by Rudyard Kipling

A fool there was and he made his prayer
(Even as you and I!)
To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair
(We called her the woman who did not care),
But the fool he called her his lady fair
(Even as you and I!)

Oh the years we waste and the tears we waste
And the work of our head and hand,
Belong to the woman who did not know
(And now we know that she never could know)
And did not understand.

A fool there was and his goods he spent
(Even as you and I!)
Honor and faith and a sure intent
But a fool must follow his natural bent
(And it wasn't the least what the lady meant),
(Even as you and I!)

Oh the toil we lost and the spoil we lost
And the excellent things we planned,
Belong to the woman who didn't know why
(And now we know she never knew why)
And did not understand.

The fool we stripped to his foolish hide
(Even as you and I!)
Which she might have seen when she threw him aside --
(But it isn't on record the lady tried)
So some of him lived but the most of him died --
(Even as you and I!)

And it isn't the shame and it isn't the blame
That stings like a white hot brand.
It's coming to know that she never knew why
(Seeing at last she could never know why)
And never could understand.

by yours truly

Stranded in this Universe
Could be better, but how worse?
Why did mother give me nurse?
Such a curse, such a curse

Stranded on this desert Earth
Wretched, foul, untimely birth!
Where’s the laughter, where’s the mirth?
Worthless sham, for what it’s worth

Stranded in this withered Land
Damn the rainbow, damn the Hand
That first helped this bleak soul to stand
First undone and then un-manned

Stranded on this strangled Shore
Neptune gloats, then shrieks for more
How I abhor, o how abhor
This sunken world with no back-door

Stranded in this barren Home
Read the transcript, scan the tome!
Wherein the shameless gods do roam
And spit their drool like febrile foam

Stranded in this hell of Hells
Curse the split-tongued wedding-bells!
Curse the rivers, curse the dells
And bless the caverns, bless the wells

Stranded in this darkling Space
Where to find a human face
In this ill-begotten Race?
Full of mischief, void of grace

Stranded on this wasted Waste
Made in haste, yes made in haste!
How I pine for just a taste
Of something sacred, someone chaste

Stranded in this tortured Mind
Hoping, ‘gainst all hope, to find
Just one cloud that’s silver-lined
Just one touch not cruel but kind

Stranded in this woeful Fate
Unquenched hunger is my Mate
Sick of smiles that come too late
Sick of ‘kindness’ laced with hate

Stranded in this lifeless Life
I raise the blade, I clutch the knife
For all’s against me, all is strife
And Pain’s my sister, Death my wife

Stranded on this gulf Alone
It chills the marrow in the bone
How can God in truth atone
For every slight and every groan?

by yours truly

Devil's children, how they play
Gossip, scratch & bite all day
Frothing, foaming, filled with pain
From bitter lust they can't refrain

Oh what joy to live in hope
And not like those who blindly grope
Who seek in envy to destroy
This gift from God, this blessed joy

Closer, now, I draw to You
With gentle warmth & love so true
And though the black-eyed demons hiss
Our Love is sealed with holy kiss

Usurper: Wow! Now that has a definite catch to it! I love it!

The storm descends
overpowering uprooting
but in its aftermath
I am peaceful
I hear a birdsong

a psalm.

ADVERSITY

Aren’t we sometimes
left trembling from storms?
if we wait
silent
listening
for faith
peace returns.

The sleeper must awaken a message I was told,
From a book that in bold
told me to beware of deceptions, traditions and an 'old man'
To beware of those would take you, use you just for a scam
to support their world, another human pillar to say 'good job (it's just their plan).

They don't care,
a fake smile they wear,
As long as what they want they get,
They'll say anything I won't bet.
The old man gets his fix,
but they'll look for other tricks.
Munch, munch munch.

Don't hurry, it's just a game.
Shhh don't run, I'll name the pain.
Pay attention now. No, look here,
That's it, I'll make it clear.

Shhh don't run, I'll name the pain.
No, don't panic, there is nothing to gain.
Slow your heart down, listen.
Are you comfortable in that position?
Ahhhhh I gotcha now,
You can wipe that sweat off your brow.
But don't tell anyone,
It's just part of the fun.

Just listen to my voice,
I'll take away the need for choice.
Shhh don't run. I'll name the pain.

I stand between the dark and the light,
for me this is not a fight.
Just my sacrifice while I'm here,
To know, to see, to make clear.

I remember you know,
I can even see a glow.
But that's just normal for me,
nothing special to see.

Do you remember the code?
What that can handle the load?
lol It's a trick you see,
but I can't tell thee.
It wouldn't be fair
to leave you stumbling in the air.

Gotta love those wings,
Yes.. Those things.

Jules: wow! you're really laying em on here tonight! I like them,,they're good

Tuesday: Yes!! Tuesday.. I would have to agree with you on that one.. Jules.. you are so talented bud.. have you had anything published before??

I really love poetry..Just wish I was good at writing them.I've got a few that I might post another time.

MindyzTaken: Can't wait to see them.

Once I ate a frog
People called me a hog
But really, there it was on the log
And it was either me or the dog

Then I ate a bear
And spit out all its hair
I admit that's rare
But he gave me a scare

You shoulda been there

Usurper: you ate a frog? well I ate a hog
Not only that, I ate up the log
It was only me, there was no dog
I wish for desert I could have your frog

As for the bear, that aint so rare
I found where you spat out his hair
he wasn't phased, he did not care
It was too hot for him to wear

LOL I really must admit
You have a bit of wit
So how to reply to it
Has got me in a fit

To mistake you for a dog
And overlook the hog
I blame that on the fog
And sippin' too much grog

ok you beat me now
to reply I know not how
ahhhh, I will eat a cow
lets see you match that chow

my tummy's feelin full
as I move on to the bull
I give my tongue a pull
man, I am so cool ( a stretch with that rhyme )

ScarletRose: Nope, not yet

I'm so glad you came into my life,
I've never been happier before-
Each and every day,my love
I love you more and more.
The way you make me feel inside,
the way you show me you care-
The past holds no candle to you,
It doesn't even compare.
Your gentle words,your gentle touch,
Oh,it feels so right-
It feels like heaven,Im flying so high,
Can't wait to hold you tight.
And when I do,I'll never let you go
I'm gonna keep on loving you
and let my passion flow.
You are my everything,my love,my life-
This comes straight from my heart...Your future loving wife.


Written by: ME

MindyzTaken: WOW!!!

That's so beautiful, baby! Thank You!!!

Funny how things go
Rare - not so
Intimate at times - but truth
Eloborate within the circle
Nobody wish to see broken
Daily though, immeasurably hurt
Sometime, someplace, somewhere...

Friends care?

Is it good to remain silent, to not say how you feel.
Supression you know, is a bum deal.
It eats and builds in the quiet of your mind,
one day it'll strike you, often from behind.
So say what you feel regardless of whether people like it,
You'll feel better, you'll feel relief, a hit :)
It's good to be honest,
Lying is just like one great big unexploded hornets nest.
Tick tock,
Tick tock.

Jules: cool poem darling

xXx

heavenlyemma: Thankyou Darling xXx

Hope takes seed in an honest heart
On wings of love it makes its start
Not faithless, doubting, bitter...no
Even in darkness, it does glow
So wrapt in joy, with Spring so rife
This hope becomes thy fount of Life
"Yes", it says...to an honest heart

Why hope? When it is better to know,
Not doubting, but seeing the Glow.
Knowing no matter what life my bring,
Your gonna fly with one great grin.
Brings a kinda duality knowing what is and what will be,
Not just one at a time but both, together you see.
The path and the end,
The End. :)

Wanna know something that is extremely gay,
Something to celebrate each and every day.
That you do live in the world of souls,
Yes, even those that live like moles.
Cos while some may act like the devil incarnate,
They have a place.. even a name plate :)
So why don't we all go there today,
Open your eye and look that way.
See the light both here and there,
Hear the song that fills the air.
All are singing in different voices,
but listen to all in one voice rejoices.

Btw, it's a season ticket :)

The End? :-)
Has this ever an end?

These feelings of rejoice,
ok, you have a choice:

look towards the End...
or..
glance into eternity :-)

The end of time is what I mean,
no more that delusional dream.
No more up and down going around,
being in place knowing thy ground.
No more endless unrelenting time,
an eternity that more then fine.
Shall I bring forth the end of the world,
Is now ok, Mmmm what's it called?

The Rapture

that is
the end of times
the end of rhymes by men

the beginning of glory by God
when He'll descend
its not the end,

but the beginning of eternal life
for those who strife to believe
and chose Him in their lives;

men and wives
will be in awe

't Is what you reap that you will sow..

But not in the future is that moment,
The trembling is now, as I see the carrot,
shown me at a time before,
knock knock at heavens door.
After now having faced the abyss,
I am finding the answers that give me bliss.
Not some pedestal high in the sky,
but on rock, grounded, is that clouds? My oh My.
Hello my brother,
long time no see.

A message to you in pain,
Don't worry, it's not in vain.
It's all getting you where you will be,
Really your already there... see.
So forget about all your quick fixes,
Alchemy is no good unless you know the mixes,
that will come if you listen quietly,
A soft voice, no words but nicely,
giving love that is without doubt,
unconditional.. Isn't that worth a shout?
Countless billions glowing out there,
Thanks for the vision, I know you don't mind that I share :)

Purple: William Blake, right?

alanback: Of course. Most people learned it in high school Freshman English. The Vampire by Kipling is a little less well known but also an awesome poem.

Usurper & Purple: sshhht *whispers copyright..

they are beautiful.. but.... copyright.. shht..

Radiant Aunt: LOL. This is how Al Capone got started.

Purple: LOL - not sure what you mean... but please remove them

you cannot get in trouble for posying poem lyrics on here.

wayney: When the lyrics are your own original works then you are fine! When those are of other authors you cannot post them, as stated above and are as such site rules :-)

Purple: Thank you Purple

wayney: The point is, this is Fencer's rules. He says no copywritten lyrics.

I dont think ever in the history of the internet have any charges been laid for posting lyrics to song or poem on a non-profit site such as this. (non profit in this case refers to no profit from the posting of said lyrics)

It simply doesnt happen and to beleive it does is simply paranoid

wayney: Be that as it may,this is a privately owned site and the owner says no posting of other's works. Case closed. If you wish to voice your opinion on the matter,might I suggest you bring it up with Fencer.

The Black Widow
by FeliciaStone (Member) - published: March 18, 2005
© Copyright by FeliciaStone





At the center of the web
Sits a widow spider
Always dressed in black
With a splash of red -
(It’s slendering, you know);
Shirt cut low
With cups pulled high
And a shake-n-bake tan.
Always a fresh manicure,
Pedicure and waxed brows
From the afternoon spa.

“Hey there!” She sings
In her cheerleader voice
With forced giggle
And playful flirtings -
That have the effect
(On enlightened ones)
Of fingernails on a chalkboard.
And every conversation
(With the layers peeled off)
Only chants, “Me.”

Another tiny butterfly is stopped
By the sticky strands.
“Aren’t you a nice little thing,”
The spider seduces…
“How lucky I am to have you…”
She repeats,
As the appreciative butterfly,
Caught up in conversation
Doesn’t notice
The nurturing spider
Spinning her tighter and tighter
Into her burial gauze.

As she sucks the blood
From her innocent guest
She doesn’t notice
Or care
That the life force is damaged
And the butterfly is fading away,
Because she feels the vibration
Of other visitors
And is busy figuring out
How to make this look innocent
As she calls out to the next,
“Hey there!...”

Felicia Stone 3/17/05

there's been a change to the rules of this board. Please see above.

So...can I post my rhymes?
Yo!

Bruno Jesus: Yes,keeping in mind that this is a family site. Poetry is allowed that is not found offensive by the majority of the population and that doesn't flame other members.