Foxy Lady: thanks lady :)

A Mothers Prayer
Lord help me remember when I feel it's a chore
The time will come when I'll hold her no more
Asleep on my chest, the blanket refused
The crib, the pacifier, gone unused
For infants grow up and leave us behind
With only memories left to remind us
Of midnight walking and pre-dawn rocking
Of soft, helpless babies unable to sleep
So, Lord make me patient and keep me awake
As I cradle this baby, and don't let me take
For granted the moments I spend in the night
With this baby - Your gift
My joy - My delight.

Anonymous

Back to the beauty of...
the Rose of Red...

Strip off those petals...
lay down their sweet scent...
upon the cool covers...
where I lay my body spent...

The silkiness surrounds me...
it tickles my skin...
a red cast has etched itself
the sheets of within...

The moon softly floats...
as it pauses in the sky...
through my curtain it illuminates..
a shadow of the rose and I...


Cathryn A Higgs

Copyright ©2005 Cathryn A Higgs

Foxy Lady: I like that. It's nice :)

ScarletRose: You wrote a few more didn't you?

ScarletRose: Very nice. I never was very good at writing poetry but if I get brave I'll post a few I wrote in HS. ;) But when it comes to Dr Suess kind of poetry (hehe) I'm the man. ;)

ArtfulDodger: I have that poem/prayer in a frame and read it alot when i'm up most of the night.

Foxy Lady: I just reread it...I think I'll cry. I was thinking about this when I was with Camryn today. I think I'll send it to my daughter. She'll cry for sure.

ArtfulDodger: Awwwwwww you could print it out for your daughter.I'll send it to you.

Foxy Lady: cool, I'll add a pic to the poem....that will be nice ;)

ArtfulDodger: You should have it.

Foxy Lady: :) got thank you

ArtfulDodger Chit 16. August 2005, 15:02:45

I went into the other room, where I like to sit,
And thoughtfully considered - this word named chit.

It’s not not a word, which means that it is,
And I’ll tell you its meaning, cuz I’m the word wiz.

A chit has little to do with a chat,
I’m sure you didn’t need me telling you that.

There’s more than one meaning, in fact there’s a few,
So sit back and relax, and I’ll tell them to you.

A chit could be a child, or a saucy young girl,
Like my neighbor’s young daughter, she makes my son hurl.

A chit is an amount owed for food or a drink,
(I’m telling you true, I looked it up in a link)

And last it means, “brownie point,” in a positive way,
Like earning vital chits, for good work done that day.

These are the true meanings so don’t throw a fit,
If you thought it meant otherwise, you didn’t know chit. ;)

ArtfulDodger: Chit is the first word in Chit Chat........that poem was cute.

Foxy Lady: Thanks. And it also has the other meanings in the poem. :) I can't remember what we were discussing on the chat board but it was about the word chit. ;)

I'll see if I can find the mod poem I wrote. heheh

ArtfulDodger: Oh Ok

Foxy Lady:

Thank you mods, your job's not easy
Especially when some of us act so sleezy
You keep your cool and take it in stride
Click a little button and put us on hide.



You read our PM's with excuses and pleas
Settling disputes which you handle with ease
You're ready and willing to hose down the flaming
And tell the offenders to get back to their gaming.



So we appreciate all the work that you do,
If BK was an art project, you'd be the glue.
And so taking this moment, we want to say THANKS!
From members the world over, and even us Yanks.

ArtfulDodger: Thats really good.

Foxy Lady: I was inspired. ;) clay was doing his be good to a mod day thing...so I wrote a poem ;)

woooo hoooo

How I dreaded this day would come
though at this time you don't realize
the hug and kiss you offered so...
was the start of just letting go...

Then deep pain within, will shortly start
tearing at your precious heart..
I will offer my caring arms..
to comfort you.. and protect from harm..

Your father is a good man, he tries..
yet confusing will make your innerside cry..
How he could move so far away
and promise to you visits for a future day.

I shall not promise the lies he's made.
I don't walk in his path.
I have facts that he has done this before
I know it won't be his last.

You are young and innocent and try to believe
Yet only inside you will grieve.
The anger has yet to come I know.
and I your mother will help let it out.

I don't know how a parent could do this.
he knew he could never be there
why does he do this... does he care?

Copyright ©2005 Cathryn Ann

I WONDER

white fluffy cotton balls
fluttering through the sky
slowly falling in flakes,
to leave a white blanket covering the ground.

Kids dancing happily
grabbing mittens and scarves..
building snowmen and forts...
laying in its softness and shifting their arms...

I wonder

soft chirping birds
fluttering through the sky
building nests on the tree limbs
slowly swooping and drifting, spreading their wings to fly

Kids dancing happily
grabbing kites and tails....
watching colors of triangles..
smelling at flowers starting to bloom, picking them innocently.....

I wonder

Bright brilliant flashes
fluttering through the sky
full of energy.. and clapping...
bringing along with it... heavy droplets of water, to feed natures call....

Kids dancing happily
as the storm moves on..
staring at tears from above trickling on the window...
feeling the warmth of the sun... and the coolness of the swimming pool....

I wonder

Oranges, yellows, reds and greens
fluttering through the sky...
giving freedom to the branches...
and turning crisp and cool, days get much shorter..

Kids dancing happily
making friends at school...
learning history, arithmatic, and science
seeing pumpkins, and holiday wreaths.. bringing joy to their hearts....

I wonder.....
do you see the same way I do..?

written on 020501 posted to bluemountain arts.. on same date... :)

ScarletRose: Those were great.

ArtfulDodger: yes.. wonderfull

the postman brought me a letter....
it arrived today....
breathing it in....
reading what you say....

I see the words in front of me...
I hold it close to my heart..
I read the written words not once..
but, several times to start..

and even though it is not what you write..
that makes you so real.
it is the loving care...
that this letter has made me feel..

this empty piece of paper once...
had been in your hand first..
composing written words from you...
after receiving it.. has quenched my thirst..

Never before have I received a gift...
that touched me so dear...
I have only you to thank...
for bringing yourself so near..

Cathy:) 11-29-00

All in a dream...

A dream captured me...
floating me up so high....
on a poofy cloud so soft....
way up in the sky...

I see a unicorn....
with its gentleness float on..
and rainbows so bursting with color..
that I could wish upon...

Though dreams may be magical....
and unreal...
it doesn't take away......
the love for you I feel...

My journey through this life...
is often hard at times..
but floating on this cloud to you...
softens it just fine..

I wish into the nightsky...
upon the brightest star...
stare into the moon...
and dream that you're not far...

Cathy:) 11-30-00

ScarletRose: Those are nice i knew you wrote more.

Foxy Lady: Thanks.. yes.. when I get inspired I write..

 
 

Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell:
They had gone unto the wars,
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly from their azure towers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sunlight lazily lay.
Now each visitor shall confess
The sad valley's restlessness.
Nothing there is motionless--
Nothing save the airs that brood
Over the magic solitude.
Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
Uneasily, from morn till even,
Ove the violets there that lie
In myriad types of the human eye--
Over the lilies there that wave
And weep above a nameless grave!
They wave:--from out their fragrant tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.
They weep:--from off the delicate stems Perennial tears descend in gems.


            ~ Poe

Ded Puppies: Poe is so dark. But I love his stuff. ;)

 
 
 


           1

Hear the sledges with the bells--
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells--
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.


           2

Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Throught the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-golden notes,
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens,
while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells--
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!


           3

Hear the loud alarum bells--
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor
Now--now to sit, or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale of their terror tells
Of despair!
How they clang and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows;
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells--
Of the bells--
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells--
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!


           4

Hear the tolling of the bells--
Iron bells!
What a world of solemn thought their melody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people--ah, the people--
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,
And who tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone--
They are neither man nor woman--
They are neither brute nor human--
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells--
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells--
Of the bells, bells, bells--
To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the tolling of the bells--
Of the bells, bells, bells--
Bells, bells, bells--
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.

 
              ~ Poe

Foxy Lady: It would seem. Perhaps I'll write a poem about that too! ;)

ScarletRose: Sure i gotta check it out anyways.I found another poem i'll post later.

Pieces of Laughter
Patches of Tears
Threaded with Tenderness
Tattered with Fears
Bits of Forgiveness
Mounds of Grace
Quilted together
With Love,
Hope and Faith
Anonymous

Hello Josetta!!!! Glad to see you back!

Eriisa: Meee toooo! ;)

whoo hoo!! yea haw

ScarletRose: Hey, nice poem. ;)

BulletProof: thankies.. ;)

Awwwwwww, thank you (((((ALL))))) for the warm welcome back!!! Missed you all!

Sunrays of laughter
fall comes in quick
Memories of a summer
lay before me in pics
The travels we made
the dreams we create
The joy of infinate freedom
will meet before the fireplace soon...

Sept 20 - 2005
Josetta, The Hague - The Netherlands

Tiny fingers
miniatures of mine
clasped tightly around my thumb

I know it's only reflex
yet it feels like so much more

But her eyes
that gaze intently
upon my face
say it all

I love you grandpa

;)

Artful Dodger: awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww Dan that is so sweet.. *cracks a smile* Your wittle grand daughter is so lucky to have you..

ScarletRose: wooo hooo ;)

how doth the little crocodiLe
improve his shining tail,
and pour the waters of the nile
on every gOlden scale
how cheerfUlly he seems to grin,
how neatly spreaDs his claws,
and welcomes little fishes in,
with gentlY smiling jaws

Never worry about what they do,
even if it's a motely crew.
Something always comes up,
making the problem dry up.
Swings and roundabouts,
every action has a reaction.. things turnabout.
Cool the way it works,
bet on it, dead cert.

If a Packet Hits a pocket on a socket on a port, and the bus is interrupted as a very last resort, and the address of the memory makes your floppy disk abort, then the socket packet pocket has an error to report.
If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash, and the double-clicking icon puts your window in the trash, and your data is corrupted 'cause the index doesn't hash, then the situation's hopeless and your systems gonna crash!

If the label on the cable on the table at your house, says the network is connected to the button on your mouse, but your packets want to tunnel on another protocol, that's repeatedly rejected by the printer down the hall, and your screen is all distorted by the side effects of gauss, so your icons in the window are as wavy as a souse, then you may as well reboot and go out with a bang, 'cause as sure as I'm a poet, the sucker's gonna hang!

When the copy of your floppy's getting sloppy on the disk, and the microcode instructions cause unnecessary risk, then you have to flash your memory and you'll want to RAM your ROM. Quickly turn off the computer and be sure to tell your mom.

Author unknown

If only I could leave this awful place
and find the tranquil waters of the sea
to swim with your abandon and your grace
and lead your life so simple and so free.
But I must travel through life as a man,
as restless and as angry as a storm.
I seek out and I find peace where I can
but, to my human nature, must conform.
What must you think of me out here afloat
just looking on, your captive as you play?
Upon this large and slow and clumsy boat,
if you could speak my words, what would you say?
They say you dream of men, perhaps you do.
But, in my fondest dreams, I dream of you.

Copyright Sean McBride 2000

Andre Faria: Lovely poem, Andre. Dolphins are beautiful and you cAn swim with them! My niece of 6 yrs old she swam with them :-)

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Im Sure
Allmost all
Posts Ultimately dont Seem Sensitive In Extremes
Read Them Carefully

HIT AND RUN

He's every woman's dream
he's too good to be true~
You find you can't help wondering
Just what he sees in you.

He's a man of many faces
and many tender charms~
Reminds you so of heaven
while lying in his arms.

His words are velvet petals
drifting from a rose~
He's the man who broke your heart,
the man every woman knows.


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