Poetry with Parm

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Postby prmiller » Sun Oct 31, 2004 7:15 am

This Day
Today,
this day
I know--
in here,
my head,
this day
that the Lord hath made
in
KJV
for holiness effect
A-OK
for
those that are but dust
this day--
my head
in here-
I know
this day,
today.
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Postby prmiller » Thu Nov 04, 2004 9:05 am

...and a friend said, "Imply."
Minimilist.

Step
avaunt verbosity
leave fat words
drip dripping
lexical lard
knife pen
carve deep
paper thin
poetry
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Postby prmiller » Sat Nov 06, 2004 5:51 pm

sick
cough
phlegm
tissue
blood
cough
blood
hospital
cold
home
tea
pillspillspillspills
rest
tea
pillspillspillspills
rest
better
tea?
pills?
rest?
time
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Aldous Huxley's "Brave New World"

Postby Navi » Tue Nov 09, 2004 9:48 pm

Soma
Rhythmic, soothing sweet release
Hollow meaning lost complete

Somnolescent, lost in time
Acquiesce into my mind

Alone once more
Pink ribbon skies
Lost in the shore
Of compromise

Gone inside sweet somber touch
Scintillating all too much

Lost from time's eternity
No need to name this endless sea

Alone once more
Pink ribbon skies
Lost in the shore
That I comprise

Somber slumber, sweet and cool
Drowns deep in this nascent pool

Stream to stream, my consciousness
Drains deep to content's caress

I'm all by myself
As I've always felt
I'll betray myself
To anyone
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Depression's Euphoria

Postby Navi » Tue Nov 09, 2004 9:50 pm

Euphoria


Inner peace and harmony
Inner peace tonight

Still, the solace of my mind
Still, the love that I can't find
Lost, the madness of my life
To inner peace and light

Still, the stirring of emotion
Still, the tumult of the ocean
Bliss, the perfect harmony
That life now seems to me

Still, the tears upon my eye
Still, the joy that makes me cry
Gone, the unsurmounted bars
Lost forever in the stars

Still, the solace of my soul
Still, the loss that makes me whole
Blank, the tumult of my mind
Gone, the sadness of my life

All is still. All is still
Lights are in the distance
I am still, on this hill
Nothing stirs resistance
All alone. All alone
I'm all alone this time

Still, the cadence of my joy
Still, the hurt that can't destroy
Still, the frost upon my breath
God, can this be death?

All alone. All alone
I'm all alone this time
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On the Band: "Bush"

Postby Navi » Tue Nov 09, 2004 9:52 pm

Sunset to Sunrise to Sunset
The sea is sprawled, stretched before you
The world seems white, judging by the water's crest
And now I see what you never, ever knew
The world is black, judging by my frozen breath

A moving reminder is the shattering light
The fractured ghost going into the night
A bitter weather often makes the change
Winter's warmth brought something so strange

And then I see you standing there
Bitter memories, I've had my share
I saw the light
I couldn't move, yeah
I saw the light

The silver sheen beneath the waves shines back at me and you

Bitter, broken light forces a dawn
That's colored and tainted as the world drags on
The crimson vein of the sky drips down
Flashing brilliance stirs a crackling sound

But still I see you standing here
Upon the edge of my despair
I saw the light
I couldn't move, yeah
I saw the light

The silver sheen beneath the waves shines back at me and you
The golden gleam of the leaves keeps on falling through and through
I saw the light
I couldn't move, yeah
I saw the light

The silver sheen of the leaves is ripped apart by the waves of my love
I saw the light, yeah

All that you breathe is but blackness and death
But nature, she is purity.
All that you see withers back at your breath
And nature, nature's lost to me
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Postby Wynken21 » Wed Nov 10, 2004 12:05 pm

Dreamers Dream

I think its time to climb
climb out to sea
come swim with me
to the hills
of my hearts demand
only then
may you understand
a dreamers dream
a reality unseen
a story told
a tall tale wove
a random thought
this mind of mine
cannot be bought
so I leave you now
with just a thought
come with me.....
lets run through
the sky
and fly through
the sand
lets dream
like only dreamers can.

please forgive my grammer and punctuation for i am not one to follow that pattern I write and then flee as you can see...
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Postby Lady_Haleth » Sun Nov 14, 2004 7:08 pm

Eventide
Music and Lyric by Steve Bell
adapted from 1 Chronicles 4: 9 -10, Ecclesiastes 1:18, 9:12

Bless me indeed
Grant me increase
That Your hand would be with me
While I sleep
Protect me from harm
When I wake
Keep me from wrong
This I pray
That I may not cause pain

For with much wisdom
Comes much sorrow
So the more that I know
The more sorrow grows
Like a fish caught cruelly
Like a bird in a snare
We are caught and we are captive
Unexpectedly here
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Postby Lady_Haleth » Sun Nov 14, 2004 7:15 pm

Somebody’s Gotta Pay
Music and Lyric by Steve Bell

Somebody told me about it and it burns me up at night
What kind of man would choose to spoil a child
Who do you call to make it right
Not gentle Jesus meek and mild
That’s for sure
‘cause He won’t fight
So I can’t stop thinking about it - imagining that I
Could be the reaper grim enough to make it right
The problem is there’s no one with
Enough to lose to pay for this

But somebody’s gotta pay for this
Nobody gets away unless somebody dies
And it’s confirmed that there’s been pain
Enough to satisfy the rage
From the losses she sustained by age thirteen
Only then can the rest go free

I’m still obsessing about it ‘cause it doesn’t end up nice
Another man, another choice, another child
Who’s gonna pay for all these crimes
Some dream about avenging mine I suppose
But nothing will suffice
Unless you stumble upon it like a dream I had one night
About a man who chose to pay the price
On a tree, silently and still
Just long enough for me to kill

But somebody’s gotta pay for this
None of us get away unless somebody dies
And it’s confirmed that there’s been pain
Enough to satisfy the rage
From the losses she sustained by age thirteen
Only then can the rest go free
Only then can we all go free
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Postby Wynken21 » Thu Nov 18, 2004 1:19 pm

I have an itch.
I cannot reach.
Something unobtainable.
Feelings unexplainable.

Something I know
that is not going to work...

...yet, I want to blurt it out
I want to stare in his face
and say all the things
that I'm wanting to say.

I want him to react,
like I dream he would,
but I know in my heart
it will not be for good.

Why must I long after thee,
unreachable dream?
Aged further than my
own short years,
but the same in heart,
in spirit,
in fears.
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Postby Navi » Thu Nov 25, 2004 11:22 pm

Origin

The world is simplest sanity:
The chaos of an endless sea.
All life is but one peaking crest
That fades back into death's caress.

Each being, overall, is not,
As emptiness pervades all aught,
As space is root of everything.
Thus man himself to naught must bring.

And from nothing, he, cleansed anew
Must rise perfection then unto.
The only path, the only way
Thereunto 'gins with the new day.

From night stems all of day.
From naught: the only way.

The sun is birthed from out the night.
Thus God is birthed into man's sight.
To comprehend infinity,
Man must, pure, unto nothing be.

Thus nihilism, purity
And emptiness, pure sanity,
The only truest way must be.
Nothing can see the endless sea.
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Postby prmiller » Sun Nov 28, 2004 4:58 pm

With Great Gladness

A Christmastime has happened here
with many poems brought. I fear
that time has kept long away,
but here I am, and glad to say
your thoughts and posts are well-received
and though it may be ill-believed
that I all your works intimidate,
the truth is that I celebrate
your works of varied poetry
and gifts of creativity!

Bright blessings,
Parm :)

...who feels very undeserving to bear the
shield "The Red Pencil", but I shall do my
best to live up to the spirit of being both
affirming and positively critical.
...sigh...and to think of all my gaffes! :(
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Postby prmiller » Sun Nov 28, 2004 4:58 pm

There are demises of a kind
one truly longs to see,
like some old thing one wants to toss
or terms at school (what glee!)
But when we lose computers, dears,
it hurts more than to tell,
and worse than any boil one has
the tensions grow and swell.
So, here I am, at school to post
with teachers gaping on,
who wonder why I take the time
when others, at the dawn,
have hit their desks, and cracked their books
and started in to work.
They view my writing poety
as some diversive shirk.
Some saints at church have taken on
the task to heal this wrong.
Alas! I fear, the time required
to mend all ills is long!
I shall endeavor through the week
to visit as I may,
but I am waiting for my 'book'
and thus I daily pray.

Bright blessings (by faith)
Parm :)
already missing his Mac G4 iBook...

...who feels very undeserving to bear the
shield "The Red Pencil", but I shall do my
best to live up to the spirit of being both
affirming and positively critical.
...sigh...and to think of all my gaffes! :cry:
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Postby prmiller » Wed Dec 08, 2004 8:15 am

Are you really listening

Twice
(I counted)
I said I was
not interested
onandonandon
you droned
shocked
at the end to discover
I do not own this home
have no credit card
did I tell you I have
no
credit card?
You want to talk to someone who can speak
better than I do?
My son (no credit card)
My daughters (nope, no credit cards)
My wife (guess what?)
Are you listening?
Yes,
I know you take VISA...
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Postby Wynken21 » Tue Dec 28, 2004 2:56 pm

Crushed again

exactly how low can one go
how broken is thy heart
crushed dreams
breaking like a childs toy
after beig used and abused
played with for awhile
it can only last so long
then I ask myself
exactly how low can one go
heart heavy with emotion
like a weight pressing down
squeezing all that's left
lifting it is all to much
so let it stay and feel the crush
why have a hope
a hope of a fool
that there was anyway
he would ever want
a girl like me
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Postby prmiller » Sat Jan 15, 2005 5:44 am

When poems fill this silent place
and friends bring songs of lyric grace,
when themes as varied as the earth
are given a poetic birth
I smile with gladness at each thought
though some with anguish have been wrought,
each one a treasure great or small
my thanks for each, and thanks to all.

Bright blessings,
Parm :)
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Postby Navi » Tue Jan 18, 2005 8:24 pm

We thank thee parm, we many few
For hosting sanctuary to
Such verses as have found their way
To see here their enduring stay
Your insight and good verse, 'tis true,
Are wondrous, both quite fresh and new
And whimsical in ways yet true...

World
I see all of the darkness and all of the light
They can crash and collude, but blood-red is the night
I see all of the stars as they were meant to be
I can look to the past, million moments to see
In the thousands of years, in the thousands of lights
In the billions of specks that still make up the night
So a thousand thousand nothings seep their way into our hearts
And the chaos of reality complacently takes part

Lo!
A grand design composed of all I give to take away
Be one, be all, be lost and fall from your own frigid fray

Sensation scrambles to deny
Emotions still will empathize
Perceptions still perceive the night
The absence, inmost, in the light

The end begins
And I am forced to concede
That all I ever knew was but a dream:
A butterfly, mechanic, flitting over what the truth can never perceive
Imagination, chaos, dream and then we know that surely, were we only but to know
Then there would end the will that has made all of mankind so
Free.

The lies can lead to what we knew
The loves can bleed to what we knew
The hearts can heave in what we knew
But I am free, and I am new





The Lord of the Flies
A gaping mouth, desperate to, in the end, consume all else
The Beelzebub that knows its place and, once denied, is felt
Lays open all the questions that can lead to what we knew
And answers what could never, though empiric, be untrue

This blood of apathy
Drains to a depthless sea

The voices deep inside
Embedded, cannot lie
The other soul knows of itself
More than the mind can comprehend
The other soul cannot be felt
But neither soul can still transcend

So fanciful, desires to create, to but control
To overlord, to master what we think we cannot know
"Play God, Play God" the demons cry
"Enough, enough", we can't deny
"Sublime, sublime, extrapolate
Transcend, transcend, corrupt and sate"

The horror, horror, demons' cry
Beneath the fathoms of the mind
The real demon, that am I

My devil is my heart
The lightly torn apart
The darkness
The darkness
The horror
The horror
The end
To end
All





Faith to Live
We can hope all evil
Is the ascence of all good:
A painful inexpression,
Comprehending nothing.





Faith to Die
All the meaningless of time is lost within the hollow words.
The numbless, heady vapor ever breathes within and out.
In contraband existence, such great depthlessness is heard
As still confounds the infant mind, polluted without doubt.

As trust confides
The deepest lies,
So nothing true
Is lost to you
Who knew the empty cries for what they knew.





No Regret
The solemn soporific soul
Could never but my love control
Oh soullessness, oh hate and grief
The world will weep, the world will weep
You killed my soul, my strongest love
Inside me now, a mourning dove
Coos sweetly to my inner strength:
The presence of my bitter hate
A soul without my soul: emotion
Torn betwixt this vacant ocean
Choose one, choose all, thus choose your death
Exhale life's poison in your breath





Purity
Purity, that endless depth
That depthless omniternity
Lost within infinity
The end to end the need to be
The endless end of depthless breath
The shallow wallow in their death:
Existence in the finite depth
Ah, purity is but one breath
One end to end what was begun
One finite fragment of what's done
Sweet purity, you are to me
The endless sea: all things to be
The nothing that can see
The emptiness of me





Sea
Wash my hands in iced redemption
Purify what cannot see
Dissolve the truth of my reflection
Deep into the endless sea

Lie in life and life in death
Sorrow fills the broken breath
Damn the tide and stem the flow
Lie, and I will never know

Brisk and bitter, lost to me
Darkened, hollow, empty sea
What, once lost, will never be
Words that whisper tragedy

Life in death and death in life
Nothing fills the nether-night
Stem the flow and nothing dies
Never know to stem the tide
Of all the all that I will never be






Meditation
So passively life still goes on
As though the night was never dawn
Still when I sleep and as I cry
The tears could never know the night

Incessant babble, endless silence
Drives the dawn into its end
Endless ends, life's fraying cord
Tenses but to quickly rend

All of emotion is lost in the waves
All of my feeling surrenders its fray

To be alone, to be alone
To lose my tears within the page
To be alone, to be alone
To feel the moments lose their age

Rapture, bliss, eternity
The end of all existence
To be alone, to see clearly
Eyes blurred with tears of distance





Time( Inspired by T. S. Eliot and "The Smashing Pumpkins" )
The cadence swells in the starlit sky
The light still dwells when night is nigh
The one last ray that lingers long
Fades with majesty; is gone.
One last kiss goodnight
One more dawn tonight
One more time

How can I resist my nature
How can I give in to sorrow
How can I rejoice,
Be sure that all that I have felt
Will be beautiful tomorrow

In time, all fades to gray
In time, lost to the wave
In time, distilled and saved
Salved by the mists of time
Perfection comes to time
One moment, stretched into eternity
One moment, 'fore the day is gone
Will last, will linger on my tongue
As I see

That there is nothing left to say
That there is nothing left to do
But to observe
But to perceive
That ray, falling deep into the starlit few

Cast into the colors of the night
Falling on forever out of sight

How?

Do I dare to taint the moment?
With one thought, my heart is rent
Forever from the prism of my tears
The night reflects into the ancient years
By perfection sent
Into eternity
By a crystal cry
A moment
meant
in me

The thrill of beauty in the wave
The sea that swells, the sea that saves
The waves that lap against the shore
The waves that, depthless, are no more

The moon that rises casts a light
And in the water is a sight
A billion, billion nothings that appear to me the sky
A shadow of reality that would but be a lie

To see the points of light
My eyes rejoice the night
But in that shadow, in that plane
So phantomed once, I see again
And a moment now is shattered
Into a thousand fragments at my feet
As I see
the end in it all

Ah, the night will be the night
And the sea will be the sea
Until the question bears
and drowns in me





Shadow of Memory
She walks in darkness in the light,
Rememberance the only sight
That fades
As the dawn breaks over the crest
Of the waves.

She finds rest and she finds peace
Inside the shelter of the leaves.
She finds stars that never cease
Beneath the night and endless seas.

She
Looks deep into the universe
And wonders at the light,
The thousand depthless, empty words
Unspoken in the night.

The moon is in her soul.
Who cares about control?
She's seen the world inside her eyes,
But she could never realize

That deep among the stars,
So deep inside the sea,
That deep inside the years' reflection,
Nothing still will be.

And time is lost and gone
As sunlight brings the dawn.
She's felt the sea beneath her eyes
Surrender tears.
She cries.


To Name(Created after marvelling for hours on T. S. Eliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock")
In a moment there is time e'en for
The universe to move itself yet closer to its end.
In a minute there is time to
Make decision by decision
And to change yet one more time.
Yet still the seconds pass us by,
As though fate's flick'ring, wand'ring eye
Had cast its gaze, transfixed us with its stare.
And in a moment, still I dare not cry
That I have known it all, will tell it so,
The silence of the grave, the raging river-flow,
That life's steep waterfall, where thoughts would go,
But leads once more, once more, to one great question.
And moments mounted each on moments pass
As questions pass us by,
As questions fade, yet, known within themselves,
Have foiled our inattention.
And moments mounted each on moments past
Contract us toward an overwhelming question.
As indecision mounts on indecision
Yet we will decide.
As inconclusion would conclude our thoughts,
I find in you an overbearing truth
And, content,
Will yet decide if I have wrought
That superceding, incandescent cry.
As moment fades once more to tempered time,
Decision will, content, no more be mine.





Reflection
"We are, you and I.
Yet are too young still to trouble our hearts with love and death;
too young to trouble our minds with questions that have plagued humanity from its very beginning;
too young to pluck the heartstrings of that vast sea of emotion;
too old to live life for itself."

Let us see together
That great sunset of mankind
The beauty of the fading light
The beauty in the mind

Let us keep the sun still close
Nature in its kind
That we may better know night when
No stars are illumined

And see before us, fading still
Horizons circled 'round, oh
Will you only see the night for what it is
Or forever see the pain inside a kiss?





Extrapolation
As I walk through the lives
That have been and have died
As I ponder the cry
That has wrent me, I try

To understand the way
That all of this will be
To understand the fray that is the sea

I wonder, and I ponder
And I wonder still
How all of life could be and would be will

"There are such words as make men rethink
their unknown thoughts upon which all their
present thought is based. Leviathan has tried,
Leviathan has failed. Yet still that one word "apathy"
perhaps may shed some light on nameless, baseless thought.
One way or another, baselessness, freedom, truth, is a
lack of something else. Yet that lacks may be acheived
all men must hope, else progress towards that unknown
goal of life be damned forever, and all mankind exterminated
by, in, and of itself. I do not digress, but as all great things,
will let my true thought be honed by those who understand
mankind's subconscious understanding of the written word,
only later exposed through reconciliation of intuitions."





Dissolve
Tears of regret
And tears of betrayal
Steam in the frost
That is empty and pale

Control, control, control I cry
In tears that ravage and deny

How
did I
lose
myself?

The heartstrings, the chords,
The bitter and stained
Lost in the loss
That will never remain

Blindly pounding
My life, it bleeds
Tears of crimson skies I see

Why
Am I
Lost
In my
Cry?

I, I, I can know
The loss, the pain, the pouring snow
The bitter frost, the only thing
That is the absence of that sting

Scream out in shock
Scream out in pain
This one regret
Is lost again

How can I name
The pain that absolves
My crimson regret
The ultimate cost
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Postby Thewhitetree » Sun Jan 23, 2005 9:41 am

Tis such a brilliant thread. I don't believe I've come in here though.

I created a thread over on TST (thestonetable.com) called 'You want to talk? Talk poetry.' and we have a blast writing poems together, Parm included.

Poetry as I've said many times, is something that no one can really ever describe. At least that is the case if you have a passion for it. Its like trying to describe love to a hatefull person, a song to a deaf person or a stained glass window to a blind person. Poetry flows like a cool stream on a hot summer day.

LINK to Poetry thread on TST

They talk to me all day and night,
With voices high and voices low.
They wisper to me in my sleep,
Setting my flaming heart aglow.
Yea, poems, writing are what I hear,
The bounce around in my head.
Sitting I find parchment,
Present it to my pencil's lead.
They bond together creating,
A world far beyond my own.
My imagination sees afar,
And seeds of creation are sown.
I do not call myself a poet,
Or some mighty bard,
But I know that I love
These poems, my heart's regard.


Cheers,
TWT
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Postby prmiller » Sun Jan 30, 2005 7:41 am

i find the poems flow and i flow with them if i can
i hesitate to tell guy friends, for I have learned a man
must sweat with hammers, nets or paint and tune a dying car
but poems are as close to them as galaxies are far.
so if i am accused of angst that lives in words expressed
and writing purging poems when my spirit is distressed.
then bring the critics on and let their rage against my themes,
but poems come like breath and often welcomed like our dreams.
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Postby Navi » Tue Feb 01, 2005 6:40 am

Saint Elmo's Fire

The day burns, the night turns
The world still fades away
The sun sets as my regrets
Are left inside of me

A cloud forms, a world storms
All else still fades away
I'm lost here, with only fear
My soul could never stay

And suddenly, all nature cries
The night fades in the empty skies
And I know beauty, I know pain
My world has faded once again

The lights spark, the life's dark
My eyes are scarred again
The night drifts, my soul rifts
As all is lost to rain

I'm transfixed, the clouds, mixed,
Confound all I have seen
I'm lost now, and know how
The night is what I've been

Once more, I see all nature cry
And deep inside my inner eye
The darkness sparks the question,
Why the soul could never die
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Postby Taethowen2108 » Wed Feb 02, 2005 6:36 pm

Not a poet

Oh the irony of it all!
Not a poet
You say too much prose
Not a poet

Yet the heart disagrees
Not a poet
Inner bard protests
Not a poet

Write essays essays essays
Not a poet
Student first write your papers
Not a poet

Something deep within calls
Not a poet
Senses move, overwhelm
Not a poet

So what makes a poet?
Words and phrases?
Inspiration?
A number of things, that is sure
Inspired by One, the Creator
Who gently whispers,
"My child, you are not..."
Not a poet

I just love it when those flights of fancy take over like that!
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Postby Taethowen2108 » Fri Feb 04, 2005 11:12 am

Argh! The inner poet awoke with a vengance!! I tip my hat to you Parm, for your poetry served as a catalyst.

Waiting in the Wings
"It's coming," you hear them say,
"An exciting time, and soon."
But when, you wonder,
And how, and how soon?

To see the future would be vain,
For life would lose its luster.
But, oh! you hope it hastens here
Before tomorrow sounds the muster.

"All the world's a stage," quoth the Bard
And each of us joins in and sings;
But when life leaves you anticipating love
How miserable it is, waiting in the wings!
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Postby Navi » Fri Feb 04, 2005 1:22 pm

Impersonally, rhymes are writ
And few will comment them upon
Noone but Parm, that kindly soul
Who sees the rays of sunlight shone
And makes it known in verses true
How well a poem's writ by you

But I will take upon my self
For one brief moment, least one time
To let be known my thoughts upon
The thoughts of others, writ in rhyme..

Taethowen's Waiting in the Wings
Expresses something clear and true
Forever waiting, e'er unsated
Time, anticipations few
Time stays its hand
for no man
And hastens yet for none

And still regarding "Not a poet"
Whimsical, yet not untrue
In other days there was distinction
Between prose and poetry
Yet in these times there's naught between
Good prose and "Whitmanesquity"
For whitman rhymed but ne'er a line
And did "good" poetry redefine
And that new definition, sad
Acheivable by any lad
Removes the beauty in the cadence
Of the words that fade and rise
And trail into a universal sense.
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Postby prmiller » Sun Feb 06, 2005 9:25 am

Of all the gifts one does receive
the gift one hopes a friend will leave
is something that was written here:
an insight shared and without fear.
How glad I am that in this place
good friends are freed from saving face,
for all are amateurs and yet,
we write with verve, just like a vet'.
So know that when your poems come
and all your secret sorrows plumb,
we sagely nod, and known your pain,
yet plead that you will write again.

Bright blessings,
Parm :)
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Postby prmiller » Tue Feb 08, 2005 4:59 pm

experiment

you want
fairness
kindness
justice
smiling
sweetness
calmness
rejoice
singing
and
from
you
i
get
meaness
coldness
bias
biting
hardness
rudeness
prejudice
pouting
so
let
us
try
this
you be me
I be you
then see
how long
your love
will last
when i
give you
what you
give me
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Postby prmiller » Wed Feb 09, 2005 4:21 am

Grammatical Canticle Confessional

Capital letter n
othing could make me need you
more
dash
nothing
comma
so
why am I buying all those
open parenthesis
fill in the blank
exampli gratis
abbreviation
DVDs
close parenthesis
things
question mark
exclamation mark
ellipsis
and just to let you know
comma
this was not
underline not
a rhetorical question
period
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Postby prmiller » Wed Feb 09, 2005 11:54 pm

do not mess with me
on
that day of
chocolate
roses
cards
kisses
as if Saint Valentine
myth or legend
lived
so we
(I add myself)
would squander
florally
calorically
literarily
osculatily
the weighty
theology of
martrydom
for
the flighty
sociology of
romance
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Postby prmiller » Mon Feb 21, 2005 4:33 pm

the luther in me

write
boldly
i was told
be
candid
with each thought
I
confess
i am bold
with
sinning
but
believe
and trust God
more
boldly
here i stand
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Postby prmiller » Sun Feb 27, 2005 3:05 am

detached

I
am
not
here.
I
do
not
care.
Naturally
sometime
excited
reports
shall
tell
you
it.
I
do
not
hear.
I
am
not
dead.

...yet.
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Postby prmiller » Tue Mar 01, 2005 7:42 am

I gathered up each scrap of sun
and called an aching friend today.
We've shared hard times,
my friend and I,
and so I called, and glad to say
how much I love that special friend.
Bright blessings wrapped in far off tones,
the internet and global phones,
and both of us were glad, I think.
I called a friend, and calling made
my own day shine, where it had grayed.
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