Don't sue me Michael Buffer,
but are you ready to rumble?
The moral majority
can grumble all they want
about sex and violence
in the WWE, but what do we see?
Young folks,
voting for Bush,
because they watch wrestling,
Power slam, slam dunk,
torch song
for an empire in decline.
Spontaneous poetry
I Blame You
Throughout my entire life men have used me.
My father who left before I was born only to return as a stranger,
My mother's boyfriend who abused me when I was thirteen,
The man who raped me in an elevator when I was nineteen,
and all the others who called themselves my lovers,
but in reality loved only themselves,
I blame you.
I blame you for making me what I am today, incapable of trust,
love, and affection, grasping and needy.
I blame all of you for making me a shell of a woman.
So don't ask me why, look to yourselves. You have damaged me
beyond repair, and now you say I'm not worthy of love.
Let the blame attach to those who deserve it.
I blame you.
That's a tough one for me to respond to, Mischa. If it is a statement of personal experience I hope things get better for you.
I saw it on the sea
A red flag for me
Three spouted whale
It seemed stout and hale
But it swallowed all the waves
I saw it eye the shore
Where the White House stood and more
It blew until all was spent
On the graceless president
Then eluded all his knaves
it sailed into the sunset
in a sweet romantic wind
the credits rolled
as the music rose
then the movie had to end
fever pitch the wind does blow
cool the breath that lets me know
fall is here...
leaves that cling to limbs turned down
grass decaying with patches brown
summer dies...
Christmas in whispers
Whispered on the wind
In days out of hand
We feel it coming
To a tiny drumming
Joy that quickly fills
Our hearts and then spills
Worldwide
Christmas tide
Full and proud
Trumpets loud
Peace
for all to find their way
as the star guides us through this night
as we end the urge to fight
it's Christmas time again
Quietly,
as gentle music flows
as candles find their end
as snow flakes brush the wind
it's Christmas time again
Love
to all who feel the magic
as gifts are freely given
as life is worth the livin'
it's Christmas time again
When Santa pants
Atop my roof
As reindeer prance
On tiny hoofs
My digital camera
Coldly waits
Santa enters
Head first
Tipped by antlers
To the mirth
Of digital animus
He deflates
Santa
Reindeer, mitts and presents
Over the hills and deserts
All in a twinkling
Chocolate-eye children
Awaking by the million
Smiles a-crinkling
Praise Santa
edgar
tiptoeing down the stairs
little eyes barely open from sleep
hoping to see dear Santa Clause
if only just to peek
cookies have all been eaten
an empty milk glass sits beside the plate
a bounty of presents under the tree
is proof he wasn't late
Contrasting with the latest tendency of the thread...
Waterfalls,
Inside my head
Falling Down
To my own death
Drowning in,
A sea of fear
Eager to
Just dissappear
And I close
My eyes to sleep
And I find
The words I keep
In my mind
That you said
The night before
In my bed
They killed my love
But not my lust
It was my first
But not my last
Jealousy
Left behind
Memories
Yet to find
Now I shout
To the four winds
Hear me roar
Hear me scream
Room for all kinds, JoeFX. Welcome.
Just stopped in for a moment. Happy Thanksgiving edgar...and to all my creative writing friends
thoughts we think
hopes we keep
dreams we create
prayers we make
souls we take
Edar says
'I love a mix
bring them on
Learn me
new tricks'
then with a finger
alongside his nose
he squinted and giggled
then to the rooftop
he rose
he said through his laughter
doug, this poem
really blows
Oh well.....I started out good
Almost frget
Merry Xmas to all and to all a good morning
Merry Christmas, and good afternoon.
Your rhymes are wonderful--
and friendship a delight
As I read I'm amazed
At your caring insight!!
Spontaneously, I smile....
then smile broader.
And sense I am reading quality thoughts. Heavenly sigh!!!
