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M Moon
ANSWERS: 25
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Yes, I've written thirty some odd poems.
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Of course...poetry is warm soup for the soul. Yet, none have survived the inevitable test known solely as time.
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I love to write poems. I have been writing them for years and years. I don't like to brag, but some of them are very good...
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yes many, here is one i wrote about a friend i met on line. Impression of Rain Although her life was nothing, like she thought that it would be, She always gave her very best, for the whole damn world to see. She never drew attention to herself; she remained inside her space, The only time her tears would fall is when the rain danced on her face. Her two sad little eyes were painted into a brilliant shade of blue, And if you listened to her heartbeat, you would hear that it was true. She spread her love and compassion, to every soul that she embraced, Never once had she been judgmental, no matter who she faced. She would often turned toward humor, to hide all her hurt and pain, Although her name is Cheryl, she much rather you called her Rain. You know I have seen a lot of this woman, hidden deep inside myself, Watching how she protects her emotions, by keeping them to herself. But the day that we found each other, and we shared in spoken word, In a heartbeat through the raindrops we found our emotions can be heard.
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Sure, i've always enjoyed writting. I used to post them online when I was younger.
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I try, then I just start tapping my feet to them...
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yeah i've written a few
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Yes but it has been a long time...I have to be inspired...and well here lately I am not very inspired.
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You've inspired me! http://www.answerbag.com/q_view/379639/?page=2&
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‘IT WAS SOMETHING’© There once was a man who saw black and white who dared hope for a technicolor wife He searched high and low pacing ‘round for years He did not know she would answer his prayers Multiple magic colors of many hues was she this woman made in Heaven happily meant for he As last, they together Oh...a rainbow of tones from sun up to sun down theirs hearts became home Technicolor replaced a black and white style in full prisms glory they now always smiled One Flesh! they would cry in passionate embrace for now they were one their destiny turned fate! © Moon 2007
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Roses are red Violets are blue This is my poem It was written for you
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I'm reaching for the sun but all it does is burn, So I reach for you instead and all you do is turn, I smile, laugh and dance, Hoping you'll give me a chance, As you look at her in awe, The tears are all I saw, I hold my chest in pain, And try to keep myself sane, When your not in mine eyes sight, My feelings and emotions fight, My head spins and my body aches as I ask you why, You shrug your shoulders and begin to sigh, I dip my head down and begin to cry, Your no better than you were before, My body aches and my heart is sore, Should I let you stay or walk out the door, I start to shake as tears slide down my face, At this moment all I want is space, You make me happy and you make me sad, Your oh so good and oh so bad, What do I do? I wish I knew....
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i think i have but long ago i kept them short they bored me so but then i`d add another line then i`d lose all track of time
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"C"reation and "E"reation © Some that think there outta be a blind belief in the Big "C" In the name of Faith, it proved to be Hate and war, pure castastrophe While history shows us a potpourri The Big "C" proves mere tyranny Even those Pharisee could now agree Lord's love was through a chimpanzee Foresee that's not a bad pedigree Creatures who flew from tree to tree As man's landing was a guarantee That you and I would have repartee So give us a cheer for the Big "E" Succeeding under this wide canopy And literally grown a spawned receipe That science has proved for you and me The Tree of Knowledge turns out to be A limb to swing from, don't you agree? Each shared bonding becomes destiny That all creatures live in symphony Let's celebrate those chimps in colloquy That kept speaking through their company As peace abounds for those protégée Who accept Logic and Love as pure Harmony Moon 'o7©
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Yes. i write many poems.
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THE SHAKING WORLD© written ON September 11, 2001 If the world is blind, we can open our own eyes If the world needs to nest, we can build limbs on one tree If the world is ignorant, we can teach what we know If the world is hostile, we can ask simple questions If the world is afraid , we can light all darkness If the world heart is broken, we can mend through patience If the world seems closed, we can unlock our own doors If the world doesn't understand, we can educate with empathy If the world mouth says ‘My God!,' we can answer, ‘You too?’ If the world stands frozen, we can melt it with empathy If the world hand is empty, we can reach out to hold it If the world stomach is hungry, we can cultivate how to feed it If the world is pessimistic, we can nurture imagination If the world feels restless, we can first seek peace within If the world is filled with sorrow, we can embrace forgiveness If the world feels separate, we can become as one united beholding ONE world ... together! Moon© 9.11.01
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This is a poem I intend to read to my beloved. We will be celebrating our 25th this November and happily re-taking our vows. What do you think about this, I wrote it FOR him: INSIDE EACH OTHER© Inside each other we remember Home We are blessed And if there be more time only I ask ... everything and nothing to know your thoughts to believe in your secret to hear your every word to understand all the reasons to see through your eyes to rejoice with you to bathe in your scent to feel your sensuality to live in awe with you to dance with passion to celebrate our children to sing with them for the earth to be a part of the parade to be simply quiet, silent waves on the ocean stones tossed from the sea eternally, perfectly earth, heaven and light playing And if there be no more time we will know that a gift has been bestowed upon us that once given cannot ever be taken back Always on the inside ... bursting forth Moon 'o7©
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A few. They're never very good. I'm not much for poetry. I like to read it, but writing it isn't my forte. I don't know much about iambs and such. Here's one I wrote just the other day. They're never very long. -Invisible- Brilliant onyx made invisible by the dull vibrancies of the gray rainbow. A black sheep in the flock of white beaten by the corrupt shepherd. A beautiful quiet voice drowned out by the synthetic croaks of lying idols. Hidden in the shadows of false greatness and weak strength.
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Lots and lots...songs too.
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Yes...here's one I wrote a while ago (found it while packing) The Boy would run free Pick at every shiny object and laugh when he fell - All the more proud of the scar he'd come to bear Battle scars, he believed would make him a man. He would chase after aimless dreams Follow no footsteps but his own And laugh away warnings of what would inevitably come. His tube of fellow misfits All outfitted in similarly ridiculous costumes would band together for trouble A Fight. But scattered with the wind for greater issues. The Boy would laugh, love, learn, disappear.... But one day, something went wrong. The shiny object became dull and gray, The battlefield scars he so loved suddenly, it seemed, Were just unsightly marks showing a life of loss. And his band of misfits? One day, the wind blew - and they didn't find their way back. The Boy was in trouble. No longer a Boy the world would see - but a Man, with no sense of direction. The Boy became a Man, this Boy, who disappeared overnight, became a Man, alone.
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I wrote this to the love of my life, I'm not certain it can be classified as poetry, but I'd like to share it. My Love I've been Blessed all of my life for things I've taken for granted I've made excuses for dumb luck and tried to claim I'm cursed I've made more stupid mistakes than about anyone I know I've regrets that will haunt and trouble me till the Good Lord Forgives But I've never felt a more incredible sense of Satisfaction and Pride Than when You made me feel I was worthy of Your deepest love You seemed to think I had potential beyond what others saw in me Like you truly believed I could be the good man that you deserved I'll never feel a greater happiness than when you were by my side I will love you with all of my heart till my dying day Me
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yeah, mostly when i'm having a bad day or just when i have an itch to write something down.
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I used to write all time, it's been a while though.
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yes i have written many poems
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Yes, I've written many poems. In two languages... if I count them, I could go up to 200 I believe xD
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