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Posted on Fri, Aug 19, 2005 00:31


wwwww123 write:
I like words with messages. Otherwise not.



Most poems have messages. It is the epitome of observation and thought.Takes alot more to write poetry than prose.



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Posted on Thu, Aug 18, 2005 02:14

I like words with messages. Otherwise not.



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Posted on Wed, Aug 17, 2005 23:39


wwwww123 write:
Love is like a candle
blowing in the wind.

The light of our life,
our happiness,
and love,

or the darkness,
and sadness,
of our loss

We must strive
to protect
our love candles

from the storms
of our unions,
and life




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5W,
Good try , so u are enjoying poetry or at least copying poetry then?

little rhymes
for all times
keeps the mind nimble
the heart palpable

dedicated to a newbie from me :)



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Posted on Wed, Aug 17, 2005 23:26

Love is like a candle
blowing in the wind.

The light of our life,
our happiness,
and love,

or the darkness,
and sadness,
of our loss

We must strive
to protect
our love candles

from the storms
of our unions,
and life




copyright bc 1988-2005 all right reserved



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Posted on Fri, Aug 12, 2005 22:27

My heart beats,
and my mind races.

The longing wells up,
and my spirit paces.

Sad and alone,
through a desert I walk.

Wishing you were here,
wishing we could talk.

Whenever I am where you are not,
my feelings of emptiness wash me away.

For days I wander, hoping you to see,
the memory of you is a moment,
but the moment will never stay.



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Posted on Fri, Aug 12, 2005 10:01


maayan write:
Bonnie, I guess enjoy them while you can, is the philosophy to have for our kids. I can understand the MTV plan, but getting married at your son's age -he is very optimistic!!!



HOpe the air is not so bad in KL..son calmed down and trying to get job to pay me back..would take him a lifetime if he is just working in a comic shop...yes first love is so painfully naive..



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Posted on Wed, Aug 10, 2005 20:06


maayan write:

It is my pleasure sharing his poems Bonnie. I want to say, despite your profession, you are such a gifted writer. Such clarity in thought, such beauty in presentation. I miss reading more of yours in the forum. Knew you been busy. Travel well ok.

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thanks Maayan..have been too busy with my wayward son. Just got into London and he announced he is doing this MTV music video which some director is investing in him and he wants to get married having runaway home on a ticket he bought with my credit card..and got home to throw a party with his friends without my permission...He is putting all my legal and mothering experience to the ultimate test!
Did not have time to go up north to KL..was completely stressed out by this son of mine..unconditional love sure needs redefining here..could well write a play out of this episode..



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Posted on Wed, Aug 03, 2005 01:46

I dont know that I would really call this a poem as it is so short. I wanted to give a lady flowers, but wanted something unique to put on the card.

This is what I came up with.

The Red Rose is like an Eagle.
The White is like a Dove.
The Red Rose screams of Passion,
And the White whispers of Love.

Needless to say I gave her one red and one white rose with the card.



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Posted on Mon, Aug 01, 2005 23:27

I wrote this poem long ago....when I was in love with my first true love...probably my last, but hopefully not....
"Why am I looking at you like this?
Only because I want to watch your lips..
two pieces of overipe fruit part as your
words slide slowly over your tongue
I memorize them"



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Posted on Mon, Jun 13, 2005 00:27

I know you are made of sterner stuff
through the rough and tough
I sieve for gold in the muddy pan
through buckets of golddiggers, the independent man.

dedicated to all on MM..:)



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Posted on Sun, Jun 12, 2005 15:57

Thanks Maayan for sharing that lovely poem..I can see why you were both such a romantic couple...
We were two mercenary wordsmiths only writing for money..nothing aesthetic at all..
dry reams of dusty legal papers that would drive entire roomful of pin-stripe suited men to doze off at meetings that span through the night...the only time anyone would read those stuff again was when there is a dispute...



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Posted on Thu, Jun 09, 2005 08:41

nice Maayan that you will remember him thru his poems..I wish my husband did that..instead of dry reams of legal contracts..



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Posted on Wed, May 11, 2005 10:06


champagnepowder write:
I didn't doubt, just questioned. Ever considered working for Hallmark...LOL.

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NO they are too cheesy for me..I would probably do and print my own someday soon...mine I hope are more sophisticated...lol

I make personalised ones just for friends, one of a kind..and they all treasure them or mount them as pictures..just in case I get famous..:)



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Posted on Wed, May 11, 2005 07:47

I didn't doubt, just questioned. Ever considered working for Hallmark...LOL.

Roses are red
Violets are blue

ok, I won't go there.



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Posted on Tue, May 10, 2005 13:08

Champayne,
Why do you doubt that it is not mine..I was a published poet since 16..wrote for mercenary reasons only..lol
Poetry is a much forgotten form of literary expression , a dying art which I would love to see revive..I usually compose rhymo-grams for friends' birthdays..an alternative to stripo-gram which all my friends love..
would love to use them as lyrics to songs too if only I was more musical..

Shared pain
LOve's gain
Passion coupled
Happiness doubled
Expenses expand
romantically grand
marriage matched
lovers attached...

dedicated to all on this site...:)



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Posted on Tue, May 10, 2005 08:47

Thanks Bonnie and Petite.

Bonnie, that was short but it spoke volumes. Is that yours??

That is one thing I always try to stay true to. I would hate to wake up one day on my death bed and wish I would have opened my eyes and tried to experience life. I think that's what being passionate is all about (not just sexual passion) but passion in life. Sharing that with someone just makes it even better.

Thanks for sharing

  


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Posted on Tue, May 10, 2005 01:08

Champagne,
NIce to have a man who appreciates poetry and writes it too.not many men these days bother to express themselves in such fine well thought out words...but they all have no time to stand and stare let alone put thoughts to paper...

Time-
the precursor
of Man's world
unknown, un-quantifiable
he squanders it
on his death bed
wondering
where he has spent it
clawing, clasping
for the last grain
as the sand of time
slips through his fingers
leaving behind
desperate emptiness..



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Posted on Mon, May 09, 2005 18:48

That is a beautiful poem champagne...very romantic.



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Posted on Mon, May 09, 2005 18:15

I posted this in another forum but it fits here too!! Enjoy....

Thoughts spin and wonder
Created and constructed
Around a vision
A woman
Soft
Sweet
Sensual
Smooth
My emotions
Wow
Amazing
Bliss
Can not control
Don?t want to control
The yearning, burning, wanting, longing
All
Around a vision
A woman
Entered my existence
Grabbed my heart
And
.
.
Gently, softly
Pulled it into hers
Her touch
My body
Melting
Her look
Enters my soul
Feeling her energy
My spirit ascends
Realizing
This vision
This woman
Reality
Has come to be
A love seen in dreams
But never felt
IT is here
SHE is here
Letting go
IMPOSSIBLE
Growing, loving, feeling, touching
Experiencing
Sharing
LIFE
Exploring, learning, sweating, amazing
Intense
Passion
LOVE
The union
Evolving
Deepening
Unending
The future
Wide open
The possibilities
Endless
All
From a vision
A woman



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Posted on Wed, Mar 02, 2005 18:54

*Empty*

Empty, lonely, broken hearted
A million words can't explain how I felt
when you departed
oh how I long for your sensitive touch
I never knew how I loved you so much
Streams flow down from my eyes
It seems like they will never dry
I close my eyes then see your face
I can see you touch me
feel your embrace
but when I open my eyes
i'm over-ruled by this confusion
when I look twice
your just an illusion
I can't explain the loss
I can't explain my feelings
I know one thing
I do need time for healing
but how can I heal when the one I love
left me for another?
In all honesty
There would be no other
I'll just stay in my room
Locked alone in the dark
away from reality
and keep the key to my heart.



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