Love Poem
by Spirk Spirkelson 

Sun shines down
The loney one sighs
Light without warmth
Wishing and hoping
Yet the warmth stays nigh
Nothing but misery
a crying in the dark
Still struggles the light
To touch, to caress
Stretch of the hand
Need to be free
The struggle is great
But the light is paitient
The slightest of touch
The one does feel
Lifted from darkness
To be bathed in love
Gently curls the sun's embrace
Safe at last

 

 

Angel 
by éxca££i-waßßit

When a child dies 
the world weeps 
mourning for the short life 
now lost. 

But in heaven 
they are rejoicing 
welcoming the tiny angel 
into eternity 

~~~~~~~~~ 

One day a tiny angel 
made his way 
down a flower strewn path 
stumbling, toddling 
clutching a tiny teddy bear 
in his hand. 

His sturdy little legs 
carried him, onward 
to the place he 
wished to be. 

Looking up he paused, 
seeing He for whom 
this small morsel had searched. 
Smiling, God reached down 
and held the little boy close to his heart. 

"what is it" little one, He asked. 
The little angel looked troubled 
and in a piping voice asked, 
"Why is Mommy crying?" 

The Lord sighed softly 
and cradled the tiny boy 
"she misses you." 
"but doesn't she know I'm happy here?" 
"she cannot see through her tears" 
"I want to show her" 

So God sent the mother friends. 
To comfort her, and hold her 
as He would. 
And she knew, at last 
that the little angel 
was happy. 

 

 

Twink Love Potion
by CopperPenny 

Two oak leaves - crimson in colour
Fresh snow - under the moonlight
Pure spring water - after first thaw
A flower from the purple Daphne bush
A single tear taken from a girl's cheek - after her first kiss of love.
Take the snow for purity
the Daphne for sweetness
The spring water for freshness
Crimson leaves for colour and joy
The teardrop for loves sadness.
Blend
stir gently
sip sparingly. 

 

Garden Poetry
by Wasser B. Maus 

The Wind tickles my nose
The grass brushes my feet
Flutterybye kisses my toes

The wind brings scents to the nose
The air is filled with the sound of crows
Flutterby kisses my toes

 

 

Passions Feast
by CopperPenny 

Were I to feast to loves' delight
What else but thee would be in sight ?
Forelocks of crab with succor's claw
Cunning eels and oysters' raw
Lobsters bursting skins too tight
Puddings melt with every bite
Peaches, figs, grapes so blue 
Each contains the taste of you

 

 

Twilight
by Acolyte Justice 

There was once a Dragon named Twilight
Who had a scale so sharp Rabbit made her file it
She twitched and she turned
Then upon her return
She said "Ha" I went to Vmart and made a tile of it.

 

 

For a Friend's 50th Birthday 
by Circe

A span of fifty years seems long, except 
that in a life so rich and wonderswept 
tis but a prologue in the tale she writes 
as wisdom weds to passionate delights. 
One drop of boundless sea drips from her pen, 
composing worlds without from realms within. 

 

 

She 
 by Journalist, 2002

snuggly cozy warm 
fingertipcrazydriving 
velvetty blond skin

 

 

Struggle with Muse 
by Thiede 

I cannot rhyme just as old shakespeare did 
and bring my thoughts in finely tempered lines;
my very words declare themselves unfit 
to paint the images that my soul finds. 
I don't give breath to bright an fragile dreams 
I don't express sweet magic in my rhymes; 
if I bring out an image by my means 
it could be better said a thousand times. 
What clear and gentle formed within my mind 
appears on paper hard and blurred to read; 
whatever once seemes of a graceful kind 
is coarse annd clumsy now to me indeed. 
I write, and rewirte, till the words relent 
try changes, search myself, and yet I'm not content. 

 

 

brilliance
by Thiede

inside a glass marble the light breaks
flashes, reflects, a white glow
wandering, rolling in my hand

faces, facets, fascinating
dazzling, imperceptible persons
shining with all the colours in the world
and yet we see but few

unlimited possibilities, countless facets
we catch but a few, remein blind to the others;
to some we close our eyes
deliberately, refuse to see

the innumerable notes of music
piercingly high pitch and rumbling bass.
and yet we folow a tune
woven only in our mind
picked out of manifold sounds.

brilliant, this music;
brilliancce that dazzles our senses
flashing, fading, the vision vanishes
and some soft tune will go unremarked forever
yet it is there, in its own right