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 |  Extinguished After 4 Great Years and 121 entries of Writing Poetry! |
| [Introduction]
The premise of this campfire s simple. In it you write a poem using a word given to you by the person writing before you. It can be a short haiku or a longer poem, rhyming or not whatever you want, just make it poetic. If your poem isn't in after 48 hours, change that to a week, I'll skip so don't get your feelings hurt. This will move at least once a month, I promise. Unless I forget, then you can feel free to nag me about it, but I'll do my best to remember. And if I can't think of anything in a week, I'll even skip myself. Thanks to The Milkman  for agreeing to be in it and for GENEROUSLY sharing his idea.Remember to not get your feelings hurt if and when you are skipped in this and everything will be fine and hopefully you will have fun! Thanks for being in it! Note: If you forget to give the next camper a word, I'll supply it or if I don't remember to do that - supply your own word! |
Swirling Dream Diminishing wind sweeps through the vast expance of my heart Echoing voice, love, but a memory too distant to touch Speaking words that confuse and blind in their profusion Beyond my reach, mind swirls in absolute delusion Conquering storm rages through the emptiness tonight Whispering song, love, but not within my grasp Flying away before bringing to a resolution Ethereal vision, broken dream, all too soon shattered illusion Your word is enchant |
| If all those pretty young charms Which I can see most everyday Were about to rub off on my shoulders and arms On my clothes I washed today You would still be cherished with my usual zeal My woman, my companion, my own But I'll withhold the emotions I feel and love you, but leave you alone It's not that you ENCHANT me less Or your smile uncommonly gay For yours is fascinating, I honestly confess It's one of many reasons why I love you that way your next word is ...Marriage |
| Marriage is for two people in love to join at the Altar and exchange vows in God's name. Respect each other as friends and enjoy Romantic times together, along with Intimate moments of ecstasy. Adore each other before you become Groom and bride; live as husband and wife for Evermore. Next word is compromise |
| We are stubborn, set in our ways, so friends say but we know how to fight fair and when to quit before tears come. You've taught me, you greedy beast, how to compromise, at long last, you, you timeless hag called "experience" finally gives and not just takes. Your word is "Ancient." |
I am trapped inside this ancient wreck of a body - old before my time, robbed of so much, feeling betrayed. My bones ache in firey pain, though to be honest my heart hurts more, yearning for simple things so many take for granted - running through a field dancing the night away living with abandon without fear ... I am trapped inside this ancient wreck - seeking peace and acceptance. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Your word is "imagination" |
| There's a voice in my mind, But who is it; Let me see; I hear it all the time, Always, it is with me. I hear it talking loudly, But never right to me; It seems to feel quite proudly, I have no control of thee. Fleeting whispers floating, On back burners of my brain; Threaten to boil over; The whispers turn to rain. Finally! It's before me, Whispering my name; And I'm allowed to finally see, But alas, it's not the same. This thing I thought was so true, Contagious Anticipation; I realize I did misconstrue, My own imagination. Your word is verdant |
| The rock sat in its grassy place As latent chill of night gave way To sunshine's warmth. The light of day Began conducting, in their grace, The shadows' dance, accompanied by The happy chants of birds on wing (As those who fly are wont to sing) And boughs where dew had yet to dry. So I surveyed the verdant stage (An audience, it seemed, of one) Until the blank and glowing page Of this new day had well begun. Your word is twilight |
| twilight dreams of you and times spent together as we sought-- reaching for those stars to call ours... |
| Ours This was our struggle. We fought against the waves of sorrow, that so often conquer. I sacrificed my pain, a burnt offering on the flame of my sincerity. One flame was not enough. You were not there. Today I reach out, to grasp your hand, for I know this is our struggle. But it is too much for your dwindling patience. You are tired of fighting. This battle is no longer Ours. Mystic |
Mystic The power of love, for centuries, a mystic for centuries more it'll remain unchanged. No man ever has been without the mysticism of love No woman will ever reveal she knows its secret. They say that only fools fall in love, can this be true, for every man couldn't have lost his mind to this emotion. Wouldn't fools also include the opposite of man; the woman, or is this only the surface or the mysterious feeling? The power of love, for centuries, a mystic may its secrets escape the cloud of the unknown. this man; a fool, has been entwined in the chains of love may the woman of my life show some of what she knows. The next word is "Emotion" |
| Now I feel so fine Cuz I'm love sick blind But it's up to you I promise I'll be true My emotion is high enough I'll be ready to call your bluff Won't be watching no Ricki Lake Or listing to a Garth Brooks Tape My heart won't stray It's my soul I pay Put your pride on the shelf I can't make it by myself I've fooled around for years In the bars at dockside piers I'll never hug another skank I recall that was fun You can send me off to a foreign land or shoot me with a gun. Your next word is "Whispering" |
| Your voice whispering loving words in my ear sends my mind elsewhere but here. Your whispering puts me in a state of mind that no other man can do. I'm happy you are mine - I love you. Your word is HOT |
Warm summer nights warmer mornings we shift through heat waves the shimmering walls before us. Longing for winter's kiss snow and cold escape from this swollen summer. Your word is Crimson |
We watched the sun go down behind the highest peak, arguing about what color the sky was - I said crimson, you said purplish-red and there was no way I could convince you that's what crimson was. So I kissed your wine stained lips that looked just like the sky and you said "You win." Your word is possibility |
| A newborn babys very first breath, He was born against the odds; This baby barely defied death, As joyous parents sobbed. His mother had always smoked, His dad had vices too; Together they selfishly toked, To keep from feeling blue. Their tiny baby, he was grey, His lungs not strong enough; But if he could, he then would say, I'm too young and this is tough. The minutes turned to hours, His health just would not do; He never seemed to flower, Still skin an ashen hue. "There is a possibility", The doctor came to say; "Death's in your son's vicinity, To save him, there's no way." "No, oh no, what have we done?" His parents loudly cried; To do this to our only son, We both deserve to die. Let this be a lesson heard, On why it's safe to say; You must be dafter than a bird, To do your child this way. Your word is Venerate |
Slowly twirling the leafy stem, the petal pinwheel spun as she watched, entranced; until the whirling circle turned a blur. Thus, she almost missed the spectacle as morning glories stretched their hands to venerate the light and life of a blank new day, but rose to greet her garden when the friendly rays warmed her spine, cajoling her out of her swoon. ********************************************* Your word is "celebrate" |
Celebrate  Tonight the stars outside breathe the cold air like a charm to ward off laughter. But we will not be chilled. Our breath makes fragile nets, ghostly white, in the darkness, catching us all in the exhilaration of the late hour, and voices creating a circle of brightness around the warm table of a coffeehouse, the scent of hazelnut lattes and chai tea smelling like friendship. But it is those familiar eyes smiling across at me that hold the celebration, the sparkle that makes the moonlight weave dreams in the shadows at our feet, walking home in the night. **************************** Your word is Opaque. |
| The meaning of this verse, Is hidden from my eyes, No matter how I thirst, I can't get the prize. I've tried it all ways, Up,down even inside out, I've read it and re-read it twice Until my mind it shouts. I almost had it beaten, At about half past three Due in part I fancy to an extra cup of tea Once more, As I sit, close to day of break only one question left, Why is meaning, so opaque The next word..... lesson |
| Each New day shines bright With a lesson to be learned Will it be taught well? Next word: Integrity |
| Wondering Why Piercing day to day existence Despite determined resistance Wounded to the depths, my ragged soul So lost without you, out of control Was it all just a moment's game? Nothing true, nothing quite the same In my dreams you rush to me once more No anger, desperately love adored Ocean scenery, change of plan Stubborn anger, hurried command Lighthouse beckons heart to try anon Don't tempt me with your traitorous song! Your word is Crescent |
| Dreams under a crescent moon adrift in time how could I be lonely beneath this quilt of stars Where beauty prevails In awe we hail the spender of his creation The next word is ~SPIRAL~ |
| To the depth of the sky so bright I gaze upon the spiral galaxy and find my precious star in flight. I wish I may, I wish I might, forever have the feeling of this beautiful night. Finger blindly to dictionary: fare-thee-well |
| "Fare-thee-well" the bugle called in taps and stately measure marched off alone one misty morn amid the bagpipes playing Amazing Grace to bid adieu among the lonesome falling remember him that died in grace lost among the fallen. (For 9/11) Your word is "Crystal." |
A Haiku Crystal blue ocean, ultimate source of all - you captivate my soul. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Your word is dance. |
| A hip hop beat a hard rock tune can move the feet and make one swoon. The slowest song the fastest pace with friends among the dance rat race. So move those hips and clap those hands and hurl your tips to those cool bands. The next word is: Yen |
I have a yen to see a show, kabuki would be nice. But since I'll need a yen and more, a movie will suffice. **************************************** Your word is almond |
| Almond cookies I can still remember the distinctive scent of baking cookies in the cluttered kitchen; the particular joy of laughing with you as you watched me, flour in my hair, breaking eggs into the bowl, pouring in milk, letting you sample the leftover almonds as they baked in the oven. There was warmth there, and there was sweetness. But it is a recipie that I have never been able to duplicate by myself. ********* Your word is: selfish |
| What do you mean, Telling me to stop. After all, I've only just started, And a girl just has to shop. It really was a bargin Honest it's true, And when, You see sense I know you'll think so too Selfish, What a thing to say And for that Here's the bill I'll make you pay The next word is intention |
| My reviews all have a good intention Most have been taken in that way There are some, however, I don't mention So I just throw them away One I just received Threw me for a loop I'll get my thoughts together And regroup Most writers accept critcism With a grain of salt I'm only trying to help It's not my fault Your next word: sympathize |
| Oh someone forgot to leave me a word for the poem...so forgive me if I improvise please. I shall take a word from the previous poem and use it. Word: Passions Buried deeply within my soul, Lies a secret that is centuries old. An ancient battle since days long ago, Of smoldering love and passions untold. A fight for lust and intimate desire, And of burning embers from love's fire. A war lost and won from mythical times on, In my lover's arms all my reservations are gone I'm carried away to a paradise of sin, And I drift along on the pleasures hiding within. Passions erupt and enflame my soul, Consuming me and taking me whole. The next word is courage |
Courage Shattered dreams... million pieces of the love you thought you knew so well. Broken promises... words that he never meant to keep, but you held onto. My love... is so much different for I'm nothing without you. My courage... I'll be your strength, I'll be the mighty protector. The Next word is Blueberry |
| What's inside a BLUEBERRY Pie? Could it be something unique and uncommonly new It would be so scary if you found a strawberry That was buried under a cherry or two! The next word is: ~HOSTESS~ |
Hostess Cupcake I'm up late as usual, writing the contest newsletter, I'll be dead-dog tired tomorrow, but, I'm an adult, I should know better. I think I'll treat myself, to something sweet and delicious. How about a Hostess Cupcake! She is soooo vicious! Ohhhh, the creamy filling inside, fulfills my muse's fantasy. The smile on my face I can't hide, just look at me, don't you see? I love my Hostess Cupcake, she made my sweet tooth happy, but, the second I dare not take, my ass will be begging for mercy! Next word: fancy |
| They stood on the shelf behind the glass with pretty mouths that spoke of sass but never actually said a word. The fancy dolls were valued for their lovely clothes and shiny hair, and so to keep them, greatest care was taken to keep dust away. Only taken from the display to be wiped clean, then put right back to be admired above the stack of mint condition postal cards. The playhouse stood in the backyard all full of battered, broken stuff; the dented pots and bent up spoons, rusted pans and old tea urns. That was where the old things went, and where the children loved to go as soon as they could leave the room where the fancy, silent dolls smiled saucily from the shelf. |
| solace ~~~~~~~~~ Solace Beckons as I Sigh, seeking to feel the Arms of this magical moonlit Night's grace... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ next word: Hope |
| Darkness Shrouds in murky dank fog, Vison like decision, Taken from my grasp. Voices shouting Their fear into my mind Each speaking it's own truth While lying through its teeth. Mind, Desends down in confusion, Almost believing the illusion, I wait. Then as if by chance I see, A still small light Burning in hope, Guiding me Next word:Essence |
The twinkle of soft spun silver gold Hung silently in the moon's silent light Bright and brilliant in tens of millions Planets called stars glowing in the essence of night Twinkle little star, twinkle little light Twinkle all night long, twinkle very bright Your word is: Pumpkin! |
Appomatox Autumn Burnished hues of red and golden spendor Color the winding path through the Blue Ridge Confederate battlefields remembered War's end at Appomatox surrender Battlefields alive with booming canons Behold victory's glorious garden Brother against brother, sorrow of man So many fallen we must understand Follow tradition, our pumpkin to light October's falling leaves find Virginia Soldiers' ghosts admonish through the long night Learn lessons, love each other, do what's right Or doomed to travel our road, die is cast Tears, grief and mourning, oh what was it for? Time hurries by, new century at last Condemned to repeat careless ways of the past The next word is Hurricane |
| The brightness of the vesper stars Oh in the western sky had lit But the darkened clouds of the HURRICANE Did indeed blanket over it! I grabbed her waist and held her hand and told her to be brave For I was her protector, and with me she would be saved! A thunderous wind shook my lady's maiden form Her eyes began to blink Her heart beat rose above a hundred times as she cried, "I think, I think, I think!" "Oh, what do you think?" I sighed, "Do you think the house will crack?" "Oh no!" she yelled, "I believe I see a big insect, crawling down your back." The next word shall be >>>>OBEDIENT |
Obedient I shall be To win my lover's heart my pride must be free The next word is Myriad |
A shell with sand, broken and frail, loosely gathers meaning belly up -- better to hold -- a cup to hold promises, pearly sheen to relax with the hint of the sea on the morning breeze. These things I tell you so you can remember or forget the myriad ribbons that bind meaning to our days. Your word is "illuminate." |
| ..::Illuminate::.. The sun illuminates the green curves, the rough bark and jagged edges of a tree, and this evening this setting sun illuminates all my edges whose roughness I cannot help but feel. Your word is:Stain |
Tears Stain The pages remain With me forever As I look back Keeping track Of moments,precious Spent in you Holding on to life As I held you In tender embrace. Moments, slipping away Yet 'cos I keep them, here they stay As time weather's the garden Where we once walked,entwined In each other A tree remains A tree of friendship. Your word is freedom |
| My back aches Longing forfreedom from pain I'm really hurting now My tears fall like rain Next word:holiday |
| Tis' the time to gather round With dear ones far and near. To laugh and cry, to eat too much And sometimes shed a tear. No matter what the holiday, We gather to embrace; It's the spirt that we join in That brings warm hearts and grace. Here's wishing all that love prevails, And brings loved ones close in joy, That the food is good and plentiful, And that *Peace* be each persons special toy. Your word is: Bliss |
Everything and Nothing To be the harbor from the raging storms To keep your secrets safe and warm To be the moon under the winter sky To cherish you and keep you 'nigh To be the sparkle in your twinkling smile To keep you happy for a while To be your beacon shining all night long To dry your tears and make you strong To be the best parent that I can be To keep you safe while next to me To be your home and give you balls to throw To feed your mind and watch it grow To be one you turn to when all is lost To keep the faith, forget the cost To be the stoic soul who calms your fears To greet your triumphs with loud cheers To be all things to you and none to me To keep my dreams and want to flee To be a mother, sister, wife and friend To capture moments, never end To be the one the fates blew with the wind To keep one's soul and never sin To be past dictates of generations To reach my soul's destination To be a failure ridiculed by all To keep my head up, oh so tall To be the one who rests and sleeps at last To die in one cold bitter blast Your word is: sleigh |
| Sleigh rides carry us to grandma's house. Lighted decorations help us find our way to Enjoy the holiday seasons with friends and family. It is the reason for the season that brings us closer to our God, he gave us the gift of His life so we cherish His love and peace on earth. The next word is: Holiday |
| So lovely to roam upon the evening light From within the forest deep and the HOLIDAY song of the carolers bright hushes young infants to sleep And the blanket of snow lies peacfully there a shroud of white 'round chilly feet The warming fire shines a glow inside and reddens freckled cheeks |
| Chosen word: rind It's been the day from hell chasing children and household chores fighting crowds at the shopping mall my back aches and my feet are sore. I would love for you to pamper me you won't regret being kind refresh me with a cup of spiked tea with a twist of lemon rind. I'll slip into something comfortable relax in front of the toasty fire and patiently wait for your return to melt into your warm desire. |
| Wahhh I have no word! I'm picking the word "alabaster." The graven images -- ruined promises in marble and gold, so tangled now in jungle vines -- hint at bliss so unexpected. I could carve you here, in whitest alabaster, lips turned up in a Mona Lisa smile, smug and humble, then take you to Angkor Wat and pose you amid the jungles of Serim Reap. Your word is "fragility." |
The first snow begins to fall hesitating ... as if deciding whether or not to make its December appearance - then biting into my skin with icy fragility as I burrow my face deep into your warm embrace. Your word is "calamity." |
| calamity Skating on the smoothest plane and quickly sliding from end to end, calamity struck for the star of the show. As it melted away, its audience grinned. The sizzling skater imparted its flavor to the acts that followed in their turn swallowed by eager viewers; the corn consumers. Your word is "string" |
Remembering String I was a child of the 20th century, a woman of the new millenium. But even I know, I remember long before the intricacies of complex technologies, and cool distant expertise, before I became efficient enough to work without the luxury of unworried lesiure... genius was the simple delight of two tin cans and a string stretched between the two forts built under the lilac bushes, gossiping very wisely, as though we were not only a few feet apart. Your word is: pickle  |
| With foods of rich delight, Set before me I'm at a loss tonight To begin to say What beauty fair Wins the way to my heart. Dishes abound of succulent fare Is it the cut Or is it the hair A morsel stays Upon my tounge Like touching Angels wings As thoughts of you enter my mind I'm feeling somewhat fickle To explain this feast I'm lost in fact I'm realy in a pickle your word is Dance |
I would love to Dance But those days are gone from view I would ask God for one more chance To make my legs like new Dance for me is a form of exercise It makes me move around Hearing my favorite music play Makes my feet tap the ground Alas, I can Dance no longer My legs won't let me stand There was a time when they were stronger And I could keep up with the band Your word is Seasons |
No stars and no light, In the middle of the deep night, Midnight black clouds the people's sight Of the forboding coming plight... Endless dark hellish flight From monsters ghoulish delights. Flee, fast and furious, out of sight, Go at once..tonight! Your word: plunder |
| I cannot recall, Being so quick to fall, For a pirate whose job is to plunder. But to see Johnny Depp, In that movie? You bet! It is completely his spell I'm now under :) Your word: obsession |
Chocolate Obsession Ooooo ohhhh Big bubbling beautiful Slippery silky smooth Eat everything eaten Slowly steadily sweeter Savoring salty sensations Intimate icy image Okay only one Not ‘nother Nestle. Your word: primitive |
| She's like a raging fire no longer bright a primitive star losing it's light dancing on her fantasy cloud The notes and music raise her to the sky She prays to a god that doesn't reply The emotions within her slowly will die Her faith collapse and tears erased She leaves this world with ease and grace next word valentine |
| It's just about February, Can you believe it! Four months together, wow, who would've thunk. they said we'd never get past the dojo, that we don't have enough in common to get very far. but, baby, we're still together, and can laugh in all their faces. I just have one question, maybe you think it's odd, but, I'm gonna ask anyway. Darlin' would you please be mine on that special day? Would you be my Valentine? your word: apology |
| This is my apology For being late for this campfire I hope you can forgive me I've just been a little dire Its all my fault All my shame I've been treated like an adult It will not happen again. The next word is destiny |
Destiny The day we are born our destiny we seek On the unknown path that is life’s long road. Turning around corners, down valleys and peaks Our kismet, a gift God has upon us bestowed. And as we grow and travel down that highway Learning about love and laughter and pain, We discover life’s adventure every single day While setting those goals we’re so eager to gain. Some of us take those dreams and desires Move with them, working to make them come true. Some of us know what our world requires And for better or worse our destiny we pursue. Still others think fate is just waiting for them Not knowing, not caring that our destiny we make. With little to praise, and so much to condemn They know only pain and make many a mistake. At the end of your road, will you look back with pride? Proud that your kismet was the one that you faced? Or will your life’s memories be something you hide? And the path you walked filled with weeds of waste. Next word: Memories |
MEMORIES She sits strapped in a chair, To hold her body upright; She dribbles on her chin And doesn't know day from night. Before you turn your head away, Or laugh at her uncombed hair; You have to know about the woman Who really is sitting there. This woman was a teacher, A bright and shining star; Making the world a better place, You'd have to look quite far To find anyone who loved so much And with children shared her life; A friend, a sister and a mother Who with courage fought any strife. She did what she could to help others, Doing her very best to please; It doesn't seem fair Alzheimers Robbed her of her memories. No, she doesn't remember the good times And she has forgotten the bad; But who among us can turn away now From this woman who gave all she had? She still needs someone to hold her, She responds to a hug with a smile; Speak gently when you are near her, God will take her home in awhile. Countrymom next word: silently |
The Heart Knows Silently setting the tone The heart knows no limits Silently waiting, watching The heart believes no promise Silently raising the bar The heart knows no boundaries Silently, faithfully loving The heart believes no lies Silently moving onward The heart knows no future Silently resolutely hoping The heart believes in nothing Silently dying inside The heart knows it's mate Silently realizing the truth The heart turns away Your word is Thanks |
| I get no Thanks, remarked the cow, to the hen who upon her eggs did lay. You know, it's sad for I'm good for nearly four quarts a day. I'm a fool to do it, for what do I get? A barn, and a stall, Oh my! But the dog gets that, and he's just a household pet and hasn't given a single pint yet. Not even when milk prices are high! The next word is Homunculus..(No only kidding) Next Word: Fabric |
He was a weekend freak show for the Shrine Circus act, everyone knew him as Joe three-foot-two and hunchback. Homunculus had a heart of gold he cherished the fabric of life, opinions were still stone cold in spite, he played music with a fife. He inherited a lot of loot got married to the town sleazeball, he was a sex machine to boot but, he was simply to small! Your word: demimonde |
| Turn away and pretend to pick up threads of normalacy or lace, ignore the dollars traded and sly looks the things you pretend to know. The demimonde we are, to the polite, to shrill ladies in creased blouses who don't see we're more honest, more free we trade in dollars what they trade for dreams. Your word is collateral. |
What shall we offer as collateral for our future while we lay waste with such carefree abandon to that with which we have been entrusted as if there were a neverending supply of trees and rivers and eagles and hearts and hands and love. Your word is secretly. |
| Another layer thrills, beneath the space where grumbling thunder sounds; the noise that fills the air with musts, with urgence. Secretly, but steadily, it takes each charge and builds, each clap adding a volt of confidence. |
| word: circles circles connecting souls-- bound lines. souls in masks as human forces/faces push at fate's pull. next word: dream |
Tossing here Turning about Waiting for sleep To find me out. So pulling tight upon my covers I close my eyes with dreams of lovers Holding hands With a playground smile Like star crossed lovers In a furtive style Moving on To bigger things All mixed up with Talk of rings. Isn't it amazing In life's schemes where you can go Perchance you dream. |
Friends are special Friends are forever Friends are reliable Friends will never sever |
| Limits are in your mind, lurking to pounce from underneath blankets of uncertainty. They tighten around you like rubber bands, constricting and choking, leaving you to think there is a boundary to what is possible. Refuse the predator, ignite your flight response and run into the vast field of possibilities where nothing can create limits except your own insecurities. Your word is "infinite" |
Infinite Sweet baby don't cry. Silence your fears. I know it feels like You’re there and I'm here. Sweet baby don't cry. Bite your bottom lip. You’re not alone. Not even for a pip. Sweet baby don't cry. Can you feel My hand in yours? The heat is real. Sweet baby don't cry. Start to sway. Our blissful dance Won’t go away. Sweet baby don't cry. Meet my soft kiss. Remember to breathe. Do you long for this? Sweet baby don't cry. Whisper to the moon. She sings of your love Here in my room. Sweet baby don't cry. Close your damp eyes. Through infinite space Together we fly. Your word is, "whisper". |
| A WHISPER I see I hear but feel nothing Images of Color or shades of grey Sweet symphonies or raucous clanging but no sense of Touch. When dreams and Clouds of sleep envelope me I know there is nothing. Waking, There is no sound, I see fuzzy shapes Out of focus objects But I feel the whisper Of your fingertips On my shoulder. Speaking to me Of your emotions A brief glimpse Into your heart Which you hide so well From me. your word: necklace |
A MOTHER'S DAY GIFT A Mother's Day gift from a little child Brought tears to my eyes at the thought; A daisy chain necklace woven with love, Could it be replaced? I think not! Each petal tells me she loves me And I smile as I see her concern, The gift she has given is priceless; Worth more than I could ever earn! A necklace to admire and cherish, To be worn proudly on Mother's Day; My little girl, a joy in my world, Has shown me her love her best way. Countrymom 5/8/04 Next word: memorial |
| A memorial can be a lasting gift That someone makes to uplift The person or people that follow But they must save that in the hollow For their heirs or kin And try hard to win The smile or book or whatever F o r e v e r NEXT WORD: GIFT |
| Unwrapping the gift she looked around the room the pressure was on her to react and appreciate the gift She should embrace and exclaim over the unknown the maybe was it something she needed? something she wanted? Was it something she could return for that thing she longed for. That thing in the box. Could it be just some time alone? |
Next word is: alone The Journey Challenged to the journey Pick up the heavy mantle Chilled to the very bone Still I wander ever alone Questioned as I travel Pick up where time left off Warmed to the very soul Still I wander far from home Damaged but not broken Pick up pieces of my heart Lifted to the heavens Still I wonder, still I roam.... The next word is broken |
Broken The candle lies on the table, broken Melted pieces of paraffin dreams, discarded The dried flowered centerpiece, scattered Romantic bottle of wine, shattered Soaked embroidered napkin, crumpled. Brief lover’s encounter fondly remembered Memories, like scepters, revisited. That was yesterday… |
I long... I long for awareness that I cannot see for it to fulfill me. All I ask is that I may see all off what is ment for me before I leave my destiny. Next word: constellation |
| Tell me again about your dreams your constellations and I'll listen with half an ear and draw circles in yesterday's dust. Tell me again all the people you should have been if only this or that, excuses are your constellation. The next word is: independence |
My independence day had no fireworks - there was no picnic or BBQ, no parade, no pool party, no flag waving (other than one of surrender). There was only the quiet satisfaction of walking out the door, closing it softly behind me, and heading out to meet my life. Your word is: tempest |
| Storm tossed, my dreams fly In the face of the wind. Holding on to the raft of life, they somehow survive battered and bruised but living. Surviving the tempest of the storm searching,looking for peace in the eye, as homewood bound they travel. Your word is Honesty |
H is for human Otherwise it's not felt O is for openness Vulnerability is dealt N is for need This is what we claim E is for exile There is no one else to blame S is for sincere What people should be T is for tentative When you say "We'll see" Y is for yearning Though some are still learning Next word: Tantrum |
| Tantrum I am not a child kicking and thrashing on the floor or biting my sister’s arm as she tries to bar the door. I am not a man slashing open my veins or cursing incessantly while driving in the flooding rains. I am not an infant spitting up all liquids or screaming inconsolably for the seventh night this week. I am not a woman starving myself slim or weeping for months at the mere thought of him. I am not a teenager getting drunk and high or living in silence as loved ones chose to die. Who am I? I won’t ever tell. If you figure it out, I’ll be lonely in hell. Your word is "Temptress" |
| TEMPTRESS Teen-age temptress dressed in jeans, Hair in a pony-tail, head full of dreams; Almost a woman with her subtle ways, Still a bit of the child she stays. Boy next door with a bashful eye, Hopes to marry her - by and by; A year or two a difference will make For dreams do grow and for Heaven's sake - She will mature to a fine young lass, Alert, alive and full of class; But for now she's content to tempt a bit, Easy to start but hard to quit! Designer clothes and lipstick red, She'll leave the child behind, instead Of playing with dolls and other toys, She'll test the waters with the boys. Mom and Dad look on with a frown, Trying to hold their Temptress down; Yet in their hearts they have no fright, For she's still a child of much delight! Countrymom Next word: Fiction |
| It is fairy tales Like kitties in the well And magical giants and elfs As characters like Pink Dragon on the shelf It is from your imagination and books Like weird and flighty birds over a brook Cinderella, Red Riding Hood, and Little Bo Peep Has gone to another country just to leap Over thousands of versions and sites Just to peak your imagination to light Your fantasies and highten your sences And bring a little humor to a dull tense |
| "Friendship" Stretching over the ocean's expanse, moving through valleys and hills, occuring naught by happenstance, invigorating life as it fulfills. Found in the darkness of the night; alive with the fullness of the day. At times giving blinded eyes sight, bringing encouragement for the way. Friendship offered in loving care, exchanging kind words of support, displaces hopelessness and depair when kindred hearts find rapport. NEXT WORD: RESTLESS |
Dublin Bells Restless early morn Herd grazes on a steep hill Careful to hasten Dublin bells call us St. Stephens day hurries past Lost in mindless rush Through the holidays Stopping to savor moments Quiet times of grace The cattle do low Like that day in the manger No crib for his bed The years rushing past Songs echo in St. Patrick's Dublin Cathedral Mountain to the west Croagh Patrick, to the summit Timeless devotion Another year looms Hold on to your traditions Bells will embrace you Your word is "Herd" |
| Your sleekness stood out from the wandering herd How I longed to carry you in my arms Fascination harbored itself within me Flattered by your all too decorative barn Another admirer became my adversary His bleets peppered with jealousy and a rage My presence threatening and smothering you within my invisible cage Fear not, oh tiny lamb I stand before you a magical presence just for your eyes Ribbons and bows I place around your neck Dismiss your fear and your trust in me confide The next word is "Everlasting" |
YAY! I get to pick my own word. "fragile" will be my word.  I only see you a couple of times a year but each time we are together you look so much older than the time before - so frail so thin so fragile. And yet, you hug me so tightly it almost hurts- and then there is that awkward moment when I let go a few moments before you do as if you are afraid to break the connection. Perhaps it's been like this since you gave me birth and the doctor separated us after nine months together - me pulling away first you trying to hold me just a bit longer. Your word is: surreal |
You've been watching Walter Cronkite, only you really haven't. It's footage of footage he narrates. Film at eleven, representing events in camera shots. Shots fired back then, back there. He says You are there as you sit in your den, sur la canapé, hearing the occasional distant siren. You wake to canned laughter, the door swings open. You've waited up until eyelid protests overcame. Name the melody, Melody Melodrame. Images, real, surreal, unreal, composed and composited complete the evening. Your word is: lash |
| It started, simply enough that day Amidst thoughts of warm,sunny adventures and sun kissed Islands, where warm barmy breezes sway. Of course it was a dream,I well knew that through reality tried hard to persuade me of different versions of truth, I guess I didn't want to know them,not even when they were revealed to me. So, in my heart,I decided,decided to pay the price. never dreaming it would happen,but wanting all the same. Then,as I traveled you happend,was it your leg, or maybe your face. Was it your eye, or your long feminine lash, that held me in place. Whatever it was ,I'm glad, glad I saw you for you inspired me to warm places and barmy nights. As you helped me find my alternate reality. Your word is crashing |
Spinning, turning, heart is yearning... Falling, falling, crashing, burning...deeper in love. Crazy and obscene, ultimate dreams of intimacy... Wanting, needing, pulse super speeding... Crashing in love with you. Your word is sublime |
The wonderful vision of softly falling snow, The pure white blanket that covers the ground; The whispering rustle as it drops slowly down, The sight of snow is sublime. The roll of thunder heralding a mighty storm, The raindrops drumming and the lightning flashing; The wail of the wind when the trees it is lashing, The sound of a storm is sublime. The aroma of the earth after a shower of rain, The scent in the evening of freshly cut lawn; The fragrance of jasmine that greets the dawn, The smell of nature is sublime. The sharp tang of the season’s first cherries, The refreshing juice from a crisp green grape; The refreshing apricot, with such a perfect shape, The taste of Nature’s fruits is sublime. Next word: ridiculous The leap of my heart when you touch me with love, The way your skin feels when I hold you so tight; The emotions I feel when we’re together late at night, The touch of a lover is sublime. |
| RIDICULOUS! It seems the years change everything; we grow older and lose all our spunk! Yet we hold on to our dreams of youth and some of our old-habitual junk! I used to walk a mile a day in my prime; I partied with the best (and worst) of men! but for the life of me now, I can't try to do any of those old things again... I would look a bit ridiculous, I fear, if I tried the old nightclub scene; Now at the thought of staying up till ten turns my stomach and face rather green! They say that some age gracefully, I haven't known this to be true... I'll go to my grave kicking and screaming that I still have so much left to do! Countrymom NEXT WORD: humanity |
| I believe all humanity is good when we are born and somewhere we get off track I believe all people are fair when we are small and somehow we lose our touch I believe all people can be good when they have God in their heart and love everyone as He does us. next word: receive |
| Recieve Recieve that which is good out of what is given Separate the wheat from the chaff Let the wind take it Cling only to the precious Cling only to the part that wants to become part of you. Next word- wind Note from 4Ps - The Campfire notice system didn't work, so I am posting for Tracy Lord  , who wrote the next wonderful poem, using the word, windTracy Lord -I’ve travelled far, I’ve travelled wide A lonely form, with the wind by my side My comings and goings, unseen, unheard My exploits unfair – to my family absurd My mission: a journey to find inner peace The wind my redeemer; my vanquisher of war Inner turmoil chased my heart to the door The essence of my past, future, and dreams The scenario of life; ‘not that of my dreams’ The wind my companion, to sturdy my fate: Time alone, retrieve my sanity: Recompense my burden’s weight The wind my entertainer, soothing my thoughts My psyche expanded, stretched from the core Depression a battle - a gregarious long war Solipsism the belief that I truly exist: My sanity misplaced – appeared in the twist Your word is: entertainer |
| The Entertainer shows his craft He uses it to make people laugh He's on the Plane He's on the Train He always look forward and aft Yord Word: Piano |
| The Pin Sonatina in G echoed through the store Audience yawning, parents clapped until sore Years of remembrance, piano so blond Upright instructor, of student not fond Teach for the money, pocket the check Child's love of music, a miracle wrecked Classics to bore the most eager of mind, Ask to play rock, the answer unkind Pin of achievement, denoting the best, Lies in a jewel box, gathering dust like the rest Classics were forced when Beatles ruled the day, Gave up the music, would much prefer play! Your word is pocket |
The Pocket Fingers dance on a ratty seam In a tiny pocket of dreams Same old handful of lint, Discarded breath mint, And a napkin that bears my print. Reach deeper into these delights, Poetic words I tried to write, Passages lost into the sublime, But captured in rhythm and rhyme Decorated with rosemary and thyme. Fingers danced on a ratty seam, In a tiny pocket of unpublished dreams A writer with no music can’t sing the blues Two coins together, do not make a great muse, When you’ve lost all there is to lose, |
| It's breakfast time once again with my sweetie I can't wait until I tell her today The maple flavored oatmeal she just made me sucks the big time Oh How I wish she would just move far away. I can't believe this is the girl that I wed After watching American Idol she still wets the bed She thinks she could be such a star She forgets that I proposed drunk at a bar There's the food, I roll my eyes, The black bugs on top are as big as her thighs I can't believe this is the stuff I once adored Some of the bigger ones on are wriggling some more A simple foil Pack and add water too It's so strange that it turned into something like Crazy Glue. Your next word is SILLY |
Silly You think I'm silly for worrying so much - and I think you're crazy for not worrying at all. Good thing we got together so that I can worry enough for the both of us. Your word is: catalyst |
Any analyst examining the display inside our mailbox any given day might conclude to presume our reading post mood from the contents there tabled. On any given day: two or three invitations from institutions of higher learning for my high-school daughter, a rental film or show on DVD, a catalogue of tech merchandise, a bill or two, an offer to save this much off the regular newsstand price, enroll for accidental death or dismemberment insurance, or claim our guaranteed bonus prize by calling the number below ASAP. Very little motivates immediate response until your letter peeks through the jumble, the catalyst in my unique post reading attitude. Your word is "press" |
Click, clack, papers going down the rack. Words written, stories committed to black and white, New news, old news, coming and going through the night. Papers stuck, machine broken, let's all wait... From Midnight 'til dawn, work's never done. Finally it's here, news to read, and to deliver. Hot off the press from me to you! Your word is: contemplate |
| Thoughts swarming around in my head If only I could get them to paper! Ideas and plots cramming my brain But the blank page remains clean. So now I guess I have no choice Since the descent of writers’ block So I’ll just sit back in my chair And my navel I shall contemplate. Next word: analysis... |
| ANALYSIS Now there's a word that bears some thought, Great thinkers may analyze - or not! A great thinker I will not claim to be, Analysis takes time and is not for me. So beg your pardon, excuse my haste, It's been a long time since I raced And I prefer to sit and count my blessings As my life continues, I'll keep 'em guessing! So analysis this short poem, if you will, As for me, I'm heading for the nearest hill - Next Word: dedication |
| It takes a lot of love To create a dedication for Anything You need courage from God above To satisfy your writing lore Sing Next word: shrine |
| Make My Wish To make my life a tribute thus, Without uproar or self-made fuss To do my best with what I have Leave luck behind, true fortune grab To make my heart a shrine to thee From Dublin, cross the Irish Sea To do my best with all that's given And make my mark all while I'm livin' To make my sorrow turn to hope God's given me a way to cope To do my best to set life free WIth all I've got, to let peace be Milkymoo, your word is Aces |
| One red card and one black. A heart with a club a pair of aces... A smile from poker gods or a smirk from a card shark demon? One chip to all-in either way you lose if your opponent hits his flush, straight or set. Aces A diamond and spade, one black, one red a frightening pair for pros a great hand for the fish. The next word is: Librarian |
| (You would pick something like this! LOL) Some of you may impress your friends How smart you've become since who knows when But once they learn of your learning skills then Give thanks to your local librarian! Okay Okay it was weak but I get better with time! The next word is confuse. |
| Worn paper and rusted hammers define the moment, somehow, fumbling toward meaning groping for change aware of something beyond our skin, as we trace stars for context, read tea leaves with fading hope, chart the course of our lives amid the ruins of excess. Wake clutching the head, the heart, the eyes, griping our tattered fears bewildered. We confuse hope with prayer. Night falls. Next word is seaweed. |
Seaweed We camped at this fire four years More than 120 entries, trials and tears As I sit on this breathtaking beach The Seaweed seems out of my reach This started as writing with friends Today my hand writes: The End!  Thank you all for participating and adding to this 4 year, more than 120 entry campfire. I hope you had as much as I did with it!  Thing The End! |
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