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    Toni wrote;
    'I froze under an aging tree, one midnight,
    and counted the leaves like in old time.
    For a heartbeat, stars flew out of my mouth
    and kissed the sky,'


    Very beautiful!! It's obvious to see you are a true poet. I enjoyed the themes of your poems as well. Boy, the apocalypse - I dunno, sometimes i dread it, sometimes i wish it were over already

    Thanks for that special work you shared - don't doubt your ability - you've got it!!

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    Quote Originally Posted by adboy316 View Post
    My Country

    I stand here in this distant land of freedom
    gripping my countryís flag so hard it bleeds.
    As my nails violently pierce through its silky fabric,
    blood gushes from the star of independence,
    and flows down between stripes of sea and purity.

    My country. Which I willingly abandoned.
    My country. Whose love I have forgotten
    and language can hardly speak.
    My Country? How dare I call it mine?
    In this mirror thereís a traitor laughing at me.

    I walked through this door,
    I smelled my grandmotherís cooking,
    I looked into her beautiful eyes,
    and I walked out of my country,
    my country, my family.

    I waited in this dreadful airport ten years ago
    holding back my tears of fright,
    I felt my motherís tear against my cheeks,
    I held my fatherís hand.
    And we left my country.

    Time has stolen faces
    and memories.
    Thereís nothing left but this flag,
    twisting around my fragile heart like a snake,
    reminding me of my country. My country.

    adboy...
    wow... im speachless. great write.
    The~Female~Mind

    In Memory of my father
    Michael A. Botten
    02/18/1975 - 01/09/2007

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    Dr Eep wrote:
    Very beautiful!! It's obvious to see you are a true poet. I enjoyed the themes of your poems as well. Boy, the apocalypse - I dunno, sometimes i dread it, sometimes i wish it were over already

    Thanks for that special work you shared - don't doubt your ability - you've got it!!


    Oh geez, Dr Eep, I didn't expect that reply at all.
    I'm speechless.
    "It is obvious to see you are a true poet" The sweetest words...
    I thought my poems didn't have direction but your statement proved otherwise. Now, I think I'm gonna write some more! Thanks, Dr Eep, you are too kind..

    Please tell me your thoughts on this one:

    Ink


    Striped sunsets
    burst forth from Ink.
    Bent rainbows chased silence,
    a captured moment in rhapsody
    caught on Ink.
    Cherry blossoms whisper
    intently on old parchment,
    forcing life to unfold
    like a ribbon
    withered in the course of history
    laid on Ink.
    A hundred battles stolen
    from a patch of cosmos.
    Bridges of thought rushed in a blink
    to find out that
    all that I am
    is Ink.
    Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions!
    the whole boatload of sensitive !

    ó Allen Ginsberg, Howl II.

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    "Requiem"

    wrapp'd in putrid alibi
    he entomb'd
    has mould upon his lips
    & maggot lies devour the very essence of this lazarus

    she after twenty years
    no sleeping beauty whose poison'd apple
    undigested in painted sewn-up mouth
    stirs, awakes
    and seeing him breathe
    rips apart the bridal shroud with
    her own hands manacl'd

    in the twilight of a hope
    they meet their resurrected selves
    in painful bittersweet the heart of all obsession but be forewarned:
    this fairy tale can have
    no happy ending

    all unearthed, she now deplores
    the cosmetic pretense
    why his deathbed vigil?
    WHY? she wants to know will he never inter?
    he tells her someday soonday whenday?
    NEVER
    and his secret smirk stinks of foamaldehyde

    poor princess wak'd too soon
    and years too late
    consigns him back to worms
    like to like
    his tender flesh just another sacrifice
    among so many and
    eaten alive by the paradox



    *Isn't this a cheery little thing! I wrote it a few years ago, during what I like to call my "Goth phase". Nothing special but suitable reading, I thought, for Halloween.

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    Hi Toni,
    I love "Ink." You have a great mastery of words and imagery; I am in awe of your special abilities. Please, keep up the writing!

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    Quote Originally Posted by toni View Post
    Apocalypse


    You will know itís getting near
    by the symphony of the stars,
    once a sleepy cloud of lullaby,
    now a rage of dragonís breath
    against the dying light.


    You will know itís getting near
    when guilt forces its way violently
    into conciousness,
    numbing every crumb of faith and hope.
    It made Him weep of blood and oil.


    Bloody wars, subway bombs,
    walls of revolted waves and boiling cones.
    You will know itís getting near.
    Horned megalomaniacs slither on our streets.
    And the symphony of the starsí
    charred notes wail close at night.
    A thousand hearts beat like ticking clocks.
    You know itís getting near.


    And another one..

    One Midnight


    Dismal skies haunt me at the edge
    of a waking dream,
    depriving me to plunge into the pool
    of make believe,
    now all thatís left to do is to count
    fallen sunshines and august smiles,
    while I drown myself in gravity and wrinkled wine.



    And after a hundred sunshines, I came to find,
    my body swinging under the cold galaxies.
    It left me counting seconds, minutes, days and nights,
    until someone finds me and bring me back in time.



    I froze under an aging tree, one midnight,
    and counted the leaves like in old time.
    For a heartbeat, stars flew out of my mouth
    and kissed the sky,
    while I float in letters, numbers and in rhyme.
    And then I heard my ghastly voice sang:
    ďI had found art at long last.Ē



    wow. this is amazing!! your choice of words... along with your line breaks... oh my gosh. your poetry has potential(however you spell it) i say: enter them in a contest!
    The~Female~Mind

    In Memory of my father
    Michael A. Botten
    02/18/1975 - 01/09/2007

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    Quote Originally Posted by toni View Post
    Please tell me your thoughts on this one:

    Ink


    Striped sunsets
    burst forth from Ink.
    Bent rainbows chased silence,
    a captured moment in rhapsody
    caught on Ink.
    Cherry blossoms whisper
    intently on old parchment,
    forcing life to unfold
    like a ribbon
    withered in the course of history
    laid on Ink.
    A hundred battles stolen
    from a patch of cosmos.
    Bridges of thought rushed in a blink
    to find out that
    all that I am
    is Ink.

    enter! enter! enter!!!!! you'll definatly win and if you dont win, ill tell them otherwise...!! you GOT IT!!!!!! never doubt youself
    The~Female~Mind

    In Memory of my father
    Michael A. Botten
    02/18/1975 - 01/09/2007

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    Quote Originally Posted by Mary Sue View Post
    "Requiem"

    wrapp'd in putrid alibi
    he entomb'd
    has mould upon his lips
    & maggot lies devour the very essence of this lazarus

    she after twenty years
    no sleeping beauty whose poison'd apple
    undigested in painted sewn-up mouth
    stirs, awakes
    and seeing him breathe
    rips apart the bridal shroud with
    her own hands manacl'd

    in the twilight of a hope
    they meet their resurrected selves
    in painful bittersweet the heart of all obsession but be forewarned:
    this fairy tale can have
    no happy ending

    all unearthed, she now deplores
    the cosmetic pretense
    why his deathbed vigil?
    WHY? she wants to know will he never inter?
    he tells her someday soonday whenday?
    NEVER
    and his secret smirk stinks of foamaldehyde

    poor princess wak'd too soon
    and years too late
    consigns him back to worms
    like to like
    his tender flesh just another sacrifice
    among so many and
    eaten alive by the paradox



    *Isn't this a cheery little thing! I wrote it a few years ago, during what I like to call my "Goth phase". Nothing special but suitable reading, I thought, for Halloween.


    happy or not... a poem is a poem and this one is great! although i'm not an expert on the cratiquing stuff i think this could win a contest too! have you entered it in one? if not i reccomend you do!
    The~Female~Mind

    In Memory of my father
    Michael A. Botten
    02/18/1975 - 01/09/2007

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    Blue Posting

    Another I wrote recently: PLEASE CRATIQUE!! cratiquing helps a poet!! advanced or not!! so please!!! cratique


    Her Sub Conscience Request

    Low dip shirts
    And short tight skirts.
    She's asking for so much
    more than she knows.
    Some boys out there,
    And men for that fact,
    Don't really care
    If it's all an act.
    She just wants to fit in
    And have a boyfriend,
    But she doesn't think about the cause and effect.
    She doesn't notice her sub conscience request.
    So cover up that cleavage, if you please,
    Before the mistake you're making becomes reality.



    By: The Female Mind
    Krista
    Last edited by thefemalemind; 11-04-2006 at 12:30 AM.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Mary Sue View Post
    Hi Toni,
    I love "Ink." You have a great mastery of words and imagery; I am in awe of your special abilities. Please, keep up the writing!

    Thank You guys.. Now, I believe in myself! Thank you!
    Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions!
    the whole boatload of sensitive !

    ó Allen Ginsberg, Howl II.

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    Writing is a "sullen art". Like climbing a fifty feet pole and jump. And in jumping, wishing that somehow we might fly. Continue writing toni, i love your delicious music...

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    I just wrote this poem about a half an hour ago, and posted it on another thread here so some of you may recognise it. It may need help, if so please point it out.


    He made a sacrafice

    He made a sacrafice
    On the cross where He lay.
    The work of His beauty
    Stunned in dismay.
    He looks down apon us,
    His soul very tired,
    A gentle smile
    Was all that was required
    To mend the bleeding,
    The hurt,
    The needing.
    He floats softly
    In vast skies of gray
    Because He made a sacrafice
    On the cross where He lay.


    By The female Mind
    Krista
    Last edited by thefemalemind; 11-04-2006 at 12:36 AM.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Dr Eep View Post
    Originally Posted by thefemalemind
    One I wrote while I was bored one day:


    The Wind Rocks A Cradle


    The wind rocks a cradle
    Holding a sleeping baby girl.
    Only a few months old,
    She shivers in the depths of her many quilts.
    In the middle of October,
    The wind rocks a cradle,
    Holding a precious life.
    The young mother returns with water and bread from town.
    She eats and feeds her daughter.
    The wind rocks a cradle
    Holding the child of Innocence.
    She chews on the fragile rattle made with her mothers frail hands.

    By: The Female Mind
    Krista


    This beautifully captured scene leaves one with the strangest feeling of recognizing beauty but fearing the fragility of it. For me, it's how I feel about my loved ones - we love them so much it hurts and we are always aware of the fact that at any time, the harsh elements of the world can take them; An October wind,how lack of nourishment can take them - the inability to provide bread and water and how tragedy can take them - that cradle could fall at any time. Also how we can be taken from them - the rattle made by the mothers frail hands. What I truly love about your poetry is that you simply paint the picture and the magic follows - I am very impressed with your style of writing.

    Thank you. It was just a "bordom" poem, but I guess it turned out ok.
    The~Female~Mind

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    02/18/1975 - 01/09/2007

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    And another of mine recently done.

    Dream


    Dream me red,
    Like the roses that fill my garden.
    Dream me blue,
    Like the sky on a cloudless day.
    Dream me green,
    Like the frogs hopping along the bank.
    Dream me orange,
    Like a pumpkin on Halloween.
    Dream me yellow,
    Like the sun that fills the east sky.
    Dream me white,
    Like a light blanket of snow.
    Dream me pink,
    Like the blushing cheeks of a child.
    Dream me purple,
    Like the silent Fall leaves.
    Dream me a rainbow,
    And pretty I will be.



    By: The female mind
    Krista
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    02/18/1975 - 01/09/2007

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    Quote Originally Posted by thefemalemind View Post
    And another of mine recently done.

    Dream


    Dream me red,
    Like the roses that fill my garden.
    Dream me blue,
    Like the sky on a cloudless day.
    Dream me green,
    Like the frogs hopping along the bank.
    Dream me orange,
    Like a pumpkin on Halloween.
    Dream me yellow,
    Like the sun that fills the east sky.
    Dream me white,
    Like a light blanket of snow.
    Dream me pink,
    Like the blushing cheeks of a child.
    Dream me purple,
    Like the silent Fall leaves.
    Dream me a rainbow,
    And pretty I will be.



    By: The female mind
    Krista


    That was good!!!
    Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions!
    the whole boatload of sensitive !

    ó Allen Ginsberg, Howl II.

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