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oneself
diminishes
as loss arrives screeching
black trains, frozen quiet mountains,
derailed

derailed
my train of thought
leaves the tracks, roams across
sun-drenched meadows beneath blue clouds,
what bliss

what bliss
is to be found
within a man's own home,
warmth, food, love and if he's lucky
good books

Good books
Create mayhem
In my wallet forlorn
Yet I'll be a happy poor with
New friends

new friends
bring refreshment
to weary, heavy hearts,
showering passionate novelty
round 'bout

round 'bout
the shady stool
partners meet in greetings
sipping brew by frosted glasses,
jolly.

Jolly
Cloaked in crimson
Spotted with cookie crumbs
Gaunt, sun-burned faces forgotten
Far south

far south,
deep in Dixie,
she flaunts her lovely wares.
golden tresses, fancy dresses...
her dance

Her dance
Chorus of cries
Swayed in rosy plump arms
Rocking chair cradling worn duet
Baby

Baby
Heart of my heart
No words you speak but yet
You share the universal joy
With me.

With me
Fingertips merge
And together we share
Love's insidious trickery
Mutual

Mutual
in mulchy mud
marrows and cucumbers
multiply, magnify themselves,
mellow.

Mellow
Long time walking
Nestling head in my lap
Furry flap hangs over his eye
Snoring

snoring
shoving sliding
tossing turning inner
screaming drifting dreaming quiet
at last

At last
Hero's demise
Their diabolic plans
Unfolded in their excitement
Escape

Escape,
the final dream,
the child slivered in sweat,
bed the mangled container of
nightmares.

Nightmares
Pale eyes staring
from the mirror's shining
silver surface, withered faces
crumble.

crumble
and toss away
dreams on paper are meant
for crushing, or squashed in pockets
and washed

And washed
clothes may be worn
again, for they are free
of stain or fault, metaphor of
my soul.

My soul
opaque eyeball
cushion to the windy
scream, everlasting entity,
blown dust.

blown dust
dry tumbleweed
red sandy cliffs and caves
copper green hills and rock-strewn gulch
desert

desert
empty echoes
of past sins we regret
dance on winds of souls forgiveness
then gone

then gone
years of wild youth
leaving love's heart breathless
watching sunrises through life's mists
of hope

Of hope
and joy I sing,
high over the cornfields,
lifting your heart with my wild song.
Skylark

skylark
dance of pale leaves
autumn skies of dropped cloth
trees dress

trees dress
bright silk colors
red, yellow, purple, gold
Did Jackie Frost go by?
Magic...

Magic
Fire worshippers
Seek good deeds, good thoughts, good
Actions, to make a house of songs,
Asha.

asha
or ash, you pick
perhaps it is mere dust
motes, that carry a train of thought
to dirt

to dirt
we must return
from which we were formed
ashes to ashes, dust to dust—
forever

Uh...problems here....From where do I take it?

eternity awaiting us...
yet nobody
dares wait in this black place
chanting in tongues of pale wing angels
heaven

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Originally Posted by Laindessiel

Uh...problems here....From where do I take it?

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to dirt
we must return
from which we were formed
ashes to ashes, dust to dust—
Eternity awaiting for us...

What'd I do? http://smilies.vidahost.com/cwm/big/cry.gif

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Heaven,
Land of eternal golden day
Streets of pure gold
Angel choir singing
Joyous music

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Originally Posted by Pendragon

Heaven,
Land of eternal golden day
Streets of pure gold
Angel choir singing
Joyous music

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it's supposed to be in
2
4
6
8
2 format

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Originally Posted by x894565256

it's supposed to be in
2
4
6
8
2 format

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Thank you. I was going on words, not syllables. A different form, I suppose. That can be jumbled any way, but you have to have say, one word, two, three, four, five-- if you start then at three words, you'd go 3, 4, 5, 2, 1 and so on. My bad, two different forms. Let me fix this poem.

Heaven,
Sweet Forever
Streets of purest gold
Angelic choir singing softly
Joyous

I think I counted right! :)

Success Uncle Pen! http://www.cosgan.de/images/smilie/liebe/f025.gif

Joyous
Melancholy
Of the heavens' trumpets
Swing and slide 'gether, back and forth.
Holy.

Holy
Sitting apart
From life's hugger-mugger
In calm contemplation of the
Navel.

Navel
oranges drip
sweetness and bitterness
philosophy in a thick rind
cast off

to dirt
I am to go
whether restless somber
doubting hoping faithful I die
alone

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how's that???

Um, nevermind . . . :D

alone
no one beside
me as I travel the path
hurting my feet on sharp little rocks—
painful