alanback: I am sorry your father passed away. You must have loved him very much.

alanback: Very touching!! You should write more.

Stardust:
Radiant 36 9:
Thank you
I wrote that for my father after he passed away a few years ago.

alanback: Thats beautiful! Thank you for sharing that, alanback!

alanback: WOW!

I remember when I wouldn't hold your hand
To cross the street; How did it feel?
Were you proud that I was growing? Did you smile?
Or was it painful? The withdrawal of intimacy:
Sign that I would soon become a stranger?
Our closeness always was unspoken. Without touching,
How would we share? How exchange those feelings
Keeping us together? The answer was, we didn't.
Finally we shared a roof but little else;
But for random handshakes, nothing would have joined us.
I must say the fault was mine. It took me years and lives
To know the power of touch. Finding you again
I found you newly shy, as if we'd traded places.
Very little time was given me to show you what I'd learned.
As you lay there, breathing only, once again I held your hand.
Did you know that? Did you see?
How did it feel?

Drunk tank full to overflowing
Mollyflockers wall to wall
Coming twice as fast as going
Time gets big; tank gets small.

Dominoes slap on the table
Bloods play bones in tank next door
Bust a bone, if you be able
Red Death stick it good some more.

Three days past my kickout time
Ask to phone; don't get the juice--
Crime times crime just equals more crime
Cut the mollyflockers loose.

Will I make the Christmas kickout?
Will commissary come today?
Will they take my blood for Good Time
Or just take my guts away?

Some snitch found my homemade outfit!
They've staked a bull up at the still!
They've scoped the plants we were sprouting
At the bottom of the hill.

They punched my button, pulled my covers
Blew my cool, ruint my ruse
They've rehabilitated this boy
Cut this mollyflocker loose

The fish that nibbles on the wishing
Let him off his heavy rod
The gowned gavel-bangers fishing
Cut them loose from playing God.

Back off Johnson, back off peacefreaks
From vendettas, from Iraq
Cut loose the squares, cut loose the hippies
Cut loose the dove, cut loose the bomb.

You, the finger on the trigger
You, the hand that weaves the noose
You hold the blade of brutal freedom--
Cut all the mollyflockers loose.

Godiva:

Excellence on words makes the dots
forming sentences and the blank spots

thoughts
feelings

a simple sound
as it hits the ground

emptyness
can make a difference
though

so

when words seems like yelling
the empty spots could be telling

more..

Copyright Josetta - January 30th, 2005

'Lost in the Matter
between Why and Not?
The Pain is Hidden
in a Well Lit Spot'

Partica: hehe.. actually I wrote that hmm about a year and half ago.. the copyright thing keeps getting bumped up.. I have more on Poetry.com if you are interested..

If something gets in your way,
Just THINK IT Over...
If something gets in your way,
JUST THINK IT OVER!

If something gets in your way,
Just think it OVER...
If something gets in your way,
JUST THINK IT OVER!

And, it will fall down
It will fall down
It will fall
Just wait 'n see!

Soon, it'll fall down
It'll fall down
It'll fall
TAKE IT FROM ME!

Everything that gets in your way ain't real
Everything that gets in your way ain't real
Everything that gets in your way ain't real
It ain't real!
It ain't real, so
What's the deal?

It ain't real, so
What's the deal?

It'll fall over
Over
Over

ScarletRose: always knew you were good Cathy!

Knights in White
Run wild and free..
the warm summer breeze..
Take all of me now..
then leave with a bow!!..

The sudden life forces..
they tremble within..
Urges of desire..
Known only as Sin..

Capture the essence..
Of romance yet young..
give to me my pentance..
and take of me my tongue..

For desires deep inside..
lure to me your call..
Awaken passions fury..
til then.. when it's Fall..


Cathryn Higgs

Copyright ©2005 Cathryn Ann Higgs

I have been a bit busy just. but back now ;o)

Where have ya been Aragon?

And nice to be seen ;o)

Aragon: Hello Darren!! So nice to see you again!

Nice to see that some boards just stay the same............BRILLIANTLY EXCITING :o)

Partica: Yes,it is!

Stardust: Well alternate title is just as good as original if stated by the author! And yes you are correct it was Veronica Shoffstall (so google says LOL)!
You are most welcome for the share!

Partica: It's actually titled 'After a While' and 'Comes the Dawn'is the alternate title. It was written by Veronica A. Shoffstall
and it is a very touching poem.
Thank you for sharing

Partica: from here to there, from near to far, what a beautiful star you are! almost as bright as venus! :0) you have to let me know the writter! you only read the best!

-facetious christopher

Comes the Dawn

After a while you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand an chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contrtacts
and presents aren't promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats
with your head held up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child
And you learn to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn that even sunshine burns
if you get too much.

So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul
insteadof waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure
that you really are strong
and you really do have worth
And you learn and you learn
with every goodbye you learn. . .

 
 
 

He's a Drugstore Truck Drivin' Man
He's the head of the Klu Klux Klan
When Summer comes rollin' around
You'll be lucky to get outta town

He's been like a Father to me
He's like the only DJ you can hear after 3
I'm an all-night singer in a Country band
And if he don't like me, he don't understand

He's a Drugstore Truck Drivin' Man
He's the head of the Klu Klux Klan
When Summer comes rollin' around
You'll be lucky to get outta town

He's got him a house on the hill
And he can play Country records 'til you've had your fill
He's a lawman's friend
He's an all-night DJ
And he sure don't think much like the records he plays

He don't like resistance, I know
And he said it last night, on a big TV show
He's got him a medal that he won in the war...
Weighs 500 pounds and it sleeps by the door

He's a Drugstore Truck Drivin' Man
He's the head of the Klu Klux Klan
When Summer comes rollin' around
We'll be lucky to get outta town
We'll be lucky to get outta town...

 
 
 

All dressed in uniforms so fine
They drank and killed to pass the time
Wearing the shame
Of all their crimes
With measured steps they walked in line
They walked in line

They carried pictures
Of their wives
And number tags
To prove their lies
And made it through the whole machine
With dirty hearts and hands washed clean
They walked in line

Full of a glory never seen
They made it through the whole machine
Turn never questioned anymore
Hypnotic trance
They never saw

                     -- I C

There was once a little dove
Who had a secret love
her love was a crush
as she watched him secretly in a bush.

EIHN:

EIHN: very nice

EIHN:

Stardust: That's okay. Just be on the lookout for the F.B.I.

EIHN: That is something you'll have to ask Fencer. As of right now it isn't an issue for this board. I would like to get this board back to it's purpose...Poetry. Any more discussion on this subject can be carried out on the Brainking.com board or Feature Requests. Any ome posts not related to poetry will result in the posts being deleted and the poster hidden.

Stardust: Fencer was worried about the copyright law. That is why he made that rule.
But I think the rule should apply to ALL boards, don't you?

EIHN: The copyright law isn't the issue nor is it the rule.Like BBW said...different boards/different rules. Period. End of discussion. I suggest if you don't agree with the rules of any board you take it up with Fencer. We as moderators don't make the rules. We abide by them and enforce them when necessary.

Stardust: Issue is, is the Poetry board exempt from the same copyright law that effects the Music board? Just curious...

EIHN - look at the top of the music board and there is a rule not to post lyrics. Look at the top of this board, no rule about not posting poems. Different boards, different rules. You can't take the rules of "talk about backgammon" from the backgammon board and apply them to the chess board.

EIHN: please clarify

Stardust: Special dispensation ?

EIHN: The copyright rules may be the same (allowance of material) But the SITE RULE is different. There was a problem with people posting long lyrics on the music board so Fencer stopped it as it was too much. That hasn't been a problem here.

Stardust: Excuse me, but the rule for Poetry is the same as for Lyrics. All Poems and Lyrics are subject to copyright law. However, if you look at that post regarding the law, you will see that under 'Fair Use', it is permissable to post ANY Lyrics or Poems, unless you are making money from it, or being derogatory towards the copyright owner.

As for the length issue. This board runs up against the same problem of 'flooding'.
So, I don't think everyone should post giant novels of material, as it uses up everyone else's space.

The real point here is there shouldn't be hypocracy in the Music Board if people are allowed to post copyrighted poetry on this board.

      What do you think ?

EIHN: Thank you for that but it doesn't really affect this board. The reason for the rule on the Music Board is Fencer doesn't want lyrics posted as it will take up too much space (that's my understanding)
Poems by any author are permitted on this board as long as they include the author's name :-)

Stardust:

The following is the portion of the U.S. Copyright Office - 'Fair Use' page, that pertains to posting lyrics on discussion boards. This is the law, still in effect:
:


The 1961 Report of the Register of Copyrights on the General Revision of the U.S. Copyright Law cites examples of activities that courts have regarded as fair use: "quotation of excerpts in a review or criticism for purposes of illustration or comment; quotation of short passages in a scholarly or technical work, for illustration or clarification of the author's observations; use in a parody of some of the content of the work parodied; summary of an address or article, with brief quotations, in a news report; reproduction by a library of a portion of a work to replace part of a damaged copy; reproduction by a teacher or student of a small part of a work to illustrate a lesson; reproduction of a work in legislative or judicial proceedings or reports; incidental and fortuitous reproduction, in a newsreel or broadcast, of a work located in the scene of an event being reported."

EIHN: I'm not a lawyer but I think anything that is in print is subject to being copied. As long as it doesn't benefit the copier (ie: financially) it's probably not an issue.
If anyone has anything to add,I'd appreciate any constructive input.

Isn't posting poetry, that wasn't written by the person who posted it, a violation of copyright law ?

The Riddle of the World

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan
The proper study of Mankind is Man.
Placed on this isthmus of a middle state,
A Being darkly wise, and rudely great:
With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side,
With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride,
He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest;
In doubt to deem himself a God, or Beast;
In doubt his mind and body to prefer;
Born but to die, and reas'ning but to err;
Whether he thinks to little, or too much;
Chaos of Thought and Passion, all confus'd;
Still by himself, abus'd or disabus'd;
Created half to rise and half to fall;
Great Lord of all things, yet a prey to all,
Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd;
The glory, jest and riddle of the world.

-- Alexander Pope

danoschek: bravo z;)

And now -- the shortest poem in the world....

              Aherm..

                   Why ?

Thank you, thank you

Thanatos: Beautiful!

Cold Reality

Hate is Love in a way only friends show,
Cold stares linger in the walls of deception,
A broken soul to wither to dark skies
The reality seeping through my mind,
Clashing hearts,
Yet one of a kind.

Crucified words
To the point that nothing
Means something.

*

*
I know you're magical,
Honest, maybe rastered (sometimes)
Let the whole of Babylon uprise to sample
Drifting past with their master
And his unknown plan (but)
If you know it's out there
(And for you)
Have the nerve to take it home.

~*~ Daniel 11.01.2005