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Thy careless deception of lie rears
Flew endless rivers from my pointless tears
Thy promised majestic scenes so glorious
Still so fearful they appear in thine silence

In thy kingdom of blind kings are one eyed
Oh you king of kings towards within
Thy dying children weep for thine mercy
And yet you no hearer or deaf you seem

In Thy web my youth was lived and grew
Still wide sights of sadness only far away
Thy theater of tragedy fair played for long
With every sunrise brings new sadness with no choice

Thy creature seeks solely for its end of role
Now that your world ruined its heart of soil
And thy play ends these words so cold and torn
What left is to thank you for all you may heard so

2007-12-22 07:37:26 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

I need help writing a poem thats similar to the poems of the Old Ironsides" and "The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls."
In the poem, use the theme, death or the end of an era.
I can't think of how to start it or how to make a nice poem please help

2007-12-22 06:46:28 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

Smiles. Two more then I have probably exhausted my repetoire.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, every where you look,
From the Banker down the street, to the baker handing out treats
even for that guy there, being robbed by a local thief.
It's beginning to smell a lot like Christmas
from every shop I pass,
But the sweetest fragrance yet, is not one I will bet
is from our cars, exhaust gas.
And so on............
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Frosty the Snowman
wasn't doing well this year;
selling sweet "snowcones"
to those stuck at home
in the North Country, I hear
Frosty the Snowman
lived a fairytale life I'd say
but decided to go where the snow don't blow
saying "I may be back one day."
It might have been the ice on his chin
or a cousin deep in the south
but when old frosty set his mind
he said "I'm getting out"
Now Frosty the Snowman
is "alive" as he can be
as he relaxes with tall, cool drink,
underneath a large Palm tree

2007-12-22 04:17:22 · 7 answers · asked by DIY Doc 7

Up on the roof top with slips and clicks
Daddy is trying his decorating tricks.

Cussing and grumblings are what I heard
while Mommy shouts, "Hey, that's a bad word."

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"Chorus"

"Yo, ho, ho, don't you know
every Christmas is how this goes.

Ya, ha, ha, can't you see
I still have to put up the Christmas tree."

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We don't have a Chimney, and I wondered quick
how the heck will old St. Nick,

Find a way into our, house this night
the alarm will be set, to lessen our fright;

"insert or not"

Plus we live in Florida ya know,
so there ain't much chance of snow.

But I'll be up sneaking late at 3
and wait under the Christmas tree.


And yada yada yada

It's just PLAY, and FUN, no need to take the irreverent Reverend seriously.

Be well "y'all"

2007-12-22 02:32:34 · 4 answers · asked by DIY Doc 7

OK after this I may have to shut off my radio. :) Nothing strictly to READ INTO this one.


I saw Mommy kissing "Santa Claus"
in the laundry room so late last night.

He musta snuck in the back door
His coat was on the floor

and he and Mommy were giggling
but I sure don't know what for...........

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BUT I saw Mommy kissing "Santa Claus"
as she led him through the house so deeply dark.

Up the stairs and to her room
as I sat there in the gloom,

Setting out the cookies and milk
I heard my Mommy "swoon"

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Then I heard Mommy telling "Santa Claus"
"Hush, yer gonna wake that little boy."

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And with a big smile on my face
I heard my Daddies voice

Saying, "Never fear I got him lots of toys."

2007-12-22 02:00:46 · 2 answers · asked by DIY Doc 7

Empty
a walking catatonic
girl
thick with anger
the clouds crowd out
the sunshine rays
that flicker with shimmer dust

the cat
a pot of gold at the
end of a rainbow
searching for warmth
in a barren place

nothing will grow
in my garden
the pumpkins rot
no soul to carry
they fly,
askew

2007-12-22 01:40:32 · 3 answers · asked by fchyenne 5

I used to be in showbiz (stage manager). I have many friends who still are. I have published several things such as magazine articles, essays and even song lyrics, but never a poem. I checked with an attorney. He said that as soon as you post something here, it is 'Published'. You put a time and date stamp on it by showing it to the world on Yahoo!.

The Yahoo! TOS clearly state that Yahoo! makes no claim of ownership. The things you display here belong to you.

However, if you do plan to make a million bucks by sharing your literature with the world, an official copyright is advisable.

TD Euwaite

2007-12-22 01:37:33 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

Sung to the tune of a pretty familiar Christmas song.


Ya better not grumble,
Ya better not grouse,
Please, please, please
don't "over LIGHT" your house.

Another Walmarts comin to town.

Be makin a list
and checkin it twice,
forget nice or naughty
just think about price

Walmarts comin to-oooo your town.

It's wide open when you're sleepin
crowded when you're awake.
It don't have blue light specials
but it's close for goodness sake.

So pick up yer purse, pack up the gang
drag em off shopping and let dinner "Hang"

Walmart is a comin to town.

Harpy Holly Daze to all

2007-12-22 01:21:23 · 4 answers · asked by DIY Doc 7

I think when Tom called Cinnamon 'Major English', everything changed. What's you're favorite moment?

Also, Tom, before the smoking ban, those were funny.

2007-12-22 01:05:05 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

*****

Oh SISTER will you please
Take me by the hand
Let me show you
Where the wisdom lies
See the fishes swimming
In the rivers and streams
This is not a place to urinate

Oh BROTHER stand by me
And see what I see
Are the colors true
What do they mean to you
See the people
With money in hand
It is not all there for you to have

Oh REFLECTION on the broken glass
How can I be this thing
Looking cross-eyed at me
With cheek lines cracking
See the way it separates
As you look for
The real you

*****

2007-12-22 00:45:14 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

I need to know. my little cousin every year likes it when i read her a new christmas poem to get her to sleep before "Santa" comes. It's me and hers tradition, but i can't find any knew ones!

2007-12-22 00:33:20 · 1 answers · asked by Kasey 2

LOVE LOVE AND LOVE
-------------+++------------

Love is

Not cold...

Love is

Not hot...

Love is

Not warm...

Love is

Not summer...

Love is

Not winter...

Love is

Not rainee...

Love is

Not soft...

Love is

Not heard...

Love is

Not sweet...

Love is

Not spicee...

Love is

Not tasty...

Love is

Not money...

Love is

Not huney...

Love is

Not ...

Not...not

At all

But...

Feel too all

All too feel with

Love ...

Love...

Love...

Love...

Love...

That is a love...

With love and love...

++otteri selvakumar

2007-12-22 00:33:01 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

This morning you said,
"I saw my guardian angel,
And I saw shadows
Of those who have gone before me."

This afternoon I said,
"Why won't you speak to me?"
And you answered,
"I have nothing left to say."

Open your eyes, my love,
Speak to me one more time,
Your flesh is still soft,
Your hand unmoving, but warm,

Winter came last night.
And I'm afraid.

2007-12-21 23:31:16 · 3 answers · asked by Elaine P...is for Poetry 7

Thanks :-)

“Angel of God”

Angel of God you are rare
Angel are you out there?
Angel do you care?
Angel I feel bare

Angel bring me to my feet
Make me stand
Make me fly
Make me soar above this sorrow
Angel that I want to meet

Angel of God you’re my friend
My protector till the end
I wish I could see you
I wish I didn’t need you
Angel we have heard on high

Angel help me to be strong
Give me guidance sent from God
Give me faith to build my spirit
Give me warmth to soothe my chills
Angel tell me I am loved

Angel take me with you
Take me high above the clouds
Take me to those golden gates
Take me to a place filled with love
Angel take me home to my fathers open arms

Angel are you listening?
Bring me to my feet
Make me stand
Make me fly
Make me soar above this sorrow
Angel that I want to meet

2007-12-21 23:25:24 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

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2007-12-21 23:21:25 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-12-21 23:03:23 · 3 answers · asked by x-missbrightside-x 2

With you gone, I write to you
Every minute of the day
I write so many lines for you
In my mind a whole book’s waiting
For you to return and read

If only I could put down
At least a few lines
I’ve written in my mind
For you to see and read out loud

If only I could turn the pages
Of my heart and mind
And put down, word by word
For you to see and feel
For you to touch my heart
And understand the way I feel

If only I could myself to you reveal

2007-12-21 21:47:12 · 7 answers · asked by Analyst 7

Only in dreams we can be together
Reality separates us, keeps us locked in each our prison
I can dream and love and call for you, be with you forever
Even though space keeps us apart every hot or cold season

I can keep up with two realities, and be with you
Write my poems for you, my mind wandering elsewhere
My feelings were never so powerful and true
My heart, all warm, calls for you, come here

Know I live with you in my heart and in my mind
Never doubt this, never think I’ll forget you
I’ll keep forever your words close to my heart, words so warm and kind
This darkness of uncertainty only the light of our warmth can pierce through

2007-12-21 21:33:10 · 10 answers · asked by Analyst 7

I'm 16, and I wanted to make sure I'm not gonna just suddenly get bad at writing poetry. I feel like I'm still getting better, but I'm afraid one day I'll just wake up and have lost all ability to write poetry.

2007-12-21 19:11:58 · 8 answers · asked by Stephen R 4

Does anyone know what this saying means? I have a definition of it, but I dont know how to say it.

2007-12-21 18:25:42 · 4 answers · asked by Rakkaus 3

~For ten bucks a night
You can get wasted
For life,
That's not considering inflation
Which might make it
Somewhere around twenty
Unless the world turns
Moral in
Another prohibition --
In that case you'd do
Just as well a
Junkie!

2007-12-21 17:56:59 · 16 answers · asked by Anonymous

"The lyric poet may drink wine and live generously, but the epic poet, he who shall sing of the God's and their descent unto men must drink water out of a wooden bowl. For poetry is not devil's wine, but God's wine."

2007-12-21 17:30:21 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

Today is Valentines Day

We are alone in Topanga Canyon
He does not want us here anymore
Feeling as if I did something wrong
Asked to now be taken home

Sitting outside
Hearing the thunder roar
Rain now lightly starts to fall
Not wanting to go inside

Rain falls harder now
Moved under cover
Watching black clouds overhead
Enveloping all around

Darkness continues
Rain slows
Thunder booming
Louder as it goes

My heart is heavy
No feelings of joy
Not even the rains
Can cleanse a tortured soul

Dreams of traveling to the past
When happiness was there
All that is now seen
Are tears in a mirror

The shadow behind is walking away
Listening always
Words they never say
Valentines Day spent alone

2007-12-21 15:05:47 · 8 answers · asked by Sam 4

A Mind Of Flight

As I write my mind
Begins to take flight;

It might fly like a child’s kite,
Just sitting in one spot
All day and all night;

As I write my mind
Begins to take flight;

It might sore like a bird,
Traveling to cites you
Have never even heard;

As I write my mind
Begins to take flight;

It might become a breeze,
Flowing swiftly in between
The tall grass and tress;
A mellow breeze capable
Of sailing the seven seas;

My mind is capable
Of all of these,
So I beg of you please…
Write with your mind, heart, or soul
and don’t let it vanish into a hole…

2007-12-21 13:54:16 · 20 answers · asked by JaAfNy 1

Drum
Written by Semper Fi Reborn

This drum has no style.
It has a faulty rythm.
It's beat is off.
Timing has no synchronization.
It picked up it's sticks,
And left it's band hungry.
With no bass or snares to eat.
No cymbals clang for it.
It left a lot of hungry little drums,
With a stressed out Mommy drum.
What a deadbeat.

2007-12-21 12:32:20 · 28 answers · asked by Semp-listic! 7

I heard a friend reciting it and I can't find it on any websites.

2007-12-21 12:04:38 · 2 answers · asked by cornetpalyer 3

A Bow Around Me
Written by Semper Fi Reborn

They had only each other.
Not much food.
Few clothes.
Worn out shoes.
Yet they were not sad.
Like the rich who cherish wealth.
Then weep at it's loss.
No they had other riches,
That accrued other interests.
They didn't seek pity,
For sadness was not in them.
They were givers of joy,
To all who had met them.
Long ago they found a gift,
That would sustain them all their days.
All their nights,
In every way.
They recieved Jesus into their hearts,
As a personal gift of love.
It was as if God had said,
"Tie a Bow Around Me."
That's how happy you could be.

2007-12-21 11:18:24 · 12 answers · asked by Semp-listic! 7

I had a huge fight with this person last night and this poem just flew out of me. I'm in the U.S. Your comments are much appreciated.


Vile

Spew your vile vitriol
That ushers from the blackest hole
Of hell. And that of which
The civil do not speak.
Yes, spew it as a sickening streak
on someone else, next time
Indeed, if anyone else,
Would ever give to you their precious time.

I see now I was the fool.
Should have let you sink
in your black abomination pool
It would have spared me true,
the moments of wasted life and breath on you.

Nothing pours forth from your gaping maw
But lies, deceit, excuses.
of that which is filthy and morose
You seem to find such endless uses.
An endless cycle of disgust.
What once was good and right,
turns taint and putrid with your rust.
Such is the nature
of your despicable touch.

2007-12-21 10:52:20 · 12 answers · asked by Spiffs C.O. 4

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Money? money? Hey, you!
Could you spare some,please, sir?
I'll empty my pockets, sure;
I haven't much to give you.

Not enough for you to stay alive on.
(I keep enough to catch a ride on.)
I pray that, maybe, a warm sandwich;
prevents this being the street he dies on.
Warms him, if here he coldly lies on.

I have a coupon, we can split fries...
smiling, "O.K." the thoughts of liquor die.
With a person, problems can just fly.
As his story falls on my ears and eyes.

2007-12-21 10:38:40 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

Picking pipers playings perceptively;
Running rampantly, ragingly...."Reality!"
Outside of oozing on operationality.
Denying debate, diffusing deceptives;
Sounds, sonnets, sollilloquoys..."Sanity!"

2007-12-21 09:44:38 · 14 answers · asked by Anonymous