I'm not morbid in everyday life. Playful, silly, serious, fickle. Maybe a little hard to live with. Burning bridges is my specialty. LOL But maybe with time I can conquer that impulse. :o)

Keep poems coming, this is great!!!!

TY MidnightMedic. My words and work have never lined up. I don't know why I feel as I do. :o)

Deep Chief and so true...oh look it's cocktail hour ...scuse me....

When the heart is sick the liver is just around the corner.

That is great Cariad. Thank you for the wonderful picture of Wales with such a deep and wonderful heritage!

Usurper that is awsome. There is so much emotion in that one. Would you happen to work in public service (ie law enforcement, ff or ems)?

yes sort of like that dear...small and very welcoming and peaceful everyone says...:) Yes Tea Kettle always ready/as well as pot of coffee...:) that is a must for welcomed guest and family...

Yes indeed Cariad, very good.

I can just picture your house like that Granny!! Kettle on the hob and a warm welcome!! :o)

oh MY MY Cariad...How lovely oh How lovely!! and I too, now, have tears in my eyes.......oh my
my...........lovely so lovely ......the words I see oh my do I see...(heart()()() )Granny! Thanks for this.....Cariad thanks....

To be born in Wales,
Not with a silver spoon in your mouth
But, with music in your blood
And with poetry in your soul,
Is a privilige indeed.

Your inheritance is a land of Legend,
Of love and contrast
A land of beauty so bright it burns the eyes.
Of ugliness that scars the Spirit
As the Earth.

Wales is an old land with wounds
That weep in hills.
They wept before in the bodies of men
And in the hearts of women
And time will never heal them.

The stigmata of sorrow,
Of pain and poverty,
Of lonely crucifixtion in the dark,
Remain our lives to feed.

The Land of our Fathers was built on coal,
It's rivers of mingled blood and sweat
Have forever darkened it,
Relieved only by death.

We are a sad people,
Our sadness being wrapped in harps and music
And praise to God
For the lovely, yearning light
That feeds the Spirit as well as the eyes.

..................

In grandmother's house
The shiny kettle hissed on the hob,
Ready and warm,
A Welsh welcome.
A fire that never goes out.

Grandmother, family-proud and so of house,
With hob black-leaded,
Glistening like a raven's wings
And brass like gold
Untarnished.

Her kitchen smelling of oilcloth
And beeswax and Brasso
The Welsh-dresser and chemille-plush
And white china dogs, like sentinels
Guarding the mantlepiece.

A Bible used so much it never needed dusting,
A rocking chair that moves
In silent motion, beholding
The Dad no longer there.

But there was always love
To wash around you like a healing tide
To cleanse the sore places,
Childish sorrows and tremulous tears.

To her the Welsh are bound,
A matriarchal Nation,
The umbilical cord that's ne'er severed
As we span our Earthly lives.

......................

There are preachers, aged men
With salvation in their souls
And Hell-fire damnation
In their breath.

The Welsh are a nation of preachers,
Of minstrels and bards,
Of night-shirted Druids
With mistletoe in their hair.

Reverent of learning and education
As an escape from the darkness
Of the mind and of the Pits
That collier's compass.

.......................

To be a child in Wales
Is to be a child in Paradise.
The mountains worn smooth by timeless backsides
Covered in serge-suiting that shines like polished glass.

With lairs where foxes live.
Streams so clear and cold
They freeze your blood as if to ice
And glow your cheeks.

Her rivers rusted with slime and bedsprings
And with tins that caught minnows,
Ferns that crackel underfoot
Where Adders live.

There are Welsh babies snug in flannel.
Chapels with encrusted tombstones
With leaves and moss.
Shiny black Bibles bound in Brass.

-- I can't remember the author ---

THE EDGE

I was looking at the clouds on a Winter's day
I was thinking how the world has lost its way
How we play an empty game and how we think we're free
How we lie about the truth and the Misery

I was standing in the middle of a pouring rain
I was seeing how there's nothing in this life but pain
How we spend our days within an empty shell
How we dream of Heaven, how we're born in Hell

I can see into the city, I can see the mud
I can see the dirty faces, they are covered in blood
I can see the devil's hunger in the business man
I can feel the thirsty hunger all through this Land

I was blinded by a vision of the world-to-be
I was thinking of a Life that can never be
I was hoping for a place of security
I was sinking in the sand of Reality

But I know there must be some escape, a tunnel through the slime
I'm tired of watching all the rape, I'm sick of seeing all the crime
I've gazed along the open shore, I've looked within my darkest dreams
I've searched my soul to find a door, I must get out by any means

And I'm going over...I'm going over...yes I'm going over

The Edge

I was swirling in the center of a raging flood
I was coughing up the mucus and the slimy blood
I could feel the awful hatred in the angry sky
I could see the naked truth behind the endless Lie

How we spit upon the weak and how we praise the strong
How we trample on the right and how we bless the wrong
How we gave our souls to Satan, how we laughed with glee
When we finally saw the Lord hanging on that Tree

I am sick of living in a world filled with spite
I am sick of utter darkness, this eternal Night
I am fed up with the Dream and the Fantasy
I am fed up with the whole damn thing, you see

A Storm is coming and its gonna be an evil day
The water's rising, gonna wash your hopes away
The wind is blowing, gonna rip right through your head
The devil's smirking 'cause he knows you're already Dead

But I know there must be some escape, a tunnel to the Light
I think I've found a better way, I'm giving up this worthless fight
I've gazed along the open shore, I've looked into the land of Love
I've searched my soul to find a door, I've gazed into the stars above

And I'm going over...I'm going over...yes I'm going over

The Edge

TY carolina. :o)

Perfect re-title, Stardust! lol :o)

Lovely Greg...uh...perhaps that one could be called Ode to 3334??? ;-) j/k LOL

lol..cute on Usurper

Looking across the board
I could ill afford to be ignored
But my opponent snored.
I said "Good Lord!"
Having stored up a hoard
Of expletives in a gourd.

Beautiful.

how deep; full of hope...

That is moving Star

The morning sun rising majestically in the East
It's splendid rays kissing the horizon with such gentle caress
the warmth of it's light washing over me like a warm shower on a cool winter's day
Still it did nothing to quell the emptiness inside

Alone with this magnificant beast along the cool expanse of sand
I watched as a wind arose and then yet died,overwhelmed by the power of Ra
Or so it seemed
That great eye in the sky
how it watched me,mocked me,yet marvelled at me
For I was alone on this desert
Alone
yet unafraid

Steadfastly I trudged onward
The Beast- my nemesis,my enemy,my only companion
never leaving my side
growing ever stronger,ever more vigilant
ever more
evermore

Then,I feel it
it is weakening
it's hold on me releasing
it needs it's rest,it seems
even such magnificant Beasts need rejuvenation
I have prevailed , this battle is mine,yet again
I will survive,ready to face another round
And begin the day anew

Great Poem!!

Thanks usurper, you caught it. There is a story behind that one as well. I still have the feather that brought it all out, its somewhere in a box :)

I really like this! Very optimistic. Both romantic & also includes the deeper 'agape' love. But also realistic (a feather's fragility, etc...). Wow. :o)

Good job Carolina

I just woke up to this. Moving, powerful, and well done, carolina. I enjoyed it very much! Thanks :o)

Wonderful Carolina just wonderful!!!!!do it again and again and again (smile) Granny!

Thanks Aragon KM :)~~

And oh what a try it was. Excellent :o)

Life Lessons Learned

As I was driving in the car this morning I thought of all the things that had occurred in my short 31 yrs on this earth.

I pondered each and every aspect of my days on this earth..

I needed meaning and understanding for all that had occurred..

Parents divorced when I was a child...I always wanted more...everlasting love and peace that comes from finding that special one..

At age 16 I married my high school sweetheart.....14 yrs into it we fell apart..wished I had known it would be like that from the start....He promised we would never part..

Then low and behold I met a man, who gave me the love that only he can...

I realized today that everything that has occurred in my life has made me who and what I am..Prepared me for his greater plans..


Who am I to question him? The one who gave me life again? I realize now that the greatest gift he gave me was the unanswered prayers...To lead me on this path of crooked stairs...


And if I die today, I will know that I was all a part of his master plan!! And that I truly love this man!

Awww shucks, thanks e1

Thanks for your words :) I will dance for sure....and now that have many more friends...WOW!!Thanks RAdiant !!

Wanda!!
I went to bed thinking of Current River and Jacks Fork!!!!
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Rivers!

As I am remembering days of the past.
I thank goodness for being this lass!
She ran to the place where the river crest,
over the waterfall she did gasp!
She was in awe of what she saw
a rush a mighty power out of the wall.
Now as she thinks of the fall
she remembers the last fall...She
then remembers to run run and
leap from the rope that came from the
bluff....
As we felt the breeze upon our face,
we felt the water take our breath.
Then the pumping of the waters deep
felt so exciting to our unbelief. In this
wall of magnificent beauty was the
time of great memory!
Now as we play to hearts content
remembering the days of wading and
floating..

This is precious our River
Current.....Current as it flows
never-ending with its GREAT BEAUTY!

Fantastic Medic!! Although you really didn't have to write one about me ROFL!!

Wow! Awesome, Medic!

Thats beautiful!! Thanks for sharing :-)

Our love is like a feather.
So light and fragile, but yet strong and enduring
Each strand is an occurrence
All held together by the quill

Our love begins small and delicate and grows
To be strong, beautiful and proud
Our love protects us from the rain
Our love keeps us warm when it’s cold

When our feather has grown big and strong
It lifts us on the wind
To soar above it all
Lifting us higher and higher
Until nothing else matters
But the love and togetherness that we share

When there are times that pull us apart
We smooth them together with the memories
From all the other strands
And once again our ‘feather’ is whole
Ready to stand the test again

The bird that the feather is on may die
But like our love
The feather goes on
For eternity

So here is the to the feather of our life
Our love
May it grow
May it lift us up higher and higher
Standing the test of time
Weathering the storms
Only to grow stronger and stronger
And to remain the beautiful love that it is.

Copyrighted by me

Oh I like your duck one Stardust hehhehee

1. You must submit an original poem of at least one line or one word (your choice or whichever comes first). For example: "Here"
2. This poem must have a title. For example: "HERE"
3. It must have an author (i.e., it must have been written). For example: "me"
4. The author must not be me but you, i.e., "you"
5. It must have a date. For example: "her" (or "him" if it is a female poem)
6. It must be posted (with the right zip code preferably)
7. Not only posted but posted here. For example, post "HERE" here
8. Of course you must also be a BK paying member, but that is inconsequential. The price is not prohibitive and well worth discovering such jewels as "HERE" and others.
9. Lastly you must grovel.
10. If we are then suitably distracted you might slip in the back door.

¡Ya no entiendo nada aquí! LOL

Creo que las poemas escritos en otros lenguajes son muy hermosas pero no puedo saberlo realmente porque ¡no conozco estas idiomas estranjeras! (Es mi culpa porque he tenido oportunidades para aprenderlas y no lo he hecho.)

Que increible que tenemos ahora un lugar acquí…un hogar verdaderamente…donde podemos descansarnos y juntarnos en una sociedad secreta de poesía. Me encanta mucho. Y parace un éxito. :o)

¿Hay otros aquí que hablan el español? He visto el francés y el aleman (¡creo! lol) y otros sino…hmmm. Mi español es más or menos aunque peudo leerlo bastante bien. Pues, ¡Bien venidos todos! Gozaremos en nuestro tesoro precioso.

Gregorio

TRANSLATION:

I don’t understand anything here anymore! LOL

I believe that the poems written in other tongues must be very beautiful, but can’t really know that since I don’t know these foreign languages! (It’s my fault because I’ve had opportunities to learn them and haven’t done it). Nevertheless, I like seeing these very much.

How incredible that we have a place here…truly a home…where we can rest and join together in a secret poetry society. I am very delighted. And it seems like a success. :o)

Are there others here who speak Spanish? I’ve seen French and German (I think! lol) and others but…hmmm. My Spanish is so-so but I can read it quite well. Well anyway, Welcome all! Let us enjoy our precious treasure.

Greg

You are so right;
thanks for dancing in that light
and share with all of us
thus
your heart hid for long..

we´ll listen to your song :-)

~*Radiant 36:9*~