I know there are many I neglected to save which I loved, and I am sorry not to have them to show here. Nothing personal to anyone - just my stupidity.
ONCE.....by Henley
Humorous Poem 1, and HE WALKS IN BEAUTY ... by FootyPerv
Untitled and FAITH..... by Owenn
TOUCH ME ....by Russarappa
POEM by Rirac
UNRELENTING
( Posted Feb 19, 2001 )
The goal never is forgotten.
It drives motion - - forward, always forward.
The power is always there.
Sometimes hidden, sometimes blatant.
Power to move mountains, to carve continents.
Power to sweep along all that stands before it.
Power that is awesome in its gentleness, and in its determination.
A force of nature.
Primal, and not to be trifled with.
Men seek to harness or to divert or to pollute.
When they should seek only to respect.
To admire, to tap into, to follow.
Relentless, it flows to its destiny.
Does the sea beckon the river,
Or does the river seduce the sea?
Henley says:
Valentine's Day and all the wonderful poetry on the board triggered this. It's about someone I lost a long time ago - RC reminds me of him - hope you don't mind.
ONCE
( Posted Feb 16, 2001 )
You course through me like a fire
Cruelly, deeply, uninvited
I think I drowned in your eyes once
A lifetime ago.
Do not rouse me from oblivion
There is so little of me left
Your sweet smile is torment
To my weary, aching heart.
Your hands reach for me
Trembling, never really touching
Does my suffering please you, ease you?
You know this is not our time.
Do not ask me to dream again, my love
Once more I must wake to the cold, killing light
Torn from the burning embrace
Of your arms.
You are just a memory
Frozen in time
Of an endless dance in the moonlight
Long ago.
POEM 1
FootyPerv says:
Since I can't FRU yet, I've written an anthem to bad taste.
Here's to the man with the wonderful face,
He aptly proves that beauty, style and taste,
Don't necessarily run together.
His taste in clothes is indescribable,
If he employed a valet, the man would be liable
for crimes against humanity,
for aiding and abetting vulgarity
For letting his boss out of the door
looking as if he slept on the floor
His 2 flannel shirts are legendary
His 2 day glow suits are incendiary
His accessories come from the Vatican store,
On Russell Ira, who could ask for more?
So a cheer for our hero
The worst dressed man
Who has proven to the world that one man can
wear a toga , a tux, footys and jeans
Play straight or gay and lean and mean
but when push comes to shove
and sartorial approval he needs
He calls upon "Mum" before he leaves.
( Don't boo, just off the top of my head )
Footy says :
This is about the RC that I would like to see.
This is the RC I think we have now, and hopefull in the future he stays the same.
HE WALKS IN BEAUTY
(First, apologies to George Gordon, Lord Byron)
He walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in his aspect and his eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every chestnut tress,
Or softly lightens o'er his face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
( A beautiful man and A beautiful mind...I hope you all enjoy this......debm Footy Perv. )
POEM 1
Owenn said :
the latest tab stories are ridiculous and drove me to write -
( Posted Jan 29, 2001 )
the cacophony of voices
rises with the sun each morning
they mulitply and slay the truth
so -
he is silent
speculation of many so interested
circles like vultures
the created enigma
more simple than they could comprehend
so -
he waits
pieces of himself
fractured to progress a vision
borne of other's eyes
a part of the cost
so -
he understands
rectitude and loyalty
wrapped in the strength of vulnerability
he scans faces that pass
and voices that smile
knowing they do not see
so -
he wants
FAITH
my faith has allowed me to love those who have betrayed me
my faith has allowed me to do what i think is right even when i was alone in doing it
my faith has allowed me to let people really see me and
let them love what they see without interference from me
my faith has let me wait patiently for prayers to be answered and feel loved even when the answer is no
my faith has allowed me to do work i love - with other people's children
my faith has allowed me to understand that we are all here for too short of a time to not love each other especially those who feel they are not loved -
Russarappa said :
Can't stay can't play
TOUCH ME
Got no rap today
Reckon someone feels this way?
( Posted Valentine's Day, 2001 )
Sometimes the aching bends me
The need to touch someone
The need to be touched by someone
Without the flurry
Even if only a connection in cyberspace
Just a casual discourse
Without the pointing
Without the blinding lights
Would ease the lonliness a bit
But I am a Painted Bird
I hop from golden cage to golden cage
Through silver tubes
And read about what I didn't do.
Always different now, always apart
They speak at that entity, their entity
But never talk with me
So I sit and ache, alone even in the crowd
Dreaming of the quiet touch
of a friend's hand on my arm
A simple word of greeting to a lonely man.
THE REALITY
( Posted Feb 2, 2001.)
A Percher named RIRAC posted only a few times over a period of a few weeks. Never growing close to any of us, this person kept to themselves and left abruptly. I think the following poem speaks to the fact that RIRAC's reluctance to contribute further was a loss to us all.
Funny how we choose to believe
what we believe and then later
listen for the truth
The most obvious truth missed entirely
It is true of you as well of me
I line up the cigarettes
White nicotine soldiers they stand
They give me pleasure, I say
I choose them
Even as they chop off minutes of my life
Precious Life
The need overtakes and I lie with them
I joke, yet the words hurt like bullets
I know to laugh, so I think
Always secretly afraid I will disappoint
My mistakes haunt me
Yet I smile and smoke
And ignore the truth, as do you
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