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We have received word from Fencer that other's poetry can be posted to this board. These are the two conditions: 1) When someone posts a known copyrighted poem, he must add the author's name as well 2) If the author is not known, the poem can be posted without problems
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Néni tě dovoleny datlovat do toďteho klobo. Abes mohl datlovat do toďteho klobo, mosiš mit némiň členstvi Brain šiml.
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 :-)
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.
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
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Help Dethrone The Dubya
The Worst President In A Long, Long Time
Who Should Have Concentrated On Osama
Who Has Left Afghanistan In Chaos
Who Led Us Into Iraq Under False Pretences
Who Bungled That Very Same War And
Turned Iraq Into A New Terrorist Base
Lost 1,000 Americans, 20,000+ Iraqis
Blew $200 Billion And Counting
Turned The Entire Muslim World Against Us
And Is Now Losing The War On Terror
With Unilateral, Reckless, Dumb Strategies
Plus Created A Shameful Prison Scandal
Who Has Absolutely Nothing To Be Proud Of
Yet Still Exploits 9/11 For Votes
Help Dethrone The Dubya, Who Has
Abandoned American Foreign Policy
Made America Hated The World Over
Made The World A More Dangerous Place
And Been Taken To Task In Various Books
By Former Republican Administration Members
Yet Does Anybody Still Read Books?
Whose Team Stole The Election In 2000
And Undermined The Democratic Process
Yet Does Anybody Still Pay Attention ?
Help Dethrone The Dubya, Who Has
Undone Thirty Years Of Environmental Progress
And Put On A Green Face While He's Doing It
Who Has Run Up The Biggest Deficit In U.S. History
And Put The Economy And Social Security In Jeopardy
A Cowboy Who Shoots Bullets Of Double-Speak
A Coward Who Manipulates With Misinformation
An Opportunist Who Has Turned Science
Into Politics ... And Politics Into A Science
Help Dethrone The Dubya, Who Has
Done Everything For Halliburton and Big Energy
Done Everything For Big Business In America
And Done Nothing For The Average American
Who Is Leading Us To Ruin In So Many Ways
America, Turn Off The Talk Radio And Read A Book
America, Turn Off The TV And Read A Newspaper
America, Wake Up Before The Mess Gets Bigger
Micky mouse
had a house
He had jokes
while eating yolk
He would have a party if he could but he was to tired
So he went to bed but banged his head with a crouch and went to sleep on the couch
When he woke up he had no mony and all he had was hony.
As I sit reading Science Fiction
through time,fantasy and space.
I would like to mention
something of the human race:
Our Lord GOD has forgotten us
and we survive alone
and contaminated by radiation dust
we loose our loved ones and homes.
People are savagely eating their kind
to feed thyselves,for food is gone.
For abodes is hard to find.
Away from another race,we run.
They are the beings of space.
and they have landed upon the Earth.
They chase and kill the human race
for it's own generations birth.
With the crumbled streets,
they sail the ruins of a dead city
and the worlds in mammoth defeat
as they march in quantity...
As I shut this horrid book
and growing into fear,
I get a terrified look
'Could This Happen Here?'
See the house on Friers Bay,
Where the children love to play?
Yet in it's beauty,roams a killer,
In the presents of your sight,a chiller.
What makes the children so brave,
And the old folks so gray?
Even after six years of quiet,
The people knew the houses plight.
One time,there was the loudest scream,
The most horrid nightmare,youd dream.
On the morn,next day,
A tortured and beaten corpse lay.
Nobody could solve the crime,
No weapons or clues,they didn't find.
To this day,since that year,
This community lives in fear.
They know screams are still heard,
But not a soul admits the murmur.
I removed the poem, I had received it and it was so sad and reminded of my family so many years ago. I sure don't want to cause any distress to who ever your talking about or anyone else :o((
Red dragon: I have just read your post and reread the poem. I understand your anger.
I do think,however that the anger has to be directed towards the drunk drivers in our society and not to those who post poetry about it.
I have asked for opinions from a couple of sources and the concensus is that the poem isn't intended to hurt anyone and doesn't flame anyone so I will let it stand.
Unfortunately we are all hurt by things in society... War,famine,terrorism as well as drunk drivers.
One definition for poem I found is : A verbal composition designed to convey experiences, ideas, or emotions in a vivid and imaginative way, characterized by the use of language chosen for its sound and suggestive power and by the use of literary techniques such as meter, metaphor, and rhyme.
Unfortunately,there are negative experiences in life as well as positive.
Perhaps,with the inclusion of this poem,more people will think twice before getting behind the wheel after a couple of drinks and I know more people will pray for anyone adversely affected but such a thoughtless act.
Personally I'd rather you pray for a certain family that play on here, Radiant. If they see that 'poem', its going to cause great distress considering events of just a year ago.
I won't go into details, but I'm sure you understand, Radiant.
Damn me, I've just read it and I feel very, very angry.
O čem je toďten plk: <sunk - hmhm - good ... a minute of contemplation please ... >:)
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Lord God, our power evermore,
Whose arm doth reach the ocean floor,
Dive with our men beneath the sea;
Traverse the depths protectively.
O hear us when we pray, and keep
Them safe from peril in the deep.
I hope you realize that there is no word "fair" in Italian. But given the context, I guess it's acceptable to use, since it's the name of a specific place. Just remember to capitalize it next time as such, lest you confuse someone like myself who knows Italian.
Can anyone please help me giving the website which Aragon made with regards to the Poetry Challenge, which got started up last year? I would like to read those poems once again and forgot the site!
A clear misinterpretation, the commonplace "God can't exist because evil is incompatible with his goodness." This has been disproven in so many books I've lost count and the ideas expressed in that are badly outdated. No further comment except relativism: if there was no such thing as evil, there would be no such thing as good, because if everything was good it would be nothing but the norm. Without evil to compare good to, good cannot exist as there is no basis for comparison. What would you call good in a world in which evil didn't exist? Not simply good, because there is no relativism. No, I'd say that the existence of evil is absolutely necessary FOR good things like God to exist.
Twas the night before Charley
the weather was dead,
He was only a 2 when we climbed into bed.
The plywood was nailed to the windows with care.
With hopes it was strong enough to hold back the air.
The next day was quiet,
Just peaceful and calm,
not even a breeze to flutter a palm.
When out of the south there arose such a roar,
It was Charley's birthday and he just turned 4.
We were all watching now,
as he churned up the coast;
hoping our county would not be the host.
Then suddenly turning,twenty minutes it's said,
was the difference in time that we would have been dead.
He went after charlotte,abundant with rage,the worst storm in years for the history page.
Punta Gorda,Arcadia,were both laid to waste,then on to Orlando in Mickeys Face.
The carnage,destruction,and lives pulled apart,
will pull back together to make a new start.
But those who lost loved ones and the price they paid will never forget that thirteenth day.
God bless all in Florida.......
There are a lot of words in some, especially Commons Street and A Genocide Memory. If you're capable of enjoying these two (not many are), enjoy their messages more than their not-so-eloquent speech.
If you want enjoyment, check out the Pigeon. But make sure you've read Poe's Raven first and are familiar with its form and its manner of narration, or my mocking will seem more like raving stupidity than glorious madness.
APolaris, I went to your site and your dog Brandy is cute. I enjoyed the images of London and the other photos you have there. They are just beautiful. I also will be reading your poems as soon as I have more time to concentrate on them and enjoy each word.
Thank you for the kind words, but the Crohn's symptoms, although I felt light internal pain last Sunday (not even enough to make me keel over), will not be returning anytime soon. Maybe in 2 years or so, if ever.
If you want to read more of my work, check out http://www.sunysuffolk.edu/~perea61/anthony.html
That page doesn't contain any of my best works (most of it is ameteur in my terms), since I would find it more pleasant to surprise people with my best if and when they read it published, and the two passages from "Perfect Rows" are passages I liked for an idea on a novel I've long since abandoned (my current work, "Fallen," will not have any previews, unless I change my mind).
APolaris, very nice work and yes send it to your new friend. I am sure she will appreciate it and enjoy it as I have. I am sorry to hear of your illnesses and I hope you will continue to recuperate on your way to better health. I will say a prayer for you.
O čem je toďten plk: A first work in a loooooong time...
I contracted Crohn's Disease in August of last year, and it led to depression that eventually was brought to a head in November, when, after parodying Poe's "The Raven" with my poem "The Pigeon," I got hit with a 10-month case of writer's block. In May I had abdominal surgery to relieve symptoms, and on August 30 of this year the block was ended by this mysterious poem I wrote at 12:15 am, which I can't even remember how I wrote and could not write it again if stripped of my memory of it and then asked to do so. Its words are simply etched into my brain and despite having scribbled it out in only 15 minutes, I can't bring myself to revise it. Anyway, tell me what you think, and be kind since it is after all my first writing in a LONG time. Consider the symbolism too!
The Rose, by AP
Aug. 30, 2004
For all who've stood by me through bad times and good
One day beyond all clarity,
A special Rose was born
From out the soil, a rarity
Without a single thorn.
So I heard from mother dear
In bedtime tales ago,
When light of day could drive off fear
And ever-present woe.
I look still for that Rose today
In Gardens of the skies;
Where tranquil, cloudless meadow lay
No thornless flower lies.
Yet I shall not see clarity
Until with eye forlorn,
I see that precious rarity
Without a single thorn.
But mother says I search too far
By travelling the skies;
For with us, not upon some star
The finest flow'r resides.
I'm also thinking about writing this in a birthday card for a female friend I met a few days before who was probably the inspiration for it. Good idea or bad?
Cathy1, you should enter the poems to Poetry in Motion. You are very good at it and could very well win. If you are entering them, excuse my butting in and have a nice day/night depending on when you read this. I have entered poems in the big contest and enjoy doing it. Some of what they do is to raise money but people do win; so not a total scam.