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Seamonkey
Member
09-07-2000
| Monday, July 12, 2004 - 10:01 am
After seeing two excellent poems in Random Thoughts, I thought we should have a shelf here in The Library! I was touched by both of them.. so much.
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Seamonkey
Member
09-07-2000
| Monday, July 12, 2004 - 10:05 am
Words on Paper How can I find the words To put on paper The words that lay bare my soul I can’t even speak them Much less place them on paper To find a life of their own In black and white Never to return But never to escape The words on paper Haunt me Even when burnt Shredded Torn They swirl about me Finding crevices In the armor To weave their pain The spoken words Fly into nothing Leaving only a shadow Easily hidden The words on paper Hide nothing. by Cindori
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Seamonkey
Member
09-07-2000
| Monday, July 12, 2004 - 10:07 am
And from Texannie: My son wrote this last year in school (8th grade). Impressed the heck out of me. When We Turn Off the Light Small as a walnut, Big as a giant, We’re all the same size When we turn off the light. Rich as a monarch, Poor as a small mite, We’re all worth the same When we turn off the light. Smart as a genius, Dumb as a termite, We’re all just as bright When we turn off the light. Green, blue, or orange, Yellow, black, and white, We’re all the same color When we turn off the light. So maybe the way To make everything right, Is for God to reach out And turn off the light.
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Urgrace
Member
08-19-2000
| Monday, July 12, 2004 - 10:13 am
Wonderful!
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Cindori
Member
07-25-2003
| Monday, July 12, 2004 - 10:18 am
This will be the third place I've posted this, but it's one of my favorites (of mine, anyway). The Angel in the Mirror Another day Another dime Seems all I do Is waste my time. Always searching Always yearning Always looking Around the bend Never happy Never fine Always waiting For it to end. The angel in the mirror Doesn’t know How far the devil in the depths Will go It’s only right To feel the pain It’s only right To refrain From reaching out And taking a hand From calling a name Asking to understand The tears that shatter Before they’re shed Don’t speak the secrets They sing instead The devil in the depths Doesn’t know How far the angel in the mirror Will go Hiding the anger Feeding the sorrow Holding on For another tomorrow.
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Cindori
Member
07-25-2003
| Wednesday, July 14, 2004 - 6:43 am
Not sure how I feel about this one, but I wrote it this morning. Yearning for the answer just out of reach. Close my eyes for the softest whisper Only to hear a resounding roar Flashes, passionate, flickering light Electricity crackling through my fingertips Pounding, pulsing, cleansing, Drenched through to my soul Wet, warm, rivulets run across my skin Arms raised to the heavens, inviting, beseeching, Throbbing, dancing, liberating As the rain comes pouring down.
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