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[Pendragon]

Thanks for the comments, Kitten. I am afraid you missed the point of the poem, but many find these perfect reversibles hard to read. The idea is to get two differing views as the words reverse.

I like your lovely sad poem. Tears are never meaningless but I am intrigued by these lines:


I must put them away

I must put it aside

I must not think of it

It will be gone


Do you really think burying sorrow inside makes it vanish? Or will it just pop back up like the undead?

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[Kittenleigh]

I don't think that buring it will make it go away but I know there are many people out there that do think that. Thanks very much about my poem.

[Niamh]

Would someone comment please? http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/AbsalomKane/Smilies/wry.gif
I'll comment Pendragon! I love your poems. They are full of Emotion. Its like a struggle. I especially like the new poem you have put as your signature. It makes me feel sad, at a loss. Has something happened Pendragon?

Thanks for the comments, Kitten. I am afraid you missed the point of the poem, but many find these perfect reversibles hard to read. The idea is to get two differing views as the words reverse.

I like your lovely sad poem. Tears are never meaningless but I am intrigued by these lines:


I must put them away

I must put it aside

I must not think of it

It will be gone


Do you really think burying sorrow inside makes it vanish? Or will it just pop back up like the undead?

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No i dont think its good to bottle it up inside. Scream, Shout, just let it all out!

[Pendragon]

Prayer

The clouds are still dark
The rain still coming down
Lightning hurting my eyes
Thunder grumbling off in the mountains…
I was hoping for a rainbow
But the coward sun hides
The wet little falling prisms
Can’t reflect the whole spectrum…
There is just a mind-hurting glare
Of electric white light
I’ve never quite been that far down—
Don’t require electroshock therapy…
Just take the darkness away
Blue is such a soothing color
Can’t you just touch up the clouds in pink?
Paint a sunset for me?
Oh, Father, please…

Pendragon
© Sunday, March 25, 2007

[quasimodo1]

Dear Pendradon: Usually poetry is not something I would presume to edit but just one expression in this quite good piece needed a little tweaking (in my humble opinion) would have written..."the coward sun...". Small adjustment but then "Brevity is the soul of wit". RJS

[Pendragon]

Liked it, Quasi. Change made! http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/AbsalomKane/Smilies/acc32.gif

[Niamh]

Looking out the window,
What do i see?
I see the world,
It waits for me...
and still waits.

The clock it tolls,
it gives its cry,
but lying i remain,
time passes by...
time and time again.

The light it fades,
but still i lie,
the moon soon rises
in the dark sky...
darker and darker still.

26/3/07

[Pendragon]

Neat, sad little poem, Niamh. I can totally relate. Had many days like that... http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/AbsalomKane/picasso.gif

[Niamh]

Neat, sad little poem, Niamh. I can totally relate. Had many days like that... http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/AbsalomKane/picasso.gif

thanks pendragon. By the way, i love those smilies you do have.:)

[Asa Adams]

Wonderful Poetry Friends, Keep it up!

[Pendragon]

Scars

Nothing ever comes
That doesn’t leave behind a scar,
Even love can wound you
Sometimes beyond repair.
You can’t spend every waking moment
Just dwelling in the past,
Even thought those scars may mark you—
They don’t have to rule your life.
We don’t have a magic potion,
Which makes the pain just disappear—
Sometimes the scars that mark us,
Are so bad that we loose hope,
We embrace the fear—
Maybe the scars will never go away,
Maybe the pain will always ache inside your heart—
Maybe the tears will come and clouds fill your sky—
And you think you are going to never have peace,
Tell it all to go away—
Scars will heal,
We will live another day,
Sunrise will come—
Even when it rains—
The sun is shining somewhere…

Pendragon
© 3/30/07

[Uncle Lar]

I am Uncle Lar,
with an sense of mystic air.
I strive to be true
with words and phrases true blue.
"To thine own self be true." Cheers!

(Uncle Lar)

[Niamh]

Scars

Nothing ever comes
That doesn’t leave behind a scar,
Even love can wound you
Sometimes beyond repair.
You can’t spend every waking moment
Just dwelling in the past,
Even thought those scars may mark you—
They don’t have to rule your life.
We don’t have a magic potion,
Which makes the pain just disappear—
Sometimes the scars that mark us,
Are so bad that we loose hope,
We embrace the fear—
Maybe the scars will never go away,
Maybe the pain will always ache inside your heart—
Maybe the tears will come and clouds fill you sky—
And you think you are going to never have peace,
Tell it all to go away—
Scars will heal,
We will live another day,
Sunrise will come—
Even when it rains—
The sun is shining somewhere…

Pendragon
© 3/30/07

I really like this poem pen. Its almost like the dark times are starting to pass and the smallest rays of light and peace on there way. Not to let the pain and scars, take over you, be strong and they will slowly heal. I really like it.

[Pendragon]

Only the Lonely

Broken glass—
Bloodstained floor—
Unmended broken home; forgotten love.
Sunrise, sunset, remains unchanged…
Lonely walks alone still lonely.
Smiles never touch frozen face…
Cry again, unheard again crying.
Never seen—overlooked
Cry becomes tears becomes pain…

Pain becomes tears becomes cry—
Overlooked—Never seen.
Crying again, unheard—cry again!
Frozen face touch never smiles…
Lonely still, alone walks lonely—
Unchanged remains—sunrise—sunset—
Forgotten love, home broken, unmended…
Floor bloodstained—
Glass broken…

Pendragon
© 4/1/07

[Pendragon]

Unique Love

Wind-blown grey goose quill—
Ink-stained tip now dried out—
Relic of days past…

Little brown mouse—
She builds her house within walls
Using this and that…

Tiny pink hands grasp—
And tugging clasp the quill tight,
A lover’s caress…

The quill has not lost
The ability to write—
It just needs someone

To send it dancing—
Floating across the paper:
Poems, short stories, songs—

Alive inside it—
Discovered by a small mouse,
Given to the world…

Words flow once again,
The mouse dances to a rhythm
That the quill composed…

Happy and unique—
The pair return and rebuff
Stares of disbelief…

Quill lost, thrown away—
Mouse just considered vermin—
Together: What magic!

Pendragon
© 4/16/07

For my wife of 27 years, Martha, whose nickname is “Mouse”… http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/AbsalomKane/MP.jpg

[harshwaves]

umm...i just wrote this..

sitting here with the letters
i have a thousand thoughts
running past my fingers
rushing in my head.

i see a prominent one
trapped by a nerve
it brought me fear
oh, so much fear.
it's catching up,
Again.

sometimes i think my poems are...they seem to lack depth. please teach me how i should improve=)

[symphony]

i like the shape of that poem, harsh. nicely done.
as for improvement, i just realised a few days back that my poems get a better flow when i'm in contact with The Golden Treasury and this forum :D .So to me, company matters :D hehe.

[MysticalWriter]

Sitting alone in a dark room,
The darkness-
It entraps me-
It embelishes me like a King.
Thoughts of menacing-
Thoughts of dire anguish fill my soul.
It strivels all that was good.
It wipes clean the slate of cleanliness.
I take heart in pain,
I enjoy the suffering of other helpless souls,
For is it not true-
They cause their own problems?
They walk in their own paths,
They stay on that course.
I laugh and mock,
At their pitiful attempt to survive.
I am a true man,
At least I am not a weak link like all the others,
Thus is there fate-
They are born pests,
They shall die as pests.
-----
Is this not so?
Is this not true?
That man, as pure and loving as he may be.
Deep within,
Roots of hate and inperfections swell.
What then-
What has protected us from becoming like that of,
Who we call-
Monsters.
Perhaps, is there not a doubt,
That being in this pure darkeness,
Is our truest form?

[andave_ya]

:wave: Wow, MW, that was really powerful and thought-provoking. The last verse is absolutely spine-tingling; and the sad thing is, it's true.

[PrinceMyshkin]

No one knows what a scuzz you are!
How you cheated on that final exam,
pocketed something at the local pharmacy,
made eyes at your wife’s or husband’s
best friend, or took the name
of your Lord in vain.

No one knows
that you are pond scum, a would-be tart

--or how much love you have in your heart...



J. Newman © 2006

[MysticalWriter]

:wave: Wow, MW, that was really powerful and thought-provoking. The last verse is absolutely spine-tingling; and the sad thing is, it's true.

Thank you. I was just revealed that not to long ago. It scared me and I had been pondering it last night (morning?).

[toni]

Wow 0_0 great poems, friends:nods:


The gremlins smiled at your dreams,
Away with the sun as it dies
At the sweet sound of your speech,
The choirs groaned in the altar
That bloom in your cheeks
The blood that you sold
The song that your heart sings
Thrown from the chords of Sun

06/25/07 toni

[PrinceMyshkin]

Wow 0_0 great poems, friends:nods:


The gremlins smiled at your dreams,
Away with the sun as it dies
At the sweet sound of your speech,
The choirs groaned in the altar
That bloom in your cheeks
The blood that you sold
The song that your heart sings
Thrown from the chords of Sun

06/25/07 toni

Marvellous poem! Every line sings but not so much that it takes away from the whole.

[toni]

aww... why thank you very much, Prince! :banana: :D

[Pendragon]

Never Alone (For Toni)

She wanders across the islands—
A warrior by birth and by choice.
She seeks out solitude in hidden lands—
A war song still echoes from her voice…
The katanas she bears cannot close an eye,
The Warrior-Maid searches for peace…
Maybe somewhere out there where the mountain meets sky,
She will at last find a place where she can sleep…
And she thinks that she hides it all away deep inside,
That her mental exercises have closed all the doors—
Has she never seen the black feathers at the path side,
Where someone walked the same road once before?
She stretches out hands and cries from the depths of her soul:
And a tiny black feather floats down into her hand to hold…

Pendragon
© 6/25/07

I had a feeling that you needed encouragement just now. Us Old Uncles are like that sometimes…

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[Bakiryu]

Face to Face

Morning
And the cool silver of mirrors
Sticking to my hands as icaressed.
A gasp.
A song.
A moment.
And we were face to face.

She had:
The golden eyes of a dreaming gypsy
The inky curls of climbing vines,
Soft lips ever welcoming
Curled back in acrid smile.

Naked skin glistening
Wet with invisible rain.
Ghostly fingers streching
Entering into me.

Traveling pale distances
Cursed with the curse of curves.
Death lay on her very essense
Love slept at her very eyes.

Pain trickled with every sentence
Wisdom leaked from every scar.
I screamed and hit this presence.
Shattering all.

Fell to the floor....
A flurry of broken bones
And split entrails
Strugling to stand up to stare at empty spaces

Only to realize that this ghost
Was a mirror
And the staring face of this demon
Was my own.

[Adolescent09]

The Means of an End

To tick harmony's clock of trenchent bongs,
is to face so blithe a world of wrongs,
where the aesthetic hoe reeps conflict.
and the poor quench air for gluttons.
Where tawdriness builds the tower of Derelict
and aspiration is the food of vice.

Where in this art if art it is
may chaste be birthed to life
how may pure phalanx malignance
if naught prevails but strife?

How may the remote of sangunity click,
if our stage is a presage of doom,
How can we pinpoint evil when all betwixt,
is a mirror of umbrageous gloom?

[NickAdams]

read think scroll stop ... write:
Mountains cast a shadow, earned
through generations-

[AdoreroDio]

Confusion



Whirling pictures
tumbling colors
hearts beat faster
fingers cold

life's decisions
heavy burdens
friendships shaken
loved ones needed

mind now empty
overflowing
spinning out
of control

head on collision
with another
thought thats racing
round

tired eyes
exhausted body
never stopping, never slowing
till the answer comes

Once was simple
now is troubled
life of joy
now life of pain

Confusion

[blazeofglory]

The lifeboat is what we sail on and on
Endlessly against the tides of time
And with this move we will construct a rhyme

Life is a journey of action
without it we will come upon only commotion
For a stagnant pool is found clean
the way a flowing river has all its sheen

To tide over waves is what we call life
With all its ebb and flow and strife

The boat must proceed on and on
for life is nothing but a flow of endless motion
Must go on and on

[lys]

i love you for the past
it made you who you are
i love you for the present
for the time we set apart
i love you for the future
because i know its worth the while