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    One Hand moves up to remove the blindfold,
    The other hand moves up to stop it.
    One Candle burns on through the night,
    The other Candle flairs up and is extinguished.

    Four directions the wind blows strong,
    Spiraling throughout the realm of time.
    Two swans fly out to meet the coming storm,
    Spiraling throughout the realm of life.

    One Face ascends to spiral of Light,
    The other Face falls in to the spiral of darkness.
    One Blade cuts through the spiral of souls,
    The other Blade cuts through the spiral of flesh.

    Forever more under hail and storm
    Cracking thunder amidst the dead of nigh
    Claim my soul harbinger of hell.
    Toll Oh bells of misfortune,
    For the spiral of discontent calls her name.


    .......
    SpiralDragon


    so how meny poets do we have here

    yes i know i am a very morbid person deal with it
    "They say that dreams are real only as long as they last. Couldn't you say the same thing about life?"

  • #2
    They told me it couldn't be done,
    With a smile I went right to it.
    I tackled that job that couldn't be done,
    ...And couldn't do it!

    (Ogden Nash)
    Brian (the devil incarnate)

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    • #3
      The Voice and the Abyss

      A voice calls for me from the abyss,
      Many before me have been called.
      Motionless, fearful they stand,
      Careless they heed not the voice.

      A voice calls for me from the abyss,
      Fear, my human nature bids me stay,
      But my heart rises in revolt,
      My comfort, it knows, lies in the abyss.

      A voice bids me come into the abyss,
      A voice calls for me from the land that is feared.
      An enchanting voice, a divine voice,
      The voice of she, my sacrificed soul,
      Anointed will be, by her hand so smooth,
      A thousand fold, purer than the truest gold,
      Into the abyss I go.

      Far I fared, fear I feared,
      Feeling steal.
      Battles I fought, dragons I caught,
      Orcs I slought.
      Lost I was, night being day,
      Day being night.
      Blood I lost, hope squeezed out of my veins,
      What were my gains?

      A voice I heard from beyond my world,
      Healing my wounds,
      beckoning me through.

      Shadows have passed,
      swords being cast,
      Comfort was at hand
      In the arms of her who my heart followed.

      In a field of green,
      by a river so blue,
      Under a mountain of white,
      my heart, sacrificed, revived a new.

      Her voice found me,
      Her eyes met me,
      her arms held me.
      The world I left behind rots with fear,
      Fear of love and the unknown,
      Fear of the voice and the abyss.
      "They say that dreams are real only as long as they last. Couldn't you say the same thing about life?"

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      • #4
        come on guys.... i know that there is poet in each and every one of you....... ....
        "They say that dreams are real only as long as they last. Couldn't you say the same thing about life?"

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        • #5
          Roses are red
          Violets are blue
          Some of my poems rhyme
          And some don't

          Lady, people aren't chocolates. Do you know what they are mostly? Bastards. Bastard coated bastards with bastard filling. But I don't find them half as annoying as I find naive, bubble-headed optimists who walk around vomiting sunshine. -- Dr. Perry Cox

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          • #6
            I call this piece "Say what come to mind"

            I had a hamster, he died.
            I had a girlfriend, she lied.
            My hair is orange, it's dyed.
            So what if my potatoes are fried!
            I like having sex with hands tied!
            I wash my clothes using Tide.
            Oh my god that ass is wide!

            I said I could do poetry, I lied.
            Titanium is the new bling!
            (you heard from me first!)

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            • #7
              Homer: Lisa, you like homework, could you fill out this form for me?

              Lisa: Well, alright. If you listen to the poem I just wrote.

              Homer: D'oh! Oh, okay.

              Lisa: Meditations on turning eight, by Lisa Simpson.

              I had a cat named Snowball, she died, she died
              Mom said she was sleeping, she lied, she lied
              Why oh why is my cat dead?
              Couldn't that Chrysler hit me instead?
              I had a hamster named Snuffy, she di-

              Homer: No deal.
              Lady, people aren't chocolates. Do you know what they are mostly? Bastards. Bastard coated bastards with bastard filling. But I don't find them half as annoying as I find naive, bubble-headed optimists who walk around vomiting sunshine. -- Dr. Perry Cox

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              • #8
                There once was a man from Nantucket,
                Who had such a long dick he could suck it.
                He said with a grin, as he wiped off his chin,
                If my ear was a kunt I would phuck it.
                #1 DRILL SERGEANT PICK-UP LINE

                "You make me hornier before 9 AM than most
                people do all day!"

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                • #9
                  Hail Mary full of grace,
                  Pull down your pants
                  and sit on my face

                  Here's to the hole that never heals,
                  the more you rub it, the better it feels
                  A Smith & Wesson beats Four Aces

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                  • #10
                    I'm not drinking beer that is warm.
                    I'd rather be attacked by a swarm.
                    One day you will see,
                    That your drinking my pee!
                    Revenge for giving me beer that is warm!
                    Titanium is the new bling!
                    (you heard from me first!)

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                    • #11
                      Here I sat broken hearted! Paid a dime and only farted!
                      According to the latest official figures, 43% of all statistics are totally worthless...

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                      • #12
                        here at work i sit alone
                        under ground and so forlorn

                        moping, weepin groning moning..

                        some one pleas shoot me... its boaring

                        "They say that dreams are real only as long as they last. Couldn't you say the same thing about life?"

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                        • #13
                          Hail Mary, full of grace...

                          Oh wait, Jesus had brothers and sisters. OOPS.

                          I have spoken.

                          - Gurm
                          The Internet - where men are men, women are men, and teenage girls are FBI agents!

                          I'm the least you could do
                          If only life were as easy as you
                          I'm the least you could do, oh yeah
                          If only life were as easy as you
                          I would still get screwed

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                          • #14
                            Burning Emotions.
                            In the world of the living,
                            A seed of destruction has been sowed,
                            Sprouting vanity in the hearts of men.
                            Blinding, deafening, silencing,
                            The darkness engulfs but the week.
                            A struggle for survival,
                            Yet another plague unleashed.
                            The void of humanity gaped and widened
                            As the earth trembled beneath their feet.
                            Warriors of dawn, daemons of eave,
                            Rise and revolt from the valley of sleep.
                            A battle of faith, a mask of the truth,
                            Blinding, deafening, silencing,
                            Atlas shudders, trembles, stumbles
                            At the horror unleashed.
                            Unbearable truth, unyielding fruit,
                            Give birth to man’s thirst,
                            His want for strength
                            Left this earth a dying carcass.
                            The intercourse of financial militancy,
                            An immaculate conception of failed theoretical practices,
                            And raping desire.
                            An embryo of pain and suffering,
                            Born in the onslaught of technical mishaps.
                            Eternally, tarnished soul,
                            Eternally, tortured fall.
                            Revile the abyss,
                            I plunge, I plunge, I plunge,
                            I burst,
                            Blinding, deafening, silencing,
                            Light, Darkness, Emotions,
                            And my soul….
                            Into the Abyss I go
                            "They say that dreams are real only as long as they last. Couldn't you say the same thing about life?"

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                            • #15
                              Mary had a little lamb
                              'twas full of fun and frollicks
                              It tried to jump a 10 foot wall...
                              and landed on its head
                              FT.

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