A Poem Thread

What do you hope to find?


When you sit down with that cup of tea in the afternoon,
what do you hope to find?

When you approach a crosswalk and wish there would be red,
what do you hope to find?

When you brush your teeth and you pause and observe yourself in the mirror,
what do you hope to find?

When you write this poem, lingering on each word,
what do you hope to find?

When you lie in bed at night, knowing that sleep won't come for hours,
what is it that you hope to find?
 
Generals never cry, they order others to run and die
blades are made of not steel but courage to kill
we all know of it, we all reason about it
but do nothing for it

yawn....i'll finish this later
 
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The signs are everywhere, we take them to ourselves.
Assumption of form
and meaning.

Signals of our own existence, render to it a shadow:
a sound that resonates across hills, and beyond skies, when we shout it into the hollow caverns of the world.
 
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when all else fails.....
im going to drink my sorrows away.. im going to leave my life in shambles tonight.. im going to remember all the great things we had... and im going to drink them away... tonight is the last night ill remember wat a great person you were.. tomorrow i wont remember you at all.. tonight is for forgeting.. since you already forgot about me.
when all else fail.. im going to drink till your face is no longer the memory that i had today....
good bye
 
For Cotton

For Cotton

Here are some words for you my old pal
I hope they find you travelling well,
The darkness that beckoned
Does it summon you still?
Let us know my good friend
If you are able to send

Some words for us here,
So we know if your`e near
Tap on that keyboard
Away with the noose
Holler out from dark space
Confirm your`e still running in the human race?

:)
 
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Don, the disape

Do we now,
that infirm ationis?
in fact,
get hiring?

Perspa it
his acertin tenancy...

To dipersend so,
sim disape...
l togethr , like Don
a Bleak Hull
 
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There is no difference between black and white people, just like there is no difference between men and women, but everybody likes differences.
 
That's Just Life

Life can be cruel and it can be kind;
While often a reason, seldom rythm & rhyme.

Strange is the process of growth and learning;
Often at its worst, for wisdom we are yearning.

We scurry about ever in a big hurry;
Till life flies by so fast, it becomes a bit blurry.

Wondering where the time has all gone;
You'll someday learn to appreciate a simple morning dawn.

Your mark upon the world, you will decide;
By your actions & words, good or evil will judgment abide.

R. Klopping
written June 7, 2006
 
The sand's of time have stopped,I have landed on the platform I was bound for.
The judgement of man has no place in the hands of destiny.
I have felt your wrath and heard the scorn that was thrown in an instant.
You will reap my wrath from the seed you have sown,
with a vengence that I have created for millenia.

LUCiFER'S KARMA
 
Fearsome song of the cookie dragon

The fearsome song of the cookie dragon​

Weep, oh, little children, weep,
there are no more cookies to eat;
scream, oh, little children, scream,
you will be cookies, cookies for me!

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Artwork by Malviina Hallamaa. Song by Avatar the Cookie Dragon
 
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