RimenorReason

What would you have me write; a pleasing word perhaps? Or is it flattery alone that pleases and satiates your ego’s near- insatiable appetite for re-cog-nition. Or perhaps a sonnet in rhyming scan will suffice. A fanfare of your greatness; and an olive wreath for your humility. You need more, you... Sign in to see full entry.

THE DANSE MACABRE I have grown weary with this world and its many shadings of truth and falsehood. I say to this world:: “NO MORE! Be done with me and take whatever plunder that may be left in the wake of my passing.” All that is noteworthy has now become passé; and the mundane has assumed the regal... Sign in to see full entry.

I have no more poetry. j Sign in to see full entry.

Ah! 'Tis position, I perceive even here, in this bastion of endless process, like in all matters earthly, yes...position carries with it a... what shall it be called? "Cachet or a Gravitas of purpose", I believe would suffice. Yet, in matters of the mind who knows the direction from whence the... Sign in to see full entry.

I came to you, a mystery to myself as much as others. And now you would have me, with a wave of my mind, divulge that which even I cannot fathom. I told you in the beginning, before promises were made and intentions became transparent, I am a mystery; so do not ask me to know myself now, or explain... Sign in to see full entry.

You come to me with murmurs of passion, your presence an incense in itself. I taste your skin, it is as sweet as nectar, and the memory comes away, as I reach for you, I see the love burning like candles in your eyes, even in this darkened room. For these many years of pain and sorrow, of good times... Sign in to see full entry.

I "lifted" it from C.R. Shelley's bio. Such a fine poem and shouldn't be hidden away, even by accident. Hope you don't mind, C.R. joab About Me About me I’m a mystery An ink pen spilling Life’s ecstasy I’m invisible Until I hit the page My black and white rainbow Is all the rage Plant my words and... Sign in to see full entry.

I am going to post a short poem by Nathan. He was to write a poem only as as introduction to himself. This is what he wrote. By the way, he was in the 6th grade. j ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- BIO-POEM My name is Nathan... nice, healthy,... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008 You chastise me with a single, arched, eyebrow, since you know that words, hurled like stones, would never reach their intended target. So, rather than a full and fair frontal assault, you have, instead, resorted to archery. joab/80 Sign in to see full entry.

There was a man, and such a man was he, Whose ambitions rivaled Caesar’s, to grasp, However meager, the throne of the Presidency. He laid his “foundation” well and used it to Build his wealth. But like the midnight raider, His first nature is to move by stealth. And like poor old MacBeth with all of... Sign in to see full entry.