STICKY POST
By Christy.
Friday, 16. November 2007, 23:10:51
poetry, group
Everyone on this group can post whatever they feel like. This group belongs to us all.
Hey guys, just a FYI, we have been getting many poems that are coming in which are fantastic. Just want to let everyone know that many poems are on several pages so that all the poems can be looked at and commented on. The poems are coming in faster than people know. Which is great.
Now, I know we also have lots of members in our group. So hopefully, we have more poetry coming our way as well. "hint, hint"
This is a great group of people and I am proud to belong to this group.
By Maree Long.
Wednesday, 4. November 2009, 06:56:17
Dedicated to Sumiko Moriyama Lee
who was greatly loved but in one
lapse of carelessness is passed away...
EMPTINESS COMES SO QUICKLY
emptiness comes so quickly
uninvited, it causes a rift
in the heart
a long desert empty
destitute, and devoid
of all things giving
heartache comes so quickly
uninvited, just idling away
precious hours
tears they come so quickly
they pour into the void saltiness
stinging the eyes of grief
vacant memories is all you
can be now,a collection of
memories we sadly miss
blank stresses the absence of something
something precious that
took up that space
no more the arm to embrace
no more the warmth of beating
heart and gentle gesture
rendered now beyond our midst
beyond where we cannot travel
cold cold space
how I long to fill the vacuum
once again of one so gentle
natured
guilt it comes so quickly
aching and gutting every nerve
deadening all the joyous senses
that no longer have a place
to abide and regret it fights
for a corner of tenancy
grief it comes so quickly
and nestles as a trio that
overwhelms the lamenting heart
If I could a thousand times
change that which has passed
then you would be here and not missed
If I could a thousand times
take your place then I could
easily live with that
but now have to live with
the empty arms, and empty heart
that you once filled
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2009
Sumiko Moriyama Lee -
Born August 2008 - Passed away November 2009
from heat stroke - only one year old -
a unique sweetness who deserved better,
who brought joy into our otherwise mundane
lives, greatly loved by "Baby Boy" who may miss you
more than all the rest and hasnt quite figured
out what has changed or why your not here
anymore....you were our sweetheart our quiet joy
By Valius.
Sunday, 25. October 2009, 03:13:27
Dead roaches and cockle shells
There is no joy or holiday bells
Nothing goes well in Jabaa Town
All who is here just wear a frown
One day soon I'm planning to leave
Won't stay here to labor and grieve
Seven of us in a one room shack
Packing my bags never to come back
But for now I'll have to make do
Diner tonight left over mutton stew
How much longer can I live in shame
Who's to fault and no one to blame
Heard tell that there's work in Defoe
All I need is to clear up what I owe
Never really been out of Jabba Town
Everyone here's always been around
What if I do leave to never return
In a strange place could a living I earn
Dead roaches and cockle shells
Think I'll just stay with these ne'er-do-wells
By Valius.
Monday, 28. September 2009, 21:16:43
The Light
Cascading through the planate light effortlessly, logically without irresolute
unable to consider any rhyme, rational or reasonable purpose on I go
Somehow, this journey is not unusual, no such feeling of being bizarre
for the time is timeless and my excursion not unlike a familiar ritual I know.
Fear is not a consideration for this trip is one I make with much content
anxiety abounds as anticipation builds within my worldly soul
A smile makes its presence known and without regrets or past recollections
the transcendent, majestic light nears as I draw nearer to my goal
As on I go down I forget yet memories of past times past still fill my heart
and rapidly the thoughts of what has been dissipates easily, I know my fate
Aware now of the undulation in reverse a correction of the gallimaufry of my life
there is only the future of the past as I grow nearer to God's eternal pearly gate.
By Moses Bernads.
Saturday, 26. September 2009, 05:15:05
ice caps, melting, greed, twining
...
If my last was my only chance
The dinosaurs would again dance
Life seems a maxists idea
Only a tip of a holocaust around here
As caps melt and centigrades rise
Typical of man's arrogance and smite
His greed has been drawn to the six figure
As the day of repence draws near
The global accord wails to shame and witty
Tired of tidying up after
their pity
Clandestine shifts of pretence and obsession
And constant loss of scripts on global subsidy
The hunger for power concerns my sober self
As the nations of intoxicates trumple the shelf
The lotus beauty of Africa's stained diamond
To the uiggers of china' endangered by their color of almond
Unger has endangered my recovery
As no theory explains my umph for discovery.
By Maree Long.
Wednesday, 23. September 2009, 22:05:18
mind, friendship, lonliness, trust
...
SIZE=6]Secretly......
singularly, secretly a moment of self is revealed
entrusted to the heart of another
negotiations of tender feelings
close-mouthed and reticent and yet escape the words
not before dared uttered, secluded and sheltered
emotions now find another hiding place
that finds their resting in the midst and mind of another
those thoughts that had long been kept from the knowledge
of, but the initiated within the privileged circle of friendship
that had always been entrusted to the imagination of the mind
locked away in the recesses as though key locked in a tiny secret drawer
where all cautious faithfully stored memories, longed for desires
now shared and entrusted with a new aliance that in hope might
bring to fruition the understanding of a lonely soul
that had wandered the catacoombs of the single heart
desperation or great affection? I wonder which caused the
the tiny secret drawer to be unlocked and shared from which
much dust has thickly covered the drawer for many years....
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2009
Inspired by Mins comments
By Moses Bernads.
Wednesday, 23. September 2009, 19:46:51
sailor, lessons., earth, life
While sailing the vast intensity of life
you discover your true composure and strife
You become your sole comfort and god,
That little universe you create and explore,
And you perfom a lone character as a sailor,
Ideas haunt you and they become dangerous,
And everyday you awake more verocious,
Usually the same predicament sorrounds you,
Ammounting truth and shame around you,
A calmination of endless torture,
The elimination of savere dis-trust and stature,
A deadly roulette of viscous relentless famine ,
Same as the serengeti in summers's day line,
My throat rots and the stench is corrosive,
As the horizon fades and reality becomes evasive.
The crust of the earth yearns for healing sessions,
And my wores relent of a peacefull rudiment of life's lesson.
By Maree Long.
Wednesday, 23. September 2009, 06:15:50
nature, pain, love, maree long
...
In Bloom
In bloom the delicate flower shows her face
at the height of springs tender morn
young the plant that shoots from tender earthy soil
that follows the sun all her days
looking for the one to nuture her
to be with her as she grows from season to season
such is the language of love that flowers speak of
so what message is sent by the Iris blue hue
what speaks of friendship but the yellow rose
and such the loyalty of the ivy vine that entwines
love and lovers, in the secret of the garden of the heart
antiquity dates the symbolic high souled aspirations
of the scarlet lily, so is morning glory's love in vain?
Can the Amaranth promise immortal love?
for are we not all consumed by the Mallow of loves call?
do we all not seek the suns face?
and the white Poppy bows with all humility beneath
a gentle breeze silent with reverence
the wistfullness declaring all virtue and purity
many are the faces of a young maiden
that longs for the strength and protection
that love so often speaks of hasitly
willing to be taken from the earthy ground
and for a moment find themselves captivated
by sweet promises, by empty words that nuture not
realising that their moment of splendour may now
whither and die never to return to spring again
never to prosper in the gardens heart...
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2009
With the last number of pieces you guys have shared of love and pain I was inspired to write this one today hope you like it....
By Maree Long.
Wednesday, 23. September 2009, 05:22:37
CASCADING MEMORIES
distant memories down the waterfall cascade
in succession one by one they spill
many dashing upon the rocks below
and fragmenting into a million pieces
diffusing themselves amidst the waters flow
making their way to the steep descent along
the waters of the rivers heart as
wishful visions continue to pour out
from a past long ago the waterfall dreams
must be let go to allow the tranquill and serene
this fount of blessing of both pain and joy
splashes and falls to the earth below
river that it is, that gives life that continually changes
memories that are that neither choose to give pain nor joy
such are cascading memories that wash about the shores
of the mind filling the body with emotions of not our choosing
but is that really true? whilst memories are what they are
whilst some flood and fill our mind and senses, whilst others
flow along and trickle into our sentinent being
that was once at rest and peace with the present
it is this present that allows us to stay afloat of what
is recalled to the mind and we have become stronger swimmers
when tides of thoughts pour through our eyes of pain or joy
we and we alone all the memories to cascade
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long
By Christy.
Monday, 7. September 2009, 02:34:55
desire, love
Seeing you looking my way.
Wishing, hoping for that special day.
A day where we will become as one.
Where the wall we built will come undone.
Not understanding why you desire me so.
Only feeling that I want to know.
Why I want your touch more now than ever before.
Maybe someday we will come together and unlock
that door.
Door of passion and intrique.
Something I hope we will finally see.
A dream so real and alive.
A passion too fierce, too powerful to die.
(c) 2009 CMN
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