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[Introduction]
  Welcome to the Neverending Poem Campfire. alfred booth, wanbli ska  birthed many of the ideas for this campfire. There are only a few guidelines. I hope everyone will be able to get their creative juices flowing and we will enjoy this combined effort. Each contribution must be poetical in nature. The form or the type of poetry used is left entirely up to the person who is submitting. Each contribution for the third round please use the final line of the poem before you to start your poem. Each contribution must not exceed 20 lines. Each contribution must be made within 2 days or the contributor will be automatically skipped.  Please don't be upset  if you are skipped, you will still be able to contribute on the next round.This will ensure the campfire movesquickly. Many campfires fizzle out because they don't keep moving. We want this one to last as long as people are interested in this idea. Feel free to skip yourself if you realize your time doesn't permit you to contribute for the particular round. Please don't forget to read each other's entries!  Don't forget to close off your WritingML tags at the end of your poem, otherwise they will continue on. If you have any ideas to add to the campfire- please, send them our way! The campfire is presently full, you can email a request to be put on the waiting list.There was a bit of a muddle with the poems starting with either the fifth line or the final line of the preceding poem. larryp wrote a poem which highlighted this dilemma: Fifth-line Adjustment The poets envisioned a poem, never-ending, eternal, blazing through the the heavenlies, ricocheting off cirrus clouds, echoing past the Milky Way, zig-zagging through the cosmos, carried in the shiny silver capsule of a child's rocket. The poem sputtered in Orion, when the last line misfired and the missile careened off-course, swirling and twirling, spinning like a top into the unknown regions of Dartheon. The boy scientist, builder of rockets, from the top bunk launchpad, checked the instruments, adjusted the fifth line, and returned the stealth spacecraft to course while the dog slept, the kitten purred, and his brother glided back-and-forth in the baby swing. And the tiny rocket carried the poem, unharmed, through the scary slashing stars of Dartheon. |
 alfred booth, wanbli ska  Here goes! I thought about writing the poem backwards with a last line easy to use as an opening line. Then I threw out that idea. Sorry!!!a hundred million stars no longer shine the night becomes more desperate than the oblivion of a burned heart a primitive nuptial promise, uniting children a lifetime ago in faraway lands – today I have met love in the soft eyes of a foreigner to exotic traditions how my heart leaps towards freedom in your arms how tender love has blossomed from friendship for I dared to show you more than my eyes together we have no poetry for goodbyes after the simple beauty of your courtship our dreams unite us with beguiling charms for in this world I am not made for submission I cannot wed pagan ways ignoring verses of love I cannot become as barren as a rocky mountain alas from your love I must flee, weeping, I depart like a shooting star granting no wishes, I plummet towards the empty despair of a stranger’s shrine said twenty years ago [2008.20.2…b] Bella Bunny Alfred’s last line took me in this direction. I am sorry that my last line will also be a difficult beginning for the next poem. Good luck! Towards the empty despair of a stranger’s shrine The captive bride goes to her doom. Forcibly taken from hearth and home She goes to meet her unknown groom. Barbarian warriors invaded her land, Raped and plundered to claim their due. Death and destruction their only plan, But to what end, she can’t construe. Though only fourteen, she’s a woman full-grown, Rounded body and face so fair. A worthy prize for the heathen king Her only thoughts are of despair. She’s scented with oils and then stripped to the waist. A pagan priest performs the rite. The bridegroom leers as she shakes with fear, Dreading what will happen this night. A long, tortured night, but the dawn finally comes. Asking forgiveness for her deed A hidden knife slits his throat, then hers She prays for mercy as they bleed. 20 lines rhyme: abcb rhythm: 11-8-9-8 kansaspoet Her Tender Touch She prays for mercy as they bleed in a maze of mangled mortals. Anguished moans, muffled by morphine, are emptied in the final breaths of men, soldiers of fraternal suffering in this den of death. She prays for mercy as they bleed to intercede for not-so-brave, frightened boys she cannot save or protect and weeps tears none can see. She creeps graciously among them to calm fears with her tender touch. ~~8 syllables per line internal rhyming and alliteration Special Kay To calm fears with her tender touch And ease an ache with gentle words To press against his troubled brow The warm forgiveness of her lips To rend the fabric of her life Into lengths of bleached bandages binding the wounds, that gape and bleed Against the salty sting of tears To feel the sweet breath of his promise Like a summer wind on hot, damp cheeks Blowing down from the thunderhead Hinting relief as the storm builds And rages on the horizon To sing for joy at plopping rain While choking on the wind born dust is not enough . . . Just as the parched earth cries for more She sighs wistfully in his arms Carolina Blue She sighs wistfully in his arms while the film of her life unspools in the cool dark cinema within her head. Two score eight, the petals of the flower of her youth lie shriveled, scattered, chasing each other across the tiled patio, cold northwest wind calling the tune for the dance with its moans. What might have been, she muses, if she could rewrite the past with someone else? Would the pages of her life be inscribed in dazzling inks and scintillating words if penned with the hand of another, or would they remain in the tidy, tight monochrome they had composed together? She’ll never know. P. A. Matthews/E. A. Irwin She’ll never know when her mind splintered, nor understand why gazing across uneven green brought peaceful torment. Slabs erected, monuments in silent servitude beckoned her forward until her footing teetered along with her thoughts. Some say it was insanity as she lifted the dust of man and mixed it with tears she’d shed and saved in a bottle of remembrance. Others were appalled when she applied the mud to mask her grief-stricken face as she lay across his grave and sank her hands through softened earth hoping to touch eternity. Aurelio2005 AurelioHoping to touch eternity, I am free, falling, years speeding by like the gray scenes in the window of a moving train. I am free, falling through centuries of pain and terror, hoping to touch eternity, I dream in this moment of suspension, and it vanishes like morning dew. I stare into a fire licking flames burning since the birth of eternity, and when I hold my hand near, my scream is reduced to mere tragedy I can neither see nor feel, I speed to this moment in suspension, alone clutching at my own mortality, peace coming forward to meet me, like a friend. Sarah Peace coming forward to meet me, like a friend I cannot remember when I last thought of Peace At the welcome approach a silence does descend On the battlefield the sounds of death decrease A veil settles over the wounded and the dead. “Where have you been?” I ask our tranquil comrade “While we’ve been at play in the fields of the Lord?” The answer is chilling: “The Lord is betrayed, By you and your army, its guns and the sword, This game is war, and this is bloodshed.” I am alone, the spectre of death around me Peace is my companion, but at a terrible cost The wounded and the dead, the fields are bloody What value those lives that have forever been lost? During the time we played in the fields of the Lord… Stan Stanley During the time we played in the fields of the lord, the others scattered into every nook and cranny, looking for new areas to be explored. Their finding places only locals knew was uncanny. Each overflowing with nuggets of unknown treasures, tiny bistros brimming with epicurean delights, sidewalk stalls overflowing in eclectic pleasures; senses reeling from smell sounds and sights, sunset walks on pristine beaches, breathtaking views from rugged gorges, canyons resonating in delighted echoed screeches; when retold everything ending with gorgeous. all too soon back home we had to wend, taking only memories in our minds, and all the postcards forgotten to send, cameras filled with digital proof of our finds. jaya h Building memories Cameras filled with digital proof of our finds, the scenery there would stay in our minds. Our minds don’t let anything ever slip out, memories cross generations, have no doubt. To live in now is a hard choice to stick with, even if it’s benefits are happiness and wealth. Each day brings in the new moment to be in, living in the past is an old habit ruined within! written on 3/2/08 Jaya H. Gothic Angel gone Living in the past is an old habit ruined within Obsessive jaded thoughts that fester under your skin Arsenic kisses of long ago still dancing upon your lips A cruel memory that strokes your soul with its finger tips His eyes so intense, reflect back at you through eyes of strangers An irrational and stubborn mind blinded to a future full of changes Wisps of love and passion rekindled through a solitary thought A romance that you once thought was meaningless has you caught Suffocating in words of the past once voiced and spoken A wrong decision that has left you with a heart that is now broken Haunted by the face of a man you once thought was not worth keeping Eyes glistening with never ending tears that you shall never stop weeping. Stacy Bringing in the New Year Lover's Denial Eyes glistening with never ending tears that you shall never stop weeping. Hoping, praying for the day we instill actions instead of speaking True lover's passionate embrace, or was all of it just a farce? The roses, dances and romance have now become suddenly sparse. I've gazed into those bright blue eyes, a million times it would seem. I've seen the other side of us and it wasn't in my darkest dreams. Touch me once again my love, but this time with a tender caress. Whisper the words that send me a float; the ones you now suppress. I still see traces of yesterday's passion, deep within those blue eyes. Our love has conquered so many obstacles, why must it now subside? You say you love me more, than the very first time you saw my face. You told me our love grew stronger, with each mesmerizing embrace. But I see a stranger among us who dwells within the corners of my mind. I've searched this exhausted vessel and my lover I can no longer find. Weren't we once invincible, or was this just an ideal I wanted to believe? So here I sit recounting endless memories, as I sadly watch you leave. Char So here I sit--- Recounting endless memories, as I sadly watch you leave. It’s odd how they flow to me in fits Between these dreadful bouts of tears. The door closes with finality; No au dui, no kiss, or wish for a better tomorrow. That final click sends one more knife Churning in the pit of my belly. I wrote those words last November; That start to my coldest, barren winter, Where my body did nothing but tremble: A dried-up husk, which knew life would never return. But today the air feels warmer. Tiny buds emerging on the neighbor’s cherry tree Give a hint of sap flowing upwards--- Warming my toes. Perhaps there is life after death. Rose:Back in School Perhaps there is life after death, A better place for us to go. Perhaps we will all meet again Where those blessed waters flow. The Lamb has promised paradise To those who follow His way A place where all questions are answered Where misery and pain may not stay.. He will come again to lead us To this treasured place Of peace, hope and boundless love Where we may gaze upon our dear Lord's Face. Perhaps there is life after death. I have faith that it is true. So as you're tried and tested Shoulder your burdens with grace Give Him your thanks and praise. So that we may meet in the true promised land And gaze upon His glorious face! Rebecca -2nd year NaNo And gaze upon his glorious face, I shall with humble adoration in this time of new beginnings, of reread revelation. And weak I shall be at the knee, and kneel before descending stairs. The arrival of God is sounded by the trumpet's musical blare. And shout out in long awaited joy, I will when He has final rule. A thousand years of justice served after fallen angels duel. Ascetic of Words After fallen angels duel, The world goes on. After desperate battle, Time flows again. After the last blow is struck, Whoever won, After the winner has wept, The world moves in. After memory has passed, Now myth to tell. After victor has risen, And passed away. After the pain is faded, And all is well, While the world moves on with life, The fallen stay. Kåre Enga en Costa Rica The fallen stay while the world moves on with laughter. These flaccid stalks stood tall last summer. Autumn’s frost and snow of winter softened pith and bent them; withered now, the cattails bow to rushing streams of snowmelt and the flood of Spring. The fallen stay while world moves on with laughter. Bleached by wind, benign neglect, silk flowers fade as sun returns and crocus blooms along stone paths define the thaw till old men plant geraniums each May in memory. The fallen stay while the world moves on with laughter. Family and friends I helped once bid me well and then good riddance when the magic spell was broken and I had nothing then to offer them save syllables and sounds; they never call. The fallen stay while the world moves on with laughter. You bless your wife with sun and moon; your sons twirl round with laughter. Yet while your world moves on and I rot here, where crocus blooms and cattails bend, my words will echo ever after. G-Simple My words will echo ever after.. Within the midst of men it dwells... Within the midst of women it flourishes eternally Here it is, the birth of a new pearl All witnessed her beauty Her bright like no other - made the rainbow to bow The stars hid in the darkness - as she glides majestically amongst the nights Her light shone like no other... As she patiently descends upon the throne of Life She becomes the new earth and the new heavens Within her lied every color of the universe Her voice like the ocean's breeze softens hardened hearts Her words came to Life as it echoed Freedom - Freedom Behind doors of men - she knocked be Free All shivered when her presence was felt Fear gripped many - as she reversed the glass of infinity Old pearl flee - his presence rapidly began to wither away Running with him was his light and his darkness He shrivelled in his desperation and confusion. jaya h All witnessed her beauty couldn’t take their eyes off her splendor and distract. The attraction was fatal; never thought it existed, but the pretty face allured. That ‘don’t touch me’ look good for the catalog book, real beauty within a nook! Not visible, but real vivid, like it’s found in a tiny kid, it’s face as a mirror of a kind. Jaya H. Rose:Back in School **Uses last line from G-Simple  's poemHe shriveled in his desperation and confusion. like an autumn leaf bereft of water and connection with the tree He flew off, happy to be lead by the will of the wind. Happy to be without duties, he floated And whirled about, careening against wall and mountain Unaware of the destruction to himself he was pleased. Mariah had grown tired and was heading off for bed With that, he dropped to the ground and wept. She peered at him from the solace of their bed and smiled. He lay in a puddle on the floor, battered and weary from his journey Her smile comforted him. He got up and headed off to join her. He was ready to be a partner again! Stacy Bringing in the New Year  The Answers No He was ready to be a partner again, even though I know of all his sins. A changed man he proclaims to be, I don't believe it; he's all about "me". Presents and surprises fill our days, from an unstable man, set in his ways. Has he truly changed, or is this a facade? Proclaiming to be reborn; he found God. I'm not looking for money, nor any gifts. Tired of the "maybes' and the "what ifs?" Too much has happened for me to believe, that a man so selfish is able to grieve. Partners we once were, a life-time ago. Why I stayed so long, I'll never know. To begin this abusive path once again, will shatter my dignity if I let you in. Partners we're not; I won't start again. Your precense denied to inhabit my domain. I wish you the best that this sould can give. I have to end this chapter so I can finally live. Adam H Stevenson [Adam H Stevenson]I have to end this chapter so I can finally live. I can't keep thinking about what I did. Life too short to keep secrets hid. So I've written them all down for the world to see. So I can get some sleep, maybe. And dream of smoke rings and trees. Of all things my life could be. Coming back to life won't be easy. Family and friends might still betray me. When they see me in the new light. So I've made them read as I turned the light off. And they've read what I'm capable of. So they can forgive me and help me move on. I don't want to be blind anymore. Ascetic of Words I don't want to be blind anymore Unable to see just what I do But the anger's stronger than before I don't want to go on hating you Holding my grudge until it's my all But you still don't seem to have a clue I don't want to wish for you to fall Desperate for you to feel more pain But I can't forgive, it's not my call I don't want to hurt myself in vain I know that you are better than this But I won't stop if I go insane I don't want to wonder what I'll miss I just need a plain explanation But you won't say why you stole my kiss I embrace this blindness until then. Aurelio2005 Holding my grudge until it's my all, my all, all my hate wells like boiling magma, my wrists braced in steel, my tears roll freely over tattoos proclaiming my loyalty, your promises broken by betrayal. Because you are dead, I am alive. I told you that would happen if you could not be trusted. I feel the rattle of chains as I kneel, neither of us escape prayers unsaid. Can you see me through your mask of dirt? I want you to look at me one more time, so I can see your eyes surprised when I pulled out your life with a knife covered by your sins. -- Aurelio P. A. Matthews/E. A. Irwin Your promises . . . broken by betrayal, spoken shards of shattered trust impale my innocence left alone in despair, my carved and bleeding heart no longer held securely within your loving embrace. Amid the maddened murmurings, the whispering world watches, their vicious vibrations mix with your vindictiveness, crumbling the pedestal upon which you placed me. Unable to gather my fragmented feelings, I am decimated—your destruction complete, I rent my clothing in grief and stand before the multitude naked and revealed. Through this my love remains pure and untainted, my annihilation casting me into a remodeled role— Fallen Woman. Char Char  Securely within your loving embrace I melt into thousands of salty tears Each drop – cathartic in its descent. Securely you hold me against you To face old truths I could never face Alone—when silence was locked in fears. Securely I am rocked like a babe in arms Until sobs turn to sighs and tears relent In time—to dry with only a trace. Just tiny trails of tear dust linger Now brushed away by a gentle hand. Bella Bunny (... using the 5th line from Char's poem, I started thinking about my high school reunion ...) To face old truths I could never face, To wander hallways from my past, To feel, once again, so out of place, It seems the years have flown so fast. Remembering every face and name Twenty-five years, from then ‘til now Older and wiser, yet still the same It all comes rushing back somehow. The bully, the jock, the science nerd - Once enemies, now each a friend. Who could have guessed – it’s just too absurd And more than I can comprehend. Forgotten fears and remembered joys From passing grades to teen-aged dreams Whispers in class and pep rally noise Each day was full of such extremes. But, we’ve grown up and those days are gone, Memories echo in my mind. Although each of us has now moved on, A part of us is left behind. rhythm: 9-8-9-8 rhyme: abab G-Simple Remembering every face and name Every face told a story Every name told an event From the days of youth to adulthood She lingered at the corner of my memories Love - I called her; Love - she replied This needn't be memories anymore, I thought Something so beautiful like Love - shouldn't be a memory and so... I lived her at every step I took - hoping she did the same Velvet was her smoothness Another touch of her beauty - and I forever wanted to live within her Compassionate moments we shared forever The moon and stars became our only witness Within their realm they took us - as we flew high and high... Enjoying being in the laid back comfort of our warm cuddle She held me so tight and promised never to let go I held her so tight, never to let her go - ever...but... like a poof, she became no more and disappeared I thought she was here, but how? Why? I pondered. Thoughts turned into paranoia I then had to live with Nevertheless...an occasional reminder of her smile made me smile too and.. It All made me whole kansaspoet The Crosswalk She lingered at the corner. Of my memories, this one revisits most often. Her auburn hair swirling, with one final backward glance, she disappeared into the crowd. In the plague of my silence, I watched and did nothing. Of my memories, this one revisits most often. The flashing numbers on the crosswalk sign counted down the seconds, but in the plague of my silence, I watched and did nothing. Carolina Blue And with one final backward glance, I stare along the twisted road that’s brought me to this time and place and stoop to rest my heavy load. I see upon that distant plain just where I took the fateful turn from linear true certainty; so many lessons failed to learn. Meandering through rocky gorge, distracted by sweet perfumed haze my feet rest now on sparse plateau so far below my lofty gaze. The evening rapidly draws near. “So far to go,” my spirit screams. Can I escape this lonely post upon the trail of broken dreams? a life’s lament NC Penman 2008.027 Kåre Enga en Costa Rica I see upon that distant plain wheat-green: Nebraskans hard at work, white minarets, Maureen. False Spring begins in March. Frogs croak to cardinal calls, the fields plowed and tilled for corn and beans. Red wings now soar above the rain soaked gleam on growing sorghum stalks, on past May kings, bee queens. In tune with harvest cheer from ivory minarets that sail these distant plains I hear: Maureen. "Maureen" Kåre Enga [165.14a] alfred booth, wanbli ska So, Kåre, my fine feathered friend, left the portrait to be finished. No choice between the fifth and the last line. I couldn't eliminate the 21st line - sorry. And there didn't seem to be any other solution than to duplicate his title...)Maureen she waits languidly on the top stair a delicate smile for the final clicks of the paparazzi a golden cigarette holder between her slim fingers nails painted red, redder than blood her black chiffon gown flowing in the gentle evening breeze the air perfumed by the lilac of her eyes it was thus that I remembered her, she was illumination that evening before she was caught in the maelstrom yet some glimpsed the sadness under her flowing eyelashes others heard less melody in her voice as she signed the last autographs, her ivory hand slightly trembling later the beautiful people would whisper secrets invented fantasies about lavish parties and unpardonable betrayal — impossible loves — but all spoke carefully of her mysterious death bathed a sense of thespian dread nails painted red, redder than the blood overflowing from her broken heart, caught by the final clicks of the paparazzi while she waited at the top of the ultimate staircase Maureen… Maureen [2008.4.4…a] N-E N° 31 Gothic Angel gone Using the fifth line of the previous Poem.... Nails painted red, redder than blood Attached to hands that are withering from age, Dull green eyes telling a story of pain and regret Lines of age creeping across a beautiful face Scars of sorrow, self inflicted upon her skin Identical to the ones carved upon her heart, Voluptuous lips that once smiled, now twisted Into a smirk used to masquerade her fragile state. All adore her, yet she stands alone A diamond watch reminding her of, Time lost that can never be restored A ticking she has heard for many years. A leather cheque book with no limit A temporary therapy for her regret, But yearning for something more Something that money cannot buy. A glance in the mirror reveals A haunting reflection of a life, That has been wasted in vain The ticking of her watch, her only company. Stan Stanley (5th line, would have also loved to have gone with the last one; but the fifth seemed more of a challenge)Scars of sorrow, self inflicted upon her skin, In moments of despair wrought in hours of anguish Tween flights of fantasy hidden the point where to begin While truth was left buried deep to languish; The world carried on by with little or no pity, A world where love and hate are so close to be kin, Oscillating rapidly from all which is ugly to being pretty All awhile passions flaring and doused built up within; Oft with nowhere to go it escaped in a wistful sigh, Sometimes covered by thin veneered smile, Other times she fantasized on different ways to say goodbye. Elaborate plans hastily dismissed as not her style. Standing on the edge of a dream eternity calling, With a toss of her head she flirted with death, How close before she would start falling; when to stop before reaching her final breath. Scars of sorrow, self inflicted upon her skin, Inviting tantalizing teasing taunting torments Promising a world where the line is razor thin, Where life and death are measured in moments. Sarah Not an easy line, Stan but oh so appropriate in view of the crisis currently faced by my homeland!The world carried on by with little or no pity, Blind to his actions, ignorant of the crimes He says he ordered in a moment of insanity. A miserable old man, he’s lonely and afraid, And he sees them in the shadows, watching him Their silence confirmation of a people betrayed. The ghosts grow impatient, the living are in fear As he tightens his grip and increases his power The weight of past sins grows ever more severe. As his rule tightens and hardship fills the land, A nation is forgotten – it seems nobody cares How long must we wait to see the end of this man? Rebecca -2nd year NaNo How long must we wait to see the end of this man, whose ferocity tames a nation? All stone where he walks turns to dust, and all life, a horrific conflagration. In what time will we see justice given, to he who lives life unforgiving? All past a present dishonors will be punishable by no longer living. He is unmerciful and a tyrant at heart with his sword and a shield of thorns. Adding pain to lives unbroken, all life crumbles beneath his scorn. Such a honorable man there once was upon that throne of kings. Now, all there is, is a a cruel tempered swine who thinks nothing of what his wrath brings. My own house has fallen to shame as betrayal is no longer a cause to be dead. I was sold out by my youngest of sons for a few coins and maybe some bread. What life do we live under treachery when savage beasts and people meet? Corruption has spread from this leader, and to the people that live in the streets. How long must we wait to see the end of this man, or will that time be too late? I fear that the damage has been done; this fire of madness none can sedate. DL Bach JusticeIn what time will we see justice from an ogre's brutal hand ruling, dictating from a house of white infecting the world with thoughts ~ thoughts and ways not their own. What day will relief fully come to those who are truly oppressed. In what time will I see justice for a heart bleeding and in pain stripped down little by little chiseled away by the worlds cruelty. Suffering seen bloody on a screen pain felt through the heart of a friend When is it all to end ~ when will we see peace? April 14, 2008 ~GG Thoughts and ways not their own Stole each spirit to the wind; One by one sweet innocence Became a tool for evil's greed. Where laughter used to live Silent cries haunt empty shells; Robotic smiles become masks On these children of yesterday. If hearts would bloom again They might see how hope still lives; Beyond scars of wounded souls There is pure beauty to be found. For each life is worthy To feel love and happiness; Fight to silence darkness known— Light will appear to those who seek. Startiara Where laughter used to live now sadness reigns sitting alone on the throne of life's many pains Where sorrow used to live now joy reigns pushing aside sadness erasing life's many pains Where hurt used to live now healing reigns gentle oil seeping into hearts soothing life's many pains Where death used to live now Life reigns Christ the Victor rises dispelling life's many pains jaya h Dispelling life’s many pains turning a new leaf with a hope Night ends as the Sun shines giving the strength to cope. Just like a spring in a bloom After a harsh frigid winter, Snatches away the gloom And let vibrant joy to enter. Mother Nature makes a note that nothing lasts for ever; goal achievers need not gloat a change is constant all over. Written on 4/19/08 Jaya H. P. A. Matthews/E. A. Irwin Over all, constant is change, a staid existence turned from static sameness to chaotic circumstance, a cosmos of preconceived ideas shattered when true understanding occurs and the polarity of science and faith merge, revealing eternal insight of the universe held safely within the hands of God. Aurelio2005 Within the hands of God, my heart trembles like a bird caught in hand, in his hands the salvation of the innocent, the penitent thoughts of the condemned, in the dying squalling fears soothed by a touch, a promise. In his hands the beat of a heart of a newborn child, or in the lift of my spirit, in his hands the rain sprinkled like the kisses of a thousand angels, love freely given without conditions. -- Aurelio ~GG Love freely given without conditions— Not a simple task in society's complexity Where seeds of selfishness rapidly bloom Into darkened hearts with "me" personalities. Time wastes away as lives lose focus Of true importance within one's soul. Love's wealth is traded for egotistical gain While relationships crumble among hurt's dust. Unsatisfied cycles continue domination, Leaving destruction where peace once resided. The unforgiving lie broken in remnants of memories As bars of bitterness hold yesterday's hope hostage. But oh, how sweet Earth would flourish eternally If hearts of others ruled mindsets' priorities; Where we gave without expectations and loved just because In a world filled with the reality of kindness. Sarah Inspired by a photograph, but I think I've ended with hope... In a world filled with the reality of kindness He finds himself alone and afraid. A random victim of senseless violence, He wanted change, others feel betrayed. Protected by darkness they came at night A despot’s familiars, they’re full of revenge. His mark was wrong, the sentence their right He crossed their master who they will avenge. When they are finished his body is broken, His skin is torn his flesh bruised and raw. At daylight he walks and the road is so long The sun burns his wounds, each footstep is pain He can see peace and he’s trying to be strong, For in this broken land the king is inhumane. He reaches kindness at the end of the road They’ve cleaned his wounds and treated his pain Such comfort after pain causes tears to flow His faith in mankind is restored once again. Char His faith in mankind is restored once again. But dreams fade away as real life comes with morning. His job is gone ~ laid off with the others Day care denied ~ not enough below poverty Two kids with no insurance ~ please don't get sick Her job across town ~ gas costs so much Alternate schedules ~ when could he work? So now in despair, he asks, "go to Iraq? At least I'd get paid and my kids could survive." So helpless, my tears will soon fill the rivers. alfred booth, wanbli ska alfred booth, wanbli ska so helpless, my tears will soon fill the rivers my words have dried in the dust of verses burning in anger the summer winds will melt the eternal glaciers of memory the seas will rise in upheaval, scattering mankind to places where its nourishment can no longer be found while the lakes run dry, assassinating the poor who suckle on the remains of the infertile earth the faithless have learned only to exaggerate their gods in wars of impious eccentricities I too have lost the path towards enlightenment powerless, I look down on this land of free choice where fraternity has forgotten liberty I can no longer condone the survival of the fittest the wisdom learned by a select few has brought the apocalyptic maelstrom that miracles can no longer contain tearless my angels acclaim death lost in the ashes of the aftermath of human hearts torn from the soul of life itself the aftermath of human hearts [2008.1.5...a] NeverEnding N° 47 kansaspoet larrypThe Longing Of human hearts torn from the soul of life itself... Of a book long forgot left on a dusty shelf... Isolated and numb, abandoned and shut out, man's wandering spirit and truths of the book shout. Yet words merely plummet, unheard and unheeded, pleading it seems in vain. They are scattered, seeded like a high-yielding grain, that sprouts life eternal into a heart that hears. But we sigh and twattle, closing our eyes and ears to a book long forgot. But they don't grow weary - words spoken and written, passed down through history, carried in hearts of men, from a book long forgot. For human hearts torn from the soul of life itself long for the words that come, freed of the dusty shelf, from this book long forgot. Carolina Blue From this book long forgot inscribed with ancient quills, predictions of our future lot consequence of worldly ills. Seven lamps of fire burning before the throne issue warnings from the pyre chilling mankind to the bone. The kings of the earth and the rich men, every man bound and every man free shall hide in his wretched den. The day of wrath is here: where can we flee? The fiery mountains tumble they fall into the ocean Towers and palaces crumble the end of days set into motion. The nations are angry and the wrath is come, in fear and terror men are struck dumb. In shock and awe men will go numb at last, to death all will succumb. Revelation ©2008, Kenneth M. Rhodes 2008.039 Adam H Stevenson To River from the one Seven lamps of fire Burning with rage and desire Desire to be with the one I love And rage because It's never safe for us. Maybe one day We'll fly away Find a place thats safe to stay Until they forget that your theirs. You can be whole in my arms like you are in my head. It'll be alright little one someday you'll see that our love will be like the birds completely free. In the mean time however I'm sure you'll agree It's time to stop talking and let you lie with me Ascetic of Words and let you lie with me I want to be untrue though cheating it will be my sense is trapped by you pique curiosity you lead me from virtue so you can be my guide I want to know you burn to go with me and hide I want to know you yearn and come back to my side I want to see you turn I can't flee through the door no matter how I try across the polished floor the truth is walking by a reason, nothing more the comfort isn't why ring hidden by my glove yet still I move to lay a danger lurks above for though I wish to stay not even for my love I've never felt this way I, For You Special Kay I, for you have steeped my heart in honeyed brew to cut the bitterness. If I only knew you despised the sweet affectedness, and longed for something tart. Gothic Angel gone Using the 5th line and adding on, using a different rhyme scheme. If I only knew then, what I know now, My pain could have been spared My life would be shared, Now I sit here alone with memories. If I only knew then, what I know now, Little things would have mattered My heart wouldn't be shattered, So I sit here alone drowning in regret. If I only knew then, what I know now, Promises would have been kept Attention paid when you wept, Now all I have left of you is a picture. If I only knew then, what I know now, I would never have driven After the drinks I was given, Now all I have left are nightmares. If I only knew then, what I know now, I would not have gone to the bar Nor put your in the car, Now I am a mother without a child. G-Simple If I only knew then what I know now Things wouldn't have turned out this way Within the simplicity of life Only was the requirement of honesty But the clothe of pretense overwhelmed me And so I walked by with existence If I only knew then, what I know now Things wouldn't have turned out this way Life would've simply meant Life Because the structured complexities of the world... broke me down - and my body weary Whenever I tried harder to reach for the top If I only knew then what I know now Regret would've meant not a word Rebecca -2nd year NaNo "Regret would've meant--" "Not a word." he interjects. "No!" She shouts with her heart's passion. "It would have meant that guilt affects." "Affects what? I say! You are always a-worry." She retorts: "So what if I do? You have doubts that you can't hurry." He sighs and then laughs, "I have got nothing to fear." He's so ignorant; valiant Does he think that he's in the clear? "Can't you stop and think that you need to show remorse? What you did was horrible; it was a sin of hate and force." He is uneasy, and doubt flickers in his eyes. She stands tall and proud; confident. "You know you can't keep up these lies." He sits and then says "My heart used to be so cold. How can I start to show regret when through life I was never told?" She sits next to him, puts a hand on his shoulder. "It starts with sorrow and grief. And then rolling the great boulder." "It's then they will see how you have tried to do well. With a lot hope and some luck they'll forgive you and hearts will swell." -Title: Remorse- DL Bach True To You they'll forgive you hearts will swell when the depth and worth of you, at last, you see. for until then you sing for naught. realize you are true believe you are real see doors open wide faces will glow see your heart fresh and pure then will they see the gem that you are. May 14, 2008 Stan Stanley The gem that you are;Oft leaves me in awe’ For we not only found each other, But the fact you accepted me, With all my faults and baggage; You see in me something I can’t see, You inspire me, To be all I can be; To reach into my very depths To find the best in me to give If I could live to be a hundred, It would still be to short a time To show you what you mean to me; If I could choose any moment in time, And it could last forever; It would be the moment you came into my life; The moment you smiled a smile, Which spread its warmth from your heart to mine; The smile that changed my life Startiara The End! © Copyright 2008 alfred booth, wanbli ska, Bella Bunny, kansaspoet, Special Kay, Carolina Blue, P. A. Matthews/E. A. Irwin, Aurelio2005, Sarah, Stan Stanley, jaya h, Gothic Angel gone, Stacy Bringing in the New Year, Char, Rose:Back in School, Rebecca -2nd year NaNo, Ascetic of Words, Kåre Enga en Costa Rica, G-Simple, Adam H Stevenson, DL Bach, ~GG, Startiara, (known as GROUP). All rights reserved. GROUP has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |
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