T H E   W E B    P O E M

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the cherished doctrine spun ravaging insights into her forlorn eyesockets 
as the sound of her lover's emotional denial strove to muffle 
every new thought like a loud bad movie

Dredged from the throngs of a loud bad movie his sweat muffled
the inner sanctum of her poisoned spore-orbs leaving Saturn
mute and undisturbed.  It was She that turned sweet -- And it
was he that blessed the reaper tormenting ever for now....(in rapture, in raw) at hearing 
Her light spun meta-gellically
everywhere....and every how......

They came.
Each came from a different source, a different star.
Each had a different wavelength, variations in their harmonics.
They wove together, singly at first but then more and more
until finally together they had created a bundle of fiber optic strands spanning a world,
a corridor of light in which minds mingled and mixed.

embrace me virtually
touch me really
kisses in the deep night... and dreams

Arco de flexa, colt 45, Mig 23,
Metralhadora Uzzi, escopeta, F-16.

        Tanque Osório, granada, faca de mão,
        Napalm, gás lacrimogênio, porta-avião.

Raio laser, canivete, espingarda
Winchester, blindado Urutu e gás mostarda.

        Bazuca, 765 e míssil ar-terra,
        Bomba atômica, submarino e tanque de guerra.

        E em volta de Júpiter, podemos ver Titã,
        Ganimedes, Io, Europa e Calisto.

Em Saturno, orbitam Janus, Mimas, Hiperion, Tetis, 
Dioneia, Japet, Febe e Encelado.

        Miranda, Ariel, Umbriel, Titania e Oberon
         passeiam indiferentes em volta de Urano,

E mesmo no distante Netuno,
Ainda podemos ver Nereida e Tritão.

For years gone
Dimensionless!
No time, nor space
No place in mind.
For years ahead
Or year ago
I travelled......by places
Old for ones,
Present for me.
No time
Nor space
No place
No way...
To know it all
Or to measure it´s
Whole.
It is.

      there on the other end of the line
      there watching her own monitor
      hands on the keyboard
      is Laura Dern
      biting her lip, vulnerable
      in a thin 20s dress
      thinking about my poem
      writing one back to me
      and here on my end
      typing in another one
      is whoever the hell Laura Dern
       wants to sleep with tonight

To be with her one night would 
Be like an iced-coffee 
On a sweaty day. 
Oh, the taste of iced-cafe'.
Mamisch.

Dan Weinberg udweinbe@uxa.ecn.bgu.edu 

The Electric Muse

She is the binary pulse of a carbon forms
lightly smudged
the rivulet of electric relief you seek
at speeds so close to light
She is the child who knows what the fathers have forgotten
or never had the patience to learn
She can teach you too
She¹ll don the mesozoic remnants of your vestigial fins
and waft you in cobalt waters towards an evolutionary incline
For herself
she would not alter a follicle of your design
And that splinter shard from the treasure you hoard?
She¹ll work her way beneath your skin to find it
Hone its barb
For she can be a tool for you
balanced perfectly to fit the heft of your soft palmed hand
She bears a new gold nib for your favorite pen
She is the scent of you new born
The skin you shed to stand here on the hottest rock
In the midst of so much heat she is the promise of another winter stillness
freon cold against your cheek
She is the dream that slips away into the ether
when sheets fall to the floor and you wake, naked
sooner than you might have wished
She is dancing in a gauze skirt
She flashes a thigh
She winks a slate blue eye
She is a synapse dance of wet wired release
your newly baudable bride

Supremo gozo
                                            sin curiosidadaceptacion
Alla esta todoaqui,
.....aveces un poquito.
Mi propia sombra la lanzo a pesar mio
........y fue a rodar a otros mundos

become
I am the empty paper cup:
     wind-tossed
     across the road at night.
I am the midnight tree:
     waiting alone
     against the starry sky.
I am the brightest star:
     lost
     behind the crescent moon.
I am the moonlight road:
     I reach
     stretch
     soar
     to places you can never see.
You become the cold water:
    I drown    
with a smile on a summer day.
You become the shade:
    I hide faceless
    in the midday crowd.
You become the noontime sun:
    I burn
    beneath the shifting city air.
You become the sunlight path:
    You reach
    stretch
    run
    to all that I will never be.
©mathew miller 

There's person looking at me
I don't know if it's "HE", "THEY", "I"
or if it's "IT"
I can't see'em but doesn't matter,
I can feel'em
and it ain't good
This person stand looking
for ours and ours, killing me
boring me
and I just want to break it out
I just want to feel free.

mind creates perfect paranoid scenery for soap opera likeactions. 
Emotions race...a blazing force .. like a horse,
with 23 to 1 odds, winning it all for you.  
I cuddle up with
an old favorite porno mag, 
an ear encrusted familliar tune
that calls out the name I used to go by...
and a desire..that
when tomorrow i open my eyes, the saddess will have subdued.

you've captured me
        my long sought kin and klanit's not like they said, at all
        no nefarious world control
        predicted by so many wise minds
no, it's just us-all of us
who we are without disturbing sinue
        blind to each other
        seeing clearly for the first time daring to bare our shame
what is this place?

bitter fruit burnt my tongue
untasted by the meeks
corned by the strong
me
somewhere in the middle
spitting out the taste of
something i wish i hadn't bitten into

The wind walking through the trees
     river
     stream
     water of leaves
          in an invisible stream
Highways in the air
     wind hichhiker
     wind vagrant
     homeless
          kicking up the leaves
               solo spirit blows by
     snake
     coil
     running
     solo
          wind walks through the trees
breath
passing
breeze on a still night
      invisible blue
      incoming tide
           no waves
           just passing
The wind walking through the trees

the day of Martian spring
I watched children in the park
swing with smiles of shade
the sky was red as the polar caps melted
i took photograps of graffitti
and felt the clouds billow in my head

we meet,
but yet we do not...
anxiously anticipating...
my vision of you grows ever larger,
but only inside my mind...
you ARE my virtual reality,
and our emotions just black and white...
cyber-kiss me, my avatar, and dissolve into the night...

"Poesia na rede 40 milhões é uma grande parede 
Poesia ou não escrevo com emoção para tocar seu coração 
E se voce não gostar também pode falar alguma coisa pra melhorar 
eu também gosto de escutar e me emocionar..."        
(Setembro/96)

Minha terra tem palmeiras onde canta o sabia,
As aves que aqui gorgeiam nao gorgeiam como la.
Nao permita Deus que eu mora sem que eu volte para la,
sem que eu desfrute os primores que nao encontro por ca.

I sit before a mirror deep
my mind is twisted thinking
I look into the window the window to my sole
A spirit held against its will
held within a shell
to take a blade and press at will
to let life drain away
to bleed the spirit from its shell
to fly with ones free will
I stare into the mirror deep
a shadow from the past

I am really tired.
I have a deadline in three days, and I have tons of work to do.
When can I be free of all this pressure?

The moon
                         by Jeremy olson

the moon the suns twin sister.
the black sky it's cape,the stars it's people,
the night it's castle,
the planets it's flags.

ser
estar
pensar
viajar
sentir
sumir 
fugir
morrer

consumed by desirehis flesh ripped awayonce the feasting beganhe chanced only to scream
before she threw his skin away

A Blue night
Out of control
We go trough the time 
A bird with the soul
Watch them fly
In an unexpected way
When the wind blows
Some shinny place
Where do we go?
Nothing matter
Feel the breeze
We become free
But Let maintain our contact
Some day we will be together
Where do we go??
Where everything is different 
Stranger, bizarre
To leave a world
To leave a life, to smile
To look for
To catch my soul in a different way
I've been waiting for this...
Where do we go?
I dont mind!I dont care!

Ve ben "Hayatýn Acemisi" 
tutsaðýyým zamanýn ve tenin hükmüm geçmez 
oluþlara.

Dreaming Of You
I Close my eyes each night,
You are what dreams are made of.
Dancing eyes, of gemstone light. Drawing me into a fantasy world
A world of strange delights,
Of love and desire.
Of simple carrying and sharing.
As I Hold you so close
 - Hearing your laughter I touch you
 - Feeling the softness of your skin,
Tasting and smelling the sweetness of you.
Don't 
Let me awaken, 
As I feel the dawn approach.
        Tom Romano ©1996 usa  Tom.Romano@Tri-c.cc.oh.us

MADRUGADAS DE NARCISO
                     (J. C. Capinan)

Encalho nas madrugadas as minhas velas em farrapos
Sou eu mesmo os marinheiros
Sou eu mesmo a cabotagem
Sou eu quem traça os portos do roteiro
E torna em desespero a bússola da viagem

Naufrago nas madrugadas
Mas eu mesmo me faço nadar em vão até as mais longínquas praias
Sou eu a maresia, a calmaria e a tempestade
Sou eu mesmo a terra à vista
Inalcançável

PoesiANDO
Assim espero ficar por um tempo
Por muito tempo, 
Durante todo o tempo que eu tiver
O tempo que eu preciso
Para te falar que já é tempo de seguir
Ou, pelo tempo, que tal parar?
Do tempo que não tenho 
Para te mostrar o horizonte
Que se perde no tempo
Que temos para olhar
Olhar perdido 
Descritivo, indiscreto
Procurando o tempo de te encontrar
Te encontrar para não te perder mais
E te encontrar definitivamente
Divinamente bela a minha espera...
Num tempo que se foi
Eu fiquei aqui, só, a te esperar
Mergulhado em tristezas
Sem tempo  para chorar...
Chorar por ti, por mim
Pelo tempo que tivemos
E não tivemos tempo de viver
Vivendo num tempo sem cor
Sem vida, em desamor
Num tempo que não se encontra
Que se esgota em vazios
Onde o tempo preenche o tempo
O nosso tempo para dele dispor...
Agora que você se foi
Busco no tempo o vigor
Vigor para viver um tempo
Que não aprendi com você
Que não tive tempo de conhecer
O tempo que precisávamos ter
Para não ver o TEMPO passar
Tanto era o tempo
Que o TEMPO nos deu para AMAR
Em tempo: É sempre TEMPO DE AMAR!

Olympia Mahu,BELÉM-PA-BRASIL - mftq@unisys.com.br

Outro adeus?
Porque dizer adeus só por dizer
Quando ainda se tem muito mais a dizer...
Somente a dor, a mágoa e a discórdia
Faz tomar decisões tão trágicas
Tristes, poéticas, mágicas...
Mágicas pelo esplendor da dor
Pelo  amor revestido de rancor
Pela  dureza das palavras
Quase tão duras quanto belas...
Beleza que se esconde em sutilezas
Em gestos fortes, febris
Desfigurando a alma
Numa beleza calma, às vezes graveSempre traduzida em carinho
Em suavidade,  leveza...
Como a leveza do ar, agora impregnado
Pelas palavras duras
Pelas lágrimas derramadas
Pelo ar sombrio da ausência
Do adeus sem encanto
Pelos  desencontros
Das palavras,  dos planos
Assim, transfigurados... 
Nos espaços deixados
A preencher vazios, sem acalanto
Um canto que não se esvai assim
Num gesto de adeus...
Um simples gesto, que transforma
Ou simplesmente informa
O fim de tudo, a nova forma
A morte, o renascer...

Olympia Mahu,  BELÉM-PA-BRASIL  -  
mftq@unisys.com.br

Amor e vida

O amor é a grande chave para uma vida feliz
Estejas onde estiveres,
Através dele você terá a paz...
O amor entre mim e você
O amor aos animais.
O amor pelo amor
O amor que é a própria eternidade
Esse sim é o verdadeiro amor...
Se tens tudo isso em você
Ou se buscas o mundo através dele
Com certeza, tens muita beleza em ti...
Por isso não temas
A FLOR da vida
Mesmo no deserto...
Onde podes ver e AMAR
Os olhos do abutre...

Olympia Mahu, 5/10/96 


Não espere por mim
Não espere tão somente por mim
Nem por nada desta vida
Uma mensagem
Ou um sinal de mim
Eu apenas existo
E persisto no tempo...
Procure sentir e ouvir
Apenas a canção da vida
Que te faz seguir um caminho
O caminho do sol
Que também leva ao amor
Impassível sou
Na visão que tens da vida
E do  que esperas de mim
Nas palavras guardadas no tempo
E que não foram levadas pelo vento
Te faço crer que existo
Não sei desde quando
Mas te tigo que foi desde sempre...
        Não te direi nada
        Para não ser tão somente
        Aquilo que desejas  ouvir

...Olympia Mahu, 04/10/1996

O BOTO
Mergulhou em meu cio, deslizando em meus seios
suas mãos de rio.
Eu, cabocla seduzida
revelei meus segredos
a matrichãs e tambaquis.
Ainda guardo seu gosto barrento,
que em noites de chuva
deságua dentro de mim...

Green, white and blue
A poem by Carlos Aranha

Wine, Coke, beer...
Can I be a chemical town, or a liverpolitical civilization?
My dream is downand your mind is a metahpysical damnation.
My name isn't Bob Dylan.
Her shirt is a jamaican fuck.
Funk is this poem,
folk is your baby,
punk as a green beer,
a blue wine and a white coke...
Green beer, green beer,
blue wine, blue wine,
white coke, white coke...

Copyright by Caprisces Editora (Joao Pessoa, Paraiba, Brazil)

Ai Jesus, não sou poeta
Me encanta o canto
De quem sabe
poetar...

...And who is the one who's never wrong? 
And who is the one that can't feel wrong?
And who is to say we have no bound? 
And who is who here and all around?
WHO?

carpe diem agrees with my soul
although my mind is slow to follow

Bright neon lights swamp distant starlight.Shouts, screams, and yells seize the night 
air.

AMOR
Es entrega y posecion sin limite
sin condicion ni tiempo.

lupita,guduran@infosel.net.mx,MEXICO

Deep in the badlands of my mind
what would you look for,try to find?
fear,freedom,lust,and hate
a lover I lost that might have been fate
deep in the forest of my brain
you would find that I am not sain
I'm not inside out to show the real me
to you I'm just what I want you to see
that's fine with me it's what I choose
deep in my soul you'll see I am brused
deep in the ocean of my thought
you would find all of the loves I've sought
could you live with yourself knowing what you've found
when you've searched my mind a world so profound
deep in the the outskirts of my head
you will know what I should have said,should have felt,
should have done
when on the outside I cower and run
deep in the world that is my mind
what would you look for and try to find?...

Adam Thomas Fleemanicp@mylink.netUnited States of America

reality is nonlocal, is it notwhy else do you smile
when reading these wordsmy feelings now i give to you
drink them up and restso sweet this life this love

johnnyjohnny johnbonz@usit.net USA

marina lima marina lima

WISH 

A wish of love from an empty heart.
As passing moments come and go thou heart grows worry.
I wish on a falling star from a
new orleans night.
The breeze of sweet blossums full my noise..
The weeping willow sways of a caress to my heart.
As i gazedown the shore there sits a lady of great beauty.
skin of pearls
eyes of satfires,
with lips of rose pedals.
I start to move
then are eyes meet it was true love.
Her soul was lost and lonely
like mine.
As if are souls were one.
As the years pass we come back
to the same spot to wish on a star on a new orleans night.

KB MIDNIGHT 

kent william barberKB@pitnet.netUSA

There's a star that even is shinning in my soul
But I don't know where she's now...but
She's always with me
The dreams never end, they changes

***  I Love You Marci   ***

Anderson Franco de Godoy - Brasil - 1997

BABY DOLLY
(Ex Permato Zóide)


Hello Dolly
Hello Dolly
Dolly uma
Dolly duas 
Dolly tres  ...

QUEM DÁ MAIS???

Yes, hello Dolly 
It's so nice to see you back once
Again...again...again...again...again...again...again...
again...again...again...again...again...again...
again...again...again...again...again...
again...again...again...again...
again...again...again...
again...again...
again...
                               Jards Macalé97
                               BRASIL.

Jards Macalé / silv224@ibm.net / brasil

Oh hopefullness, you treat me like a piece of gum on my shoe,

why oh why must a girl be fat she works all day but does she loose the wieght I 

don't think so. She exercises runs plays and even works. Why

must a girl be hated for her believes ehy should you be hanged 

for telling of witch craft. Oh hopefullness why am I a piece of gum stuck to a shoe. 

ckalmanovitch@dutch.worc-acad.pvt.k12.ma.us

You eat the wind and blow moments away.

You're a tree but you ride a bicycle.

You have lines in your face that contain no stories. 

An now, I don't know who you are.

Lee Fairbanks, fairbanks@discover-net.net, USA.

É isso...Estou cansada de estar sozinha...

E companhia é o que busco nessas linhas

que costuram minha alma despedaçada...



Tecendo em redes minha procura desesperada,

sinto a sede de estar separada...



Que grande ilusão nessa traçada vida,

que teias construimos, amarrados nessa decisão...



Por momentos apaixonada e 

docemente envolvida por luzes que vem do nada...

Por momentos isolada,

tentando ficar resolvida e ter minha alma iluminada...



BLANDY

05/02/97

Miriam B.C.Castillo, alfa@iis.com.br, Brasil/Guatemala

                                                             "It's There"                    cf 3/9/97





It's 

there.

It's there.

I

know

it's there.



It's there. 

I know.

I

felt 

it there.



Where

In there,

is 

 there

from 

where?



This where,

this 

there. 

This ware

in 

there.



Don't try to hide.

You lied ,

you tried.



You can't

escape 

the 

there 

from where.



It's 

there

from where

I

seek 

to share.



All 

my wares;

whatfors, 

and 

there's.











Those there's,

but

where's,

whatfors, 

and 

 wise.



Of 

lies, 

and skys,

and butterflies.



Of

moons

in 

June.

We'll be there

soon.



You'll

see.

It's there.

I 

know

it's there.



And

care,

I'll take,

I'll

take you

there.



There

is where

I

grow

my hair.



It's

Not

on top

but

under where.



                                                           Not!

                                                            underwear.

                                                          Stay

                                                         out

                                                            of there.











It's 

there,

from where,

that 

takes you

there.



From

where

you share,

and

dares,

you care.



And

dreams,

and

squeams,

and

schemes,

to

share.



The 

ware,

it

pops

right out

of 

there.



This

where

that's just

below

the 

hair.



It's 

there

somewhere.

I 

know

it's

there.



It's

thoughts

I 

hear

embraced

hold

dear.











Somewhere,

some

wear,

some share,

some

scare.



Yet,

still,

when still,

I'm 

sure

I'm 

still.



Still

sure

the where

is

surely there.









Peace & Love,

The Poet



charlie@interlaced.net



March 9, 1997

3:48 pm

charlie@interlaced.net

DENTRO

Desse peito 

Bate um sentimento

que não tem mais jeito

EU AMO

TU AMAS

ELE AMA

E eu que não te esqueço...

E desejo:

Teu MUNDO

Teu CHEIRO

Teu BEIJO

BadGirl bad.girl@netium.com.br Brasil

Las yemas de mis dedos, tensas,

esperan tus respuestas.

Tu risa es una brisa que dibuja mis formas,

como la echo de menos...

Me duele todo, llevo seis horas aqui...

Los ojos rojos, el raton gastado...

Donde estas...?

Maldito lag.

Jesus, jesus@bbs.mrbit.es, España

kernal touched

by an ember bursts

       into flight

dancing, screamng, spewing

       at the vast sky.

whether up or down,

it's hard to tell

in perfect night.



if this, perhaps, is

the bottom

of some pitch vat

or the top,

suddenly set ablaze

at the striking of a single match,

it is too late

to matter.

Susan Kruse, stirdpot@radiks.net,USA

Traição



É ele novamente...

O desespero da tua ausência?

Ou será, da tua longínqua presença?

Só sei que está aqui 

E como quem não quer nada

Vem de novo me visitar!

Com suor na mão pobre

O coração bate forte,

Pois não sente teu porte

Vem sono, vem! 

Me livra desta hora

hora que não passa

Pois você está salva

na mente de outro bem!

Jose Augusto Guedes jguedes@cdinet.com.br Salvador-BA-Brasil

The dance of mad angels

Stretching along the bay of your apathy

A myriad of webways laid bare

In significant insignificance...

Insignificante somos perante a Grandeza.

Ilusão nossa de que somos criadores...

Toda manhã o Sol nos banha com seus raios.

Claudio , claudio@mmwd.com Brasil

The shadows of the night 

Conceal your wanting desire

Behind that tree you hide

I can steel feel your wants



These wants are extreme

Glowing brightly from your coat of shadows

The energy is penetrating, 

I can feel it reach out for me as you try to hold it back



The yurning is a deep hole

Reaching out for light

And the need is a desire

I have yet to fulfill for you



But in the shadows you still hide

Not letting me touch your skin

The poison of fear making you run

From what you feel in life



So I'll stand here,

watching, wondering, admiring

And needing you as you need me



For without your understanding 

I'm helpless to your cause

For with your fear

I'm kept from your love

For all of these things

The desire is not burning deep enough

To realize you need me

Libby Marie Mollenhauer,cryziz@dubuque.net, USA

Meandering thoughts as I flitter by,

seeking unknowns to dazzle the eye

with pretties and murmurs of soul creations,

both inward and outward with open invitation.

GL Neumiller, Guregg@msn.com, USA

             *Quando as Estações Retornarem*  



"Sinto e observo, um último alento

  das Estações que se seguem;

   Olho e percebo sobre meu corpo;

  a Vida passar e gerar a Vida...

                  Heth!

   Em cima de Mim a morada dos Homens

  vê o seu tempo fechar;

   Acima de Mim a morada dos Deuses,

  sente seu ciclo findar com o findar da Vida...

                  Heth!

   Quando as Estações retornarem,

  Eu estarei aqui;

   Quando as Estações retornarem,

  Eu estarei aqui e verei...  

                            ...O Meu renascer".

                           

                            .Uma Velha Trova Lakran.

                                    Tradução:

                                .Rogério Favilla. 

RoFavilla,claudio@mmwd.com Rio-Brasil

PAINFUL DAWN 



my love is the world

destroyed by your insulance



nothing left untouched

as you are plagued by curiousity



you are nothing 

only what i despise



once my playground

but now forever lost



my world has died 

and so must you



                                       s.de wet

shaun de wet cynergy.life@luasa.co.za south africa

Give A Little More......



A translucent wall we built

Tearing us apart

The wall of isolation

Where eyes hardly meet

Bruises that can't be seen

Tears that overflow

Little has been said

So much left to explain

Things ain't the same

As it used to be

Love is peculiar

Can't help but wonder why

All we need to do

Is just give a little more

cyanwater@hotmail.com

Finding the needle in the haystack. Your soul mate. The magic in your life just appeared and it was so natural, so true and pure.

Jennefer Leach jennefer@rocketmail.com usa

Listen to me,

Obey me,

Fear me,

And I will become your slave,

For it is you who with the touch of your hand can

take me back to the time when as children

nothing mattered and all was right.

Seeing the light with in you shines my soul and

rejuvinates that child that ran wild, without a care,

through those fields of golden dreams and

unconditional love. 

Johnny T DaBonez@webtv.net USA

D>

however it wasn't the same

swept up

swept out

only for a moment

Michael P. Thompson kanchelsis@sprynet.com Colorado, USA http://home.sprynet.com/sprynet/kanchelsis

CORRECTING THE MIRROR



When she doesn't reflect you

the way you see yourself:

handsome,

smart,

desirable

and always right -

shatter the mirror!



Punch her in the face,

give her a black eye,

pull her by the hair,

kick her down the stairs!



She has nowhere to go,

she hangs on the chains

of shame,

of religions,

of no money of her own,

of the three kids,

of her own mind

framed in centuries of enslavement.



So she better put on more

make-up paste and powder,

repolish the surface

and get on with reflecting you

once again as

handsome,

smart,

desirable,

always right,

twice your natural size.

Izabel Sonia Ganz magick3x3@hotmail.com USA

Solidão:

você ao meu lado, sempre

ausente.

Suely de Freitas Ino fantacli@dm9.com.br

Rows of letters march

on the screen,

rows of lavender grow

in the fileds of Provençe.

Perfumed electrons

tie a lavender scarf

around my neck,

painting the evening skies

of Arizona

the color of Elisabeth.

Izabel Sonia Ganz magick3x3@hotmail.com US

Dreaming Of You

I Close my eyes each night,

You are what dreams are made of.

Dancing eyes, of gemstone light.

 Drawing me into a fantasy world

A world of strange delights,

Of love and desire.

Of simple carrying and sharing.

As I Hold you so close - Hearing your laughter I touch you

- Feeling the softness of your skin,

Tasting and smelling the sweetness of you.

Don't Let me awaken, 

As I feel the dawn approach.

Elle Canny, ditzyelle@hotmail.com, Australia

Like healing herbs

in a medicine pouch

I cary your words

inhaling their aroma

time and again.



I sip them drop by drop

from the canteen of my memory

as I cross the desert

of my days.

Izabel Sonia Ganz US

just a human...being

not absorbed in self importance

a speck in the universe...

but significant!

pennppr@aol.com

here are words, the poem will write itself. 

but I already know what the poem is

do I need to think about it?



indeed the task lies verily before me 

and thought ends where words never dream.

travisd@tezcat.com usa

SUN, NORWAY, AWAY FROM HOME, CONFUSION, ENERGY, 

suzana17@hotmal.com

Lírica,anfíbia,ígnea

Salamandra hídrica

Intacta ao olhar das incendiações

Arrisco o teu nome e uma vírgula arisca

Contra o mau-olhado.

                          "Fórmula"   - Wauke Wakabaiashi

Wauke Wakabaiashi- wauke@imagelink.com.br - Brasil

she rides the sky on the wheels

of the Big Chariot

through years of solitude

over sorrows and tears

of uncreated lives

I.S.G. magick3x3@hotmail com us of a

Virtually silent

Spaces filled with green opportunity

Upon whose wake rides disaster

Will you reap the roaring slaughter,

Or stop to think

That you have died?

Read. 

Mark hawkinS, mark@marsusa.com, US

Patricia is the name of the woman of my dreams,

Whose silouhette I've seen faceless, finally revealled to my eyes,

victor rosa, vrosa@erols.com,USA

________________________SOL_________PRI____________ ______________________DO.TEU_______MAVERA____________ ____________________OLHAR.MOR---DO.TEU.AMOR____________ ___________________REU,ATRÁS------CRESCEU,COM____________ ___________________DAS.NUVENS------AS.ROSAS.DO____________ ____________________DO.TEU.RO_-----TEU.CORAÇÃO____________ ______TrovadorPR_____MANTISMO------E.TODO.TEU_____________ ______TrovadorPR______E.FOI.A------OLHAR.FOI_____________ ______TrovadorPR_______TUA.I_------TÃO.MEU_____________ ______TrovadorPR________NOCÊN_----COMO.O_____________ _________________________CIA,----POEMA_____________ ___________________________QUE---QUE_____________ _____________________________VIVEU_____________ ______________________________PRÁ_____________ __________________________________________________ ________________________VIRAR_____CANÇÃO_____________

Trovador - Pr, trovadorpr@hotmail.com.br,Brasil

________________________SOL_________PRI____________ ______________________DO.TEU_______MAVERA____________ ____________________OLHAR.MOR---DO.TEU.AMOR____________ ___________________REU,ATRÁS------CRESCEU,COM____________ ___________________DAS.NUVENS------AS.ROSAS.DO____________ ____________________DO.TEU.RO_-----TEU.CORAÇÃO____________ ______TrovadorPR_____MANTISMO------E.TODO.TEU_____________ ______TrovadorPR______E.FOI.A------OLHAR.FOI_____________ ______TrovadorPR_______TUA.I_------TÃO.MEU_____________ ______TrovadorPR________NOCÊN_----COMO.O_____________ _________________________CIA,----POEMA_____________ ___________________________QUE---QUE_____________ _____________________________VIVEU_____________ ______________________________PRÁ_____________ __________________________________________________ ________________________VIRAR_____CANÇÃO_____________

Trovador - Pr, trovadorpr@hotmail.com.br,Brasil

________________________SOL_________PRI____________ ______________________DO.TEU_______MAVERA____________ ____________________OLHAR.MOR---DO.TEU.AMOR____________ ___________________REU,ATRÁS------CRESCEU,COM____________ ___________________DAS.NUVENS------AS.ROSAS.DO____________ ____________________DO.TEU.RO_-----TEU.CORAÇÃO____________ ______TrovadorPR_____MANTISMO------E.TODO.TEU_____________ ______TrovadorPR______E.FOI.A------OLHAR.FOI_____________ ______TrovadorPR_______TUA.I_------TÃO.MEU_____________ ______TrovadorPR________NOCÊN_----COMO.O_____________ _________________________CIA,----POEMA_____________ ___________________________QUE---QUE_____________ _____________________________VIVEU_____________ ______________________________PRÁ_____________ __________________________________________________ ________________________VIRAR_____CANÇÃO_____________

TrovadorPr - trovadorpr@hotmail.com.br - Brasil

How much water
under the bridges.
Liters
and liters.

Federico Negri - Italy

Federico Negri, Italy

Se tivesse todas as palavras,
Ficaria sem palavras;
Pois as usaria todas
Para expressar a tua grandeza.

Se tivesse todas as estrelas,
Ficaria sem estrelas;
Pois as juntaria de uma só vez,
E mesmo assim, o brilho delas seria pouco comparado ao teu.

Se tivesse todo conhecimento da natureza,
Ficaria sem conhecimento;
Pois mesmo com toda sabedoria,
Incapaz seria de compreender tua perfeição.

Se tivesse todo amor do mundo,
Todo ele te daria e não ficaria sem amor;
Pois Cristo ao mundo veio um dia
E nos amou sem exigir condição.

Daniel, em 26/06/98.

Daniel Fonteles, danfon@rocketmail.com,BRASIL

Se tivesse todas as palavras,
Ficaria sem palavras;
Pois as usaria todas
Para expressar a tua grandeza.

Se tivesse todas as estrelas,
Ficaria sem estrelas;
Pois as juntaria de uma só vez,
E mesmo assim, o brilho delas seria pouco comparado ao teu.

Se tivesse todo conhecimento da natureza,
Ficaria sem conhecimento;
Pois mesmo com toda sabedoria,
Incapaz seria de compreender tua perfeição.

Se tivesse todo amor do mundo,
Todo ele te daria e não ficaria sem amor;
Pois Cristo ao mundo veio um dia
E nos amou sem exigir condição.

Daniel, em 26/06/98.

Daniel Fonteles, danfon@rocketmail.com BRASIL:

Se tivesse todas as palavras,
Ficaria sem palavras;
Pois as usaria todas
Para expressar a tua grandeza.

Se tivesse todas as estrelas,
Ficaria sem estrelas;
Pois as juntaria de uma só vez,
E mesmo assim, o brilho delas seria pouco comparado ao teu.

Se tivesse todo conhecimento da natureza,
Ficaria sem conhecimento;
Pois mesmo com toda sabedoria,
Incapaz seria de compreender tua perfeição.

Se tivesse todo amor do mundo,
Todo ele te daria e não ficaria sem amor;
Pois Cristo ao mundo veio um dia
E nos amou sem exigir condição.

Daniel, em 26/06/98.

Daniel Fonteles, danfon@rocketmail.com BRASIL:

Se tivesse todas as palavras,
Ficaria sem palavras;
Pois as usaria todas
Para expressar a tua grandeza.

Se tivesse todas as estrelas,
Ficaria sem estrelas;
Pois as juntaria de uma só vez,
E mesmo assim, o brilho delas seria pouco comparado ao teu.

Se tivesse todo conhecimento da natureza,
Ficaria sem conhecimento;
Pois mesmo com toda sabedoria,
Incapaz seria de compreender tua perfeição.

Se tivesse todo amor do mundo,
Todo ele te daria e não ficaria sem amor;
Pois Cristo ao mundo veio um dia
E nos amou sem exigir condição.

Daniel, em 26/06/98.

Daniel, DanFon@rocketmail.com BRASIL

SOLIDÃO....COMO UMA SÓ PALAVRA TÃO FRIA, CINZA E CRUEL PODE SINTETIZAR TUDO EM UMA VIDA ? QUANDO A PROPRIA VIDA SE TORNA A PARTE RUIM DA EXISTENCIA, QUE NADA MAIS FAZ SENTIDO, "SOLIDÃO" É O TITULO. E NESSE MOMENTO VOCÊ PASSA A CAMINHAR SEM UM HORIZONTE À VISTA , SEM UMA LUZ QUE NÃO SEJA A REFLETIDA NAS SUAS LÁGRIMAS, SEM UM SOM QUE NÃO SEJA O DO SEU GRITO DE DESESPERO DE PERCEBER QUE VOCÊ ESTÁ ENCLAUSURADO NUMA PRISÃO DE INFELICIDADE QUE ALGUÉM PERDEU A CHAVE, ENQUANTO TODOS LÁ FORA SORRIEM E CONSEGUEM VER O SOL...AQUI DENTRO CHOVE, TENHO MEDO DOS TROVÕES...

RENATA - BRASIL renatafv@zipmail.com.br

SOLIDÃO....COMO UMA SÓ PALAVRA TÃO FRIA, CINZA E CRUEL PODE SINTETIZAR TUDO EM UMA VIDA ? QUANDO A PROPRIA VIDA SE TORNA A PARTE RUIM DA EXISTENCIA, QUE NADA MAIS FAZ SENTIDO, "SOLIDÃO" É O TITULO. E NESSE MOMENTO VOCÊ PASSA A CAMINHAR SEM UM HORIZONTE À VISTA , SEM UMA LUZ QUE NÃO SEJA A REFLETIDA NAS SUAS LÁGRIMAS, SEM UM SOM QUE NÃO SEJA O DO SEU GRITO DE DESESPERO DE PERCEBER QUE VOCÊ ESTÁ ENCLAUSURADO NUMA PRISÃO DE INFELICIDADE QUE ALGUÉM PERDEU A CHAVE, ENQUANTO TODOS LÁ FORA SORRIEM E CONSEGUEM VER O SOL...AQUI DENTRO CHOVE, TENHO MEDO DOS TROVÕES...

RENATA - BRASIL renatafv@zipmail.com.br

SOLIDÃO....COMO UMA SÓ PALAVRA TÃO FRIA, CINZA E CRUEL PODE SINTETIZAR TUDO EM UMA VIDA ? QUANDO A PROPRIA VIDA SE TORNA A PARTE RUIM DA EXISTENCIA, QUE NADA MAIS FAZ SENTIDO, "SOLIDÃO" É O TITULO. E NESSE MOMENTO VOCÊ PASSA A CAMINHAR SEM UM HORIZONTE À VISTA , SEM UMA LUZ QUE NÃO SEJA A REFLETIDA NAS SUAS LÁGRIMAS, SEM UM SOM QUE NÃO SEJA O DO SEU GRITO DE DESESPERO DE PERCEBER QUE VOCÊ ESTÁ ENCLAUSURADO NUMA PRISÃO DE INFELICIDADE QUE ALGUÉM PERDEU A CHAVE, ENQUANTO TODOS LÁ FORA SORRIEM E CONSEGUEM VER O SOL...AQUI DENTRO CHOVE, TENHO MEDO DOS TROVÕES...

RENATA - BRASIL renatafv@zipmail.com.br

SOLIDÃO....COMO UMA SÓ PALAVRA TÃO FRIA, CINZA E CRUEL PODE SINTETIZAR TUDO EM UMA VIDA ? QUANDO A PROPRIA VIDA SE TORNA A PARTE RUIM DA EXISTENCIA, QUE NADA MAIS FAZ SENTIDO, "SOLIDÃO" É O TITULO. E NESSE MOMENTO VOCÊ PASSA A CAMINHAR SEM UM HORIZONTE À VISTA , SEM UMA LUZ QUE NÃO SEJA A REFLETIDA NAS SUAS LÁGRIMAS, SEM UM SOM QUE NÃO SEJA O DO SEU GRITO DE DESESPERO DE PERCEBER QUE VOCÊ ESTÁ ENCLAUSURADO NUMA PRISÃO DE INFELICIDADE QUE ALGUÉM PERDEU A CHAVE, ENQUANTO TODOS LÁ FORA SORRIEM E CONSEGUEM VER O SOL...AQUI DENTRO CHOVE, TENHO MEDO DOS TROVÕES...

RENATA - BRASIL renatafv@zipmail.com.br

SOLIDÃO....COMO UMA SÓ PALAVRA TÃO FRIA, CINZA E CRUEL PODE SINTETIZAR TUDO EM UMA VIDA ? QUANDO A PROPRIA VIDA SE TORNA A PARTE RUIM DA EXISTENCIA, QUE NADA MAIS FAZ SENTIDO, "SOLIDÃO" É O TITULO. E NESSE MOMENTO VOCÊ PASSA A CAMINHAR SEM UM HORIZONTE À VISTA , SEM UMA LUZ QUE NÃO SEJA A REFLETIDA NAS SUAS LÁGRIMAS, SEM UM SOM QUE NÃO SEJA O DO SEU GRITO DE DESESPERO DE PERCEBER QUE VOCÊ ESTÁ ENCLAUSURADO NUMA PRISÃO DE INFELICIDADE QUE ALGUÉM PERDEU A CHAVE, ENQUANTO TODOS LÁ FORA SORRIEM E CONSEGUEM VER O SOL...AQUI DENTRO CHOVE, TENHO MEDO DOS TROVÕES...

RENATA - BRASIL renatafv@zipmail.com.br

SOLIDÃO....COMO UMA SÓ PALAVRA TÃO FRIA, CINZA E CRUEL PODE SINTETIZAR TUDO EM UMA VIDA ? QUANDO A PROPRIA VIDA SE TORNA A PARTE RUIM DA EXISTENCIA, QUE NADA MAIS FAZ SENTIDO, "SOLIDÃO" É O TITULO. E NESSE MOMENTO VOCÊ PASSA A CAMINHAR SEM UM HORIZONTE À VISTA , SEM UMA LUZ QUE NÃO SEJA A REFLETIDA NAS SUAS LÁGRIMAS, SEM UM SOM QUE NÃO SEJA O DO SEU GRITO DE DESESPERO DE PERCEBER QUE VOCÊ ESTÁ ENCLAUSURADO NUMA PRISÃO DE INFELICIDADE QUE ALGUÉM PERDEU A CHAVE, ENQUANTO TODOS LÁ FORA SORRIEM E CONSEGUEM VER O SOL...AQUI DENTRO CHOVE, TENHO MEDO DOS TROVÕES...

RENATA - BRASIL renatafv@zipmail.com.br

 SOLIDÃO....COMO UMA SÓ PALAVRA TÃO FRIA, CINZA E CRUEL PODE SINTETIZAR TUDO EM UMA VIDA ? QUANDO A PROPRIA VIDA SE TORNA A PARTE RUIM DA EXISTENCIA, QUE NADA MAIS FAZ SENTIDO, "SOLIDÃO" É O TITULO. E NESSE MOMENTO VOCÊ PASSA A CAMINHAR SEM UM HORIZONTE À VISTA , SEM UMA LUZ QUE NÃO SEJA A REFLETIDA NAS SUAS LÁGRIMAS, SEM UM SOM QUE NÃO SEJA O DO SEU GRITO DE DESESPERO DE PERCEBER QUE VOCÊ ESTÁ ENCLAUSURADO NUMA PRISÃO DE INFELICIDADE QUE ALGUÉM PERDEU A CHAVE, ENQUANTO TODOS LÁ FORA SORRIEM E CONSEGUEM VER O SOL...AQUI DENTRO CHOVE, TENHO MEDO DOS TROVÕES...

RENATA - BRASIL renatafv@zipmail.com.br

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RENATA - BRASIL renatafv@zipmail.com.br

cora corada 
chora
quando esta com a chuva
quando esta pelada
mas nao esta 
enamorada

Juliana Chama

cora corada 
chora
quando esta com a chuva
quando esta pelada
mas nao esta 
enamorada

Juliana Chama, jarroba@ju.com, Brasil2000

cora corada 
chora
quando esta com a chuva
quando esta pelada
mas nao esta 
enamorada

Juliana Chama, jarroba@ju.com, Brasil2000

cora corada 
chora
quando esta com a chuva
quando esta pelada
mas nao esta 
enamorada

Juliana Chama, jarroba@ju.com, Brasil2000

cora corada 
chora
quando esta com a chuva
quando esta pelada
mas nao esta 
enamorada

Juliana Chama, jarroba@ju.com, Brasil2000

 "Se toda vez                            
 eu precisar sair e caminhar             
 sem destino pra te encontrar.           
 se toda vez                             
 que a chuva cair                        
 e a saudade apertar                     
 eu precisar cantar                      
 se toda vez que te ver                  
 nao conseguir te dizer tudo o que sinto 
 se toda vez que eu estiver no escuro    
 aquela lagrima escorrer                 
 no meu rosto                            
 se toda vez que lembrar seu nome        
 meu corpo estremecer                    
 entao eu certemente saberei que         
 te amo                                  
 e que nao conseguirei te esquecer."     
                                         

Rodrigo 'Badd' , badd73@hotmail.com - São Paulo/Brazil

 "Se toda vez                            
 eu precisar sair e caminhar             
 sem destino pra te encontrar.           
 se toda vez                             
 que a chuva cair                        
 e a saudade apertar                     
 eu precisar cantar                      
 se toda vez que te ver                  
 nao conseguir te dizer tudo o que sinto 
 se toda vez que eu estiver no escuro    
 aquela lagrima escorrer                 
 no meu rosto                            
 se toda vez que lembrar seu nome        
 meu corpo estremecer                    
 entao eu certemente saberei que         
 te amo                                  
 e que nao conseguirei te esquecer."     
                                         

Rodrigo 'Badd' , badd73@hotmail.com - São Paulo/Brazil

Da janela de minh'alma                  
num frio dia de Agosto                  
observo o por-do-sol                    
num límpido c÷u de inverno.             
Seu brilho mergulhado                   
na imensidão da tarde                   
espelha meus sonhos de liberdade.       
Ao longe, o início da noite             
Luzes da vida,                          
embaladas por uma m¤sica triste.        
De onde vim? Pra onde vou?              
Um falcão solitário,                    
perdido nesse c÷u,                      
um apaixonado sem amor.                 
Procurando....                          
Algu÷m pra dividir minha sina           
assim como as aves, precisam dos bandos.
Algu÷m em quem pudesse,                 
olhando no brilho dos olhos,            
ver meus sonhos refletidos. 
Uma pessoa, que com sua simplicidade                        
e alegria pudesse cicatrizar uma alma                       
dilacerada e errante,sem destino.                           
Pudesse me ajudar a manter a criança                        
que sempre insisto em ter dentro de mim.                    
Um amor pra voar pelos cantos do mundo                      
e, com a delicadeza de um gesto,                            
quebrar minhas barreiras, e me emocionar                    
de tal forma, que me fizesse acreditar                      
novamente no amor.                                          
Algu÷m pra confiar....algu÷m pra amar.                      
                                                            
Mas um falcão não para, segue sempre voando...impassível... 




            

Rodrigo 'Badd', badd73@hotmail.com São Paulo/Brazil

A color of miricle... on a portrait of divine conception... 
the purest sence of love... a beacon to the living soul...
let it not be reason or the human indevour to give
proclamaition... but of all spiritual truths 
both known and unknown there is one greater still...
"For the sweetest light a living soul can know, is the light 
of another living soul."... Carl R. Grubb  

CarL R. Grubb grubb1@marshall.edu United states of America

A color of miricle... on a portrait of divine conception... 
the purest sence of love... a beacon to the living soul...
let it not be reason or the human indevour to give
proclamaition... but of all spiritual truths 
both known and unknown there is one greater still...
"For the sweetest light a living soul can know, is the light 
of another living soul."... Carl R. Grubb  

CarL R. Grubb grubb1@marshall.edu United states of America

A color of miricle... on a portrait of divine conception... 
the purest sence of love... a beacon to the living soul...
let it not be reason or the human indevour to give
proclamaition... but of all spiritual truths 
both known and unknown there is one greater still...
"For the sweetest light a living soul can know, is the light 
of another living soul."... Carl R. Grubb  

CarL R. Grubb grubb1@marshall.edu United states of America

A color of miricle... on a portrait of divine conception... 
the purest sence of love... a beacon to the living soul...
let it not be reason or the human indevour to give
proclamaition... but of all spiritual truths 
both known and unknown there is one greater still...
"For the sweetest light a living soul can ever know, is the light 
of another living soul."... Carl R. Grubb  

CarL R. Grubb grubb1@marshall.edu United states of America

The moon uncover's the beauty 0f the dark night
As I sit in a candle lit room 
Barely visible yet around  
                              S.Kaur

Jatinders@hotmail.com

One single piercing sound
high and sweet, lingers for a moment
then slowly fades away

Shannon shannon.pierson@connect.xerox.com US

One single piercing sound
high and sweet, lingers for a moment
then slowly fades away

Shannon shannon.pierson@connect.xerox.com US

One single piercing sound
high and sweet, lingers for a moment
then slowly fades away

Shannon shannon.pierson@connect.xerox.com US

sunnyday rain in the spring 

PASSAGEM...

Triunfante e frio
como o inverno do passado
que ficou perdido
nas lembranças
esbranquiçadas do amanhã

Mas eu aguardo um canto
diferente e pequenino
como o canto do sabiá
que manifesta em sua beleza
as glórias de um dia que virá

Por passado se entende a morte
que de sorte trouxe a herança
da esperança na passagem
do livre pensar, do livre viver
mas as recordações...,
saõ da minha alma, são estrelas no coração

Então flutua no espaço virtual
um poema desconhecido
de um ser desconhecido
que se alegra em se expressar
acelerando seu coração pulsante
no passado, presente do amanhã

Que seja assim, livre e sem direção...
que seja sem rima, sem estrófe
que seja livre e em ordem nas letras
mas que seja sincero, que seja puro
que seja um pouco de mim, ou o todo de nós mesmos

Passagem que conduz ao nada
mas a todos complementa
passagem pela vida, pelo mundo sem sentido
pois vaga sem querer
mas pensa em tocar a face do mundo
levando um beijo de afeto
levando amor ao ódio infundado
da ganância daquele que jamais amou...

PAULO VONRICKHY NIERI 12/12/98

PAULO VONRICKHY NIERI SÃO PAULO - BRASIL E-MAIL = vonrickhy@uol.com.br

PASSAGEM...

Triunfante e frio
como o inverno do passado
que ficou perdido
nas lembranças
esbranquiçadas do amanhã

Mas eu aguardo um canto
diferente e pequenino
como o canto do sabiá
que manifesta em sua beleza
as glórias de um dia que virá

Por passado se entende a morte
que de sorte trouxe a herança
da esperança na passagem
do livre pensar, do livre viver
mas as recordações...,
saõ da minha alma, são estrelas no coração

Então flutua no espaço virtual
um poema desconhecido
de um ser desconhecido
que se alegra em se expressar
acelerando seu coração pulsante
no passado, presente do amanhã

Que seja assim, livre e sem direção...
que seja sem rima, sem estrófe
que seja livre e em ordem nas letras
mas que seja sincero, que seja puro
que seja um pouco de mim, ou o todo de nós mesmos

Passagem que conduz ao nada
mas a todos complementa
passagem pela vida, pelo mundo sem sentido
pois vaga sem querer
mas pensa em tocar a face do mundo
levando um beijo de afeto
levando amor ao ódio infundado
da ganância daquele que jamais amou...

PAULO VONRICKHY NIERI 12/12/98

PAULO VONRICKHY NIERI SÃO PAULO - BRASIL E-MAIL = vonrickhy@uol.com.br

PASSAGEM...

Triunfante e frio
como o inverno do passado
que ficou perdido
nas lembranças
esbranquiçadas do amanhã

Mas eu aguardo um canto
diferente e pequenino
como o canto do sabiá
que manifesta em sua beleza
as glórias de um dia que virá

Por passado se entende a morte
que de sorte trouxe a herança
da esperança na passagem
do livre pensar, do livre viver
mas as recordações...,
saõ da minha alma, são estrelas no coração

Então flutua no espaço virtual
um poema desconhecido
de um ser desconhecido
que se alegra em se expressar
acelerando seu coração pulsante
no passado, presente do amanhã

Que seja assim, livre e sem direção...
que seja sem rima, sem estrófe
que seja livre e em ordem nas letras
mas que seja sincero, que seja puro
que seja um pouco de mim, ou o todo de nós mesmos

Passagem que conduz ao nada
mas a todos complementa
passagem pela vida, pelo mundo sem sentido
pois vaga sem querer
mas pensa em tocar a face do mundo
levando um beijo de afeto
levando amor ao ódio infundado
da ganância daquele que jamais amou...

PAULO VONRICKHY NIERI 12/12/98

PAULO VONRICKHY NIERI SÃO PAULO - BRASIL E-MAIL = vonrickhy@uol.com.br

stinky cheese will meet the breeze
at it has finnally found me

Alysia Thiessen

THE LONELY QUEEN

I'm just a lonely queen
Eagerly waiting for my beloved king
The man who's my fate, the only one who'll make
This poor broken heart sing...

Where is he? Who saw him?
Nobody knows... neither me.
But when I finally find him
I'll for sure realize my destiny...

A queen without a king...
I can't exist if not with him
I can't breath, I can't live...
I have nothing to give...

Shall I die before he comes?
Shall I be blind before we confront?
Shall I be insane before I can call his name?
Shall I be too old before I can win his heart of gold?

And I keep on waiting in despair...
Trying to live but my life is impaired
I'm losing my faith, my hopes, my dignity
Without my king... I'm only a queen out of majesty...

Sonia misty_truth_98@yahoo.com S.Paulo/Brasil

THE LONELY QUEEN

I'm just a lonely queen
Eagerly waiting for my beloved king
The man who's my fate, the only one who'll make
This poor broken heart sing...

Where is he? Who saw him?
Nobody knows... neither me.
But when I finally find him
I'll for sure realize my destiny...

A queen without a king...
I can't exist if not with him
I can't breath, I can't live...
I have nothing to give...

Shall I die before he comes?
Shall I be blind before we confront?
Shall I be insane before I can call his name?
Shall I be too old before I can win his heart of gold?

And I keep on waiting in despair...
Trying to live but my life is impaired
I'm losing my faith, my hopes, my dignity
Without my king... I'm only a queen out of majesty...

Sonia misty_truth_98@yahoo.com S.Paulo/Brasil

THE LONELY QUEEN

I'm just a lonely queen
Eagerly waiting for my beloved king
The man who's my fate, the only one who'll make
This poor broken heart sing...

Where is he? Who saw him?
Nobody knows... neither me.
But when I finally find him
I'll for sure realize my destiny...

A queen without a king...
I can't exist if not with him
I can't breath, I can't live...
I have nothing to give...

Shall I die before he comes?
Shall I be blind before we confront?
Shall I be insane before I can call his name?
Shall I be too old before I can win his heart of gold?

And I keep on waiting in despair...
Trying to live but my life is impaired
I'm losing my faith, my hopes, my dignity
Without my king... I'm only a queen out of majesty...

Sonia misty_truth_98@yahoo.com S.Paulo/Brasil

THE LONELY QUEEN

I'm just a lonely queen
Eagerly waiting for my beloved king
The man who's my fate, the only one who'll make
This poor broken heart sing...

Where is he? Who saw him?
Nobody knows... neither me.
But when I finally find him
I'll for sure realize my destiny...

A queen without a king...
I can't exist if not with him
I can't breath, I can't live...
I have nothing to give...

Shall I die before he comes?
Shall I be blind before we confront?
Shall I be insane before I can call his name?
Shall I be too old before I can win his heart of gold?

And I keep on waiting in despair...
Trying to live but my life is impaired
I'm losing my faith, my hopes, my dignity
Without my king... I'm only a queen out of majesty...

Sonia misty_truth_98@yahoo.com S.Paulo/Brasil

THE LONELY QUEEN

I'm just a lonely queen
Eagerly waiting for my beloved king
The man who's my fate, the only one who'll make
This poor broken heart sing...

Where is he? Who saw him?
Nobody knows... neither me.
But when I finally find him
I'll for sure realize my destiny...

A queen without a king...
I can't exist if not with him
I can't breath, I can't live...
I have nothing to give...

Shall I die before he comes?
Shall I be blind before we confront?
Shall I be insane before I can call his name?
Shall I be too old before I can win his heart of gold?

And I keep on waiting in despair...
Trying to live but my life is impaired
I'm losing my faith, my hopes, my dignity
Without my king... I'm only a queen out of majesty...

Sonia misty_truth_98@yahoo.com S.Paulo/Brasil

dear kim it is that time of the year again,and sinterclaas anI (piet) have had a busy year. keeping tract of eveyone is not an easy job for the sint and i. but acording to my calculations you have have been exceptionaly good this year you studied hard an got all A's

johannaJ@ezl.com

dear kim it is that time of the year again,and sinterclaas anI (piet) have had a busy year. keeping tract of eveyone is not an easy job for the sint and i. but acording to my calculations you have have been exceptionaly good this year you studied hard an got all A's

johannaJ@ezl.com

People who don't understand the concept of art, are people
that are neither simple nor complicated, their just stuck in
the dark.
Unless you've really seen the colors of life, please don't critique our creations, for we are the creators of light.

Glenda slumlords@earthlink.net U.S.A.

Old World

In a world of having canned and frozen
of flavors, coloring and artificial textures
with rude words
full of unnecessary prefixes
overflowing of refined sugar
highly destructive
inhabited by people of blood
polluted and inorganic
that consume beautiful registered drugs
Finally, in a world of shames
without banana tree leaves
and full of promissory
I survived...
Then through an addiction
I discovered what killed that old world
and he gave life to my body
and it totally filled: a love...

Viviane Augusta dos Reis, viva@webcorner.com.br, Brasil

Roses are red violets are blue suger is sweet but not as 
sweet as you

Allen Heman86@webtv.net united states of america

Roses are red violets are blue suger is sweet but not as 
sweet as you

Allen Heman86@webtv.net united states of america

Roses are red violets are blue suger is sweet but not as 
sweet as you

Allen Heman86@webtv.net united states of america

Roses are red violets are blue suger is sweet but not as 
sweet as you

Allen Heman86@webtv.net united states of america

"As time goes by
As the days go by  as time goes by as months goes by as years go by will everthing that happen today will make a diffence or will everthing that happen be lost in time what will the days have been worth?

melinda washko littlesquirrel@ webtv.net Ca

"As time goes by
As the days go by  as time goes by as months goes by as years go by will everthing that happen today will make a diffence or will everthing that happen be lost in time what will the days have been worth?

melinda washko littlesquirrel@ webtv.net Ca

"As time goes by
As the days go by  as time goes by as months goes by as years go by will everthing that happen today will make a diffence or will everthing that happen be lost in time what will the days have been worth?

melinda washko littlesquirrel@ webtv.net Ca

"As time goes by
As the days go by  as time goes by as months goes by as years go by will everthing that happen today will make a diffence or will everthing that happen be lost in time what will the days have been worth?

melinda washko littlesquirrel@ webtv.net Ca

"As time goes by
As the days go by  as time goes by as months goes by as years go by will everthing that happen today will make a diffence or will everthing that happen be lost in time what will the days have been worth?

melinda washko littlesquirrel@ webtv.net Ca

"As time goes by
As the days go by  as time goes by as months goes by as years go by will everthing that happen today will make a diffence or will everthing that happen be lost in time what will the days have been worth?

melinda washko littlesquirrel@ webtv.net Ca

Gray skys;


In the mist, the black crow still flies.


Every colossus has its crack.

Hans cjvr@ucsd.edu USA

This an unfenced  (planted  row of trees

          )

This an unfenced  (planted  row of trees

          )

nam

This an unfenced  (planted  row of trees

          )

nam@me

Don't say good bye. don't go Don't leave
beacuse theres only one you and i can't loss
you beacuse your everthing to me.

Melinda Washko littlesquirrel@wbtv.net Ca

Don't say good bye. don't go Don't leave
beacuse theres only one you and i can't loss
you beacuse your everthing to me.

Melinda Washko littlesquirrel@wbtv.net Ca

Don't say good bye. don't go Don't leave
beacuse theres only one you and i can't loss
you beacuse your everthing to me.

Melinda hertwig littlesquirrel@wbtv.net Ca

touched
sun of au
morning mist
dissapating
wrinkled fluff
revealing tears
and hills and ground bleeding 
cut tress, burning trees
and the smoke
the smoke
is there
again,
Indonsiagain

Bengt Tollstadius tollstad@hem.utfors.se Sweden

touched
sun of au
morning mist
dissapating
wrinkled fluff
revealing tears
and hills and ground bleeding 
cut tress, burning trees
and the smoke
the smoke
is there
again,
Indonsiagain

Bengt Tollstadius tollstad@hem.utfors.se Sweden

touched
sun of au
morning mist
dissapating
wrinkled fluff
revealing tears
and hills and ground bleeding 
cut tress, burning trees
and the smoke
the smoke
is there
again,
Indonsiagain

Bengt Tollstadius tollstad@hem.utfors.se Sweden

touched
sun of au
morning mist
dissapating
wrinkled fluff
revealing tears
and hills and ground bleeding 
cut tress, burning trees
and the smoke
the smoke
is there
again,
Indonsiagain

Bengt Tollstadius tollstad@hem.utfors.se Sweden

                   Why Do things change but me

                       By WIllam Lovepoem

       Why do things change but me ? Why does everyone change faster than me ? It has been years since I have changed into this person. Why do I everyday get up and see the same looks and personality in the mirror of my life. In every way I want to change who I am and who my friends are.
Every day I only wish was someone else, be able to do things that I could only dream about. No matter how much I try I to be something I'm not, I know the world will look back at me. A dark world will always keep me the same. I only wish I could be someone else or live in a better world. With in my heart the change I so much want will never come. For now I will be alone on the dark world we call earth. 

                  "How does this poem tell about the artist                    and the world ?"

Chris Ferguson web Address Chris603@webtv.net State MI

                   Why Do things change but me

                       By WIllam Lovepoem

       Why do things change but me ? Why does everyone change faster than me ? It has been years since I have changed into this person. Why do I everyday get up and see the same looks and personality in the mirror of my life. In every way I want to change who I am and who my friends are.
Every day I only wish was someone else, be able to do things that I could only dream about. No matter how much I try I to be something I'm not, I know the world will look back at me. A dark world will always keep me the same. I only wish I could be someone else or live in a better world. With in my heart the change I so much want will never come. For now I will be alone on the dark world we call earth. 

                  "How does this poem tell about the artist                    and the world ?"

Chris Ferguson web Address Chris603@webtv.net State MI

                   Why Do things change but me

                       By WIllam Lovepoem

       Why do things change but me ? Why does everyone change faster than me ? It has been years since I have changed into this person. Why do I everyday get up and see the same looks and personality in the mirror of my life. In every way I want to change who I am and who my friends are.
Every day I only wish was someone else, be able to do things that I could only dream about. No matter how much I try I to be something I'm not, I know the world will look back at me. A dark world will always keep me the same. I only wish I could be someone else or live in a better world. With in my heart the change I so much want will never come. For now I will be alone on the dark world we call earth. 

                  "How does this poem tell about the artist                    and the world ?"

Chris Ferguson web Address Chris603@webtv.net State MI

                   Why Do things change but me

                       By WIllam Lovepoem

       Why do things change but me ? Why does everyone change faster than me ? It has been years since I have changed into this person. Why do I everyday get up and see the same looks and personality in the mirror of my life. In every way I want to change who I am and who my friends are.
Every day I only wish was someone else, be able to do things that I could only dream about. No matter how much I try I to be something I'm not, I know the world will look back at me. A dark world will always keep me the same. I only wish I could be someone else or live in a better world. With in my heart the change I so much want will never come. For now I will be alone on the dark world we call earth. 

                  "How does this poem tell about the artist                    and the world ?"

Chris Ferguson web Address Chris603@webtv.net State MI

                   Why Do things change but me

                       By WIllam Lovepoem

       Why do things change but me ? Why does everyone change faster than me ? It has been years since I have changed into this person. Why do I everyday get up and see the same looks and personality in the mirror of my life. In every way I want to change who I am and who my friends are.
Every day I only wish was someone else, be able to do things that I could only dream about. No matter how much I try I to be something I'm not, I know the world will look back at me. A dark world will always keep me the same. I only wish I could be someone else or live in a better world. With in my heart the change I so much want will never come. For now I will be alone on the dark world we call earth. 

                  "How does this poem tell about the artist                    and the world ?"

Chris Ferguson web Address Chris603@webtv.net State MI

                   Why Do things change but me

                       By WIllam Lovepoem

       Why do things change but me ? Why does everyone change faster than me ? It has been years since I have changed into this person. Why do I everyday get up and see the same looks and personality in the mirror of my life. In every way I want to change who I am and who my friends are.
Every day I only wish was someone else, be able to do things that I could only dream about. No matter how much I try I to be something I'm not, I know the world will look back at me. A dark world will always keep me the same. I only wish I could be someone else or live in a better world. With in my heart the change I so much want will never come. For now I will be alone on the dark world we call earth. 

                  "How does this poem tell about the artist                    and the world ?"

Chris Ferguson web Address Chris603@webtv.net State MI

                   Why Do things change but me

                       By WIllam Lovepoem

       Why do things change but me ? Why does everyone change faster than me ? It has been years since I have changed into this person. Why do I everyday get up and see the same looks and personality in the mirror of my life. In every way I want to change who I am and who my friends are.
Every day I only wish was someone else, be able to do things that I could only dream about. No matter how much I try I to be something I'm not, I know the world will look back at me. A dark world will always keep me the same. I only wish I could be someone else or live in a better world. With in my heart the change I so much want will never come. For now I will be alone on the dark world we call earth. 

                  "How does this poem tell about the artist                    and the world ?"

Chris Ferguson web Address Chris603@webtv.net State MI

                   Why Do things change but me

                       By WIllam Lovepoem

       Why do things change but me ? Why does everyone change faster than me ? It has been years since I have changed into this person. Why do I everyday get up and see the same looks and personality in the mirror of my life. In every way I want to change who I am and who my friends are.
Every day I only wish was someone else, be able to do things that I could only dream about. No matter how much I try I to be something I'm not, I know the world will look back at me. A dark world will always keep me the same. I only wish I could be someone else or live in a better world. With in my heart the change I so much want will never come. For now I will be alone on the dark world we call earth. 

                  "How does this poem tell about the artist                    and the world ?"

Chris Ferguson web Address Chris603@webtv.net State MI

lovely &														this is joy!through this glass darkly/hearts & minds meeting/flash & sparkle, hello & THANKS.

Norma, normal@sirius.com USA

flash & sparkle/joy!thankyou/lovely gift/through this glass darkly/hearts & minds met.

Norma, normal@sirius.com USA

The Internet
The medium is an endless web of complexity
Forever I search through the infinite pages
In an attempt to find colour, light and visual excitables
I journey through 
Never really finding closure
To what is known as superhighway of information
But there is
I reach for the switch
In an instant, all that is seen and known in a variety of colours is
turned OFF
The power is all mine

Jo-Anne Clark J.Clark@cit.gu.edu.au Australia

The Internet
The medium is an endless web of complexity
Forever I search through the infinite pages
In an attempt to find colour, light and visual excitables
I journey through 
Never really finding closure
To what is known as superhighway of information
But there is
I reach for the switch
In an instant, all that is seen and known in a variety of colours is
turned OFF
The power is all mine

Jo-Anne Clark J.Clark@cit.gu.edu.au Australia

The Internet
The medium is an endless web of complexity
Forever I search through the infinite pages
In an attempt to find colour, light and visual excitables
I journey through 
Never really finding closure
To what is known as superhighway of information
But there is
What for it -
I reach for the switch
In an instant, all that is seen and known in a variety of colours is
turned OFF
The power is all mine

Jo-Anne Clark J.Clark@cit.gu.edu.au Australia

swaying.......
just barely touching
We move through the universe brushing each others souls with feelings
We will know each other today..... tomorrow....forever
Lean over the earth and blow your sweet breath on me when I am in doubt......
As a flower opens its petals for the warmth of the sun
I open my mind for you to touch.........

Sabine psy333che@aol.com psy333che@home.com

swaying.......
just barely touching
We move through the universe brushing each others souls with feelings
We will know each other today..... tomorrow....forever
Lean over the earth and blow your sweet breath on me when I am in doubt......
As a flower opens its petals for the warmth of the sun
I open my mind for you to touch.........

Sabine psy333che@aol.com psy333che@home.com

swaying.......
just barely touching
We move through the universe brushing each others souls with feelings
We will know each other today..... tomorrow....forever
Lean over the earth and blow your sweet breath on me when I am in doubt......
As a flower opens its petals for the warmth of the sun
I open my mind for you to touch.........

Sabine psy333che@aol.com psy333che@home.com

I am a person in many ways.
I want to live for many days.
I love to sit on the bay.
I hope to visit many people everyday.
Before I leave you in a haze,
Before I end this very day,
I wish to say........,
Good day.

Michael Baker,MSB2004@webtv.net,United States of America

I am a person in many ways.
I want to live for many days.
I love to sit on the bay.
I hope to visit many people everyday.
Before I leave you in a haze,
Before I end this very day,
I wish to say........,
Good day.

Michael Baker,MSB2004@webtv.net,United States of America

I am a person in many ways.
I want to live for many days.
I love to sit on the bay.
I hope to visit many people everyday.
Before I leave you in a haze,
Before I end this very day,
I wish to say........,
Good day.

Michael Baker,MSB2004@webtv.net,United States of America

IN words we make all vibrate with sound if we pause 
and give them thought at least then they look higher than
they are- how else to paint with a flat canvas that many 
will never see the substance of.

maybe later another night can share something of the space 
outside that never on its own ceases.

 Yet again what can be learned from the apparent distance of
lights that looked like stars growing larger till the noise 
of the plane roared by?

Paul, USA paul-curll@usa.net

Voglio cadere nella rete,
voglio lasciarmi andare,
voglio trovare
qualcuno che sappia
pescare.

Eugenia Da Bove - Italy eudab@tin.it

Voglio cadere nella rete,
voglio lasciarmi andare,
voglio trovare
qualcuno che sappia
pescare.

Eugenia Da Bove - Italy eudab@tin.it

Voglio cadere nella rete,
voglio lasciarmi andare,
voglio trovare
qualcuno che sappia
pescare.

Eugenia Da Bove - Italy eudab@tin.it

   
      É diferente estar ausente
      Outro lugar, agora lar
      É diferente, estou presente
      
      Presente aqui, não mais ali
      Não sei ficar ou ir aí
      É diferente, mas é da gente

      Quero ficar querendo ir
      Quero voltar, sair daqui
      É diferente e a gente sente

      Não é o lugar, nem o pessoal
      É diferente, estou ausente

      Da minha casa, minha terra
      Do meu quarto, minha janela
      É diferente e a gente sente
      É diferente, continuo ausente

      Não sei do regresso
      Não sei quando peço
      É diferente estar ausente

      Fico, paro, olho, penso
      Vejo o diferente, me sinto ausente
      Estou ausente e é diferente
      E é diferente estar ausente!
___________________________________________________________



_____________________________________________________________

Napoleão Caldas napoleaocaldas@zipmail.com /Fortaleza-Ce Brasil

   
      É diferente estar ausente
      Outro lugar, agora lar
      É diferente, estou presente
      
      Presente aqui, não mais ali
      Não sei ficar ou ir aí
      É diferente, mas é da gente

      Quero ficar querendo ir
      Quero voltar, sair daqui
      É diferente e a gente sente

      Não é o lugar, nem o pessoal
      É diferente, estou ausente

      Da minha casa, minha terra
      Do meu quarto, minha janela
      É diferente e a gente sente
      É diferente, continuo ausente

      Não sei do regresso
      Não sei quando peço
      É diferente estar ausente

      Fico, paro, olho, penso
      Vejo o diferente, me sinto ausente
      Estou ausente e é diferente
      E é diferente estar ausente!
___________________________________________________________



_____________________________________________________________

Napoleão Caldas napoleaocaldas@zipmail.com Fortaleza-Ce Brasil

   
      É diferente estar ausente
      Outro lugar, agora lar
      É diferente, estou presente
      
      Presente aqui, não mais ali
      Não sei ficar ou ir aí
      É diferente, mas é da gente

      Quero ficar querendo ir
      Quero voltar, sair daqui
      É diferente e a gente sente

      Não é o lugar, nem o pessoal
      É diferente, estou ausente

      Da minha casa, minha terra
      Do meu quarto, minha janela
      É diferente e a gente sente
      É diferente, continuo ausente

      Não sei do regresso
      Não sei quando peço
      É diferente estar ausente

      Fico, paro, olho, penso
      Vejo o diferente, me sinto ausente
      Estou ausente e é diferente
      E é diferente estar ausente!
___________________________________________________________
Napoleão Caldas


_____________________________________________________________

napoleaocaldas@zipmail.com Fortaleza-Ce Brasil

Cool, me

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Cool, me

ccccccc, info"naptec.ocm U.K

Once upon a Summer's day
      I saw a butter fly away.

Tamara Dell tdell@eliz.tased.edu.au AUSTRALIA

Once upon a Summer's day
      I saw a butter fly away.

Tamara Dell tdell@eliz.tased.edu.au AUSTRALIA

SOÍS E ANZOÍS
E NÓIS?
SEMPRE A NAVEGAR NA 
PANELA DE PRESSÃO.

JANILZA. INFRACNELA@ZIPMAIL.COM.BR BRASIL

The present was exposed as the past
And Heaven exposed as Hell
I set boundaries where none existed
And let go of the things I feared losing most
I faced the crowd
They spat on my face
I felt the loss
And died in the Fallout

khog khog@weepingcherry.com

The present was exposed as the past
And Heaven exposed as Hell
I set boundaries where none existed
And let go of the things I feared losing most
I faced the crowd
They spat on my face
I felt the loss
And died in the Fallout

khog khog@weepingcherry.com USA

uioik

kjk

If only...
And then...
Just if...

But...

magnus.j@stones.com

For all that is once was,
And all that is will be,
The fire that creates us all,
Shall burn eternally.

A fire that creates,
And destroys uncannily,
It feeds itself,
The fuel is us,
What was shall always be.

And all that was is dead.
And all that is shall be.
And they say, that Death, Life's child
Falls nearest to the tree.

Brian Haynes, Deus777@hotmail.com, USA

For all that is once was,
And all that is will be,
The fire that creates us all,
Shall burn eternally.

A fire that creates,
And destroys uncannily,
It feeds itself,
The fuel is us,
What was shall always be.

And all that was is dead.
And all that is shall be.
And they say, that Death, Life's child
Falls nearest to the tree.

Brian Haynes, Deus777@hotmail.com, USA

For all that is once was,
And all that is will be,
The fire that creates us all,
Shall burn eternally.

A fire that creates,
And destroys uncannily,
It feeds itself,
The fuel is us,
What was shall always be.

And all that was is dead.
And all that is shall be.
And they say, that Death, Life's child
Falls nearest to the tree.

Brian Haynes, Deus777@hotmail.com, USA

Tribute to Owen Hart

He will not grow old
like we who are left
grow old.
Age shall not weary
him nor the years
condemn.
With the setting of
the sun and in the 
morning, we will 
remember him.

      -Goodbye ol' Buddy-

John. rljklasn@inreach.com USA

He will not grow old
like we who are left
grow old.
Age shall not weary
him nor the years
condemn.
With the setting of
the sun and in the 
morning, we will 
remember him.

      -Goodbye ol' Buddy-  Tribute to Owen Hart

John. rljklasn@inreach.com USA

He will not grow old
like we who are left
grow old.
Age shall not weary
him nor the years
condemn.
With the setting of
the sun and in the 
morning, we will 
remember him.

      -Goodbye ol' Buddy-  Tribute to Owen Hart

John rljklasn@inreach.com USA

He will not grow old
like we who are left
grow old.
Age shall not weary
him nor the years
condemn.
With the setting of
the sun and in the 
morning, we will 
remember him.

      -Goodbye ol' Buddy-  Tribute to Owen Hart

John rljklasn@inreach.com USA

He will not grow old
like we who are left
grow old.
Age shall not weary
him nor the years
condemn.
With the setting of
the sun and in the 
morning, we will 
remember him.

      -Goodbye ol' Buddy-  Tribute to Owen Hart

John rljklasn@inreach.com USA

He will not grow old
like we who are left
grow old.
Age shall not weary
him nor the years
condemn.
With the setting of
the sun and in the 
morning, we will 
remember him.

      -Goodbye ol' Buddy-  Tribute to Owen Hart

John rljklasn@inreach.com USA

He will not grow old
like we who are left
grow old.
Age shall not weary
him nor the years
condemn.
With the setting of
the sun and in the 
morning, we will 
remember him.

      -Goodbye ol' Buddy-  Tribute to Owen Hart

John rljklasn@inreach.com USA

He will not grow old
like we who are left
grow old.
Age shall not weary
him nor the years
condemn.
With the setting of
the sun and in the 
morning, we will 
remember him.

      -Goodbye ol' Buddy-  Tribute to Owen Hart

rljklasn@inreach.com USA

He will not grow old
like we who are left
grow old.
Age shall not weary
him nor the years
condemn.
With the setting of
the sun and in the 
morning, we will 
remember him.

      -Goodbye ol' Buddy-  Tribute to Owen Hart

rljklasn@inreach.com USA

He will not grow old
like we who are left
grow old.
Age shall not weary
him nor the years
condemn.
With the setting of
the sun and in the 
morning, we will 
remember him.

      -Goodbye ol' Buddy-  Tribute to Owen Hart

He will not grow old
like we who are left
grow old.
Age shall not weary
him nor the years
condemn.
With the setting of
the sun and in the 
morning, we will 
remember him.

      -Goodbye ol' Buddy-  Tribute to Owen Hart

rljklasn@inreach.com

He will not grow old
like we who are left
grow old.
Age shall not weary
him nor the years
condemn.
With the setting of
the sun and in the 
morning, we will 
remember him.

      

rljklasn@inreach.com

He will not grow old
like we who are left
grow old.
Age shall not weary
him nor the years
condemn.
With the setting of
the sun and in the 
morning, we will 
remember him.

      

rljklasn@inreach.com

He will not grow old
like we who are left
grow old.
Age shall not weary
him nor the years
condemn.
With the setting of
the sun and in the 
morning, we will 
remember him.

      

rljklasn@inreach.com

                   MOMENT
              
             I hear velvet rustle;
             A voice says something very warm.
             I open my eyes, and I want...want...want,
             No words.

Vicki Burnette VickiFromIL@webtv.net U.S.A.

                   MOMENT
              
             I hear velvet rustle;
             A voice says something very warm.
             I open my eyes, and I want...want...want,
             No words.

Vicki Burnette VickiFromIL@webtv.net U.S.A.

                   MOMENT
              
             I hear velvet rustle;
             A voice says something very warm.
             I open my eyes, and I want...want...want,
             No words.

Vicki Burnette VickiFromIL@webtv.net U.S.A.

                   MOMENT
              
             I hear velvet rustle;
             A voice says something very warm.
             I open my eyes, and I want...want...want,
             No words.

Vicki Burnette VickiFromIL@webtv.net U.S.A.

                   MOMENT
              
             I hear velvet rustle;
             A voice says something very warm.
             I open my eyes, and I want...want...want,
             No words.

Vicki Burnette VickiFromIL@webtv.net U.S.A.

                   MOMENT
              
             I hear velvet rustle;
             A voice says something very warm.
             I open my eyes, and I want...want...want,
             No words.

Vicki Burnette VickiFromIL@webtv.net U.S.A.

                       Moment
             I hear velvet rustle;
             A voice says something very warm.
             I open my eyes, and I want...want...want
             No words.

Vicki Burnette VickiFromIL@webtv.net U.S.A.

                       Moment
             I hear velvet rustle;
             A voice says something very warm.
             I open my eyes, and I want...want...want
             No words.

Vicki Burnette VickiFromIL@webtv.net U.S.A.

                       Moment
             I hear velvet rustle;
             A voice says something very warm.
             I open my eyes, and I want...want...want
             No words.

Vicki Burnette VickiFromIL@webtv.net U.S.A.

                       Moment
             I hear velvet rustle;
             A voice says something very warm.
             I open my eyes, and I want...want...want
             No words.

Vicki Burnette VickiFromIL@webtv.net U.S.A.

                       Moment
             I hear velvet rustle;
             A voice says something very warm.
             I open my eyes, and I want...want...want
             No words.

Vicki Burnette VickiFromIL@webtv.net U.S.A.

                       Moment
             I hear velvet rustle;
             A voice says something very warm.
             I open my eyes, and I want...want...want
             No words.

Vicki Burnette VickiFromIL@webtv.net U.S.A.

                      Moment
               I hear velvet rustle;
               A voice says something very warm.
               I open my eyes, and i want...want...want..
               No words.
                              Vicki Burnette

Vicki Burnette VickiFromIL@webtv.net USA

                      Moment
               I hear velvet rustle;
               A voice says something very warm.
               I open my eyes, and i want...want...want..
               No words.
                              Vicki Burnette

Vicki Burnette VickiFromIL@webtv.net USA

máscaras
equívoco
suporte
aonde você
se esconde?

sua tala
uma venda
uma farsa
vira lenda
aonde você 
pensa que morreu?

sua cara
transformada
sua alma
mercenária
aonde você
faz shopping?

Paula psaraiva@marlin.com.br

máscaras
equívoco
suporte
aonde você
se esconde?

sua tala
uma venda
uma farsa
vira lenda
aonde você 
pensa que morreu?

sua cara
transformada
sua alma
mercenária
aonde você
faz shopping?

Paula psaraiva@marlin.com.br

máscaras
equívoco
suporte
aonde você
se esconde?

sua tala
uma venda
uma farsa
vira lenda
aonde você 
pensa que morreu?

sua cara
transformada
sua alma
mercenária
aonde você
faz shopping?

Paula psaraiva@marlin.com.br

.....Feel the sky 
     within your skin..
     Smell the sea
     in Aberdeen..

     Different places 
     different thoughts..
     paths without exit..
     i Don°t wanna get lost

     No one dares to estimate..
     and everybody is trying to explain..
     Between the eyes of this world..
     there°s a smile..but it is still alone..

     As cunning as a fox..
     different places-different thoughts..
     As free as a hope...
     different smiles-different worlds

     For what°s the meaning of life
     and what should never be..
     for some stupid  for some genuine s
     Down here always alone..
     Waiting the next dawn.....

     Could i believe in what i see...
     or it is just another crazy dream?

    Different smiles----crazy sites..
    Towards this odd light..we have to survive....

    But i can°t stand..
    the sadness in my heart..
    i have to Denny this peculiar dark..
    i need a place ..i need some words..
    i can°T believe a plastic dream.

    And this what i call..
    " Human life" in Alert..

    What°s out your step..
    noose gets what deserve..
    Tonight a hope has been executed..
    tomorrow a breathe..might be wanted!

     In the edge..we live..
     within some plastic dreams...
     Had we ever fall together???
     i guess this silence  will last for ever!
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-********-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*********
          

ANTONIO GUERRERO SKLIRIS VIA EMILIA LEVANTE 26 BOLOGNA ITALY AGUERRERO@EXCITE.COM

.....Feel the sky 
     within your skin..
     Smell the sea
     in Aberdeen..

     Different places 
     different thoughts..
     paths without exit..
     i Don°t wanna get lost

     No one dares to estimate..
     and everybody is trying to explain..
     Between the eyes of this world..
     there°s a smile..but it is still alone..

     As cunning as a fox..
     different places-different thoughts..
     As free as a hope...
     different smiles-different worlds

     For what°s the meaning of life
     and what should never be..
     for some stupid  for some genuine s
     Down here always alone..
     Waiting the next dawn.....

     Could i believe in what i see...
     or it is just another crazy dream?

    Different smiles----crazy sites..
    Towards this odd light..we have to survive....

    But i can°t stand..
    the sadness in my heart..
    i have to Denny this peculiar dark..
    i need a place ..i need some words..
    i can°T believe a plastic dream.

    And this what i call..
    " Human life" in Alert..

    What°s out your step..
    noose gets what deserve..
    Tonight a hope has been executed..
    tomorrow a breathe..might be wanted!

     In the edge..we live..
     within some plastic dreams...
     Had we ever fall together???
     i guess this silence  will last for ever!
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-********-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*********
          

ANTONIO GUERRERO SKLIRIS VIA EMILIA LEVANTE 26 BOLOGNA ITALY AGUERRERO@EXCITE.COM

.....Feel the sky 
     within your skin..
     Smell the sea
     in Aberdeen..

     Different places 
     different thoughts..
     paths without exit..
     i Don°t wanna get lost

     No one dares to estimate..
     and everybody is trying to explain..
     Between the eyes of this world..
     there°s a smile..but it is still alone..

     As cunning as a fox..
     different places-different thoughts..
     As free as a hope...
     different smiles-different worlds

     For what°s the meaning of life
     and what should never be..
     for some stupid  for some genuine s
     Down here always alone..
     Waiting the next dawn.....

     Could i believe in what i see...
     or it is just another crazy dream?

    Different smiles----crazy sites..
    Towards this odd light..we have to survive....

    But i can°t stand..
    the sadness in my heart..
    i have to Denny this peculiar dark..
    i need a place ..i need some words..
    i can°T believe a plastic dream.

    And this what i call..
    " Human life" in Alert..

    What°s out your step..
    noose gets what deserve..
    Tonight a hope has been executed..
    tomorrow a breathe..might be wanted!

     In the edge..we live..
     within some plastic dreams...
     Had we ever fall together???
     i guess this silence  will last for ever!
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-********-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*********
          

 Throught my eyes I see the beauty that surrounds you,a magical gleam that sparkles each and everytime i see you smile.As I linger the thoughts of you,time seems to stop for awhile..I see you in every dreams that comes to me,I feel your warm present as if youre here with me.Though youre so far away,I feel you close from each moments of thoughts I create from day to day..I guess you can say I'm truely overwhelm by you and the beauty thats so true thats always there to surround you

alex...iceofeyes@aol.com....USA

 Throught my eyes I see the beauty that surrounds you,a magical gleam that sparkles each and everytime i see you smile.As I linger the thoughts of you,time seems to stop for awhile..I see you in every dreams that comes to me,I feel your warm present as if youre here with me.Though youre so far away,I feel you close from each moments of thoughts I create from day to day..I guess you can say I'm truely overwhelm by you and the beauty thats so true thats always there to surround you

iceofeyes@aol.com

Poesia pura, como purê
legalizada em ocasião oportuna,
nascida do estímulo gradual
ao enumerar letras e palavras,
translúcidas em sua tradução
anárquicas,
raptadas da desfaçatez
descaracterizadas do fracasso
por nunca terem sido impressas...

Gilson Leão-comunicacao@uvv-es.br - Brasil

Poesia pura, como purê
legalizada em ocasião oportuna,
nascida do estímulo gradual
ao enumerar letras e palavras,
translúcidas em sua tradução
anárquicas,
raptadas da desfaçatez
descaracterizadas do fracasso
por nunca terem sido impressas...

Gilson Leão-comunicacao@uvv-es.br - Brasil

Poesia pura, como purê
legalizada em ocasião oportuna,
nascida do estímulo gradual
ao enumerar letras e palavras,
translúcidas em sua tradução
anárquicas,
raptadas da desfaçatez
descaracterizadas do fracasso
por nunca terem sido impressas...

Gilson Leão-comunicacao@uvv-es.br - Brasil

Poesia pura, como purê
legalizada em ocasião oportuna,
nascida do estímulo gradual
ao enumerar letras e palavras,
translúcidas em sua tradução
anárquicas,
raptadas da desfaçatez
descaracterizadas do fracasso
por nunca terem sido impressas...

Gilson Leão-comunicacao@uvv-es.br - Brasil

A saudade que sinto quando estou longe de você, me mata.
Faria tudo que fosse possível para estar ao seu lado agora.
Mas tem algo que me impede...Você.
Não sei se me quer realmente ao teu lado.
Antes tinha certeza que sim, mas agora tudo mudou.
Acho que você não me ama mais...Ou tem medo de me amar.
Se neste momento tivesse certeza de que me amasse, moveria céu, terra e mar para ficar a teu lado.
Mas para mim o mundo está perdendo sua luz, sua alegria e seu brilho.
É como se estivesse caindo em um abismo profundo, escuro, em que aos poucos minha alma se desfaz por não ter certeza de seu amor...
Agora rola uma lágrima solitária de meus olhos.
Enquanto esta lágrima cai, meu coração sangra e minha alma chora.
“Estou só, e grito na eternidade”

Filipe Tomita e-mail: filipe@lkweb.com.br Brasil - São Paulo

A saudade que sinto quando estou longe de você, me mata.
Faria tudo que fosse possível para estar ao seu lado agora.
Mas tem algo que me impede...Você.
Não sei se me quer realmente ao teu lado.
Antes tinha certeza que sim, mas agora tudo mudou.
Acho que você não me ama mais...Ou tem medo de me amar.
Se neste momento tivesse certeza de que me amasse, moveria céu, terra e mar para ficar a teu lado.
Mas para mim o mundo está perdendo sua luz, sua alegria e seu brilho.
É como se estivesse caindo em um abismo profundo, escuro, em que aos poucos minha alma se desfaz por não ter certeza de seu amor...
Agora rola uma lágrima solitária de meus olhos.
Enquanto esta lágrima cai, meu coração sangra e minha alma chora.
“Estou só, e grito na eternidade”

Filipe Tomita e-mail: filipe@lkweb.com.br Brasil - São Paulo

mi vida se queja,ya es incompleta
el lucer de sus ojos, se apago de entre sus besos
mi felicidad se trasluce, y se disuelve
mi alma en pena queda

es lo unico que quiero
es quererte demasiado
quisas ese a sido mi pecado
amar a a quien no me a amado

alfonso carvajal deja_vu_68@hotmail.com chile

mi vida se queja,ya es incompleta
el lucer de sus ojos, se apago de entre sus besos
mi felicidad se trasluce, y se disuelve
mi alma en pena queda

es lo unico que quiero
es quererte demasiado
quisas ese a sido mi pecado
amar a a quien no me a amado

alfonso carvajal deja_vu_68@hotmail.com chile

mi vida se queja,ya es incompleta
el lucer de sus ojos, se apago de entre sus besos
mi felicidad se trasluce, y se disuelve
mi alma en pena queda

es lo unico que quiero
es quererte demasiado
quisas ese a sido mi pecado
amar a a quien no me a amado

alfonso carvajal deja_vu_68@hotmail.com chile

mi vida se queja,ya es incompleta
el lucer de sus ojos, se apago de entre sus besos
mi felicidad se trasluce, y se disuelve
mi alma en pena queda

es lo unico que quiero
es quererte demasiado
quisas ese a sido mi pecado
amar a a quien no me a amado

alfonso carvajal deja_vu_68@hotmail.com chile

mi vida se queja,ya es incompleta
el lucer de sus ojos, se apago de entre sus besos
mi felicidad se trasluce, y se disuelve
mi alma en pena queda

es lo unico que quiero
es quererte demasiado
quisas ese a sido mi pecado
amar a a quien no me a amado

alfonso carvajal deja_vu_68@hotmail.com chile

mi vida se queja,ya es incompleta
el lucer de sus ojos, se apago de entre sus besos
mi felicidad se trasluce, y se disuelve
mi alma en pena queda

es lo unico que quiero
es quererte demasiado
quisas ese a sido mi pecado
amar a a quien no me a amado

alfonso carvajal deja_vu_68@hotmail.com chile

mi vida se queja,ya es incompleta
el lucer de sus ojos, se apago de entre sus besos
mi felicidad se trasluce, y se disuelve
mi alma en pena queda

es lo unico que quiero
es quererte demasiado
quisas ese a sido mi pecado
amar a a quien no me a amado

alfonso carvajal deja_vu_68@hotmail.com chile

Would you watch or would you turn away, perhaps?
Closing your eyes - clenching!
Jump! Jump! Don't! Stop! ?
What happens? Would you see it again? Look.
Follow your oil RED o.

oil RED o oil@red-o.fsnet.co.uk London

Would you watch or would you turn away, perhaps?
Closing your eyes - clenching!
Jump! Jump! Don't! Stop! ?
What happens? Would you see it again? Look.
Follow your oil RED o.

oil RED o oil@red-o.fsnet.co.uk London

And so I say to you, what kind of love have you, that allows
you to walk on water?
And why'd you make my sky so blue and my sweet-love's heart
untrue then fill my eyes with water?
Mary, please I'm down on my knees 
wont you send my angel home to me?

And so I say to you, what kind of love have you, that allows
you to walk on water?
And why'd you make my sky so blue and my sweet-love's heart
untrue then fill my eyes with water?
Mary, please I'm down on my knees 
wont you send my angel home to me?

Gregory_Labranche@student.uml.edu

Deus Grego


Dos versos retiro o sangue
que bebo e respiro, das unhas
mastigo a carne
que deglutida me transforma em
em bicho.
Anjo da noite, que acorda
e sangram os pés, espinhos
que fincam estacas no peito,
eu sou a noite,
a tempestade de gelo,
frio e seco.
Carne e vinho, pão
e lágrimas no queixo,
dos pés ao peito
que salivo e
consumo com nojo.
Nos versos reponho a
marca das unhas sujas,
e quebrando os dedos
para que deles
renasçam outras peles
macias e sangüinárias,
luxúria e morte
para a vida eterna.   

Anderson Cassol Dozza,dozza@pas.matrix.com.br,Brasil

Deus Grego


Dos versos retiro o sangue
que bebo e respiro, das unhas
mastigo a carne
que deglutida me transforma em
em bicho.
Anjo da noite, que acorda
e sangram os pés, espinhos
que fincam estacas no peito,
eu sou a noite,
a tempestade de gelo,
frio e seco.
Carne e vinho, pão
e lágrimas no queixo,
dos pés ao peito
que salivo e
consumo com nojo.
Nos versos reponho a
marca das unhas sujas,
e quebrando os dedos
para que deles
renasçam outras peles
macias e sangüinárias,
luxúria e morte
para a vida eterna.   

Anderson Cassol Dozza dozza@pas.matrix.com.br Brasil

Enchanting dawn of a new day
chases away horrors of the past.
Marvels hiden just beneath the surface
waiting to be visited by inocence.

Igor, tojcic@tojcic.screaming.net, UK

This silver key will open my heart of gold

This silver key will open my heart of gold

Elements and time, stars, wind,the earth, water and life, love, imagination, sensation, wonderous vision.

Jon Davis, norliten@earthlink.net USA

Elements and time, stars, wind,the earth, water and life, love, imagination, sensation, wonderous vision.

Jon Davis, norliten@earthlink.net, USA:

ALMA

A cada momento
dia a dia 
renascendo.
A cada mês
ano após ano
evoluindo.
A cada século
milênio, milênios
aprimorando.
A cada vida
reencarnando.

DOMENICA POLIANA DOMENIC@BOL.COM.BR RIO DE JANEIRO - BRASIL

ALMA

A cada momento
dia a dia 
renascendo.
A cada mês
ano após ano
evoluindo.
A cada século
milênio, milênios
aprimorando.
A cada vida
reencarnando.

DOMENICA POLIANA DOMENIC@BOL.COM.BR RIO DE JANEIRO - BRASIL

{poem}

{mail}

ALMA

A cada momento
dia a dia 
renascendo.
A cada mês
ano após ano
evoluindo.
A cada século
milênio, milênios
aprimorando.
A cada vida
reencarnando.

DOMENICA POLIANA DOMENIC@BOL.COM.BR RIO DE JANEIRO - BRASIL

ALMA

A cada momento
dia a dia 
renascendo.
A cada mês
ano após ano
evoluindo.
A cada século
milênio, milênios
aprimorando.
A cada vida
reencarnando.

DOMENICA POLIANA DOMENIC@BOL.COM.BR

ALMA

A cada momento
dia a dia 
renascendo.
A cada mês
ano após ano
evoluindo.
A cada século
milênio, milênios
aprimorando.
A cada vida
reencarnando.

DOMENICA POLIANA DOMENIC@BOL.COM.BR RIO DE JANEIRO - BRAZIL

ALMA

A cada momento
dia a dia 
renascendo.
A cada mês
ano após ano
evoluindo.
A cada século
milênio, milênios
aprimorando.
A cada vida
reencarnando.

DOMENICA POLIANA DOMENIC@BOL.COM.BR RIO DE JANEIRO - BRAZIL

ALMA

A cada momento
dia a dia 
renascendo.
A cada mês
ano após ano
evoluindo.
A cada século
milênio, milênios
aprimorando.
A cada vida
reencarnando.

DOMENICA POLIANA DOMENIC@BOL.COM.BR RIO DE JANEIRO - BRAZIL

His Green Eyes can stop me in an instant
for they can look through my sole
and read all my thoughts.
And His Green Eyes haunts my dreams,
for as scary as they are,
I would do anything for them.
Is it love?
Is it lust?
Is it mad desire?
Is it just the need for someone to hold me?
Is it worth it?

Liz, USA lhaugen@mailcity.com

Viagem no escuro

Não sei mais para onde olhar,
cruzo todas as esquinas sem desviar
semáforos indicam amarelo,
não atento para  a hora de pular.

Paredes e pisos falsos se abrem,
em baixo e em frente a mim.
Não posso olhar, não sei aonde cai.
Teias e serpentes por todos os lados,
tocha que não se acende.

Vitrine de vidro que se quebra,
estilhaços no parque.
Roda gigante que não dá voltas.
Perfume insensato e alucinante
Olhos oblíquos e tocantes.

Banheira de espuma transbordando,
torneira vermelha ,
não atento para a hora de nadar do lado de fora. 

Ananda Bastos a_bastos@zipmail.com Brasil

Viagem no escuro

Não sei mais para onde olhar,
cruzo todas as esquinas sem desviar
semáforos indicam amarelo,
não atento para  a hora de pular.

Paredes e pisos falsos se abrem,
em baixo e em frente a mim.
Não posso olhar, não sei aonde cai.
Teias e serpentes por todos os lados,
tocha que não se acende.

Vitrine de vidro que se quebra,
estilhaços no parque.
Roda gigante que não dá voltas.
Perfume insensato e alucinante
Olhos oblíquos e tocantes.

Banheira de espuma transbordando,
torneira vermelha ,
não atento para a hora de nadar do lado de fora. 

Ananda Bastos a_bastos@zipmail.com Brasil

Da realidade ao sonho 

Já fui deusa
Hoje sou mortal
Já encantei muitos homens
Agora prego a moral

Já fui jovem
De corpo escultural
Passei por muitas camas
Encenei até mulher fatal

Hoje carrego insegurança
O seio já não seduz
Aceito o destino com confiança
Sigo o caminho que me propus

No entanto o sonho é livre
Nele encontro o brilho do teu olhar
Meus sentidos ficam em prontidão
Ternura selvagem a te desejar
É difícil resistir a tentação

Encontro na feminilidade a liberação
Tua espontaneidade é afrodisíaca
Busco o prazer recobrando a sedução
Te faço refém e viro maníaca




Tons  

Despe-se do corpo
Vira luz resplandecente
Rasga as entranhas do infinito
Livre claridade sutil
Pairam sobre a noite cintilante
Discretos raios prateados
Revelando o brilho matizado
Através do criador transformado

Suave a neve
Que clareia as manhãs sem sol
Breve arrepiar da pele.
Misterioso o mar
Inconstante tonalidade
Escondendo em si a profundidade
Calafrio: alerta da alma.

Maria Cristina Marimon Poemas editados no livro Antologia Poética Brasileira 1999(Shan Editores)

Da realidade ao sonho 

Já fui deusa
Hoje sou mortal
Já encantei muitos homens
Agora prego a moral

Já fui jovem
De corpo escultural
Passei por muitas camas
Encenei até mulher fatal

Hoje carrego insegurança
O seio já não seduz
Aceito o destino com confiança
Sigo o caminho que me propus

No entanto o sonho é livre
Nele encontro o brilho do teu olhar
Meus sentidos ficam em prontidão
Ternura selvagem a te desejar
É difícil resistir a tentação

Encontro na feminilidade a liberação
Tua espontaneidade é afrodisíaca
Busco o prazer recobrando a sedução
Te faço refém e viro maníaca




Tons  

Despe-se do corpo
Vira luz resplandecente
Rasga as entranhas do infinito
Livre claridade sutil
Pairam sobre a noite cintilante
Discretos raios prateados
Revelando o brilho matizado
Através do criador transformado

Suave a neve
Que clareia as manhãs sem sol
Breve arrepiar da pele.
Misterioso o mar
Inconstante tonalidade
Escondendo em si a profundidade
Calafrio: alerta da alma.

Maria Cristina Marimon Poemas editados no livro Antologia Poética Brasileira 1999(Shan Editores) tinahagen@bol.com.br Porto Alegre - RS - Brasil

Da realidade ao sonho 

Já fui deusa
Hoje sou mortal
Já encantei muitos homens
Agora prego a moral

Já fui jovem
De corpo escultural
Passei por muitas camas
Encenei até mulher fatal

Hoje carrego insegurança
O seio já não seduz
Aceito o destino com confiança
Sigo o caminho que me propus

No entanto o sonho é livre
Nele encontro o brilho do teu olhar
Meus sentidos ficam em prontidão
Ternura selvagem a te desejar
É difícil resistir a tentação

Encontro na feminilidade a liberação
Tua espontaneidade é afrodisíaca
Busco o prazer recobrando a sedução
Te faço refém e viro maníaca




Tons  

Despe-se do corpo
Vira luz resplandecente
Rasga as entranhas do infinito
Livre claridade sutil
Pairam sobre a noite cintilante
Discretos raios prateados
Revelando o brilho matizado
Através do criador transformado

Suave a neve
Que clareia as manhãs sem sol
Breve arrepiar da pele.
Misterioso o mar
Inconstante tonalidade
Escondendo em si a profundidade
Calafrio: alerta da alma.

Maria Cristina Marimon Poemas editados no livro Antologia Poética Brasileira 1999(Shan Editores) tinahagen@bol.com.br Porto Alegre - RS - Brasil

                        MANTRA

                                m ind
                                a nd
                                n imble
                                t ongue
                                r epeat 
                                a gain

                        MIND
                                m essage
                                i nside
                                n o
                                d elivery

The first one I sold for a dollar to a haiku magazine (or should I say
rented).

Marty

 some of my minimal poetry that I push from time to time
 onewe = one new ewe = a minimal haiku, such as
   soultimatemple = soul, ultimate temple
   downwindown = downwind, window down
   painsidecisions = pain inside, decisions
   hiddenemyself = .........
   ghostrangel = .......
   oreganotherb =.......
   kitestingravity = ..........
   idreamker = .......
   buddhauntingaze = ............ 

Martin Mikelberg,onewe@home.com , USA

                        MANTRA

                                m ind
                                a nd
                                n imble
                                t ongue
                                r epeat 
                                a gain

                        MIND
                                m essage
                                i nside
                                n o
                                d elivery

The first one I sold for a dollar to a haiku magazine (or should I say
rented).

Marty

 some of my minimal poetry that I push from time to time
 onewe = one new ewe = a minimal haiku, such as
   soultimatemple = soul, ultimate temple
   downwindown = downwind, window down
   painsidecisions = pain inside, decisions
   hiddenemyself = .........
   ghostrangel = .......
   oreganotherb =.......
   kitestingravity = ..........
   idreamker = .......
   buddhauntingaze = ............ 

Martin Mikelberg, onewe@home.com , USA Martin Mikelberg,onewe@home.com , USA

                        MANTRA

                                m ind
                                a nd
                                n imble
                                t ongue
                                r epeat 
                                a gain

                        MIND
                                m essage
                                i nside
                                n o
                                d elivery

The first one I sold for a dollar to a haiku magazine (or should I say
rented).

Marty

 some of my minimal poetry that I push from time to time
 onewe = one new ewe = a minimal haiku, such as
   soultimatemple = soul, ultimate temple
   downwindown = downwind, window down
   painsidecisions = pain inside, decisions
   hiddenemyself = .........
   ghostrangel = .......
   oreganotherb =.......
   kitestingravity = ..........
   idreamker = .......
   buddhauntingaze = ............ 

Martin Mikelberg, onewe@home.com , USA Martin Mikelberg,onewe@home.com , USA

Mine and Yours

Mine
Today  and  Always
Always and Forever
Forever  and Only
             Yours

Heather Scholes heather.scholes@virgin.net England

my broken
frail and weak
throbbing too much to explain
I wouldn't have had a broken arm
if i would have just listen to my mom

brittany Osti Nybritt222@aol.com USA

To you with love i give a gift
To try to give you heart a lift
I know your hurting i feel your pain
It's like your world is filled with rain
It has not been that long ago
And you try not to let the tears show
I want to be here for you right now
But the question i keep hearing is how I try to be strong and lend a hand
I try to help you understand 
This is the hardest thing you've been through
But you have to be strong that's all you can do
Try to remember how it used to be
Then one day in heaven he again you will see

kristin k_nickles@hotmail.com United States of America

To you with love i give a gift
To try to give you heart a lift
I know your hurting i feel your pain
It's like your world is filled with rain
It has not been that long ago
And you try not to let the tears show
I want to be here for you right now
But the question i keep hearing is how I try to be strong and lend a hand
I try to help you understand 
This is the hardest thing you've been through
But you have to be strong that's all you can do
Try to remember how it used to be
Then one day in heaven he again you will see

kristin k_nickles@hotmail.com United States of America

i m gay, 
i eat hay,
down by the bay,
do u want to come play,
hey, what do u say,
maybe we just may

Brian Kriebel, USA

i m gay, 
i eat hay,
down by the bay,
do u want to come play,
hey, what do u say,
maybe we just may

Brian Kriebel, USA

and then the dance continued,
into the night.
he shouted please please
email me at mongymarcus@yahoo.com
rom tiddly om pom pom

marcus ryalls mongymarcus@yahoo.com

and then the dance continued,
into the night.
he shouted please please
email me at mongymarcus@yahoo.com
rom tiddly om pom pom

marcus ryalls mongymarcus@yahoo.com

and then the dance continued,
into the night.
he shouted please please
email me at address below
rom tiddly om pom pom

marcus ryalls mongymarcus@yahoo.com

and then the dance continued,
into the night.
he shouted please please
email me at address below
rom tiddly om pom pom

marcus ryalls mongymarcus@yahoo.com england

and the dance continued 
into the night
and he shouted, please, email
me, at mongymarcus@yahoo.com
rom tiddly om pom pom

mongymarcus@yahoo.com Marcus P Ryalls England

I WAS JUST WAITING FOR MR RIGHT ,SO HE CAME INTO MY LIFE AND TOOK ME TO HEAVEN THEN TO HELL I WORKED MY WAY BACK UP TO EARTH BUT ITS HELL ONCE YOU'VE HAD HEAVEN 

GINA HARDISON BUBBLEGUMGIRLNC@CS.COM DAVIDSON COUNTY

I WAS JUST WAITING FOR MR RIGHT ,SO HE CAME INTO MY LIFE AND TOOK ME TO HEAVEN THEN TO HELL I WORKED MY WAY BACK UP TO EARTH BUT ITS HELL ONCE YOU'VE HAD HEAVEN 

GINA HARDISON BUBBLEGUMGIRLNC@COMPUSERVE.COM DAVIDSON COUNTY

I WAS JUST WAITING FOR MR RIGHT ,SO HE CAME INTO MY LIFE AND TOOK ME TO HEAVEN THEN TO HELL I WORKED MY WAY BACK UP TO EARTH BUT ITS HELL ONCE YOU'VE HAD HEAVEN 

MARCUS@art.net BUBBLEGUMGIRLNC@COMPUSERVE.COM DAVIDSON COUNTY

OH WHAT HIDDEN TRAILS AND SUNFILLED GOLDEN ASPEN LEAVES REVEAL IN THIS MYSTIC TIME WE CALL AUTUMN ITS ANOTHER INDIAN SUMMER. HOW FAST THE MOMENTS SLIP AWAY LISTENING TO THE SILENCE.I SEE THIS TIME ALONE AND BREATHE IN EVERY MOMENT OF THE COMFORT. BUT TO SEE THE EYES, TO TOUCH THE SOUL, AND TO FEEL THAT SWEET MORNING KISS. LET THE LIGHT THAT SHINES BETWEEN TWO LOVERS RELEASE US BOTH NOW AND I PRAY ON YOUR WAY HOME MY BROTHER, LET THERE BE LOVE.

JMAGDALENE,JMAGDALENE@YAHOO.COM

meeting the dead line.Having a wonderful out look.
Seeing fun again loving life again.
Starting over and looking foward,and joy.
We are geing the plans done.
So your in the mits and something happens,what you started you are told to stop.
Not much time left we have to do this now.No its not gong to happen I don't want you to do it.
Grush and life is at a stand still.
the greaf is onbareable and you stop.You don,t go foward and your stuck in this marrige for live .This was not God It was Man And Selfesnee
You on the other hand lost what you had at the begaining.
a two year Poied gos by,and your illness as taking over only because you lost happyness.
So all that was said in the past is I,m sorry.
only because of there mistake.So you are at the hospital and see some old friend.
There holding there new baby and its there 6th one and top it off shes your age.
So tears wale up and the past of lost comes back and you say to your self
Nothing the Pian is more then giving birth and you have no life to think about.Its been taking away from you.
the xscuse it the cilden will be jeluse and only to fine out your own one is having a baby now.
I am 44 now and I had to exspress the hurt of life that did not have to be.
and now I found out that it was only my thyriod I have been so lable by the man I married and I dont that any intrest in life i know your saying
She can enjoy her granchild that was taking away too.How could she be jeluse shes having her own. 

kodakwood@netscape.net

meeting the dead line.Having a wonderful out look.
Seeing fun again loving life again.
Starting over and looking foward,and joy.
We are geing the plans done.
So your in the mits and something happens,what you started you are told to stop.
Not much time left we have to do this now.No its not gong to happen I don't want you to do it.
Grush and life is at a stand still.
the greaf is onbareable and you stop.You don,t go foward and your stuck in this marrige for live .This was not God It was Man And Selfesnee
You on the other hand lost what you had at the begaining.
a two year Poied gos by,and your illness as taking over only because you lost happyness.
So all that was said in the past is I,m sorry.
only because of there mistake.So you are at the hospital and see some old friend.
There holding there new baby and its there 6th one and top it off shes your age.
So tears wale up and the past of lost comes back and you say to your self
Nothing the Pian is more then giving birth and you have no life to think about.Its been taking away from you.
the xscuse it the cilden will be jeluse and only to fine out your own one is having a baby now.
I am 44 now and I had to exspress the hurt of life that did not have to be.
and now I found out that it was only my thyriod I have been so lable by the man I married and I dont that any intrest in life i know your saying
She can enjoy her granchild that was taking away too.How could she be jeluse shes having her own. 

kodakwood@netscape.net

meeting the dead line.Having a wonderful out look.
Seeing fun again loving life again.
Starting over and looking foward,and joy.
We are geing the plans done.
So your in the mits and something happens,what you started you are told to stop.
Not much time left we have to do this now.No its not gong to happen I don't want you to do it.
Grush and life is at a stand still.
the greaf is onbareable and you stop.You don,t go foward and your stuck in this marrige for live .This was not God It was Man And Selfesnee
You on the other hand lost what you had at the begaining.
a two year Poied gos by,and your illness as taking over only because you lost happyness.
So all that was said in the past is I,m sorry.
only because of there mistake.So you are at the hospital and see some old friend.
There holding there new baby and its there 6th one and top it off shes your age.
So tears wale up and the past of lost comes back and you say to your self
Nothing the Pian is more then giving birth and you have no life to think about.Its been taking away from you.
the xscuse it the cilden will be jeluse and only to fine out your own one is having a baby now.
I am 44 now and I had to exspress the hurt of life that did not have to be.
and now I found out that it was only my thyriod I have been so lable by the man I married and I dont that any intrest in life i know your saying
She can enjoy her granchild that was taking away too.How could she be jeluse shes having her own. 

kodakwood@netscape.net

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e xscuse it the cilden will be jeluse and only to fine out your own one is having a baby now.
I am 44 now and I had to exspress the hurt of life that did not have to be.
and now I found out that it was only my thyriod I have been so lable by the man I married and I dont that any intrest in life i know your saying
She can enjoy her granchild that was taking away too.How could she be jeluse shes having her own. 

kodakwood@netscape.net

adriano melhem, bbarreto, brasil

 to come, im coming, comer, come

adrianobbarretobrasil

adriano,danigno,brasil

I'm in love with a man with a hearth like a rose
Which grows everyday to look wonderful

Sandy, aaliyaah@gurlmail.com,Canada

I'm in love with a man with a hearth like a rose
Which grows everyday to look wonderful

Sandy, aaliyaah@gurlmail.com,Canada

YOU HAVE LOVED ME FROM THE START,                          I HOLD A SPECIAL PLACE IN YOUR HEART.
I HAVE THREE SISTERS AND A BROTHER,
AND YOU MY DEAR, ARE OUR MOTHER.
YOU ARE ALWAYS THERE, IF WE ARE IN NEED,
TAKING CARE OF WHATEVER, WE MAY PLEED.
I KNOW SOMETIMES, YOU MUST GET TIRED,
BUT, YOU NEVER SURRENDER, BECAUSE YOU WHERE HIRED.
YOU HAVE DONE THE BEST JOB, OF WHICH YOU WERE ABLE,
TAKING CARE OF US ALL, AND PUTTING FOOD ON THE TABLE.
I WILL ALWAYS TREASURE, THE LITTLE THINGS YOU DO,
AND BE EVER SO GRATEFULL, THAT GOD GAVE ME YOU!

PATTY MARTIN-PMARTIN1@CSWNET.COM-U.S.A.

YOU HAVE LOVED ME FROM THE START,                          I HOLD A SPECIAL PLACE IN YOUR HEART.
I HAVE THREE SISTERS AND A BROTHER,
AND YOU MY DEAR, ARE OUR MOTHER.
YOU ARE ALWAYS THERE, IF WE ARE IN NEED,
TAKING CARE OF WHATEVER, WE MAY PLEED.
I KNOW SOMETIMES, YOU MUST GET TIRED,
BUT, YOU NEVER SURRENDER, BECAUSE YOU WHERE HIRED.
YOU HAVE DONE THE BEST JOB, OF WHICH YOU WERE ABLE,
TAKING CARE OF US ALL, AND PUTTING FOOD ON THE TABLE.
I WILL ALWAYS TREASURE, THE LITTLE THINGS YOU DO,
AND BE EVER SO GRATEFULL, THAT GOD GAVE ME YOU!

PATTY MARTIN PMARTIN1@CSWNET.COM USA

YOU HAVE LOVED ME FROM THE START,                          I HOLD A SPECIAL PLACE IN YOUR HEART.
I HAVE THREE SISTERS AND A BROTHER,
AND YOU MY DEAR, ARE OUR MOTHER.
YOU ARE ALWAYS THERE, IF WE ARE IN NEED,
TAKING CARE OF WHATEVER, WE MAY PLEED.
I KNOW SOMETIMES, YOU MUST GET TIRED,
BUT, YOU NEVER SURRENDER, BECAUSE YOU WHERE HIRED.
YOU HAVE DONE THE BEST JOB, OF WHICH YOU WERE ABLE,
TAKING CARE OF US ALL, AND PUTTING FOOD ON THE TABLE.
I WILL ALWAYS TREASURE, THE LITTLE THINGS YOU DO,
AND BE EVER SO GRATEFULL, THAT GOD GAVE ME YOU!

PATTY MARTIN PMARTIN1@CSWNET.COM USA

YOU HAVE LOVED ME FROM THE START,                          I HOLD A SPECIAL PLACE IN YOUR HEART.
I HAVE THREE SISTERS AND A BROTHER,
AND YOU MY DEAR, ARE OUR MOTHER.
YOU ARE ALWAYS THERE, IF WE ARE IN NEED,
TAKING CARE OF WHATEVER, WE MAY PLEED.
I KNOW SOMETIMES, YOU MUST GET TIRED,
BUT, YOU NEVER SURRENDER, BECAUSE YOU WHERE HIRED.
YOU HAVE DONE THE BEST JOB, OF WHICH YOU WERE ABLE,
TAKING CARE OF US ALL, AND PUTTING FOOD ON THE TABLE.
I WILL ALWAYS TREASURE, THE LITTLE THINGS YOU DO,
AND BE EVER SO GRATEFULL, THAT GOD GAVE ME YOU!

PMARTIN1@CSWNET.

YOU HAVE LOVED ME FROM THE START,                          I HOLD A SPECIAL PLACE IN YOUR HEART.
I HAVE THREE SISTERS AND A BROTHER,
AND YOU MY DEAR, ARE OUR MOTHER.
YOU ARE ALWAYS THERE, IF WE ARE IN NEED,
TAKING CARE OF WHATEVER, WE MAY PLEED.
I KNOW SOMETIMES, YOU MUST GET TIRED,
BUT, YOU NEVER SURRENDER, BECAUSE YOU WHERE HIRED.
YOU HAVE DONE THE BEST JOB, OF WHICH YOU WERE ABLE,
TAKING CARE OF US ALL, AND PUTTING FOOD ON THE TABLE.
I WILL ALWAYS TREASURE, THE LITTLE THINGS YOU DO,
AND BE EVER SO GRATEFULL, THAT GOD GAVE ME YOU!

PMARTIN1@CSWNET.

No vento me perco na hora
Ter que ditar sem motivo
abrindo as páginas da vida
participo sem querer querer
apenas deixar o dito 
que não haverá dito
para resgistrar este estar

Valéria Barbosa

Querer estar em contato com o imediato muito me atrai
Deixar registrado meu rastro inda que um cachorro ativo jamais o encontrará.
Está perdido dentro de minha alma os agudos do latido da fome que trassa os dias.
Ela afugenta e me angustia, me bate e lateja a retina e escandalosamente diz ser filha do povo.
Se procuro a solução para a dor que tinge meu gado
Se procuro opinião sobre o afago que em mim mesma trago
busco é a questão que trará a solução
para do Governo o descaso.
E daí achar com graça, a graça de redigir
se encontrei este espaço
Deixo as questões deste lado e vamos este poema parir.

Valéria Barbosa, elacay@cruzadadomenor.org.br - Brasil

Querer estar em contato com o imediato muito me atrai
Deixar registrado meu rastro inda que um cachorro ativo jamais o encontrará.
Está perdido dentro de minha alma os agudos do latido da fome que trassa os dias.
Ela afugenta e me angustia, me bate e lateja a retina e escandalosamente diz ser filha do povo.
Se procuro a solução para a dor que tinge meu gado
Se procuro opinião sobre o afago que em mim mesma trago
busco é a questão que trará a solução
para do Governo o descaso.
E daí achar com graça, a graça de redigir
se encontrei este espaço
Deixo as questões deste lado e vamos este poema parir.

Valéria Barbosa, elacay@cruzadadomenor.org.br - Brasil

Querer estar em contato com o imediato muito me atrai
Deixar registrado meu rastro inda que um cachorro ativo jamais o encontrará.
Está perdido dentro de minha alma os agudos do latido da fome que trassa os dias.
Ela afugenta e me angustia, me bate e lateja a retina e escandalosamente diz ser filha do povo.
Se procuro a solução para a dor que tinge meu gado
Se procuro opinião sobre o afago que em mim mesma trago
busco é a questão que trará a solução
para do Governo o descaso.
E daí achar com graça, a graça de redigir
se encontrei este espaço
Deixo as questões deste lado e vamos este poema parir.

Valéria Barbosa, elacay@cruzadadomenor.org.br - Brasil

Querer estar em contato com o imediato muito me atrai
Deixar registrado meu rastro inda que um cachorro ativo jamais o encontrará.
Está perdido dentro de minha alma os agudos do latido da fome que trassa os dias.
Ela afugenta e me angustia, me bate e lateja a retina e escandalosamente diz ser filha do povo.
Se procuro a solução para a dor que tinge meu gado
Se procuro opinião sobre o afago que em mim mesma trago
busco é a questão que trará a solução
para do Governo o descaso.
E daí achar com graça, a graça de redigir
se encontrei este espaço
Deixo as questões deste lado e vamos este poema parir.

Valéria Barbosa, elacay@cruzadadomenor.org.br - Brasil

Querer estar em contato com o imediato muito me atrai
Deixar registrado meu rastro inda que um cachorro ativo jamais o encontrará.
Está perdido dentro de minha alma os agudos do latido da fome que trassa os dias.
Ela afugenta e me angustia, me bate e lateja a retina e escandalosamente diz ser filha do povo.
Se procuro a solução para a dor que tinge meu gado
Se procuro opinião sobre o afago que em mim mesma trago
busco é a questão que trará a solução
para do Governo o descaso.
E daí achar com graça, a graça de redigir
se encontrei este espaço
Deixo as questões deste lado e vamos este poema parir.

Valéria Barbosa, elacay@cruzadadomenor.org.br - Brasil

Querer estar em contato com o imediato muito me atrai
Deixar registrado meu rastro inda que um cachorro ativo jamais o encontrará.
Está perdido dentro de minha alma os agudos do latido da fome que trassa os dias.
Ela afugenta e me angustia, me bate e lateja a retina e escandalosamente diz ser filha do povo.
Se procuro a solução para a dor que tinge meu gado
Se procuro opinião sobre o afago que em mim mesma trago
busco é a questão que trará a solução
para do Governo o descaso.
E daí achar com graça, a graça de redigir
se encontrei este espaço
Deixo as questões deste lado e vamos este poema parir.

Valéria Barbosa, elacay@cruzadadomenor.org.br - Brasil

Querer estar em contato com o imediato muito me atrai
Deixar registrado meu rastro inda que um cachorro ativo jamais o encontrará.
Está perdido dentro de minha alma os agudos do latido da fome que trassa os dias.
Ela afugenta e me angustia, me bate e lateja a retina e escandalosamente diz ser filha do povo.
Se procuro a solução para a dor que tinge meu gado
Se procuro opinião sobre o afago que em mim mesma trago
busco é a questão que trará a solução
para do Governo o descaso.
E daí achar com graça, a graça de redigir
se encontrei este espaço
Deixo as questões deste lado e vamos este poema parir.

elacay@cruzadadomenor.org.br

Querer estar em contato com o imediato muito me atrai
Deixar registrado meu rastro inda que um cachorro ativo jamais o encontrará.
Está perdido dentro de minha alma os agudos do latido da fome que trassa os dias.
Ela afugenta e me angustia, me bate e lateja a retina e escandalosamente diz ser filha do povo.
Se procuro a solução para a dor que tinge meu gado
Se procuro opinião sobre o afago que em mim mesma trago
busco é a questão que trará a solução
para do Governo o descaso.
E daí achar com graça, a graça de redigir
se encontrei este espaço
Deixo as questões deste lado e vamos este poema parir.

Valeria Barbosa

Querer estar em contato com o imediato muito me atrai
Deixar registrado meu rastro inda que um cachorro ativo jamais o encontrará.
Está perdido dentro de minha alma os agudos do latido da fome que trassa os dias.
Ela afugenta e me angustia, me bate e lateja a retina e escandalosamente diz ser filha do povo.
Se procuro a solução para a dor que tinge meu gado
Se procuro opinião sobre o afago que em mim mesma trago
busco é a questão que trará a solução
para do Governo o descaso.
E daí achar com graça, a graça de redigir
se encontrei este espaço
Deixo as questões deste lado e vamos este poema parir.

Valeria Barbosa elacay@cruzadadomenor.org.br Brasil

Querer estar em contato com o imediato muito me atrai
Deixar registrado meu rastro inda que um cachorro ativo jamais o encontrará.
Está perdido dentro de minha alma os agudos do latido da fome que trassa os dias.
Ela afugenta e me angustia, me bate e lateja a retina e escandalosamente diz ser filha do povo.
Se procuro a solução para a dor que tinge meu gado
Se procuro opinião sobre o afago que em mim mesma trago
busco é a questão que trará a solução
para do Governo o descaso.
E daí achar com graça, a graça de redigir
se encontrei este espaço
Deixo as questões deste lado e vamos este poema parir.

Valeria Barbosa elacay@cruzadadomenor.org.br Brasil

Querer estar em contato com o imediato muito me atrai
Deixar registrado meu rastro inda que um cachorro ativo jamais o encontrará.
Está perdido dentro de minha alma os agudos do latido da fome que trassa os dias.
Ela afugenta e me angustia, me bate e lateja a retina e escandalosamente diz ser filha do povo.
Se procuro a solução para a dor que tinge meu gado
Se procuro opinião sobre o afago que em mim mesma trago
busco é a questão que trará a solução
para do Governo o descaso.
E daí achar com graça, a graça de redigir
se encontrei este espaço
Deixo as questões deste lado e vamos este poema parir.

Valeria Barbosa elacay@cruzadadomenor.org.br Brazil

Querer estar em contato com o imediato muito me atrai
Deixar registrado meu rastro inda que um cachorro ativo jamais o encontrará.
Está perdido dentro de minha alma os agudos do latido da fome que trassa os dias.
Ela afugenta e me angustia, me bate e lateja a retina e escandalosamente diz ser filha do povo.
Se procuro a solução para a dor que tinge meu gado
Se procuro opinião sobre o afago que em mim mesma trago
busco é a questão que trará a solução
para do Governo o descaso.
E daí achar com graça, a graça de redigir
se encontrei este espaço
Deixo as questões deste lado e vamos este poema parir.

Valeria Barbosa elacay@cruzadadomenor.org.br Brazil

Querer estar em contato com o imediato muito me atrai
Deixar registrado meu rastro inda que um cachorro ativo jamais o encontrará.
Está perdido dentro de minha alma os agudos do latido da fome que trassa os dias.
Ela afugenta e me angustia, me bate e lateja a retina e escandalosamente diz ser filha do povo.
Se procuro a solução para a dor que tinge meu gado
Se procuro opinião sobre o afago que em mim mesma trago
busco é a questão que trará a solução
para do Governo o descaso.
E daí achar com graça, a graça de redigir
se encontrei este espaço
Deixo as questões deste lado e vamos este poema parir.

Valeria Barbosa elacay@cruzadadomenor.org.br Brazil

3/19/2000
I once knew an Alcoholic.
Even after 14 years he still craved his own death. 
Your love is my addiction.
After three months I still crave it,
And I will in 14 years

Johnathan Tufts jtufts@awod.com

Falar de coisas escondidas sim
falar de mim
falar de mim
falar dos sentimentos misturados
sentir danado
sentir danado
falar de coisas que sei dizer
de versos que um dia eu ousei tecer
fazendo minha rede de embaraços
fiada com o suor dos meus braços
os versos mais ousados da memória
truncados com os afagos de minha história
e neste meu ensejo de contar esqueci
de não falar.
Falar de tudo aquilo que eu não vi
mas que ousei  ver escondido ali
dizer que é preciso acordar
e assumir que há falhas no olhar.
Falar de coisas retratadas sim
parece lero lero de poeta
as coisa que antevejo como certas.
Falar que é preciso aceitar
que dói decidir frente ao olhar
não mentir para o outro que enxerga
e ser somente aquilo que acredita
Falar tudo o que preciso for
a decisão é dolorida mas precisa.

Valéria Barbosa

Valeria Barbosa elacay@cruzadadomenor.org.br Brasil

Falar de coisas escondidas sim
falar de mim
falar de mim
falar dos sentimentos misturados
sentir danado
sentir danado
falar de coisas que sei dizer
de versos que um dia eu ousei tecer
fazendo minha rede de embaraços
fiada com o suor dos meus braços
os versos mais ousados da memória
truncados com os afagos de minha história
e neste meu ensejo de contar esqueci
de não falar.
Falar de tudo aquilo que eu não vi
mas que ousei  ver escondido ali
dizer que é preciso acordar
e assumir que há falhas no olhar.
Falar de coisas retratadas sim
parece lero lero de poeta
as coisa que antevejo como certas.
Falar que é preciso aceitar
que dói decidir frente ao olhar
não mentir para o outro que enxerga
e ser somente aquilo que acredita
Falar tudo o que preciso for
a decisão é dolorida mas precisa.

Valéria Barbosa

Valeria Barbosa elacay@cruzadadomenor.org.br Brasil

Falar de coisas escondidas sim
falar de mim
falar de mim
falar dos sentimentos misturados
sentir danado
sentir danado


Valéria barbosa - RJ/Brasil
falar de coisas que sei dizer
de versos que um dia eu ousei tecer
fazendo minha rede de embaraços
fiada com o suor dos meus braços
os versos mais ousados da memória
truncados com os afagos de minha história
e neste meu ensejo de contar esqueci
de não falar.
Falar de tudo aquilo que eu não vi
mas que ousei  ver escondido ali
dizer que é preciso acordar
e assumir que há falhas no olhar.
Falar de coisas retratadas sim
parece lero lero de poeta
as coisa que antevejo como certas.
Falar que é preciso aceitar
que dói decidir frente ao olhar
não mentir para o outro que enxerga
e ser somente aquilo que acredita
Falar tudo o que preciso for
a decisão é dolorida mas precisa.

Valéria Barbosa

elacay@cruzadadomenor.org.br

Morta Vida; Viva Morte

Há gente que vive morta
Gente que se enterra viva
Viver ou morrer já não importa
Porque já morreu muito na vida

Mas todos morrem em vida
Muitos vivem morrendo de dor forte
Morrem com medo de viver a vida
Vivem com medo de viver a morte

Vida e morte são como um corte
Quando morre vê a vida sentida
Vida é nada mais que uma morte
E a morte não é nada menos que uma vida

Quem vive vendo a morte
Quando morre vê sua morta vida
E sente viva uma dor tão forte
Por ter morrido em plena vida

Durante a vida vem a morte
Depois da morte vem a vida
Quem dera um dia ter essa sorte
De viver sem morrer nenhuma vida.

Bárbara Brasileiro Leal www.barbarabela@curitiba.org.com.br Pr- Brasil

Morta Vida; Viva Morte

Há gente que vive morta
Gente que se enterra viva
Viver ou morrer já não importa
Porque já morreu muito na vida

Mas todos morrem em vida
Muitos vivem morrendo de dor forte
Morrem com medo de viver a vida
Vivem com medo de viver a morte

Vida e morte são como um corte
Quando morre vê a vida sentida
Vida é nada mais que uma morte
E a morte não é nada menos que uma vida

Quem vive vendo a morte
Quando morre vê sua morta vida
E sente viva uma dor tão forte
Por ter morrido em plena vida

Durante a vida vem a morte
Depois da morte vem a vida
Quem dera um dia ter essa sorte
De viver sem morrer nenhuma vida.

Bárbara Brasileiro Leal www.barbarabela@curitiba.org.com.br Pr- Brasil

Morta Vida; Viva Morte

Há gente que vive morta
Gente que se enterra viva
Viver ou morrer já não importa
Porque já morreu muito na vida

Mas todos morrem em vida
Muitos vivem morrendo de dor forte
Morrem com medo de viver a vida
Vivem com medo de viver a morte

Vida e morte são como um corte
Quando morre vê a vida sentida
Vida é nada mais que uma morte
E a morte não é nada menos que uma vida

Quem vive vendo a morte
Quando morre vê sua morta vida
E sente viva uma dor tão forte
Por ter morrido em plena vida

Durante a vida vem a morte
Depois da morte vem a vida
Quem dera um dia ter essa sorte
De viver sem morrer nenhuma vida.

Bárbara Brasileiro Leal www.barbarabela@curitiba.org.com.br Pr- Brasil

before the redwoods
before eden
before before

marty mikelberg, onewe@home.com usa

before the redwoods
before eden
before before

marty mikelberg, onewe@home.com,usa

before the redwoods
before eden
before before

marty mikelberg, onewe@home.com,usa

before the redwoods
before eden
before before

marty mikelberg, onewe@home.com,united states

Solidão...

Na mão um alçapão
que não possui atração
No coração uma emoção
que não tem perdão
Na fronte a Solidão
que não possui explicação...

Claudio Franco, clausrio@bol.com.br Brasil

one being
with billions of eyes
millions of years in age
learning
        evolving
toward the unity
consciousness
toward
         ONE LOVE

warren arcila lagringa@uslink.net turtle island

POEMA DA INTROSPECÇÃO

Cada vez que escrevo ensimesmo-me ainda mais:
mais ainda quando escrevo, 
mergulho num infinito limitado papel branco,
mas quando tento desencilhar-me de tal corrente,
ela puxa-me pela consciência e
não permite tal gozo de uma normalidade,
tão normal;

Indiferentemente, percebo que de algum modo não sou daqui,
sou de qualgum lugar, onde, 
os que para lá se vão: não retornam.
Permanecem imbuidos, mergulhados 
dentro de si mesmos,
num mundo tão interior, que eu mesmo desconheço.

A cada viagem que faço dentro de mim, 
deixo lá um pouco do que há aqui fora.
Doudo, louco acho-me por vezes.
Entretanto, nada é tão absoluto que 
não possa ser contestado. E quando contesto,
detesto que o resto expresso no sucesso, 
nada mais é que simples protesto.
Protestação de quão normalidade, trivialidade usual
ensimesmada.
Intraposta numa cadeia tão complexa e heterogênea
que não entendo o que quer, ela, dizer. 

MENDES DE SOUZA mendes_de_souza@bol.com.br

POEMA DA INTROSPECÇÃO

Cada vez que escrevo ensimesmo-me ainda mais:
mais ainda quando escrevo, 
mergulho num infinito limitado papel branco,
mas quando tento desencilhar-me de tal corrente,
ela puxa-me pela consciência e
não permite tal gozo de uma normalidade,
tão normal;

Indiferentemente, percebo que de algum modo não sou daqui,
sou de qualgum lugar, onde, 
os que para lá se vão: não retornam.
Permanecem imbuidos, mergulhados 
dentro de si mesmos,
num mundo tão interior, que eu mesmo desconheço.

A cada viagem que faço dentro de mim, 
deixo lá um pouco do que há aqui fora.
Doudo, louco acho-me por vezes.
Entretanto, nada é tão absoluto que 
não possa ser contestado. E quando contesto,
detesto que o resto expresso no sucesso, 
nada mais é que simples protesto.
Protestação de quão normalidade, trivialidade usual
ensimesmada.
Intraposta numa cadeia tão complexa e heterogênea
que não entendo o que quer, ela, dizer. 

MENDES DE SOUZA mendes_de_souza@bol.com.br

POEMA DA INTROSPECÇÃO

Cada vez que escrevo ensimesmo-me ainda mais:
mais ainda quando escrevo, 
mergulho num infinito limitado papel branco,
mas quando tento desencilhar-me de tal corrente,
ela puxa-me pela consciência e
não permite tal gozo de uma normalidade,
tão normal;

Indiferentemente, percebo que de algum modo não sou daqui,
sou de qualgum lugar, onde, 
os que para lá se vão: não retornam.
Permanecem imbuidos, mergulhados 
dentro de si mesmos,
num mundo tão interior, que eu mesmo desconheço.

A cada viagem que faço dentro de mim, 
deixo lá um pouco do que há aqui fora.
Doudo, louco acho-me por vezes.
Entretanto, nada é tão absoluto que 
não possa ser contestado. E quando contesto,
detesto que o resto expresso no sucesso, 
nada mais é que simples protesto.
Protestação de quão normalidade, trivialidade usual
ensimesmada.
Intraposta numa cadeia tão complexa e heterogênea
que não entendo o que quer, ela, dizer. 

MENDES DE SOUZA - mendes_de_souza@bol.com.br - pr/Brazil

3/19/2000

I once knew an alcoholic,
Even after 14 years 
He still craved his own death

Your love is my addiction
Even after 2 months I still crave it
and I will in 14 years.

Johnathan Tufts jtufts@awod.com USA

Because I am not perfect I am easy to mislead. In spite of what I know is wrong I make mistakes indeed. Sometimes I think I love the world to much to want to leave, it seems eternity awaits me and all that I believe. My free will is my problem, how easy it would be if God made all my decisions, and did the job for me. I walk along the paths of life sometimes with fear in my heart, for I know that the Lord above desides when I must part. Give me strength, and give me hope, give me the courage, and the tools to cope. Forgive those around me that caused so much pain, give them the tools that I have gained. Life as a child hasn't been easy for me, one look in my eyes and its plain to see. For I have overcome some really hard times yet the pain still remains in this soft heart of mine. Forget the names, forget the face, forget the kisses with no embrace. I must forgive those around me that broke my soft heart, I must realize that I played no part. As part of my faith I must forgive without dispare, for sometimes life is not always fair.

Lil1nonly4u@aol.com

+Because I am not perfect I am easy to mislead. In spite of what I know is wrong I make mistakes indeed. Sometimes I think I love the world to much to want to leave, it seems eternity awaits me and all that I believe. My free will is my problem, how easy it would be if God made all my decisions, and did the job for me. I walk along the paths of life sometimes with fear in my heart, for I know that the Lord above desides when I must part. Give me strength, and give me hope, give me the courage, and the tools to cope. Forgive those around me that caused so much pain, give them the tools that I have gained. Life as a child hasn't been easy for me, one look in my eyes and its plain to see. For I have overcome some really hard times yet the pain still remains in this soft heart of mine. Forget the names, forget the face, forget the kisses with no embrace. I must forgive those around me that broke my soft heart, I must realize that I played no part. As part of my faith I must forgive without dispare, for sometimes life is not always fair.

Lil1nonly4u@aol.com

la la la

la la la

so be it,be it so,it be so.

sonnysaenz@yahoo.com

                       J.J
 

  One day I took a pregnancy test.
I knew I was pregnant, finding out for sure was best.
At the doctor's office hearing a heartbeat,
I felt so happy to my head to my feet.
Seven more months I had to go,
Two months went by and at the fifth I started to show.
Troy and I had a sonogram done.
From the results we knew we were having a son.
I had a lot of trouble carrying him
But the feeling inside of me made all the pain dim.
They induced my labor and the pains began.
In this world came a boy that I knew one day would become a man.
 Troy named him Jarratt Jay Hicks.
Charlsa was three,Brittany was six.
We were so proud of little J.J..
"Mama" and "Daddy" were the first words he could say.
I'll never forget the precious time we had.
The reason I say "had" because to J.J. something happened bad.
Our house caught on fire, the kids I got out.
J.J. went back in and all I heard was "Mama" in a loud shout.
It was to late,he was died in flesh but spirually alive in Heaven.
I knew at that instant he was in heaven ,now on earth he won't have to stive.
J.J. will aways be in the familys heart
Even though sometimes mine feels like its being punctured by darts.
I just have to turn to Jesus Christ for relief.
Believe me,it's true ,He can ease the grief.
So for those who haven't met our savior,
Give your life to him and do your self a favor.
I know I've got to go on with my life,
I've got to be a mother and a wife.
Jarratt,Mama loves you so much.
I'll miss you a lot and i'll miss your sweet touch.
You'll always be in my heart every day.        
Remind me every night to pray.
So remain in Jesus' arms where you lay.
Mama,Daddy,and you sisters will be with you one day


      From:MAMA

Name Rachell Hicks Email address:raineybrittany@hotmail.com COUNTRY:united states/Texas/Deleon

                       J.J
 

  One day I took a pregnancy test.
I knew I was pregnant, finding out for sure was best.
At the doctor's office hearing a heartbeat,
I felt so happy to my head to my feet.
Seven more months I had to go,
Two months went by and at the fifth I started to show.
Troy and I had a sonogram done.
From the results we knew we were having a son.
I had a lot of trouble carrying him
But the feeling inside of me made all the pain dim.
They induced my labor and the pains began.
In this world came a boy that I knew one day would become a man.
 Troy named him Jarratt Jay Hicks.
Charlsa was three,Brittany was six.
We were so proud of little J.J..
"Mama" and "Daddy" were the first words he could say.
I'll never forget the precious time we had.
The reason I say "had" because to J.J. something happened bad.
Our house caught on fire, the kids I got out.
J.J. went back in and all I heard was "Mama" in a loud shout.
It was to late,he was died in flesh but spirually alive in Heaven.
I knew at that instant he was in heaven ,now on earth he won't have to stive.
J.J. will aways be in the familys heart
Even though sometimes mine feels like its being punctured by darts.
I just have to turn to Jesus Christ for relief.
Believe me,it's true ,He can ease the grief.
So for those who haven't met our savior,
Give your life to him and do your self a favor.
I know I've got to go on with my life,
I've got to be a mother and a wife.
Jarratt,Mama loves you so much.
I'll miss you a lot and i'll miss your sweet touch.
You'll always be in my heart every day.        
Remind me every night to pray.
So remain in Jesus' arms where you lay.
Mama,Daddy,and you sisters will be with you one day


      From:MAMA

Name Rachell Hicks Email address:raineybrittany@hotmail.com COUNTRY:united states/Texas/Deleon

Effigies of a burnt out corpse
The seeds I once reeped with no remorse
The confusion of life, with all circles in motion
Here I stand!
And on the stand of time lies the head of queen
Mouth open and eyes shut 

Grand Cuisine Lestel@Bilborough.ac.uk England

Effigies of a burnt out corpse
The seeds I once reeped with no remorse
The confusion of life, with all circles in motion
Here I stand!
And on the stand of time lies the head of queen
Mouth open and eyes shut 

Grand Cuisine Lestel@Bilborough.ac.uk England

There is a sadness behind these eyes
The light from my laughter isn't as bright

Amanda, texi55@hotmail.com, usa

There is a sadness behind these eyes
The light from my laughter isn't as bright

Amanda, texi55@hotmail.com, usa

AMOR EM ORBITA

Não consigo tirar
Você do meu pensamento
Lembranças lindas que 
Fazem de mim um escravo
Do seu amor  
que ancila o meu coração
De tudo um pedaço foi ao espaço
Onde não tem volta ficando em 
Orbita ... 

Deixa eu te querer
Deixa eu te querer
Não posso ficar mais
A sofrer 
Tanto é  assim que
Fico perdido sem sentido
Sem dormir , sem sorrir

Não consigo tirar você
Do meu pensamento 
Penso em você todo
Momento

Se fecho os olhos 
Te vejo
Se for dormir eu sonho
Contigo
Se ligo o radio  escuto
Nossa música
Lágrimas vão aos  meus olhos
No ritmo do castigo que castiga
O meu coração
E nosso amor ficando em 
Orbita perdido sem direção...

Meu nome é Ricardo Abbehusen Alves Salvador-Bahia-Brasil E-mail: rickabbehusen@bol.com.br

AMOR EM ORBITA

Não consigo tirar
Você do meu pensamento
Lembranças lindas que 
Fazem de mim um escravo
Do seu amor  
que ancila o meu coração
De tudo um pedaço foi ao espaço
Onde não tem volta ficando em 
Orbita ... 

Deixa eu te querer
Deixa eu te querer
Não posso ficar mais
A sofrer 
Tanto é  assim que
Fico perdido sem sentido
Sem dormir , sem sorrir

Não consigo tirar você
Do meu pensamento 
Penso em você todo
Momento

Se fecho os olhos 
Te vejo
Se for dormir eu sonho
Contigo
Se ligo o radio  escuto
Nossa música
Lágrimas vão aos  meus olhos
No ritmo do castigo que castiga
O meu coração
E nosso amor ficando em 
Orbita perdido sem direção...

Meu nome é Ricardo Abbehusen Alves Brasil E-mail: rickabbehusen@bol.com.br

AMOR EM ORBITA

Não consigo tirar
Você do meu pensamento
Lembranças lindas que 
Fazem de mim um escravo
Do seu amor  
que ancila o meu coração
De tudo um pedaço foi ao espaço
Onde não tem volta ficando em 
Orbita ... 

Deixa eu te querer
Deixa eu te querer
Não posso ficar mais
A sofrer 
Tanto é  assim que
Fico perdido sem sentido
Sem dormir , sem sorrir

Não consigo tirar você
Do meu pensamento 
Penso em você todo
Momento

Se fecho os olhos 
Te vejo
Se for dormir eu sonho
Contigo
Se ligo o radio  escuto
Nossa música
Lágrimas vão aos  meus olhos
No ritmo do castigo que castiga
O meu coração
E nosso amor ficando em 
Orbita perdido sem direção...

Ricardo Abbehusen Alves,Brasil E-mail: rickabbehusen@bol.com.br

AMOR EM ORBITA
f
Não consigo tirar
Você do meu pensamento
Lembranças lindas que 
Fazem de mim um escravo
Do seu amor  
que ancila o meu coração
De tudo um pedaço foi ao espaço
Onde não tem volta ficando em 
Orbita ... 

Deixa eu te querer
Deixa eu te querer
Não posso ficar mais
A sofrer 
Tanto é  assim que
Fico perdido sem sentido
Sem dormir , sem sorrir

Não consigo tirar você
Do meu pensamento 
Penso em você todo
Momento

Se fecho os olhos 
Te vejo
Se for dormir eu sonho
Contigo
Se ligo o radio  escuto
Nossa música
Lágrimas vão aos  meus olhos
No ritmo do castigo que castiga
O meu coração
E nosso amor ficando em 
Orbita perdido sem direção...

Ricardo Abbehusen Alves,Brasil E-mail: rickabbehusen@bol.com.br

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Ricardo Abbehusen Alves,Brasil E-mail: rickabbehusen@bol.com.br

Descoberta

Enfim te encontrei
no canteiro do mundo achei minha flor
espetada no palheiro estava 
aquela agulha que costura todos meus pedaços

Agulha que  me cerze, emenda e remenda
que me torna  completo
Me sinto assim
como praia no deserto.
Sorrisos sem fim
palhaço de circo
revelando para mim
que finalmente existo.

Nidia Santana Caldas nidia@sebrae.com.br Brasil

Descoberta

Enfim te encontrei
no canteiro do mundo achei minha flor
espetada no palheiro estava 
aquela agulha que costura todos meus pedaços

Agulha que  me cerze, emenda e remenda
que me torna  completo
Me sinto assim
como praia no deserto.
Sorrisos sem fim
palhaço de circo
revelando para mim
que finalmente existo.

Nidia Santana Caldas nidia@sebrae.com.br Brasil

Descoberta
              Nídia Caldas
Enfim te encontrei
no canteiro do mundo achei minha flor
espetada no palheiro estava 
aquela agulha que costura todos meus pedaços

Agulha que  me cerze, emenda e remenda
que me torna  completo
Me sinto assim
como praia no deserto.
Sorrisos sem fim
palhaço de circo
revelando para mim
que finalmente existo.

nidia@sebrae.com.br

Sou bicho acuado 
Igual a besouro 
rondando lâmpada 
eu caio.

Fernando de Paiva Martins aabrigo@zipmail.com.br - Juiz de Fora- MG

Sou bicho acuado 
Igual a besouro 
rondando lâmpada 
eu caio.

Fernando de Paiva Martins aabrigo@zipmail.com.br - Juiz de Fora- MG

a human is 
as was intended
a living paradox of nature
it wants to live
yet craves distruction
loves what it has
but doesnt show appreciation
it hates the wicked
yet draws to evil
gets rid of the hated
then wants it back
it sins continuously
with guilt every time
but does not stop
it gets its most wanted possetion
and wants its most hated instead
it does things
that in its heart are abhorred
in the present it sees only the bad
in the past only the great
and rarely looks to the future
so what can we make
of this ultimate paradox
that views the world
in both love and in hate?

uly, kluelessme@yahoo, USA

a human is 
as was intended
a living paradox of nature
it wants to live
yet craves distruction
loves what it has
but doesnt show appreciation
it hates the wicked
yet draws to evil
gets rid of the hated
then wants it back
it sins continuously
with guilt every time
but does not stop
it gets its most wanted possetion
and wants its most hated instead
it does things
that in its heart are abhorred
in the present it sees only the bad
in the past only the great
and rarely looks to the future
so what can we make
of this ultimate paradox
that views the world
in both love and in hate?

uly, kluelessme@yahoo, USA

                 Anjo

Resolvi me aventurar
Fixar os meus nos seus olhos
Perdi-me no teu olhar
E nele encontrei meus sonhos

Esses olhos cristalinos!
São falsos eu sei
Me deu outros rumos, outros caminhos
Que nunca antes aavistei

Sei que é outra que te beija
Outros braços que te abraçam
Mas você não sabe que sou eu que te desejo
Eu que com um único olhar meu lhe faço

Olho-te com um olhar apaixonado
Deves suspeitar que em ti penso
Ficas timído e envergonhado
Mas não sabes que ao sentar-se ao meu lado sou eu que estremeço.

Juliana Valverde Teles Julie0@zipmail.com.br Brasil

                 Anjo

Resolvi me aventurar
Fixar os meus nos seus olhos
Perdi-me no teu olhar
E nele encontrei meus sonhos

Esses olhos cristalinos!
São falsos eu sei
Me deu outros rumos, outros caminhos
Que nunca antes aavistei

Sei que é outra que te beija
Outros braços que te abraçam
Mas você não sabe que sou eu que te desejo
Eu que com um único olhar meu lhe faço

Olho-te com um olhar apaixonado
Deves suspeitar que em ti penso
Ficas timído e envergonhado
Mas não sabes que ao sentar-se ao meu lado sou eu que estremeço.

Juliana Valverde Teles Julie0@zipmail.com.br Brasil

                 Anjo

Resolvi me aventurar
Fixar os meus nos seus olhos
Perdi-me no teu olhar
E nele encontrei meus sonhos

Esses olhos cristalinos!
São falsos eu sei
Me deu outros rumos, outros caminhos
Que nunca antes aavistei

Sei que é outra que te beija
Outros braços que te abraçam
Mas você não sabe que sou eu que te desejo
Eu que com um único olhar meu lhe faço

Olho-te com um olhar apaixonado
Deves suspeitar que em ti penso
Ficas timído e envergonhado
Mas não sabes que ao sentar-se ao meu lado sou eu que estremeço.

Juliana Valverde Teles Julie0@zipmail.com.br Brasil

Six strings that give me strength,
Six strings that say what I feel,
Six strings that bring notes to life,
Six strings let me know its real.

Patrica Boletto thumpin@hotmail.com USA

Six strings that give me strength,
Six strings that say what I feel,
Six strings that bring notes to life,
Six strings let me know its real.

Patrica Boletto thumpin@hotmail.com USA

With the return of hope, 
a spark of life:
To be a child once again
for all of one's life.


Na volta da esperança,
um principio de vida:
ser outra vez criança
por toda, toda a vida.

Alessandra Ximenes Brazil aleximenes@aol.com

With the return of hope, 
a spark of life:
To be a child once again
for all of one's life.


Na volta da esperança,
um principio de vida:
ser outra vez criança
por toda, toda a vida.

Alessandra Ximenes Brazil aleximenes@aol.com

With the return of hope, 
a spark of life:
To be a child once again
for all of one's life.


Na volta da esperança,
um principio de vida:
ser outra vez criança
por toda, toda a vida.

Alessandra Ximenes Brazil aleximenes@aol.com

Sapeca

A meiguice do teu sorriso
cativante, radiante lua!
resplandece um rio de sonhos
sonhos estes acalentados
por um coração apaixonado...

Te conhecer foi o maior destes sonhos
(sonhos dos quais jamais imaginei sonhar!)
Tua pele, alva como a bruma
é a viva prova da existência de Deus

Saibas que teu olhar 
penetra minha´lma
de tal forma que ilumina meu espírito
trazendo à tona
os sentimentos mais puros do meu ser

És o arco-íris que surge de repente
dispersando as nuvens do meu pensar
tu és um brilhante no céu, estrela cadente
a meus desejos e anseios prenunciar...

Quero, ó musa amada!
sugar o néctar dos teus lábios
doce sabor que jamais esquecerei...
Quero descobrir, por trás do teu jeito
de criança sapeca
a musa com a qual sonho toda noite

Tua presença celestial me embriaga
de amor, alegria, paixão
Sentimento oculto, agora revelado:
Eu te amo meu anjo adorado!


Anderson  Santos 
Poema dedicado a uma certa sapeca de nome Karen, pela qual me apaixonei perdidamente desde o primeiro momento em que a vi...

Anderson Silveira dos Santos, asantos82@bol.com.br Uruguaiana, RS - Brasil

Sapeca

A meiguice do teu sorriso
cativante, radiante lua!
resplandece um rio de sonhos
sonhos estes acalentados
por um coração apaixonado...

Te conhecer foi o maior destes sonhos
(sonhos dos quais jamais imaginei sonhar!)
Tua pele, alva como a bruma
é a viva prova da existência de Deus

Saibas que teu olhar 
penetra minha´lma
de tal forma que ilumina meu espírito
trazendo à tona
os sentimentos mais puros do meu ser

És o arco-íris que surge de repente
dispersando as nuvens do meu pensar
tu és um brilhante no céu, estrela cadente
a meus desejos e anseios prenunciar...

Quero, ó musa amada!
sugar o néctar dos teus lábios
doce sabor que jamais esquecerei...
Quero descobrir, por trás do teu jeito
de criança sapeca
a musa com a qual sonho toda noite

Tua presença celestial me embriaga
de amor, alegria, paixão
Sentimento oculto, agora revelado:
Eu te amo meu anjo adorado!


Anderson  Santos 
Poema dedicado a uma certa sapeca de nome Karen, pela qual me apaixonei perdidamente desde o primeiro momento em que a vi...

Anderson Silveira dos Santos, asantos82@bol.com.br Uruguaiana, RS - Brasil

Sapeca

A meiguice do teu sorriso
cativante, radiante lua!
resplandece um rio de sonhos
sonhos estes acalentados
por um coração apaixonado...

Te conhecer foi o maior destes sonhos
(sonhos dos quais jamais imaginei sonhar!)
Tua pele, alva como a bruma
é a viva prova da existência de Deus

Saibas que teu olhar 
penetra minha´lma
de tal forma que ilumina meu espírito
trazendo à tona
os sentimentos mais puros do meu ser

És o arco-íris que surge de repente
dispersando as nuvens do meu pensar
tu és um brilhante no céu, estrela cadente
a meus desejos e anseios prenunciar...

Quero, ó musa amada!
sugar o néctar dos teus lábios
doce sabor que jamais esquecerei...
Quero descobrir, por trás do teu jeito
de criança sapeca
a musa com a qual sonho toda noite

Tua presença celestial me embriaga
de amor, alegria, paixão
Sentimento oculto, agora revelado:
Eu te amo meu anjo adorado!


Anderson  Santos 
Poema dedicado a uma certa sapeca de nome Karen, pela qual me apaixonei perdidamente desde o primeiro momento em que a vi...

Anderson Silveira dos Santos, asantos82@bol.com.br Uruguaiana, RS - Brasil

Neste momento 
Queria ter você
Minha vida tá um tormento 
E não sei o que fazer

Acho que não vou conseguir dormir
Esta noite eu quero você
Esta noite perciso ter você
Eu preciso viver

Estou a ponto de enlouquecer
De tanta saudade
Já não controlo
A ansiedade

Meu Amor
Até você eu irei
E mesmo com dor
Jamais te deixarei



Um poema de Joana Paula Mares para A.B.G.M. (CAMPINAS)

Joana Paula Mares j.mares@bol.com.br Brasil_Campinas

Neste momento 
Queria ter você
Minha vida tá um tormento 
E não sei o que fazer

Acho que não vou conseguir dormir
Esta noite eu quero você
Esta noite perciso ter você
Eu preciso viver

Estou a ponto de enlouquecer
De tanta saudade
Já não controlo
A ansiedade

Meu Amor
Até você eu irei
E mesmo com dor
Jamais te deixarei



Um poema de Joana Paula Mares para A.B.G.M. (CAMPINAS)

Joana Paula Mares j.mares@bol.com.br Brasil_Campinas

Acabou-se,
Findou-se tudo,
Morreu a sonora poesia
Já não há mais harmonia
Calaram o canto da cotovia
Emudeceram o sabiá
Aos domingos não há mais alegria
O passaredo não faz mais sinfonia
Os músicos não estão mais lá
A Orquestra Filarmônica da Cidade do RJ
Está vazia.
Ah minha cidade querida
Sua vida ficou mais triste
Sua música mais pobre
A Sala Cecília Meireles ficou muda
Vítima de um ocaso cultural, 
Pois dos órfãos instrumentos da Orquestra 
Saem mais acordes, 
Chora meu Teatro Municipal...
Meu coração está de luto
Mataram a sonora poesia
Vergonha nacional!

Em protesto contra a provável extinção da Orquestra Filarmônica da Cidade do RJ por falta de grana e do descaso das nossas autoridades(Governador e Prefeito)
PROTESTE VOCÊ TAMBÉM!

Edgar Santos happy_ly@hotmail.com Brazil

Acabou-se,
Findou-se tudo,
Morreu a sonora poesia
Já não há mais harmonia
Calaram o canto da cotovia
Emudeceram o sabiá
Aos domingos não há mais alegria
O passaredo não faz mais sinfonia
Os músicos não estão mais lá
A Orquestra Filarmônica da Cidade do RJ
Está vazia.
Ah minha cidade querida
Sua vida ficou mais triste
Sua música mais pobre
A Sala Cecília Meireles ficou muda
Vítima de um ocaso cultural, 
Pois dos órfãos instrumentos da Orquestra 
Saem mais acordes, 
Chora meu Teatro Municipal...
Meu coração está de luto
Mataram a sonora poesia
Vergonha nacional!

Em protesto contra a provável extinção da Orquestra Filarmônica da Cidade do RJ por falta de grana e do descaso das nossas autoridades(Governador e Prefeito)
PROTESTE VOCÊ TAMBÉM!

Edgar Santos,happy_ly@hotmail.com and Brazil

Acabou-se,
Findou-se tudo,
Morreu a sonora poesia
Já não há mais harmonia
Calaram o canto da cotovia
Emudeceram o sabiá
Aos domingos não há mais alegria
O passaredo não faz mais sinfonia
Os músicos não estão mais lá
A Orquestra Filarmônica da Cidade do RJ
Está vazia.
Ah minha cidade querida
Sua vida ficou mais triste
Sua música mais pobre
A Sala Cecília Meireles ficou muda
Vítima de um ocaso cultural, 
Pois dos órfãos instrumentos da Orquestra 
Saem mais acordes, 
Chora meu Teatro Municipal...
Meu coração está de luto
Mataram a sonora poesia
Vergonha nacional!

Em protesto contra a provável extinção da Orquestra Filarmônica da Cidade do RJ por falta de grana e do descaso das nossas autoridades(Governador e Prefeito)
PROTESTE VOCÊ TAMBÉM!

Edgar Santos happy_ly@hotmail.com Brazil

you,you are delacate you are true, you blow my mind like a ravan in the sky, you are my baby so handsome so pure.seeing you would be perfect cause you are you.

melissa,melissa098@yourtoolkit.com,illinois

you,you are delacate you are true, you blow my mind like a ravan in the sky, you are my baby so handsome so pure.seeing you would be perfect cause you are you.

melissa,melissa098@yourtoolkit.com,illinois

Felicidade

Ela chamou meu nome e pediu
Pediu-me atenção, carinho
Me falou bem baixinho que
Precisava ir embora, e
Sem meu consentimento ela fugiu.
Percebi assim que ninguém mais me viu
E enfim, uma lágrima rolou.
E o meu peito se escureceu
O meu corpo tremeu, e, lá no 
fundo eu quis sumir do mundo
Eu quis rir, pois isso tudo causa-me 
dor, mas também vontade de
um grande amor que só me iludiu
E partiu levando consigo a felicidade,
Que há algum tempo atrás estava ao meu lado!
Vou fazer uma viagem. Essa, será em meu coração, 
Vou reencontrar meu amado,
E repetir pra ele minha canção. 
Pois o amor me ilude, constrange e agrada, 
Mas a felicidade foi largada em algum
lugar que eu não mais encontrei,
Pois me concentrei no perdão, que a 
mim não foi concedido pela única pessoa 
Que amei!

Brunna Aguila Pinhal, Brasil brunnapinhal@bol.com.br

The British stood side by side staying still, they overloked the Americnas who held their riffels ready to kill. All men stood on Bunker Hill for it was the first revolution and they were all deterimined to make the next solution. The Americans knew the British were not easy to deafet, so their plane must work out nice and neat. But sadly they soon found the maericans badly beat. The British yelled in their deafet as the Americans knelt down in detreat. Over a thousand British me were lost, this battle would surly cost. On June 17, 1775, Peter Salem, a man that was black, preformed an enormus attack. That day he killed Major Johm Patcraim who was the leaders head, little did the british know, he'd di instead.
Two hill's Bunker and Breed's, were all in needs as the battl ewas fought between these tow grassy seas. The fighting went on line wild bees, the British had no attemp to surrender on their knees. For that the americans knew they gave a good fight, making a promis to go as far as the moons dark light, they will one day, win their victory rite.

Lee/13/f/Pa

his hair is like coffie with 3 drops of cream .his eyes are as green as a carm flowing stream  his voice is so soothing words i long to hear i still hear his wispers soft in my ear his gental persuation his promissing smyle i take pleasure in  knowing hell always be  mine

mufdvr@z free new zealand

if this world is wearing thin and your thinking of escape ill go any were with you ill do what ever it takes but if you try to go alone i dont  think  youll  understand 

if this world is wearing thin and your thinking of escape ill go any were with you ill do what ever it takes but if you try to go alone i dont  think  youll  understand 

Quando boto na mala tristeza tamanha de sonhos frustrados,
Percebo no canto e percebo na fala um tom desolado.
Choro que vem sem dores menores, e permanece no peito ainda sonhos maiores.
Partida de prazeres que se mudam como a Lua, impossibilita a mente de tirar lembranças suas.
De maneira coibida com ar de solidão, jurando a inercia sem dar-lhe perdão.
Nas palavras fúteis que vem num momento, esquecendo a serenidade do amor, da paixão e do tormento.
Saudades que estrangulam a face de beleza tamanha, com o ar da graça que vem com a manha, que se apaga, que se acende, que se apaga, que se acende.
Permaneça sem ruptura, para que não arrebata todos os meus sonhos numa sepultura.
Pois a morte da alma é a morte dos sonhos, que se rejuvenescem com a vida numa nova paixão, que é nova paixão, que é nova paixão... .

Cássius Silva das Neves, cassius.neves@zipmail.com.br Brazil

No more,
I don't desserve it!

Maria Cristina da Silva, mcsilva@iconet.com.br Brasil

Alexandre

Como é bom

Ah...natureza,
como é bom poder
sentir o vento em
minha cara,
Ah...natureza,
como é bom poder
ver as estrelas
que revelam a sua 
beleza todas as noites,
Ah...natureza,
como é bom poder
mergulhar em mares
como só os seus,
Ah...natureza 
como é bom poder
ter você aqui
pois você é muito 
importante!   

Bárbara babi_muller@yahoo.com.br

FUTURE
The near future is coming
and remote future is coming too.
And we are goig to it 
like a Mister Magoo...

sergio póvoa ssarj@agricultura.gov.br

Happy 15th Anniversary Doug and Judy

I am living in LONDON.
And i love you. I am living in london. 

A Mind At Work

Sunlight filtering into the room
sitting as I do each day
nothing more important 
than inflating my mind
The need is so great 
that nothing will 
I give a thought
The phone rings
I turn off the sound
Knocks on the door
go unanswered
Click, Click, Click
On it goes 
the eternal seeking
of knowledge
Pulsing, Pulsing, Pulsing
Head and hands 
can not keep up
The day of modern
technological advances
More to learn
in a day
than in months
Click, Click, Click
And so it goes on
a never ending feat
Exposure, Exposure, Exposure

Brenda Glass B.J.Glass@worldnet.att.net U.S.A.

A Mind At Work

Sunlight filtering into the room
sitting as I do each day
nothing more important 
than inflating my mind
The need is so great 
that nothing will 
I give a thought
The phone rings
I turn off the sound
Knocks on the door
go unanswered
Click, Click, Click
On it goes 
the eternal seeking
of knowledge
Pulsing, Pulsing, Pulsing
Head and hands 
can not keep up
The day of modern
technological advances
More to learn
in a day
than in months
Click, Click, Click
And so it goes on
a never ending feat
Exposure, Exposure, Exposure

Brenda Glass B.J.Glass@worldnet.att.net U.S.A.

I need tdo write a poem about the terrorist attack Tuesday September 11, 2001

Jessie superwoman_552002@yahoo.com, U.S.A

thank you for everythinh you do.where would i been without you. you comfort me by holding me in your arms, and whispering in my ear.

cristen slate@mindspring.com usa

SOLidão

s OU
s IMPLESMENTE
s Ó
s OZINHO no
s OL na
s OLIDÃO
s OLIDÁRIO ao
s OL.

jOSÉ c@RLOS v@Z

jOSÉ cARLOS vAZ - j.c.vaz@bol.com.br

Amor, paixão, entendimento... sempre combinam em qualquer idioma. Mas a vocês eu deixo ó som de uma palavra sem igual do meu idioma ... SAUDADE.

Vanessa Patricio, vspo@ig.com.br , Brazil.

it what just a matter a time i new da shit was near ,but i didnt expect to wake up & muther fuckn be here . awoke by screams & yell da smell of stinch & slaughter. da smell was thick like smoke , people gasping for air like fish out of water. babies laid dead so i thought of my own child started going buckwild yelling with frustration out loud
what have we done now god please dont let this be true thinking this is a nightmare & everythings gonna be alright when its through lord is this your revelation tell me it isnt so how da hell we got so stupid & let ignorance take control? all was quit no answer the world stood at silence looking around all i could see was the remains of ultra violence.

david basterrechea/ deemohndogg@yahoo.com/ us

Her smooth touch,
Soft as the snow,
Hit me hard,
Hard as the winds blow,
Tears came falling,
Fast as lightning,
hit the ground,
like the lost but not found.

Elly Henry, E_Henry69@hotmail.com

Você não é mais a cocaina que me dá poder
Nem a morfina que me dá prazer
Você não é mais a droga que me exalta e me acalma
Mas você ainda é minh'alma...

Obs.: do poema escrito por mim p/ meu marido que morreu

Tânia Moreira, www.taniamoreira@hotmail.com, Brasil.

Você não é mais a cocaina que me dá poder
Nem a morfina que me dá prazer
Você não é mais a droga que me exalta e me acalma
Mas você ainda é minh'alma...

Obs.: do poema escrito por mim p/ meu marido que morreu

Tânia Moreira, www.taniamoreira@hotmail.com Brasil.

Você não é mais a cocaina que me dá poder
Nem a morfina que me dá prazer
Você não é mais a droga que me exalta e me acalma
Mas você ainda é minh'alma...

www.taniamoreira@hotmail.com Brasil.

Você não é mais a cocaina que me dá poder
Nem a morfina que me dá prazer
Você não é mais a droga que me exalta e me acalma
Mas você ainda é minh'alma...

Tania Moreira Teixeira www.taniamoreira@hotmail.com Brasil

Você não é mais a cocaina que me dá poder
Nem a morfina que me dá prazer
Você não é mais a droga que me exalta e me acalma
Mas você ainda é minh'alma...

Tania Moreira Teixeira www.taniamoreira@hotmail.com Brasil

o que eu não daria para poder sentir seus doces lábios adoçando minha língua. 
o que qu não daria para sentir seu suspiro e seu toque viajando pelo meu corpo como uma pequenina brisa marítima arrepiando minha pele.
o que eu não daria para poder ouvir sua voz dizendo meu nome e acalmando meus sentidos.
o que eu não daria para estar em seu olhar e saber que sou eu que seu corpo procura quando quer amar.
porém acho que não sou capaz de dar nada, pois tudo que tenho é meu amor por você  

fernanda, fernanda@night.zip.net, Brasil

o que eu não daria para poder sentir seus doces lábios adoçando minha língua. 
o que qu não daria para sentir seu suspiro e seu toque viajando pelo meu corpo como uma pequenina brisa marítima arrepiando minha pele.
o que eu não daria para poder ouvir sua voz dizendo meu nome e acalmando meus sentidos.
o que eu não daria para estar em seu olhar e saber que sou eu que seu corpo procura quando quer amar.
porém acho que não sou capaz de dar nada, pois tudo que tenho é meu amor por você  

fernanda, fernanda@night.zip.net, Brasil

o que eu não daria para poder sentir seus doces lábios adoçando minha língua. 
o que qu não daria para sentir seu suspiro e seu toque viajando pelo meu corpo como uma pequenina brisa marítima arrepiando minha pele.
o que eu não daria para poder ouvir sua voz dizendo meu nome e acalmando meus sentidos.
o que eu não daria para estar em seu olhar e saber que sou eu que seu corpo procura quando quer amar.
porém acho que não sou capaz de dar nada, pois tudo que tenho é meu amor por você  

fernanda/ fernanda@night.zip.net/ Brasil

o que eu não daria para poder sentir seus doces lábios adoçando minha língua. 
o que qu não daria para sentir seu suspiro e seu toque viajando pelo meu corpo como uma pequenina brisa marítima arrepiando minha pele.
o que eu não daria para poder ouvir sua voz dizendo meu nome e acalmando meus sentidos.
o que eu não daria para estar em seu olhar e saber que sou eu que seu corpo procura quando quer amar.
porém acho que não sou capaz de dar nada, pois tudo que tenho é meu amor por você  

fernanda/ fernanda@night.zip.net/ Brasil

Me permita 

Me permita cair
em sua vida 
Como chuva que sei
que cai emmm seu jardim 
Como muitas vezes cai 
cai em seu sorriso 
e em seu olhar
Mais não me permita 
em de perde
Só me permita eu 
em te amar 
ass:Fernando Cesar dos Santos

www.eduarto.axl.@bol.com .br Brasil

Emocóes bilhetes e batona!
Dentro da bolsa colorida
Que por si propria e memso acida
Acido novo e minha vida...

espelho foto telefone 
Perfumando um pouco a doce vida
Em noites turvas em mar de alcool
Dentro da bolsa colorida

Perfume, agenda,preservativo

Hoje não consigo ler Dante.
Talvez conseguisse Machado de Assis ...
Amores impossíveis 
Esperas intermináveis
Ausencia que não adianta
Solidão que dói.
Hoje estou estática
Pensamento fixo num olhar
que sorri para outro alguém...

babeebr@yahoo.com.br Brasil

Hoje não consigo ler Dante.
Talvez conseguisse Machado de Assis ...
Amores impossíveis 
Esperas intermináveis
Ausencia que não adianta
Solidão que dói.
Hoje estou estática
Pensamento fixo num olhar
que sorri para outro alguém...

Bárbara Júlia babeebr@yahoo.com.br Brasil

What its like to like you
I like you yesterday i like you today
But when are you going to like me i waited toay for you
I waited yesterday for you 
One day I just cant wait I have to give up on you
You the one i love and forget the one you , you who just want to be friends and all i want is to be more more to love and to concor I love you i had to tell you the truth and i hope you fell the same way ******* and you know who you are because its me the one that loves you

coolblue1011

I fell in love with you.
But you hurt me so bad.
I cried at night without you.
My heart doesn't want to beat without you.
Please hurry back to me.

Liza pbhottkiss69@aol.com United States

I fell in love with you.
But you hurt me so bad.
I cried at night without you.
My heart doesn't want to beat without you.
Please hurry back to me.

Liza pbhottkiss69@aol.com United States

E foi então que compreendi a solidão do homem,
inerte diante dos desígnios desconhecidos,
arrogante e miserável
ao longo dos poucos dias de sua vida. 
E foi então que vislumbrei o non sense 
de todas as crenças, de todos os dogmas, de todas as drogas. 

Campos, Itaney. Itaney@uol.com.br. Brazil

Guess who!!!

Today Is V-Day, 
The day I tell someone,
The feelings I have for him.
Today Is V-Day,
The day it all begins,
Maybe a life with me and him.
That’s what I’m hoping for.
Today is V-Day,
The day I tell you,
I want to give you and I,
A shot at u!
Today is V-Day
The day I tell you,
I want to know you more,
I want to see you again.
Today is V-Day,
The day I tell you,
What I really feel for you. 
Who I really am.
Today is V-day,
The day you let me know
How you really feel for me…
Do you want to be with me?
Today is V-Day,
Were shall I begin?
By telling you how I feel?
Today is V-day,
What can I say?
Cupid shot mw with 
One if his arrows!
Know I look at you,
Form a different light!
Today Is V-Day,
And now its time to,
Guess who!
By: Sarah Davis

Sarah Davis S1E9D86@aol.com IL

It smells like sun-tan lotion
mixed in the chlorine
It sounds like kids splashing in the pool and birds chirping.If i listen closely i hear the waves chopping.
It tastes like barbeque and coke
It feels like the sand between my toes and the water in my face.
I see beach balls and jet skiis and boats

Kristen Fontenot i_love_you@anfmail.com United States

It smells like sun-tan lotion
mixed in the chlorine
It sounds like kids splashing in the pool and birds chirping.If i listen closely i hear the waves chopping.
It tastes like barbeque and coke
It feels like the sand between my toes and the water in my face.
I see beach balls and jet skiis and boats

Kristen Fontenot i_love_you@anfmail.com United States

It smells like sun-tan lotion
mixed in the chlorine
It sounds like kids splashing in the pool and birds chirping.If i listen closely i hear the waves chopping.
It tastes like barbeque and coke
It feels like the sand between my toes and the water in my face.
I see beach balls and jet skiis and boats

Kristen Fontenot i_love_you@anfmail.com United States

I don't want to learn how to dance, I want to spend time dancing with you.

I don't want to learn how to sail, I want to spend time sailing wiht you.

I don't want to read a new novel, I want to read a new novel and discuss it with you.

I don't want to see a new movie, I want to experience a new movie with you.

I don't care how far we drive or where we go, only that you sit with me while we do it.

Jeff Griggs, Jeffabl@aol.com, USA

I don't want to learn how to dance, I want to spend time dancing with you.

I don't want to learn how to sail, I want to spend time sailing with you.

I don't want to read a new novel, I want to read a new novel and discuss it with you.

I don't want to see a new movie, I want to experience a new movie with you.

I don't care how far we drive or where we go, only that you sit with me while we do it.

Jeff Griggs, Jeffabl@aol.com, USA

I love him

you are there
and i am here
we are seperate 
but we or not desperate
you are my love and
i hope i am your dove

Victoria/ MA620@.com/NEW York

Unlike a spider, I'm destroying the web.
You know why, don't you?
Cause WWW mean in my world worldwide war= www.chaos.disgov.hell
Visite my site and dive into Atlanctic Heart

Victm of War

Unlike a spider, I'm destroying the web.
You know why, don't you?
Cause WWW mean in my world worldwide war= www.chaos.disgov.hell
Visite my site and dive into Atlanctic Heart

Victm of Greed, Aldebarã

There's something about you that I like a lot.
Something that no one will understand, because it comes from my heart. I have a feeling knowing that meeting him was a blessing. 

Julianne,LilSweetie0315@aol.com,USA

There's something about you that I like a lot.
Something that no one will understand, because it comes from my heart. I have a feeling knowing that meeting him was a blessing. 

Julianne,LilSweetie0315@aol.com,USA

There's something about you that I like a lot.
Something that no one will understand, because it comes from my heart. I have a feeling knowing that meeting him was a blessing. 

Julianne Nenciarini,LilSweetie0315@aol.com USA

There's something about you that I like a lot.
Something that no one will understand, because it comes from my heart. I have a feeling knowing that meeting him was a blessing. 

Julianne Nenciarini,LilSweetie0315@aol.com USA

There's something about you that I like a lot.
Something that no one will understand, because it comes from my heart. I have a feeling knowing that meeting him was a blessing. 

LilSweetie0315@aol.com

hell

From the beginning of time,
created and limited by God
does the sea hold history.
Tales of Pirates, sunken ships
undiscovered land beneath her surface
does the sea hold mystery.

Issac Keziah-USA email: issacsoccer@aol.com

i love you so
you broke my heart
i hate you now

Amber Coolchick355@aol.com USA

death, blood, hate, violence

As a child life is so simple. Life is carefree. There are no worries, no responsiblities

nikki, niQ217@msn.com, usa

I luv u
i don't know how to tell you but i wanna kiss you
when i look into your eyes i get a weird feeling inside

Brianne gvsblonderebel@aol.com USA

I luv u
i don't know how to tell you but i wanna kiss you
when i look into your eyes i get a weird feeling inside

Brianne, gvsblonderebel@aol.com,USA

Can

Life is like a can.
If you dont open it you will never, never know what you are 
going to get out of it.
You might say "cans have labels"
Yes this is true.
But!
Who can label somthing with out tasting it and feeling it.
So open up your can, open up your life.
Feel the iner peace of the light outside of the can.
And become not a label but your own self.

Stephen Confused6281@cs.com USA

Can

Life is like a can.
If you dont open it you will never, never know what you are 
going to get out of it.
You might say "cans have labels"
Yes this is true.
But!
Who can label somthing with out tasting it and feeling it.
So open up your can, open up your life.
Feel the iner peace of the light outside of the can.
And become not a label but your own self.

Stephen Confused6281@cs.com USA

Dare
no acohol
no drugs
cool
safe way to live

Jamie, LiLAngel2422@aol.com, United States

4 letters often viewed in many different way. love, love is a many splendid things. love is the wetness on a rose as of the wetness on lips after a long summer kiss. love, to hold them and care for them as if it was your last day together.
love them as if you had the only chance to be with that person and to see that person like nobody else has viewed them. To see the inside of the body along with the outside to see that there are two sides to a person. to feel the heat between two bodies in love as in motion. To hold everything in your hands yet to still be poor. love, love is a many splendid things. Love can lift you higher then any plane could ever come close to.

nikya, kittykat6914369@aol.com, usa

My maw maw rose is very special to me
I'll miss those weekly walks through the store 
I'll miss the talks we would have over her unique style coffee
I'll miss her coming to my house every weekend 
I'll miss her saying TaTa everytime i do the simplest favor
I'll miss getting her papers from Ms Peggy and I'll miss her daily phone calls just to tell us she loves us
I'll miss trying to keep up with her in the Hammond Square mall and in Wal mart.
I'll miss all the complements i get on how i look even if i had just gotten out of bed.to her i always looked like beautiful
I'll miss being her angel
and ill miss her calling me "darlin"
Most of all i"ll miss my maw Maw rose
 

Kristen i_love_you@anfmail.com United States Of America

My maw maw rose is very special to me
I'll miss those weekly walks through the store 
I'll miss the talks we would have over her unique style coffee
I'll miss her coming to my house every weekend 
I'll miss her saying TaTa everytime i do the simplest favor
I'll miss getting her papers from Ms Peggy and I'll miss her daily phone calls just to tell us she loves us
I'll miss trying to keep up with her in the Hammond Square mall and in Wal mart.
I'll miss all the complements i get on how i look even if i had just gotten out of bed.to her i always looked like beautiful
I'll miss being her angel
and ill miss her calling me "darlin"
Most of all i"ll miss my maw Maw rose
 

Kristen i_love_you@anfmail.com United States Of America

i like fish

staying home on holiday
I only sleep and play.
Watching the television,
There is leon and May.
IN the kitchen is mammy
Who is always angry
Because  I am so lazy
And always play like a monkey.
At nightI begin to grow sad
As I look at the schoolbag
Will tomorrow be bad?
Is the first lesson Math?

SIMON TUNG simontung1211@yahoo.com.hk In Hong Kong

staying home on holiday
I only sleep and play.
Watching the television,
There is leon and May.
IN the kitchen is mammy
Who is always angry
Because  I am so lazy
And always play like a monkey.
At nightI begin to grow sad
As I look at the schoolbag
Will tomorrow be bad?
Is the first lesson Math?

SIMON TUNG simontung1211@yahoo.com.hk In Hong Kong

ghjjj

jkui

If I have some problem, I read or I write  poems. 
The poem is my raison of the life.

Leydnayre leydnayre@zipmail.com.br

Vexed by a love
i will never touch,
but only dream
and never speak of.

Caught by a heart
that captivates my soul,
but i will clearly never
have to chance to hold.

Shawna Monique Alexander Sourgirl6@aol.com USA, Tn

Vexed by a love
i will never touch,
but only dream
and never speak of.

Caught by a heart
that captivates my soul,
but i will clearly never
have to chance to hold.

Shawna Monique Alexander Sourgirl6@aol.com USA, Tn

The sun refuses to shine,
Those tears you see are mine,
Can you not hear my screams,
Over the roar of the thunder?

watching you work endlessly to keep your youth was an inspiration to me, although your ability was taken away, your desire marched forward. with stubborness and will you never gave up, and with that you left me many lessons that have now been learned. 

I hate you

I hate it when you talk about me,
and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you yell at me,
I hate that you don't care.

I hate the way you always dress,
I hate that people stare.

I hate your stupid dog collar,
I hate every single thing you wear.

I hate your shitty attitude,
that I can never bare.

I hate how much I hate you,
and I think it's just not fair.

But most of all I hate how much you hate me,
even though I care....

Ashley crazyashley666@aol.com Sacramento, CA USA

son is graduating from high school. He will go on to new and challenging times.

paula pblack4@AL.COM U.S.

The day we hid beneath a blanket at a baseball game
is the day that i fell inlove with you
I remember the sound of the wind wipping around our ears,
the feel of our body warmth touching each other,
the way the stars glisened above us,
What a pefect night.

Brittany Rooks, Britr13@AOL.com, United States

The day we hid beneath a blanket at a baseball game
is the day that i fell inlove with you
I remember the sound of the wind wipping around our ears,
the feel of our body warmth touching each other,
the way the stars glisened above us,
What a pefect night.

Brittany Rooks, Britr13@AOL.com, United States

The day we hid beneath a blanket at a baseball game
is the day that i fell inlove with you
I remember the sound of the wind wipping around our ears,
the feel of our body warmth touching each other,
the way the stars glisened above us,
What a pefect night.

Brittany Rooks Britr13@al.com United States

can u write me 2  lyric poem topic is any religion and life 25lines rhyme,simile,metaphor, personification 

leion2002@aol.com united states

can u write me 2  lyric poem topic is any religion and life 25lines rhyme,simile,metaphor, personification 

leion2002@aol.com united states

can u write me 2  lyric poem topic is any religion and life 25lines rhyme,simile,metaphor, personification 

leion2002@aol.com united states

I am so deeply engaged by your eyes.

I am so deeply engaged by your eyes.

lindsay, dbosgirl711@aol.com, U.S.A.

There was a girl who who took lots of walks
She walked all day and night
But why she walked no one knew
The reason was a big fright

She told her mom that she fet like she was useless
And that she felt like killing herself
Her mom told her not to because she loved her too much
So the girl put the pills right back on  the shelf

This girl was glad that her mom told her not to 
For the next day at school
All her friends got together 
And said that she rules

Now that girl is getting treatment
So that she loves her for her
And she smiles every day 
Thinking what life would be like if she didn't find a cure

Now that girl is my best buddy 
And I'm glad that she's still here
For without her in my life
I would start to have a tear

Aviana Pedlar princessaviana@cs.com United States Of America

It tears my heart out to know that i had a twin brother.
 He died 48 hrs. after he was born.
 I think of him every day and i feel that i have somthing missing from my heart. There is a pain that never goes away.
 I miss him alot.wishing he was here.
I having feelings that i can't express.I love you brother!!!

Brendal. kill tmkill@sktc.net elk

I love you hair long and silky

                     Friends are people who are nice
                     they care about you in every way
                     friends are there when you need 
                     advise or help,Through bad and good
                     times,You can share all your
                      secrets to them,and know they will
                      keep it,Everybody can have friends    

Jackie RTWGEXT@cs.com,USA

                     Friends are people who are nice
                     they care about you in every way
                     friends are there when you need 
                     advise or help,Through bad and good
                     times,You can share all your
                      secrets to them,and know they will
                      keep it,Everybody can have friends    

Jackie RTWGEXT@cs.com,USA

Theres not a day that goes by that i don't think of you. I would die if I ever lost you. You are my world and theres nothing I could do without you. I love you with all my heart and soul. We have been through so much and we are finally here together and theres nothing or anyone that could ever tear us a part. You will be in my heart forever and theres nobody on this earth that could ever take your place in my life. I will not love you til the day you die, i will love you til the day I die. 

Theres not a day that goes by that i don't think of you. I would die if I ever lost you. You are my world and theres nothing I could do without you. I love you with all my heart and soul. We have been through so much and we are finally here together and theres nothing or anyone that could ever tear us a part. You will be in my heart forever and theres nobody on this earth that could ever take your place in my life. I will not love you til the day you die, i will love you til the day I die. 

jacketsb2@aol.com

Mark, the greatst pleasure, that we will ever know is to watch you grow into such a fine youn man.
Through the years, You have filled our hearts wit so much love and happiness, And made us very proud.
You have maged to suceed in everything you do, with all of your studies and sporting evets, So now go out and explore the possibilities.
We look at you with so much pride, And we can truly see, The wonderful young man, You have become.
We Love You     MOM AND DAD

Paula Black Pblack4@aol.com united States

                  Mold
Dont eat mold
not even a lick
it will make you naseous 
or even make you sick

my name is alexandria and my email is sprtygrl26@aol.com and im from the U.S.A

                  Mold
Dont eat mold
not even a lick
it will make you naseous 
or even make you sick

my name is alexandria and my email is sprtygrl26@aol.com and im from the U.S.A

Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, has multiple woes. The ghost of his father haunts Elsinore; his uncle, Claudius, has married Queen Gertrude, his mother, and assumed the throne; and Fortinbras of Norway threatens Denmark with an invading army. When Hamlet meets the ghost, his dead father reveals that Claudius poisoned him—and the ghost demands that Hamlet exact revenge. In order to carry this out, Hamlet feigns madness; as part of his insanity, he scorns the affections of Ophelia, daughter of Polonius, to whom he had made romantic overtures. Polonius grows concerned over the apparent insanity that has beset Hamlet and reveals it to the King and Queen. Meanwhile, Hamlet struggles to convince himself that Claudius is the murderer of his father, and in an attempt to "catch the king's conscience," Hamlet convinces a traveling troupe of actors to perform a play in which the action closely resembles the events related to him by the ghost.
While Hamlet, judging the reaction of Claudius, is convinced of the new king's guilt, he can't bring himself to slay him outright. Instead, Hamlet rebukes Gertrude with the news that she is sleeping with the killer of her husband. Unfortunately, Polonius—who is hidden behind a tapestry in the Queen's chamber, eavesdropping—panics and cries for help; Hamlet stabs him, thinking it is Claudius. Of course, when this news is given to Claudius, the King sends Hamlet to England with the ostensible purpose of securing Hamlet's safety and the recovery of his senses. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, two childhood friends of Hamlet's who are now little more than spies for Claudius, are to accompany him. The trick is that Hamlet will bear a letter to the King of England in which Claudius asks England to sentence Hamlet to death.
In the midst of these events, Ophelia loses her own sanity; she is driven to madness by Hamlet's condition and the death of Polonius. Laertes, her brother, returns to Elsinore from his studies and vows his vengeance upon Hamlet for what the prince has done to his family. News is brought that Hamlet has returned to Denmark, much to the surprise of Claudius, and that Ophelia has drowned herself in a river. Claudius now plots with Laertes to kill Hamlet upon his return to Elsinore. Meanwhile, Hamlet meets Horatio, his best friend, and tells how he altered the letter so that the execution order was for Rosencrantz and Guildenstern instead of him. At the end of Hamlet's tale, Ophelia's funeral procession enters, and Laertes and Hamlet confront one another. Laertes challenges Hamlet to a duel.
This is all part of Claudius's plot; instead of dull blades, Laertes will select a sharp one. In addition, Laertes is to poison the tip of his blade so that a wound will kill the prince. And, just in case the previous measures are not enough, Claudius will keep a poisoned chalice from which Hamlet will drink. The plan goes awry from the beginning; Laertes is unable to wound Hamlet during the first pass. Between rounds, Gertrude raises a toast to Hamlet with the poisoned chalice. Then, in the heat of the duel, Laertes manages to wound Hamlet but loses the poisoned rapier to him, and Laertes himself is poisoned as well. Gertrude swoons to her death; Laertes falls and reveals the plot against Hamlet, telling him he has "not a half-hour's life" in him. Enraged, Hamlet stabs Claudius with the poisoned foil, then makes him drink from the chalice that slew Gertrude. This done, Hamlet collapses and dies in Horatio's arms as Fortinbras enters the castle. Fortinbras is left to rule Denmark, as the entire royal family is dead, and he bids his men give Hamlet and the rest a proper funeral.

Crystal, crystaldinsmore@hotmail.com, canada

Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, has multiple woes. The ghost of his father haunts Elsinore; his uncle, Claudius, has married Queen Gertrude, his mother, and assumed the throne; and Fortinbras of Norway threatens Denmark with an invading army. When Hamlet meets the ghost, his dead father reveals that Claudius poisoned him—and the ghost demands that Hamlet exact revenge. In order to carry this out, Hamlet feigns madness; as part of his insanity, he scorns the affections of Ophelia, daughter of Polonius, to whom he had made romantic overtures. Polonius grows concerned over the apparent insanity that has beset Hamlet and reveals it to the King and Queen. Meanwhile, Hamlet struggles to convince himself that Claudius is the murderer of his father, and in an attempt to "catch the king's conscience," Hamlet convinces a traveling troupe of actors to perform a play in which the action closely resembles the events related to him by the ghost.
While Hamlet, judging the reaction of Claudius, is convinced of the new king's guilt, he can't bring himself to slay him outright. Instead, Hamlet rebukes Gertrude with the news that she is sleeping with the killer of her husband. Unfortunately, Polonius—who is hidden behind a tapestry in the Queen's chamber, eavesdropping—panics and cries for help; Hamlet stabs him, thinking it is Claudius. Of course, when this news is given to Claudius, the King sends Hamlet to England with the ostensible purpose of securing Hamlet's safety and the recovery of his senses. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, two childhood friends of Hamlet's who are now little more than spies for Claudius, are to accompany him. The trick is that Hamlet will bear a letter to the King of England in which Claudius asks England to sentence Hamlet to death.
In the midst of these events, Ophelia loses her own sanity; she is driven to madness by Hamlet's condition and the death of Polonius. Laertes, her brother, returns to Elsinore from his studies and vows his vengeance upon Hamlet for what the prince has done to his family. News is brought that Hamlet has returned to Denmark, much to the surprise of Claudius, and that Ophelia has drowned herself in a river. Claudius now plots with Laertes to kill Hamlet upon his return to Elsinore. Meanwhile, Hamlet meets Horatio, his best friend, and tells how he altered the letter so that the execution order was for Rosencrantz and Guildenstern instead of him. At the end of Hamlet's tale, Ophelia's funeral procession enters, and Laertes and Hamlet confront one another. Laertes challenges Hamlet to a duel.
This is all part of Claudius's plot; instead of dull blades, Laertes will select a sharp one. In addition, Laertes is to poison the tip of his blade so that a wound will kill the prince. And, just in case the previous measures are not enough, Claudius will keep a poisoned chalice from which Hamlet will drink. The plan goes awry from the beginning; Laertes is unable to wound Hamlet during the first pass. Between rounds, Gertrude raises a toast to Hamlet with the poisoned chalice. Then, in the heat of the duel, Laertes manages to wound Hamlet but loses the poisoned rapier to him, and Laertes himself is poisoned as well. Gertrude swoons to her death; Laertes falls and reveals the plot against Hamlet, telling him he has "not a half-hour's life" in him. Enraged, Hamlet stabs Claudius with the poisoned foil, then makes him drink from the chalice that slew Gertrude. This done, Hamlet collapses and dies in Horatio's arms as Fortinbras enters the castle. Fortinbras is left to rule Denmark, as the entire royal family is dead, and he bids his men give Hamlet and the rest a proper funeral.

Crystal, crystaldinsmore@hotmail.com, canada

There once was a Man named Jesus.
He brought down a message to free us.
From Heaven above
to show us His love
He promised that He'd never leave us.

THANK YOU, JESUS!

Sandra Rudd ~ servantofthelord@jesusanswers.com ~ USA

There once was a Man named Jesus.
He brought down a message to free us.
From Heaven above
to show us His love
He promised that He'd never leave us.

THANK YOU, JESUS!

Sandra Rudd ~ servantofthelord@jesusanswers.com ~ USA

There once was a Man named Jesus.
He brought down a message to free us.
From Heaven above
to show us His love
He promised that He'd never leave us.

THANK YOU, JESUS!

Sandra Rudd ~ servantofthelord@jesusanswers.com ~ USA

There once was a Man named Jesus.
He brought down a message to free us.
From Heaven above
to show us His love
He promised that He'd never leave us.

THANK YOU, JESUS!

Sandra Rudd ~ servantofthelord@jesusanswers.com ~ USA

There once was a Man named Jesus.
He brought down a message to free us.
From Heaven above
to show us His love
He promised that He'd never leave us.

THANK YOU, JESUS!

Sandra Rudd ~ servantofthelord@jesusanswers.com ~ USA

There once was a Man named Jesus.
He brought down a message to free us.
From Heaven above
to show us His love
He promised that He'd never leave us.

THANK YOU, JESUS!

Sandra Rudd ~ servantofthelord@jesusanswers.com ~ USA

There once was a Man named Jesus.
He brought down a message to free us.
From Heaven above
to show us His love
He promised that He'd never leave us.

THANK YOU, JESUS!

Sandra Rudd ~ servantofthelord@jesusanswers.com ~ USA

There once was a Man named Jesus.
He brought down a message to free us.
From Heaven above
to show us His love
He promised that He'd never leave us.

THANK YOU, JESUS!

Sandra Rudd ~ servantofthelord@jesusanswers.com ~ USA

There once was a Man named Jesus.
He brought down a message to free us.
From Heaven above
to show us His love
He promised that He'd never leave us.

THANK YOU, JESUS!

Sandra Rudd ~ servantofthelord@jesusanswers.com ~ USA

miss you
heart ache
when
love
need you

ron heyal_dot_com@hotmail.com

Do you love me?
Or do you not?
You told me once but I forgot
Of all the people I've ever met
You're the only one I can't forget
And if I die before you do
I'll go to heaven and wait for you
But if you're not there by judgment day
I'll know you went the other way
So I'll give the angels back my wings
And risk the loss of everything
Just to prove my love is true
I'll go to hell just tobe with you!!!

Name:Reyshelle E-Mail:DaH WeEdMaN!@aol.com Country:United States

ti malo sustesvo, a taka golemo.ti koj go pravis sreken ovoj svet..ti koj postojano lutas nasekade i baras pravdina..ti baras..i baras..i povtorno ja baras silata na koja ke mozes povtorno da i se raduvas.

Mina,sister120@hotmail.com,macedonia

ti malo sustesvo, a taka golemo.ti koj go pravis sreken ovoj svet..ti koj postojano lutas nasekade i baras pravdina..ti baras..i baras..i povtorno ja baras silata na koja ke mozes povtorno da i se raduvas.

Mina,sister120@hotmail.com,macedonia

ti malo sustesvo, a taka golemo.ti koj go pravis sreken ovoj svet..ti koj postojano lutas nasekade i baras pravdina..ti baras..i baras..i povtorno ja baras silata na koja ke mozes povtorno da i se raduvas.

Mina,sister120@hotmail.com,macedonia

it is so hard
  It is so hard to say I love you, and not draw back in tears. 
  It is so hard to know that you're not here to face my fears.
  It is so hard to know the phone is with in reach yet, I can not hear your voice.
  It is so hard to know that this time breaking up is not my choice.
  It is so hard to see you laghing when I am crying deep inside.
  It is so hard to just find feelings and make them hide.
  It is so hard to live with out you when I need you the most,to want to scream out how much I love you but hold back and not be heard.
  It is so hard to sleep at night when I cant dream about you.
  It is so hard to think that you might fall in love with someone new.
  It is so hard not to start crying when I hear your favorit song.
  It is so hard to sit and wounder wear did I ever go wrong. 
  It is so hard to live with out you.
  If only I knew I will never love another no matter how they may look I would rather be alone baby I would go to hell and burn to be with you booooo.


             to:scott  mastrian
               by:tonya-lee moore

Tonya_lee Boner dsgirl_01@yahoo.com united states

Some people have been there
where other's will never get,
I have a vision of that place
when I get there,
I'll know how to handle it.
I'm going to take my time,
climb while i'm small,
so when I reach the top,
I'll never fall. 

David lopez pleasureman30302aol.com USA

Some people have been there
where other's will never get,
I have a vision of that place
when I get there,
I'll know how to handle it.
I'm going to take my time,
climb while i'm small,
so when I reach the top,
I'll never fall. 

David lopez pleasureman30302aol.com USA

stop wishing you are my divine
play onto me like water dances over these pines
shed your sorrows and leave me behind
scream at me! scream in me! scream with me!
watch our hearts as they beat 
watch our lips as we speak
wipe our tears as we weeep
borrowed time! borrowed--we die.

k2burt@aol.com

stop wishing you are my divine
play onto me like water dances over these pines
shed your sorrows and leave me behind
scream at me! scream in me! scream with me!
watch our hearts as they beat 
watch our lips as we speak
wipe our tears as we weeep
borrowed time! borrowed--we die.

k2burt@aol.com

stop wishing you are my divine
play onto me like water dances over these pines
shed your sorrows and leave me behind
scream at me! scream in me! scream with me!
watch our hearts as they beat 
watch our lips as we speak
wipe our tears as we weeep
borrowed time! borrowed--we die.

k2burt@aol.com

stop wishing you are my divine
play onto me like water dances over these pines
shed your sorrows and leave me behind
scream at me! scream in me! scream with me!
watch our hearts as they beat 
watch our lips as we speak
wipe our tears as we weeep
borrowed time! borrowed--we die.

k2burt@aol.com

stop wishing you are my divine
play onto me like water dances over these pines
shed your sorrows and leave me behind
scream at me! scream in me! scream with me!
watch our hearts as they beat 
watch our lips as we speak
wipe our tears as we weeep
borrowed time! borrowed--we die.

k2burt@aol.com

stop wishing you are my divine
play onto me like water dances over these pines
shed your sorrows and leave me behind
scream at me! scream in me! scream with me!
watch our hearts as they beat 
watch our lips as we speak
wipe our tears as we weeep
borrowed time! borrowed--we die.

k2burt@aol.com

stop wishing you are my divine
play onto me like water dances over these pines
shed your sorrows and leave me behind
scream at me! scream in me! scream with me!
watch our hearts as they beat 
watch our lips as we speak
wipe our tears as we weeep
borrowed time! borrowed--we die.

k2burt@aol.com

We want to share the joy of our wedding.
From a chance in a lifetime meeting to a strong  beautiful love.

P.Brock patsybrock2000@aol.com USA

We want to share the joy of our wedding.
From a chance in a lifetime meeting to a strong  beautiful love.

P.Brock patsybrock2000@aol.com USA

We want to share the joy of our wedding.
From a chance in a lifetime meeting to a strong  beautiful love.

P.Brock patsybrock2000@aol.com USA

Our journey from a once in a lifetime meeting,
To a Strong and Beautiful Love,

Patsy patsybrock2000@aol.com USA

Annual picnic, patriotic theme

Scacco, LMscacco@aol.com, Wolcott

Annual picnic with a patriotic theme.  Fun, prizes, and music.

Scacco, LMscacco@aol.com, Wolcott

when you walked by me with those beautiful eyes
i felt as if we were the only people around
we were at the midway and you were my grand prize
when you looked at me, it almost made me fall to the ground
then you turned around and i didn't see any other guys
you started to talk to me, and i was so glad you were the  one i found

cara, sweetgrl460@aol.com, usa

PORTER

Baby gurl 
why did u have to die
U left me here to cry
I love ya gurl always 
and forever so much did u 
mean to me. I know u loved me too
Baby gurl 
Why did u feel that death 
was the only choice left
u could have came to me 
I thought u knew that 
Now sweetie don't u 
worry about me
I'll be fine knowing that 
u sweetie pie are going to 
be just fine. I know ur tons happier now 
Baby Gurl 
I'm going to try hard not to cry much more
but this I can not promise for every time 
I hear u name I break down in tears
We were supposed to be friends forever
Remember porter. We were supposed to laugh 
and cry together at each others weddings of course u had urs
planned to the very last detail
And whatever happened to ur book? All those things 
have now disappeared and now here I am sitting here all alone
U always saw things in many of different way
.. but I too could relate. We were 
so different. But in many ways alike
From the first time I heard u say hey 
to the last goodbye I knew we would 
never be apart because u'll forever be in my heart.
Porter u were so special. Right now I will cry 
and cry but sweetie I still will never understand
why baby gurl u chose to die
Goodbye Alex Porter 
I said I would love u forever
and that's what I'll do.

Rest In Peace Baby

Toni .. Ohpleazlikeicare@aol.com and usa

PORTER

Baby gurl 
why did u have to die
U left me here to cry
I love ya gurl always 
and forever so much did u 
mean to me. I know u loved me too
Baby gurl 
Why did u feel that death 
was the only choice left
u could have came to me 
I thought u knew that 
Now sweetie don't u 
worry about me
I'll be fine knowing that 
u sweetie pie are going to 
be just fine. I know ur tons happier now 
Baby Gurl 
I'm going to try hard not to cry much more
but this I can not promise for every time 
I hear u name I break down in tears
We were supposed to be friends forever
Remember porter. We were supposed to laugh 
and cry together at each others weddings of course u had urs
planned to the very last detail
And whatever happened to ur book? All those things 
have now disappeared and now here I am sitting here all alone
U always saw things in many of different way
.. but I too could relate. We were 
so different. But in many ways alike
From the first time I heard u say hey 
to the last goodbye I knew we would 
never be apart because u'll forever be in my heart.
Porter u were so special. Right now I will cry 
and cry but sweetie I still will never understand
why baby gurl u chose to die
Goodbye Alex Porter 
I said I would love u forever
and that's what I'll do.

Rest In Peace Baby

Toni .. Ohpleazlikeicare@aol.com and usa

Brittany,Brittany4789@aol.com

Although it was nine years ago
I still miss my brother so 
he and i were best friends
oh i miss my brother so
he was 3 and I was 5
that tragic day he went away
That day my dad came home
I thought and thought of
where my brother could have been
My Daddy said we would see him in
heaven some day.
But i couldnt understand why he
hadnt been there with my daddy 
that day.
But as i got older i realized why 
my brother
wasnt with my daddy that day it was
becuase he had gone with the angels that day,
and that one day i would be with the angels
one day and it would be alot like that day
when the angels took him away

Brittany,Brittany4789@aol.com

this website stinks. Dude it really reeks. Man it has no sparks. It smells like rotten farts

country:united states name:cody e-mail:tipton@centurytel.net

Crud this website stinks. Dude it really reeks. Man it has no sparks. It smells like rotten farts  

country:united states name:cody e-mail:tipton@centurytel.net

Crud this website stinks. Dude it really reeks. Man it has no sparks. It smells like rotten farts.

country:united states name:cody e-mail:tipton@centurytel.net

Exotic Bandito - his theft erotic - under guise of  past -
Of making it last - 43 years.  Gradual slipping of heart,
into his longing - for the beating of time - of the sublime
Eternity - of remembering.

Barbara E. Mercer bemercer@sympatico.ca CANADA

Looking for happiness, unable to find it
If I can't experience it, please let me write it

Johanna jagrif@surewest.net USA

Heavens Angels

Heaven has thousands of angels
All looking down on this country of ours
There all watching us, makin sure were doin good
Ever since that dreaded september morn

justina sugababy1680@hotmail.com United States

soccer is so much fun. Just to be outside in the sun

Sami,goody@soncom.com Us

Hi, my name is Adrian. I am silly.

Hey, I'm a dancing dinosaur. Not really.

Adrian, woofington_woofles@hotmail.com, U.S.A.

      INCANSAVEL  PROCURA

    
    Onde estas meu amor?
    Onde te encontrar ?
    Incansavel procura ...
    Olho pra dentro
    Nao te vejo.
    Olho fora
    Parece que  te encontro
    Mas logo ...
    Comeco a divagar ,
    Fica tudo nublado.
    Volto a sonhar.

Maria Lygia Dantas marialygiadantas@hotmail.com Brasil

If it smell like a                                                                                                                                                                                        fish                                                

If it smell like a                                                                                                                                                                                        fish                                                

If it smells like a fish.                                  If  it is weird like a fish.                               It must be a fish
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   JUSTIN MOSS
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  fish                                                                                                                                         

JUSTIN MOSS WLDNWASHE@AOL.COM

If it smells like a fish.                                  If  it is weird like a fish.                               It must be a fish
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   JUSTIN MOSS
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  fish                                                                                                                                         

JUSTIN MOSS WLDNWASHE@AOL.COM

Can you feel
the words
dancing,
flowing,
racing.

When I am in the middle of the world starring into every direction struggling with anger from displaying its desperation I decide to run to a store. A place where my mind and anger wonders hand by hand on the different objects available and their prices. In the place of decision making anger forgets of its desperation and wonders off leaving me alone. 

Sonia Salas, soniasalas_01@yahoo.com, United State

When I am in the middle of the world starring into every direction struggling with anger from displaying its desperation I decide to run to a store. A place where my mind and anger wonders hand by hand on the different objects available and their prices. In the place of decision making anger forgets of its desperation and wonders off leaving me alone. 

Sonia Salas, soniasalas_01@yahoo.com, United State

AOS PREDADORES DA UTOPIA

dentro de mim 
morreram muitos tigres 

os que ficaram 
no entanto 
são livres 

Lau Siqueira lausiqueira@yahoo.com - Brasil

AOS PREDADORES DA UTOPIA


dentro de mim
morreram muitos tigres

os que ficaram
no entanto
são livres

Lau Siqueira, lausiqueira@yahoo.com - Brasil

No better, there is more, bright future bright of bliss,
More cuddles of ecstacy will, learned by insane wisdom, milder whisper,
Killer, where, where is your marks?
Job, man of sorrows, where is your death opponent?
My laughter cleaves felt soft, standing on a mount,
a princess of joy, world-happiness,
low on a clot, neighs and sings,
then how they stay close, no better,
peace had sighed,
fragrant lingers,
I've never felt fell,
love force that's eternal
not brief,
o, the mind has reasons to hopes,
mountains of faith, global round endless turns,
sheer glee, no unbelivers fanthomed,
hold on lightly to release my universe of prayers,
may they never hell hang there,
small, love, gorilla endurance dealt climb,
so strong steep and deep here,
weep, little ones under Christ serves,this whirlwind of rest, rest,
peace, goodness,
death does end and each day born,
with bows of light and laws of love,
o,can I die for love too,
with you and arise, no better,
with no regrets in laughter,
I can be, no better.

desiree2010present2003@yahoo.com

No better, there is more, bright future bright of bliss,
More cuddles of ecstacy will, learned by insane wisdom, milder whisper,
Killer, where, where is your marks?
Job, man of sorrows, where is your death opponent?
My laughter cleaves felt soft, standing on a mount,
a princess of joy, world-happiness,
low on a clot, neighs and sings,
then how they stay close, no better,
peace had sighed,
fragrant lingers,
I've never felt fell,
love force that's eternal
not brief,
o, the mind has reasons to hopes,
mountains of faith, global round endless turns,
sheer glee, no unbelivers fanthomed,
hold on lightly to release my universe of prayers,
may they never hell hang there,
small, love, gorilla endurance dealt climb,
so strong steep and deep here,
weep, little ones under Christ serves,this whirlwind of rest, rest,
peace, goodness,
death does end and each day born,
with bows of light and laws of love,
o,can I die for love too,
with you and arise, no better,
with no regrets in laughter,
I can be, no better.

desiree2010present2003@yahoo.com Desiree Gardenhire USA

                    Life
Life,
Hard, sweet,
Let your mind go with the beat.
Life,
Good, bad,
That's just about all I've had. 
Mine,
Mine is mighty fine.
Life,
Out, free,
That's all I'll ever be.
Mighty, strong,
My life is like a song.
Wise, brave,
My life has just been saved.
 

Rachel Rees, paulrees@taxplan.com, USA

                    Life
Life,
Hard, sweet,
Let your mind go with the beat.
Life,
Good, bad,
That's just about all I've had. 
Mine,
Mine is mighty fine.
Life,
Out, free,
That's all I'll ever be.
Mighty, strong,
My life is like a song.
Wise, brave,
My life has just been saved.
 

Rachel Rees, paulrees@taxplan.com, USA

                    Life
Life,
Hard, sweet,
Let your mind go with the beat.
Life,
Good, bad,
That's just about all I've had. 
Mine,
Mine is mighty fine.
Life,
Out, free,
That's all I'll ever be.
Mighty, strong,
My life is like a song.
Wise, brave,
My life has just been saved.
 

Rachel Rees, paulrees@taxplan.com, USA

                    Life
Life,
Hard, sweet,
Let your mind go with the beat.
Life,
Good, bad,
That's just about all I've had. 
Mine,
Mine is mighty fine.
Life,
Out, free,
That's all I'll ever be.
Mighty, strong,
My life is like a song.
Wise, brave,
My life has just been saved.
 

Rachel Rees, paulrees@taxplan.com, USA

a girl is going right into a grass region

a girl is going right into a grass region

marisa, marisam@email.arizona.edu, usa

i love you

its been 2 or 3 hours since death took your life away.even though you were full of life, i new you coulnt stay .forward is where my future is even without my friend ; youll always be a part of me ,my prayers i will send.we always had a place to go you always had me thrilled.i never want to go on that  hwy ever since you were killed, god bye my side kick seya it was fun ,ill see you when its my turn ,then we will become one        

sia wiegert sweets069@uniserve.com canada

that disturbed the quiet togetherness of two lovers desperate to be one.

Sandra Graham-rgraham@surf1.ws-United States

Little sister
I rember when you were born,
so tiny and helpless;
I rember when you started walking and talking,
Getting it to all my stuff;
I remember Trying to sell you,
But nobody wanted you, Even for a NIckle
I Rember your first day of KIndergarden,
walking to school in cute little pigtales;
I rember you falling of your Bike,
and you getting back on to try again;
I rember your tears when Imoved out on my own,
and the joy and Laughter when I invite you to my home
I rember you at my wedding, 
In a Pretty dress and very mature:
And now your going to add another memory to my book,
Your High School graduation, 
My little Sister Is all Grown up, No more little pigtales for you; 
May the fuchur paths you take lead you to a successefull one.

Cristin Diamondsecho@yahoo.com USA

Lips lead eyes
Red wine stain
I run in halls
(hallways corridors hol hall hawl haul hawll haull hal)
Hear the centipede crawling in the floorboareds.
scratching of thousands of fingernails
under the bed and the chair.

Gabriel Rodenborn, poetboy4761@hotmail.com, U.S.A.

Lips lead eyes
Red wine stain
I run in halls
(hallways corridors hol hall hawl haul hawll haull hal)
Hear the centipede crawling in the floorboareds.
scratching of thousands of fingernails
under the bed and the chair.

Gabriel Rodenborn, poetboy4761@hotmail.com, U.S.A.

Lips lead eyes
Red wine stain
I run in halls
(hallways corridors hol hall hawl haul hawll haull hal)
Hear the centipede crawling in the floorboareds.
scratching of thousands of fingernails
under the bed and the chair.

Gabriel Rodenborn, poetboy4761@hotmail.com, U.S.A.

Lips lead eyes
Red wine stain
I run in halls
(hallways corridors hol hall hawl haul hawll haull hal)
Hear the centipede crawling in the floorboareds.
scratching of thousands of fingernails
under the bed and the chair.

Gabriel Rodenborn, poetboy4761@hotmail.com, U.S.A.

take my bleeding hands
and carry them into paradise -
the song of the Banshee
calls your name.

patrik jacobs - mozart9@iprimus.com.au = australia

take my bleeding hands
and carry them into paradise -
the song of the Banshee
calls your name.

mozart9@iprimus.com.au

She softly slept and then a stranger sound than her dream awoke her. "What can this be?" she uttered, but she need not worry as it was only her lover come to take her home.

sideshowsuzy@myway.com uk

As i sit in my room staring at the walls iwander what would the world do with out me in it woud it be the same or differnet i dont know and i will never know 
As i sit in my room staring at the walls i wander why is this happening to me why me  why me 
As i sit in my room i get lost in my onw little world and wander away far far away sometimes i wish i can get lost everydsy and verytime i do something stupied

jessie diabloschild1990@aol.com THE UNTIED STATES

King's Creek Plantation
What a nice vacation
Time with my family
Never thought a reality
The beautiful cottages there
So glad I have my time share
All of this fun in the sun
I think I'll buy another one

Lisa Burke burkecastle@hotmail.com

King's Creek Plantation
What a nice vacation
Time with my family
Never thought a reality
The beautiful cottages there
So glad I have my time share
All of this fun in the sun
I think I'll buy another one

Lisa Burke, USA burkecastle@hotmail.com

The Final Breath

They were not used to hot, steaming water,
It was burning their hard skin.
They tried scuttling up the slippery surface

The Final Breath

They were not used to hot, steaming water,
It was burning their hard skin.
They tried scuttling up the slippery surface,
But Failed.
One went limp, beaten by the overwhelming heat.
The final one thrashed more violently.
He lay back on his dead friend,
His eyes were clouding over, 
His heart was slowing down,
Finally, as he started to sink from the surface, 
He closed his eyes,
And took his last Breath.

Rachel Seibert lilsoccerqueen04@cs.com United States of America

They were not used to hot, steaming water,
It was burning their hard skin.
They tried scuttling up the slippery surface,
But Failed.
One went limp, beaten by the overwhelming heat.
The final one thrashed more violently.
He lay back on his dead friend,
His eyes were clouding over, 
His heart was slowing down,
Finally, as he started to sink from the surface, 
He closed his eyes,
And took his last Breath.

Rachel Seibert lilsoccerqueen04@cs.com United States of America

WHAT CAN I SAY WHAT CAN I DO LIFE IS JUST SSSH ITS ANOTHER WORD FOR POO. I CRY ALL THE TIME IM ALWAYS DEPRESSED LOOK AT ME NOW TELL ME ITS NOT A MESS. THESE DAYS DRAG ON IT FEELS LIKE YEARS WHO DO I TURN TO DONT SAY ITS MY PEERS. I KNOW IM IN A DEVILS CURSE I TELL MYSELF THINGS CANT GET WORSE. I LOOK TO THE FUTURE YOU WHAT A SEE A GRAVEYARD GUESS WHOSE BURIED THERE IRS ME.

DANIELLE JOHNSON ENGLAND. 99JOHNSOND@HAILSHAMCC.SCH.E-SUSSEX.NET

WHAT CAN I SAY WHAT CAN I DO LIFE IS JUST SSSH ITS ANOTHER WORD FOR POO. I CRY ALL THE TIME IM ALWAYS DEPRESSED LOOK AT ME NOW TELL ME ITS NOT A MESS. THESE DAYS DRAG ON IT FEELS LIKE YEARS WHO DO I TURN TO DONT SAY ITS MY PEERS. I KNOW IM IN A DEVILS CURSE I TELL MYSELF THINGS CANT GET WORSE. I LOOK TO THE FUTURE YOU WHAT A SEE A GRAVEYARD GUESS WHOSE BURIED THERE IRS ME.

DANIELLE JOHNSON ENGLAND. LITTLEMISSNAUGHTY6920032003@YAHOO.COM

WHAT CAN I SAY WHAT CAN I DO LIFE IS JUST SSSH ITS ANOTHER WORD FOR POO. I CRY ALL THE TIME IM ALWAYS DEPRESSED LOOK AT ME NOW TELL ME ITS NOT A MESS. THESE DAYS DRAG ON IT FEELS LIKE YEARS WHO DO I TURN TO DONT SAY ITS MY PEERS. I KNOW IM IN A DEVILS CURSE I TELL MYSELF THINGS CANT GET WORSE. I LOOK TO THE FUTURE YOU WHAT A SEE A GRAVEYARD GUESS WHOSE BURIED THERE IRS ME.

DANIELLE JOHNSON. ENGLAND. LITTLEMISSNAUGHTY6920032003@YAHOO.COM

WHAT CAN I SAY WHAT CAN I DO LIFE IS JUST SSSH ITS ANOTHER WORD FOR POO. I CRY ALL THE TIME IM ALWAYS DEPRESSED LOOK AT ME NOW TELL ME ITS NOT A MESS. THESE DAYS DRAG ON IT FEELS LIKE YEARS WHO DO I TURN TO DONT SAY ITS MY PEERS. I KNOW IM IN A DEVILS CURSE I TELL MYSELF THINGS CANT GET WORSE. I LOOK TO THE FUTURE YOU WHAT A SEE A GRAVEYARD GUESS WHOSE BURIED THERE IRS ME.

DANIELLE JOHNSON. ENGLAND. LITTLEMISSNAUGHTY6920032003@YAHOO.COM

Little hair bunny buns green green grass Endless pampas no trees gone with the wind

Tia Ree Marinabowater@hotmail.com

                      never leaving
  that night when things got bad i looked up in your eyes and asked you if you were leaving her, you hugged me close and told me no that no matter how bad things got you were never leaving. then we both smiled and i felt so safe again i new my life wouldn't end, but then she came down and looked at you threw eyes of tears of pain, she siad she was sorry she lost controll, you smiled and lifed her in your arms, you danced around saying you were never leaving, well sincw that night thens been more fights, but never that bad, somehow we all just thought you might leave our perfect world and let it come crashing down, but when we confroted you,you grinned with such joy and stared to cry, you said you were never leaving and when names get called and banners have been torn you still say your never leaving!!!

ramey, hateredsux666@yahoo.com,jennings county

                      never leaving
  that night when things got bad i looked up in your eyes and asked you if you were leaving her, you hugged me close and told me no that no matter how bad things got you were never leaving. then we both smiled and i felt so safe again i new my life wouldn't end, but then she came down and looked at you threw eyes of tears of pain, she siad she was sorry she lost controll, you smiled and lifed her in your arms, you danced around saying you were never leaving, well sincw that night thens been more fights, but never that bad, somehow we all just thought you might leave our perfect world and let it come crashing down, but when we confroted you,you grinned with such joy and stared to cry, you said you were never leaving and when names get called and banners have been torn you still say your never leaving!!!

ramey, hateredsux666@yahoo.com,jennings county

                      never leaving
  that night when things got bad i looked up in your eyes and asked you if you were leaving her, you hugged me close and told me no that no matter how bad things got you were never leaving. then we both smiled and i felt so safe again i new my life wouldn't end, but then she came down and looked at you threw eyes of tears of pain, she siad she was sorry she lost controll, you smiled and lifed her in your arms, you danced around saying you were never leaving, well sincw that night thens been more fights, but never that bad, somehow we all just thought you might leave our perfect world and let it come crashing down, but when we confroted you,you grinned with such joy and stared to cry, you said you were never leaving and when names get called and banners have been torn you still say your never leaving!!!

ramey, hateredsux666@yahoo.com,jennings county

The Room

the room is cold 
the room is white 
its very small
and very quiet,

i'm sat in a corner
i'm sat quite still
there's a door on one wall
but no window in site,

a man is stood at the door
a doctor, a psychiatrists
i do not want to now
that man i can not ignore

he want to help
he wants to talk
but i scream and shout
get out, get out,

i start to stand
i start to talk
i grad a chair
and though it at the door

every-thing is calm
every-thing is still
that man have gone
and will not come in

i used to wondered 
why oh why 
i'm in this room 
and only seem to sit and cry

the room is dark
the room is bare
the bed has gone 
and so has the chair

i'm sat in the corner
i look around
he's taken every-thing
theres nothing to be found

the time has come
to tell my fears
of horrid things
that no one wants to hear

that mean, mean man
is at the door
he looks at me
and sheds a tear.

Gemma Thompson www.LavenderHawkins@yahoo.co.uk England

The Room

the room is cold 
the room is white 
its very small
and very quiet,

i'm sat in a corner
i'm sat quite still
there's a door on one wall
but no window in site,

a man is stood at the door
a doctor, a psychiatrists
i do not want to now
that man i can not ignore

he want to help
he wants to talk
but i scream and shout
get out, get out,

i start to stand
i start to talk
i grad a chair
and though it at the door

every-thing is calm
every-thing is still
that man have gone
and will not come in

i used to wondered 
why oh why 
i'm in this room 
and only seem to sit and cry

the room is dark
the room is bare
the bed has gone 
and so has the chair

i'm sat in the corner
i look around
he's taken every-thing
theres nothing to be found

the time has come
to tell my fears
of horrid things
that no one wants to hear

that mean, mean man
is at the door
he looks at me
and sheds a tear.

Gemma Thompson www.LavenderHawkins@yahoo.co.uk England England

The Room

the room is cold 
the room is white 
its very small
and very quiet,

i'm sat in a corner
i'm sat quite still
there's a door on one wall
but no window in site,

a man is stood at the door
a doctor, a psychiatrists
i do not want to now
that man i can not ignore

he want to help
he wants to talk
but i scream and shout
get out, get out,

i start to stand
i start to talk
i grad a chair
and though it at the door

every-thing is calm
every-thing is still
that man have gone
and will not come in

i used to wondered 
why oh why 
i'm in this room 
and only seem to sit and cry

the room is dark
the room is bare
the bed has gone 
and so has the chair

i'm sat in the corner
i look around
he's taken every-thing
theres nothing to be found

the time has come
to tell my fears
of horrid things
that no one wants to hear

that mean, mean man
is at the door
he looks at me
and sheds a tear.

Gemma Thompson LavenderHawkins@yahoo.co.uk England

Faces Of Violence.

Touched by the lips of my lovers kiss.
Bloosem trees bloom, and my hearts a bliss.
As the rivers sway, the waters run dry.
And as i break away, all i do is cry.
Beaten into a corner, i stay there and wait.
For my lover to return, and take a step towards fate.
The scars on my face do not represent pain.
Or anger and sorrow, or if i'm going insane.
But they represent that i'm a surviver from him.
That the hunted became the hunter, that the evil became the grim.
On the outside of my skin, i feel like anyone else.
But on the inside i wait for this dark cloud to move away from myself.
It doesn't always rain on me, just the strike of thunder roars across my skys.
The rain purifies me, my skin, my thought, my soul, my eyes.
My rage bleeds into hunger and i crave to break between us the fence.
And all swirls into darkness and silence becomes the sight to Faces Of Violence.

Jebran Qaiser jebbybaby85@hotmail.com England.

colors behind my closed eyes, music plays ahead 

merilene, peazritr@comcast.net, usa

Asking questions?

Why? I don’t know. Who knows? Nobody I guess. Then what’s the point in asking? None. If  I cant ask what are answers for? To calm you. To calm me? Yes. What is the sense in that? To carry on. To carry on where? Around the circle. How big a circle? Infinite. Might as well be a straight line ? maybe. When? Now. And after? Later. And before? A second ago. What? Time. What is it? An expression of yourself in space. Who am I? The reflection on the water. And who is he? The image in your eyes. Then again I must ask Why? That’s a curios question.  

Parsifal, y_a_m_g@hotmail.com, Venezuela

Asking questions?

Why? I don’t know. Who knows? Nobody I guess. Then what’s the point in asking? None. If  I cant ask what are answers for? To calm you. To calm me? Yes. What is the sense in that? To carry on. To carry on where? Around the circle. How big a circle? Infinite. Might as well be a straight line ? maybe. When? Now. And after? Later. And before? A second ago. What? Time. What is it? An expression of yourself in space. Who am I? The reflection on the water. And who is he? The image in your eyes. Then again I must ask Why? That’s a curios question.  

Parsifal, y_a_m_g@hotmail.com, Venezuela

Asking questions?

Why? I don’t know. Who knows? Nobody I guess. Then what’s the point in asking? None. If  I cant ask what are answers for? To calm you. To calm me? Yes. What is the sense in that? To carry on. To carry on where? Around the circle. How big a circle? Infinite. Might as well be a straight line ? maybe. When? Now. And after? Later. And before? A second ago. What? Time. What is it? An expression of yourself in space. Who am I? The reflection on the water. And who is he? The image in your eyes. Then again I must ask Why? That’s a curios question.  

Parsifal, y_a_m_g@hotmail.com, Venezuela

UM POEMA DEDICADO A GABRIEL REBELO DA ROSA.

QUERIA PODER NUNCA MAIS SOFRER;
QUERIA PODER NÃO SER TÃO SENSÍVEL, E AÍ NÃO CHORAR
QUERIA PODER NUNCA MAIS AMAR, NEM ME APAIXONAR;
QUERIA PODER NÃO SENTIR SAUDADES;
QUERIA PODER SAIR PARA TOMAR SORVETE;
      E CONTINUAR NOSSA COLEÇÃO DE COLHERINHAS.
QUERIA PODER IR AO CINEMA COM VOCÊ;
QUERIA PODER COMPRAR CHIPS NO BIG, COM AS ÚLTIMAS MOEDAS;
QUERIA PODER CAMINHAR AO SEU LADO, QUALQUER CAMINHO;
QUERIA PODER FAZER VOCÊ ME AMAR, COMO ANTES;
QUERIA PODER ACORDAR COM UM SIMPLES OLHAR SEU;
QUERIA PODER VER FILME COM VOCÊ ENXUGANDO MINHAS LÁGRIMAS;
QUERIA PODER IR À CASA DO BAILE, E ATÉ BRIGAR;
QUERIA PODER TE ACORDAR PARA ME LEVAR EMBORA, DE MADRUGADA;
QUERIA PODER TOMAR CAPUCCINO NO POSTO DEPOIS DA FACULDADE;
QUERIA PODER NUNCA MAIS SENTIR ESSE APERTO NO CORAÇÃO;
QUERIA PODER COMER DIREITO;
QUERIA PODER DORMIR A NOITE INTEIRA, SEM ACORDAR CHORANDO;
QUERIA PODER FALAR COM VOCÊ;
QUERIA PODER NUNCA TER FEITO VOCÊ SOFRER;
QUERIA PODER O DIREITO DE TER APENAS, UNICAMENTE UM DOM...
FAZER O TEMPO VOLTAR ATRÁZ.

Sarita de Bem Joaquim saritabem@bol.com.br - Brasil

UM POEMA DEDICADO A GABRIEL REBELO DA ROSA.

QUERIA PODER NUNCA MAIS SOFRER;
QUERIA PODER NÃO SER TÃO SENSÍVEL, E AÍ NÃO CHORAR
QUERIA PODER NUNCA MAIS AMAR, NEM ME APAIXONAR;
QUERIA PODER NÃO SENTIR SAUDADES;
QUERIA PODER SAIR PARA TOMAR SORVETE;
      E CONTINUAR NOSSA COLEÇÃO DE COLHERINHAS.
QUERIA PODER IR AO CINEMA COM VOCÊ;
QUERIA PODER COMPRAR CHIPS NO BIG, COM AS ÚLTIMAS MOEDAS;
QUERIA PODER CAMINHAR AO SEU LADO, QUALQUER CAMINHO;
QUERIA PODER FAZER VOCÊ ME AMAR, COMO ANTES;
QUERIA PODER ACORDAR COM UM SIMPLES OLHAR SEU;
QUERIA PODER VER FILME COM VOCÊ ENXUGANDO MINHAS LÁGRIMAS;
QUERIA PODER IR À CASA DO BAILE, E ATÉ BRIGAR;
QUERIA PODER TE ACORDAR PARA ME LEVAR EMBORA, DE MADRUGADA;
QUERIA PODER TOMAR CAPUCCINO NO POSTO DEPOIS DA FACULDADE;
QUERIA PODER NUNCA MAIS SENTIR ESSE APERTO NO CORAÇÃO;
QUERIA PODER COMER DIREITO;
QUERIA PODER DORMIR A NOITE INTEIRA, SEM ACORDAR CHORANDO;
QUERIA PODER FALAR COM VOCÊ;
QUERIA PODER NUNCA TER FEITO VOCÊ SOFRER;
QUERIA PODER O DIREITO DE TER APENAS, UNICAMENTE UM DOM...
FAZER O TEMPO VOLTAR ATRÁZ.

Sarita de Bem Joaquim saritabem@bol.com.br - Brasil

i love you
 i need you 
i gotta have you
cause with out you i'll be gone 
sometime when i see you
you see me
your eyes glow like you like me
i see you all the time launging with your friends
sometime i think
will we every be
you know what i mean
i love you

emily

Intentions futile, Topmost
One passionate rose left behind
Dancing fire on my lip, Ash licked away
Endeavor to leave behind, who's loved inside?
Hopeless floundering, Vanished grounds
Unforgettable voice I love
Raw Emotion, Starving for what I had
Breakdown all hunger, the element is thirst
What longing I miss, I know the source of this
Shivering perpetually, don't fade away

Savannah Gibler savannah_gibler@yahoo.com United States of America

Can they tell whats in our minds?  Do they know if we hurt, love, or cry inside? do they care.  They just walk by.  Never acknowledging. Never nodding in affirmation nor denying nor pretending to know. Nor pretending to care.  A whisper in the wind...A spirit...a breeze on a summers night... barely touching your arm...a tickle ..was anyone even there?

Jenny Silva, Moonliteyes@Juno.com, Florida, USA

Can they tell whats in our minds?  Do they know if we hurt, love, or cry inside? do they care.  They just walk by.  Never acknowledging. Never nodding in affirmation nor denying nor pretending to know. Nor pretending to care.  A whisper in the wind...A spirit...a breeze on a summers night... barely touching your arm...a tickle ..was anyone even there?

Jenny Silva, Moonliteyes@Juno.com, Florida, USA

Can they tell whats in our minds?  Do they know if we hurt, love, or cry inside? do they care.  They just walk by.  Never acknowledging. Never nodding in affirmation nor denying nor pretending to know. Nor pretending to care.  A whisper in the wind...A spirit...a breeze on a summers night... barely touching your arm...a tickle ..was anyone even there?

Jenny Silva, Moonliteyes@Juno.com, Florida, USA

Heatt ache
I watch you from a far, knowing you used to be mine,
and now that has all gone, why I let you go I will never know. Every day my heart waits for you to return, so I can be whole again. You are the sun, you are my rain and the world wil never be the same with out you in it.
Oh how my heart ache's without you, please please give me one more chance to live our life again.
I was stupid and foulish to let you go. Why oh why does my heart ache so, over someone I hardly know. I pray you will look my way again, but untill that day my heart ache's

L x 

L Pegasus1983123@yahoo.co.uk UK

Heatt ache
I watch you from a far, knowing you used to be mine,
and now that has all gone, why I let you go I will never know. Every day my heart waits for you to return, so I can be whole again. You are the sun, you are my rain and the world wil never be the same with out you in it.
Oh how my heart ache's without you, please please give me one more chance to live our life again.
I was stupid and foulish to let you go. Why oh why does my heart ache so, over someone I hardly know. I pray you will look my way again, but untill that day my heart ache's

L x 

L Pegasus1983123@yahoo.co.uk UK

Heatt ache
I watch you from a far, knowing you used to be mine,
and now that has all gone, why I let you go I will never know. Every day my heart waits for you to return, so I can be whole again. You are the sun, you are my rain and the world wil never be the same with out you in it.
Oh how my heart ache's without you, please please give me one more chance to live our life again.
I was stupid and foulish to let you go. Why oh why does my heart ache so, over someone I hardly know. I pray you will look my way again, but untill that day my heart ache's

L x 

L Pegasus1983123@yahoo.co.uk UK

Heatt ache
I watch you from a far, knowing you used to be mine,
and now that has all gone, why I let you go I will never know. Every day my heart waits for you to return, so I can be whole again. You are the sun, you are my rain and the world wil never be the same with out you in it.
Oh how my heart ache's without you, please please give me one more chance to live our life again.
I was stupid and foulish to let you go. Why oh why does my heart ache so, over someone I hardly know. I pray you will look my way again, but untill that day my heart ache's i fuvking hate that bitchwho is with you!!!!! SHE DOES NOT DESERVE YOU WHY WAS I SUCH A STUCK UP BITCH NOT TO EVER LET YOU IN MY HEART I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I HAVE GTRIED TO GET YOU OUT OF MMY HEAD BUT YOU ARE ALWAYS THERE





L x 

L Pegasus1983123@yahoo.co.uk UK

my computer was like my girl
I touch it lovely

I'm Not Alone

I'm still out here on the great wilderness,
I can't stand my loneliness, my deep sadness....
But the thought of someone guiding me keeps me on,
And I know, soon enough, I'll see the morning sun...

I know I'm not alone, in my heart I hear,
The soothing voice of an angel is near....
In time I know my wings and dreams shall soar,
So listen to my voice and hear me roar...

I'm not alone, someone keeps me warm,
The Lord holds me in His strong arms....
I'm sure I'm safe as I sleep silently,
And I'll reach my goal, my dream eventually....

And now I shall end this short poetry,
This I render only to my dear family....
And ofcourse it includes our Lord, our God,
Without Him I'll lose all the gifts I had....

Pauline Anne Angelica M. Julian leen_1314@yahoo.com Philippines

I'm Not Alone

I'm still out here on the great wilderness,
I can't stand my loneliness, my deep sadness....
But the thought of someone guiding me keeps me on,
And I know, soon enough, I'll see the morning sun...

I know I'm not alone, in my heart I hear,
The soothing voice of an angel is near....
In time I know my wings and dreams shall soar,
So listen to my voice and hear me roar...

I'm not alone, someone keeps me warm,
The Lord holds me in His strong arms....
I'm sure I'm safe as I sleep silently,
And I'll reach my goal, my dream eventually....

And now I shall end this short poetry,
This I render only to my dear family....
And ofcourse it includes our Lord, our God,
Without Him I'll lose all the gifts I had....

Pauline Anne Angelica M. Julian leen_1314@yahoo.com Philippines

vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv

the sweet dishonesty of memory and time
is recounted in the truth of black and white
the image my tongue doesn't allow to emerge
eyes will tell the story

v. leigh vikib3@juno.com/usa

Dirty sneakers, dirty palms,
Dirty faces and minds.
Dirtied by visions of poverty
And hearts darkened by sights of foodstamp exchange;
Eyes heavy with tears that you're too man to let drop.
Pockets empty except for your last broken cigarette.
No money for Nicorette, wonder what everyone's looking at.
You stand out--side in the cold, 
Because the air says hello instead of,"Excuse me, sir,
But are you sure you're in the right place?"
The winds' words aren't laced with disdain, 
And the sky doesn't mean to look down at you.
You, my friend are not alone for I am a Black man, too.
We see through the same eyes and feel the same stabs
At our dignity.
We share the burdens and sorrows of our heritage
But are also charged with leading our wounded people to healthier days.
We have to take our brethren aside and instill pride 
Where there is only dejection,
Love where there is only hate,
And determination where the quitter's creed is heard.
WE must help ourselves, my brother.
For if we don't then we allow ourselves to grow complacant as slaves.

John William Henderson,jhenderson305@sprintpcs.com USA

Dirty sneakers, dirty palms,
Dirty faces and minds.
Dirtied by visions of poverty
And hearts darkened by sights of foodstamp exchange;
Eyes heavy with tears that you're too man to let drop.
Pockets empty except for your last broken cigarette.
No money for Nicorette, wonder what everyone's looking at.
You stand out--side in the cold, 
Because the air says hello instead of,"Excuse me, sir,
But are you sure you're in the right place?"
The winds' words aren't laced with disdain, 
And the sky doesn't mean to look down at you.
You, my friend are not alone for I am a Black man, too.
We see through the same eyes and feel the same stabs
At our dignity.
We share the burdens and sorrows of our heritage
But are also charged with leading our wounded people to healthier days.
We have to take our brethren aside and instill pride 
Where there is only dejection,
Love where there is only hate,
And determination where the quitter's creed is heard.
WE must help ourselves, my brother.
For if we don't then we allow ourselves to grow complacant as slaves.

John William Henderson,jhenderson305@sprintpcs.com USA

Gentlemen

The type of guy that I want in my life is a gentlemen.
A man that would kiss my hand, and open the door for me.
A man that would come into my life by kindness.
I want a man that’s adventurous, bright, funny, giving, hardworking,
 intelligent, interesting, kind, loving, mellow, natural, responsible, sociable,
 understanding, unique, wise, and that looks forward into the future.
A man that would love me for me, and not on how I look.
I had that kind of man in my life twice.
A man that would stand up for his rights, for freedom of speech, 
and whatever comes to mind.
A man that would stand up when I leave the table.
Someone Romantic.
Any man that reads this paper, 
and thinks he is a gentlemen step forward and enlighten me with your kindness.


By: Lisa L. Sands

Will they turn good?
Will they turn bad?
Light is guiding me,
but darkness is within me......
how long should I resist?
Should it just be like that?
The world show me light,
but it also show me darkness......
I belived in balance,
because is logical,
let them be the even force.

En Siah shinyjamesiah@yahoo.com USA, VA

Will they turn good?
Will they turn bad?
Light is guiding me,
but darkness is within me......
how long should I resist?
Should it just be like that?
The world show me light,
but it also show me darkness......
I belived in balance,
because is logical,
let them be the even force.

En Siah shinyjamesiah@yahoo.com USA, VA

HE TOUGHT ME WHAT HE KNOWS
MMMMMMMMMMMM YOU’VE GUESSED IT…
MY SECRET PAL IS JOE

LAURA, laura_teel@yahoo.com USA

dfs

Hello ,This is the first time I into your website 

My name is My Thao My email : thaolam04@yahoo.com and my country is Vietnam

Wishing

I wish you were there when I woke up at night
With cold sweat under my blanket;
Screaming for fear that never fades.

I wish you were there when I cried out loud
With tremble upon my skin;
Hoping for that pain to go away forever.

I wish you weren’t there to see me
When I am vulnerable and hopeless
When I have nothing more in my heart for you
When I could not smile anymore…

I wish you would never seen me in the eyes
Where no joy reflected there
Where pain and fear shown clearly in it
Where my smile never got in
Where you can see the truth I’ve been hiding

I wish you didn’t say those words
Which reminds me of every pain I’ve been trough
Which I heard every single night in my dreams
Which I fear the most 

But of all my wishes,
I wish you would never leave me
I wish you would be there when I need you 
Help me to ease my pain
And tell me that it would never happen again.

Guinevere, sneaky_keita@lycos.com, Indonesia

Wishing

I wish you were there when I woke up at night
With cold sweat under my blanket;
Screaming for fear that never fades.

I wish you were there when I cried out loud
With tremble upon my skin;
Hoping for that pain to go away forever.

I wish you weren’t there to see me
When I am vulnerable and hopeless
When I have nothing more in my heart for you
When I could not smile anymore…

I wish you would never seen me in the eyes
Where no joy reflected there
Where pain and fear shown clearly in it
Where my smile never got in
Where you can see the truth I’ve been hiding

I wish you didn’t say those words
Which reminds me of every pain I’ve been trough
Which I heard every single night in my dreams
Which I fear the most 

But of all my wishes,
I wish you would never leave me
I wish you would be there when I need you 
Help me to ease my pain
And tell me that it would never happen again.

Guinevere, sneaky_keita@lycos.com, Indonesia

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essa@pop.com.br

eu te amo

jualia julai@pop.com.br brasil

YO BREANN YOU ARE NICE
YOU REMIND ME OF A PERFECT SPICE
YOU ARE PRETTY 
YOU ARE HOT
AND YESTERDAY IT WAS MY FAULT
WILL YOU FORGIVE ME  FROM BEING HURT
EVERYTIME I SEE YOU I WILL BE ALERT.
SO PLEASE WILL YOU FORGIVE ME

R

非常好！

wkx163@163.com

roses are red, vilots are blue,
You stink like a pig, 
and your sister does too.

Kasey Edwards

ecological, decision, consolation, wept, numerous, knelt, designation, cleanse, definition, proclamation, recognition, composition, confidence, admiration, agility, bravado, cavity, aspiration, revelation, infinity

there once was a dog named joey
he was so cold and snuggly
mum wouldnt let us keep it
so i hid it in my bedroom 
where she couldnt find it.

un know person Queensland

Alma sem espírito vagas de ar que acompanham os movimentos do vento 
Que com o tempo evoluem e constituem forca e poder 
E em cada ser quase sem querer determinam o amanha o hoje o  agora a matança e a devora o sentimento e a alegria a verdadeira sangria de momentos testamentos que com tempo terão o seu medido valor 
 amor e dor um transparecer d calor de corpos expostos a experiencias inesperadas desempenhadas involuntariamente provando que momentos nada, são quando a expansão do interior se exterioriza.
Solidificação do verdadeiro ser só se identifica no vazio da sua transparencia

Alma sem espírito vagas de ar que acompanham os movimentos do vento 
Que com o tempo evoluem e constituem forca e poder 
E em cada ser quase sem querer determinam o amanha o hoje o  agora a matança e a devora o sentimento e a alegria a verdadeira sangria de momentos testamentos que com tempo terão o seu medido valor 
 amor e dor um transparecer d calor de corpos expostos a experiencias inesperadas desempenhadas involuntariamente provando que momentos nada, são quando a expansão do interior se exterioriza.
Solidificação do verdadeiro ser só se identifica no vazio da sua transparencia

ZULAIA@YAHOO.COM.br

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Love is blind, it has no end, for only those who belive can see. So why do i sit here all alone by myself, for i see it but do not feel it. Should i belive? It's said it has no hate, but why does it have hate for me.
FOR i belive.
So here i sit and wait, wait for that right day, that love will come my way.
For i belive, love is blind it has no end.

mdavis1985@cfl.rr.com

Love is blind, it has no end, for only those who belive can see. So why do i sit here all alone by myself, for i see it but do not feel it. Should i belive? It's said it has no hate, but why does it have hate for me.
FOR i belive.
So here i sit and wait, wait for that right day, that love will come my way.
For i belive, love is blind it has no end.

mdavis1985@cfl.rr.com

My fate is in your hands
Do what you will with me

My fate is in your hands
Do what you will with me

What our future my hold

What the future holds is unknown,
discontent, sorrow and peace,
the people persistently moan,
Bring our soldiers home.
Bring our soldiers home.

The rich seem to get richer,
the poor become poorer,
living today a nightmare,
a real life horror.

On the streets thousands are found,
jobless people by the thousands mound.

Insane leaders try to take hold,
while war time stories are being told,
the news papers by thousands are being sold.

Families being torn apart,
come on U.S. get smart.
Our President insures us he's doing his best,
even while protesters try to make a mess.

What our future may hold,
day by day we wait, watch and listen for it to unfold.
As in the Good book the pages turn,
throught each event possible we will learn,
still FREEDOM and PEACE our hearts yearn.

In this darkess hour a cloud drifts,
our hands open wide to the American soldiers we lift.

Kathleen Johnson Breakfield kathleenbreakfield@yahoo.com

What our future my hold

What the future holds is unknown,
discontent, sorrow and peace,
the people persistently moan,
Bring our soldiers home.
Bring our soldiers home.

The rich seem to get richer,
the poor become poorer,
living today a nightmare,
a real life horror.

On the streets thousands are found,
jobless people by the thousands mound.

Insane leaders try to take hold,
while war time stories are being told,
the news papers by thousands are being sold.

Families being torn apart,
come on U.S. get smart.
Our President insures us he's doing his best,
even while protesters try to make a mess.

What our future may hold,
day by day we wait, watch and listen for it to unfold.
As in the Good book the pages turn,
throught each event possible we will learn,
still FREEDOM and PEACE our hearts yearn.

In this darkess hour a cloud drifts,
our hands open wide to the American soldiers we lift.

Kathleen Johnson Breakfield kathleenbreakfield@yahoo.com

What our future my hold

What the future holds is unknown,
discontent, sorrow and peace,
the people persistently moan,
Bring our soldiers home.
Bring our soldiers home.

The rich seem to get richer,
the poor become poorer,
living today a nightmare,
a real life horror.

On the streets thousands are found,
jobless people by the thousands mound.

Insane leaders try to take hold,
while war time stories are being told,
the news papers by thousands are being sold.

Families being torn apart,
come on U.S. get smart.
Our President insures us he's doing his best,
even while protesters try to make a mess.

What our future may hold,
day by day we wait, watch and listen for it to unfold.
As in the Good book the pages turn,
throught each event possible we will learn,
still FREEDOM and PEACE our hearts yearn.

In this darkess hour a cloud drifts,
our hands open wide to the American soldiers we lift.

Kathleen Johnson Breakfield kathleenbreakfield@yahoo.com

What our future my hold

What the future holds is unknown,
discontent, sorrow and peace,
the people persistently moan,
Bring our soldiers home.
Bring our soldiers home.

The rich seem to get richer,
the poor become poorer,
living today a nightmare,
a real life horror.

On the streets thousands are found,
jobless people by the thousands mound.

Insane leaders try to take hold,
while war time stories are being told,
the news papers by thousands are being sold.

Families being torn apart,
come on U.S. get smart.
Our President insures us he's doing his best,
even while protesters try to make a mess.

What our future may hold,
day by day we wait, watch and listen for it to unfold.
As in the Good book the pages turn,
throught each event possible we will learn,
still FREEDOM and PEACE our hearts yearn.

In this darkess hour a cloud drifts,
our hands open wide to the American soldiers we lift.

Kathleen Johnson Breakfield kathleenbreakfield@yahoo.com

What our future my hold

What the future holds is unknown,
discontent, sorrow and peace,
the people persistently moan,
Bring our soldiers home.
Bring our soldiers home.

The rich seem to get richer,
the poor become poorer,
living today a nightmare,
a real life horror.

On the streets thousands are found,
jobless people by the thousands mound.

Insane leaders try to take hold,
while war time stories are being told,
the news papers by thousands are being sold.

Families being torn apart,
come on U.S. get smart.
Our President insures us he's doing his best,
even while protesters try to make a mess.

What our future may hold,
day by day we wait, watch and listen for it to unfold.
As in the Good book the pages turn,
throught each event possible we will learn,
still FREEDOM and PEACE our hearts yearn.

In this darkess hour a cloud drifts,
our hands open wide to the American soldiers we lift.

Kathleen Johnson Breakfield kathleenbreakfield@yahoo.com

What our future my hold

What the future holds is unknown,
discontent, sorrow and peace,
the people persistently moan,
Bring our soldiers home.
Bring our soldiers home.

The rich seem to get richer,
the poor become poorer,
living today a nightmare,
a real life horror.

On the streets thousands are found,
jobless people by the thousands mound.

Insane leaders try to take hold,
while war time stories are being told,
the news papers by thousands are being sold.

Families being torn apart,
come on U.S. get smart.
Our President insures us he's doing his best,
even while protesters try to make a mess.

What our future may hold,
day by day we wait, watch and listen for it to unfold.
As in the Good book the pages turn,
throught each event possible we will learn,
still FREEDOM and PEACE our hearts yearn.

In this darkess hour a cloud drifts,
our hands open wide to the American soldiers we lift.

Kathleen Johnson Breakfield kathleenbreakfield@yahoo.com

Love
Forever
Always

good morning
go to school
live together
love

......Love is what I feel for you......

..




Love is what I feel for you,


with all my heart, with all my soul.


Love is the way you do


to our love right from the start.


Love is the greatest feeling


when your eyes meet mine.


Love is the way I keep all your loving,


all the joy that you bring to my life.


Love is always the answers 


to all of the questions.


And my love will be forever


through the book of my life.




-Singlemom99-


July3, 2009

Tanya Mc Causland, tanya-donald@excite.com,Thailand

......Love is what I feel for you......

Love is what I feel for you,


with all my heart, with all my soul.


Love is the way you do


to our love right from the start.


Love is the greatest feeling


when your eyes meet mine.


Love is the way I keep all your loving,


all the joy that you bring to my life.


Love is always the answers 


to all of the questions.


And my love will be forever


through the book of my life.




-Singlemom-


July3, 2009

Tanya Mc Causland/tanya-donald@excite.com/Thailand

......Love is what I feel for you......

Love is what I feel for you,


with all my heart, with all my soul.


Love is the way you do


to our love right from the start.


Love is the greatest feeling


when your eyes meet mine.


Love is the way I keep all your loving,


all the joy that you bring to my life.


Love is always the answers 


to all of the questions.


And my love will be forever


through the book of my life.




-Singlemom-


July3, 2009

Tanya Mc Causland/tanya-donald@excite.com/Thailand

......Love is what I feel for you......

Love is what I feel for you,


with all my heart, with all my soul.


Love is the way you do


to our love right from the start.


Love is the greatest feeling


when your eyes meet mine.


Love is the way I keep all your loving,


all the joy that you bring to my life.


Love is always the answers 


to all of the questions.


And my love will be forever


through the book of my life.




-Singlemom-


July3, 2009

Tanya Mc Causland/tanya-donald@excite.com/Thailand

Para ti la hora es ya diferente 
pero no dejara de ser tan solo una impresión.
Si se desvió su posición 
y cambio la incidencia con que en tu piel paria
la luz  primorosa reflexionaba
ahora  inconmensurable es la sensación
que tañe, la rotación, ligeras cadencias con tus huesos a temporadas
diferentes y según la ocasión.

david prada, keztabec@gmail.com, colombia (south america)

Para ti la hora es ya diferente 
pero no dejara de ser tan solo una impresión.
Si se desvió su posición 
y cambio la incidencia con que en tu piel paria
la luz  primorosa reflexionaba
ahora  inconmensurable es la sensación
que tañe, la rotación, ligeras cadencias con tus huesos a temporadas
diferentes y según la ocasión.

david prada, keztabec@gmail.com, colombia (south america)

      The sprit of South Africa

As a helpless nation
our country was taken
right inside our hands,
right infrond of our eyes.

A nation that belong our great grand fathers.who wher on the biggest fear.until south african hero saved the nation.

The time UTATA Nelson Mandela stives for freedom.
Until we were freed.
We stoped to bleed 
and started to belive and feel the relif.
U-TATA NELSON MANDELA is the sprit of South Africa.

lebogang,makgano.teffo@yahoo.com,South Africa

      The sprit of South Africa

As a helpless nation
our country was taken
right inside our hands,
right infrond of our eyes.

A nation that belong our great grand fathers.who wher on the biggest fear.until south african hero saved the nation.

The time UTATA Nelson Mandela stives for freedom.
Until we were freed.
We stoped to bleed 
and started to belive and feel the relif.
U-TATA NELSON MANDELA is the sprit of South Africa.

lebogang,makgano.teffo@yahoo.com,South Africa

      The sprit of South Africa

As a helpless nation
our country was taken
right inside our hands,
right infrond of our eyes.

A nation that belong our great grand fathers.who wher on the biggest fear.until south african hero saved the nation.

The time UTATA Nelson Mandela stives for freedom.
Until we were freed.
We stoped to bleed 
and started to belive and feel the relif.
U-TATA NELSON MANDELA is the sprit of South Africa.

lebogang,makgano.teffo@yahoo.com,South Africa

      The sprit of South Africa

As a helpless nation
our country was taken
right inside our hands,
right infrond of our eyes.

A nation that belong our great grand fathers.who wher on the biggest fear.until south african hero saved the nation.

The time UTATA Nelson Mandela stives for freedom.
Until we were freed.
We stoped to bleed 
and started to belive and feel the relif.
U-TATA NELSON MANDELA is the sprit of South Africa.

lebogang,makgano.teffo@yahoo.com,South Africa

There is a place I know,
Where very few go,
Where we have a piece,
That's never at peace.

Scott Kendall,SKendall@gmail.com, USA

My soul is a beautifully crafted A sailing vessel capable of reaching uncharted seas and lands. A natural element of my being. and yours too. for we all are children a of loving being. beautifully crafted vessels capable of finding the ultimate destination.  (discovering who you are) OR (DISCOVERING YOURSELF) AMEN IS THE JOY OF THE VOYAGE. By Michael Anthoy Girault 5/30/12

Giraultmichael24@yahoo.com

My soul is a beautifully crafted A sailing vessel capable of reaching uncharted seas and lands. A natural element of my being. and yours too. for we all are children a of loving being. beautifully crafted vessels capable of finding the ultimate destination.  (discovering who you are) OR (DISCOVERING YOURSELF) AMEN IS THE JOY OF THE VOYAGE. By Michael Anthoy Girault 5/30/12

Giraultmichael24@yahoo.com

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I want to move what is potentially unwritten,
take into consideration that my view is
the only image I can see.
First move to the night, 
Find the space to be, there
because without it---I wouldn't have been able to move
I am still not
a quarter of  million.
Try to imagine something not desired.

Andrea, azavalafolache@gmail.com, Spain/Netherlands