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Some Great Poems I've Found On The Net
~~ The Desert Rose And The Girl ~
The Desert Rose
Stood there in the sand
~ Lonely she was ~
Crying to long the touch
Of someone's hand
Tall gal came by
~ As lonely as she ~
Looked at the Rose
And took it preciously
"Poor thing, you must be lonely,
I'll take you with me, you don't have to worry."
So they walked together
Supporting the pain of one another
Both lost and in need of companionship
Finally found each other
And holded one and another in worship.
One can't live alone
And one needs a gentle touch ~
The other needs care
And loving with a plus
The Rose and the Girl
Grew old together
They died slowly
Reminding themselves that they had one another
Once in Heaven
They found themselves again
Forever remaining
The best of friends
By Chantal B. Amalty. Aka Lady Pablova.
The Child Within
As I watch my children play I think back on another day.
A time of innocence pure and dear no worries to cloud a day of
cheer.
Bare feet running through the grass I smell the sweetness of the
past.
Sunshine warm upon my head sun dried sheets upon my bed.
Snuggling against my daddy's knee mommy baking treats for me.
Feeling safe, secure and loved I thanked my Father up above.
As I look back to times so dear I want to hug my children
near.
Tell them I love them make it last so they will remember their
own perfect past.
~ Be sure to visit Renee's pages for more wonderful poems.
~ Water ~
From conception to extinction ~ water is life.
Without the luxury we would all be in strife.
I don't really remember, but I'm told,
Me playing in the bath was a sight to behold!
I would kick and splash and giggle with glee
Being surrounded by water set me free.
I remember jumping in puddles and playing in the rain,
Getting covered in muck, well I'm not vain!
Going to the beach was always a delight,
Chasing the waves, oh what a sight.
Exploring rock pools for crabs, seaweed and shells
Is a holiday pastime I remember so well.
Water fights on hot summer days
Cooled us down from the ultra violet rays.
Water slide, flumes and swimming in the sea
Are fun ways to pass the time for you and for me.
But always remember, never forget,
The danger that lurks beneath it's depths.
As the tide ebbs and flows, and the waterfall roars,
A secret is skulking where no one knows.
Drought creats famine and disease.
Man should respect water and not regard it with ease;
We should treasure this life source ~ not do as we please.
~ By Martin Stirling ~ My Nephew, age 14.
~ Shadowed Dreams ~
As a child I played make believe,
and made wishes
on the brightest stars.
I built sandcastles in the sand
and chased fireflys on moonlit nights.
And when all was quite, in shadowed dreams
I felt you.
As a child, I learned to ride a bike
And skinned my knees
and played in the rain,
And when all was quite, in shadowed dreams,
I felt you.
I fell in love...and out of love.
Felt my first kiss...
and my first broken heart.
But always, in the stillness of night
In shadowed dreams,
I felt you.
As a woman, I imagined you here,
touching you
holding you
loving you like no other.
And I knew that wherever you where
in time you would come to me.
And at last I would know
That it was my heart, my soul,
that reached out to you
for so long,
in shadowed dreams.
"Shadowed Dreams" is the copyright of Demi and Chico. For more of their great poetry push the two ladies.
A Cats Life
Feline grace, with sculpted face aloof to one and all.
Slanted eyes, contented sighs, curled up in my front hall.
Fur like silk, laps up her milk as if it were Gods' nectar.
Paws unfurl as catnip whirls her high: a heady spectre.
Chasing mice is kind of nice, a huntress, brave and strong
Bows her head above the dead, meowing a victory song.
On the sill, she poses still, a statue of such beauty
Sees a fly come flitting by, attacks, for it's her duty.
No cares or woes, my kitty knows what living is about.
Carefree days and selfish ways...a purr-fect life no doubt.
Lori Williams
PATCHOULI DREAMS (for female vocal)
Memories submerged and hidden
Emerge unbidden
Woken by the waft of patchouli scent
Faces I?d thought forgotten
Teenage paths trodden
Words and images from before you went.
Dark unbound hair, your menthol cigarette,
How can I forget
The years spent dancing to ?Stairway to Heaven??
Your mellow laugh, your wax-pale face
Your sweet lips? taste
The saddle-wax and scent upon black leather.
We spent those years in a perfumed haze
In patchouli days
Sharing cigarettes and promises uncaring of the cost.
Does your fringed leather grow dusty
In cupboards musty
Does Old Spice replace patchouli, do you still burn fragrant
?Joss??
So many years now you?ve been gone,
What went so wrong?
Dreams grown stale as an incense haze.
I?ve hung my flowing skirts away
For tamer days
With patchouli scented memories of wilder, carefree ways.
A dark-haired man drifts in my mind,
Left far behind
When we grew away from Rainbow and Pink Floyd,
Hippy juice and leather wax
Bring memories back,
Spiralling downwards into an echoing void.
PATCHOULI DREAMS (for male vocal)
Memories submerged and hidden
Emerge unbidden
Woken by the waft of patchouli scent
Faces I?d thought forgotten
Teenage paths trodden
Words and images from before you went.
Dark unbound hair, your menthol cigarette,
How can I forget
The years spent dancing to ?Stairway to Heaven??
Your singing laugh, your wax-pale face
Your sweet lips? taste
The saddle-wax and scent upon black leather.
We spent those years in a perfumed haze
In patchouli days
Sharing cigarettes and promises uncaring of the cost.
Does your fringed leather grow dusty
In cupboards musty
Does Chanel replace patchouli, do you still burn fragrant
?Joss??
So many years now you?ve been gone,
What went so wrong?
Dreams grown stale as an incense haze.
Have you hung your flowing skirts away
For tamer days
With patchouli scented memories of wilder, carefree ways?
A dark-haired girl drifts in my mind,
Left far behind
When we grew away from Rainbow and Pink Floyd,
Hippy juice and leather wax
Bring memories back,
Spiralling downwards into an echoing void.
S. Hartwell