Poets

I think you are right, but my poetry is quite atrocious

Not to worry in the name of poe\'ry things don\'t always rhyme. In fact, free verse is none the worse for lacking iambic time. and just to prove it this last line won\'t fit anything either.

NICE!!!!

Sadly, I must disagree For when the verses are set free Their images run amok; The only cure for this disease Is scraping away the modernist muck Piled on the subject of poesy.

haiku about free verse the leaves fall, scattered they remind me of my thoughts i need a big rake

sands in the hour-glass so are the days of our lives die soap network die

ok, so maybe it wasn\'t best to start a thread like this with jest are there any wordsmiths out there who would like to take the time to share and turn this thread into something useful and not so very Dr Suess-al?

Crucified With Christ There were three crosses upon that hill, on which three lives were slain. By their shadows cast, eternity is filled, and their wood to forever bear the stain. On one they slew the outer shell; the body, and all which it did crave. From the clay it sprang, and by reputation did well, only to be welcomed by the grave. On another the soul was nailed, emotionally stripped, unable to fathom the denial of it\'s will. Unable to ever again roam freely, it too now forever stilled. Finally, upon the third suffered the spirit, paying the penalty for the will rebelled. Giving up, it expired in a gruesome death, suffered on the way to hell. Now then, the way to life is made complete, nothing else need ever be done; Body, soul, and spirit were then set free, redeemed by the Only Holy One. J.A. 3 - 20 - 93

A Prayer It\'s amazing to me that you so freely forgive, and completely cover my iniquities. And so I come confessing: You O God are sovereign. By my own actions I\'ve forsaken obedience to You, for gratification of my own selfishness. Therefore O God, I bow; and with my face in the dust beg your forgiveness and tender mercy, lest in sin I perish forever. Open Thou my eyes that I may truly see things as they are, and thus in seeing them, walk humbly with you. And now, my Father; I pray Thee lift up my heart to walk courageously before my enemies, as I walk by your side. J.A. 3 - 24 - 96

Crucified With Christ There were three crosses upon that hill, on which three lives were slain. By their shadows cast, eternity is filled, and their wood to forever bear the stain. On one they slew the outer shell; the body, and all which it did crave. From the clay it sprang, and by reputation did well, only to be welcomed by the grave. On another the soul was nailed, emotionally stripped, unable to fathom the denial of it\'s will. Unable to ever again roam freely, it too now forever stilled. Finally, upon the third suffered the spirit, paying the penalty for the will rebelled. Giving up, it expired in a gruesome death, suffered on the way to hell. Now then, the way to life is made complete, nothing else need ever be done; Body, soul, and spirit were then set free, redeemed by the Only Holy One. J.A. 3 - 20 - 93

I found a poem I wrote back in 2003, after the Space Shuttle Columbia was lost. Not too very long ago, I saw seven strangers die It wasn\'t anything gorey, just a vapor trail across the sky. I thought it wouldn\'t affect me much, but I\'ve been wrong before The more I learned about their lives the more I had to mourn. So can anybody tell me why whenever I see that homeless guy I hope that I don\'t catch his eye because I know that I will pass him by? a mercy undeserved and unearned is all that I hope for a grace that I refuse to extend is also what I count on when will I start to comprehend the depths of my wretchedness and start to live as one shepherded extending true forgiveness?

\'deathknell\' mine is a sanguine, silent soul a psyche languid and languishing in moments of occasional memory, sordid reveries that pour from the wounds of sins a putrid pus, old and cold; oh, the knowledge of what I now know, compared to what I knew then-- the stars spinning over my head, the grave of a good friend, the sunset and the twilight... oh, the regret at seeing you once again

15 years ago I wrote “Growing Pains” “Growing Pains” Only One can love me perfectly And He spoils me, a child. Moments of uncertainty painfully bring me into womanhood, Showing another who can love me purely I consult myself Explanation required. Like children taunting me on the playground I hear a familiar distraction. Memory tells, memory tells Only One can love you well. -------------------------------------------- But I don’t remember the rest. :)

Evensong The day has ended, shadowed in violet, take your rest in a peaceful place. The world stands still in twilit hush--- take your rest in a verdant place. Stars descend on a feverish sky--- take your rest beyond the river. The gloaming passes in jasmine, in azalea--- take your rest beyond all sighing. The saints and angels gather, to greet you--- take your rest where tears become pearls. In the Beloved's arms, in the choir serene--- take your rest: your race is run. With the blessed where all becomes new--- take your rest: the race is won.