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Poetry

An outlet for players whose creativity extends beyond the board. Post your original works here!

The posting of song lyrics is not the purpose of this board and as such please refrain from doing so. Exceptions can be made to this rule if you are the copyrighted owner of the lyrics and the lyrics are not found offensive by the majority of the population.
This board is a place to post your original works of poetry and prose and also a place for discussion of poetry and related areas.

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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3. juni 2004, 11:22:28

Linda J

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Onderwerp: Re: Is showing off allowed?

Congratulations Bernice. You should be very proud.

12. mei 2004, 05:53:05

Linda J

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No I don't Radiant. I got this in an e-mail

12. mei 2004, 02:19:49

Linda J

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Onderwerp: One Nation Under God

Since the Pledge of Allegiance
and
The Lord's Prayer
are not allowed in most
public schools anymore
because the word "God" is mentioned....
a kid in Arizona wrote the attached
NEW
School
prayer.
I liked it....

Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd.
If Scripture now the class recites,
It violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a Federal matter now.
Our hair can be purple, orange or green,
That's no offense; it's a freedom scene.
The law is specific, the law is precise.
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.
For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all.
In silence alone we must meditate,
God's name is prohibited by the state.
We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.
They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.
We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
And the 'unwed daddy,' our Senior King.
It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong,
We're taught that such "judgments" do not belong.
We can get our condoms and birth controls,
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
No word of God must reach this crowd.
It's scary here I must confess,
When chaos reigns the school's a mess.
So, Lord, this silent plea I make:
Should I be shot; My soul please take!
Amen

Jesus said,
" If you are ashamed of me,"
I will be ashamed of you before my Father."

6. april 2004, 07:23:30

Linda J

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Onderwerp: The Easter Story

From the garden of Gethsemane
Where Jesus knelt to pray
To the betrayal done by Judas
On that grim and fatal day.
From the mighty hands of Pilate
Who wished to let Him be
To the noble priests and leaders
Who refused to set Him free.
From the crown of thorns upon His head
And lash marks from a strap
To the weight of such a heavy cross
Placed there upon His back.
From the thief who hung beside Him
Crying, "Lord, remember me"
To the gentle words of Jesus
"Today, you'll be with me."
From the darkness of the noon time
As He died upon the cross
To the earth that shook and trembled
In response to such a loss.
From the cheering cries of soldiers
As they took His body down
To the caring hands of Joseph
A follower new in town.
From the tomb where He was laid to rest
In linen cloth of white
To the guards who had to stand close by
Throughout both day and night.
From the stone that blocked the entrance
As it gently rolled away
To the miracle that happened
On that third and final day.
From the baffled look of soldiers
As they peered into the room
To the startled face of Mary
When she found an empty tomb.
From the strange events that happened
As the guards all turned and fled
To the words that came from angels
"He has risen from the dead."
From the frightened eyes of Mary
As she swiftly left that place
To the light that flowed from Jesus
When she saw Him face to face.
From the doubt of His disciples
When she spoke of resurrection
To the fear upon their faces
As He walked in their direction.
From the written word of scripture
He fulfilled in prophecy
To the eleven who had gathered
On a hill in Galilee.
From the words that had been spoken
Before He went away
To His ascension into heaven
Where He lives this very day.
From the bible on the mantel
Tis the words you need to heed
To find wisdom in its pages
And a light to sow a seed.
From the death and resurrection
Of the one we hold so dear
To the coming of His spirit
Now that Easter time is here.
From the colored eggs and candy
And an orchid trimmed in blue
To the truth found there in scripture
Christ Jesus died for you.

Marilyn Ferguson

30. januari 2004, 06:25:29
Linda J
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Onderwerp: Living & Giving
Whatever you give away today,
or think or say or do
will multiply about tenfold
and then return to you.

It may not come immediately,
nor from the obvious source
but the law applies unfailingly,
through some invisible force.

Whatever you feel about another,
be it love or hate or passion
will surely bounce right back to you
in some clear (or secret) fashion

If you speak about some person,
a word of praise or two,
soon, tens of other people
will speak kind words of you.

Our thoughts are broadcasts of the soul,
not secrets of the brain.
Kind ones bring us happiness;
petty ones, untold pain.

Giving works as surely
as reflections in a mirror.
If hate you send, hate you'll get back,
but loving brings love nearer.

Remember, as you start this day
and duty crowds your mind,
that kindness comes so quickly back
to those who first are kind.

Let that thought and this one
direct us through each day.
The only things we ever keep
are the things we give away.

Spread Kindness
~Author Unknown~

22. januari 2004, 22:04:50
Linda J
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Onderwerp: Re: Help
Like... Roses are red, Violets are blue, I would love to see you but I have the flu

20. januari 2004, 23:05:04
Linda J
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Onderwerp: Re: The Old Barn
Nice story :•)

28. december 2003, 04:52:25
Linda J
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Written by a 12-year Old Girl in Boston

Now I lay me down in school
Where praying is against the rule.
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd.
If Scripture now the class recites
It violates the Bill of Rights.
Anytime my head I bow
Becomes a federal matter now.
The law is specific; the law is precise.
Praying out loud is no longer nice.
Praying aloud in a public hall
Upsets those who believe in nothing at all.
In silence alone we can meditate and
if God should get the credit-great!
They are bringing their guns,
I don't dare bring my Bible,
To do so might make me liable.
So, now oh Lord, this plea I make;
Should I be shot in school,
My soul please take.

26. december 2003, 09:15:27
Linda J
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Onderwerp: One Day After Christmas
It's one day after Christmas
I'm crabby and I'm broke.
I'm so full of ham and fruitcake
I think I'm gonna croak.
It's nice to see the relatives
I wonder when they'll leave.
They've been camping in my bathroom
since early Christmas Eve.
They're eating everything in sight
and sleeping in my bed.
I been sacked out in the basement
with my beagle, Fred.
The relatives have all gone out
and left their screaming brats.
The toilet bowl is all plugged up
and I can't find the cat.
It's Christmastime at my house,
the relatives are here.
They eat me out of house and home.
and drink up all my beer.
I love the decorations,
and the sleigh bells in the snow
But I wish those pesky relatives
would take their kids and go.
Those cookie crunchers fed the dog
a twenty pound rib roast.
His feet are sticking in the air
like skinny old fence posts.
Now they're in a free-for-all,
the girls against the boys.
They're fighting over boxes
'cause they're bored with all their toys
My mother-in-law is snoring
in my favorite TV chair.
Those kids are stringing lights on her
and tinseling her hair
I oughta wake her up
before the fireworks begin.
But I wanna see those blue sparks fly
when they plug her in.

20. december 2003, 06:55:30
Linda J
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Onderwerp: We Won't Have a Christmas This year
Verna S Teeuwissen

We won't have a Christmas this year, you say
For now the children have all gone away;
And the house is so lonely, so quiet and so bare
We couldn't have a Christmas that they didn't share.

We won't have a Christmas this year, you sigh,
For Christmas means things that money must buy.
Misfortunes and illness have robbed us we fear
Of the things that we'd need to make Christmas this year.

We won't have a Christmas this year you weep,
For a loved one is gone, and our grief is too deep;
It will be a long time before our hearts heal,
And the spirit of Christmas again we can feel.

But if you lose Christmas when troubles befall,
You never have really had Christmas at all.
For once you have had it, it cannot depart
When you learn that true Christmas is Christ in your heart.

Copyright © Verna S Teeuwissen