searching for proof
Investigating and Searching for answers to problems? Send us your Queries
Notoriously Cautious analysing data of ideas, hypothesis, & exciting new theories
Gravity keeps our feet firmly on the ground and seeks some Universal compliance
Statisticians carefully analyse the maths crunching E = mc2 to prove the science
Children you are our Biologists, Physicists, chemists, and physiologists of tomorrow!
International Space Station experiments and micro-gravity are some of our stars
Environmental solutions to save our fragile Earth or sending rockets off to Mars
Nobel Prize Laureates, famous inventors, scientists, doctors & engineers we honour
Chemical reactions explode our minds and biological processes bewilder our souls
Experimentation producing solid irrefutable scientific explanation are our main goals [;D]
Post by: Karen W. on 24/10/2007 15:44:07
Post by: Alandriel on 27/10/2007 18:40:25
With your permission I'll show you some of mine though it's quite different from the things that have gone in here before.
I (used to) do a lot of creative writing together with other people, a kind of role play you could say, all in words.
It taught me a lot about the English language which after all is my 3rd and I still grapple with grammar, vocabulary and all the finer nuances of context.
But - it used to be a lot of fun and just perhaps you'll enjoy reading it too [:)]
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“You are telling me that none, NONE!... of these vessels will take up my commission? Alandriel’s voice, tight and controlled, held in check by the awe inspiring presence of the regal elf, nevertheless betrayed her exasperation.
“My lady, the Teleri’s tone was soothing and appeasing as he shook his head slightly, “I have tried to tell you for a few days now. There is nothing that I can do; maybe at a later time. “
Alandriel bowed in return and he soon disappeared amongst a small crowd of elves that had gathered by the pier.
Now what?
“Still no luck, aye?”
Alandriel turned around.
Leaning nonchalantly against a stack of crates, scraping a piece of wood with a knife, was the same rugged, dark haired man she had talked to on a few occasions these past days: by her reckoning a Ranger from the North; one of a few that since the end of the War of the Rings seemed to have made the Grey Havens, or rather it’s environs their haunt; for adjacent to the ancient harbour had sprung up a new settlement, a village of sorts: a trading outpost, ideally situated closer to the mouth of the river Lhûn.
Fishermen mostly lived there, trading their bounty from the rich estuary with the few farmers that determinedly scraped a meagre living off the marshy land. Infrequently river-men from the North hawked furs and ivory there, the latter even attracting the occasional dwarf from the Blue Mountains. Peace seemed to have driven some of the more adventurous folk to seek out new opportunities in the largely empty lands of the West. The village, despite being not much more than a shanty town had nevertheless the feel of a warm and close-knit if not vibrant place common to communities forced to work closely hand in hand.
Yet these were ‘normal’ folk; rugged, yes even rough, just like the man who had addressed her. What set him apart however were his eyes, the way he looked at her with that disconcertingly sharp gaze of his. What had brought the likes of him, for she had noted the presence of a few others, to the ancient and fading elf haven she could only guess. Maybe it had something to do with King Elessar’s renewed interest in the North and his resolve - so she had heard - to one day revive the old glory of what once had been the cities of the Kings of Arthedain. Mithlond after all had played an important role also as a port for many a party of allies, be it Númenorean or Gondorian. Maybe this Ranger had been sent to keep an eye out; and what better disguise than as in an official capacity of harbour master’s assistant?
Surely if she had been greatly troubled by the sudden exodus of many high lords and ladies some weeks ago and their subsequent return, others must have noticed too.
That is what had drawn her here: rumors of a great gathering in a mysterious place by the name of Tor-Ontó.
“No luck.” She sighed. “And there I was hoping that since the parties have all now returned, I would be able to secure passage.
“They are all taken. I’ve told you so before.” Another wood shaving fell to the ground. “See those?” With the knife he pointed briefly at the group of elves by the pier before returning to his carving.
“They have been waiting to set sail, now that the ships have returned…”
“Yet more elves are leaving these shores?”
He nodded and then lowered his voice so that Alandriel felt compelled to step closer in order to hear his words.
“They call themselves Cuiviémar, somewhere from the North. A strange sight - with their elaborately embroidered robes of grey or white, their thick fur cloaks. Dark haired yet fair. very fair so much so it is almost as if the light shines through them.
He lowered his hands and sheathed his blade, holding up the pointed piece of wood for her to see. “That will do.”
Alandriel nodded yet it was not the sharply pointed peg that held her attention but his last words. Some elves indeed could give that impression, especially the ones born under the light of the trees. Only once had she encountered such a being. But despite that only brief meeting, she could well understand the awe and uneasiness she had detected in the man’s voice.
Cuiviémar.
She only possessed a fleeting knowledge of the High Elven tongue but it had something to do with ‘to awake’, ‘awakening’. The exact term she had never heard before, of that she was certain yet it reminded her of another word.
Elves from the North?
Where from the North? By the looks of them and the manner of their attire they certainly had not come from any ‘North’ that she knew. And why were they leaving now? Did that have anything to do with what she had begun to suspect? To fear? Was he trying to tell her something? She looked at him sharply yet he only grinned back crookedly. Exasperatedly she sighed and pulled the hood of her cloak over her head. She knew she would not get anything further out of him. She had tried before - a few times and all in vain.
“Well then, let me know if a vessel becomes available, ANY vessel. Please! It is most urgent. You can find me…..”
“Yes, yes I know, my lady,” he said almost mockingly, “at the House of the Seven Stars, you’ve told me a few times already.”
Strange woman, and quite insane, wanting to set off this early in the year, and going North, of all places, he mused, watching the woman climb the stairs that lead to the promenade lining the harbour area. As she vanished into one of the many alleys he sighed and retrieved the large leather-bound harbour log from atop the stack of crates. So slight, almost fragile but my, her hair is the colour of her spirit! Don’t envy the captain that will take her on…..if indeed there is one foolish enough to do so; for that amount, why, she could purchase a new ketch!
His gaze wandered over the harbour and then he grinned. A single mast sailing boat, smaller than the elven vessels yet well built from some dark wood he did not recognize was just rounding the pier in search for suitable anchorage.
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Post by: Carolyn on 27/10/2007 18:56:59
Post by: Karen W. on 27/10/2007 19:45:39
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 27/10/2007 20:21:56
Nice flow and feel about your scribblings draws you in to the fictional world instantly leaving you thirsting for more. Loved the hobbit and Lord of the Rings, my son is into Terry Pratchet.
Did you see the message in my earlier post :)
Naked Scientists What’s that all about then?
Namaste
Post by: Alandriel on 27/10/2007 20:28:26
As I said, this is part of a multi-writer story so I can't possibly reproduce it here (besides, it'll take up too much space). You can, however, read it up where it was originally posted (and now gathers dust I suppose).
The link is HERE (http://forums.theonering.com/viewtopic.php?t=78080&postdays=0&postorder=desc&start=90). You'll have to read 'backwards' though (scroll to the bottom and then read UP) to get things in sequence.
It was a fun story though with so many people involved you can imagine that keeping it going can be a challenge. We did vow to one day continue writing and perhaps some of us will.
ohh..... Andrew posted while I typed this. Namaste telurien [:)] you honour me friend!
Message? What message? - no worries though, I know how to 'stalk' [;D]
Post by: Karen W. on 27/10/2007 20:33:10
Post by: Nobody's Confidant on 29/10/2007 16:52:02
Sharing writing is a wonderful thing. [:)]Hahahaaaaaaaaaa yeah, much better than mine.
With your permission I'll show you some of mine though it's quite different from the things that have gone in here before.
I (used to) do a lot of creative writing together with other people, a kind of role play you could say, all in words.
It taught me a lot about the English language which after all is my 3rd and I still grapple with grammar, vocabulary and all the finer nuances of context.
But - it used to be a lot of fun and just perhaps you'll enjoy reading it too [:)]
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“You are telling me that none, NONE!... of these vessels will take up my commission? Alandriel’s voice, tight and controlled, held in check by the awe inspiring presence of the regal elf, nevertheless betrayed her exasperation.
“My lady, the Teleri’s tone was soothing and appeasing as he shook his head slightly, “I have tried to tell you for a few days now. There is nothing that I can do; maybe at a later time. “
Alandriel bowed in return and he soon disappeared amongst a small crowd of elves that had gathered by the pier.
Now what?
“Still no luck, aye?”
Alandriel turned around.
Leaning nonchalantly against a stack of crates, scraping a piece of wood with a knife, was the same rugged, dark haired man she had talked to on a few occasions these past days: by her reckoning a Ranger from the North; one of a few that since the end of the War of the Rings seemed to have made the Grey Havens, or rather it’s environs their haunt; for adjacent to the ancient harbour had sprung up a new settlement, a village of sorts: a trading outpost, ideally situated closer to the mouth of the river Lhûn.
Fishermen mostly lived there, trading their bounty from the rich estuary with the few farmers that determinedly scraped a meagre living off the marshy land. Infrequently river-men from the North hawked furs and ivory there, the latter even attracting the occasional dwarf from the Blue Mountains. Peace seemed to have driven some of the more adventurous folk to seek out new opportunities in the largely empty lands of the West. The village, despite being not much more than a shanty town had nevertheless the feel of a warm and close-knit if not vibrant place common to communities forced to work closely hand in hand.
Yet these were ‘normal’ folk; rugged, yes even rough, just like the man who had addressed her. What set him apart however were his eyes, the way he looked at her with that disconcertingly sharp gaze of his. What had brought the likes of him, for she had noted the presence of a few others, to the ancient and fading elf haven she could only guess. Maybe it had something to do with King Elessar’s renewed interest in the North and his resolve - so she had heard - to one day revive the old glory of what once had been the cities of the Kings of Arthedain. Mithlond after all had played an important role also as a port for many a party of allies, be it Númenorean or Gondorian. Maybe this Ranger had been sent to keep an eye out; and what better disguise than as in an official capacity of harbour master’s assistant?
Surely if she had been greatly troubled by the sudden exodus of many high lords and ladies some weeks ago and their subsequent return, others must have noticed too.
That is what had drawn her here: rumors of a great gathering in a mysterious place by the name of Tor-Ontó.
“No luck.” She sighed. “And there I was hoping that since the parties have all now returned, I would be able to secure passage.
“They are all taken. I’ve told you so before.” Another wood shaving fell to the ground. “See those?” With the knife he pointed briefly at the group of elves by the pier before returning to his carving.
“They have been waiting to set sail, now that the ships have returned…”
“Yet more elves are leaving these shores?”
He nodded and then lowered his voice so that Alandriel felt compelled to step closer in order to hear his words.
“They call themselves Cuiviémar, somewhere from the North. A strange sight - with their elaborately embroidered robes of grey or white, their thick fur cloaks. Dark haired yet fair. very fair so much so it is almost as if the light shines through them.
He lowered his hands and sheathed his blade, holding up the pointed piece of wood for her to see. “That will do.”
Alandriel nodded yet it was not the sharply pointed peg that held her attention but his last words. Some elves indeed could give that impression, especially the ones born under the light of the trees. Only once had she encountered such a being. But despite that only brief meeting, she could well understand the awe and uneasiness she had detected in the man’s voice.
Cuiviémar.
She only possessed a fleeting knowledge of the High Elven tongue but it had something to do with ‘to awake’, ‘awakening’. The exact term she had never heard before, of that she was certain yet it reminded her of another word.
Elves from the North?
Where from the North? By the looks of them and the manner of their attire they certainly had not come from any ‘North’ that she knew. And why were they leaving now? Did that have anything to do with what she had begun to suspect? To fear? Was he trying to tell her something? She looked at him sharply yet he only grinned back crookedly. Exasperatedly she sighed and pulled the hood of her cloak over her head. She knew she would not get anything further out of him. She had tried before - a few times and all in vain.
“Well then, let me know if a vessel becomes available, ANY vessel. Please! It is most urgent. You can find me…..”
“Yes, yes I know, my lady,” he said almost mockingly, “at the House of the Seven Stars, you’ve told me a few times already.”
Strange woman, and quite insane, wanting to set off this early in the year, and going North, of all places, he mused, watching the woman climb the stairs that lead to the promenade lining the harbour area. As she vanished into one of the many alleys he sighed and retrieved the large leather-bound harbour log from atop the stack of crates. So slight, almost fragile but my, her hair is the colour of her spirit! Don’t envy the captain that will take her on…..if indeed there is one foolish enough to do so; for that amount, why, she could purchase a new ketch!
His gaze wandered over the harbour and then he grinned. A single mast sailing boat, smaller than the elven vessels yet well built from some dark wood he did not recognize was just rounding the pier in search for suitable anchorage.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Post by: Karen W. on 29/10/2007 17:31:35
Post by: Nobody's Confidant on 30/10/2007 16:41:28
Post by: Karen W. on 30/10/2007 16:44:11
Post by: Karen W. on 04/01/2008 07:15:55
The wind is slapping violently against my windows..
The rain is pounding down. My mind is filled with
morbid thoughts theres a part of me that can't be found.
The sleep I need I cannot find such worries so heavy on my mind.
I pull the covers up tight and secure but still I have a nagging fear.
So many years of pain and regrets so many things I wish to forget.
Where is love? Where is peace? In this world has it all ceased...?
Time slipped so quickly through my hands, never allowing for my own plans.
I once stood independent, strong, tall, now I feel so very small.
Life is funny the turns it takes. Its times like now I want to hit the
breaks. Slow it down, and let me stay on, but the merry Go round keeps
playing its song, round and round it goes again,I want it to slow down..but never end!
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 04/01/2008 10:39:34
Great words though and thought provoking.
Post by: Karen W. on 04/01/2008 16:54:36
Post by: Karen W. on 06/01/2008 06:26:39
Last night again I struggled to find sleep.
Every way I turned I found no peace.
Every sound was dulled by the pounding pain,
droning away inside my brain.
Pulsating, echoing in my ears, sending
my heart racing and my eyes filling with tears.
Flickering flames from the fire,close by,
Helps bring the warmth and dries my eyes.
The hours pass slowly here, sitting alone in my soft
chair.It's warm and comforting I must say, to see the
sun rise on each new day. To hear the raindrops upon
my roof, makes me happy to hear them too....
And oh...the moon what a lovely site, with all the stars
twinkling in the night...The brisk cold air when I open
the door, how it stirs and chills me to my core. To snuggle
back down into my chair, and close my eyes if I dare.
What will the morning bring to me? When I open my eyes,
what will I see? I struggle to know why I fear it so,
just to close my eyes and let it all go.It gives me peace
to know for sure, that love is good and true and pure.
If All I leave in this world is love,I pray that, that
is good enough. It is not wealth or material gain but the
gift of my heart of which I gave. I have given such love and
taken it in, and it fills me up... again and again.
Its that which I hold so dear to my heart, the love I've
been given that I'll take when I part. A place that no evil
or pain can ever touch, this place in my heart that has been
loved so very much.
Karen
Post by: neilep on 06/01/2008 17:13:44
You always write from the heart......
Post by: Karen W. on 06/01/2008 17:25:51
Post by: neilep on 06/01/2008 18:55:41
Thank you, I know no other way.
This is great....it proves you're a natural....just like you are with the diagram thingy !!
Post by: Karen W. on 06/01/2008 20:13:20
Post by: Nobody's Confidant on 07/01/2008 17:54:27
My GiftI'm not much for poetry but that's great.
Last night again I struggled to find sleep.
Every way I turned I found no peace.
Every sound was dulled by the pounding pain,
droning away inside my brain.
Pulsating, echoing in my ears, sending
my heart racing and my eyes filling with tears.
Flickering flames from the fire,close by,
Helps bring the warmth and dries my eyes.
The hours pass slowly here, sitting alone in my soft
chair.It's warm and comforting I must say, to see the
sun rise on each new day. To hear the raindrops upon
my roof, makes me happy to hear them too....
And oh...the moon what a lovely site, with all the stars
twinkling in the night...The brisk cold air when I open
the door, how it stirs and chills me to my core. To snuggle
back down into my chair, and close my eyes if I dare.
What will the morning bring to me? When I open my eyes,
what will I see? I struggle to know why I fear it so,
just to close my eyes and let it all go.It gives me peace
to know for sure, that love is good and true and pure.
If All I leave in this world is love,I pray that, that
is good enough. It is not wealth or material gain but the
gift of my heart of which I gave. I have given such love and
taken it in, and it fills me up... again and again.
Its that which I hold so dear to my heart, the love I've
been given that I'll take when I part. A place that no evil
or pain can ever touch, this place in my heart that has been
loved so very much.
Karen
Post by: Karen W. on 07/01/2008 17:57:36
Post by: Vcoolspice on 16/01/2008 19:22:20
Love me in the Summer, when the sky is oh so blue,
Love me in the Autumn, when the leaves are turning brown,
Love me in the Winter, when the snow is falling down.
Love me when I'm happy, and even when I'm sad,
Love me when I'm good, or when I'm oh so bad,
Love me when I'm pretty, or if my face is plain,
Love me when I'm feeling good, or when I'm feeling pain.
Love me always darlin', in the rain or shining sun,
Love me always darlin', after all is said and done,
Love me always darlin', until all our life is through,
Love me always darlin', for I'll be lovin' you!
(my sister's not mine)
Post by: Karen W. on 16/01/2008 20:36:59
Post by: Vcoolspice on 16/01/2008 20:49:07
That is very pretty! It was nice of you to share it here in the forum!
Post by: Karen W. on 16/01/2008 22:31:23
Post by: Karen W. on 06/02/2008 03:19:10
<font size="4"><i><font color="green">Autumn leaves falling</font id="green">
<font color="red">Dance upon a breeze</font id="red">
<font color="orange">Kaleidoscope of colour</font id="orange">
<font color="brown">Sleep cascading trees</i></font id="size4"></font id="brown">
"The explanation requiring the fewest assumptions is most likely to be correct."
K.I.S. "Keep it simple!"
I really Like this poem Andrew! Very nice!
Post by: Karen W. on 25/02/2008 11:31:53
Yesterday was full of dreams, swimming round my head it seems..
Filling gaps and empty space, putting smiles on my old face!
What lies ahead I know not today, What was past has passed away!
Memories sweet and soft and true, sweet sweet thoughts of me and you.
Today like a lightening strike, your memories passed through me like the night
leaving me shivering in a synthetic light!
I wish I knew just what to do...So much sorrow in a world so blue!
Can it all be, but an illusion, caught within, with such confusion?
I'll close my eyes to dream again...and always keep it safe within.
That light I saw was bright and rare..I'll take it with me when I leave here!
karen W.
Post by: science_guy on 05/05/2008 01:14:29
and now to you I bestow this quote,
hold it in your hearts forever:
To each man what floats his boat,
unless it would sink another's.
Post by: Karen W. on 05/05/2008 03:20:32
Post by: Nobody's Confidant on 05/05/2008 13:23:48
as per karen's request:What?
and now to you I bestow this quote,
hold it in your hearts forever:
To each man what floats his boat,
unless it would sink another's.
Post by: Karen W. on 05/05/2008 19:29:12
Post by: science_guy on 06/05/2008 04:54:33
the first part is me trying to tell you to live by this edict. [;D]
Post by: Nobody's Confidant on 06/05/2008 13:12:46
How does this thread keep coming back?
Post by: Karen W. on 06/05/2008 15:07:11
Post by: Nobody's Confidant on 06/05/2008 17:23:25
Its one of my favorites .. why don't you post your writting.. I will soon.I don't have any.
Post by: Karen W. on 06/05/2008 18:04:16
Post by: Carolyn on 06/05/2008 22:22:14
Post by: Nobody's Confidant on 07/05/2008 13:04:09
Post by: Karen W. on 07/05/2008 22:09:33
Post by: Karen W. on 18/07/2008 09:58:35
Yesterday
The summer ended and a warm breeze still filled the fall trees with the slightest nip in the air.
Colors changing and leaves dancing about the boughs at a slightly lively pace,
Others breaking away as if frightened by the nip that slapped at them as they sashayed about!
Days passing and skies growing darker the bitterness of winter trying to edge out the sweetness of the summer sun... yet still the warm sensations of that lovely summer hung on for dear life although it struggled in a painful manner, trying to retain the warmth and feelings it had stirred in heat of the season.. Such passion it spread such joy it brought.. a warmth that never a winter could erase.....
As cold and brutal as the winter its bitterness brings yet another passion,tumultuous storms stirring up the air sending a cold rain down, causing a shivering cringe of ripples in its path, a coolness that temporarily blocks out the joyous warmth and brings with it a new sharp icy cold that sends animals into their shelters and humans into their homes inviting a physical warmth to stir amongst the nester's cuddled within their walls. Longing for the heat from the sun and finding that warmth within themselves.. in their nurturing and loving manners.. warmth reins true to form and yonder skies see no sun hovering, but a cool blanket of snow and a bitter wind that blows sharply against all that brave its rage. Soon the days are warm and the coolness eases again as new growth springs forward and new life emerges from the heat of the nests and the sun begins to dance across the morning skies warming the soil and air, as the wind still stirs its restless breaths amongst the trees and across the blossoming fields of green!
Yes, the sun brightens the world and fills us all with a heady aroma of flowers and a drying of the ground, sending me off into a wonderful world of memories of sweetest warmest summer of my existence...The memories a cold winter could never erase, a memory of dreams of love and life and a joy I will cherish for the rest of my life..
The summer ended and a warm breeze still filled the fall trees with the slightest nip in the air.
Colors changing and leaves dancing about the boughs at a slightly lively pace,
Others breaking away as if frightened by the nip that slapped at them as they sashayed about!
Days passing and skies growing darker the bitterness of winter trying to edge out the sweetness of the summer sun... yet still the warm sensations of that lovely summer hung on for dear life although it struggled in a painful manner, trying to retain the warmth and feelings it had stirred in heat of the season.. Such passion it spread such joy it brought.. a warmth that never a winter could erase.....
As cold and brutal as the winter its bitterness brings yet another passion,tumultuous storms stirring up the air sending a cold rain down, causing a shivering cringe of ripples in its path, a coolness that temporarily blocks out the joyous warmth and brings with it a new sharp icy cold that sends animals into their shelters and humans into their homes inviting a physical warmth to stir amongst the nester's cuddled within their walls. Longing for the heat from the sun and finding that warmth within themselves.. in their nurturing and loving manners.. warmth reins true to form and yonder skies see no sun hovering, but a cool blanket of snow and a bitter wind that blows sharply against all that brave its rage. Soon the days are warm and the coolness eases again as new growth springs forward and new life emerges from the heat of the nests and the sun begins to dance across the morning skies warming the soil and air, as the wind still stirs its restless breaths amongst the trees and across the blossoming fields of green!
Yes, the sun brightens the world and fills us all with a heady aroma of flowers and a drying of the ground, sending me off into a wonderful world of memories of sweetest warmest summer of my existence...The memories a cold winter could never erase, a memory of dreams of love and life and a joy I will cherish for the rest of my life..
Post by: Karen W. on 20/07/2008 10:39:05
Come dance with me and feel my heart as it pounds
so close to yours...
Come kiss me sweet upon my neck as we glide across
the floor...
Come whisper love into my ears, with breath so sweet
and warm...
Come pull me close into your arms and keep me safe
from harm ...
Come raise the hairs upon my skin, with touches soft
and sweet...
Come dance with me forever and our lives will be
complete...
Come hold me now and tell me that you'll never
let me go...
Come tell me with a reverence that you'll always
love me so...
Come kiss me now and hold me tight and stay with me
each night...
Come lay beside me in the dark, and fill my nights
with life...
Come caress my breasts and stroke my face with your
fingers oh so right...
Come join with me and one we'll be, into the
morning light...
Come fly with me and be my love, my heart,my soul,
my life!
Post by: Hadrian on 22/07/2008 11:58:09
Post by: Karen W. on 22/07/2008 21:08:28
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 22/07/2008 21:42:03
I just scribbled this after being inspired by you
Silence flows like a babbling brook across smooth stones
Glistening shimmering waters edge beckons out for chilling
Crayfish follow and challenge teasing toe moments
Trout leaping to touch a silvery moon fall and anoint our thoughts
A heron stabs and studies and stabs some more and quickly swallows
Wolf calls but seldom seen we feel its soulful knoll play upon our spine
Looking for those calculating eyes amid the pines and nettle
We quickly gather thoughts with pace and run for steam and kettle
The door is closed the room is dark the cup is filled and bed is calling
Heart pounding we extend our ears to night and tomorrow seek another fright
Written 22 July 08
Andrew K Fletcher
Post by: Karen W. on 22/07/2008 22:55:54
Yours is very beautiful.. and speaks so beautifully of from your heart .. You really should delight us with more of your talented writings.. very deep meaning that I find within them.. Thanks Andrew!
Post by: Hadrian on 23/07/2008 19:45:15
Post by: Karen W. on 23/07/2008 19:50:27
Thanks Hadrian!
Post by: Hadrian on 23/07/2008 19:55:50
Here is the link to the right section
http://www.activity4life.com/forum/index.php?topic=9.0
Post by: Karen W. on 23/07/2008 20:12:01
do post your work also on the Activity4Life forum it would be most welcome............
All done!!
Post by: Hadrian on 25/07/2008 00:08:05
Post by: Karen W. on 25/07/2008 12:12:03
Post by: Karen W. on 16/08/2008 09:35:29
Around and around my tail goes,
my heart is beating fast!
Trying to catch that tail of mine,
but its moving way to fast..
Like a dog who's caught its tail,
and chews and chews all day..
I stand up tall and think I've won,
but then it runs away!
Oh my word,that circle turns so fast,
I am completely out of breath!
Its a never ending chore it is,
cause my tails attached to my a**!
Post by: Karen W. on 28/08/2008 10:27:16
The creaking sounds of heat and wood a house settling down in place.
The buzz off to the left, of a mosquito's buzzy hum.
The quiet dripping faucet, from a tub that needs to be plumbed.
The high pitched sound of a refrigerator, I hear from another room.
It brings a feeling of loneliness, sadness, and gloom.
I hear the dog stir in his sleep, a dream of play, I think.
The muscles twitch the eyes move fast, a clue of fun from days gone past!
The heat remains from earlier still, My sleep will not come now.
Restless hot and tired and sweat upon my brow.
So tired I am from life's trials, so much Ive done with loads of smiles.
Tonight I sit here all alone and wonder where my life has gone.
The day I sat and watched TV and let my brain decay,
Then there was a day I prayed, That God would take it all away.
Sometimes when I was all alone and darkness did descend.
I cried many nights for God that time would for me, soon end.
And when my cries went on deafened ears, My heart withdrew from me,
And somewhere back in that struggle I was lost somewhere at sea.
So loud the sounds ones soul does make,
when alone in the world..I shiver and shake..
I hate the sounds from inside the dark, the place within my soul..
It grinds and ebbs against my heart like the tide upon the shore
It washes in, it washes out, the emotions that flood my mind!
Like sands upon the beach in the memories of time.
I wonder now these long long nights, what lies ahead for me....?
Is it done this life of mine? Is silence whats left for me...?
I hate the quiet, so lonesome here, when the soul cries out to be free.
Give me strength to carry on until My Heart finds me!
Post by: Karen W. on 01/09/2008 23:55:09
You are the treasure of my heart, and the peace in my soul. Your the
love of my life and you make me whole.
You are sun in the sky on a dark, gloomy day...Your the moon and the
stars when the fogs in the way....
You are my world when the walls, seem to fall. You are my strength,
when I have none at all.
You are the light that lights my way... You are reason I wake every day.
You are my treasure, my prize, worth holding. You have given me life,
and love without folding.....
A treasure I cherish, my life is complete, all my love I give away,
and lay at your feet......
Karen W.
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 02/10/2008 19:59:03
Today
Heated at the furnace, forged from toil
Quenched in sweat, and hardened by time,
Kissed by airborne molten steel
Fed on promise and humble pie,
I dine but not alone, my needs are few
But fewer still my gains
Today I laugh
laying awake, glary eyed and cold,
Disbelieve the sadness that unfolds
Remembering schools, the emphasise placed
On using tools, Learn a trade and skills
To strive for higher goals
The lesson learned is how to fight
Today I smile
Sitting alone on Buryhill Bank
So quiet now, tranquillised by deprivation
Yesterday Hooters sound, Stampings slam
Smoke belching from every orifice
Lights like thousands of fireflies
Pulsate memories now
Today I think
Northward bound in search of hope
I stare in disbelief
Foundations where proud factories stood
Desolation far as my eyes can see
Sickened angry, yet for the people sad
Was this bombsite Sheffield?
Is progress really shopping-malls?
Today I wipe a tear from my chin
You know what you have done
More destruction than Hitler caused
Everywhere I look I see your mark
Remember this,
He who soweth nothing shall reapeth the same
Sit on your money pile but guard it well today
By Andrew K Fletcher enduring Thatcherism
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Heated at the furnace, forged from toil
Quenched in sweat, and hardened by time,
Kissed by airborne molten steel
Fed on promise and humble pie,
I dine but not alone, my needs are few
But fewer still my gains
Today I laugh
laying awake, glary eyed and cold,
Disbelieve the sadness that unfolds
Remembering schools, the emphasise placed
On using tools, Learn a trade and skills
To strive for higher goals
The lesson learned is how to fight
Today I smile
Sitting alone on Buryhill Bank
So quiet now, tranquillised by deprivation
Yesterday Hooters sound, Stampings slam
Smoke belching from every orifice
Lights like thousands of fireflies
Pulsate memories now
Today I think
Northward bound in search of hope
I stare in disbelief
Foundations where proud factories stood
Desolation far as my eyes can see
Sickened angry, yet for the people sad
Was this bombsite Sheffield?
Is progress really shopping-malls?
Today I wipe a tear from my chin
You know what you have done
More destruction than Hitler caused
Everywhere I look I see your mark
Remember this,
He who soweth nothing shall reapeth the same
Sit on your money pile but guard it well today
By Andrew K Fletcher enduring Thatcherism
Post by: Karen W. on 23/10/2008 08:20:41
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 23/10/2008 09:06:37
The droning sound the computer makes, the screens bright glowing face!
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 23/10/2008 09:14:38
Great poems by the way, you have quite a talent Karen
PS if you and Adrian would like to copy my scribbling to the other website you both mentioned earlier, please feel free to do so.
Andrew
My Treasure
You are the treasure of my heart, and the peace in my soul. Your the
love of my life and you make me whole.
You are sun in the sky on a dark, gloomy day...Your the moon and the
stars when the fogs in the way....
You are my world when the walls, seem to fall. You are my strength,
when I have none at all.
You are the light that lights my way... You are reason I wake every day.
You are my treasure, my prize, worth holding. You have given me life,
and love without folding.....
A treasure I cherish, my life is complete, all my love I give away,
and lay at your feet......
Karen W.
Post by: Karen W. on 23/10/2008 09:29:11
Well It flooded here tonight.. oh how the river flows.. you would think with all the times one cries, that there might be a a long drawn out dry spell... but NO... The river flows and the world turns round and life goes on and the tears never stay away too long.. It's gotten to where I think they are there to remind us that we are still alive and still breathing!
I remember a time when The wells went dry, and the sun stopped shining, and the moon ceased its awesome glow,,.. and time ceased for me... my life stopped like a carousel shutdown.. turned off... and left alone in the dark of the night.... No laughter, no smiles, no sounds.. An emptiness that was so dark like nothingness encompassing me..then I ceased to be... It was cold there, no warmth, no sensations, or real feelings one way or the other, no touches to touch my skin, or my heart.....
A long time passed for me in that place... then one day I heard a voice, a friendly voice soft and kind.. and the next day.. more ...Then suddenly I was awake and the flood gates let loose and there were so many emotions inside of me... such pain... such agony... and memories good and bad...dancing around in my head... I remember thinking I was having the most hellish dream of my life... but instead it wasn't a dream... it was me, really feeling, really having tears, and feeling the sun on my face, and hearing laughter from children, and seeing smiles on passing people's faces... Feeling joy, and warmth, dancing hand in hand with the bad, cold things.. warming me taking the edge off the cold bitterness I have inside of me. Wrapping me like a blanket with wet salty warm tears..... Not bad but good cleansing tears....
Needing so much to find smiles and to fill my heart with love,happiness,joy, and warmth to help me.. move forward, and feel good, and alive again! Just want and need to feel alive again....
Did you ever feel like this...?
Post by: Karen W. on 23/10/2008 09:50:06
This threads a great place to come. Thank's for keeping it alive Karen. Hopefully we may inspire some more scribblings for those that read it.
Great poems by the way, you have quite a talent Karen
PS if you and Hadrian would like to copy my scribbling to the other website you both mentioned earlier, please feel free to do so.
AndrewMy Treasure
You are the treasure of my heart, and the peace in my soul. Your the
love of my life and you make me whole.
You are sun in the sky on a dark, gloomy day...Your the moon and the
stars when the fogs in the way....
You are my world when the walls, seem to fall. You are my strength,
when I have none at all.
You are the light that lights my way... You are reason I wake every day.
You are my treasure, my prize, worth holding. You have given me life,
and love without folding.....
A treasure I cherish, my life is complete, all my love I give away,
and lay at your feet......
Karen W.
Thanks Andrew.. It is so nice of you to say those things.. Thank you.. I would be happy to read more of your work.. and they are so welcome here... I will post a few in the forum as you have written them here.. Hadrian will Love that!
I too hope that others will once again participate in this thread as there are many very talented writers in our little science forum.. I do so miss the words....
Thanks Andrew!
Post by: Karen W. on 23/10/2008 09:57:37
I don't want to go there Karen sounds like a pretty grim place to me. Must have been a dark time for you?Actually My computer has kept me sane.... .. but it an awful noise when the house is still.. and I can't sleep!The droning sound the computer makes, the screens bright glowing face!
Yes, it can be a grim place to be...and is indeed a low spot for sure..... I am glad you won't soon if ever be going there.. its not a recommended place to take a trip!
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 23/10/2008 10:08:37
I turned to my wife and said, “You see all of these people here dressed to impress, they do not contribute anything to the global economy, it is all smoke and mirrors, adding that every single one of them is feeding off the backs of the working class and it is a tremendous burden for people to carry on their already over burdened shoulders. One day the smoke will clear from the mirrors and people will see for themselves how useless these grossly overpaid controllers really are.
When Thatcher destroyed our once proud manufacturing capabilities and taxation together with rising fuel costs made absolutely certain that it would never return, we were told that London would become the business centre of the whole world.
No one believed it at the time. And why would they if this power house could not even run it’s own industry what bloody chance does it have of running other countries industries?
When a country stops producing it becomes a major importer of goods. Shopping malls replace factories and service industries thrive fore a short time. People who used to be able to afford to buy the goods from the local shops, with their meagre wages and have a pint and a smoke at the local pub find they can’t afford to eat and keep their homes warm. The local pub, once somewhere to have a warm and socialise over a hard earned pint, now forces it’s loyal customers to sit outside in the cold and rain, where gangs of passing youth’s pick them off one by one, even kicking them to death or stabbing them. We know, our family lost a young harmless lad aged 19 outside one such pub.
And now the true nature of the well suited Bankers with a capital W is finally exposed and the day of reckoning has descended upon their greedy self serving shameful misuse of power, who is left to pick up the tab?
After all, they did the maths, had computer projections, computer models, it all added up on those same important bits of paper my wife and I walked over on the day in London.
Andrew K Fletcher
Post by: Karen W. on 23/10/2008 10:16:28
Post by: Don_1 on 23/10/2008 11:38:58
As a small businessman, I pay tax which the government has handed over to the banks to the tune of £30m for them to lend to me + interest.
I pay interest on the my money which I lend to the banks to lend to me!!!
New dictionary entry
Bank (ba-ng-k) noun - System of legalised extortion
Post by: ImPenniless on 23/10/2008 17:42:54
Let them eat away your flesh
Doesn’t make a difference
When your life’s a concrete mesh
Stand resolute with arrogance
And smile atop the hill
Survey of all you view from there
And own this bitter pill
Just take what all they throw at you,
Deflect it to the shadow
Absorb the crunch, the slap of face
And a smile will there to follow
You’re down the ebb, it’s occasional
It feels unjust, a bitter-cordial
Take a breath and hold elation
There’s joy in there ‘withinhalation ‘
Now take that grief and wring it’s neck
Create from it a nervous wreck
Ship it out to sea in depth
Chuck it out ,there’s nothing left
Reprieve yourself of what you toil
Become the shiny side of foil
Exist your life and free the wind
Let ‘hurts’ dilute and be thick-skinned
You know there’s light ?
There is you know ?
Little specs that start to grow
All you need is let them show
To feel such loss absurd this notion
Wasteful such to use emotion
Up the stairway, spread those wings
Fly to where the lovelight sings
Be cautious waste emotional woe
Where many fail, is where you’ll go
It’s just a rut so climb on out
Let light develop from sorry drought
Endings are beginnings
Finales are the start
Inject the end of these silly words
To the need that won’t depart
You’ll feel the want for sentient food
It’s just a change of attitude
Focus where the need is blurred
Sharpen wits and be yourself heard.
Post by: Karen W. on 23/10/2008 20:17:35
Welcome to the forum Impenniless.
Its nice to have new blood in here...
Hope you enjoy our facilites.....
Post by: Karen W. on 24/10/2008 10:36:19
I ain't sleeping and neither are you! LOL..
Sorry My poetic fingers have taken leave of my brain and
there is someone else in my head!!! HEE HEE HEE
Post by: Karen W. on 24/10/2008 10:54:42
reflections of my wasted past.
Chocolate morsels sweet and bitter,
not very pretty with little glitter.
Sugary stickiness melted my heart,
Now such sweets must soon depart.
Wasted sugar is all I see..
Now to drink a bitter cup of tea.
Cotton Candy the sugar spins...
swirling round and round again..
Wrap me sweet inside your strings,
but this time, let my soul to sing!
Cotton Candy spun like glass..
maybe this time it will last!
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 08/11/2008 11:49:03
Our car broke down on the A303, Managed to find a place to pull in before the car ground to a halt and lifted the bonnet to find out what was wrong. Noticed some old rusty tools and plumbing bits scattered around the pull in but took no notice. Asked Jude to try the car again because I could not find anything wrong, the car fired up first time and for 2 e years that we kept it after, it never broke down again. Anyway, we drove away on our long journey and about 5 minutes after pulling away, I turned to Jude, who I know can't whistle, just to see if it was here that was whistling a tune I knew but could not quite remember, to find she was also looking at me to see if I was whistling. Both of us looked very puzzled as no radio was on in the car. Jude said someone must have got in the car with us. No one visible at least got in the car as I would have known about it. Jude looked in the back to make sure adding “If anyone is I the car with us, we don’t mind and you are very welcome to stay with us. A little further down the road the same tune though somewhat quieter echoed around the car and again we looked at each other. We never heard the whistling again.
A few days later I realised the name of the tune that we heard from the cryptically whistling part, which appeared to come from the back seats of the car.
That was also really spooky because the song title was “looking back over your shoulder”, which was exactly what my wife and I had been doing along the darkened early morning journey after our very odd break down, me being a good mechanic and all. I then learned the tune was by Mike and the Mechanics. Now this was becoming too much of a coincidence to bear. I have to understand something or it simply is not happening. Yet that night it definitely did happen and to this day I do not have an explanation for it.
Jude is into spiritual stuff. Me, well not a great fan of the most haunted programmes to put it mildly. She said someone must have got in the car with us that morning during the darkened hours. I just told a friend the same story here at our home and showed the video of Mike and the Mechanics only for him to point out it is a grave yard scene. Gulp…….
Post by: Karen W. on 08/11/2008 17:15:29
Post by: blakestyger on 11/11/2008 19:17:42
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
-- William Butler Yeats, January 1919
Post by: Karen W. on 11/11/2008 21:33:07
Post by: Karen W. on 03/12/2008 09:24:34
A Sorting Out Of Life
Sorting things out is not an easy chore..
Trying to end a marriage and to close an old old door...
There's this gapping hole that bleeds you dry..
Leaves you bitter and makes you cry!
Just when you think your strong enough,
Thats when things get really rough.
Cleaning a drawer with things of old ..
My Daughters Lock of Hair, I hold....
Sending memories flooding into my head,
Like a spider spinning a complex web.
The day we cut it was hell to pay!
She wanted it done then cried all day!
So in an attempt to ease her pain...
For her Daddy she made a chain.
So we took that long hair and braided it just so...
Now her Daddy, would never let it go....
A treasure he kept inside his drawer,
A braid of hair, nothing more..
A soft side to that man I loved...
Was sweet and kind and warm..
All my life I trusted him,
To never leave my arm...
And now my heart lies crying,
In corners here and there..
And silly little memories make,
The pain so hard to bare.
Stop it must! This pain I have...
Else die I will for sure..
As The bleeding heart that beats in me,
Cries out for love once more....
Karen W.
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 03/12/2008 14:16:59
When is your book up for publishing?
Blakestyger, let us sample some of your own scribbling. There is a poet in everyone, or just share an experience in life's well trodden road.
Andrew
Post by: neilep on 03/12/2008 14:49:09
Post by: Karen W. on 03/12/2008 19:12:20
Awesome Karen.
When is your book up for publishing?
Blakestyger, let us sample some of your own scribbling. There is a poet in everyone, or just share an experience in life's well trodden road.
Andrew
Thank you Andrew..Thats very kind!
A book..? Not of my Lousy, endless drivel.. what a joke!
Post by: Karen W. on 03/12/2008 19:16:56
Lovely poem karen..I agree with Andrew...you're amassing quite a collection and a book should ensue !!Thanks Neily.. My scribbles are not good enough for publishing.. and as someone once said to me.. there really is no market for this type of thing... poetry that is..
But thank you for the lovely comment!
Post by: JnA on 03/12/2008 23:16:17
Lovely poem karen..I agree with Andrew...you're amassing quite a collection and a book should ensue !!Thanks Neily.. My scribbles are not good enough for publishing.. and as someone once said to me.. there really is no market for this type of thing... poetry that is..
But thank you for the lovely comment!
you have to push hard if you want to be serious about publishing poetry. Unless you self publish.. but again, the market is limited. One opening in the market is in the school system. English teachers are often looking for 'local or unpublished' works to use in literature classes. (just a thought)
I like your poems they hold an honesty that is about story telling...
Post by: Karen W. on 04/12/2008 07:54:44
I only write what I am feeling or going through as it is kind of a therapy.. you know.. get it out so I don't blow up! LOL......Otherwise I cannot function well!
Thanks JNA
Post by: Karen W. on 20/02/2009 01:57:36
Where are you? I look in every corner of each room...
Where are you? I've lost your love.. I need you soon.
Where are the smiles that lit each day... ?
Where is the heart I gave away?
Where are you...? Is my search is in vain.
Where are you...? There's so much pain.
Where is the joy in this winter rain?
Where are you...? I have looked all my life.
Where are You...? You are my light.
Where are you, my heart cries each night...?
Where are you the love of my life?
Karen W.
2/19/2009
Post by: Karen W. on 20/02/2009 07:30:04
Sleepy eyes, sleepy head, silly thoughts of boredom and dread!
Funny dreams, big machines, riding bicycles, cold ice cream!
People rising who are dead, weirdest thoughts from in my head!
Suns setting, moons high, soon stars will fill the open sky!
Starting over in the morn, birds a singing, thoughts are torn.
Puzzle pieces yet remain, in this, I call my Little brain!
Begin again this way, what thoughts will shape my world today!
Karen W.
02/19/2009
Post by: Chemistry4me on 20/02/2009 07:39:53
I am very very impressed [:o]
Post by: Karen W. on 20/02/2009 07:53:18
Smiling faces, Jumping beans, sandbox castles and Royal dreams!
Shovels and cars and racing machines, heads filled with wonder and magnificent dreams!
Lions and tigers and bears galore and stories a racing of old folk lore.
Pumpkins and spiders, and witches in the sky, the sweetest of candies, and a patch on the eye!
A tree all sparkling with tinsel strung 'bout, a jolly old fellow who's quite round and stout!
Cotton candy on a stick, smelling so sweet and good, creating sweet memories in ones childhood!
Imaginary friends and the a doll that cries, crocodile tears running down from their eyes...
Snakes and Snails and oh such tales, of pirates and treasures, and big trains on rails!
Racing and running, and climbing trees, Acting like monkeys or bumble bees!
Playing with Shadows and the learning of the arts.. oh such fun in a small child's heart!
Twinkling Stars in the world each night, lets not forget that these too shine bright!
Karen W.
02/19/2009
Post by: Karen W. on 20/02/2009 08:00:03
WoW [:o][:o]OH.. Very sweet.. thank you!
I am very very impressed [:o]
Impressed How exactly?
LOL.. I am on a writing spree... LOL...And I am so bored and me miss the kids..
Post by: Chemistry4me on 20/02/2009 08:05:20
Post by: Karen W. on 20/02/2009 08:20:28
Everything I have ever written is written at the time I posted except one thing.. one I wrote as a teenager...I am not sure if its in here.. LOL
Sorry I left to make a salad.. gonna be a long night and I haven't eaten anything since 9 am yesterday! So now I have my tummy happy!... LOL
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 12/04/2009 20:51:36
The bull terrier stands aloof and proud
Head and shoulders above the canine crowd
Trained in bygone days to be a fearless foe
Now puts forward his skill in competition show.
Times have passed since
Romans ruled the day
Now roman noses have their say
Tooth fang and claw would mix it
Now spring of rib and depth of brisket
Strength of muzzle and wicked eyes
No blood spilt and no one dies
Always giving the knowing look
Will read you like an open book
Loves each challenge when facing a test
With deft cunning skill gives his best
A breed with an indelible name
The English bull terrier and hard earn’t fame
From royalty down to any
Tom—Dick or Bill
Tales and stories continue to fill
No better site will grace our land
Than the old man parading bully
Past the judges stand
Author Ken Fletcher
Post by: Karen W. on 12/04/2009 21:35:16
Was you father a huge Lover of the breed or dogs in general.....?
Is that where you get your love of dogs from and of course your own experience too?
Beautifully written.
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 13/04/2009 09:51:37
My Grandfather and Grandmother now passed were the influence on me with the Bully. Dad loved them but never owned a dog as long as I knew him at least, elthough he had a Bully when he met mum and mum also had a bully as Grandad had them in the 1930's onwards.
Andrew those are beautiful words about the Dogs.
Was you father a huge Lover of the breed or dogs in general.....?
Is that where you get your love of dogs from and of course your own experience too?
Beautifully written.
Post by: Karen W. on 13/04/2009 10:33:47
Hope dads looking over my shoulders and reading your kind words Karen.
My Grandfather and Grandmother now passed were the influence on me with the Bully. Dad loved them but never owned a dog as long as I knew him at least, elthough he had a Bully when he met mum and mum also had a bully as Grandad had them in the 1930's onwards.Andrew those are beautiful words about the Dogs.
Was you father a huge Lover of the breed or dogs in general.....?
Is that where you get your love of dogs from and of course your own experience too?
Beautifully written.
Well Andrew reading your fathers writting I see a love for the written word and more then that he wrote with a "ease of spirit.." well that may not be exactly how I want to decribe what I sense in his writings ..more like a oneness with nature, a sense of companionship with his world around him. In the spirit of his writings I feel like he had a kinship, or spiritual partnership with nature and living things etc...
He writes naturally as if with ease....
Was he a natural when it came to writing or was it a struggle?
Post by: Variola on 13/04/2009 10:58:01
Connection
I know you are with me.
On my journey,you are my companion.
In my life,you are my soulmate.
In my mind,you are my challenge.
And in my heart,you are my ache.
But you are always with me.
I once thought that the sunrise I saw,
Was less beautiful,
Because you were not there to see it.
Now I realise that because you are with me,
It makes it more beautiful,
Than it could ever have been without you.
And as I wander down my path,
You show me twists and turns I never thought possible.
My life is no longer one long steep hill.
Ive found my other half,
The half that makes me complete,
The half whose very existence I doubted,
And I know that half is you.
You are always with me,
And I am always with you.
Author: Me.
Post by: Karen W. on 13/04/2009 11:30:01
Secondly, this is a very very moving beautiful piece poetry.
Extremely touching and fitting..... thank you so..... for sharing with us... makes my heart ache....too.
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 13/04/2009 16:39:49
he had little problem writing, stopping him from writing was more our main task as he often drove us bonkers with his witterings.
Loved him to bits and miss him dearly.
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 13/04/2009 16:42:05
Nice to know someone else shares our urge to pen.
lovely reading.
Post by: Karen W. on 13/04/2009 19:34:13
Dad had an amazing way with words,often very coy and with humour very dry.
he had little problem writing, stopping him from writing was more our main task as he often drove us bonkers with his witterings.
Loved him to bits and miss him dearly.
I got the impression he was quite comfortable with the pen..... lol.... he sounds like he was a very wonderful person and in his enthusiasm fo his writing and how he felt ablout life in general... he has yes maybe at those times driven you bonkers but left you such a wonderful legacy in those penned words that with your memories you will always find it easier to carry his words in your heart also and some easier to carry that onand pass it to your own children ensuring those pieces of your father will live forever and that is an eternal part of him.
I know your loss and understand it.... what a gift you were given in your father and his legacy!
Post by: Variola on 13/04/2009 19:50:45
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Variola..firstly..I am so sorry for your loss....
Secondly, this is a very very moving beautiful piece poetry.
Extremely touching and fitting..... thank you so..... for sharing with us... makes my heart ache....too.
Thankyou. I do miss him terribly. I would never have thought to share anything like that before, but now since he has gone I try and share more of 'myself' with people.
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Variola, you wear your heart on your sleave with that poem.
Nice to know someone else shares our urge to pen.
lovely reading.
Thankyou! It is odd because I cannot just sit down and right something, I have to be in the right mood or it has to be at the right moment for it to work, and when it does it pours out of me, othertimes I am dry, bizarre!
Mostly I just make daft comments on forums... [;D]
Post by: Karen W. on 18/08/2009 06:36:14
I was hoping you would share some more poetry with us!
Post by: Karen W. on 19/09/2009 10:05:10
His soul resides here within my heart,
Entangled together we will never part!
Touches so warm from deep within,
The language we speak, much more then friends.
So many dreams are held so tight,
Mornings and evenings of love so right!
A cascade of emotions spill over each day,
Sweet loves devotion, brings joy our way.
Tender kisses held deep and savored so sweet,
The world was lain down at the soul of my feet..
I reached for the stars to bring you too me,
I gave you my love, and you said you loved me.
My heart is filled with glee for the love of this boy,
His heart alone fills my void full of joy!
Needing the love he holds in his hands,
holding on tightly, continuing to stand.
Oh Stars in the heavens that fill our night sky,
bring us together...before I must die...
Give me the strength to make time my friend,
and let me be with him without ever an end.......
Karen w.
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 03/10/2009 09:14:16
Post by: Hadrian on 08/10/2009 14:43:36
by hadrian Boyle-Fawsitt (1956-)
communication means the world to me
syllables of truth that lie on tongues
choice words of love and philosophy
seductive sensuous salacious sounds
span joyful bliss to mournful memory
whispered shouts of air fill lungs,
innuendo thickened plots of poetry
communication means the world to you
a smile a glance a promised blushed
i sit you stand uncomfortable I too
disarmingly dainty dangerous display
i rest you decline my offer I withdrew
one wave of a hand my heart is crushed
the cool eyes of ice and lips of blue
communication means the world to her
sharps thin sounds of divine leanings
like clip of hooves on polished silver
concise considered consenting confusion
just one brave face to finally deliver
like playing actors at a first screenings
step on red carets of flashing manner,
communication means the world to them
what does it matter to the seeing blind?
we sit in darkness deaf to the silent gem
intertwined interlinked inseparability apart
a glance a look that proclaims an anthem
flushed with youthful hearts combined
the message conveyed and heard again
Communication means the world.
Post by: neilep on 08/10/2009 17:04:32
nice alliteration !
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Post by: neilep on 08/10/2009 17:06:43
In my tummy then out my arse !
now THAT is well kwality poemage !!
Post by: Hadrian on 09/10/2009 09:20:38
Post by: neilep on 09/10/2009 12:59:40
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 10/10/2009 11:28:29
Tick tock mental block time to take stock
Hands pass chimes while sunshine falters
Day dulls grey in shadows hidings
Noisy strangers shout then quiet stifles
Along razors edge walks humanity
Sanitized thoughts testing patient sanity
Juggling balanced along life's takings
Tempers stifled in rulers makings
Curtain drowns impoverished pride
Frosted pain in widow's window
Dignity leached with each breath
How we long for our companion
Cold and lonely comes our death
Andrew K Fletcher 10th October 2009
Post by: neilep on 10/10/2009 15:46:58
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 10/10/2009 19:25:03
Very very nice Andrew !!..and to think ..you have even written yet for another 8 days !! [;D]
Thanks Neil pays to check what you write before you post :)
Post by: neilep on 11/10/2009 00:17:12
Very very nice Andrew !!..and to think ..you have even written yet for another 8 days !! [;D]
Thanks Neil pays to check what you write before you post :)
My pleasure Andrew !
I usually get the whole year wrong !...it's a wonderful piece Andrew !..thanks for sharing it.
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 11/10/2009 09:06:17
In my tummy then out my arse !
Along comes dog with mouth agog
Who grabs my poop within it’s gob
His owner squawks chastising it
Shouting that’s no treat it’s sheep sh1t.
couldn't resist the inner child, sorry Neil
Post by: Karen W. on 11/10/2009 09:14:09
Post by: neilep on 11/10/2009 14:19:55
I is a sheep I eat some grass
In my tummy then out my arse !
Along comes dog with mouth agog
Who grabs my poop within it’s gob
His owner squawks chastising it
Shouting that’s no treat it’s sheep sh1t.
couldn't resist the inner child, sorry Neil
lol.......Now THAT is kwality poemage !! i luff it !!
worthy of the title poet laureate !....
...inner child ?....let it out all the time Andrew !!
YAYYYYY !!!
Post by: Hadrian on 19/10/2009 09:52:52
Post by: Karen W. on 19/10/2009 14:44:34
you see there he goes again reverse osmosis in action. [:)]HI hADRIAN... YES ISN'T THAT FUNNY! lol...
Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 22/10/2009 18:22:59
Post by: Karen W. on 23/10/2009 05:50:56
Post by: Karen W. on 26/10/2010 07:54:49
Communication means the world.
by hadrian Boyle-Fawsitt (1956-)
communication means the world to me
syllables of truth that lie on tongues
choice words of love and philosophy
seductive sensuous salacious sounds
span joyful bliss to mournful memory
whispered shouts of air fill lungs,
innuendo thickened plots of poetry
communication means the world to you
a smile a glance a promised blushed
i sit you stand uncomfortable I too
disarmingly dainty dangerous display
i rest you decline my offer I withdrew
one wave of a hand my heart is crushed
the cool eyes of ice and lips of blue
communication means the world to her
sharps thin sounds of divine leanings
like clip of hooves on polished silver
concise considered consenting confusion
just one brave face to finally deliver
like playing actors at a first screenings
step on red carets of flashing manner,
communication means the world to them
what does it matter to the seeing blind?
we sit in darkness deaf to the silent gem
intertwined interlinked inseparability apart
a glance a look that proclaims an anthem
flushed with youthful hearts combined
the message conveyed and heard again
Communication means the world.
Hadrian This is really lovely and I love this.. I must say I had missed this one and tonight as I was reading the whole 36 pages, I realized I had not seen this writing.... Thank you for sharingit it is lovely.
Post by: Karen W. on 26/10/2010 08:55:59
Afraid of love today I am.
Afraid to be any more then friends.
Meeting new men, and turning them away,
No love to give them anyway...
Tried to be a casual girl, but
Its not my cup of tea!
I want more then physical touch,
there is so much more to me!
I want that love that grabs your heart,
and makes you giddy right from the start!
I dove right in, and tried my hand,
at dating, most casually.
But in my search for joy and such,
I forgot the woman, That lives in me...
I want the love and joy and such
that outweighs all the pain.
It heals up a broken heart,
and stave's away The rains...
It lightens up the darkest life,
It helps one live again.
My tears do fall, and days are dark,
but somewhere I see a light...
A love kept hidden within my heart.
It burns so strong, through my empty nights.
A patient heart I do so keep,
a song that lingers oh so deep....
A dream I'll have tonight I think...
to find you there within my sleep...
To say once more before I die...
I love you so..... now please don't cry...
Just smile a smile and remember why???
I'll never be far...just close your eyes.
I love you.....
Karen W.
October 26,2010
12:50 A.M.
Post by: Karen W. on 10/03/2012 08:04:48
LOVERS
She shall roam along the moors,
where once she lived....Her spirit soars...
And with a passion her love shalt swell,
upon the waves of distant Wales....
Her crimson lips shall set the sun,
and be the beauty when the day is done.
His love for her shall light the day...
when all the stars have gone away.
Together in the daylight hours,
their love doth dance amongst the flowers...
And there intwined upon the breeze
the scent of love two lovers leave...
Where once they trod upon the ground,
now in this heaven they shall be found....
Karen Warvi
February 22, 2012
7:08 P.M.
Post by: neilep on 10/03/2012 15:38:43
You write with such intensity....
hugs the kareny mam
Post by: Karen W. on 10/03/2012 18:04:23
Especially when coming from an Ole Wooley Sheep as yourself ! :-)
All silliness aside.. I appreciate and value your thoughts...
Hugs your Royal Sheepiness back! xx
Post by: annie123 on 19/03/2012 18:14:56
design or chaos
galaxies, suns, planets
understanding the voids
and the darkness of matter.
Out there
so much space to explore.
In my own space
whatever I am can sit
in a room alone,
tour my own worlds
of sense, imagination, consciousness
to blast off to the realms of
Wonder and terror
Post by: Karen W. on 19/03/2012 19:06:03
Post by: Hadrian on 26/04/2012 12:26:31
Bending skin tight fibber splits
Beads of sweat around my neck
Mouth dry as dust upon shelf
Block to move your heart
Beat deep in the dark soil
Doubt is only in the mind
Kumite
Post by: Karen W. on 26/04/2012 18:57:04
Post by: Æthelwulf on 29/04/2012 00:42:50
The Arecibo Complex
:scifi
Book One
Prologue
And so it was, on the 16th of November in 1974 scientists at the Arecibo Observatory sent radio frequency messages into the deep of space. The message consisted of several parts.
It contained our digital counting numbers from 1-10. The atomic numbers of our well accomplished theory of elements, from hydrogen, carbon, oxygen and nitrogen, including phosphorus. These elements make up DNA, deoxyribonucleic acid.
It also contained the exact formula's for the sugars and the basis of DNA. Also the number of nucleotides in DNA and the molecular structure of DNA. And to end, it had a graphic sized picture of our solar system, including arecibo telecscope and a graphic picture of a human being.
For years, scientists boasted they knew the facts of their science. That the message was only a historical feat of our accomplishments and that any real chance of any civilization picking the message up would be slim, as to reach it's destination would take more or less 25,000 lightyears.
Little did they know the facts for sure, as their equipment which had sent the message, recieved one back...
Chapter One
Part One
The Message
Washington D.C.
Somewhere in the Pentagon
In the deepest region of the Pentagon, in a top secret room some of America's top officials gathered round a table, while they where briefed on a most important and revolutionary turn of events. Several scientists entered the room, given top clearance to parts of the Pentagon that only some of the most prominent leaders of the establishment have ever graced viewing for their own eyes.
The atmosphere was tenebrous and caliginous. There was an elevated expression on many faces of the officials who had gathered, acting as though there was something troubling them.
One of the scientists sat down at the table, ''I am professor Graham Connar. I am the representative for the Exoscience department at Goddard Space Flight Center. I have urgant news that will shake the foundation of every physics textbook we currently have.''
''Please, Professor Connar, continue. We where ordered here today regarding what was called 'the upmost important situation', '' Colonel James Master replied.
Prof. Connar flicked through his notes and came to a folder which had several papers enclosed inside. He opened it and passed it round the group, ''Gentlemen, in 1974 very important messages were sent into the deep vacuum of space at Arecibo Observatory in Puerto Rico. It was aimed at the globular star cluster M13 which is 25,000 light years away; they contained an array of several messages, from the structure of DNA to who we are. It's goal was one thing - to make contact with alien life.
''Then only a few days ago, we recieved confirmation of the inexplicable... Our officials where informed that contact had been made. We don't really have much to say, other than we have evaluated the evidence and we conclude that the speculations are true. Our report is planery - the signals we recieved where not of some astronomical object but where modulated radio waves with a 2380 MHz frequency, the same frequency we sent the message in.
''The nature of the message cannot be discussed just now. Only the implications.''
Colonel Master replied sternly, ''And what are the implications?''
''The implications of the message, would seem to plunge our planet... every country into an immediate state of warning; we are in danger.''
The Colonel looked to his side at one mysterious member of this military council who was standing in the corner of the room, masked by the blanket of a dark shadow as he kept himself hidden away from the light. Looking back at the scientist he replied, ''that will be all gentlemen. We meet back up in seven days, you will be contacted by your superiors.''
Everyone gathered round the table stood up and began to leave, except the Colonel who went and joined the man cloaked in the dark. Once everyone had left the Colonel said, ''What do we do now?''
The mysterious man replied, ''You do nothing. My collegues have been worried about this day ever since Roswell. I will get back to you once I have collaborated with them over the recent developments.''
(Two days later...)
Conference on Space Propulsion and Advances in Alien Exploration, Los Angeles
Doctor Layton took a drink of her water in one large yet quite confident gulp. She held the captivated audience in
the gleem of her eye and she knew how to keep their attentions. She had an unusual intellect about her - a certain aura of intelligence which was a league above her fellow scientists.
''And so... we should remember the statistics of ever finding an alien lifeform, or one which finds us. Even if we do not appreciate how difficult it is for a lifeform to travel these journeys: These include the vast distances of space, including the incredible amount of time it requires to travel very large distances.
''We already know that matter cannot travel at lightspeed, doing so would require an infinite amount of energy, more energy than in the observable universe! The energy requirements also to travel vast distances would far exceed the crafts capabilities - in other words, not only is space and time a matter of consequence, but also energy. But, even if these things are not taken into appreciation, atleast one thing should cast considerable doubt on any alien visitation. That being how difficult it would be to even locate a single planet which is capable of sustaining life - and not just life in general, here I mean intelligent life.
''There are to refresh the minds of the audience today who have managed to sit through one class of astrophysics, our galaxy alone is 100,000 lightyears thick in diameter - for those who are not mathematicians, this just means the amount of years it requires for light to travel the whole distance. This is of course, massive. Our galaxy contains approximately 200 billion stars. And many of these stars will have planets which are in a stable orbit around their star systems.
''Then you consider how vast space is in comparisson to just our single galaxy alone. The diameter of the entire universe is 93 billion lightyears. Very vast indeed. All the planets and stars and every other astronomical object in our universe only takes up 1% of all spacetime, and as small as that may seem, this 1% is still a massive number in it's own right. In the entire universe alone, there is suspected to be more than a 100 billion galaxies in our observable universe. That entails
particles which make this vast arena.''Dr. Layton took a pause. She took a step back, rasing her head completely from her notes, and moved away from the podium. Without her notes, she stood stark, shoulders back, and ready to finish, as this part of her speach she had learned time and time again.
''We have not even began to understand how difficult it must be to find an appropriate earth-like planet which has managed to create just the right conditions for life. We do know one thing for certain, when life has the chance of occurring on a planet, it almost certainly will thrive and multiply - just like that single prokaryote that first dominated our primordial sea... this single-celled life brought the way to eukaryotic systems, many of them, multitudes of them. But even though life is frequent here, with new species being found almost every day, every other planet in our star system is barren, lonely and void of any existence of mobile matter.
''In fact, as far as our mathematical conjectures can tell, most planets, will be barren of life. There is a specific tuning required for the existence of biological lifeforms; as we have learned in our astrophysics studies, planets suitable for the carbon-based lifeforms we are so aquanted with cannot sustain on any other planet in our solar system, because they are either too far from our sun, or too close or does not match the correct equalibrium of elements required to sustain life or even create it.
''But here is what we don't usually realize, with all these things aside, do we really understand how difficult it is to find absolute evidence that any planet we may observe in the vast distances of spacetime are suitable for life. Trying to find a habital planet is figuratively as hard as finding a needle in a haystack... Out of all the planets we have been able to observe, is only a very small fraction of all the planets that are in the universe - so any race being able to find another race in this vast universe, seems very improbable.''
Dr Layton was eluminated in the stage lights and the crowds stood to applaud, the whole hall cheered to Dr. Layton who modestly walked off the stage with a smile on her face. You could see she said something as she walked off, but the crowds overwhelmed her audibility. Her simplicity in her talks still had the amazing ability to take complex theories and make them understandable for the layman.
As soon as she was in the cover of the backstage her collegue Dr. Amanda Carrier, who got her degree alongside Dr. Angela Layton at Oxford joined her.
''Well done Angela,'' Amanda said assuringly, ''It was a wonderful speach, very accurate as always.''
Dr. Layton replied ''Well, atleast it is over now... drink?''
Amanda smiled and replied, ''of course.''
The two doctors made their way to the car park outside to drive to a place they had visited a lot over the years.
(Some time later...)
Santa Monica,
115 Pico Blvd.
The night life was particularily dead this evening, Layton thought as she and her friend made their way to the renowned Valentino Restaurant. They decided to go to Valentino's as it was relatively close to her home in Rancho Park - plus, they had a particularily excellent range of wines and Itallian foods, owing this knowledge to being long term customers.
Layton pulled up her car just a few blocks down in an available car park and she and her collegue began to walk up the main street. When reaching the restaurant they entered the room which her nose had became so accustomed to, but never became bored with, over the many years of visiting the place. A strong aroma of freshly cooked pasta's and mushrooms douced in wild spices and other exotic mediterranean dishes permeated the air.
The doctor turned to her friend Angela and said, ''Oh I needed this. Can't wait to have a glass of red. My day has been so long... ... Is you sister down this weekend then?''
Angela shook her head from side to sade and replied, ''Unfortunately no. I asked Steve to take some time off work so I could go visit her and mother, but he's adament that there will be no such thing happening in the near future,'' after a few quick glances round the beautifully decored room she continued, ''But he's so buisy nowadays, he
hardly finds any time for me either.''
The waiter could be seen coming up from the other end of the room and what a room it was. The seats where harlot red, which stood bold against the white creamy tables and walls. The place was cast in a brilliant light, cascading down from the glass chandelier, ''Here he is,'' Layton said.
The waitor smiled and said, ''good evening Dr. Layton, you pleasure us with your appearance again... please... come this way.''
The waitor led them to a table for two by the window.
''What would you like to drink?''
Dr. Amanda looked to Layton and said, ''my friend will have a red wine and may I have a G and T.''
''Be here soon, thank you very much'' the waitor replied, handing them the menu's.
As Layton opened the menu she looked up to Amanda and said, ''Look hunny, your mother is not well. You need time to go see her. What about a nanny?''
''I hear you Angela, I really do. But I wanted Steve to look after them so much,'' a look of disappointment awashed her face, ''the kids are constantly asking for him. He's away from monday till saturday every week and I'm left as the one handing out excuses. It's not fair. If he could only see what this... ''
Angela abruptly talked over Amanda stopping her from finishing her sentance as she took her hand, ''I know you Angela. I've known you for over 20 years! I know you miss him, but arguing over him getting back won't make it happen quicker. It is true your kids are everything in your world, but what good are you to your kids if you are not in the best frame of mind?''
On that word, the waitor brought the drinks to their table. They paused what they were talking about until he left again; Angela took the first opportunity to reply, ''You're right. I know you are. I've been... especially stressed these last few weeks.''
Post by: Æthelwulf on 29/04/2012 00:46:10
''It's a sign you need a break,'' Amanda asserted.
''Can you look after my kids... only for a weekend so I can get away for a bit to see my mother and sister?''
Angela replied, ''Of course Amanda... I would do it any time. I'll tell you what, why don't you plan to go see them this weekend, I'll take the kids off your hands.''
Angela smiled and replied, ''Thank you so much. I will pay you for it.''
''No need,'' Angela laughed, ''I would never take money off you.''
Ring Ring...
Then a familiar sound could be heard coming from Amanda's pocket. It was her mobile. Angela took this moment to take her first few drinks from her wine glass.
''Hello.... what? Oh for god sake... not again! I'll be right there.''
Angela's eyes rolled to the back of her head, ''Guess you going then?''
''I'm so sorry Angela, my babysitter has had to take Jacob to the hospital. It's not too serious apparently, but I really should go see if he's ok... '' Amanda pulled her puppy dog eyes, ''so sorry.''
''Don't be silly,'' Angela replied, ''You must go see if he's ok. I better give you a lift.''
Amanda squeezed Angela's hand, gave her a kiss on the cheek and said, ''don't you dare, I don't live far away... There is a taxi outside anyway,'' and then she proceeded to leave the building without giving Angela a chance to persuade her. Angela took another drink of her wine and looked around the place for a few minutes, after decided to leave as well. She stopped to pay the bill and went outside to have a smoke before heading back down the street. But little did she know, someone had followed her back to the car.
It wasn't until she heard a stone being dislodged from behind her she turned round in shock, to find a man standing in the shadows, ''What do you want?''
The man walked into the light. He was dressed in a black suit. He had dark hazelnut eyes and black hair with a rugged look about him. He put his hand into a pocket inside his jacket and pulled out his ID.
''FBI mam,'' he showed her the card then put it back into his pocket.
''Have I done something wrong?'' Dr. Layton asked.
''Oh contrare, you have done absolutely nothing wrong... I just wanted to talk.''
Layton replied, ''Just talk?''
''About astrophysics.''
Layton nodded her head and said, ''Oh right... so you know of my work,'' she smiled, ''You must forgive me, you caught me off gaurd.''
''Dr. Layton, I attended the Conference in Los Angeles. You gave a most interesting speach. You seem to believe that whilst there may be many solutions to intergalactic space travel, the actual chances of finding one planet with alien lifeforms is vanishingly small because, as you said, the vast arena of space is so large that the chances of anyone finding anyone are slim... how would we know know which direction to look?''
Dr. Layton nodded her head... ''Yes this is true. It would be a great waste of energy to travel to a very small corner of spacetime to find it yields very little fruit. It would be like looking for a grain of sand which has been painted blue on a very large beach.''
''But you overlooked something,'' the Agent replied vigilantly, ''What if the alien race where given the coordinates to find earth...''
''Elaborate,'' the doctor replied.
The agent softly replied, ''You ever heard of the Arecibo Project? They sent messages into space in the late 70's with only one goal in mind... to make contact.''
The Doctor smiled and quickly retorted, ''Even though we have sent signals into space, these signals are also subject to the laws of physics, they travel at the speed of light... they have not been travelling in space long enough to have reached the vast distances we suspect are required.''
The agent moved closer, you could see he was frustrated, ''Doctor, please. This conventional wisdom you live by has been placed within a narrow box of understanding. The Aliens might indeed come from a galaxy so distant, our techniques to reach it will be futile, but what if they have been around for a lot longer than us? What if they have stationed themselves in more than just their narrow end of the universe... what if they have stationed themselves very close to us and it wasn't until the signals were sent into space did they even know of our existence?''
Dr. Layton paused and took a moment to think about it. What he said to her, did not really have any discrepencies. It should be consistent to believe that if they are able to travel vast distances in space, why wouldn't they have visited and settled in more than one direction of spacetime and a lot closer than previously imagined?
''Ok... agent. You have my attention. What makes you say these things?''
''There is a small group, a circle of men in the government trying to hide one of the most important discoveries we have ever came across,'' the agent replied, ''I told you about the messages we sent into space... only a few days ago, we recieved a message back.''
Dr. Layton was astounded, but equally in disbelief. Could she honestly believe what she was being told? In all her years of denouncing the possibility of contact by an E.B.E she was being told she was wrong. And Dr. Layton was by no means someone whose mind could be easily changed on a subject if her physical training did not permit it logically. Scientifically, it was plausible, but consistently it failed as a logical account of true events, ''Look, I'm afraid I can't believe that.''
The agent put his hand into his pocket, ''I thought this would be your response, it always is from an educated mind,'' he took out a small card, most likely a security pass by the looks of things, ''There is a room, a special room. A most secretive room, which only a few eyes have ever seen. Tomorrow, you need to visit the Pentagon and this security pass will let you visit this room, but I will instruct you how to find it.''
''That is illegal,'' Dr. Layton replied.
''Would it be worth it? This card will give you unrestricted access... only a hand full of men have the same clearance. Because of the clearance level of the card, your identity will not be questioned - these men are never questioned. You speak of illegal activities, these men are the illegal system incarnet. They constantly break the law by hiding evidence which cannot be refuted.''
The agent handed over the security pass to the doctor; she looked up after taking a hold of it and saw how genuine the eye's where of the agent; he continued, ''I know those corridors well. I know what they have concealed and I will instruct you were to avoid. You cannot tell anyone of our meeting today. What I have given you, could kill a hundred men. What I have told you, could pay a price on my life and my childrens lives and maybe even their childrens children - this is how important this clearance is, it is a subject of matter which is classified even higher than the H-Bomb.''
''I don't know if I can do this.''
The agent tried to change her doubt, ''It's not that you can't. You feel like you shouldn't. If you will do yourself any justice, do yourself this favor. The information you will recieve will be life-changing... you were chosen for this. Your character profile showed you were perfect for this release of information, which was promised to the public via congress many times if it existed, but they denied there was a coverup. The late Senator Barry Goldwaters commented on the validity of the gradual release of information to the public in a letter to Shlomo Arnon in March 1975... They denied it because they keep it secret in the name of National Security,'' then the agent strengthened his arguement, ''Look at what the FBI director was reported saying in 1973. The director said that the FBI does not and has never investigated UFO's and that it was not within the jurisdiction of the agency. Only then in 1976, 1,100 documents where released to the public, special and very important memorandums investigated by the FBI which proved the Director was lying. Why did he lie in the first place? Rhetorical questions of course... as much they claim it is for National Security reasons, what could be more dangerous for our National Security than a under-prepared nation because they have blatently denied access to this most valuable information from the word go?''
The agent took out a peice of paper with instructions how to reach this room he spoke of. After she took the small parchement, she noticed he began to leave.
''Wait,'' she said, ''You never told me what the message said... the one they sent back.''
The agent looked to floor as though he was deeply saddened. He took a deep breath and said, ''It was like no message you may receive from an meeting a new friend or neighbour you have not seen in many years. Unlike a warmly greeting, the reply was most disturbing.''
''You must tell me,'' Layton replied.
The agent quicly nebulized their comminucation, ''that I cannot tell you. That you must discover for yourself. The truth is daring, spectacular and terrifying.''
The agent left into the dark of the night, with the doctor left standing on her spot in a state of shock and awe. She soon broke from the transe she inexorably was plunged into and decided to go home, safely tucking her security card and parchment into her pocket.
Post by: Karen W. on 29/04/2012 02:18:40
Post by: Æthelwulf on 29/04/2012 03:01:43
ALRIGHT .....NOW..don't leave me hanging.... That is a very nice story line..I am hooked......Need I say continue.....Lol.....please ???
really? You honor me! :)
I will write more up later... takes a bit of time this typing up.
Post by: Æthelwulf on 29/04/2012 03:07:00
, not 1080... that would be a small amount indeed !!! :)
Post by: Æthelwulf on 29/04/2012 03:22:27
ALRIGHT .....NOW..don't leave me hanging.... That is a very nice story line..I am hooked......Need I say continue.....Lol.....please ???
Ok, I will write one more chapter.
You can choose which one you want, I will give you a choice between three:
1. Insidious Plans, Part Three (this has to do with Doctor Layton penetrating the Pentagon)
2. A Foreign Message Part Seven (this is when the Doctor Layton realizes there are outsiders who know the alien message, and have came forward on TV. The whole world gradually hears about the message and plunges into a state of fear. She also comes into possession of peice of metal which an insider informs her is a broken peice of a UFO craft which she does scientific tests on.)
3. The Rapture, Part Eleven (the second last part, which tells the story of an incoming invasion, not to destroy the world or humans in it, but to take them away.)
Post by: Karen W. on 29/04/2012 06:25:22
ALRIGHT .....NOW..don't leave me hanging.... That is a very nice story line..I am hooked......Need I say continue.....Lol.....please ???
really? You honor me! :)
I will write more up later... takes a bit of time this typing up.
Hey..it is very good you have a few typing errors, where you wrote the word "where" when it should have said "were", but those are just typos.. you
wrote it that way several times, but did it correctly several times also. So they are just simple typos...
So far I love the story and it moves nicely
without dragging and it keeps my attention..with smoothly written sentences and a nice stlye...using a lot of good science wording and descriptive detailing also. Very nice.
Post by: Karen W. on 29/04/2012 06:28:24
Oh when doctor Layton is speaking about how many particles are in the universe, that is really
Ok..that sounds good..Did you go back and edit it..so you remember it?
Post by: Æthelwulf on 29/04/2012 06:29:38
Oh when doctor Layton is speaking about how many particles are in the universe, that is really
Ok..that sounds good..Did you go back and edit it..so you remember it?
No, I didn't I'll fix it now.
Post by: Karen W. on 29/04/2012 06:34:08
Cool..its good to correct as you go, so as to not have so much to do during your final drafts.. This way the changes are fresh in your head if you need to add or remove things.
Post by: Æthelwulf on 29/04/2012 06:36:15
Lets go with part three I would get too lost skipping around...Lol...
Cool..its good to correct as you go, so as to not have so much to do during your final drafts.. This way the changes are fresh in your head if you need to add or remove things.
Oh this is a story I wrote a while back Karen... I wrote it on paper you see :)
Post by: Karen W. on 29/04/2012 06:46:25
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Post by: Andrew K Fletcher on 05/10/2013 09:07:45
So short life's laughter and spirit now ripped
On two wheels in Devon a young soul rides
In Heaven burning rubber another soul slides.
by Andrew K Fletcher
Post by: Karen W. on 06/10/2013 22:51:16
Freedom he sought, handlebars grippedTHIS IS VERY GOOD ANDREW... It has very nice flow and rhythum! AND I LOVE IT! Its.
So short life's laughter and spirit now ripped
On two wheels in Devon a young soul rides
In Heaven burning rubber another soul slides.
by Andrew K Fletcher
Nice to see you and others posting I really missed this thread... its a lovely thread..
Daniel and others should take up pen in hand once more in contribution to this lovely
thread... Thanks for sharing with all of us Andrew.I hope you have been well.... xxxxxc
Post by: Karen W. on 15/10/2013 09:43:29
Post by: Dave B on 20/11/2013 21:54:20
Scintillate, scintillate minuscule asteric,
How I ponder your nature generic,
Set in the firmament, oh so high,
Like a carbonaceous gemstone in the sky.
Post by: Karen W. on 24/11/2013 14:29:00
"STAR LIGHT STAR BRIGHT"
STAR LIGHT, STAR BRIGHT,
FIRST STAR I SEE TONIGHT.
I WISH I MAY, I WISH I MIGHT,
HAVE THE WISH, I WISH TONIGHT.
ANONYOMOUS
Source: The Dorling Kindersley Book of Nursery Rhymes (2000)
Sent from my U.S. Cellular® Android phone
Post by: annie123 on 10/11/2014 00:44:38
Post by: Karen W. on 10/11/2014 02:26:59
Post by: Karen W. on 10/11/2014 03:10:35
So long the nights can linger on,
fermenting memories, as years roll along.
Restless souls still bound by love,
Relive it nightly, under stars above.
take heart in the knowing, loves gold,
like a fine wine, fermented and old!
So does love grow, when it turns not to mold.
giving way to "new" years yet left to unfold...
The years spent, in daunting relent..
didn't tame the fires, that twixt them, were lit.
Simmering below, so not to be seen...
Still lies a lifetime, of loves sweet dreams.
Now priceless as gold,
the stories two fold...
one only need read, the lines in between.
To know that the fruits being picked from the tree..
Post by: Karen W. on 10/05/2017 14:32:40
Old memories, that filled my life with joy.
the love of friends, and a girl for a boy.
Learning of stars, and atoms and quarks,
Talking up engines, and just how they work!
Sharing of rainbows, and laughing at posts.
Waiting on Sheepy to shock us the most!
Remembering the Beaver who amazed us each one.
poking at Sheepy, to keep it all fun!
Then Mirage in the background to dry hump The sheep,
which kept us all laughing, science peeps, and geeks!
Some of us parted with life's little trials,
but now are back to start roaming the isles!
Talking of haunting the old forum threads,
and even reviving some that were dead!
Took days to re-enter, the new forum to see,
had to trick the new software, to make it want me.
It said I don't know you , its been way too long!
Reregister, or Activate, your login is wrong!
So here I am in an old dead thread,
but I am back on site, just there in your head!
So here's to our forum all shiny and new,
and hoping old friends will be with us too!
So congrats to Dr.Chris and all his crew,
for making it sparkle and helping me too!
The Place looks great, and questions abound,
The Sheepy is in the forum just bouncing around.
He's making the forum feel all homey and sound
Now I think I will get to sneaking around!
Post by: Karen W. on 05/09/2023 09:44:18
Wetting my whistle
I'm feeling the need to wrIite something special,
but, its been 6 years since I wet my whistle!
Dragging my feet through dry desert sand,
There's been little water, In my written word land!
Thoughts like raindrops within a drought,
So hard to find, and live without!
Storing away any moist morning dew,
In hopes that one day a big storm will brew!
A cloud is forming of unwritten words,
The weight of which, will begin a purge!
Releasing six years, of life's physical pains,
Emotions, toils and so much change!
Now trickling down from a rusty spout,
All my words are now just dripping out...
Like magic sprinkles falling all around,
The words are soaking into the ground!
What once was dry and baron soil,
Will bring again, a new life of toil!
New hopes, new dreams, much work it seems,
Winters encroaching, to ready for spring!
So preparing the ground for all that abounds,
My work has just really begun.
Revisiting sites where life's filled with light,
and the wonders therein, that bring such delight.
Within each wall, knowledge befalls me,
I mix old with new, to teach and enthrall me!
Tomorrow's new day, refreshing and clean,
No longer arid and dying it seems.
New beginnings, new dreams, new friends, all around...
Just wetting my whistle and sticking around!
Karen Warvi
Sept,5,2023
but, its been 6 years since I wet my whistle!
Dragging my feet through dry desert sand,
There's been little water, In my written word land!
Thoughts like raindrops within a drought,
So hard to find, and live without!
Storing away any moist morning dew,
In hopes that one day a big storm will brew!
A cloud is forming of unwritten words,
The weight of which, will begin a purge!
Releasing six years, of life's physical pains,
Emotions, toils and so much change!
Now trickling down from a rusty spout,
All my words are now just dripping out...
Like magic sprinkles falling all around,
The words are soaking into the ground!
What once was dry and baron soil,
Will bring again, a new life of toil!
New hopes, new dreams, much work it seems,
Winters encroaching, to ready for spring!
So preparing the ground for all that abounds,
My work has just really begun.
Revisiting sites where life's filled with light,
and the wonders therein, that bring such delight.
Within each wall, knowledge befalls me,
I mix old with new, to teach and enthrall me!
Tomorrow's new day, refreshing and clean,
No longer arid and dying it seems.
New beginnings, new dreams, new friends, all around...
Just wetting my whistle and sticking around!
Karen Warvi
Sept,5,2023
Post by: Karen W. on 06/09/2023 05:04:07
Post by: Karen W. on 09/09/2023 08:45:24
Living for a better tomorrow
Time for laughing, time for dancing, time for living now seems so rare..
People passing, and people dying, whilst guns are blasting into the air..
Crazy Triggers, that are spurning hatred, senseless killing all abound,
dozens falling, lifeless bodies all lying on the ground.
What lies so deep within those hearts, of those who are so distraught,
that they'd take the lives of all these souls, without a second thought.
My heart cries out in anguish, and tears of bitter pain,
at the loss of those who have been taken, by those who seem insane..
Makes no sense, rhyme or reason, just lashing out it seems,
Blatant thoughtless killing, lives ripped to the extreme.
Countries spiraling out of step, struggling to get their Balance back,
Frightened by the politics, the times , and all the covid sick....
Changes all across the world, with mindful heart I watch,
Not understanding all I see, and mourning life and loss.
Trying hard to understand, the twists this world is taking,
Hoping soon to feel a change, for better days in the making.
Closing my eyes, on the days passing, soon I will be waking,
In hopes that as I sleep the world will calm its shaking.
Karen Warvi
Sept. 9,2023
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Time for laughing, time for dancing, time for living now seems so rare..
People passing, and people dying, whilst guns are blasting into the air..
Crazy Triggers, that are spurning hatred, senseless killing all abound,
dozens falling, lifeless bodies all lying on the ground.
What lies so deep within those hearts, of those who are so distraught,
that they'd take the lives of all these souls, without a second thought.
My heart cries out in anguish, and tears of bitter pain,
at the loss of those who have been taken, by those who seem insane..
Makes no sense, rhyme or reason, just lashing out it seems,
Blatant thoughtless killing, lives ripped to the extreme.
Countries spiraling out of step, struggling to get their Balance back,
Frightened by the politics, the times , and all the covid sick....
Changes all across the world, with mindful heart I watch,
Not understanding all I see, and mourning life and loss.
Trying hard to understand, the twists this world is taking,
Hoping soon to feel a change, for better days in the making.
Closing my eyes, on the days passing, soon I will be waking,
In hopes that as I sleep the world will calm its shaking.
Karen Warvi
Sept. 9,2023