POETRY Page 1

This first piece is not a poem but an old temple inscription my father told me about many, many years ago. It just seems comforting to me and I wanted to share it.

Way up north in the land of dim
There stands a rock.
It's a hundred miles high & a hundred miles wide.
Once every hundred years a tiny bird comes to take a pebble for its nest.
When the rock has thus been worn away,
ONLY ONE DAY OF ETERNITY WILL HAVE GONE BY.


Remember me my love.....

K.Davis
One day we were like lovers the next just friends,
now we're acquaintances, then it all ends.
I don't understand why you did this to me,
We were good lovers from what I could see.
When I look back now, I thought I would die,
She can't even manage to simply say hi.
She walks right on by me with her nose in the air,
I hear rumors about her but she appears not to care.
One night she called and I asked her why?
I told her my feelings and started to sigh.
She didn't awnser but I wanted to know.
She said she'd call back, that was long long ago.
So now I must face it, for I know she's lost.
She once was so loyal, our love was the cost.
I'll try to remember the good times we had,
though some of them still make me sad.
Now I've recovered from the loss of my love,
but I have important advice from angels above.
I hope as you read this you see it's for you,
To have a good love you must be one too....


K. Davis

I heard about her sorrow, but I didn't want to call until I found the words I thought she wanted me to say.
I waited, hoping I could think of something meaningful and wise, but the only words I thought of were "I'm sorry"
It was exactly how I felt, but I shunned the simple phrase
. The days went by, then weeks and months, still I didn't call. Then she called me.
She heard I was very ill and told me she was very sorry.
Too late I realized that simple phrase was all she ever wanted me to say...........


K.Davis

I wonder if she thinks of me when it's quiet and she's all alone.
I wonder if she remembers my number when she looks over at the phone.
I wonder if she remembers the smile I gave so freely then.
I wonder if she hurts inside when they play our special song.
I wonder if she yearns for me when a couple strolls along.
I wonder if the memories keep her awake at night
I wonder if she wishes we never had that fight.
I wonder and question until my wonders run out.
I wonder if she wonders what I'm wondering about.........


K.Davis

You often say "I love you" and say how glad you are,
We found each other,and how much I mean to you.
Or how wonderful your life is because of me.
But I don't recall ever saying "Thank You" for simply liking me.
And accepting me as I am.
For loving me and letting me know it, and sharing it with me,
In your own special way.
But in my heart, I thank you all the time, for lots of wonderful things,
Time..... most of all.......


Wind, birds,and trees-Water, grass, and the light.
These words are in what I write.
Roughly or smoothly, year by impatient year, the same words will reappear.
I have as many floors as meadows or rivers.
Or as much still air as wind and as many unicorns in mind.
But instead, I take what is, the light beats on the stone,
and the wind over the water shines like the long grass through the trees.
Then I set them loose in a landscape like birds, the old words.......


I'll raise weasles
K.V.Davis

I'm cold and unfeeling many people profess
Nerves like ice and my world is a mess.
But it's a world very private of knowledge and ideal
It permeates my soul to direct how I feel.
My novels are worthy and deserve recognition
My poetry's sing-songy but deep feelings are hidden
Those others say with these hobbies I'm ridden.
A job and a paycheck measure one's contributions.
Then I think of soft paintings of an Indian Princess
or the magic of Unicorns and that's restitution.

My computer doesn't argue nor do my brushes
Just waiting for orders like good little soldiers
for feelings within me to stir without rushes.
Quiet and solitude, sometimes loneliness for thinking
Cause one to wonder, getting creative thoughts blinking.

But older I'm getting so I need training in reason
I've put aside my world of creation and loving seasons.
I'll buy a wall of fine art, no more paintings on easles
Cause I have to grow up and study Law or raise weasles.


THE FUSE

-----I'm Confused. My fuse is blown.-----
K.Davis

I struggle in life to accomplish a task,
Slowly making my way to be sure they will last,
By using the knowledge I've learned in the past,
Of things not rewarding and ones that got dropped,
Not knowing what happened or the reason they popped.
Ideas are like circuits with no power source.
Still I've allowed them to run without changing their course,
Cause I've never been one to beat a dead horse.
From the best principles in my life I've not had to veer.
But just as I think the rewards are now near,
My life seems fused and the problems appear.
So I feel sorry awhile and refuse to toil,
Then I'll put in a new fuse or wrap the old ones in foil,
To fill a pot of ideas and bring them to boil.
I hope like the Joker a comic book nemesis,
I'll always be back to fight one more day.
If the payoff arrives I'll relax and reminisce,
Of the times my fuse shorted, but life turned out Okay.........


K.Davis

ME FIRST IS SELFISH, YOU'LL HEAR OTHERS SAY.
BE A GOOD PERSON FIRST, TO THEM IS THE WAY.
SHARE WHAT YOU HAVE WITH THOSE IN NEED FIRST.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO CARE, THAT YOU HAVE A THIRST.
BUT
ME FIRST MAKES YOU HAPPY, AND OTHERS WILL SEE.
THE CHEERFUL YOU, YOU'VE MADE YOU TO BE.
THEY'LL PICK UP ON YOUR SMILING, AND SHOWING YOU CARE.
CAUSE, TO TAKE CARE OF YOU FIRST, MAKES ONE MORE AWARE.
THEN !!!,
YOU CAN HELP MANY, WHILE BETTER ABLE TO SHARE.......


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DAVID KIMBAL

K.Davis

We have a plant named David Kimbal, crooked as can be.
A great big cricket sits in the pot, for all the world to see.
BUT,
It gives clean air, and makes me feel good, as it grows a bit each day.
BUT THEN,
It just drinks all day and sits in the sun, with never a care for me.
It doesn't work or clean the house, or give a reason to be.
THEN AGAIN,
When a guy shows up my daughter to date, He struts and brags and tries to impress.
But like my plant named David Kimbal, somehow I can't relate.
To me they're all like David Kimball, crooked as a snake.


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TOGETHER AGAIN

K.Davis

You've been eaten by lions, I was burned as a witch.
We've loved through revolutions, thinking life was a bitch.
We'll meet again tomorrow, for time seems ageless to us.
Side by side always, making each other a plus.
Through all resurections, we'll always be mates.
For no matter what comes, being together's our fate.
We seem to be paired, age after time.
Drawn by something not easy defined.
But since I'll love you forever, is but two years in this age.
I can say with conviction, our love is eternity and one day.




....POEMS....
By: Chauncey.E.Moon
& Scott.R.Moon

One selection here has been removed as it was credited to the wrong person

THE KISS

Danny kissed me in the spring,
Robert in the fall,
But Jay only looked at me, and never kissed at all
Danny's kiss was lost in lust,
Robert's lost in play,
But the kiss in Jay's eyes seems oh so special in my heart today!


LOVE

He loves her yes he loves her and he kisses her before me sometimes
But I just smile and turn aside,
For I know more than he,
and happily I wait for her to see!...


FORGOTTEN PROMICES

You promiced me you would always be that someone I could talk to,
that someone I could come to,
someone I could cry to,

You promiced me we would think together,
be together,
love together


But you never promised you would stay
not forever anyway!!!!


THE CAROUSEL OF LIFE

By Scott Moon
Let me take you on the carousel the carousel of life
in order to ride the carousel you must become my wife,
there will be ups there will be downs
but if we ride on the same horse oppertunity abounds.
So lean way out throw away our fright
can you feel hands I'am holding on so tight.
Our love is strong and I know it will last
as long as we look forward and throw away the past.
So try to be strong and always be bold
while reaching for that shinning ring
you'll find not brass but gold
it's that golden weddding band
that bounds us both together as we walk off hand in hand....




POETRY CONTEST WORK



IN MEMORY
By Louise Mills

Though you have gone,
in my heart I shall always keep
the memory of your smile
the memory of your laugh,
the memory of you.
And when flowers and photographs fade,
your face,
your spirit,
will live on,
bright and beloved,
in my memory.


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Master & Slave
By Denise Papadakos

A long time ago in a cold, empty place
My heart was trapped with not love or hope
My days were empty my soul had no face
And it seemed I was At the end of my rope

Then you came into my life
And my heart began to thrive
You took life's painful knife
And the love in my soul had arrived.

Soon after you became my master
And I was your slave
Your kind words made my pulse beat faster
And your tender touch I began to crave.

Very gently you took my deep sorrow
And I wish to be with you forever
With you I pray to find each morrow
Master & Slave always together.

To others I might be only a slave
But you have much love in your heart
You have been able my sould to save
Master & Slave never shall part.


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NO ONE TO TALK TO BUT YOU
By Melinda Porter

Look at you now with your hair in a bow.
You're all dressed up, with nowhere to go. And at the last minute, decided to run.

Don't ruin your mak-up by starting to cry.
Your face gets red blotches - you look like you'll die.
Come on and get out there for your second chance.
Another Prince Charming may ask you to dance.

You can't sit around like some dog on a chain.
See beauty inside you and swallow your pain.
I know that it's hard to see past your fear.
But I see the real YOU...the one in the mirror.


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MY WORDS AND ME
By Sharon McElroy

I honestly love
my precious words
that I gently lay at night,
On satin sheets of paper
between my legs of life,
they flicker under candlelight.

They know what I want.
They know what I need.
They know what I love---
Sensual Compatibility.
My words and me.

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