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Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#3614 Nov 17, 2012
The early November rain has a smell
that lingers among grass and earth

and the diffusing gray of the city sky
makes the car lights more luminous

this might be a fantasy but it is rather the other side of the poem

on the other side of the poem
I see a form in the shadows:
legs, a breast, an obscured face

and some who no longer walk Earth

on the other side of the poem
I am writing the poem
in their immense silence

of grief without reference

each dawn on the other side of the poem
comets streak the sky

permission is asked to enter the abstractions
infecting speech

when we cannot find the counters
to clarify the emotion that engulfs us

I am often speaking of this
with someone in my head
who is never absent

on the other side of the poem........



Now the stunning sun shines
on the other side of the poem

objects of an age: a condom, a joint, a microchip

ten or a hundred or a thousand years ago
it was said saints walked among the people

on the other side of the poem
is the blank world past which there is nothing

and the other world
of endless possibility

which are the same worlds
in so far as memory and
imagination converge in the actual

though sometimes
I forget who walks the rooms

if I am the son or the father
with a woman or with Mother

while the mausoleums of the clouds
disperse and gather
while the vaults of the oceans
are rebuilt and leveled

the thunder of the armies and of the engines
that Alexander brought to Phoenicia to raze Tyre

we are born to the Earth
and made its rulers

until each is the alien
stranded without choice on the Earth

in whose gravity
the mourner kneels

on the other side of the poem.....
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#3616 Nov 18, 2012
In the light of the morning dawn,
the sunlight flickering on our lawn,
I roll over to see
her gazing at me.
On her face, a smile drawn.

I reach to graze her tender skin
And peer deep into her eyes…

In spite of the lingering pain
from all of last night’s strain,
she pierces me
with honest glee.
The details – too profane.

I reach to graze her smile chagrin
And burrow deep into her thighs…

What is next, My Love?
More heat to never speak of?
I grab the rope;
She squeals with hope.
The promises now given a shove.

I reach to graze her mortal sin
And stare deep into her lies…

“Im Your Friend”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Always Will Be

#3617 Nov 18, 2012
One of the hardest things in life is watching the person you love,love someone else!!!!!

Level 8

Since: Jun 08

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#3620 Nov 19, 2012
AdrianDeVine wrote:
<quoted text>
Wonderful at plagiarizing! It must have been from DeVine!
Poem written by Rabindranath Tagore
http://www.indolink.com/Poetry/myDepend.html
um actually no...... Adrian didn't send me this........

and as i have said..... HE SENT ME IT...... HE DIDN'T WRITE IT......

Level 8

Since: Jun 08

Location hidden

#3621 Nov 19, 2012
AdrianDeVine wrote:
<quoted text>
Copied/pasted from this site:
http://ismsmessages.com/ghazal-sms/forget-abo...
thank you..... i'm sure he did..... but the meaning is still there..... he's a friend .... and he likes to send me stuff... which i think is cool.....

have a nice day.

“Im Your Friend”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Always Will Be

#3622 Nov 19, 2012
I have a heart and that is true,but now it has gone from me to you,so care for it just like I do becasue I have no heart and you now have two.!!!
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#3623 Nov 19, 2012
When all the passions are at last spent
They lead out the mother martyrs
Who honestly have the most to lose
Having regurgitated soul, heart and brains
At some earlier stage, having sent a pigeon-chested
Yellow parcel of skin forth into the dung.

They are more parts water than anyone else:
Tears rush to blur their eyes at the smells of
Jasmine, milk, meadowsweet, bread.
Every night they fight a constricting doubt
Winding itself about their neck, chewing, pawing
Severing important arteries and nervous structures:
Every night in their sleep they are closer to dying
Than the rest, because with one act they have become two
And they perceive their own death always from outside
As a halving, a terrible halving, with a sharpened sword.


Inside it are the most beautiful animals of all.
The most dangerous animals.
The most vulnerable animals.
The ones with the most coloured plumage.
The ones with stripes.
The ones with the loudest songs.

Outside it are the ones who might be hurt.
Our eyes are burned by colour.
Our flesh is torn by claws.
Our ears are troubled by the untrammelled
cacophony of nature.
Our cameras –

In the dust of the enclosure, in the pen,
the caged cat paces, darkly miraculous
inside her suit of cat skin.
The squid-woman swims oblivious in light and water.
Behind the wall, the rhino nurses her infant,
innocent even of her horn.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#3624 Nov 19, 2012
(for Lady Macbeth.....You'll know who I mean)



I wish that children came
easy as a lie.

That blood came, dropped like
so many seeds

thoughtlessly.

It’s as if someone has
sewn me up.

So I took the handle of a knife
and split a slit.

Finally blood, for all the
months I missed.

Imagined a pomegranate
spilling red-bruised-black.

Imagined a girl her flesh
was blue and sad

imagined a boy his hair
was black like mine

imagined myself stretched
scream-open and alive.

It took five hours to
stitch me up.

They left my hands red
so as not to forget.

~DeVine.

“Just a lil' humor there.....”

Since: Sep 12

OR NOT .... <[;-)

#3625 Nov 19, 2012
SOBRIQUET DeVINE wrote:
When all the passions are at last spent
They lead out the mother martyrs
Who honestly have the most to lose
Having regurgitated soul, heart and brains
At some earlier stage, having sent a pigeon-chested
Yellow parcel of skin forth into the dung.
They are more parts water than anyone else:
Tears rush to blur their eyes at the smells of
Jasmine, milk, meadowsweet, bread.
Every night they fight a constricting doubt
Winding itself about their neck, chewing, pawing
Severing important arteries and nervous structures:
Every night in their sleep they are closer to dying
Than the rest, because with one act they have become two
And they perceive their own death always from outside
As a halving, a terrible halving, with a sharpened sword.
Inside it are the most beautiful animals of all.
The most dangerous animals.
The most vulnerable animals.
The ones with the most coloured plumage.
The ones with stripes.
The ones with the loudest songs.
Outside it are the ones who might be hurt.
Our eyes are burned by colour.
Our flesh is torn by claws.
Our ears are troubled by the untrammelled
cacophony of nature.
Our cameras –
In the dust of the enclosure, in the pen,
the caged cat paces, darkly miraculous
inside her suit of cat skin.
The squid-woman swims oblivious in light and water.
Behind the wall, the rhino nurses her infant,
innocent even of her horn.
Happy Holidays Adrain.
:)

Again, I will state how nice it is to see you in a variety
of threads. Kind of shocked to see that christian after you in such a way. Hmmmm. Bless their hearts -- the whole lot of them.
;-)

“Just a lil' humor there.....”

Since: Sep 12

OR NOT .... <[;-)

#3626 Nov 19, 2012
Of course I had wondered if Australians celebrate our same holidays. Another from Brisbane, just informed me you don't celebrate this upcoming holiday we do in the states. Oh.

What about Christmas - Isn't that pretty universal?
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#3627 Nov 20, 2012
PESCreate wrote:
Of course I had wondered if Australians celebrate our same holidays. Another from Brisbane, just informed me you don't celebrate this upcoming holiday we do in the states. Oh.
What about Christmas - Isn't that pretty universal?
Nope, we don't, I would have though you'd realize that Trish, seeing as that your history is almost two-hundred years older than ours, and we have totally different holiday celebrations......however we do celebrate Easter & Christmas the same as you Americans.

“Im Your Friend”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Always Will Be

#3628 Nov 20, 2012
When the past calls let it go straight to voice mail because it has nothing more to say!!!!

“Im Your Friend”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Always Will Be

#3629 Nov 20, 2012
well look at my pretty little judgeits..LOL
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#3630 Nov 20, 2012
Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone. As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden
transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice You must note
the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.
The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.

Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into
the conversation. The kettle is singing
even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness and
seen the good in you at last. All the birds
and creatures of the world are unutterably
themselves. Everything is waiting for you.
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#3631 Nov 21, 2012
Who is sleeping with. In the warm bed.

Where is the right word is exact in its shade of
red.

Who is sleeping with. The lips aloud with love.

The ecstasy you wanted, followed by a shove.

Who is sleeping with. Whom? Where are they

you've slept with, tonight, today?

Who is sleeping with. The lonely ones. In dream.

A limpid breast of feeling, as the genitals do
scheme.

Who is sleeping with. Exactly who in night

sleeps with whom, too soon, or late, unite.

Who is sleeping with. Upon what bed. Sea or moon.

Room. Fire. Door. Land. Sleepless as a crazed
loon.

Who is sleeping with. Children or abortions.

Sexual, sensual, or perhaps, made erotic till
contortions.

Who is sleeping with. Calm, calm as noon

taps summer's doorstep. Or does doubt wound?

Who is sleeping with. For years after years.

The turns of cheer and tear, as time calms fears.

Who is sleeping with. Do what is to do.

Sadness falls again when... with is sleeping who.

“Im Your Friend”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Always Will Be

#3632 Nov 21, 2012
A good relationship is with someone who knows all your insecurties but still loves you for who you are!!!!!
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#3633 Nov 21, 2012
I love her with such hatred.
Her seduction so subtle,
so blatantly cruel.
That angelic look
hints of the treacherous she-devil.
Her eyes flash the heat of passion,
but she looks away,
her nipples erect,
as she sings of God’s glory.

What power this seductress wields,
hot lava pours from her lips,
men melt
and I am among those consumed.
She smiles and honey drips from her mouth,
and men forgive her brutal tease
and I too fall mesmerized at her feet.

Between her thighs
the burn of desire flavors the air,
she speaks of love and virtue,
and men struggle to maintain composure.
My eyes drop from her eyes,
my conscience scolds, my instincts govern.
I want this virgin,
and I am not alone.

“Im Your Friend”

Level 9

Since: Mar 12

Always Will Be

#3634 Nov 21, 2012
A woman brought you into this world and you have no right to disrespect one!!!!!
Anonymous

Brisbane, Australia

#3635 Nov 22, 2012
I should’ve tried harder, I should’ve tried to make you a part of my world
I should’ve made it clear, I should’ve made you my girl
I should’ve of asked you to stay, I should’ve told you not to leave.
I should’ve acted better, I should’ve been the man you needed me to be.
I should’ve held you a little tighter, I should’ve kissed you a little more
I should’ve been there when you needed me, I should’ve never let your feet hit the floor
I should’ve said I love you, I should’ve told you the truth.
I should’ve listened when you spoke , I should’ve talked to you.
I should’ve looked you in the eyes, I should’ve kept you close.
I should’ve kept it real, I should’ve loved you the most

I could’ve of shown you the world, I could’ve made you smile.
I could’ve been your world, I could’ve had your child.
I could’ve spoiled you with you love, I could’ve held your hand.
I could’ve made you happy, I could’ve made things grand.
I could’ve of stood by your side, I could’ve had your back.
I could’ve encouraged you, I could’ve kept your mind intact.
I could’ve satisfied your needs, I could’ve supported your dreams.
I could’ve given you my all, I could’ve quieted your screams.
I could’ve been your future, I could’ve been your partner in life
I could’ve been your soul mate, I could’ve made you my wife.

We would’ve changed the world, we would’ve been forever.
We would’ve started a love, we would’ve always stayed together.
We would’ve had a family, we would’ve shared a past.
We would’ve been together, we would’ve made it last.
We would’ve loved each other, we would’ve worked as two
We would’ve been great lovers, we would’ve been best friends too.
We would’ve walked the earth together; we would’ve been husband and wife.
We would’ve been two lovers; we would’ve lived one life.
We should’ve, we could’ve, and we would’ve.
We should’ve, we could’ve, we would’ve.

“Eleanor, Where is your heart?!”

Level 6

Since: Nov 11

Location hidden

#3636 Nov 22, 2012
PILGRIM's PROGRESS by JOhn Bunyon (excerpt)
TALKATIVE: Nay, my part is not now to object, but to hear; let me, therefore, have your
second question.
FAITHFUL: It is this: Do you experience this first part of the description of it; and doth your
life and conversation testify the same? Or standeth your religion in word or tongue, and not in deed
and truth? Pray, if you incline to answer me in this, say no more than you know the God above will
say Amen to, and also nothing but what your conscience can justify you in; for not he that
commendeth himself is approved, but whom the Lord commendeth. Besides, to say I am thus and
thus, when my conversation, and all my neighbors, tell me I lie, is great wickedness.
Then Talkative at first began to blush; but, recovering himself, thus he replied: You come now
to experience, to conscience, and to God; and to appeal to him for justification of what is spoken.
This kind of discourse I did not expect; nor am I disposed to give an answer to such questions,
because I count not myself bound thereto, unless you take upon you to be a catechiser; and though
you should so do, yet I may refuse to make you my judge. But I pray, will you tell me why you ask
me such questions?
FAITHFUL: Because I saw you forward to talk, and because I knew not that you had aught
else but notion. Besides, to tell you all the truth, I have heard of you that you are a man whose
religion lies in talk, and that your conversation gives this your mouth-profession the lie. They say

you are a spot among Christians, and that religion fareth the worse for your ungodly conversation;
that some have already stumbled at your wicked ways, and that more are in danger of being destroyed
thereby: your religion, and an ale-house, and covetousness, and uncleanness, and swearing, and
lying, and vain company-keeping, etc., will stand together. The proverb is true of you which is said
of a harlot, to wit,“That she is a shame to all women:” so are you a shame to all professors.
TALKATIVE: Since you are so ready to take up reports, and to judge so rashly as you do, I
cannot but conclude you are some peevish or melancholy man, not fit to be discoursed with; and
so adieu.
Then up came Christian, and said to his brother, I told you how it would happen; your words
and his lusts could not agree. He had rather leave your company than reform his life. But he is
gone, as I said: let him go; the loss is no man’s but his own. He has saved us the trouble of going
from him; for he continuing (as I suppose he will do) as he is, would have been but a blot in our
company: besides, the apostle says,“From such withdraw thyself.”
FAITHFUL: But I am glad we had this little discourse with him; it may happen that he will
think of it again: however, I have dealt plainly with him, and so am clear of his blood if he perisheth.
CHRISTIAN: You did well to talk so plainly to him as you did. There is but little of this faithful
dealing with men now-a-days, and that makes religion to stink so in the nostrils of many as it doth;
for they are these talkative fools, whose religion is only in word, and who are debauched and vain
in their conversation, that (being so much admitted into the fellowship of the godly) do puzzle the
world, blemish Christianity, and grieve the sincere. I wish that all men would deal with such as
you have done; then should they either be made more conformable to religion, or the company of
saints would be too hot for them. Then did Faithful say,
“How Talkative at first lifts up his plumes!
How bravely doth he speak! How he presumes
To drive down all before him! But so soon
As Faithful talks of heart-work, like the moon
That’s past the full, into the wane he goes;
And so will all but he that heart-work know.”
Thus they went on, talking of what they had seen by the way, and so made that way easy, which
would otherwise no doubt have been tedious to them, for now they went through a wilderness.
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