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Poems from One Word

 
 
spikepipsqueak
 
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Reply Fri 21 Nov, 2008 05:28 pm
@verbivore,
Serenity

Simple attractive concept.
Hard won elusive goal.
Like the happiness quest
We encounter that tough
Hedonist Paradox.

We cannot acquire it
By seeking it direct.
Only by letting go
By trusting to blind fate
And our own good offices.

I'd like to take a drug
But where's the dare? the craic?
We muddle through leaning
On ourselves and learning
The truth in that cliche,
The Serenity Prayer.


modified


Izzie
 
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Reply Fri 21 Nov, 2008 08:39 pm
@verbivore,
verbivore wrote:

Bridge the distance of hatred with love
Bring to the patrons of war a dove
Bridge the crack of indifference with smiles
Smashing those rocks of selfish wiles
Bridge your way to the lesser blessed
They are but the Lord's conscience tests
Bridge the void between heaven and earth
As you forgo your pleasures for others mirth


Beautiful vegemite.... your heart is on your sleeve. Understand completely. Keep writing. x
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Izzie
 
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Reply Fri 21 Nov, 2008 08:41 pm
@spikepipsqueak,
spikepipsqueak wrote:

Serenity

Simple attractive concept.
Hard won elusive goal.
Like the happiness quest
We encounter that tough
Hedonist Paradox.

We cannot acquire it
By seeking it direct.
Only by letting go
By trusting to blind fate
And our own good offices.

I'd like to take a drug
But where's the dare? the craic?
We muddle through leaning
On ourselves and learning
The truth in that cliche,
The Serenity Prayer.


missed ya Spike... hugs gal. x




modified
spikepipsqueak
 
  1  
Reply Fri 21 Nov, 2008 11:32 pm
@Izzie,
Quote:
missed ya Spike... hugs gal. x


Thanks Izzie. Soaking that up.

You coping?




spikepipsqueak
 
  1  
Reply Tue 23 Dec, 2008 08:35 pm
@spikepipsqueak,
I can see "modify" didn't find favour. I'll use it up and offer something else.

This year we modify our celebration
Remove the crass acquisitive
Call to elation.
In favour of something more pensive.


cheer
verbivore
 
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Reply Wed 24 Dec, 2008 06:03 am
@spikepipsqueak,
Its time for us to cheer
As xmas eve is near
Let differences clear
And boundaries fear
Coz this eve of cheer
The Lord himself here
And we are all but one pear Smile

Memory
Sglass
 
  1  
Reply Thu 25 Dec, 2008 03:36 am
@verbivore,
Memories of love and lust
Lie quietly waiting
To be aroused by a
gentle touch or
a remembered word

lust
spikepipsqueak
 
  1  
Reply Fri 26 Dec, 2008 06:01 pm
@Sglass,
Sorry, Shakespeare.

The expense of spirit in a bloody good idea
Is lust in action. A better way
To expose and touch the core
Than just to say.


ebay
verbivore
 
  1  
Reply Mon 29 Dec, 2008 02:37 am
@spikepipsqueak,
Anything is sold on Ebay
Atleast thats what they say
Be it beauty or..virginity
Or worse even humanity
Is for sale they do say
Exclusively in this Ebay
Will all the Gold tht i can weigh
Fetch a selfless heart from Ebay
I wanna selfless heart from Ebay
If selfless, then why come for sale!

Heart

((Spikepipsqueak - give us a lil easier ones pls ;P))
spikepipsqueak
 
  1  
Reply Mon 29 Dec, 2008 04:07 am
@verbivore,
Hard to tell what's easy and what isn't - but you certainly did a good job on that one! Smile
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Sglass
 
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Reply Wed 31 Dec, 2008 02:03 am
@verbivore,
Hark, hark my heart
when I see my hart
dashing through the
woods
His head thrown back
in obvious delight that
I am in my first esstros
and that we will soon
mate
In the light of the
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Sglass
 
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Reply Wed 31 Dec, 2008 02:11 am
@verbivore,

Hark, hark my heart
when I see my hart
dashing through the
woods
His head thrown back
in obvious delight that
I am in my first estrous
and that we will soon
mate
In the light of the
waning moon.


parnoid
Izzie
 
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Reply Wed 31 Dec, 2008 10:25 pm
@Sglass,
Happy New Year Spike...... wishing you the best New Year and 2009 x
solipsister
 
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Reply Wed 31 Dec, 2008 11:15 pm
@Sglass,
parnoid (sic)

Knowing that the second 'a'
Plots abyssal void
Turning out so reckoned they
What grandeur parnoid.

ennui
Rockhead
 
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Reply Wed 31 Dec, 2008 11:20 pm
@solipsister,
ennui could set us free
boredom is as it will be.
never known for repartee,
you never know, but please don't flee.



unspoken
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spikepipsqueak
 
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Reply Thu 1 Jan, 2009 01:30 am
@Izzie,
Izzie said
Quote:
Happy New Year Spike...... wishing you the best New Year and 2009 x


The very same to you, Izzie. I hope you have a wondrous year and a fantastic trip to look forward to. Thank you for your sweetness and kindness in 2008. Hugs.

And to all who read this I wish a fascinating, rewarding year and my thanks for making 2008 fascinating and rewarding for me.


What's put in words is
Laid out plain for good or ill.
A love declared,
A contract made,
A promise to be broken.

Sometimes honesty's
A bitter pill.
We take it for our health,
But there are times some words
Are better left unspoken.


Joy
verbivore
 
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Reply Fri 2 Jan, 2009 02:47 am
@spikepipsqueak,
joy is what i sought for
when friend, you asked for more
Joy..perhaps lies with you, i guessed
when friend, you so passionately kissed
Joy, is what again i searched for
when dear, my heart you tore
And now as i chose solitude
I wished joy my last adieu

forlorn
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Sglass
 
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Reply Mon 5 Jan, 2009 12:24 am
@Sglass,
Spike you commented " Sorry, Shakespeare" on the bit of dribble I posted, would you care to elaborate?
spikepipsqueak
 
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Reply Mon 5 Jan, 2009 06:19 am
@Sglass,
Hi SGlass.

My "sorry Shakespeare" wasn't a comment on your piece, which I really enjoyed, by the way. It was a "with apologies to" because the first bit of my piece was a gentle parody of that bit from Measure for Measure where he says

"The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action....."

I've always wanted to smack Shakespeare around the chops for having one of his characters say anything so dopey. Smile

You'd swear he squawked
“Wha'd I do!”
As his mum bowled
Him off his feet
For accepting food
Without her say,

Looked so forlorn
And downtrodden.
Fought to his feet
And winged straight up
To where I stood,
To ask again
For more minced meat.



play
verbivore
 
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Reply Wed 7 Jan, 2009 04:10 am
@spikepipsqueak,
I knew you master in the game
I wasnt deaf to all the ill fame
I knew you'd have your way
I knew with hearts you play

But a painful game it proved to be
To be doted and thrown in the sea

But I know with me you have ur way
And i still love to watch you play
It aint pain that bothers me
As much as this bothering need

But a painful game it proves to be
To be doted and thrown in the sea

hurt
 

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