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 Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 4:10 pm
For the new competition =)
Seasons Past
Shy waves,
a collateral sea,
each lap
and your further from me,
To distant shores,
we never wanted to know,
I hope youll remeber me
passing with the new snow,
An ancient wind
soaring on high,
Cliche i know,
you still walk right on by,
Icy waves,
they touch the sky,
buried,
a forgotten love,
an echoed lie
You can post this anywhere you want as long as it has my name on it, it is copyrighted
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 12:22 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 2:34 pm
For the new competition as well.
Goddess
She danced in the moonlight,
Her voice like windsong,
She walked through the faelights,
Of the forests now long gone.
She played with wolves,
She laughed with darkness,
Ancient as days,
Is the magick that she’s harnessed.
Spirits of the otherworld,
Run beside her through the night,
The night’s sky laves her bronzed skin,
While his wind holds her hand tight.
Undines comb her hair,
Silver tresses the wind sires,
Salamanders kiss her lips,
And sears them with their fires.
Unearthly eyes gold,
Like the spirit of her heartlight,
Goddess of the day,
She’s the lover of the night.
Lady of the treelife,
Of the fauna, and of men,
The moon goddess shelight,
Of the faeries in the wind.
Goddess spirit of earth,
Of the universe, and all within.
Copywritten by Tonya Kellman 2008. All Rights Reserved.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 6:06 pm
There Never Was
By: Luana Klein
How can you grieve over someone who wasn't really there
I guess I just let others get into my head
Giving me these feelings I don't quite understand
I did this to myself
I ignored all my doubts
I believed in something that was never really there
Can someone explain these feelings
I simply can not understand
Why am I grieving
Over the baby I never had
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 10:54 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 7:59 am
Bah, why not.
Style: observational poetry (aka, sitting in one spot and writing simple phrases based on what is seen around you)
Title: Sitting upon a Park Bench
Sitting upon a park bench.
A slight wind.
Air’s moist warmth encases all around.
A fly crawls.
Whisked away by a hand.
It is as if it were never here.
The sound of the airplane.
Rumbling overhead.
Grasses stir in the wind.
A bird chirps in the distance.
A fly crawls on the table.
The first leaf of fall lands by my hand.
Pea pods hang overhead.
Perfoliate aster to my left.
Fifteen minute parking only.
Dodge four by four.
A large white Botanic Garden van.
Clinking of change as a man walks to his car.
A garden of peonies.
The Dodge four by four moves.
A club car sits in the sunlight.
An engine starting.
An open truck bed.
Liscence plates with green letters.
A face turning towards me.
A car backing up.
Only by going back may it go forward.
A sky shrouded with thin white cloud.
Sun faintly dances through.
A golden light upon the tabletop.
The creaking of a door.
The voice of the wind.
A man enters the lunchroom.
The wind stirs.
Songs upon the cottonwood’s leaves.
The squeaking of a door.
A lone white butterfly flits.
Stalks of grass conceal.
And it is gone.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 1:55 pm
Make that: six spots left.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 2:06 pm
Eternity
past and present merge
we come together again
for the first time
you are so familiar
yet completely unknown
a memory stirs
will we remember
how could we forget
time is a river
paths crossed again
and again...fated
for all eternity
copyright 2006...may not be used without permission by the author
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 1:40 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 1:17 pm
Short round, but that's it for this one. Voting is up.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 9:02 pm
That's it for this round. Congratulations to Lore Earthe.
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2008 4:16 pm
And Love Said No...this is a follow up to another poem i wrote, so yeah ^_^ the devil's embrace and the devil held her tightly to his chest whispering words of nothingness saying again and again for her not to love and to ascend back above he held her head in his hands and would not meet her gaze "my eyes will take you straight to hell" he tried to get his messgae accross well she looked at him and hugged him back he whispered her name, though he wanted her near he let her go his sweet, sweet lucifel and back to hell he would go covering his eyes and thus the gate he left her in the snow, it was for her sake for her soul, he would never take 
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 12:50 pm
BEING
memories are fading
I'm losing all sight
in comes the darkness
like the dead of night
it's painful to think
and time takes its toll
the shadow of sadness
grips tight on your soul
biting at the bit
you strain to break free
but deep in your heart
you know it must be
good over evil
fairytale true
but when does it ever
happen to you
dreams and illusions
nothing is real
this icy cold makes me
too numb to feel
the knight in his armor
will never arrive
no one can save you
from being alive
you live and you learn
that's just how it goes
watching and waiting
there's no one who knows
copyright 2006 - not to be used without permission of the author
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 4:04 pm
Chant for Emotional Fortitude
Moonglow and windsong and faeries forgotten,
The way the leaves turn to gold in late autumn,
Rustic red cabins in woods evergreen,
These are a few of my favourite things.
Red holly berries and witch incantations,
Doing what you will as long as it harms none,
Wolfsong and twilight and magickal rings,
These are a few of my favourite things.
When mundane strikes,
Dark enshrouding,
And I feel despair,
I simply remember my favourite things,
Banish the dark and fear.
Secrets and magick and hidden fae gardens,
Gods and their goddesses, ever-enchanting,
Amethyst jewels and silvery wings,
These are a few of my favourite things.
Starlight and this night and faerydust oaks,
Underground caverns frequented by gnomes,
Ocean depths and waterfalls on high,
Ether streams racing across the night sky.
When mundane strikes,
I won’t mind it,
Now I’m wild and free,
The perfect truth before me I rise to meet,
My love for these things show me.
Can be sung to the tune of My Favourite Things from The Sound of Music. Steal it if you are curious about death or no longer have a desire to remain healthy. Blessed be.
Copywritten by Tonya Kellman 2008. All Rights Reserved.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 8:45 am
Eh, I found this in one of my folders. I'd wrote it several months ago but hadn't finished it until today. lol So, i'll enter it. 3nodding
Forgotten Beauty
March 02, 2008
Our hearts go on beating
till we hardly remember
why it is we're here.
Ever and ever living our lives
giving no thought,
to the reason why.
The gods who love us,
watching in silence
as we forget how we came to be
always so busy
rushing and rushing
in this life which means so little.
After we're gone
those left to carry on
shall make the same mistake.
Live and let live
love and be loved
seems so contrite
in this world so large
yet this is the reason of living
to be happy and free
knowing our gods, watching in harmony.
Why do we forget,
when there's no other true importance?
Slow down and see
smell the roses glowing in beauty
A gift from above to show us the truth
yet forgotten too easy.
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