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Small OtterAfter throwing a stone into the stream
I roar, falling back onto the sandy bank
Panting and discouraged, I watch the sky
As something nuzzles my leg, I look down
And see Small Otter, appearing concerned
Resting my head on the sand once again
I can feel her eyes watching me closely
And I know what question flows through her mind
"Leave me alone," I growl pounding the sand
Expecting her to respect my wishes
She promptly nips my lower thigh and states,
"I'm here for you no matter what you want!"
Small Otter climbs up onto my torso
Staring extensively into my soul
And inquires of me, "What is wrong, my friend?"
I sigh, deducing that she will not yield
Looking into the vast cloudless sky, I say,
"I am disgusted by my own evil,
And weary of hurting the ones I love.
My heart aches of all the sins I have made."
Small Otter lays her head on my shoulder
And she whispers,"You're not hurting me now."
She nuzzles my neck, than continues on
"These feelings are nothing, thus you must know
HopeMy dearest Otter
Your eyes swim with great hope
As I watch you glide
In this clear rivulet,
You seem so sanguine
About the days to come.
Eve as you play,
Your hope shines like the sun.
You are so doubtless
When engaged in the hunt.
With all my heart,
I fail to match your faith.
My soul is so aged,
Humbled by life's hardships,
Scarred beyond belief,
And chained down by sorrow.
With painin my heart,
I can't help but wonder
What God said to you
To provide such good cheer.
Please repeat to me
Why it is you hope,
So we may swim in-
The river side by side.
Enters The WaterThe aroma of a recent downpour
Lingers on the air like a charming kiss
Grey clouds still concealing morning sunlight
Songbirds signal the attendance of spring
An otter awakens with empty paunch
And as the river shares its poetry
She enters the water to catch breakfast
And she returns to the shore with a fish
With each bite that she savors, she thanks God
For the opportunity to do so
Ode To A PencilLead marks swept across the page,
Forming words, sentences and ideas,
Articulating fundamental truths,
An extension of the voice
That gives a writer strength to bear hardship.
What brutal insanity would prevail
If this was never again utilized?
Ode to the BellydancerMusic resonates through the room
And, dressed in tribaldress and bra
You sychronize your fair motions
With the composition's rhythym
Hips rolling in elegant grace
Arms and legs affirming their moves
Your navel is hypnotising
Using puslating gyrations
To intoxicate all who watch
Until your dance steps turn your form
And your hips become the focus
Moving with resplendant cadence
Each exotic movement declares,
Sensuality is an art!
Knowing the melody's tempo
You have honed stamina and skill
Into truly beautiful form
And have become a masterpiece
PassionOh, lady of Man's desire
His wildest depths long for you
His speech cannot bring justice
To such a thing as your charm
As his vision drinks it in,
No flower holds a candle
To the beauty in your eyes
Kindness and soft strength are present
Within those luminous eyes
Smile with those radiant lips
Are they silky to the touch?
May he openly declare,
Exquisite is your body
Wholly have you caught his sight?
The subtlety of your curves
Inspires feral fantasies
With his inborn attentiveness
He looks upon your body
Loving ev'ry inch of it
And yearns with deepest desire
A flame hotter than the sun
The time of your first embrace
With him shall be unrestrained
And so animalistic
That you should set the standard
Open up to his passion
Let his desire burn in you
Never shall you regret it
Aching heartWithin the shadow
of an aching heart, there burns
a cold agony
that seperates a man's mind
from the pleasures of his life
Bad PoemSome verses relate past despondencies
Others are merely strings of pretty sounds
And extremely terrible poetry
Consists of simplistic accusations
I ne'er heard poem so beautiful
As the articulation of God's Word
Expressed by the gentle kiss of moonlight
By the ocean's roars and the wind's whispers
How disgusting modern verse has become
Totally devoid of substance and truth
Borne of self-idolatrous ignorance
Such words are unworthy of utterance
With the torrent of poet wannabes
Trapped in the muck of their fallacies
What can any individual do
But to write a bad poem about it?
The Two StreamsDrifting down between the riverside trees
Early afternoon sunlight kisses you
As your raft glides over the clear water
Your focus is held by the horizon
In the distance, a split in the river
Presents itself, and you must make a choice,
Similar to one Robert Frost once faced
And like him, you stand in uncertainty
The one stream appears in a wilder form
Verdure bulging over it unrestrained
Keeping the sunshine from touching water
As if it welcomes neither man nor beast
It offers danger... and adventure too.
The other stream seems safer to explore
The plants on either side yield evidence
Of passage made by creatures unharassed
What great temptation security is
And what mind-numbing boredom it provides
Tension builds as need for decision comes
Emotion overwhelms your perceptions
And you choose by impulse over reason
Moments after resolution was made
You are already regretting your choice
Yet the depths of your mind cry out to see
The benefits beyond the detriments
Reasons To Be MissedThis life is like a candle,
So vulnerable to the wind,
All it takes is one big gust,
To snuff out all the light.
There is fire held within me,
But someday that flame will go out,
Part of me can't help but wonder,
Just what I'll leave behind.
I've gathered bonds and memories,
Perhaps what I've got will suffice,
It would sadden my soul greatly,
If I left no reasons to be missed.
Someday I want to be remembered,
After I finally leave this world,
I want to influence the living,
By living on within their memories.
Death is still a long way off,
And my flame is burning brightly,
Though I still can't help but ponder,
What I've got to leave behind.
MonthsThe stars whisper softly, into the
Ears of those who want to believe
'And if she leaves you, smile, for
It's just the bones she's made of'
They met, in a pet shop up front
He- bought nothing. She- fed the birds
And took them home. They flew away
Instantly, Leaving the boy to fall
The girl bittersweet,
Welcomed him in, humming, and
He kept her up all night when she
Said she loved the starlighted sky
Up on their rooftop she finally
Confessed; "Some would call me
caged, but I believe I'm free"
Only then he noticed, her fragile
bones were ment to fly; he let her go
It Was an Accident...One.
in your ears.
to represent the pain
and loss of those
who will never awaken.
Confusion of the events
painted across a broken canvas
of torn metal and shattered glass.
wanting for the nightmare to end
but knowing it's just the beginning.
Dream FeelingsAwakened from a dream,
Content and peaceful,
You bask in warm feelings,
Holding onto it,
Trying to linger for an instant,
As soon as it was there,
It's gone just as quick,
Hitting you like a brick,
Longing for the moment,
Awaiting its return,
And be whole once again.
A683I watched her close her eyes to the bars, and padded walls,
And a smile fluttered across her cracked lips,
She had the crazy eyes; I'd heard about
Throughout worthless years in secondary school,
They were nearly white at times, When her
Teeth were bared, a low rumble, escaping
Her broken chest. Her cheeks had a constant,
Candy apple Flush, more from anger,
Than embarrassment. I wonder sometimes,
If she remembered the world outside,
The grey skies, clinging dirty fog,
Smog and the freedom to breathe in a
Thousand pollutants in a single gasp.
Occasionally, her eyes were the fawn and blue,
I knew from my childhood, and she
Curled up in the corner, Unaware,
Singing lullabies about the stars we've
A683. That's what her wrist told us
She was called, I pressed my scarred palm
Against the glass between us,
A moment of recognition,
Flickering through crazy eyes,
Away I walked, my left eye drooping,
Scars curling up my legs, fully on
display, Replacing the flames,
'Perfect'Smiling at your every comment,
I keep you pleasant company.
You've never seen me sad or angry,
Always polite and always friendly.
I am the perfect girl.
I dress the way you like it,
I act the way I should.
Never have I broken
Any of your holy rules.
I am the perfect puppet.
Speaking only when spoken to,
I lead a silent life,
Staying hidden in the shadows,
For I fear I'd bother you.
I am the perfect ghost.
I wonder, do you see me?
I am slowly withering away.
Do you hear the silent screams
I keep locked inside my soul?
I am dying a perfect death.
I've waited for my saviour,
Someone who could see my tears.
But now I finally realize,
That I must help myself.
I must break my perfect chains.
Will I succeed in learning
How to speak up for myself?
Will I succeed in showing
The colours you had faded to grey?
I must break my perfect mask, and learn to be myself.
Finally I see the truth,
That humans can't be perfect.
What makes us special is the skill
To learn from our mistakes.
If imperfection m
Yes I...yes i feel down,
but why should i tell you?,
why should i explain,
what level i'd fell to?,
yes it's a frown,
but why would i mention,
what lengths i'd go,
to find sadness prevention,
yes i'm upset,
but why talk to you?,
when you weren't there,
as tireder i grew,
yes i won't talk,
but why would i now?
when nobody stands,
when i make my vow,
yes i grieve,
but why wouldn't i?,
when it runs so deep,
watching memories die,
yes i'm in need,
but don't you try and give,
because i don't want your faking,
taking my will to live.
ShatteredIn the faintest of light
On the darkest of nights
I stare at the shattered mirror on the floor
Watching two dozen different reflections
Each is but a fraction of the whole
With all the different shards
Come distinct views of me
All who know me observe only one shard
And assume they know all they need to know
What a massive nuisance this has become
As this shattered mirror lies
On the floor before me
I pray my loved ones to forget the shards
And see the man himself God has made me
The adoring poet with shattered dreams
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