How does the sun light the world?

How does the moon affect the tide?

How do the clouds make the shapes

That we see in the sky?


How can I hear your voice

From so far away

And yet not see you

As I clutch the phone


How can I know

There's a Power up above

Someone I can turn to

and know unending Love


If I understood it all

I'd explain it to you

But just know I trust it all

I do ... just like I trust you

I see we have new mods here.

Congrats to Stardust, Snoopy, and hotmommy22

I often contradict myself.
Oh no, I never do.
I argue with me day and night.
That simply isnt true.

Oh yes it is. Oh no it's not.
I do this all day long.
Oh no I don't. Oh yes I do.
That's right. No way! It's wrong.

I'm really quite agreeable.
I argue night and day.
I love to be around myself.
I wish I'd go away.

So if you see me arguing,
it's certain that you won't.
I like to contradict myself.
I promise you I don't.

--Kenn Nesbitt

William Wordsworth:
Written in Early Spring

I heard a thousand blended notes
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What Man has made of Man.

Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower,
The periwinkle trail'd its wreaths;
And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopp'd and play'd,
Their thoughts I cannot measure,—
But the least motion which they made
It seem'd a thrill of pleasure.

The budding twigs spread out their fan
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.

If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature's holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What Man has made of Man?

Deep in my soul
where all is pure
where time stands still
and all is sure

Where naught but love
can enter in
the only one since
time's begin

The part of me
I thought was lost
But now have found
what 'er the cost

You are my love
my other half
Now we're complete
we'll always last


For my love
April 29,2007

Stardust: That is lovely!!

Dolittle: thank you

(warabe/tóng, child. Hey, if Oscar Wilde can use Greek, Latin, and French in the titles of his poems, I can have Chinese characters!)

Oh! greatest reasure of them all,
One day you'll hear Nature's call,
Like great Saul thou shall fall,
To Oblivion in thy pall.

The Night
Opened its
Eye,
And Spit!
the Sun
Up....LmK

Mom's smiles can brighten any moment,
Mom's hugs put joy in all our days,
Mom's love will stay with us forever
and touch our lives in precious ways...

The values you've taught,
the care you've given,
and the wonderful love you've shown,
have enriched my life
in more ways than I can count.

I Love you Mom!

As long as you're ebbing with their Tide
You'll get along just fine;
But try and be your Own ocean?
And they'll leave you High & Dry~LmK

My dog is not like other dogs.
He doesn't care to walk,
He doesn't bark, he doesn't howl.
He goes "Tick, tock. Tick, tock."

He beeps each day at half-past nine.
At noon he starts to chime.
I have a strong suspicion
that my dog can tell the time.

Another dog might run and play,
or smother me with licking,
but my dog just annoys me
with his beeping and his ticking.

Should you decide to buy a dog,
consider my remarks:
When looking for a "watch dog,"
get yourself the kind that barks.

--Kenn Nesbitt

I´ve some nasty new poems. Can I post them?

Andre Faria: Of course not.

I am lost
I am alone
without my Love
so far from home

We once were part
of a greater scheme
Entwined together
Without a seam

Then destiny came
and ripped apart
that which was real
that which was wrought

I searched in vain
through time's expanse
Watched empires fall
and lovers dance

Throughout it all
I have remained
steadfast and true
to Love's regain

Until at last
with pen in hand
I find my Love
among the sand

We will embrace
True Lovers found
Ne'er more to part
Forever bound

Stardust: Kinda emo.

Bernice: I've been selected 4 times in the last 5 years and althlugh the poems are good, I find the place to be a bit of a scam type thing for amatuers.. Me being, proudly, one of them . ~.~

What people miss out on
Not bothering to care;
A Flick of the wrist
A Disdainful Stare...LmK ~.~
Willow Press @

I have a friend.
I don't know where she's been.
I miss her a lot.
Maybe I just forgot
To say what she means to me
I hope she is pain free
And that she is happy now.
I will never forget how
she made my day brighter
and made my load lighter.
Her biggest gift in the end
is that she is always my friend.

A TJ original thinking of my friend.

TJ:

TJ: that brought tears to my eyes its beautiful

TJ: My dear friend...that is beautiful! Thank you for sharing and please continue to do so.

It is heartbreaking for TJ and myself to announce that BossLady (Pat) passed away on 27th June 2007, she will be badly missed by us all, we are lost for words at this moment
http://cgi.bowesonline.com/pedro.php?id=44&x=story&xid=320410

She’s not sexy
She’s not romantic
She’s not good in bed

She’s only beautiful

She’s not imaginative
She’s not perceptive
She’s not discriminating

She’s only a trophy on display

She’s not magical
She’s not soothing
She’s not mysterious

She’s only a moving statue, unaware, tragic, hollow

WellyWales: Yehi zikhra barukh, may her memory be blessèd.

I lie on the ground,
and stare into space,
the stars start to move,
into the shape of your face.

I see you there now,
looking down at me,
with that cute little smile,
that I like to see.

You say "close your eyes",
"tell me what you see",
I see only two people,
just you and me.

We're walking the shoreline,
with our feet getting wet,
the horizon turns pink,
as the sun starts to set.

We make love through the night,
on that white sandy shore,
then I hold you while thinking,
I could want nothing more.

Oh I wish I could be,
in that one special place,
as I lie on the ground,
and I stare into space...

- Randy Schutte -

Tuesday: Where beest thou from?

The White Fires of Venus
by Denis Johnson

We mourn this senseless planet of regret,
droughts, rust, rain, cadavers
that can't tell us, but I promise
you one day the white fires
of Venus shall rage: the dead,
feeling that power, shall be lifted, and each
of us will have his resurrected one to tell him,
"Greetings. You will recover
or die. The simple cure
for everything is to destroy
all the stethoscopes that will transmit
silence occasionally. The remedy for loneliness
is in learning to admit
solitude as one admits
the bayonet: gracefully,
now that already
it pierces the heart.
Living one: you move among many
dancers and don't know which
you are the shadow of;
you want to kiss your own face in the mirror
but do not approach,
knowing you must not touch one
like that. Living
one, while Venus flares
O set the cereal afire,
O the refrigerator harboring things
that live on into death unchanged."

They know all about us on Andromeda,
they peek at us, they see us
in this world illumined and pasteled
phonily like a bus station,
they are with us when the streets fall down fraught
with laundromats and each of us
closes himself in his small
San Francisco without recourse.
They see you with your face of fingerprints
carrying your instructions in gloved hands
trying to touch things, and know you
for one despairing, trying to touch the curtains,
trying to get your reflection mired in alarm tape
past the window of this then that dark
closed business establishment.
The Andromedans hear your voice like distant amusement park music
converged on by ambulance sirens
and they understand everything.
They're on your side. They forgive you.

I want to turn for a moment to those my heart loves,
who are as diamonds to the Andromedans,
who shimmer for them, lovely and useless, like diamonds:
namely, those who take their meals at soda fountains,
their expressions lodged among the drugs
and sunglasses, each gazing down too long
into the coffee as though from a ruined balcony.
O Andromedans they don't know what to do
with themselves and so they sit there
until they go home where they lie down
until they get up, and you beyond the light years know
that if sleeping is dying, then waking
is birth, and a life
is many lives. I love them because they know how
to manipulate change
in the pockets musically, these whose faces the seasons
never give a kiss, these
who are always courteous to the faces
of presumptions, the presuming streets,
the hotels, the presumption of rain in the streets.
I'm telling you it's cold inside the body that is not the body,
lonesome behind the face
that is certainly not the face
of the person one meant to become.

Oh beautiful Ocean!
Your hypnotic waves
Call to Me
I feel them
Touch me gently
As you call them back
They drag me along
I am blind to the world
As the sirens sing their song

Oh sparkling sea!
I long for a life
On your infinite blue
The tails of whales
As the day starts anew
Orange and pink
A miraculous sight
As the sun sets
And becomes the night

Oh mysterious blue!
How I live for your spray
As it brushes my face
And dance with the sunlight
With beauty and grace
On you I sail
To lands afar
Adventure and freedom
Is what you are

By Devon Sklair

Tuesday:

Tuesday: I havent read this board for a very long time & Im so glad that you reminded me to!
 I really love your poetry by the way! 

Snoopy: Thank you for that! It is like a breath of Spring! 

Choose
by Carl Sandburg

THE single clenched fist lifted and ready,
Or the open asking hand held out and waiting.
Choose:
For we meet by one or the other.

Snoopy:  Wonderful!!     What a lovely piece of writing!  

Snoopy: That was very nice!!

To err is human
That's what they say
Forgiveness divine
For that we pray

The grass is greener
on the other side
That's what they say
but they run and hide

More blessed to give
Than to receive
Who are 'they'
Who know these things?

Stardust: Thank you for posting your poem Stardust. It's very nice.

TJ: Thank you you are too kind. Now will you post something of yours,please? :-)

My eyes behold your wonder
My heart can feel your love
My head tells me it cannot be
My soul has found it's glove

We wander through Existance
Each lost in Time's Expanse
Crossing hurdles,streams and highways
We walk,skip,run and dance

Then somewhere in an instant
Our souls come face to face
Time seems to stop forever
Aloneness is erased

But only for a heartbeat
Then onward we must go
completing our destiny
continuing to grow

Stardust: Very nice....keep on posting!!