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Post by riverman on May 18, 2006 0:05:57 GMT
Solemn Sunday morning forms
bent for pleading on God knees,
all for grace +++++vertical aimless.
Head rest on hands, elbows dimple sheets
mopping up the dust with your skyway need.
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Post by LaFille on May 20, 2006 1:26:36 GMT
Hello, riverman. Thanks for posting your poem.  Do you use to write regularly? If so, you might want to post your works in the Stories & Poetry Section here.  |
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Post by riverman on May 21, 2006 11:33:44 GMT
oops. for some reason i thought this was the proper area, i'll get it right next time thanks
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Post by LaFille on May 21, 2006 19:29:37 GMT
Hey, no problem riverman. Some post them in both; there on the stories & poetry board and we have one where they sometimes linked to or posted some of theirs in ( here, if you're interested in reading). |
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Post by Shan on May 25, 2006 17:56:37 GMT
wow, riverman, i had no idea you wrote poetry. thanks for sharing it with us. it's very good. please feel free to post some more of your work. we would love to read them. feel free to post them in this thread if you want. shan |
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Post by riverman on May 26, 2006 5:21:15 GMT
On the streets and in the doorways
I see them ducking out of view
Are you really there~ in my dreams of that night
under the yellow moonlight
reading that paper disguised as the Sun
Now I hear the places ~ where silence used to be
The engines are taking over~ silence is not pleased
Hostile droning culpability.
___I mainly like the second part of this
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Post by riverman on May 26, 2006 5:24:34 GMT
We in front of screens , red sun signs
Easter face island eyes
Hoping for the rising
creations firefly.
Baby Einstein's laughing
they never have the time
calculate eternity with their shoes untied
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Post by riverman on May 26, 2006 5:27:04 GMT
The angels descend
Top shelf life
One house, four S.U.V's
Top shelf life
Cell phone glued to your face
Top shelf , empty shell.
It's not that I care
I'm only surrounded
You all live so well
I'm no mentalist , but I can see
the tree's
The flowers and I choking
on your stinking S.U.V.
Cell phone glued to your face
I wish you would meet the tree
Head On
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Post by riverman on May 26, 2006 5:29:24 GMT
I became lost in a desert
for a lifetime I could find
no shade
Sun sickened by poison haze.
I looked to my left , there I saw
a Fish, and it could barely breath.
What are you doing here I ask , there's
no water here and you are a fish
So are you he told me, and
I could barely breath.
So long I have gone with nothing to sustain me
The Son has called me, will I ever listen, turn around
and swim
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Post by riverman on May 26, 2006 5:30:36 GMT
I'm no poet but I just enjoy a phrase or two , since they are mostly short I posted a few...
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Post by riverman on May 26, 2006 5:34:25 GMT
This one is about a very current topic...
Power of one , Your arm & me
your uncle's easy enemy
One pre teen prophecy
God's early dawn
One world , to rush too soon
The proof is in the trees
or it's paper fancy
it's a green scheme, the wise men dance in the garden
they stay off the street , they all agree,
We are the actors in their Dream
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Post by riverman on May 26, 2006 5:38:01 GMT
wow, riverman, i had no idea you wrote poetry. thanks for sharing it with us. it's very good. please feel free to post some more of your work. we would love to read them. feel free to post them in this thread if you want. shan Thank you !! |
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Post by Shan on May 27, 2006 15:53:58 GMT
I'm no poet but I just enjoy a phrase or two , since they are mostly short I posted a few... No poet, couldn't prove it by me or what you posted. Great phrase or two as you call them. I really like what you write. Any thoughts of publishing them some day? |
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Post by riverman on May 27, 2006 16:08:10 GMT
I would love to publish something, I'm not really sure how to go about it. Any advice you might have would be great!
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Post by riverman on May 27, 2006 16:40:18 GMT
I posted this one in the poetry forum but for continuity , here too..
A cedar tree empire
standing tall beside garage clutter
remains
Remnants of a Rembrandt life wished lived
The Rats riegn
they find a wrapped nemesis
Which leaves them free ~ to cast their
shadows over the never was
The mountain never seemed so high
at the base they scurry to begin
They will bring the fresh beasts~ usher them in
smiling with eyes a wide plunder
they witness all of sin
Yellow teeth burrow beneath karmic skin.
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Post by riverman on Jun 1, 2006 23:16:49 GMT
I need a vacation!
Away
from sirens and engines ~ all silence invaded
away
from time itself
it's ticking banter
eating my eyes like cancer
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Post by Shan on Jun 2, 2006 1:44:00 GMT
Wish I could help there, but I have no idea how to go about it either.  |
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Post by Shan on Jun 2, 2006 1:45:31 GMT
Two more great ones riverman. I read the first one in the other thread. Glad you decided to post it here too. |
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Post by riverman on Jun 2, 2006 2:41:28 GMT
Thanks again , I guess less profesional poetry has been published haha
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Post by LaFille on Jun 2, 2006 3:33:53 GMT
You're good, riverman. My favorite is the one "about a very current topic". For being published... I guess the trick is to make your works circulate, to submit them to magazines that plublish writings (the first one that pops in my head is the Reader's Digest), places where "talent hunters" look, editors... I heard that provided some money you can publish yourself, but I don't know how/where to do that... And there's always the net that's a privileged door on the world, too, in any case. |
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