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[raggie]

Ever since I was born, I have ached to belong. Wandering the streets, I had to be strong. Instructed by peadies and other despicable courses. I eventually found my way into the armed forces. Yeah, sure they broke me in half, offered me to Israel, a fatted calf. Even now, though, twenty years since, I still ache for a brother who looked like Paul Ince. I ask you to please understand, that there is more to it than the march of a band. Hey, I had food, previously rare and a uniform, so people could stare. I sold them my loyalty so I could kill for our royalty. It never entered my head that the queen I defended, really wanted me dead. Even though this fact is painfully true. It didn't make sense to me, does it to you? I still had a heart that beat with a passion, held a gun how others wear fashion. Yeah I bought into our army, while others bought into armani. How dare you judge me from near and afar, yet remain loyal to a fame obsessed star? Not one of them would stand at your side, they are taking you all for a ride. They do not care anything about your health, they only care about their own material wealth. I accept that through the army I got it all wrong. Yet you pay them to lie and sing you a song. You are more brainwashed than me, for I know I am a slave, and you think you are free. I live in poverty with demons in my head, they live in mansions and love angels instead. Can you not see that they live off your sorrow, you are kissing a fool for their wealth of tomorrow. Now is the time we need to get this stuff sorted. It is time they stood up and pubicly courted, the truth of our time and stopped thieving through rhyme. They take all your energy and convert it to money, sing about satan and pretend he's bugs bunny. Yet you judge me for ending up in the forces, while the ones that you worship are satanic dark horses. I tell you that I will not rebate, I will be at them till they step up to the plate. Please let them know what you think, before even further you sink and give them a fucking loud shout, meanwhile for now it's Alpha Delta One over and out.

[raggie]

Friend, daughter, mother sister.
If it wasn't for the cotton, I may have forgotten. My beautiful sister, who teased me for being daft, my beautiful sister who hugged me for building a raft. Together we grew, in the world that we knew. Dressed through the grace of a coupon, always a race when mother had soup on. If it wasn't for the cotton I may have forgotten. Our dad? He was manically duty full, frequently violent. Our mum? Delicately beautiful, painfully silent. I really do miss you and hate us being apart, even more so now that I have opened my heart. You taught me how to poke worms and stroked my head when I had germs. Two plastic phones connected our beds, while nothing but love, flowed through our heads. White hot tears are burning me now. I remember your face, during the row. Ah, that cotton cannot be forgotten. I went off to be brainwashed to kill. You stood elegantly slim, in a delicate dress, with an even more delicate thrill. When I returned, nearly ten years after. You were 25 stone, and ashamed of the laughter. You were still beautiful Karen, with children Kelsey and Darren. We talked and we opened our hearts. The kids ran about and ate jam tarts. You told me the source of your pain. How your husband was shagging a tart, who lived down the lane. I got the family organised and together, you came in a taxi, due to the weather. Dad's laughter got higher and higher. You were delayed, due to a flat tyre. He blamed it all on your weight. I glared at the gate. Inside, you stood and you burned in your shame. I said "FUCK IT", my sister's not to blame. We argued, and we eventually saw, that ignorance isn't the law. We laughed and we cried. You went home and you died. The cotton isn't forgotten. Your husband was off down the lane. Children in bed, your chest filled with pain. Asleep on the couch, I answered the door. A copper said, your sister's no more. We all fell apart. You died while he was shagging a tart. After your funeral I took the dog for a walk, no one there wanted to talk. I walked twenty two miles, calling the dog and counting the smiles. I never looked back and I gave it the sack. I gave the dog to a friend you would know, and strode off into the night, with nowhere to go. Homeless and haunted, yet totally undaunted. Over the years, I have faced a lot of my fears and kind of got it together. I have done all sorts of things, in all sorts of weather. You would be proud of me Karen, I have replanted a soul that had become barren. I am strong and I am proud. I sing about love and I sing it out loud. You will never be forgotten, nor will the cotton, as it goes. It hung down from, inside of your nose.

[nacia]

Ask how and ask when
Try it once and try it twice
Drink it straight and drink it wave
Imagine the word and imagine the scene
Say it right but say it fast
Remember the He and remember the She
See it through and see it fine
Carry it light and carry it wise
Listen for it and listen to it
Walk it straight and walk it high
Wonder one and wonder far
Leave it here and leave there
Smile once and smile forth
For everyhting therein
You shall conquer once more

[raggie]

Every fibre,
resonates,
every nerve,
stretches.

Every pore,
painfully waits,
for all that your love fetches.

I know you are there,
waiting for me.

I sit here aching,
for care,
I know that you see.

I lay near your,
heart,

falling apart.

Spread too thin.

Aching to come in.

Stretched too taut.

Fetched through a thought?

You said you would hold me,

in a way I would know.

Barefoot,
I am running,
through the cold and the snow.

I will breathe,

breathe deep,
and breath slow.

For the path that I walk,
is the one I must know.

[gladys]

From the centre of my life there came a great waterfall
a symphony in blue of all that is me
a cascade of feeling
let loose, set free.

My river she flows, its wetness in sight
oh let my waters reach you
like she reached you that night.

I will wash away your sorrow
no longer bound
no longer lost now we are found.

We will untangle ourselves
so that we can be
all that is loving and all that is free....

[nacia]

It once was YOU
And it once was ME
Did I say rich
Did you say right?
As we both stood
Wondering the skies
A silence came
Another went,
We looked in wait
We searched inrain.
There was a voice
That stood up right.
Just as we turned,
We saw it come
We saw it stand.
We clinched our hands
We closed our eyes
One minute pass or maybe two
Just as we breathed
Our silence met
We felt it close
We felt it near
And thus we went
In search and far
Reaching the highs
Further we climbed
Those were the moves
We both had made.

[thommo]

My Friends in Collections

By thommo

My friends in collections you've written to me,
The point of your letter I'm failing to see.
You're asking for money that doesn't exist,
your 'legal' request I'm going to resist.
The Bills of Exchange Act of 1882,
just by signing the agreement the money is created for you?
The business you do is based on a fraud,
not known by the minions but it is by the board.
Our Common Law the law of this land,
is what I abide and with that I will stand.
You may send out your agents to come and collect,
but harassment and fear you know I'll reject.
My person is copyrighted and I've trademarked it too,
if you use it again I will invoice you.
If the debt is enforceable why not go straight to court,
so a judge can rule honestly on the case that you've brought.
Lawful and legal mean different things,
but that's the confusion that legalese brings.
Is there a contract signed by both parties in wet ink?
if I study your armour I will find a chink.
How much will it cost you by the time we are done,
and I invoice you my charges that weren't sent in fun?
So here is your chance to just call it quits,
and go find that agreement and tear it to bits.

[raggie]

My love flows,
it flows,
as string.

Unwound,
upon a stream.

Threaded knots,
keep a dear and,
precious dream.

My love flows,
as strings,
taut,
taut upon a harp.

Such sweet melody,
heard in a world,
ever sharp.

My love it flows,
as twine,
blown across a field.

Difficult to gather,
reluctant to yield.

My love it flows,
it flows as string.

It encircles everything.

Through my eyes,
my love doth bleed.

Through my heart,
I have,
all I need.

My love it flows,
it flows as string.

I thank you for the knots,

and everything.

[vajradhatu]

I awoke at half two
To a false dawn chorus -
Apollo's heralds were glamoured
By the low, full moon.
I could understand their confusion
It hung bright in the sky
Like the morning's sun.

It was the cockerels that started it -
Their cacophonous braying alerting the others
To the pretender in the sky
That usurper of Apollo
Filled with wisdom and madness
That awakens in men a fear
Of their own minds.

Gradually, others joined their voices
With Apollo's heralds
Worshipping their lord
Blackbird, tit, starling, chaffinch
Casting their spell that weaves the day.

For myself, I could not appreciate
That moment's humour and beauty
Blinded as I was by misfortune and woe:
My bed had burst and I slept on the ground
Wrapped in a blanket of cold and tears.

But they sang me to sleep
Those deluded song weavers
They sang me dreams of
Diamonds and fire
Come the morning
Inspiration woke me
With knowledge of the battle
I call my mind.

Thirst, aversion
Attachment to things lost
All as illusory as the sun in the night.
Grasping, rejection
Filling every waking moment
My deluded mind's chorus
For the Lord of the Sun.

I wonder now
If the birds woke late
Rueful and abashed
Unable to look each other in the eye.
Or did they rise with Apollo
Secure in the knowledge
That they sang me succour
In my night of grief?

I cannot say -
I do not know the minds of birds
But I am grateful
And I thank them for their kindness
For knowledge of the battle
For singing me dreams of
Diamonds and fire.

[raggie]

Laid on with the grass,

I question the ether.

Why so short on the earth?

and so long laid beneath her?

The questions I ask,

don't match the answers I find.

It's a risky game,

playing kerplunk with my mind.

Laid on with the grass,

the marbles are falling.

I am covered in ash,

and destiny's calling,

to clean up a flat,

increasingly grim.

Laid on with the grass,

the chances are slim.

Laid on with the grass,

I am feeling quite munchy,

for something chocolate and soft,

nothing too crunchy.

Laid on with the grass,

my teeth, they are throbbing,

I said to my dealer,

they are doing my gob in.

Laid on with the grass,

I'm feeling quite raunchy,

for a woman with curves,

and suitably haunchy.

Laid on with the grass,

I am starting to think,

give it another ten minutes,

and I'll be doing the sink.

Laid on with the grass,

I question the ether.

Why so quick when on top?

and so long laid beneath her?

[crystalline]

Zak wakes up
Zak eats
Zak burps
Zak chases a mouse
Gets lost
And comes back home again.

Zak watches telly
Zak spills some oil
Cooks a meal
And sets the house on fire.

Zak burns
Zak jumps in the pool
Zak is all black
But Zak is still happy
Zak wrote a poem
You're reading it.


This was written by my son when he was 9.

He has autistic spectrum disorder and when he was diagnosed we were told he would have limited or no imagination.

I am extremely proud of him, and glad to share this with you.

It was published a couple of years ago, he never received any royalties or anything but we have the book and it's a lovely reminder/keepsake.

[chrysoprase]

I like Zak the Cat

It's a very imaginative poem.

It's no wonder that you are proud, crystalline

[earthicastar]

Rock'y ...  edge of niwot, 10,00 feat..
jus luuk fore the guitar playin a freak
see the church with the pipes
ringin out through the town,

twicefull of ghosts she blew off the mound 
 ....nine teen oh six, she burned down to sticks,  
.. be wise er u'll 'neder land' on d'bit

go up a few smiles toward estes n 'park'
jus afor'd 'millsite', fine'd a'gole 'min'der
he no d'weigh to hazel and d'inah,
b hed dare n d' fogist
sumerwear aft a'gist

long's d' crik don ruzz
eye bead aire on de 'fife'
cept' member ...wear'y was
fore scons aft d'life

tink ahm kidin? dat's w'dey sol me
so, dat be dee, ... diss day toll me


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If you can figure out what town I'm describing here.. you'll know where to find me.. and when to find me there

[thommo]

Originally Posted by crystalline

Zak wakes up
Zak eats
Zak burps
Zak chases a mouse
Gets lost
And comes back home again.

Zak watches telly
Zak spills some oil
Cooks a meal
And sets the house on fire.

Zak burns
Zak jumps in the pool
Zak is all black
But Zak is still happy
Zak wrote a poem
You're reading it.


This was written by my son when he was 9.

He has autistic spectrum disorder and when he was diagnosed we were told he would have limited or no imagination.

I am extremely proud of him, and glad to share this with you.

It was published a couple of years ago, he never received any royalties or anything but we have the book and it's a lovely reminder/keepsake.

I think that is a really cool poem. Despite having autistic spectrum disorder, he clearly has more imagination than most 9 year olds. Given the right opportunities, I would wager money that he will totally go beyond what the doctors have said he will be capable of

Thank you for sharing, you are right to be proud.

[thommo]

Originally Posted by earthicastar

Rock'y ...  edge of niwot, 10,00 feat..
jus luuk fore the guitar playin a freak
see the church with the pipes
ringin out through the town,

twicefull of ghosts she blew off the mound 
 ....nine teen oh six, she burned down to sticks,  
.. be wise er u'll 'neder land' on d'bit

go up a few smiles toward estes n 'park'
jus afor'd 'millsite', fine'd a'gole 'min'der
he no d'weigh to hazel and d'inah,
b hed dare n d' fogist
sumerwear aft a'gist

long's d' crik don ruzz
eye bead aire on de 'fife'
cept' member ...wear'y was
fore scons aft d'life

tink ahm kidin? dat's w'dey sol me
so, dat be dee, ... diss day toll me


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If you can figure out what town I'm describing here.. you'll know where to find me.. and when to find me there

I like this. After having read it 4 times, I started to get it It is early here and I am yet to wake up! lol

Estes park is in Colorado
Niwot is in Colorado
Dry creek seems to be mentioned in that area.
Somewhere near there on 5th September?

[crystalline]

thanks chrysophase and thommo for comments on my lads poem. I do think that my lad will go beyond what the specialists predicted, he was assessed recently and academically he has IQ of a 17 year old so who knows?
He wants to be a physicist.

earthicastar the language style of your poem seems gaelic ???

Is it somewhere in Scotland?

[raggie]

Originally Posted by crystalline

Zak wakes up
Zak eats
Zak burps
Zak chases a mouse
Gets lost
And comes back home again.

Zak watches telly
Zak spills some oil
Cooks a meal
And sets the house on fire.

Zak burns
Zak jumps in the pool
Zak is all black
But Zak is still happy
Zak wrote a poem
You're reading it.

Zak is great,
he's my mate,
I won't forget his name.
Zak is a lion with a mane.
Zak is Zak,
I for one,
hope that,
Zak comes back.
I love Zak. :-)

[crystalline]

Originally Posted by raggie

Zak is great,
he's my mate,
I won't forget his name.
Zak is a lion with a mane.
Zak is Zak,
I for one,
hope that,
Zak comes back.
I love Zak. :-)

Love this.

gonna show my lad this tommorrow.

Thanks for sharing.

[raggie]

Originally Posted by crystalline

Love this.

gonna show my lad this tommorrow.

Thanks for sharing.

thank you :-)

[fingersync]

I waited for Spring; before it woke
Took it from the cradled moon
And hid it in my room
Behind the door on a villains note
To shine when shut
On hidden life
god forgot under the bed.
At the morning crow
It slipped through sneering crack
Outside waiting for repentant tears.