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Greetings fellow poets, aspiring writers, readers, and anyone else who may have stubled here. Welcome to my poetry page...guess what you can find here! For those of you that like to read em, indulge yourselves! You can find everything from my latest peoms to stuff that has been sent to me. For you writers, feel free to send me some of your work. I will be more than happy to post it. Well enjoy yourself kids and kiddies!
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Poetry
Few things help people express themselves as much as poetry. Whether its a love sonnet or describing a broken heart, poetry serves as a great escape. There is no such thing as a bad poem, as long as it is sincere. Some of my poetry is written for class, while other poetry of mine was just a product of how i was feeling. some express joy, others express pain, but all i think express me. I enjoy sharing my poetry with other people cuz i believe that it helps express another side of me. i would love to see some of your work as well! |
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More Archieves
The Rape of a Beatle on a December Night---------
Today his spectacles possess no eyes,
His lonely piano awaits q player never to return,
An empty silence replaces his hopeful voice,
And countless dreams go undreamt and songs remain unsung.
Looking back on that night of terrible loss,
I often ask why it had to be.
For had he just lived, think of what could’ve been.
Imagine it all, even though some say I’m a dreamer too.
But if is only if and nothing more I’m sad to say.
People can’t undo their terrible deeds of waste.
Six blasts from a gun forever silenced him dead
As his blood, mixed with dreams, spilled to the floor.
While the tears owned by his wife fled each of her eyes,
A man named Mark turned around and went away.
And as this devil’s best friend fled from his mortal sin,
The world lost its English friend named John.
As word came about of this December night rape,
Our green and blue rock stopped silently still.
Shock mixed with rage to fill that midnight crisp sky,
Under which crowds of many gathered to mourn.
Months changed to years as seasons came and went.
Though John had long since left this world of dark,
His hopes and dreams lived on to light the way
As only needing love echoed throughout our hearts.
John is still gone, as sad as that may be.
But he may still live, for it’s up to us.
Let’s give peace a chance and imagine all the people,
So from the sky above he’ll look down and smile.
-------A Time to Die----------
As I walk down that tree road,
which I always forget where it is and
whose ground lies covered in leaves,
my thoughts fly off into the sky.
Where I now walk,
forgotten by time,
a war battle for the grounds
that my shoes now trample upon took place.
By that tree,
the one bleeding her apples
from her branch fingers,
children play with human dolls
that they call friends.
As I hear the wind,
the voice of the trees
of whom I know well,
I wonder if they speak wisdom words
for me to know and others not?
Suddenly my eyes jolt unshut,
and as the windows of my head re-adjust,
the trees vanish and I see a room
with many onlookers,
and now I remember it all!
Electricity races through my body
as I pay for my crimes…..
What more can she ask? What more can we do?
So old, so bitter, each day after day she sits herself.
She lives with the pain of sending father to the ground,
While he rots below Earth as she rots above,
Consumed in her bitter ways.
Now in our middle years, we brothers still age.
With work everyday, we feed all the mouths,
Our strength and our love has come from the hours a week,
Often many a day.
And for all our sweat we gave for her,
What did she return? Only excuses.
She’s our stepmother, claiming our blood as well.
But the blood of our proud name bleeds dropless in her.
As our true parent she can never succeed.
She killed our dear father, calls herself mother.
Her boys we are not.
The love of our family we brothers now share,
With none left for a family’s lie.
Winter Marsh
As I gaze outside to see nature’s pure, white gown,
the one she wears yearly with such fine elegance,
I swallow my warmed soup as I sip my HazelNut Coffee.
Oh where have all my years gone to hide in exile?
With my youngest days already buried in the ground,
A salty icicle betrays my experienced watchers.
Never again will I stare out from these foggy windows
to bear witness to my lovely flowers in bloom.
For soon enough a rock will house my engraved name upon it.
If only I could struggle an armful of my youth away
from time’s grasp, or somehow rinse away
this wrinkled old skin as easily as natures sheds away
her white dress to give birth to new life.
But if is only if and nothing more,
For men can’t unwind the clocks of age.
So now soup, coffee, and I share this floor
on nature’s frigid stage, death on a winter’s marsh.
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Time to Go Back Into the Archieves
TOMMORROW'S TODAY
While the seconds tick as the world does turn,To where time went is what i try and learn.For how it did seem so not long ago,I was out with dad learning how to throw.Was it not just a day or to before,
When mom brought home that toy, which I still adore?
But however so short it does now seem,
I also do know that today's no dream.
And through these times there's always been a friend,Whose always been there till the very end.
A friend is priceless I've always heard said.
I know this true now, as she's never fled.
And as this day does near its final close,
Towards a future we go, which no one knows.
The constant to be found through all these ends,
Is you Jessica, my dearest of friends.----------
CHEESE STICKS IN MAY----------
Direct from hell to here now again,
Down and out was I, always back then.
All was bleak in my desperate hour,
As all that was me did then turn sour.
But then she was there, my friend to be,
Restoring a life that once was me.
Away did she part my clouds to view,
A greatly changed soul, now shinning through.
At dinner that night, now long since past,
I met a great friend to always last.
And now my dear friend, this do I know say,
Oh thanks my stars, for cheese sticks in may.-------
--SHOOTING STAR----
A shooting star, but oh so far, Up in the sky, so very high. Once it was near, I shed a tear. Once it was bright, Oh what a sight. Now it is dim, I light for him.Now it is dark, she left her mark. Not on my skin, but on the in. For it is my heart that is apart. And cracked it is, a dark abyss. And there it goes, where no one knows. A shooting star, but oh to far!--------- ODE TO MY DEPARTED FRIEND--------
It was mid-December when he died away, Oh what a loss that dark and dreary day.
Even Satan himself did shed a tear, He was quite a good friend and ever so dear. The smile he wore did never leave his face, Once he did bring light to this darkened place. He always said for alltime he would last, But that was in a time now long since past. Could he have ever seen what brought his death, A knife in his heart and that final breath. His loyalty and love was what he swore, A hole in his heart is what she then tore. Oh how could my dear friend just fall and die? That dear friend of whom I speak was caled I.
------DAYS PAST AND OLD-----
Oh here in the now these ruins I see,All that remains left of what once was me.In a daze do I search for some past clue,But all that I find are fragments of you.Yet look over there, I do see a part,Could it be whats left of a saddened heart!Please do tell me now, how can this be real?
Explain to me this, what did she not steal?
My soul, my heart, and my lovingness too,
In the mirror I ask, that there is who?
Yes who I am now, this do I know not.
Might this be a trick, or some hellish plot?
When all is then said as night does grow cold,
Do I now long for days past and old!
------Fluffy, Forgotten Friends------
When these two eyes of mine gaze above from the confines of Earth to see a darkened blue sky,
I know I can always find my age-old friends that seldom leave and flee away to a far off place.
Each day these eyelids up above close the world’s most golden eye that has watched us all,
While as the night comes they keep a lonely moon company amongst the many stars of space
Oh clouds that bring my shade every day as this world turns and turns,
What might I do without your friendly shade that I have loved for all my life?
For how you do love to share your cooling shade with the world below and its many inhabitants,
Oh clouds that so often cry with many tears on this saddened world of dirt and rock,
Have I made you so sad that on my sunshine today you must cry?
For if it’s I that’s brought your flooding tears to this ground below my feet upon which I walk,
And if it’s I that’s saddened you on this dreary day that’s filled with your wrath of anger,
Then my apologies to you I continually profess in hopeless vein to re-win your favor.
Oh clouds that so often fly above this busy and restless world,
Where do you hide when you’re not floating above with troubles fewer than a child’s?
For if the sun’s far too hot for you during a day in the middle of the month of June,
And if you seek the audience of a shade that we so often take for granted and which you give,
Then who offers you this wonderfully cooling shade under which you too can run and play?
Oh clouds of the sky up so very high what brings you to reside above this world of ours?
Might you serve as the spots of white on the blue canvas of an artist greater than all of us,
Or perhaps you hide the diamond gates, that we call stars, which hold the dreams of man?
When your thunder roars across the sky on days that hide the crystal blue eternity above,
What makes yell in anger to the world you watch?
Might you conceal within your clouds the raging battle of good with evil through night and day
Or perhaps you speak the voice of God and share in his anger with mankind below the heavens?
Oh clouds that shoot out across the sky such wonderful bolts of electric light,
Might these energetic illuminations be your children whom you continually give birth too,
Or perhaps they serve as your fingers with which you touch the rock that we call Earth?
Oh Clouds whose quiet breath can whisper the leaves from the many trees,
What might you say if only we could hear and listen to your ancient words of wisdom?
Perhaps you’d tell of where you’ve been, who you’ve meet, and history you’ve seen,
Or might you share the many secrets which you know and we don’t?
Oh clouds so often we take you so much for granted, dear, dear friends,
Without you up above we would not have the shade to love that you give so generously to us all,
Without you up above we would not have your tears of life to use when you cry to us here,
Without you up above we would not have our eternal friends who have always joined us,
For the clouds above have remained through times of thick and thin.
So never again, I swear to you my friends,
So never again will I look to the heavens above without gratitude for all you do for me and all.
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Uncle’s Life Long Ambition: He’s a Bum
Throughout each sunny spring day
and autumn chilled night, as
my smoked high mind does
wander away and into an
endless abyss of pointless shit
that some call thoughts, I
ponder the life that you
once lived and then just threw away.
As easily as discarding
a shattered glass into a
can of trash, you flushed your
wife, your life, and all the rest
right down the toilet.
Fitting, I suppose.
Tell me now, how could it
be that you bleed my very
same blood, blood redder than any fire
that fills the darkest depths of
any hell. Oh it is you, my dear,
dear uncle, who brings to me a shame
with an abyss greater than
the steepest canyon or deepest
ocean on this tiny blue ball
spinning itself away. You
worthless bum, in your mirror when
you look and see, is the
mirror so ashamed at what it
must show that it lies to your
lazy eyes? If only you could
witness the useless waste,
the shit that is who you are and that we all see.
Then , just maybe then, you might
get off your lazy ass, buy some
pride, take a shower, and….
Oh hell why don’t you just go away!
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Santino's Latests: Silent Words (November 29, 2000)
Silent Words
Here I sit, gazing at this glowing white square of eptiness,
While I suffocate with anticipation
That strangles my ever fiber.
My ten life-long companions
prepare to harmoniously transcribe
The many words my brain has to speak
to this blank screen.
Locked away within this prison atop my shoulders
I often hear the screaming cries of thoughts
seeking freedom from their bondage.
Yet, just as often, these prisoners
possess a deafening silence,
Echoless like the sound of a feather
falling carelessly to the floor.
Tapping my foot restlessly on the floor,
Like a doctor awaiting an anytime arriving patient,
I prepare to perform surgery with my words
Upon the blankness of this screen.
Everyone knows the words to speak,
But I seek more,Something to say
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Poems Sent by Viewers Like You!
A POEM BY COURTNEY L. JARDINE-----UNTITLED------Walk with me in the shadows As we reminisce the jaundiced past. And the years that have somehow managed to slip away, Exist only in the pages of our velveteen journals. And the labyrinthine recesses of our mind remember the night and the caffeinated affects its presence had upon our souls. We would walk and laugh, Making references to stories, adventures, and the more than occasional midnight rendezvous, incidents our parents will never learn about, and codes no one else could possible decipher. We would walk for miles down darkened streets, Tripping gracefully over cobblestones, Attempting British accents, And belting out the lyrics to our favorite songs, Each reflecting our unique tastes, styles, and eccentricities that make us even more the defined individuals we are. We had the classic extroverts, daredevil, live for life partiers alongside the more reserved with bottled emotions and hidden agendas. Yet we are so alike, intelligent, determined, beautiful, and ever so modest; We reveled in our gifts and powers, dreamed perhaps a bit too often, and always wished on the brightest stars. And just as fate brought us together, our paths will twist apart in time as we fulfill our destinies and find the loves, joys, and lives we had always hoped. Yet we will forever have the memories of our moments on the wet sand of the beach leaving behind four pairs of footprints. And though the cerulean ocean will soon erase our trails, we will have known they were there and that will be enough. |
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