Updated November 28, 1997
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HAVE WORDS
SNIPPETS OF MEMORY
WORDS AND PHRASES
LIVING BY THEMSELVES
NOWHERE TO GO
YET WAITING IN THE RAINY NIGHT
IN A SMALL TOWN
FOR THE NEXT BUS
ANY BUS
MILT
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Be thankful for this day
In this very special way.
For what God brings
Is what the season brings.
Family from far away gather
To feast at His table
On Thanksgiving Day.
In the room where His table sits
In a fireplace, warming the atmosphere
Of this family of thanks.
like the fireplace, the same warm
Atmosphere i glowing brightly
As they greet one another
With warm handshakes and hugs.
Adults and children
Are waiting for dinner,
Waiting to pray by candlelight.
Karen G
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Ode To The Grasshopper
By: Joe Kelly
i'm going to open a store
and call it
GRASSHOPPER
it will sell stuff
the kind of stuff that people like
but they will all be
GREEN
because the store is called
GRASSHOPPER
no one will steal anything
because they'll be attacked
by the
GRASSHOPPER
and no one wants that
its cold outside so
say bye to my friend
the
GRASSHOPPER
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TO DANCE
May I dance in the presence of my King,
Colorfully whirling in joyous praise.
May I sing the love of my heart,
The adoration of all my days.
In my spirit I saw my dance,
With vigor to my physically unknown.
I felt myself spiritually drawn up
To rejoice before the Throne.
O Lord, let my heart rise up
To ever praise You in the heights.
May You constantly be to me
My soul's chief delight.
Miriam Lockhart
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MODERATION IS KEY
Have you ever really wondered
That we waste our time
Trying to rid completely
The ugly green monster
From our hectic lives??
We need to aim for a hue
Somewhere between a white and a mint green,
Not too much, yet somewhat less than forest,
To sustain and nurture a relationship
For if all we have is a blur of white,
Then we cannot love..
By: Annette Anderson
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A grayness covers my body
My mind is in confusion
from all the days past.
My mind dazed from the ideas
of tomorrow.
One of these days I will lose
control of all gained
Never knowing what to say
or do.
I will break through the wall
of life
Entering into the land of dreams.
A breeze calming my body as
I walk on the clouds.
I find happiness and joy in
the arms of love.
Then awake into the arms of hate.
By- Nicole Perko
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ODE TO AUTUMN
I have gathered violets and sweet-fennel
From the mossy-banks of icy streams
And have plunged my hand into the Lalique-crystalline
Have laved the brown-grime from my dreary day.
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TODAY IS SO SAD. NOT A TEAR TO BE HAD SO WHAT THE HELL PLEASE DO TELL. DOES ANY ONE REALLY KNOW. WHAT PAIN THERE IS TO SHOW. ALWAYS REACHING. NEVER TEACHING. SO WHAT AM I SAYING. NO USE THAT'S WHAT IM CONVEYING. JUST SOME WORDS. JUST FOR THE BIRDS. PITY AND SORROW. NAH! MAYBE TOMORROW.
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"DY'IN TA LIVE" by J.A.M.O.
Day by day, light turns gray...
The moon sleeps on.
Night after night, a shadow's decay,
The sun burns upon.
Morn by morn, sigh after sigh...
Time and time again.
Dream after dream, closing by light,
They're all dy'in ta' live...
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gangs
They walk the streets with their red and blue rags, walking like the own the town.
One hits the other, another goes down, blood every-
where no one in sight.
The cops come running they say another down, what the
hell is going on in this town?
As the guy that got shot is being put in the ground
another shot was heard and another goes down.
Danielle Jakubetz
somm@webtv.net
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Updated November 25, 1997
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Your never far away from me, your like a sweet refrain. That haunts me with its medoly until it plays again Your image lingers lingers in my heart the time we are apart and every time I think of you its music too my heart.
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I trod the orange exodus
of sorrows mournings and sunlights
betrayal, the inner working cognates
of the empire stretch before this broken son
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Away From Home
I look out onto the sea
And see the first star.
I
wish for my family,
Missing them from away so far.
I wish that I could jump into the water
And swim to
the other shore.
I know my mother misses her daughter,
But I think I miss her more.
I know that I must stay,
For I am needed here.
But in my mind, as I look out at the bay,
I can see
my family clear.
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The ghosts of Oudenaarde fly in circles
looking for
their bodies,
their love still felt.
The wind reminds them of life
among the
living,
when tangible kisses
blew softly on their
cheeks.
They moan at midnight
when drifting clouds
reveal
glimpses
of a hide-and-seek moon.
And they wait
in hope of another world.
As the night music plays,
they dream of holding,
of
slow dancing once again.
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The Rain
the Rain, my friend, has come
It has cooled the pavement
That the Sun spent the day baking
I lay down, face up
the pavement cannot burn me now!
the Rain, my friend
The Ultimate Peace Negotiator
You see, I walked disrespectfully
all over the pavement
all day
He tried his best to scorch
my bare feet
the Rain
brought us together
and this is where I want to stay
JMA johnnycrunch@webtv.net
johnnycrunch@webtv.net
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Last night I thought I heard you, tapping on my window,
But it was just a drunk guy asking for tangerines
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Phizco
IS THERE REALLY A DIFFERENCE
man and woman
if you take the wo off
is it man ¿
in a sense
but don't you go checkin'
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indulgence
wicked it seems
you share my dreams
why will you've crushed
and im left lushed
i've washed it down
god bless royal crown...
and i'm a better man today
coydog
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Mercy Killing
Tanka
intolerable
pain, tubes hang preventing death
end this suffering
struggling to breath, I pray
take my life away
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A coin was tossed
A lover lost
And all turn to gaze
at me
A choice was made
An answer gave
Though wrong it
seemed to be
The light of your eyes
A beautiful prize
Was all I
needed to see
To show me the way
Through life's simple play
How
much I wanted thee
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tired of the lies i told
the people i
betrayed
lives continuos diseased decay
to a yearly
grave
to some i am a idiot
others a good friend
to most i
am a enemy
year after end
i know i make no sense
i know i am not smart
but i
am sure of one thing
and that's my heart
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Still, Life
This is now the restive Winter's gray.
One must hold a candle up to the Day
To see what fortunes Fate did belie.
Daylight dances above the sky.
But on this Earth in winters shade
No prismatic moments of light were made
But one . . . and I have seen
That moment melt into the vapors of a dream.
Mark Glenn Stokes
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i rot this but near midnight
buying time, buying time
whisps and twists of smoke eat thru the night...
it's around midnight
i burn this tree; round it isn't
bump upon bump upon bump! the trunk is
covered with knots
tied in, intertwined
ennui washes out my insides
i weep this willow
it cries with me,
or maybe without...
me, i can't
murder this lie
of rotting buds near midnight
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live and...love?
you told me just to trust,
but
your promises weren't true,
now i know to trust, anyone
but you.
you grabbed my soul with both hands,
will you ever let
it go?
i thought i really knew you,
but did i? i don't
know.
memories are all i have,
for the time has
passed,
even way back when,
i knew it wouldn't
last.
what is love? is love a feeling?
or, is love a
thought?
i may not know what love is,
but i know what
it is not.
daina young 1997
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I love the rain
How cool it feels on my fingertips
The taste of purity on my lips as it falls
How the rain pelts the windowsill
Like a lullaby, singing me softly to sleep
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Last night I took a look in the mirror.
I looked so long and so hard, nothing seemed to fit into place.
I cried and tried to make things work, but it was no use.
Last night I took a look in the mirror, and when it broke,
I watched my life shatter.
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Updated November 14, 1997
The courageous moon
In its worthy sky
Came forward
with its bloodshot eyes
Lingering longer
Mistletoe heart
A family called
the Potters
Walked slowly into the vast night
Your minds like prisons
All thoughts locked inside
your heads
Little lies,
Little reasons,
All of these things we
aren't allowed to shed.
I am held for treason
For a locked up thought escaped
my head
Don't tell of this insanity
Or surely we will
all end up dead.
~*~
HEART TO HEART
It never rains, it never pours
because you're mine and I'm yours
holding hands, exchanging looks
just like out of story books
close together, or miles apart
we'll always be together
heart to heart!
~*~
Love Me
Once you say you love me
please don't take it
back
I want your love to be for me
since mine is in
your hands.
You're cruel to play these games an me
Why do you hurt
me so?
Some day you'll cry then think of me
my pain is
what you'll know.
Domingo F.
~*~
Discourse on love's thoughts
Between the Real and Wanting
Light snow in the night
~*~
P erpetrators of all ages
e xpressing laughter in wickedness, getting
e ven without cause
r epeating these words
P rivate no more as
r eason collides with
e very taunt, crying
s ilently, alone in crowded
s pace
u ndermining esteem at the banks of a
r iver of abuse, twisting
e motions
~*~
The considerate dragon asked me for a cigarette,
I laughed and went on.
The considerate dragon asked me what time it was,
I again laughed and went on.
Then the considerate dragon didn't ask, he took,
he clawed and burned me so bad that I will
never, ever laugh again...
~*~
DREAM ONLY
she came to me like an angel in the night,
but,
when i awoke she was my pillow.................
christopher
~*~
Lonely
, Saddness and sorrow
the black lines just won't go
away,so much pain!
it just won't go away
so, lonely! dying like a
delicate rose!
~*~
THE GAME SUCKS
sEE mE?
i AM A mAN!
nOT iMmORtAL,
bUt A mAN,
i HAvE jUsT AS StRONG AS eMOTIONS
AS a wOmAn,
i jUsT CAN't ShOW tHEM,
i BlEeD rEd
jUsT lIkE yOu,
i cRy tEaRs
jUsT lIkE yOu,
aNd i gEt pIsSeD
jUsT lIkE yOu,
yOu sAy yOu ArE TiReD oF bEiNg pLaYeD,
tHEn StOp pLaYiNg tHe gAmE,
mEn aRe nOt hEArtLeSS AnImAlS,
tHEY jUsT pReTeND To Be tO iMpReSS yOu.
christopher
~*~
Did I forget to tell you
Its over
I didn't want to hurt you
But I really had to
It seemed as though
Your love for me was greater
Than my need for you
It seemed as though
Your expectations for this
Were totally different
Than the ones I held
And so it didn't work out
And it never will
So let go
And quit holding on
To your bleeding heart
Because it will only hurt you more
In the end.
jking@whitman.gmu.edu
~*~
I cast a wish
Into the starlit sky
I reeled it in
Only to find part of a star
Part of a shattered glass dream
That someone else had woven
I cried on the shoulder of the moon
Hoping he'd understand
That I stole part of someone's dream
And because I didn't
Cast my wish far enough
I broke apart their dream
To succeed in mine.
-Jenn King age:16-
jking@whitman.gmu.edu
~*~
Closed into myself
Like a prison chamber
My once strong voice
Echoes through the halls
Of my past
Reminding me
That I was once my own true self
Not owned and controlled
By the voices of others.
-Jenn King-
jking@whitman.gmu.edu
~*~
A soft whisper from the wind
Reminds me of the time.
The time when one could
Soak up the essence of the world
Without thinking of the problems
That tear us all apart.
A soft whisper from the wind
Lets me smile for a while
And reminded me of the time
When youth was held carelessly
And life was completely
Free.
-Jenn King-
jking@whitman.gmu.edu
Updated November 10, 1997
LOST AND CONFUSED
WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOU'RE LOST AND CONFUSED?
WHERE DO YOU GO WHEN YOU'RE ALL ALONE?
YOU SIT AND CRY AND PRAY TO DIE,
NO ONE CARES THEY JUST SIT AND STARE.
SO YOU GO TO THE BEACH AND BURY YOUR FEET.
AND AFTER YOU'VE CRIED ALL YOU CAN, YOU LET
THE WAVES TAKE YOUR BODY AND SOUL.
BY: MARY BETH M
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MONEY
Tattered from boundless travel
One who has seen a million faces
Known many hands-
Calloused.
Emerald abides in the eyes
Of all who hunt it-
Depending on it.
Cast in a suffocating
Fold of confusion
Burning a hole,
Slithering away...
Lasting years
As a transient treasure
Vital to our being,
Necessitated by society.
~*~
GREEDY
The only guy with a one-item gift list
doesn't want a
car,
money,
wardrobe,
better job,
better body,
no sex,
no booze,
no cigarettes,
you don't even want
a new computer,
newspaper,
cell phone
or a
sweater
darnnit,
all he wants his a kiss
and you can't even give him that!
bitch.
while I stand here
prepped for anything
armed with chapstick
~*~
ERROR
Perhaps they did not realize their mistake in leaving us
alone
together
why should they?
we are after all
relatives
and
computer correspondents
but at the moment we are
neither
really
in fact at the moment
we are
kissing
~*~
Twice
NOW is not a time to talk
I would not hear YOU anyways
I CAN hear your heart pounding in your chest
It has NEVER been that loud
As you slowly TURN my chin upwards
I can feel myself kissing you BACK
~*~
Ash Tray
I lay like a Rosary in an ash tray
Forcing my self to go somewhere(special or heavenly)
I am meditated and taken, but not to the place I want
I now know I want to crawl into my mind
But someone just stuck their cigarette into the ash tray
Forcingly, I think about life
The ashes are so hot now
Burning my eyes like needles
Stinging
And now I can't seep into my mind
I can't figure out why so curiosly I think
~*~
Silence
Like a flash flood without warning
washing away all words.
Syllables floating
down
down
down
A river is formed
Swirling with waters full of
thoughts
Fat drops of quiet land on eyelashes
Eyes closed, mouth open, tongue out
collecting
drinking
gulping
Peaceful Rain
~*~
MY LOVE IS SO
by Shannon Robinson
She is as cute as a teddy bear,
She is as pure as the sunshine.
She has the beauty of a Queen.
She the love that is so great.
She sparkles like a diamond in my eyes.
She shines so bright that a dark day is always right.
She has the voice like a nightingale, so sweet and reassuring.
Skin like silk
She is the beautiful colors of the rainbow.
Polerman@webtv.net
~*~
The silver dagger
Is now crimson
With my pain
It tears through my soul
Carelessly breaking me apart
It doesn't care
That my eyes show the pain
Of an aching soul
Brighter colors hold me together
With threads of hope
Holding together
The wounds of pain
That the dagger slices
So carefully
-Jenn King-
~*~
Sunny days
living in slow motion
stillness in the air
Remember me?
I loved you when
you didn't
love yourself
Balmy days
the ocean whispered
sunshine healed our souls
Silent days
so many silences between us
so many things
we'll never know
Crazy days
lost inside a maze
lonely days
living in a haze
Carmen Colombo
The WOW Project
http://www.wowzone.com
e-mail: wowzone@axess.com
~*~
Sweat
Freely flowing feelings
sensitized by sensual sensations
from sinuous bodies blending
blind passion purposefully
and precisely precipitating a rising
roiling raucous cauldron
of love and lust leading to
an exceedingly exciting extended
explosion of ecstasy
(Damn baby)
Updated November 6, 1997
MY poem doesn't rhyme
breaking apart small stones,
too small to see.
a lonely bird doesn't sing,
but i think i hear her groaning.
~*~
Digressions
Holding you in my arms:
Sweet love's crying pleasure.
Intrinsic is the intimacy
and fulfillment of a single dream
recurring.
And into the eyes of your soul
I slide effortlessly,
hopelessly helplessly,
endlessly
~*~
How can I forget
such a beautiful face
the warmth I feel
in your embrace
.
how can I forget
the tears I wept
the tears you dried
when my heart you kept
.
how can I forget
the light in your eyes
or how you pick me up
when my soul dies
.
how can I forget
this feeling inside
when I feel you
And our two hearts collide
~*~
PIZZA
by Reem
I wish I was a grown up
to eat as I please
pizza with pepperoni
or pizza with cheese
Ice cream for dessert
will do me just fine
with chocolate chip topping
and caramel with lime
A peanut butter sandwich
will do for a break
with fresh apple juice
and a big piece of cake
~*~
The bright blue sky reflecting in my eyes
The gentle flow of the wind caressing my face
The soft scent of your cologne in the air
The vast emptiness surrounds me that is my own
How I long to become a part of the beauty that surrounds me
The beauty that is you
~*~
Begins my day
with a simple hello.
Leaves me
with a complicated goodbye.
Opens my heart
with a beautiful kiss.
Listens to the static
with an open mind.
Restricts me
without even knowing.
Makes life worth living
just by being you.
~*~
FRIENDS FOREVER?
Renegades12@webtv.net
Friends are forever
or so I've been told.
So many times
in so many ways,
but it seems like so long ago
it was the truth.
Because as you grow older
you sometimes grow apart
from one another
or sometimes you grow closer
to each other.
Something changes
your trust torn apart,
but you two swore
it never happen,
but it did!
So I guess friends aren't always forever as I've been told.
~*~
Haiku Poem
by Jennifer O'Hara(age 11)
The dancers flew o'er
The floor with a simple grace
Like a bird in flight
Cinquain Poem
by Jennifer O'Hara (age 11)
School is
A place that kids
Dread for no good reason
Except for math, history and
English
Cinquain Poem
by Jennifer O'Hara (age 11)
God is
The giver of
All good things, food and clothes
Happiness and joy, every girl
And boy
~*~
Angel of mine,
beautiful as the moon,
my soul is shouting for your love.
Your kiss is sweet,
your touch is glorious.
I will be with you in time,
and hold you in my arms forever.
Though we are apart,
my love is not lost.
For true love can never be broken.
~*~
REMEMBER ME
When I die
Do not cry
Remember me as I am
Remember me as a friend
Remember me without tears
Remember this one thing
That I haven't really gone away
My mind ran free
It's time for my feet
To catch up with me
Karen G
~*~
Cancer Dreams
October 2, 1997
Kat
How does one sleep
when the thoughts of the mind
frighten the heart and soul....?
Too many nights
have I spent fighting....and losing.
The harvest of dreams
that waken my soul in terror....
only to find, after the awakening,
that dream was neither sleep,
nor escape.
~*~
Simply seen at first
The scene burst
Facets of millions of shades
Shimmered portrayed
Cast in stone
Porously prone
Here amid the stones
Where silence drones
funereally
memoriously
those who were laid
hibernatingly have remained
Updated October 31, 1997 HAPPY HALLOWEEN >';'<
~*~
man takes time to paint a picture
of himself, high on the mountain tops.
man makes time, because he is a universe
painting his heart with stone,
a blue hopeful, but still he wonders...
why the sky tears herself apart every evening.
screaming aloud in crimson glories,
but does she color herself in anger or delight?
what good is a promise without faith.
~*~
Should the wind ever blow
Without calling your name,
I would not forget.
I'd lift my face toward heaven
And shout to the mountains above.
Your name would echo across the skies
Until someone,
Somewhere,
Would hear
And know
That I love you.
~*~
-napalm soup-
will you bring me some water..
how long can this last??
its only gotten hotter
though our time is long past.
the fire still smolders
but the flames have died.
id still love to hold her
to forget her cruel lies.
well cupid left me with a limp
~*~
THE POET TREE
The poet tree is a little tree
That poet's use to sit under
He sits for hours to think and wonder
And write what he can see
The poet tree has a history
The limbs have sheltered some...
Poets of the past
With Homer, Poe and Scott Key
The poet tree is not a tree, but a state of mind
To allow the artist under her, to write what he can see
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