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Daniel Michel Send message Joined: 2 Feb 04 Posts: 14925 Credit: 1,378,607 RAC: 6 |
"Away. Away" the storm is coming away, away the mountains warn us away, away the time is over away, away it's time for running away, away the stars are falling away, away no surrender away, away the oceans boiling away, away it's time to remember away, away (db michel) (this song came running through my mind one evening...after i wrote it...i had an Armageddon like dream...where flashing lights rose from the ground...i was told that the lights were defenses against our enemy's weapons...an enemy not of this earth...only one other person in the dream seemed concerned besides me...airports were closing and everyone seemed to think it was just another false alarm...i knew it wasn't....needless to say i woke up pretty creeped out) Captain Avatar hates this one...So i make sure he sees it as much as possible. PROUD TO BE TFFE! |
GalaxyIce Send message Joined: 13 May 06 Posts: 8927 Credit: 1,361,057 RAC: 0 |
"Away. Away" I think Captain Avatar would like this one, especially in duplicate... flaming balloons |
City of Elgin Send message Joined: 14 Nov 05 Posts: 191 Credit: 521,833 RAC: 0 |
The knives were out,the flames were lit, it seems the truth had been told, the facts were there,plain to see, but who could have been so bold, ------------------------------------ decisions were made,judgements passed, speech is seems, is not free, who gives the right,that god given right, to point the finger at me, ---------------------------------------- so i will stand firm,alone like a rock for i was taught right from wrong, older now,not wiser it seems but heart still beating and strong ---------------------------------------------- the sin it seems,is telling the truth, regardless of unspoken shame with one simple act,missing the fact, and only ignorance, left to blame, ----------------------------------------------- I wont even stoop to critise, everythings now beyond me, for the truth has been told,the flames far from cold, and the knives theyre waiting for me. THE CONSEQUENCES OF TRUTH,by David Alexander Grant 19/03/2010 |
City of Elgin Send message Joined: 14 Nov 05 Posts: 191 Credit: 521,833 RAC: 0 |
why they all cried,the need that you have, to never reliquish this name, dont you know after all,all seriousness aside, it is after all,just a game, ----------------------------------------- But how could they know,they never could know, nothing of what goes on inside, The time that has passed,the present the past, the feeling of genuine pride, ------------------------------------------------ I could say i was alone,but why should i lie, my mouth it cares to talk free, the name alone, was for the city to own, its not about ego for me ............................................... so do as you please,take what you will, ask no favours of me, i never once lied,i have dignity and pride, while your conscience will never be free, ............................................... the times they move on,cornershops all now gone, The big guns,they take and they keep, but its not a game,and theres more to a name, makes me wonder how some people sleep ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, WHATS IN A NAME by David Alexander Grant |
Daniel Michel Send message Joined: 2 Feb 04 Posts: 14925 Credit: 1,378,607 RAC: 6 |
"Only Alone" do i look like a victim so easily led was it my hermit ways that made you forget i'm not really desperate i just don't like the phone it may look like i'm lonely but i'm only alone i try to remember what made me move on the things i've forgotten are already gone i don't need a memory to tempt me from home it may look like i'm lonely but i'm only alone i'd live in the past but there's only regret i'd rather stumble along it's as good as i get i'm not looking for pity in this world that i own it may look like i'm lonely but i'm only alone (2009 db michel) PROUD TO BE TFFE! |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
Dream of the far hours when We were exiled beyond the pale Of our happiness; draw again Over our love that ancient veil. Offer your lips to the evening breeze That sings among the branches and passes, Lay back your head on my knees, Where the river the willow glasses. Rest in my hands your head Tired with the weight of the autumn in its tresses red, And dream! This is the hour of snow. rOZZ Music Pictures |
City of Elgin Send message Joined: 14 Nov 05 Posts: 191 Credit: 521,833 RAC: 0 |
Some say they received a signal Impossible to say if thats true,´ Can only guess at why theyre here I am shocked as much as you Trust is our only option Useless to think of less Recognising there mission Addressing whats for best Domination could be possible Annhilation thats the major fear Sooner or later we,ll know the truth They,ll tell us why they are here Rue the day we called them,it was better when we were alone All our questions are now answered ,ET please go home David A Grant |
GalaxyIce Send message Joined: 13 May 06 Posts: 8927 Credit: 1,361,057 RAC: 0 |
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Dr. C.E.T.I. Send message Joined: 29 Feb 00 Posts: 16019 Credit: 794,685 RAC: 0 |
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Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
Now Winter gives me his hand to hold, I hold his hand, his hand so cold; And in slow whiteness there arise Pale shimmering tents deep in my eyes; It is a voyage round about, Too swift to drive my fever out, To all the countries where you die, Sailing the seas as years go by, And all the while the tempest beats Upon the ships of my white sheets, That surge with starlight on them shed, And all their swelling sails outspread I taste upon my lips the salt Of ocean, like the bitter malt Drunk in the land's last orgy, when From the taverns reel the men; And now I see that land I know: It is a land of endless snow...; Make thou the snow less hard to bear, O Mary of good coverings, there, And less like hares my fingers run Over my white sheets that fever spun. Julie Detavernier (2005) rOZZ Music Pictures |
skildude Send message Joined: 4 Oct 00 Posts: 9541 Credit: 50,759,529 RAC: 60 |
There was no time for pain No energy for anger The sightlessness of hatred slips away Walking through winter streets alone He stops and take a breath With confidence and self-control I look at the world and see no understanding I'm waiting to find some sense of strength I'm begging you from the bottom of my heart To show me understanding I need to live life Like some people never will So find me kindness Find me beauty Find me truth When temptation brings me to my knees And I lay here drained of strength Show me kindness Show me beauty Show me truth The way your heart sounds makes all the difference It's what decides if you'll endure the pain that we all feel The way your heart beats makes all the difference In learning to live Here before me is my soul I'm learning to live I won't give up Till I've no more to give Listening to the city Whispering its violence I set out watching from above The 90's bring new questions New solutions to be found I fell in love to be let down Once again we dance in the crowd At times a step away From a common fear that's all spread out It won't listen to what you say Once you're touched you stand alone To face the bitter fight Once I reached for love And now I reach for life Another chance to lift my life Free the sensation in my heart To ride the wings of dreams into changing horizons It brings inner peace within my mind, As I'm lifted from where I've spilt my life I hear an innocent voice I hear kindness, beauty, and truth The way your heart sounds makes all the difference It's what decides if you'll endure the pain that we all feel The way your heart beats makes all the difference In learning to live Spread before you is your soul So forever hold the dreams within our hearts Through nature's inflexible grace I'm learning to live John Myung(Dream Theater) This is a song from Dream Theater. The first time I heard it I was in the first few weeks of recovery(15+ years now)I kept myself sane reading and remembering this song/poem. I was forced to relearn how to live in every way. these are/were my inspiration to do more with myself then live in a bottle. I'm not aware of why he wrote this but it made all the difference in the world to me In a rich man's house there is no place to spit but his face. Diogenes Of Sinope |
Daniel Michel Send message Joined: 2 Feb 04 Posts: 14925 Credit: 1,378,607 RAC: 6 |
"Love Is Comin' Back Home" who says fate and destiny rules the heart to kill your ecstasy leaves you sittin' all alone then you see love is comin' back home who says sad and lonely means you won't have your one and only you'll be starin' at your phone then you hear love is comin' back home and where do you go to find you've not been wastin' all your time what the summer sky has shown it means that love is comin' back home who knows where the end begins and where to drawn the line and find you won't be dressed in gloom for long cause you know love is comin' back home (2009 db michel) PROUD TO BE TFFE! |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
"The Writer" is good, Dan. My apologies for not posting mine, "Visions from a Crystal Ball". If I can -- with your permission -- move it into your file, will give it a try. If not, perhaps you might be able to give advice/move it, yourself. Cheers, JM |
Daniel Michel Send message Joined: 2 Feb 04 Posts: 14925 Credit: 1,378,607 RAC: 6 |
"The Writer" is good, Dan. My apologies for not posting mine, "Visions from a Crystal Ball". If I can -- with your permission -- move it into your file, will give it a try. If not, perhaps you might be able to give advice/move it, yourself. Jim...It would be fine for you to post here...and have it in both threads if you want...It's not mandatory for all poems to be posted here...But all are welcome! PROUD TO BE TFFE! |
Daniel Michel Send message Joined: 2 Feb 04 Posts: 14925 Credit: 1,378,607 RAC: 6 |
"What Is A Lady Like That To Do" mrs. miggins in her hideaway will rise to greet another day put out the dog and read this morning's news she's too young to be bitter too old to be cool what is a lady like that to do? mrs. miggins in her reverie is not the way she seems to be call in the dog and forget this morning's blues she's a bird that can twitter not once she's been fooled what is a lady like that to do? she could have been the sweet on the arm of a dandy if she took the chance she could have been as good or should i say randy as any social at the social dance mrs. miggins and her coffee cup drinks it down and fills it up could have had cream but those bills are overdue she's the sweetest of candy for those lads back in school what is a lady like that to do (2010 db michel) PROUD TO BE TFFE! |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
Dear is thy bandage, Love, To my heavy lids that it closes; It weighs like the sweet burden of Sunshine on frail, white roses. I walk as to voices that call, I seem over waters to hover, And every wave, like a lover, Folds round my feet as they fall. Who has unloosened my tresses, As through the dark places I came? Girdled with unseen caresses, I plunge into willows of flame. My lips, where my soul is crooning, Open in swift desire, Like a tender blossom swooning Over a river on fire Julie Detavernier (2010) rOZZ Music Pictures |
Daniel Michel Send message Joined: 2 Feb 04 Posts: 14925 Credit: 1,378,607 RAC: 6 |
"Streets Of Gold" lookin' for the right way lookin' real hard can't seem to understand the world outside my yard i'm gonna take a road trip let the feelin' take a hold gonna take a ride on them streets of gold headed for the ocean lookin' for to see a better way of livin' more befittin' me i wanna take some chances let freedom take a hold wanna take a ride on them streets of gold crowded cities leave me lonesome there's so far for me to go gonna seek what i've been lacking on them shiney streets of gold lookin' for the answer headed out the door key in the ignition pedal to the floor i wanna find a place like the storytellers told wanna take take a ride on them streets of gold (2009 db michel) PROUD TO BE TFFE! |
Daniel Michel Send message Joined: 2 Feb 04 Posts: 14925 Credit: 1,378,607 RAC: 6 |
"Dream X" christmas tree shape in the northeast sky a giant comet with a million eyes is it hello or is it goodbye? a candle of hope or a beacon of doom from the sky to your living room in my dreams the image looms the future shines in the light of a random dream the image clear...the message vague some to fall and some to save and some trapped in between (2010 db michel) PROUD TO BE TFFE! |
Scarecrow Send message Joined: 15 Jul 00 Posts: 4520 Credit: 486,601 RAC: 0 |
Not original as usual, but necessary....... We Robbed Trains Eddy Raven Cowboys and outlaws and long shiney rails were the background setting for Grand Pappy's tales Places like Tucson and old Santa Fe Cheyenne, Wyoming in rodeo days I'd sit there for hours perched on his knee and ride just as far as his memory could see with Billy the Kid and the one Jesse James Rail riding outlaws who robbed lots of trains And he'd tell me those stories about Billy the Kid One Jesse James and some things that they did He said I knew them well, son, just like my own name Billy, and Jesse, and me, we robbed trains But a boy don't stay seven all of his life And he starts to wonder what's truth and what's lies Still respect makes him listen to an old man's refrain About a wild bunch of cowboys and some make believe trains Now the funeral was family as funerals should be except for two cowboys no one else could see Then they were gone just as quick as they came Billy and Jesse had robbed one more train Let me tell you a story about Billy the Kid One Jesse James and some things that they did Because I knew them well, son, just like my own name Billy, and Jesse, and me, we robbed trains |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
My poor hands, so wan and faded, Agile once as a bird, My rhythms of speech you aided, And by my brain you were stirred; Poor wrinkled hands, like two Old women worn and wizened, My thoughts run on, but you In listlessness are prisoned. Yet I bless you, my hands now that strife Is done, and the heart reposes; You taught me the touch of roses; and the caresses of life. All the hands you touched, hands of brothers, And the women you loved in dole, And the faithfull hands of mothers; I bear you yet in my soul. Julie Detavernier (2010) rOZZ Music Pictures |
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