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Hmm... not sure what a Latin Beat is. Is that anything like Harvard Beets? I'll give it a shot, but have no idea what I'm writing to, style wise. jon
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My Blog - Mad
Utopia Writing in a new era.
A love poem, for my love. Not set to a latin beat however:-) Difficult Love. You are so very difficult, my love, With your honesty and your honest doubts. Trapped, Between the need to know the truth, And the need to preserve my hungry ego I waver. What else can I answer but truth when you ask truth or lies? I would go mad, Maybe run round screaming with a cloud in my heart To choose lies, then wonder what they are. You are so very difficult, my love, With your rules and coins and compromises. Anxious, In my need to understand, And frustrated with misunderstandings over nothing. How can simplicity be so complicated so simply? I do go mad, Sometimes enough to scream, not yet with a cloud in my heart Misunderstanding about understanding. You are so very difficult my love, With your fear of the ordinary and an ordinary life. Worried, That you might not want me, And might not want my wanting you. I ask for truths I know I fear to learn. Then I am mad, Enough to run round screaming as the clouds lift from my heart. An oddity not out of the ordinary. My love, you are so very difficult, And yet the sun shines brighter with your honest smile, And understanding brings out the simplicity of it all. Learning the truth from your touch It is not so very difficult to in the end to see That you are home and joy and hope and love and all for me.
ok ;0] here is my piece of poetry to the mood challenge having valentines in mind ;0] ok ;0] here is my piece of poetry to the mood challenge having valentines in mind ;0] there is no final truth i can transform the awesome forest chase into the greatest mythos of our time ... be my naked canvas ... be my most prized moonlight groove ... be my apple of desire ... e_mortality be mine!
Suz you haven't been in a challenge before. As I start to look over the poems for point totals I see you have 33lines,when tania has 7. To get a hit value you divide the number of lines by the points...For 33 lines you have to get 66 points to get a 2.0 (This is gonna be tough to score) Tania only has to get 14. Another reason I'm so critical of shorter poems...Well I'll work it up good luck.
You gazed upon my heart, my love, Did not see the lock, frozen by tears of pain. Instead, you saw the spark of life, Passion buried deep within. With gentle lips, you smoothed the troubled scars, Rekindling longing for a lover's embrace. My heart was long asleep, my love, Draped in dark of fear and doubt; It woke in wonder at your tender caress, Eager with hope and forgotten desire. I wake each morn with a smile and song Cradled in my heart for you, my love.
It's as moody as I can get right now. Hope it fits. jon If This Is Love J. M. Strother If this is love, then why do I feel this way? Like a wrung out rag by the close of every day. If this is love, why do you say such things? Can't you see the wounds, the pain it brings? I ask myself, when did the joyous spirit die? Once so happy, now we don't pretend to try. I ask myself, but I'm shouting into the void, how came this pass, when hearts once so enjoyed? Can nothing save us from our bitterly building fate? Or will only ruined rubble come from marriage's fine estate? Can naught be done, to bring us back from the very brink? For if we cannot reach out, then this not be love, I think.
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~jon
My Blog - Mad
Utopia Writing in a new era.
Is there a thread somewhere with your points thing explained because I'm just not getting it I'm afraid. Perhaps if these challenges are a long term part of the forum someone could post a rules/guidelines thing in the Library? I couldn't care less about winning, but I would like to take part on the same basis as everyone else....it's nice to connect with reality on occasion! Trainee team player Shanna :-)
Midnight Fantasy You come to me in my dreams and say you love me dear You reach a gentle hand, touch my face and wipe away the tear A tear for love so deep and true for you and only you A midnight fantasy of love come true and tender words of I DO A springtime dream of warmth and love as birds sing out their song A dream of passion and tenderness I have waited for so long I wake with a smile upon my face as the truth comes crashing in The smile turns into tears as I mourn a love not mine Twas only a midnight fantasy gentle, warm and free Not real life and not our love for which can never be. Tammy Orchard
LIGHTHEARTED I think that I should cultivate an easier, lighter touch. It may not satisfy, my love, but cannot hurt so much. But first I must remove my eyes, my senses then dismiss, and with the shrinking of the brain I'll fade to endless bliss. I'll chop up all my deeper thoughts and lock up half my mind I may be lost in ignorance but ignorance is kind. But will you have me thus, my love, all smiles and full of cheer, when my heart is bleeding for you and I cannot hold you near.
Quick update - yes I am due to retire in July. BUT at this time I'm on long term 'sick leave' due to what my doctor describes as 'acute work-related stress syndrome'. I won't bore you with a list of all the ailments within the syndrome but together they make me feel very low indeed. The worst symptom is extreme tiredness which hits without warning. However, I should be able to pay the occasional visit to the Forum. Belated Happy New Year to you all!
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Ok Valentines Day fans..I was thinking of a Latin beat to this one..are you in the mood for love? Lets run this one until the 15th of Feb. Jstro's still in the square but there's a lot of romantics out there.
Accidental lovers
Together on a whim;
It was supposed to be another,And not him.
He strirred his cup of coffee
And sipped it really slow;
And looked into the mirror of her soul.
He seem to be inside her;
He was dancing in her mind;
Where tickling the flames of her desire;
Sent a passion he would find.
She laughed when he forgave her past,
For all that came before;
But realized somehow he knew
How to open up that door;
To release a woman's passion
Even though it was in haste;
And she sought to quench that fire
in a moment's brief embrace,
but then he said "No!
he would
never
be content
with just
a taste."