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Seamonkey
Member

09-07-2000

Monday, July 12, 2004 - 10:01 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
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.

Seamonkey
Member

09-07-2000

Monday, July 12, 2004 - 10:05 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
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


Seamonkey
Member

09-07-2000

Monday, July 12, 2004 - 10:07 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
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.




Urgrace
Member

08-19-2000

Monday, July 12, 2004 - 10:13 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Wonderful!

Cindori
Member

07-25-2003

Monday, July 12, 2004 - 10:18 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
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.


Cindori
Member

07-25-2003

Wednesday, July 14, 2004 - 6:43 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
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.