Poetry That Inspires

Slower

Slower, come,

Off your course,

Cherish those who

Faintly grin and

Murmur of your shadow.

Get a flash of sense and grace,

Find a dewdrop forming on the rise in your hand.

Let them pitter in swarms over your frozen fingers,

Like night that eats away at dusk.

Every turn of earth is repetitious,

Yet things change.

Right and wrong are married in your world.

I have no power in my palm

To change the dusk,

Make it fluctuate effortlessly into swimming pavement.

Slower, and further, carry me through,

I'll find the womb that hushed inside someone's warmth.

Air became water, I almost chocked.

Light is as forceful, and overwhelming,

As the seagull that nibbles away at the last

Cold crumb of your bun,

And you haven't eaten since Jesus' breakfast.

Circle

The past is broken

the present is here

the future unspoken

and yet very near.

The past not forgotten

the present a blur

the future a question

or merely a stare.

The past a long journey

the present once more

the future is coming

just as before.

By JB copyright 1999

Untitled It's really not that hard to escape from this packaged reality this loosely woven sanity eyes quickly lose focus in a dilated haze and I smile because you know I try it helps to lose your mind a little each day Feed me an antibiotic dream and help me on my way a systematic overload and I just can't recall when we became this hypocritical mass of vegetarian politicians This world is contagious and we pass on its disease but my friends don't care we just drink it in an float a little higher

GONE

Take comfort in the sorrow of others

let them sing to me

give me pity give me hate

let me cherish my sorrow alone

why be beautiful, why be whole

when I can burn myself and sell my soul?

Pray to the moon, the stars

ever-changing and inconsistant as your love

maybe they could tell me the secrets of your heart

I fall beneath you, enter your skin

wash over me then washes me ashore

In your eye the sun burnt out

and replaced with ice

now I've seen the other side

and I've known what I can no longer find

when you're beautiful and dying

and the water is deep and cold

you can close your eyes and drown your scars

and become the otherworldly god I once knew

Baby, we've faded like the others said

and I've gone away without you

Now we just have to wait for the rest of the

glitter to disappear too

UNTITLED

Beat up thoughts and

tortured soul

we wanna make sure we get

it right this time

tell your friends to drink it all in

as we lay by the bend and

dream of ways to get higher

Yeah the street store quickie stop

glows brighter than heaven

and we try and remember what we did last night

but each day blurs and hollows

5 minutes less of my life

5 minutes less till I die

and lord knows I've never felt better

Untitled X2 ,and Gone written by NR, copyright 1999

UNTITLED

Tick-tock the moths slam themselves into the windows of my bedroom. Trying to enter, or maybe trying to escape. As I chew on the end of my pen, fingering it not unlike that of a cigarette, I can hear the light whistling of a sleeping body below me.  I move my fingers so that the sparkles have a chance to shine.  Sometimes I wish someone would move the fingers I'm on.

Written By Shannon, copyright 1999

SEGESTA

Stark symmetrical alone perfect against the brilliant sky whispering beauty to the wind the Temple stands noble majestic reflected by the sea Ah Segesta! long ago I called your spirits hiding behind Doric columns fearful they might hear and so awake them from ancestral sleep tomorrow I will climb the narrow path upward to the mountain calling beckoning not as I did once in childlike fear bravely quietly I will wait for them to wake

AND STILL I DREAM....

The years grow distant and still I dream of emerald skies above a coral sea and shining stars like diamonds in a velvet sky of whitewashed houses precarious on high and verdant hills a church bell's plaintive ring thin and far away of crystal waters cool upon the lips purple vineyards shimmering in early morning mist satin petaled orange blossoms perfumed sweet and yellow butterflies with lacy angel wings sunbeams slowly waltzing down magic paths of gold and gentle raindrops jeweled tears on dusty palid leaves the years grow distant and still I dream

"Segesta" and "And still I dream" written by Angela D. copyright 1999

CHOICES

WALKING THROUGH SNOW IS QUIET AND STILL THOUGH FEET GET WET AND COLD, I REALLY DON'T CARE!

WALKING THROUGH WATER, IS SMOOTH AND WET, YOU GET TO FEEL LIKE A KID AGAIN!

WALKING IN HEAT IS YET ANOTHER THING! I KNOW TO BRING WATER AND WEAR COOL CLOTHES, BUT WILL MY HEART TAKE IT?

WALKING DOWN THE BRIDAL ISLE IS FOREEVER. OR IS IT?

WALKING FOR PLEASURE IS WALKING WITH NEW AND OLD FRIENDS.

WALKING UP A HILL BURNS MORE CALORIES BUT NOT SPEED. . ..

THE FIRST AND LAST STEPS

OF LIFE REALLY ARE THE IMPORTANT ONES!

THE CHOICES ARE YOURS. . . STEPS TO GRACE? OR STEPS TO MISERY?

BETTY L. MEINHARDT...COPYRIGHT 1999

Old Boudreaux the Driller

Old Boudreaux had worked the oil, From the humid swamps of Louisiana, To the frozen seas of Britannia. Yet to his home in Breaux Bridge he remained loyal.

He always said ashe buttered his bread, "Boy's someday I'll ride that brake for the last time and you'll have to carry on in my stead. So here's my last request", he said with a bit of a whine.

"Don't leave me n Texas. I never left nothin' there I really need. Those cowboys may think they're in the nexus. I think they're just high on weed".

"Don't leave me in Russia.

There's still some communists around. It would kill my soul to have them tramplin' o'er my resting ground. Ok boy's, now bless ya".

Don't leave me in Iraq. It's too hot and camel hair gives me the itches. Guy's I would surely crack, spending eternity in one of their ditches".

"Jes throw me in the dog house, up next to the fridge, and the next time yore passin' through Louisianne, -chunk me out near Breaux Bridge. Now- there's a hand".

"I'll be back where I belong, where the crawfish and the gators run strong. I've had a ball in this ol' life, so if you please, out I'll go Slumbering gently on the Bayou".

Copyright- D. Messler 1999.

HAVE YOU EVER WONDERED

Have you ever wondered why the sky turns blue to black

or why people talk behind others backs

Have you ever wondered why it goes from sunshine to rain

or how the Lord can put us through so much pain

Have you ever wondered why we cry when we're happy and upset

or why we say things we will soon regret

Have you ever wondered why we whisper then scream

or why we have nightmares and dreams

Have you ever wondered why look at things then turn away

or why we even bother going on from day to day

The answers to these guestions we may never know

no matter how old we grow

Just prepare yourself for the crazy things

that our God may choose to bring

By Andrea Emch copyright 1999

Rebel Star

Rebel ways Rebel days Help me choose well And not be played Let me pick the one for me Help me choose wisely Let me choose the girl of my dreams Let me choose and not in vein Let me choose of love and joy Help out this confused boy  

And then a star

Fell right at me It said choose her Choose Mary The girl it said will treat you well The girl it said will love me It said she will help out A lover at times a friend when in need But love her well and do the same A perfect couple match made from Heaven

Rebel Star written by Josh Swan

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