sorry bout the bugger up of my first 2 posts as I couldn't work out how to copy and paste without all the addons.

Wow, your poems are just beautiful. So nice to read. I love poetry

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No more editing.. I'll fix it! LMAO... there are a bunch of doubles and stuff.. don't touch them!! I'm working on it..

Sorry I didn't mean to sound so harsh.. it's in bold so other members notice it too..

Well done on figuring it out! Nice!

bec

and then I delete the bold.. so for ALL MEMBERS:

PLEASE DO NOT COPY AND PASTE POSTS FROM WORDPERFECT, COREL, MICROSOFT WORK. COPY AND PASTE USING NOTEPAD OR WORDPAD ONLY AS EDITORS HAVE TO CLEAN UP TAGS.. ALL THE TIME!!

Sunset on the Lake

I love to see the lake at sunset,
Very different so much later.
Quieter now, it seems to whisper...
"Come and worship the Creator."

Crickets begin a late serenade
As colors dance across the water.
The masterpiece of His creation
Performing for the Heav'nly Father.

The whipporwill adds his approval,
While ripples tip-toe on the surface,
More evidence of His love for man;
The beauty of Heaven is His purpose.

cathy

I’m Not Afraid

It’s midnight and I’m not afraid,
Finally peace has come again.
Why should I then fear the LORD?
He has forgiven all my sin.

My life is in the blood, I’m told,
So I can feel it drip away…
Or, run like a river of red,
Gone just too fast to even pray.

No, I don’t have to be this way,
Struggling and feeling so insane.
Why not just give up and let go?
The only loss would be the pain.

I know He will carry me through,
Yes, all this time I should have known.
He will welcome me home at last,
No more in turmoil must I roam.

I wrote this poem after reading in the paper a couple of years ago about a homeless fellow that was found behind a closed down grocery store. He had been dead six months.

The Season's Mood
When leaves of red amber and brown fly through the air and color the town,
A cool wind blows across the sky and migrating birds start to feverishly fly.
Autumn is here and cold weather draws near.
Without the warmth and shelter of home, I search for a cover as I begin to roam.
It seems just when the moist grass flows and under my feet its softness grows,
Winter comes and freezes it away and cold turns the sky somber grey.
While wondering I see my search is through, though the cold autumn rain's turned my cheeks lonely blue.
There's a viaduct ahead where I can make my bed.
When the rain goes away I'll have elsewhere to stay.
I can smell the spices of holiday food as the city takes on a busy mood.
But I'm in no hurry, I've no need to scurry.
I'll celebrate the season with booze and no reason.
Then when I sleep I will dream of a fight where the sun wins the sky with its warming light.
The shadows won't haunt me with voices of fear as my breath grows shallow and death draws near.
When springtime comes with its sweet scented song, the city will celebrate the days growing long.
Only as summer's carefree fun takes place in the heat of its bright yellow sun,
Will the city notice I'm no longer around to linger where invisibility abounds.

Song of Hope
There’s a place that’s far beyond the stars.
It’s a place where living leaves no scars.
It’s ripened sweet in shallow graves where solace grows in silent waves.
Above the bloodshed, dirt, and grief are souls left sleeping with belief.
From dust we come to dust we return as our spirits wait without concern.
Comfort will rise in the eyes of the weak as the light of creation begins to speak.
No child left naked and cold in defeat will ever have to bear the heat.
There’s a time when time will cease to exist.
It’s a time when mortality fades like a mist.
It’s carried out in canyons deep where those still living arduously sweep.
Above the bloodshed, dirt, and grief are souls left sleeping with belief.
From dust we come to dust we return as our spirits wait without concern.
Comfort will rise in the eyes of the weak as the light of creation begins to speak.
No child left naked alone and afraid will ever again have to feel betrayed.
There are words that speak in simple ways.
They tell of humanity’s complex days.
They are understood amid the broken glass where vision was once a blurry mass.
Above the bloodshed, dirt, and grief are souls left sleeping with belief.
From dust we come to dust we return as our spirits wait without concern.
Comfort will rise in the eyes of the weak as the light of creation begins to speak.
No child left naked lied to and beat will ever have to face defeat.

The Storm


As the dark clouds gather
Across a frightened sky,
Booming thunder threatens
While lightening flashes by.

Harsh winds blow through rudely,
Just pushing trees aside.
Always in a hurry
To find a place to hide.

The rain begins to fall
Like silent lonely tears.
Is it a child crying
Because of secret fears?

The sun has stepped back
Behind a cloudy wall.
As if, by not seeing
This storm was not at all.

The storm is over now,
The sun comes out to shine.
But, how can it shine on
This flooded heart of mine?
cathy

Escape

Close your eyes, feel the sun warm your face.
Let yourself go to another place.
Feel the breeze. See how the great palms dance.
Smell the sea air while you have this chance.

Listen as sea gulls bark at the sun.
It’s peaceful here where no one can come.
Feel the warmth of sand beneath your feet,
Watching crabs, as two of them compete.

Hear as waves tell secrets to the sand.
See the tide draw closer to the land.
Escape this world. Forget you are there.
Stay here, where the salt spray’s in the air.
cathy

I wake in a dream
screams in my ears
are they inside my head still
Am i the only one to hear it?
Make it stop, let me be
I need the silence, i want to sleep
Flickering storms energy
flowing forming breaking
Living dreaming falling
Unable to land
She takes over sometimes
her vibrant energy
violent pain.
She is the destroyer,
Paingiver and vengence.
I loath her, I love her
I hate that she is me
A part of me all of me
Contained still, beneath my skin
See her moving, fighting, driiving you away
Don't let her scare you
She isn't that bad.
She only wants to protect, to save
To keep me safe.
She embraces me, arms hot
burning protective
Icy cold mind, doesn't care
Will pay her debt in blood
Blood and memory binds us together
Can't let go of her
She is me and I am her
a phantom of my mind
All of me and yet only a fragment.



*coff* how I feel tonight. I just let te words come out.