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August 2nd, 2005, 11:38 PM
Ok everyone here is the thread to enter your poems for August. Have fun and get submitting your wonderful poems :)

August 2nd, 2005, 11:42 PM

I feel like a programmed automaton,
Whose circuits are fried and who's memories gone.
I've popped a chip and I've blown a fuse,
My hard drive's gone and my data's refused.
I bag and I weigh and I price the food,
I check and rotate, though I'm not in the mood.
My minds a blank, an empty space,
Not an emotion shows on my face.
But still I stand in this food isle,
Upon my face a plastic smile.
For I am the programmed automaton,
Who's loosing the will to carry on.

August 3rd, 2005, 08:52 AM
Flowers at a Gravestone

Every second Tuesday she comes,
with flowers in her long arms,
and lays them ceremoniously,
down upon the dry brittle grass.
She brushes the petals softly,
with her manicured fingertip.
I can sense her longing,
her saddened silence.
And I look at her start to cry.
There is nothing I can do for her,
this stone engraved with letters.
Though she and I both know,
that her loved one is long gone,
only broken bones in fragments,
lay ensconced in creaky wood,
deep beneath the wormy soil.
Yet still she comes to hope,
that the soul will see her flowers,
those gorgeous dying flowers,
flowers at a gravestone.

August 3rd, 2005, 10:27 AM
Mama Moon

Mama Moon
Looks down on you
And smiles while you sleep.

Her quiet glow
Lights up your room
So you don't need a night light.

Listen closely and you might hear
The crickets and wind in the trees are,
Her special night time lullaby.

And when it storms outside,
With lightening bright and thunder booming,
She's only watering her big Earth Garden.

So, if you're scared,
And you can't sleep,
Just look up at the sky.

Mama Moon
Looks down on you
And smiles at you sweetly. _cloud9_
*I created this originally as a little song for my son, Tristan, to help him sleep better in his new room. I thought it seemed worthy of being written as poem. I would appreciate any feedback you may have on this poem.*

August 3rd, 2005, 12:31 PM

In the darkness of night
Shimmering silver stars sweep the sky
Twinkling with a mystical glow
The moon of harvest is an eerie shade of orange
A perfect circle
A quarter in the atmosphere
As night cools
Chilling Mother Earth as she sleeps
The delicate drops of dew decorate the brilliant green grass
To give the baby seedlings a chance to grow
And become an illuminating sight of rainbow blossoms
With their smells so sweet that gives warmth
Like a pie just out of the oven or a kiss from the one you love
The lightening bugs dances through open fields
Joyous with light
For their day
Is our night

August 3rd, 2005, 01:05 PM
one of my darkest ones (please don't mind the spelling errors english ain't my original language)


666 ways for the sun to rise
how far we are from paradise
at the end of a day the sun dies
with the light of the moon the wolf cries

666 nights of unending fear
will our thoughts ever be clear
now and forever i sit in the dark
writing my history till the last candle spark

666 words written on a black page
what will be left after this dark age
as wars rage upon all the lands
truth always burried beneath the sands

666 days and nights
do we realy need those fights
is there any peace
why do we search for release

666 roads for lonely knights
when enemies come from all sides
will they win or will they lose
or is it death that they will choose

666 ways to lose your faith
is your soul realy safe
in this damned century
there is no honour nor bravery

666 ways for you to fall
will you heed the enslavers call
decide the future of your soul
will you stand up or will you crawl

666 feelings for you to understand
as your sand-glass nears its last grain of sand
does mortal love really last
or with your death it reaches the past

666 ways of mortals death
when will be your last breath
to the end will you be brave
before you sleep in your silent grave

August 3rd, 2005, 03:18 PM
You are light and shadow,
You are death and life.
You are joy and sorrow,
You are love and strife.

Some think You cruel and selfish,
Caught up in battleís heat.
But all I know is You have taught me
To stand on my two feet.

You are a warrior-maiden,
Filled with passion and swift rage.
And yet it is with untold wisdom
My fears You assuage.

You are a mother wronged,
Your secrets tried and torn.
Your sonís life taken from You,
So to vengeance You have sworn.

You are a crone of age-old wisdom,
The fabled Washer at the Ford,
To warn the warriors of their deaths,
But only sorrow You can afford.

I know that I have left You,
Thinking I was too strong for this.
But You have never left me,
Even as Your lessons I often miss.

You are harsh and stern and swift,
But cruelty is not your way.
I set my foot upon the wrong path,
And from You began to stray.

But You did not abandon me,
With a warriorís gleam in Your eyes.
With a motherís everlasting love,
And in the battle-ravenís guise.

I have not yet seen You as a crone,
But I know when the time shall come.
You will guide my spirit from this earth,
To the Summerlands, to home.

You are death as well as birth,
You are light in the midst of night.
You are my candle in the dark,
And forever I feel Your guiding might.

You are the grace of an artful duel,
You are victory and defeat.
You are lover and deceiver,
You are a raven, swift and fleet.

You are dark and often fierce,
But there is love and wisdom too.
Morrigan, Morrigan, my Goddess,
How could I ever have forsaken You?

August 4th, 2005, 06:56 PM
An Aversion to Shine

The couple in the corner house, Marie and Steve,
liked to paint the chainlinking on their fence
tin-silver; it was always grainy,
a dull shine, like a fake smile:
you can tell by the way the muscles curl
the upper lip. It was Steve's idea

and a polite sneer really.
They had a birdbath encircled
by petunias - nordic blue blossoms.
It was spraypainted into a pupil, sightseeing.
If cars passed too loudly, it would blink,
but I remember it being half-lidded,

tired. Steve would came home late, passing
a tarnished fence and a lazy eye. Bedtime
was when I heard the door slam.

Marie only wore copper jewelry,
rings and chains that left green lichen growing
on her skin. I could see her, mornings,
at her mirror; she hated the earrings most:
they left tendrils, like gangrene, treacherous.

One night after doorslam
the chipped chainlinking rattled
because Marie left her gold earrings in.
Steve yelled about glinting migraines
and shimmerpounding, implored gold-hating
gods for vengeance.
He shouted while she cried; her eyes
were always puffy, creased. He knew she was sleeping
with my father -

I knew because daddy wafted petunias after work,
kissing my mother's neck with half-lidded eyes,
dull, lazy. I never saw him blink.

Marie's earlobes were torn the next morning,
she said it was a parakeet they didn't own, it loved
shiny jewelry. Secretly, I knew it was the gangrene
settling in, the same way it slid behind my mother's
eyes when she asked where her grandmother's
old earrings were. My father politely sneered and said
a little bird must have taken them.

August 4th, 2005, 09:23 PM
The Loveless Lady

Love is a twisted sort of cur,
Feasting on the dreams of a lovesick fool.
Damned am I as devotion's saboteur,
For not dealing myself a fate as cruel.

Call me wicked for not quenching my thirst
From a chalice full of heart's elation;
'Twas not my plan to have nursed
Your soul's sickly sweet infatuation.

Affection, once a boon, has now decayed,
Smothering reason's once liberal breath.
From commitment I'll build my palisade,
For love's infection be far worse than death.

You should heed this forewarning I impart;
No lie is as fair as one from the heart.

August 6th, 2005, 01:56 PM
The Summer Residence

The dark is where you'll find me
And do not bring light
My eyes have become
Accustomed here
Home is what you make it
And Hell is the same
The night is my lover
Home sweet Hell
Feel your way to me
The dark is your friend
Sooner or later
We all end up here
Allow me to show you around....

August 7th, 2005, 01:16 AM
A haiku: I've been into these lately

Lovers Mistakes

Words often times pierce
Brutally to your core and
My hands are not clean

edited for color

Mirrored Wolf
August 7th, 2005, 03:40 PM
My dear , my love,

truely , we are together,
you've shown me yours ,
and i've shown you mine ,
we've made it together ,

when your in the dark ,
i'll hold that candle ,
when im in the black ,
you'll do the same.

We'll travel our minds ,
exploring each place ,
moving together ,
most beautiful grace.

We own nothing ,
yet we have everything all the same.
I see eternity in your eyes ,
like a flicker of hope ,
you shine the brightest.

so in short ,
my darling , my love ,
i own your heart now ,
but it cost me mine first.

acorn elf
August 8th, 2005, 09:12 AM

Open the doors to your golden cage
Grasp the bars and look back in
Dance across the open page
never minding of your sin

You have a new world at your feet
seize the day and take it all
but living with the city beat
gives nothing but a way to fall

Escape the new box, it's the same!
Fleeing with a wicked grin
cheat the rules of a loser's game
Grab the gold and jump back in.

August 9th, 2005, 07:52 AM
I wish I could
strip from myself the shell
and stand before you
as my naked self.
Undisguised, by those things
I pull around me.
Like tarnished armor.
I wish -
the shield would fall
from my eyes.
Like scales of tears.
if I made this so,
would you want
the trembling heart
I hold in my bloodied hands?

August 9th, 2005, 08:54 PM
wow what a lot of poems already :D Lovely work as always everyone. Lets keep them coming in :D

Zhr Morgana
August 11th, 2005, 04:57 PM
Once long ago, you used to write
Words of care and warmed heart
Music animated your soul and smile
Brightening the dark fingers
twanging the strings of my body
But lately those words have died
with the music and imagination
and the illusion of freedom
Your body lies bent and in pain
and I tried my best to heal you
but you bit my fingers
drawing the blood from my heart
draining the love through your teeth
draining the life from your shadow

I can see the poet inside dying
I want to leave flowers on his grave
Kiss the headstone that was life
and that smile that I will never see
I can still see you but now
All I see is a granite shell
Woven of fear, doubt, indifference
or is it just me?
Has the poet died within you or me?
I can't get past the mirror in your eyes

August 21st, 2005, 12:01 PM
Only a fortnight till this month is over so lets see some more lovely poems :D

August 21st, 2005, 12:07 PM
Mist kicked up by gusts
Far off places leave their scent on beaded drops
This ocean is mine
Each cracked angle of foam that never stops
Licking rocks to sand
Ever making patterns on my beached mind
Floating natures toys
Buried in your breath for me to find

August 21st, 2005, 01:05 PM
Through Witches Flight

On a witches flight, I look down on thee,
All I see is lost souls searching,
Through bigots and hypocrites eyes I see,
Such blinding fools who do not really see,

Now science has taken the place of magic,
Ah what a shame to me, But its coming back,
Through the legacy, that which is me.

Now Christians whine and whimper at me,
Your going to hell is what they say to me,
Ah but to judge, I say to thee, is a sin, says your book,
So do not whine at me.

At the end of this magical flight,
This i will share with thee,
There is more here, than most can see,
Use your inner childs imagination,
And finally you will see, what all witches can really see.

)O( Blessed Be )O(

August 21st, 2005, 09:29 PM
Everlasting Winter
By: Estsanatlehi

Long ago,

I lived in the snow,
Trapped in your forest of dreams,
You would throw me into the lake,
And the ice would always break.

I would wait there for the spring,

For the flowers to bloom,
And the birds to sing.

You told me to look away,

Away towards warmer days,
But the purple sun stayed,
And my blood stained,
The snow covered plain.

As red as a rose,

You swore that they would grow,
Grow on the bear thorny row,
You promised that they would be beautiful....
Unlike me.

Brought down,

You lowered my sense of being,
Trapping the fawn in the meadow,
Losing faith in light,
And you could look into my eyes,
And deny,
Your everlasting winter.

August 22nd, 2005, 05:33 AM
Damn but the moon
would be beautiful.
Except it's blurred
throught the veil
of my tears.

The ache in my heart
destroys me.
From the want
of holding you near.

And so my Love
I must lie here and wait.
And read your
words of desire.

And know your Flame
burns as bright as mine,
and our Love
will never tire.

August 22nd, 2005, 08:47 AM
Damn but the moon

would be beautiful.
Except it's blurred
throught the veil
of my tears.

The ache in my heart
destroys me.
From the want
of holding you near.

And so my Love
I must lie here and wait.
And read your
words of desire.

And know your Flame
burns as bright as mine,
and our Love
will never tire.

The moon also weeps,
Silver tears of ice.
Like diamonds they fall,
To adorn your veil.

Inside she is cold,
Empty and alone.
Apart from your touch,
and the heat it affords.

Yet her love shines on,
In silken beams of light.
Read like lover's poems,
In the dark of night.

A fire in the sky,
Burning bright for two.
One light...Two Flames,
Me and you............Storm

August 25th, 2005, 03:50 PM
Thank you for sharing all these lovely poems with us. It's going to be a hard one to judge this time as it always is. Only a little while till I close this months contrabutions so best get them posted if you want them submitted this month :D

:dancy: :ringaroun :dancy:

Akashic Brother
August 25th, 2005, 04:11 PM
My Mother
My mother is earth, for I come from her. She IS me, and I love here deeply. I feel her coursing through my veins. I cry when she weeps, and I bleed when she bleeds. I need to help her, to save her from destructive man. I feel her cry out to me, begging for me to try. I will I tell her! I'll do whatever I can. I pray and I pray that we will stop hurting her so. But what can I do but simply beg and cry.

Are we allowed to submit more than one?
Wavering uncertainty, confusion in the mind.
Answers to questions, fears of insanity.
Evassive perception, endlessly calculating.
Certain doubt, becoming reality.
Things amiss, lacking uniformity.
Impending danger, sensing frailty.
Someone's watching.

Veritas contra mundo
August 25th, 2005, 06:35 PM
Heart of Stone

(C) 2003, Justin Eiler

Notes: Ever wonder how Medusa felt about the heroes who tried to end her life?

I have wandered long among the mortals,
My solitude has driven me quite mad.
I care not if I die before the morning,
If it would bring the peace I've never had.
You say I slew your brother out of malice,
You say that I'm too evil to abide.
So, Hero, have you come to finally kill me?
First listen to my tale, and then decide.

Yes, I loved one who was above my station,
But he it was who had his way with me.
I thought him but a mortal, like the others
I thought his wife a woman, just like me.
I did not try to fight him when he took me,
I did not think to say no to a man!
His wife saw as I suffered his attentions,
But it was me, not him, who felt her hand.

She cursed me for my hair of gold,
And serpents grew instead.
She cursed me for my wine-dark eyes,
Which now will strike you dead.

I wandered long, but never in the daytime.
I cursed and wailed my fate from dusk to dawn.
Though many tried to help me, all were stricken,
Though many try to love me, all are gone.
I look for love, as water in the desert,
I love each one who dies before my eyes.
For I, though made to love, abide alone now,
And with each victim, something in me dies.

A thousand would-be lovers have come calling,
Yet never one has touched before he died.
I am a widow who was never married.
I cannot shed the tears I wish I'd cried.
Your brother came to me, not by my choosing.
He thought to free me from the curse of life.
He pledged to love me while his body lasted,
He only asked if I would be his wife.


And so with all of them--I love and lose them.
They die between the darkness and the dawn.
Your brother was the last of many victims,
But I'm the first, who suffers on and on.
So raise your sword, now, hero! Come and kill me!
If you do not, then your life I will take.
If you would stay your hand now, out of kindness,
Your heart is harder stone than I can make.

August 25th, 2005, 07:17 PM
Sonnet of Man

Upon four legs I start my long journey
Eyes wide open to take in all I see
To protect myself from all that is strife
I rely upon she who gave me life

Upon two legs I continue this quest
Searching that one who will fit me best
Between the two of us we share our fates
Always to hold and love, never to hate

Upon three legs my trek comes to an end
I traveled; I remember; I pretend
My life was filled with happiness and joy
Reminiscient now of the fall of Troy

Upon my back I lay, eyes to the sky
I draw my last breath; I sleep, and I die


August 27th, 2005, 09:11 AM
I walk along shadowed paths
Time rips of memory
Stinking morass of emotions
Washing over me.
I try not to think.
I try to turn it off.
But I wallow in the muck.
Fighting my demons
But I am shit out of luck.
So I swallow the pill
The cure of the ill
And pray that it holds fast
But the numbness wears off
Oblivion does not last.

August 31st, 2005, 12:43 PM
Ok end of the month so it's the end of this months submisions.

I'll go set up the next poll now so I hope to see lots of votes coming in soon.

Best of luck to you all, I'll also be opening a submisions thread for September today so get writing more :D :abbed:

Oh and Akashic Brother and SwordFlameSong only one entry per month. I will be taking your first entries to the polls if you want the others submitted for next months feel free to submit them in the Sept thread.