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Wild flowers
What a beautiful spring day,
I just had to go out and play I stumbled upon a field of wild flowers.
Flowers bring much delight to me.No two flowers are alike
So many scents coming my way, they tickle and make my nose twitch all day
What a beautiful day I could stand in this field forever and a day
Their colors so brite I wonder if you can see them at night ?
The different shades of pink,purple and blue make me feel new
By the end of the day I wound up with a beautiful bouquet !
Those beautiful flowers made my day!
I just had to go out and play I stumbled upon a field of wild flowers.
Flowers bring much delight to me.No two flowers are alike
So many scents coming my way, they tickle and make my nose twitch all day
What a beautiful day I could stand in this field forever and a day
Their colors so brite I wonder if you can see them at night ?
The different shades of pink,purple and blue make me feel new
By the end of the day I wound up with a beautiful bouquet !
Those beautiful flowers made my day!
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Posted: Feb 2015
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My euology!
I used to be a writer; a little poetry by hand. A poet without the glitter; no audiance did i command. My messages were solely mine; a cummulation of my thoughts. Here and there little lines, and whatever comfort it brought. I was not the shakespear; i am who i am. These my writings, i shared, hoping if "one" would understand. Then my time was past; i wrote poems no more. Not even good poets last, muchless me, this simple bore. Yet you can make me great, reading my work through and through. Do so for this poet's sake; one who is infamous as you. Become a well known critic-: debate my work and its value. With comments from good to derelict; such helps my work shine-through. I am not the immortal; my body dead and gone. Make my work-:a living portal and byfaith a legend lives:- on!
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Posted: Jun 2011
About this poem:
This is life for us. one day you will see me no more!
Poet's Corner Bash
Kickit rolled into town
Tyres hot and smoking
Pulled up next to Billiegirl's van
A Kombi with purple flowers
Jazzy was there pacing around
Busy writing some poetry
Happygolucky when she arrived
Off into the woods she ran
Last words heard 'one of these frogs'
There was Redex with brush in hand
Practising poetry for performance
Poetnumber1 in Porsche arrives
With lots of girls in tow
Inside the place was really jumping
Up stood elo to read new poem
This poem titled 'Frustrated'
He waved his hand, a hush fell
And then he spoke his poem
Frustrated
The crowd went wild for never before
Had they heard a poem so succinct
A poem of only one word
That was never heard of before
Next came Fellsman, a man, a legend
Who's poetry was so precise
The crowd so silent, mouths wide open
The words as sweet as honey
One after another up they came
There was niah and marikia
Followed by Odette and andrew
Agoodguy and cafetwo and Country Lady
Netman, boyshchrm and paloma
Thelmatalla up she stood
To read her 'I Love You CS Poets'
And even freepoetry made appearance
SunNieS gLinnTing bY StagELighT
One by one up they went
Then finally it finished
The crowd was hoarse and with aching hands
All worn out and tired
The day was done
Each read their work
Next year there'll be another
Tyres hot and smoking
Pulled up next to Billiegirl's van
A Kombi with purple flowers
Jazzy was there pacing around
Busy writing some poetry
Happygolucky when she arrived
Off into the woods she ran
Last words heard 'one of these frogs'
There was Redex with brush in hand
Practising poetry for performance
Poetnumber1 in Porsche arrives
With lots of girls in tow
Inside the place was really jumping
Up stood elo to read new poem
This poem titled 'Frustrated'
He waved his hand, a hush fell
And then he spoke his poem
Frustrated
The crowd went wild for never before
Had they heard a poem so succinct
A poem of only one word
That was never heard of before
Next came Fellsman, a man, a legend
Who's poetry was so precise
The crowd so silent, mouths wide open
The words as sweet as honey
One after another up they came
There was niah and marikia
Followed by Odette and andrew
Agoodguy and cafetwo and Country Lady
Netman, boyshchrm and paloma
Thelmatalla up she stood
To read her 'I Love You CS Poets'
And even freepoetry made appearance
SunNieS gLinnTing bY StagELighT
One by one up they went
Then finally it finished
The crowd was hoarse and with aching hands
All worn out and tired
The day was done
Each read their work
Next year there'll be another
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
Sorry but there are only so many names I could use, would loved to have used lots more. If by some chance you are offended and don't want your name used please let me know and I will replace it. Thanks all. Addition thanks to idea by elo.
online today!A Bag of Monkeys
I once had a bag of monkeys
They were mostly well behaved
Until - one day - I took them to the racetrack
(Where quite a few of them escaped!)
One of them he
Went up a tree
And would not come down again
I waited for a long time
Until I could wait no longer
And I had to walk away
Another got onto a stable roof
And sat there taunting me
Then disappeared out of sight
(I heard him laugh with glee)
Then yet another
(Encouraged by the others)
Leaped from the sack
And made good his getaway
He jumped onto an old man's hat
And from there to a penciller's shoulder
Then hid inside a bookie's bag
(This only made him bolder)
(There were only a few left now
And they wanted to join their troupe)
"No way" (I said) "Settle down
That's enough mischief for today"
"Please" (they said) "Now let us out -
For we only want to play!"
"Maybe" (I said)
"But It seems that I
Cannot trust you lot at all-
Based on what I've seen today"
"Besides you've set my nerves on edge,
So now I need a beer -
(And by the way, am I the only one,
Who's thinking clearly here?")
"Fair enough" - the monkeys said
(As I took them to the bar)
"But can we have a drink as well-
As we have come this far?"
"It would seem fair" (I said to them)
"But you must be well behaved"
"We'll all be good" (they said to me)
"We will not act depraved"
"OK" (I said) "Then I'll let you out-
Though you'll all
Have to settle down -
And only two at a time"
"For two is company
And threes a crowd
(As you lot well know)
So come and gather round"
Cautiously I opened the bag
And let the first two monkeys out
Then cheekily (one said to me)
"I think it is your shout"
"Water for you two only" ( I told them)
"You're bad enough as it is -
And if you don't entirely mind
Sit there and mind your biz"
No sooner had they got their drinks
Then one it jumped the bar!
He grabbed a bottle of champagne
And poured it in a jar
Of course I tried to stop him quick
But soon he drank the lot
Then he smashed all of the glasses
And started throwing sh*t!
Well security - they threw him out,
And he wound up in the car park
(That was the last I saw of him -
Even though I sent a scout)
The other one sat on his bar stool
And quietly sipped his water
Then all of a sudden he jumped up
And stole a lady's fascinator!
He put the thing on his head
And then ran round and round
Then he was off and on the track
(They could not pin him down)
Now embarrassed I sat quiet
And stared into my beer
Then I said to the last one in the bag
"Why on Earth did I bring you here?"
The last monkey in the bag
Well, then he said to me:
"I cannot vouch for my friends-
So can you please now set me free?"
"Sure," I said "Your welcome now-
And trouble I can do without"
With that, I upended the bag
And that last monkey - he jumped out!
(Moral of the story?):
Don't take too many monkeys to the racetrack.
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
They were mostly well behaved
Until - one day - I took them to the racetrack
(Where quite a few of them escaped!)
One of them he
Went up a tree
And would not come down again
I waited for a long time
Until I could wait no longer
And I had to walk away
Another got onto a stable roof
And sat there taunting me
Then disappeared out of sight
(I heard him laugh with glee)
Then yet another
(Encouraged by the others)
Leaped from the sack
And made good his getaway
He jumped onto an old man's hat
And from there to a penciller's shoulder
Then hid inside a bookie's bag
(This only made him bolder)
(There were only a few left now
And they wanted to join their troupe)
"No way" (I said) "Settle down
That's enough mischief for today"
"Please" (they said) "Now let us out -
For we only want to play!"
"Maybe" (I said)
"But It seems that I
Cannot trust you lot at all-
Based on what I've seen today"
"Besides you've set my nerves on edge,
So now I need a beer -
(And by the way, am I the only one,
Who's thinking clearly here?")
"Fair enough" - the monkeys said
(As I took them to the bar)
"But can we have a drink as well-
As we have come this far?"
"It would seem fair" (I said to them)
"But you must be well behaved"
"We'll all be good" (they said to me)
"We will not act depraved"
"OK" (I said) "Then I'll let you out-
Though you'll all
Have to settle down -
And only two at a time"
"For two is company
And threes a crowd
(As you lot well know)
So come and gather round"
Cautiously I opened the bag
And let the first two monkeys out
Then cheekily (one said to me)
"I think it is your shout"
"Water for you two only" ( I told them)
"You're bad enough as it is -
And if you don't entirely mind
Sit there and mind your biz"
No sooner had they got their drinks
Then one it jumped the bar!
He grabbed a bottle of champagne
And poured it in a jar
Of course I tried to stop him quick
But soon he drank the lot
Then he smashed all of the glasses
And started throwing sh*t!
Well security - they threw him out,
And he wound up in the car park
(That was the last I saw of him -
Even though I sent a scout)
The other one sat on his bar stool
And quietly sipped his water
Then all of a sudden he jumped up
And stole a lady's fascinator!
He put the thing on his head
And then ran round and round
Then he was off and on the track
(They could not pin him down)
Now embarrassed I sat quiet
And stared into my beer
Then I said to the last one in the bag
"Why on Earth did I bring you here?"
The last monkey in the bag
Well, then he said to me:
"I cannot vouch for my friends-
So can you please now set me free?"
"Sure," I said "Your welcome now-
And trouble I can do without"
With that, I upended the bag
And that last monkey - he jumped out!
(Moral of the story?):
Don't take too many monkeys to the racetrack.
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
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Posted: Jan 2016
About this poem:
Please note:(*) A "monkey" is racetrack/racing slang for $500= so obviously
these are not "actual" monkeys - merely metaphorical ones.
(**) Happy "Year of the Monkey" to all CS members.
forsaken
deep past the arrival of eve's night
long after the throng of the city's holiday paraders have gone
he is left far from the crowd, hopelessness his only companion
the avenues mostly still, mostly silent
the homeless panhandler remains in an alley
set against a structure where exhaust vents release warmth from below
he is posed for yet another long night's passing
the only place available to him where a freezing death may not find him
sleep may or may not come for him
half a bottle of wine might offer some comfort, for a short while anyway
as he sips his salvation, he journeys in mind
on a road traveled often, destination never to be found
where his future may lead him, he knows not
it seems that he has always merely tried to last into the following day
with a grimace he muses of tomorrow
when the sun rises next, it will be christmas day
not the best of days for him
truth be told, it could be only the worst
for he knows very well what this will mean
that his usual routine of finding nourishment will not exist
there will be no bakeries tossing out old bread
no eateries filling trash dumpsters with food deemed unfit for customers
only a mere fragment of passers-by from whom to solicit
but most folks crossing his path on this day will be just like him
with little to offer, not even a smile
snapping out from his speculation, he hunkers down upon the grate
trying to escape the bitter cold winds that seem to blow through him
he has found something to concentrate on
this is all that he has
so, we should all take this little tale to bed with us tonight
and recall it tomorrow as we enjoy our great feasts
in the warm comfort of home, with family and friends
for under the fate of circumstance
…every man could be a homeless man
long after the throng of the city's holiday paraders have gone
he is left far from the crowd, hopelessness his only companion
the avenues mostly still, mostly silent
the homeless panhandler remains in an alley
set against a structure where exhaust vents release warmth from below
he is posed for yet another long night's passing
the only place available to him where a freezing death may not find him
sleep may or may not come for him
half a bottle of wine might offer some comfort, for a short while anyway
as he sips his salvation, he journeys in mind
on a road traveled often, destination never to be found
where his future may lead him, he knows not
it seems that he has always merely tried to last into the following day
with a grimace he muses of tomorrow
when the sun rises next, it will be christmas day
not the best of days for him
truth be told, it could be only the worst
for he knows very well what this will mean
that his usual routine of finding nourishment will not exist
there will be no bakeries tossing out old bread
no eateries filling trash dumpsters with food deemed unfit for customers
only a mere fragment of passers-by from whom to solicit
but most folks crossing his path on this day will be just like him
with little to offer, not even a smile
snapping out from his speculation, he hunkers down upon the grate
trying to escape the bitter cold winds that seem to blow through him
he has found something to concentrate on
this is all that he has
so, we should all take this little tale to bed with us tonight
and recall it tomorrow as we enjoy our great feasts
in the warm comfort of home, with family and friends
for under the fate of circumstance
…every man could be a homeless man
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Posted: Dec 2014
About this poem:
happy christmas everyone...
Fal-e Hafiz
Hafiz
for guidance.
More often than not,
Hafiz, in his own enigmatic way would sing to the questioner and through the song, would get the questioner to look in the mirror of his/her soul.
Upon reflection in the mirror of Hafiz's Ghazal one would be inspired with an answer, a guidance or a direction.
Traditionally,
the first line upon which the eyes of the reader fall, would give the answer to the direct question, and the rest of the Ghazal would give further clarification.
To try the guidance of
the oracle of Shiraz
Hold a question in your mind
&Click on the button below
to have your Fal:
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Posted: Jun 2011
About this poem:
For centuries, it has been a Persian tradition to consult Hafez when confronted with a difficult decision or choice. When used in divination, it is widely believed that Hafez’s poetry will reveal the answer to your destiny.
Hill of stones
We buried you there
in the lizard bare grass
laid you down
in regimented row
We buried you there
on that hill of stones
where even sparrows weep
in Spring's drizzle dawn
I should have taken you in my bosom
and laid you beneath the peach tree
to blossom and fruit for the Summer children
running madly, circles about your stems
But we buried you on that hill
it is the greatest grief
in the lizard bare grass
laid you down
in regimented row
We buried you there
on that hill of stones
where even sparrows weep
in Spring's drizzle dawn
I should have taken you in my bosom
and laid you beneath the peach tree
to blossom and fruit for the Summer children
running madly, circles about your stems
But we buried you on that hill
it is the greatest grief
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Posted: Feb 2018
About this poem:
Written as a woman who has lost her male lover - I wondered if I could write a sad poem, hmmm handkerchief please, never again!
Simply Put
Simply put
I want you
any way your
gorgeous mind
can concoct it...
Grab my hand
force me
if the mood
strikes you...
Or you may lure me
seduce me if that
pleases you
better...
I like being
surprised
love super size..
I want you
to want me
to enter you..
I want you
overcome by passion
that it predicts
actions...
Simply put
I want you
to want me
to kiss
the Persian silk
of your skin
smooth as a Nubian Pearl...
Simple as that...
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Posted: Mar 2015
About this poem:
Pisces with a Pisces can be the envy of the zodiac at times..Each one's goal seems to be the extreme care of the relationship and intuitively reading each other...
THE FORGOTTEN
In this world there are many forgotten
Totally ignored and tossed aside broken
Left over garbage from a past life
The innocent who have to pay the price
They will always be waiting in the wings
Watching and waiting until they are seen
But then there comes a day when they are gone
Too late to tell them you were wrong
Totally ignored and tossed aside broken
Left over garbage from a past life
The innocent who have to pay the price
They will always be waiting in the wings
Watching and waiting until they are seen
But then there comes a day when they are gone
Too late to tell them you were wrong
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Posted: Mar 2018
About this poem:
People who use family and friends. Then they move on to a new life and leave these people behind thinking - I'm too busy but they will always be there. Guess what - not true.
online today!My Life
This is for my father
Who was never there
Who never even took a second
To show how much he cared
So he can just sit back
And listen to what I have to say
See I've made my mistakes
And had a price to pay
But never would I ever
Do the things that you did
And never would I ever
Betray my own kid
All the lies you've told
All the secrets you've held
I know that you wouldn't even care
If I was burning in Hell
But that's ok
Because now it's all in the past
And now when I look at you
I sit back and I laugh
And who would've thought
I'd be in this situation
Graduating from high school to jail
And it's fifteen years that I'm facing
I'm not gonna lie
Sometimes I want to break down and cry
Over one little mistake
I end up losing my life
And sometimes, dad, I think
That if you would've been there
Then maybe life at times
Wouldn't seem so unfair
But I've said all I can say
Did all I could do
I just hope you realize, one day
This child belongs to you
Who was never there
Who never even took a second
To show how much he cared
So he can just sit back
And listen to what I have to say
See I've made my mistakes
And had a price to pay
But never would I ever
Do the things that you did
And never would I ever
Betray my own kid
All the lies you've told
All the secrets you've held
I know that you wouldn't even care
If I was burning in Hell
But that's ok
Because now it's all in the past
And now when I look at you
I sit back and I laugh
And who would've thought
I'd be in this situation
Graduating from high school to jail
And it's fifteen years that I'm facing
I'm not gonna lie
Sometimes I want to break down and cry
Over one little mistake
I end up losing my life
And sometimes, dad, I think
That if you would've been there
Then maybe life at times
Wouldn't seem so unfair
But I've said all I can say
Did all I could do
I just hope you realize, one day
This child belongs to you
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
For all you piece of shit fathers out there, this poem is dedicated to you. A child never has the option to be brought into this world and it's yours, mine, anyone's responsibility to show your child how much they mean to you. You never know what tomorrow holds...Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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