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.

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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

Not Elysium

Is this Elysium?
Am I abstruse?
Maybe the world is dichotomous?
No where am I welcomed
Order fighting dis-order for dominance
May the stoic gain a soul
Aberrant is what I am labeled
Did he expect this is what I ask?

Mindy: That is so kool you remembered that!! I havent heard it in years but I too had memorized it from about 30+ years ago!!

I used to love reciting it to people!

You're most welcome,Winnie

Thanku so much

One bright day in the middle of the night..
Two dead boys got up to fight..
Back to back they faced each other..
Drew their swords and shot each other..
A deaf policeman heard the noise..
Came and shot the two dead boys..
If you do not believe this lie is true..
Ask the blind man,he saw it too!
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Thats called "The Backwards Rhyme"
I read it when I was a kid & memorized it after all these years..

They were all from a book

He raced to the phone
It's rings calling his name
Would it be her?
The one he's been waiting for

Hello,sir,would you like to participate in a survey?
Free gift certificates for all who do
Uh,no thanks,he whispered
his heart thumping in his chest,as he hung up

He checked his e-mail once again
Still nothing
Nothing
Not a word

The walls of his lonely apartment closing in on him
as he crept to the couch and picked up the remote
Infomercials,soap operas and news
Click...Off

Silence greeted him once more
Silence and loneliness
How long would it be this way
How long til he found her

Ding Dong...the door bell
He races to the door
Only to find a salesman
He closes the door in his face

Why oh why was he alone?
Where was the life he'd dreamed of
The happiness he craved
The woman he loved.......

Winnie: You have a gift! Wonderful...please keep writing

The staff room
The staff room is a mistery
whose door is always shut.
Its not the sort of place for me
Its where the teachers like to be

This house
this house now your away
missies you more each day
Its evry little room
Has its own special gloom
The handles on the doors
wait for a touch thats yours
The sofas and the chairs
long for a seat on theirs
This house with only me in it
misses you more each minute

Good homes for kittens
Who would like a saimese?
Yes please

An angora?
I'd adora

A tabby?
Mabbie

A black and white
allright then

A tortoise shell
oh verry well

A manx
no thanx!

simplycreative: Thanks, I thought it was very good. You should write more!!

no problem. it's all original... and all mine.

simplycreative: Wow! Deep and thought provoking! Thanks for sharing

Not another poet in this crazy time,
Here to spit words and make them all rhyme.
Crazy though how things work their way out,
Stay here for a while and you'll see what I'm about.
The words just flow straight from the heart,
Get you a seat and get ready for the next part.
So many times I've tried to commit suicide,
Trapped within are the feelings that never died.
Love, hate, and a longing for motherly affection,
Mixed together with all of my imperfection.
Tears come at the times I hate to cry,
So overwhelmed with things I just want to slit my wrists and die.
Sick of this world and all of its confusions,
Tired of hearing my dreams are just illusions.
Scars are the reminders of the times when I trip,
But somehow it's God's hand I always seem to grip.
I don't run away I just sit to figure out,
What I do wrong in these times of spiritual drought.
Sick and tired of wishing for someone to come along,
Because every time they do they go on singing their own song.
Sick of people trying to convince me of their lies.
I just wish my trust for you hurries up and dies.
I wish I was free and rid of this load,
Loning to get out and start walking on my own road.
Many nights I've lied down only to cry myself to sleep,
I've been hurt many times and the pain goes down real deep.
Often I'm treated like the dust on people's feet,
But though all of this my life is bitter-sweet.
You didn't have to stay and listen to my rhyme,
I'm used to people leaving because I'm not worth their time.

Wow, all credit to you! I couldn't teach, I wouldn't have the patience!

Tuesday, are you really a teacher?

Loved the poem, didn't see how teacher got in there LOL

gave me when she was eight

*Life Savors*



African violets,an diamonds
a bird who adopts you
taking a day off
a ham sandwich
girls under baseball caps
a new neighbor, whos nice
smells of a new baby
a bride in sunshine
soaking in a bubble bath
a fresh baked cookie
looking at pictures
a thank you``tied with a ribbon
laughing together


these thing make us happy~ right Mom?

Tuesday, that is beautiful!! Thank you for sharing LOVE from its own perspective :-)

Interesting question, but could you please remove this message here and bring it on brainking.com board? This is the poetry board! ;-)

Thank you!
~*Radiant 36:9*~

lol

Jabberwocky

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Lewis Carroll (1832–1898)

I saw that poem before but it's still good

thank you Rodeogirl. I should have stated that I didn't write it. It was sent to me in my e-mail. I don't know who the author is. I just thought it was a nice poem and with the bickering that is going on here on BK ,I thought this would lighten things up a bit :-)

Stardust thank you so much for wonderful poetry. I really like it so much. :)

If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute
to stop and say "I love you,"
instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.

If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.

For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.

There will always be another day
to say "I love you,"
And certainly there's another chance
to say our "Anything I can do?"

But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.

So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,

That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear

Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.

                DPBush.jpg


Another four years to fulfill his satanic reign
A reign of destruction, death, and poverty
the American people to fund it
The sheepily Americans will now see
what indigenous cultures have long experienced,
neglect and totalitarian rule 
Surely there is at least one wiseman who agrees
unfortunately, they do not reside in Gods Country
Oklahoma is the worst state ever
not because of its failing statistics
on every level of every aspect in society,
but because the people themselves support it
through the blind aspirations and dark spirit of the church
A den of thieves and a harlots haven
A homeless family cannot enter
because Gods spirit is not there
He has abandoned his church to seek refuge on the sidelines
With his popcorn and beer,
he cheers on the wealthy
and becomes angry at the poor
God Bless America!
Land of the Freaks and Homos of the Brave
where you are free to leave and brave to stay
Unless you are a creature of the forest and say nothing but witness all
Witness all and relive the perversity and molestation endured from a
Whore from Babylon
She has indoctrinated you with rape as God shouts from the sidelines
Shouts that cannot be heard above a roaring crowd
This is the center of Eden
This is American freedom
If you wander the feast you are a guest in white
but if you try to find the heart
Its only open at night
As I left the garden
Resurrected at dawn
I turned to look back just to see where I was
The trees spoke and then whispered
As they moaned and they bled
And they formed into a bush
to reveal faces of the dead

            -- Anonymous Indian

              ~ MS