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Anna, that is a poem and a half. Bravo. Faust, sorry I didnt read your poem earlier, I appreciated it though. I like your style.

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Anna, that is a poem and a half. Bravo. Faust, sorry I didnt read your poem earlier, I appreciated it though. I like your style.
Thank you. I like your style too, it flows well. Here is another one in that case

Can't stop writing.

I sublimate my pain into a thousand words
Thus making art of life distraught
Thus finding beauty in the misery of mine
As I am laying rhymes on top of rhymes

The words are there and so I play these toys
Before insanity my sanity destroys
Before I let my anger drive me low
Before I let my weakness flow

Upon my heart the waterfall of words
Sprays rhymes that drive away the foes
Of darkness that each has on the inside
The waterfall them drowns, and then subsides

And I remain calm, peaceful, and relaxed
I use my pen instead of drugs
It brings me back the balance in my life
It courteously misdirects the knife

That was aimed straight into my weary heart
The knife flies by, as rhymes depart
From my soul travel to my funny mind
And from it onto paper way they find

And so I write, like many others write
Like many others reasons try to find
For living life, for the existing pain
Although it seems that our search is vain

What reason’s there? Looks like none at all
So I accept that, and as I pay the toll
I keep my pride, and my awareness intact
I look around and analyze the facts

And pile up experiences to fulfill my life,
Fulfill my life – maybe that’s where the answer lies
To never ending brooding of my thoughts
Fulfillment is the meaning that I’ve sought

Who knows, who knows… for now it seems to work
There’s nothing else convincing no one spoke
As to the question of existence, still it hangs
And gnaws at us with poisonous fangs


However, I do find that I have kept my cool
That I’ve escaped the existential pool
That I have raised my head to look ahead
Still knowing that one day I will be dead

So what? Should I feel scared of that fact?
Should that thought nail me to my bed?
Should I each day escape or dread?
Should I not laugh, but weep instead?

Oh no, those thoughts are not for me
Instead I’ll live aware and free
Instead I will fulfill my life
Instead I’ll battle, try and strive

And make life fun while I’m at that
No heaven waits for me ahead
No hell below, no devils smile at me
No angels make me feel my glee

No god will judge me when I die
No higher power watches on TV my life
No fear instilled in me from early age
No fate is predetermining my way

Is that not reason to rejoice?
That I control my life by choice
Although the circumstance on me does weigh
Yet I decide how heavy its relay

Hence, I don’t cry, I only bite my lip
When life my heart unscrupulously whips
But I rejoice with all my flesh and soul
Those moments when true happiness unfolds

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I think faust has an admirer, not to say any names,
*cough Anna *cough

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Originally posted by ahhGucci@Feb 3rd, 2004 - 8:27 pm
I think faust has an admirer, not to say any names,
*cough Anna *cough
thank you.

95% (out of which 40% is in Russian language) is hand-written, but you guys are making me want to post them. So, here is another one...

My doorbell rang tonight
I opened the door on a chain
There she stood in dim light
Beaten, broken and pale

“And who will you be?” I her asked
Bewildered and somewhat amused
Here face was a terrible mask
Of pain, it was all black and blue

“I’m LOVE,” she said and she smiled
As she looked me straight in the eye
I saw sparks brighter than fire
“I came here to stay and to die

I wondered too long on this planet
I’ve tried to be open and true
I wanted to be never ending
But everyone said, “I hate you”

The housewives beat me with purses
And drowned me in their perfume
Men lured me with silky voices
Then raped me from midnight till noon

Old ladies chased me with brooms
And children threw stones at my back
Each day I saw nothing but gloom
Each day there was something I lacked

I aimlessly wandered, still hoping
To find someone decent and kind
But people were stepping and stomping
And so I decided to hide

I left them, confused and demolished
I’m looking for somewhere to sleep
If you’d allow me to stay in the shed
So there I can quietly weep”

With trembling hands I ripped off the chain
And hurriedly opened the door
“There is a bed where you can lay,
I always sleep on the floor”

I made her some coffee, bacon and toast
I ripped my blanket in half
I watched her until in the sleep she was lost
Till lighter became her deep breath

Next morning we talked and looked at the sky
And then we walked by the sea
I taught her to live and she taught me to fly
And now she stays here with me

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I really like that last poem faust... Very beautiful...

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This was written about a story that surfaced in the papers about a year ago. Hopefully the poem isn't too confusing, but I was basically concerned about the "sale" of these unborn children.

"Victory!"
cries the little man with a spotted bow tie
and dances compulsively
around the DNA in a petri dish.
"Ooh, I thought it was a myth!"
Mrs. Brodie of Maplewood Lane
Clutches her darling hubby's arm
And glows
"Ten-thousand dollars and a used computer"
Proclaims a garishly decorated web site
Don't fret if the price is too high for you though
You only pay half price
If you get a disabled specimen.
"Surrogacy!" the newspapers shriek
"The sale of human life is going on right here in our city!"
The House of Commons agrees
With the sentiment
"We are deeply disturbed,"
Mrs. Brodie nods earnestly
At her fascinated neighbours
"Deeply disturbed,"
the downcast scientist
mutters at his tangled shoelaces.
We are all
Deeply disturbed, they tell us
Only Tracie-Lou,
Standing at her street corner,
Laughs.

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Love your poem lilliojAnna, by the way...

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Thankyou.. I LOVE yours!!!

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I love all your poems by the way!

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TO A FRIEND

I ask but one thing of you, only one,
That always you will be my dream of you;
That never shall I wake to find untrue
All this I have believed and rested on,
Forever vanished, like a vision gone
Out into the night. Alas, how few
There are who strike in us a chord we knew
Existed, but so seldom heard its tone
We tremble at the half-forgotten sound.
The world is full of rude awakenings
And heaven-born castles shattered to the ground,
Yet still our human longing vainly clings
To a belief in beauty through all wrongs.
O stay your hand, and leave my heart its songs!

Amy Lowell

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Quote:
Originally posted by purplelucrezia@Feb 10th, 2004 - 8:35 pm
Amy Lowell
I think I prefer Robert.

Quote:
Skunk Hour

Nautilus Island's hermit
heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage;
her sheep still graze above the sea.
Her son's a bishop. Her farmer
is first selectman in our village,
she's in her dotage.

Thirsting for
the hierarchic privacy
of Queen Victoria's century,
she buys up all
the eyesores facing her shore,
and lets them fall.

The season's ill--
we've lost our summer millionaire,
who seemed to leap from an L. L. Bean
catalogue. His nine-knot yawl
was auctioned off to lobstermen.
A red fox stain covers Blue Hill.

And now our fairy
decorator brightens his shop for fall,
his fishnet's filled with orange cork,
orange, his cobbler's bench and awl,
there is no money in his work,
he'd rather marry.

One dark night,
my Tudor Ford climbed the hill's skull,
I watched for love-cars. Lights turned down,
they lay together, hull to hull,
where the graveyard shelves on the town. . . .
My mind's not right.

A car radio bleats,
'Love, O careless Love . . . .' I hear
my ill-spirit sob in each blood cell,
as if my hand were at its throat . . . .
I myself am hell,
nobody's here--

only skunks, that search
in the moonlight for a bite to eat.
They march on their soles up Main Street:
white stripes, moonstruck eyes' red fire
under the chalk-dry and spar spire
of the Trinitarian Church.

I stand on top
of our back steps and breathe the rich air--
a mother skunk with her column of kittens swills the
garbage pail
She jabs her wedge-head in a cup
of sour cream, drops her ostrich tail,
and will not scare.

-Robert Lowell

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uuhhh...i'm a little speechless...faust...i think i need a stiff drink after those... the rest of you too...very thoughtful words...words can have such power in the right hands...

really...astonishingly good... not for the faint of heart...

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Originally posted by softgrey@Mar 5th, 2004 - 1:01 pm
uuhhh...i'm a little speechless...faust...i think i need a stiff drink after those... the rest of you too...very thoughtful words...words can have such power in the right hands...

really...astonishingly good... not for the faint of heart...
thank you

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Desert

Amidst the cactus needles
I stray into the desert
From flowing waters fresh
To prickling of my flesh
My feet are burned by scorching grains
My eyes are closed by glare
From cheerful life without a doubt,
I collapse into this draught
My yearning heart for what has been
Bestows on my mind a curse
For guiding my unwilling feet
Into this gorging heat
Alas, a wind has touched my hair
Dried up the sweat at my brow
It comes to me as a sign
That I shall not evaporate with this line.

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How cold it must have been where you are from
How far you must have traveled away from home

How many miles and stones passed under your feet
As you were walking, towards where the sky and ocean meet

As you were following the rainbow through the rain
As you walked over needles, and your feet bled pain

And when they had said, “just follow your dreams”
How hard that is! When nothing is as it seems

When blooming flowers turn to cactus’ at touch
When babies turn to monsters as you watch

And so you walked on past them, regretting nothing on your way
And watched the stars at night, and glowing sun at day

Your thoughts would guide you through the gloomy show
Unmasking every stranger, and making friend or foe

You walked past tempting masquerades and balls
You walked through caves, instead of banquet halls

Your eyes did not feast upon the shallow beauty women wore
Your heart wouldn’t rush, it waited for the one you would adore

Her warmth heats up your freezing hands and shivering chest
Her nature, true and decent, at once, puts your thoughts to rest

And then one night, when you two lay together down to sleep
You watch her, see her feet bleed, and you weep

She walked, like you, stepping over needles, bringing pain
Yet smiling, holding on, and you understand, that nothing was in vain

Your paths inevitably met, and once they met, they sparked
A fire from the footprints left, from the road now marked

And finally, you watch the sunset light the tops of trees
The beauty that you know, she too, sees

You are both warriors, strong at heart
You both knew about each other from the start

But walked your separate ways, searching for the true and real
And found each other, and now see how you feel!

No bother, no need, no want, and no denial
Keep each other safe and far away from vile

And now your feet, and hers, have healed
And now, your friendship is with love, sealed

Your true companionship leads you to that very place
Where the sky and ocean meet, to which you walked for days.

And now you need your feet no more as you take flight
And now you know, she loves you, with all her might.

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