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Poems of Us

16 Years Ago


OK folks, by suggestion from Emily...this thread is for members to post a poem about themselves...tell us who you are, what you are, what you wish to be...whatever...just a poem that lends insight into you as a person...have fun with this...and i promise i'll work on my own LoL ::drool::

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16 Years Ago


I apologize for the redundancy. I know some of you may have already read this. I write in spurts. I usually know the words are coming before I know what they are. When it starts I may write two or three poems in a day. I may write something every day for a week. And then they go as they came, leaving me a thing or two to edit until the next time.

Emily

This is me

I won't be buried in choices, chained by vanity.

No fainting, feigning, fawning female here.

You'll have to look beyond my un-styled hair

And the face that isn't made up.

This is me.

I am bare feet, books and blue skies.

I am blue jeans, boots and my warm, wool sweater.

I am able and willing to learn things for myself.

I will build on the strengths of the women who came before.

I will feed armies, and carry babies, and kill spiders--

When I need to.

And I will teach my daughters to be strong.

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16 Years Ago


Self Image

He's dumb as rocks, someone said.
A quiet man,
broad-shouldered and heavy-set,
thick-necked and blue-collared,
steel-tipped and reinforced,
limps from the bones broken on pallets,
lifts cinder blocks in hands
with cracked skin and gnarled knuckles.
He thinks.
He thinks and doesn't speak,
ancient thoughts
cut out of stone,
of monuments
to labor and honor.
He thinks and doesn't speak
ancient thoughts
to preserve his strength and stamina
in a statuesque self-image,
firm as rock.

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16 Years Ago


Harrowed by the walls of doubt
Blistered by the sun
Tombed in ancient river-rock
Before the world begun

Trapped now in a sea of shame
Buried in the coal
Engulfed in red phoenix flame
Askance the stories told

Risen through the ashen fire
Sooted to the brow
Heartened by some deep desire
Unknown the why...the how...

Traipsed off another blue-day
Conjoined from the womb
Breathless from some sin-fit sky
Another granite tomb.................

(((this...is quite abstract...but so am i from time to time...and never forget...I do believe in fairies...i do...i do...i do!!!!!!!)))

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16 Years Ago


Have you ever felt like you are falling apart,
falling to pieces,
and every part of you is just the same,
and you are not losing anything?

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16 Years Ago


I don't think you can feel things fall apart, whilst it has no consequences on yourself.. else it would be like empathic apathy.

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16 Years Ago


Sorry guys, impossible task, its the best I can do for now.

Charmed
by brave little fantails like f� in my room &
Golden buttercups they never knew of gloom,
emerald marble foothills resurgence a lullaby
Where beach trees like towering fern filter sunlight
Into silver coins on dew and frosts tears spill.
My heart lays there still.

Yeah why should I grow up
I�m going to stop here =)

With the

Ragged weaving rivers, of lime milk in spring
Crystal ocean cool waters without rage
Sailor, captain, bells ring
turn another Sinbad page
arms of my story teller,
Sandman ends your stories stellar.

::smile::

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16 Years Ago


The words we choose say a lot about who we are. I feel like I know most of you better already. ::biggrin::

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16 Years Ago


I wrote two pieces for this... not very productive at all... but I'll get there eventually.

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16 Years Ago


Has our outlaw turned into a fire starter?

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16 Years Ago


Why would ya say that ?