I KISSED A GIRL
by yours truly (spur-of-moment)

I kissed a girl, she slapped my face
And turned away from my embrace
I shunned a girl, she kissed my face
And broke my back with her embrace

I loved a girl, she spited me
As I reached out she turned to flee
I despised her; she came to me
And worshipped Love on bended knee

I wrote a girl and met disdain
She gloated o'er my love-sick pain
I fed her crumbs, I sent her rain
She prayed her Love was not in vain

I asked a girl to be my bride
Which did not phase her haughty pride
I asked a girl to be my whore
And now have bolts on every door!

When the heart is sick the liver is right around the corner. Arthur "Bugs" Baer

:o)

ahh, that gives me the shivers.. for beauty though and truth.. :-)

Love's Secret
by William Blake

Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart;
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,
Ah! she did depart!

Soon as she was gone from me,
A traveler came by,
Silently, invisibly
He took her with a sigh.

Thanks for sharing Greg. It's been way too long since I'd heard that one!! :-)

The Vampire
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.

Is it in the picture or in the view?

Night falls light spoken
Candles on mountains folding
Grid for stardust set

~*~ XI 2003 ~*~

Copy,edit,paste,delete
Flaming here is not a feat
To believe the lies of One
then tell your friends
the deed is done

How can one be pretty sure
the words they read are very pure
It may be true or not you see
It may be doctored
by you? not me.

The greatest test of truth be told
by Time and Friendships that we hold
It matters not the words we read
When in our hearts
the truth is creed.

Tender words for you to share
In your heart you seem to care..
Your eyes they sparkle, dance and cry..
as if to stand out and yell, Notice I!!..

Once upon a midnight blue
When birds are sleeping; but the owl says HOO!
Tinkering noises made in the dark..
even the dogs... make not a bark!

Feel the warmth as the sun does rise
Smile to the East as the birds fly by..
Open the shutters, and comb your hair..
Let it not be a dream, or do we Dare!?!


Cathryn Higgs

Copyright ©2003 Cathryn Higgs

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 ©2003 Cathryn Ann Higgs

the fire burns with wicked cold
My ashen heart is filled with mold
as greying clouds turn white
and crumble away from sit
yet the dark fire burns with frost
tired beating, emotion lost
save for hatred and poison vengence
a reason, a sweet convelescense
nurtured and fed, cold and strong
hatred not love is very wrong
cast aside such bitter thoughts
find life not within anger's draughts!
Surrender angst to serenity
Tranquility to virility
Calm to balm the crashing hate
Love to make anger abate
Faith to bring hope's return
Light for life and darkness to spurn

LOL Slam, thats not very poetic!!

GothicInventor The environment is changing 15. November 2003, 10:33:17
In case you have not noticed. Everyone has been given a clear slate at ths point in time. Dano was warned about his posts, which were unwarranted, and now he is gone.

He keeps making mention of manipulated posts. I am not sure what he means by that. I occasionally make typo corrections or punctuation changes at the tournament board, if this is manipulation, so be it.

Yes, I posted that I would help everyone playing Dano in Gothic Chess to win. I was letting off steam, but I really meant it when I said it. Logistically, does anyone really believe this was possible? In fact, nobody took me up on my offer, as those who were members of the fellowship recall. They all wanted to try and give him a drubbing by their own hands, win, lose, or draw.

I posted it mostly because I knew it would agitate dano when it leaked, so the spies helped me immensely, and I thank you for it.

It was an impossible task to do (play every move for every opponent against dano) but knowing the way his paranoia is manifest, I knew it would send him over the deep end.

So what had I actually done?

I made a post, then took no action on it. How many times a day do we each do similar things? You see a beautiful woman walking down the street, do you think "I wonder if she likes doing Crossword Puzzles?" If you see an armored car making a cash pickup at a store, do you think "I wonder what kind of gas mileage it gets?"

No, we have fleeting thoughts about getting her in the sack, and tossing bags of money into the back seat and peeling off down the road. (Or maybe peeling off down the road with the girl in the back seat, and sleeping with the bags of money, whatever you prefer!)

The point being my previous fellowship was created for those to let off steam about dano, much as this one is most likely geared at letting steam off about me.

But does anyone really think I crashed the server just so dano, who won his section in the $3000 Gothic tournament, would not be able to continue on? Did he really think I was making all of those moves against him and he kept beating me game after game?

Folks, you have to face the fact that he was at least a little off his rocker. If nothing else, this must be conceeded.

The server crashed. That's all that happened.

A new policy is in place. It is one we can all live with. When I make a post about how the 4 kings in the deck of cards are not really modeled after those in antiquity that have permeated the culture, then someone calls me a prick for doing so, a line has been crossed. It was uncalled for.

Even now, I could of had this person banned, but I elected not to do so.

No more warnings will ever be issued, as the policy is any direct insult, in a private or public forum, will result in an immediate banning.

If it cannot be discussed without name calling, do us all a favor, and save yourself some keystrokes.

If you have read the hidden message I placed in this post, you know which 4 people will be banned next because they will most likely make snide remarks about this post. This is what I am hoping for. This is the bait.

Its so beautiful.. I thought GrannyOne wrote it! :o)) Its her style anyway... *smiles Thanks for sharing, Wanda!

yes you just did indeed...and im sure she is smiling down on us all in appreciation :)

Greg, what a beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing....The older i get the more this poem fits me......

Like the poem says.. There are so many things that I have never seen: and I think of people long ago.
The hardships they must have endured.......

Just beautiful! :o)

Well, I guess I did. I know she will like it.

Thanks!

TNP

I think you just did :o)

Thanks Aragon , I found it in some papers of my Mother's along with some other ones . I'll post some of them sometime.

I was going to send it to GrannyOne. :o(

Nah, just have a book called 1001 Poems to keep you sane. It is in it ;o)

yes he is the quiz expert :) he can answer just about anything

Good job Aragon! Somehow this doesn't surprise me. LOL :o)

BESIDE MY FIRE by
Adam N. Reiter

I don't know who wrote it either, Wanda, but it's beautiful.

Here's another by J.R.R. Tolkien.....

I SIT BESIDE THE FIRE AND THINK...

I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall never see.

For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.

I don't know who wrote it but whoever it was deserves high praise!!! I love it! Thank you for sharing Wanda! :-)

Come sit beside my fire, old friend,

And revel in its glow---

We'll watch the shadows on the screen,

And dream of long ago...

We'll talk of things of bygone days,

That seldom come to mind,--

Old times, old scenes,almost forgot,

And leave the world behind!


And while we sit beside my fire

And sniff the pungent oak---

We'll stoke our pipes with fragrant leaf,

And watch the curling smoke.

We'll know a precious, fleeting hour

Which lends a sweet release

From things that tend to sear and scar---

And in their stead---find Peace!


We'll toss aside the faded years---

We'll both be boys, , again---

Forgetting all the serious things

That haunt the realm of men.

We'll romp and play as boys must do,

('Though foolish it may be)

And roam the once-familiar path;

We two---just you and me!


Ah, there's the dusty,winding road;

The old church on the hill---

The village store,the covered bridge, the creek---

The farm-house and the mill---


And nestled low amidst the trees

With sunbeams darting through,

And shadows playing hide and seek---

The school-house that we knew!


But look! It's fading swiftly now---

There's but an ember glow---

Our fire-side hour of dreams is done;

Our fire is burning low---

But then, 'tis something rare and fine,

Of which I never tire...

A trip into the Long Ago,

With a friend---beside my fire!
..................................................

Does anyone know who wrote this poem???

aaaah, very beautiful. Thanks for sharing.

She was a child of the stars, she was full of charm
Sometimes laughing on my knees, sometimes crying in my arm.
She called loud out, my name - pulled me on my hair
Her gaze sometimes silly with her eyes so fair.

She was a child of the stars, she was straight and frank
and the world she had to shoulder seemed of burden blank
Now for her there's no direction, she's fed up by crank
About the train of no return remained the song she sang

nor black neither white
isn't fire isn't ice
she has no way no view
in her memory-slice
Nor yes neither no
isn't water isn't stone
she somewhere got lost
won't find her way back home.

She was a child of the stars, was raised in perfect guide
What's being wrong, what's being good, her sense had realized
Now she's just mute and omniscient, and left it far behind
that some are barking with the masses, some dare no bark of any kind

nor black neither white
isn't fire isn't ice
she has no way no view
in her memory-slice
Nor yes neither no
isn't water isn't stone
she somewhere got lost
won't find her way back home.

Now she's lieing on my knees like on a far, far ray
as if she'd try to spot the distance to a hide-away
She was a child of the stars, no problem could appear
I'll never understand, what really happened here ...

nor black neither white
isn't fire isn't ice
she has no way no view
in her memory-slice
Nor yes neither no
isn't water isn't stone
she somewhere got lost
won't find her way back home.

*** Anne Haigis - transposed to english 08.11.2003 by Daniel ~*~

Thank you very much. I beleive every word of it.

Wanda

thank you for that.. and so true :)

When a sunny hello
Would help brighten your day...


When you've just heard
good news and
have volumes to say...

When two tickets
turn up to a great matinee...
...all you need is a friend!

When the path that you're on
turns surprisingly rough...

When wherever you're going,
the going gets tough...

When you're giving your all
but it's just not enough...
...all you need is a friend!

A friend speaks the truth
When it needs to be told...

Tells you you're rediant
When you feel old...

Gives you a nudge
When you must be cajoled...
Likes you as you are...
Joins in your mischief
With vigor and zest...

Makes you aware that
You're looking your best...
Leaves you alone
if you just need a rest...
but never strays too far.

When a role model's needed
to keep you on track...
When you've tried to be open
but don't have the knack...
When you've earned a good word
and a pat on the back...
...all you need is a friend.

When it's shared, every day
can be even more fun...
And a duo is often
much better than one...
So remember each dawn
as you rise with the sun...
all you need is a friend!

Sie war ein Kind der Sterne, sie war voller Charme,
lachte auf meinen Knien, weinte in meinem Arm.
Sie rief laut meinen Namen, zog mir an den Haaren,
ihre Blicke waren albern, ihre Blicke waren warm.

Sie war ein Kind der Sterne, geradeaus und frei,
und die Welt auf ihren Schultern war kinderleicht.
Jetzt kennt sie keine Richtung und hat schon genug
und spielt mit ihrem Fahrschein für den letzten Zug.

Nicht schwarz nicht weiß,
ist nicht kalt oder heiß,
sie weiß nicht mehr, wo's lang geht,
dreht sich hilflos im Kreis.
Nicht ja, nicht nein,
ist nicht Wasser, nicht Stein,
sie hat sich irgendwann verloren
und findet nicht mehr heim.

Sie war ein Kind der Sterne und wuchs prächtig auf,
was gut oder schlecht war, fühlte sie genau.
Jetzt schweigt sie allwissend, hat für sich abgeklärt,
die einen kläffen mit der Meute, die anderen gar nicht mehr.

Nicht schwarz nicht weiß,
ist nicht kalt oder heiß,
sie weiß nicht mehr, wo's lang geht,
dreht sich hilflos im Kreis.
Nicht ja, nicht nein,
ist nicht Wasser, nicht Stein,
sie hat sich irgendwann verloren
und findet nicht mehr heim.

Sie liegt auf meinen Knien und ist weit, weit weg,
so als sucht sie in der Ferne irgendein Versteck.
Sie war ein Kind der Sterne ohne ein Problem.
Was ist passiert ? Ich werd' es nie verstehen.

Nicht schwarz nicht weiß,
ist nicht kalt oder heiß,
sie weiß nicht mehr, wo's lang geht,
dreht sich hilflos im Kreis.
Nicht ja, nicht nein,
ist nicht Wasser, nicht Stein,
sie war ein Kind der Sterne,
- war ein Kind der Sterne -
war ein Kind der Sterne
und findet nicht mehr heim.

*** Anne Haigis
.

you are very welcome POCKETACES :)

ty Princess Kam KM

awesome poem POCKETACES!!!

A Little Old Chess Poem
By Tomas Forsman

Once upon a time there was a King and a Queen --
In fact, there were two of each.
One couple had the most beautiful country ever seen,
The others had a house by a rocky beach.
Both countries had people who loved them dearly,
But did the royalty love them back?
The poor King called them pawns; which so clearly
Showed the compassion he lacked.
Talking about Knights, both Kings had two,
And the poor white Queen had an affair with one.
And the King had a plan on what to do,
To find out who was the father of his son.
He declared war upon his rich dark neighbor,
Asked his pawns prepare for a fight.
So they dropped their labour,
And they left that night.
His son was one of the first to attack --
At least so it seemed but the King showed his power.
He held his son back,
And he hid him in a tower.
The King watched his Queen, how would she react
When she saw her son fall in a fight.
Then suddenly, the pawn was attacked,
And the Queen fell in the arms of a Knight.
In anger the King sent the Knight
Away from the Queen and into the fight.
Deep in his heart he thought he was right.
He couldn't think clearly, try as he might.
The King lost his people, his wife and his son,
And he looked for someone to blame.
But when the other army came he realized what he'd done --
He never even knew a single pawn's name.

bilirkisi - excellent poem!

My Daughter

OLD GLORY

I went to fetch Old Glory
as she stood out in the rain.
As it was time to hang my head
for prayer on this day.
I thought I'd offered shelter
admidst my eaves out there.
As tornado warnings raged around me
I still wanted her to fly.
My hands reach to gather her so
pretty she did look...
Even tho her sadness felt
You could see it did show...
I felt a drop upon my sandalled foot,
and I begin to cry. It was then
I knew the drops that fell
As heaven felt us mourn.
The birds came to cry with me in a voice
I never heard and I gazed upon
'Old Glory" and I knew she wished to stay.
Well she wasn't in any danger in my heart
I knew it true and the teardrops from heaven
could wash away the bloodied stains...
Cause as I watched and felt her tears that dripped from
the gentle blowing of the breeze
I knew she had a job to do for
America My Country!
Which she chose to say,
"Under God We Stand Forever This Day'.

September 14, 2001
Swan
Copyright ©2001-2003

Somewhere out there those evil ones
Chose to declare war...
Our tears called 911.

Echoes of the Broadway Everglades,
With her mythical madonnas
still walking in their shades:

Lenny Bruce, declares a truce
and plays his other hand.
Marshall McLuhan, casual viewin',
head buried in the sand.

Sirens on the rooftops wailing,
but there's no ship sailing.
Groucho, with his movies trailing,
stands alone with his punchline failing.

Klu Klux Klan serve hot soul food
and the band plays 'In the Mood'
The cheerleader waves her cyanide wand,
there's a smell of peach blossom and bitter almonde.

Caryl Chessman sniffs the air and leads the parade,
he know in a scent, you can bottle all you made.
There's Howard Hughes in blue suede shoes,
smiling at the majorettes
smoking Winston Cigarettes.

And as the song and dance begins,
the children play at home with needles;
needles and pins.

*** Genesis

LMAOO - awwwww, this sounds so familiar, Aragon ;o) Know exactly what you mean, thanks for sharing..

The soldier came knocking upon the queen's door
He said, "I am not fighting for you any more"
The queen knew she'd seen his face someplace before
And slowly she let him inside.

He said, "I've watched your palace up here on the hill
And I've wondered who's the woman for whom we all kill
But I am leaving tomorrow and you can do what you will
Only first I am asking you why."

Down in the long narrow hall he was led
Into her rooms with her tapestries red
And she never once took the crown from her head
She asked him there to sit down.

He said, "I see you now, and you are so very young
But I've seen more battles lost than I have battles won
And I've got this intuition, says it's all for your fun
And now will you tell me why ?"

The young queen, she fixed him with an arrogant eye
She said, "You won't understand, and you may as well not try"
But her face was a child's, and he thought she would cry
But she closed herself up like a fan.

And she said, "I've swallowed a secret burning thread
It cuts me inside, and often I've bled"
He laid his hand then on top of her head
And he bowed her down to the ground.

"Tell me how hungry are you ? How weak you must feel
As you are living here alone, and you are never revealed
But I won't march again on your battlefield"
And he took her to the window to see.

And the sun, it was gold, though the sky, it was gray
And she wanted more than she ever could say
But she knew how it frightened her, and she turned away
And would not look at his face again.

And he said, "I want to live as an honest man
To get all I deserve and to give all I can
And to love a young woman who I don't understand
Your highness, your ways are very strange."

But the crown, it had fallen, and she thought she would break
And she stood there, ashamed of the way her heart ached
She took him to the doorstep and she asked him to wait
She would only be a moment inside.

Out in the distance her order was heard
And the soldier was killed, still waiting for her word
And while the queen went on strangeling in the solitude she preferred
The battle continued on

** Suzanne Vega

Hi Sigrid :)
you might know it still from our club -
about msg 800-900 - before I visited her 2001 ~*~

Hi, Danoschek! I just got a little time... and I happend to read this poem. I like it - and I´m sure to know why...

LMAO - not yet Harley :o)

Hmm, did you ever get to 'use' that IT diploma, Aragon?!!

LOL - no! I have trouble with the IT skills as it is ROFL

Thanks, Aragon.. gonna check that one out.. Next to IT Manager.. would you be a journalist/novellist?? :-)

Brilliant poem from the finest Anti-War poet of all time. This link is one I used in an essay about the poem, video and naration!!

http://www.anzacs.net/CinemaOwen1.htm

Sheer brilliance.

Moving... *shivers down my spine..