Anyway, let's not "ruin" () Ashu's thread. Peace my brother...and love for you and yours...

Some of your "words in fun" I guess came off (to me) cruel and hurtful...silly now to me of course in looking back... It's too easy to misinterpret "words" in print. "Exactly my point" JM
Growing up being "bullied" in life has made me all too weary and I guess I felt wounded by the one whom I thought had championed my cause. "
I'm very sorry you felt that way, please believe me it waw never intended in that spirit." JM

I mean you no ill will and it's saddened me so much that our new friendship ended on such a sour note
I bloody HATE sour notes.....JM

Could we please start again and try to be friends again?
I would like that very much...

An awful lot of ill will has passed between us in the recent past,
and I believe that the past is dead... let it stay there.

'Nuff said

"The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe;
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew;
The little stars were the herring-fish
That lived in the beautiful sea.

"Now cast your nets wherever you wish,---
Never afeard are we!"
So cried the stars to the fisherman three,
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod."

---Eugene Field

I like poetry.
It would be nice if there was a poetry wallpaper section here. For Desktop X too. I have some... but I am to shy to put them up

I, on sleepless nights do ponder
The meaning of it all
And when day breaks, I fall to sleep
And when sun sets, I fall...

And on the shores of barefoot sands
My heart sinks without end
But glad am I to embrace the sky
And make one loyal friend...


-me

I'd love to read your prose joetheblow I'm heading off to la-la land but if you post I and many others I'm sure will appreciate your post!

well.... I will think about it.

thanks a-seraphim.

"It's so hard to see beyond the words,
sometimes they make no sense at all...
But friendship knows no bounds
and will not allow the fall."

SJ33

"And now it's time to say good night...
Good Night, sleep tight..
Dream sweet dreams for me, dream sweet dreams for you
close your eyes and say goodnight,
Good Night, sleep tight."

Well, I do believe some good may have come out of all this poetry, eh Ashu ?.

Words

Axes
After whose stroke the wood rings,
And the echoes!
Echoes travelling
Off from the centre like horses

The sap
Wells like tears, like the
Water striving
To re-establish its mirror
Over the rock

That drops and turns,
A white skull,
Eaten by weedy greens.
Years later I
Encounter them on the road---

Words dry and riderless,
the indefatigable hoof-taps.
While
From the bottom of the pool, fixed stars
Govern a life.

-Sylvia Plath

Nice one Motion!

I am enthralled by the verses written by a-seraphim. I don't NEED to congratulate JM, that's understood. And as for motion, man u do have a great taste.

Yes you are right a-seraphim, something good HAS come out of this thread. Maybe this thread has helped make friends of u guys and it has definately brought out the poet in you.

here's something that you may relish, a poem by Robert Louis Stevenson.

FEAR not, dear friend, but freely live your days
Though lesser lives should suffer. Such am I,
A lesser life, that what is his of sky
Gladly would give for you, and what of praise.
Step, without trouble, down the sunlit ways.
We that have touched your raiment, are made whole
From all the selfish cankers of man's soul,
And we would see you happy, dear, or die.
Therefore be brave, and therefore, dear, be free;
Try all things resolutely, till the best,
Out of all lesser betters, you shall find;
And we, who have learned greatness from you, we,
Your lovers, with a still, contented mind,
See you well anchored in some port of rest.

Here's a personal favourite. You must have read this before (atleast I did). It was a part of my curriculum in Std. VI or what you might call the sixth grade. It has been etched into my memory ever since.

The Arrow and the Song

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I am sorry Ande, I attributed your comment to a-seraphim. i hope you overlook this mistake.

NETHER LANDS

"High on this mountain
The clouds down below
I'm feeling so strong and alive
From this rocky perch
I'll continue to search
For the wind
And the snow
And the sky
I want a lover
I want some friends
And I want to live in the sun
And I want to do all those things that I
never have done.

Sunny bright mornings
And pale moonlit nights
Keep me from feeling alone
Now, I'm learning to fly
And this freedom is like
Nothing that I've ever known
I've seen the bottom
And I've been on top
But mostly I've lived in between
And where do you go
When you get to the end of your dream?

Off in the nether lands
I heard a sound
Like the beating of heavenly wings
And deep in my brain
I can hear a refrain
Of my soul as she rises and sings
Anthems to glory and
Anthems to love and
Hymns filled with earthly delight
Like the songs that the darkness
Composes to worship the light.

Once in a vision
I came on some woods
And stood at a fork in the road
My choices were clear
Yet I froze with the fear
Of not knowing which way to go
One road was simple
Acceptance of life
The other road offered sweet peace
When I made my decision
My vision became my release."

---Dan Fogelberg

Ok Ok Ok You tell me what road he took Jam?

I think only he could tell you that, Ande...

Love the Longfellow and the Stevenson ashu modi.

This thread is great and very inspirational. I've always loved good poetry. People like Sylvia Plath, e.e. cummings, T.S. Elliot, have always been among my favorites.

Keep 'em comming people, this is great.

And JamMeister, I like a good lyric too. The Fogelberg is great. One of my favorites was a simple one by Paul Simon a long long time ago.



I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song.
I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long.
Time hurries on,
And the leaves that are green, turn to brown.
And they wither with the wind,
And they crumble in your hand.

Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl.
I held her close but she faded in the night.
Like a poem I meant to write.
And the leaves that are green turn to brown.
And they wither with the wind,
And they crumble in your hand.

I threw a pebble in a brook,
And watched the ripples run away.
And they never made a sound.
And the leaves that are green turn to brown.
And they wither with the wind,
And they crumble in your hand.

Hello, hello, hello, hello.
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
That's all there is.
And the leaves that are green turn to brown.



The older I get, the more I appreciate this lyric.

# 100! woo hoo!

Thank you for your kind comments, Ashu (((HUG)))

Here's a few of my older "pwems" (my 'baby' word for poems )

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Titled, "Fallen one"

Once you were ready to fight the good fight
Baby you were on the side of the right,
Then like a shadow that disappears in the night
You shed your wings made of gossamer light.

I witnessed your soul, thrashed against the wall
It’s something I suppose, that can happen to us all,
Where did you run? Why did you cry?
Was it because you could no longer fly?

I wish I could bring the clouds back to your feet
Where the heavens are lit and the sky’s your retreat,
What an aching reminder …that low drumming beat
Of human limbs walking a solid paved street.

Your past cloaks your eyes in a dark, haunted daze
Memories still flash underneath your tired gaze,
I can tell when you’re going back, back to the days
When your life had meaning beyond just a dark phase.

The thunder wakes you from your mental reprieve
You must open your mind to what you believe,
Nothing you do can undo what you’ve done
Just pray for the light and lookup to the sun …as you run.


*********************************************************************


Titled, "The Garden"
How lovely does her garden grow now?
When once it was so dead?
Who could have been up to the courageous task?
To give her stems what they needed to be fed?

Then, one day came this brave gardener
A stranger walking casually a long,
He whistled a winsome, lonely tune
And then he sang this haunting song…

“Garden, I am but a stranger
and of words I do solemnly toil,
But if you allow my lexis to reach you
My love will drench to your soil.”

The garden resisted the gardener at first
Though she languished in hunger and was parched with new thirst,
For the impulse was great for her not to believe
In the things he had offered for her to receive.

She stayed starved and deprived for as long as she could
Till she finally could see he was wise and was good,
Then her gates finally opened and let him inside
Where they could quench each other with nothing to hide.

Her flowers and foliage bloomed bright and anew
With every kind word from his beautiful lips,
And with every sweet prose she could easily suppose
That he made her shine from her roots to her tips.

No longer could she hide no matter how much pride
That he was the reason she bloomed,
As each day she blossomed just a little bit more
Waiting eagerly for his gardening to resume.

So, now her garden is learning to flourish again
In a way she could never have known,
If it weren’t for the gardener whose deft mind she connects
And a part of her heart and her soil he doth own.

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Titled, "Desire"
 
I want to open your window
And fan your smoldering fire
Igniting sparks lit in your eyes
As I claim you in blazing desire.
 
I want to sing like an angelic apparition at dawn
I want to passionately dance like a sprite in the night
I want to vanish in the black wings of darkness
I want to materialize in the luminosity of light.
 
I want to grasp and reach and touch so deeply
I want to look and speak and think and know
I want to stop, to slow, and idly ponder
I want to wander, to run so fast and to go.
 
I want to lift the veil and see what’s beneath
Then cover my eyes and surrender to my senses
I want to squirm and writhe sensuously slow
I want to move faster and remove all the fences.
 
I want to hear your throbbing, pounding heart
I want you to hold me firmly against your hips
I want to delight in your gentle, reaching hand
As your fingers trail from my toes to my lips.
 
I want to launch the rockets
I want to charge at the gate
I want to rise early in the morning
I want to stay up too late.
 
I want to haunt the halls that echo
I want to scream into the wind
I want to break free of my bondage
I want to retrieve what I can’t rescind.
 
I want to beckon to the spirits that sigh
I want to be good and kind and right
I want to pray unto the gods that deny
I want to yell and cry and to fight.
 
I want to be free to find who I am
I want to be safe in my cold little cell,
I want the virtue and purity of heaven
I want the danger and temptation of hell.
 
I want to speak in wordless riddles
I want to seek, to learn, to find,
I want to know, to grow, to see
I want to be innocent and blind.
 
I want to rise from the cooling ashes
I want to feel the embers of burning coal
I want to be showered in your thoughts
I want to devour you, heart, mind and soul.
 
I want to infiltrate beyond mere words
I want to penetrate with a supernatural infusion
I want to get so beyond the surface
I want past illusory confusion.
 
I want to sense your piercing gaze
I want to creep into your mind
I want to whisper hushed and breathy
I want to let loose and unwind…
 
I want you to open my window
I want you to fan my smoldering fire,
Igniting sparks lit in my eyes
As you claim me in blazing desire.

*******************************************************************

Titled, Fear

It keeps me awake when I should try to sleep
It takes away my laughter and causes me to weep
It increases the rhythm of my fragile heart’s beat
And I’m afraid to stand alone on my own two feet…

It’s fear

It keeps my legs hobbled so that I can’t try to run
It takes all or any pleasure out of having any fun
It robs me of my faith and any hopes for my tomorrow
It rapes me of my integrity and fills me with such sorrow.

It’s fear

It disdainfully announces that I’m no good inside
Then, it says I have no reason to feel any kind of pride
And then it mocks the very bitter tears I’ve cried, saying
 The world would be better off if only I had died…

It’s fear

It keeps my nerves jangling on the razor's jagged edge
And I'm terrified to jump from the safety of my ledge
It's these moments that stretch my life in long, tortuous hours
as my veins grow cold I fear I've begun to lose my powers...

It’s fear

It lies in wait for me, setting insidious little traps
It grimaces in the mirror, reminding me of my mishaps
It tells me that I have no right to dream dreams any longer
It tries to weaken me when all I want is to be stronger…

It’s fear

It greedily feeds upon itself and it's never satiated
It kicks me in the ass and keeps me mentally berated
It plots to turn my mind into it's evil little toy
It's clever, and it's sinister and wants to steal my joy...

It's fear

It strips me of my dignity so I’m naked, cold and torn
It claws into my soul and rips the masks off that I've worn
It wounds me as it digs until my heart can take no more
Left only in my darkness I'm alone and scared and sore...

It's fear

It tells me that I'll disappoint the people that I love
And no matter how I struggle I will never rise above
It growls and howls and tortures me and spits upon my face
It leaves me feeling helpless in my anguish and disgrace...

It's fear

It tells me I'm not worth anything; that I'm not even real
It tells me that I have no right to think, to want or feel
It tells me that I'm ugly, that I'm useless, that I'm gross
It yells at me until I'm zombie like and I'm morose...

It's fear

It whispers of my doom and it warns me of disaster
It wants to overcome me; yes it wants to be my master
It tells me to trust no one; that true love is not for me
It mockingly reminds me that it will never set me free...

It's fear.

It tells me I am wrong and that I’ll never learn to fight
It questions all my motives even when I know I’m right
It wants me to give up, to quit, and finally to give in
But no matter what it wants…I must never let it win...

Even if it kills me...
It's only fear

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Titled, Tear it down

Leave it; let it go, tear it down
Let it tumble and crumble, smite the frown
Release the memories and say goodbye
Let the tears come flooding and cry.
Bring respite to your ceaseless fear
Tear it down so it can’t come near
Don’t let your foibles make you fall
Tear it down and make them small.
If your feelings make you wary
And to share them is damned scary
Know they don’t make you a clown
And if you think that, tear it down.
Give your reaching heart a rest
No need to worry or be obsessed
The hopes you have won’t make you drown
And if they do just tear it down.
Do your best to seek things higher
Stop berating your innermost desire
Wear your heart’s dream as your crown
Whatever wounds you, just tear it down.


I think that's enough...)

It's great to see some of your original poetry again a-seraphim Your waters run much deeper than just great graphics.
I'd like to see some original stuff from everyone else, it's too easy to just cut and paste someone elses work...inspired orginality in poetry can tell you alot about the depth of ones soul.

I'll start posting some of my original poetry here...I hope that everyone else will reciprocate with theirs.

This one is called Tears

When it is quiet
And I am alone
I can hear him weeping
From the unknown

It never stops
He is always there
Crying his tears
It is all I can bear

He takes all my pain
So it don't show
And stuffs it inside
So no one will know

Even when times are happy
And friends are around
He's still there inside me
His message profound

When will it stop?
Never, I fear
He'll go to my grave
Shedding a tear