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That's a very nice poem...thanks for sharing! eom
How do you live your dash?
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning... to the end.
He noted that first came her date of birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth...
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own;
The cars... the house... the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard...
Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what's true and real,
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile...
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy's being read
With your life's actions to rehash...
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
~ By Linda Ellis ~
Eldorado......................................................
Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.
But he grew old--
This knight so bold--
And o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.
And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow-
"Shadow," said he,
"Where can it be--
This land of Eldorado?"
"Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,"
The shade replied--
"If you seek for Eldorado!"
-Edgar Allen Poe
Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn
On the block,
witcha glock, trippin off sherm
Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya
changed
Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game
Heard you might be comin
home, just got bail
Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail
I seems
I lost my little homie he's a changed man
Hit the pen and now no sinnin is
the game plan
When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
When I
tell you I'm livin large you tell me it's trouble
-2PAC
ditka...no...post anything you want! eom
Is this board for original poetry only?
Natural Logistic Synergy
Focus on everything
And nothing all at once
Thoughts come to a point
And emplode at the joints
Bring it all in
Push it all away
Moderation and excess
Suck on the breast
Giving life to the young
Who don't want to grow old
Reflexive actions
Controlling his factions
Life breathes him in
As he takes a deep breath
Feeding off his energy
Natural logistic synergy
-chip
Like a weak child
I let your hand slip away
The suns beckoning call
Glistens promises of the day
Have you ever looked
The sun in the eyes
Naked and humble
Free of diguise
Whispers come softly
Seduced by the night
The moon plays mixed sounds
Bands hidden from sight
I wish I could hold your hand
As sun and moon dance
My heart's shouting loudly
This may be the last chance
I must make a stand
Or live with regret
Destiny is in my hands
Will I place my bet
The chance to gain
The chance to lose
To make no decision
Is still to choose
The fruit grows ripe
And hangs low on the tree
Someone will pluck it
Why can't it be me?
Thanks a lot blasher;) eom
wow! Chipped ... so very nice. thanks!
Far away a stranger gazes
But he’s not a stranger at all
Just stranger than you think
Admiration and curiosity
Melted and pressed into sweet candy
Too sweet for most taste
Desire of a pure heart
To match his own
Eludes him like a missing sock
What a pair they’d make
A winning hand
A king to make his queen royally flushed
But the house always wins
And steals the love of a gambling heart
Who bets it all on that one last hand
He plays for keeps
And keeps on playing a sweet song
On deaf ears
Clogged with garbage of the world
And lies about what love should be
And what could have been
She’s just right to him
Each curve designed by God
The Creator laughs as my heart skips a beat
Every mole delicately positioned
Each hair politely out of place
Her image is permanently painted in his mind
But his walls are already lined with paintings
And his poems fill the attic of his heart
His house seems as empty as ever
One last window of opportunity
Yelling at the top of his lungs
I’m in love and I don’t care who knows it
It’s too bad she doesn’t have a clue…
Sing song words
Slapped on the page
Like a second grade ballad
Devoid of all rage
Ryhymed all together
Like soap box ads
My poetry reeks
But is it that bad
No one post here
So why even bother
Naive orphans
Look for their fathers
These words are worthless
And most of all weak
These thoughts in my mind
And some I do speak
What was I thinking
Would someone listen
To comfortable pain
And unfullfilled missions
Potential only half way reached
Why can't I have the other half!
Is it me or is it you
He replaced life with math
Numbers stop the leak for now
They plug the hole in his heart
I grow a little harder every day
When did the finish become the start
He has EVERYTHING...
Except the one thing he has asked God for for years..........
Comfortable
I'm so comfortable
It makes me squirm
Self reliance
Takes a turn
My friend and enemy
One in the same
Comfort holds me
As my longing wanes
Its so hard
To pray to need
And lose control
With one plea
So simple
With fat stomachs
To eat and eat
Till the belly aches
Its hard to drive a Mercedes
Through the eye of a pin
Especially when you are carrying
All of that sin
Who will be brave enough
To pray for strife
And risk the diamonds
In their life?
Thanks Latino I really appreciate it...eom
thanks chipp I'm touch .>
I will look forward to seeing it. Thanks
It is a great movie IMO...a little bloodly but it really sticks with you...
I haven't seen it yet but intend on going. How did you like it?
Thanks MacSusan...I just saw The Passion of the Christ in case you can't tell...lol
Nice one chipped
Too Weak
I want to carry your cross Lord
But I am just too weak
I see you lying there in pain
And I just can't speak
I'm holding my breath
But I don't know why
Overwhelmed by humanness
When I see the blood you cry
Lord, Give me the strength
Pick me up when I fall
I carry the cross for one
But you did for all
This is a poetic piece by a girl who's passion is a little overwhelming...she is a friend of mine and I hope she doesn't mind if I post it...you can find her poem's here>http://sarahdawn11.diaryland.com/
diary 4
i wasnt clever and i believed you when you called me an angel, oh the nonscense and then im standing outside the place we lived and the plants are the same and the rain is the same, drowing feels the same. drop back on your heels and speed down the pavements thats how i prefer it. another cigarette deserves another and my hands can smell the addiction in the skin. there have been so many conversations hidden in the streets of thomas and seventh and in between the gasstation and the second floor of an apartment i crawled too on my knees. ive never been clever with love, spoken out too soon or too late and there i am leading my hand back to my fingers oh the writing continues trying to raise the titanic up out and repair the giant holes god doesnt anyone know that i have spent my twenties down on my knees, crumbling from the feet and ankles and crashing shins to the sidewalk. i have waited for a phone call, i have waited for an answer, i have waited for the grass to grow up over me, there beneath your balcony where you are lying inside forever your intentions of living gone somewhere in the cables and chords out into space and then around the neighborhoods making all the dogs fling their voices out at the space shuttles. there are things i remember about your face that never seemed to seperate themselves in the changing god i wish i wish i wish i had a newspaper from the day you drove, top down, to the harbor to blow away my chance to be a pearl me staring up at windows and blue skies
macsusan...that is one of my favorites too...that's a hard one not to like IMO...thanks for sharing...
One of my favorite poems by Robert Frost (1874-1963)
Two roads diverge in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day.
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Crystal Rain
Crystal rain
Teardrops falling,
Slowly down the window pane.
Ever sad,
Ever calling,
Always searching,
Searching for something more
Behind the eyes of the eternal door.
Hey chipped *wow* great poetry. I didn't know this board existed. Guess I don't cruise around iHub enough. lol. If I find my own old collection of poetry perhaps I'll post one or two.
Thanks hipster:) eom
good1 chipped!!!
On Top of a Mountain...
She climbed a mountain
To be closer to him.
Her screams seems to mutate
To whispers in wind.
Cinderella,
Without a glass slipper.
She'd rather wear shoes
That actually fit her.
She wonders if white knight
Is still yet to come,
Or if she passed him over
While she was too young.
She calls for a rider
To carry her pain,
Into the sunset,
And out of this rain.
Home is where the heart is,
And warmth beyond fire,
Memories merge into present
And future desires.
Two paths to travel,
Which way will she go?
Only the mountain
And cinderella know...
Thanks for your welcome ...
Would that it were ever so
But two things may make me go
One is the threat of a cruel snub
That may come from our cookied iHub
The other is that I cahnt
Do what I think the founders want
They say, in no uncertain terms,
"This forum is for those of us who like to express ourselves through prose. Please limit your posts to poems."
Contradicta which my soul burns.
I did, indeed,
your fine words read
Dare I follow
your generous lead
And post here
some thoughtless screed
Ere my racked brain
Doth go to seed?
Fred
Welcome back Koikaze...
Thanks for your words
And for your watching gaze,
Beware of Mr. Chruak
And his creamy donut glaze.
Despite what you've been told,
He really is an OK guy,
His PMs make me laugh,
Canadians are super fly...
Your words are always welcome here
As well as Churak's too,
No need to rhyme if you don't want
No one will yell at you.
In fact we've taken over this board,
The rules are ours to make,
A ghost town now for quite some time,
The founders took a break.
So post away, rhyme or reason,
Go ahead and take a dive,
I can't even say for sure
If the moderators are alive.
That brought a smile to my face...thanks...lol
You shoulda seen the first version
On which some would cast aspersion
Words to which I feel aversion
And so you got the gentler version
I know a word I did repeat
And so that rhyme is no great feat
If my talent were truly sweet
I could write this stuff with two left feet
Two feet, of course, are not a yard
Nor am I, in fact, a bard
What I do is not real hard
Except avoiding from this board barred
Fred
You just proved my point. Now THAT was a poem!
Still ... my habit has a meter
You don't know about, dear reader
And it made my life much sweeter
Though its moments now are fleeter
Fred
Non curo. Si metrum non habet, non est poema.
Divergent Paths
Two seperate traders,
Did go seperate ways,
They had some good times,
And money did make.
Each seperate trader,
Had his own style,
Proven and tested,
Both worked All the while.
Two seperate traders,
With two seperate groups,
Plenty of good stocks
To feed all the troops.
One spiteful trader,
Born of the first,
Mindless and heartless,
His tongue bore a curse.
A duck who did follow
His mother around,
And quack when his brother
Was no where to be found.
One spiteful trader,
Decided that he,
Would send private messages
Slandering me.
How did he think
That I wouldn't hear,
Of all of the nasties
He whispered in ears?
Why did he do it?
Who cares just the same?
He works in the dark
To slander my name.
Will they believe him?
I'd surely say no,
For those who do know me,
See the light that I show.
A trader with heart,
Striving to be,
Sharks swim about,
Nipping at me.
Lord show them the truth,
Help them to see...
More than a number
In a capitalist sea.
Love that poem - my thoughts exactly. I feel so lucky to be able to do the thing I love (trading) while my husband goes to work and pays the bills. The more I make the more I can help. Struggled a long time with whether it was ok to make money this way (gambling???), but I've decided if I can do some good with it, it's ok.
subblime...what it means to me is that good intentions have now become so warped that they are long gone...it has multiple meanings however and is always open to interpretation...
lol...chipped, i like that one.
but there is another one that has a line in it that does not seem to be in the same character as the rest....wondered if you would tell me about that. is that intentional contrast?..it's a line from The Black Eye...
"its purpose packed its bags and went" TIA< sub
Thank you
Thank you Lord
For all the green,
In my account,
Tis like a dream.
Your blessings
Rain down from above,
I will do my best
To share the love.
Put me in touch
With who you wish,
And allow me to help
Them with penny gifts.
Send me the poor
And the weak,
Please let me help them
To their feet.
Is this a dream?
Do I kid myself?
To help others in this selfish world,
Is it possible to share the wealth?
Keep me strong,
And most important humble,
Its first and goal
I don't want to fumble...
The Black Eye
A scarlet letter
The world did give,
Forgiveness fell right
Through the sieve.
With intentions
That went bent,
Its purpose packed
Its bags and went,
With consequence
Did anger vent.
You missed the mark
And blacked the eye,
The human judge
Of justice died.
A wrong turn
Leads to a dead end,
With human emotions
The curve begins,
And spins
Us in a dizzy wind,
Of misplaced hatred,
Human sin.
Silent Partner
Another face in the crowd,
Is all you are,
The moon blinds,
Even the brightest star.
Blending in,
You fade away,
Another mask,
Another day.
Where’s the leader,
Hid in you?
He sees the light,
But can’t break through.
You put out his candle,
That burned so bright,
And stranded him alone,
In pitch black night.
Hear him call you,
From the black,
You silence him,
And send him back.
and the beat goes on..lol what fun!! sub
Mutiny...it seems...
Upon this board,
The founders
Gave up long before.
With new names now,
And voices clear,
Like pirates
We invade with fear.
Sober minds,
So crisp and clear,
Slight undertones
Of wine and beer.
A few stop by
To say hello,
And question
What it is we know,
And why these seeds
We had to sow.
Don't ask me,
I just make the rhymes,
To soothe the pain
And pass the time.
Answers,
Are few and far between,
I am thankful,
If you know what I mean,
And take some lesson
Off this screen.
A cold computer
Laughs at you,
The search for warmth
Without a clue.
I thank you
For the words you spewed.
I read them
And my mind did chew.
A snack for now,
A meal for later?
My name is chip
I'll be your waitor.
Just let me know
What I can do
Just a second sir
I'll be right with you...
Thanks for that ... it's great.
I've written a couple of jesting posts. Please don't let them detract from the sincerity of this one.
Fred
Well, that's real slick there, Being Sub-lime
How quick you were with your neat rhyme!!
If I bandied words, t'would be a crime
For I lack the knack, and, more, the time.
Fred
Someone said sublime,
or did you just use me to rhyme?
I heard my name
and I can play your game
but let's get the rules straight
so we all know the gaite
and we can keep up the rythmn all the time.
Greetings and Salutations.
I come, by invitation, to greet you, good Chipped (I hope you ain't)
but
Alas and alack
I'm in a crack
What am I to do?
The Board's header page says:
"This forum is for those of us who like to express ourselves through prose. Please limit your posts to poems."
Meanwhile, my trusty Webster's tells me: Prose is the ordinary form of language, without rhyme or meter. How, then, am I to comply? It's true, I like to write in prose, but if my prose happens not to rhyme, I'll be a bad boy, all the time.
What's a feller to do?
How can I address you?
If I do so in prose
It's an offense to those
Who request that I rhyme
My comments sublime
Well, it can't be helped
Even if I am whelped
For all I can say
Is "I wish you a Good Day".
And, with that, I'll scurry back into the woodwork.
Fred
Nahhhhh!
I can't leave like that.
You don't know me
Nor is it plain to see
I'm trying my best
to speak in jest.
I hear that Ol' Churak's away
Soothing nerves too taut for the fray
But that won't do much to allay
The sharp tongue he uses to flay
Pompous people whose feet are of clay
And stick out to give them away
I guess he'll be back here some day
As usual, with too much to say
Fred
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