The Poetry Corner

Thank You for entering my poerty page. I hope you enjoy the selections I have chosen to display. Some of them are rather dark, but that is just me...*EG*

There was a time when I was normal, at least that is what I choose to believe. I think I must have decided that it was boring to be so. Well I do remember losing my mind somewhere on rt. 70 in 1992. *shrugs* If you have found it, I really don't want it back. I'm having to much fun now.

What I have done with my poetry corner is given you a brief description of most of the poems. And as I was once a headbangin, big hair, tight jeans, partyin, lil, teeny bopper of the '80's. I tend to be a bit of a wise cracker. But it's all for fun.

So take a seat, relax and enjoy the corner. Um, by the way. Some of my experiences from my past often come out to haunt here. So if you scare easy, BEWARE. *snickers* Things may come a runnin across the screen from time to time.

One thing I do ask is that if you decide to copy or use any of my poems, please ask first. The reason is I like to get feedback from all. And if you are going to use any of my stuff I would like to know where.

My first selections are about time. As I am forever thinking about ....everything...time obviously plays a big part in that.

Time

Memories of the Heart

(written 10-11-97)

(written 8-28-98)

The funny thing about time is, it doesn't stop to talk about the weather

Pictures on a page A passage in a book Time tick-tocking by

It could care less about the latest styles

A little girl's smile Daffodils in the Spring Star's on a full-moon night

Time doesn't watch its calories nor its fat intake

True loves first kiss The song playing when it happened Eyes looking at you filled with pride

You'll never see time taking a day off to relax

It doesn't bicker or decide it is time to goto war

Things that are cherished and held close through the years Are memmories of the heart.

In fact, it's really one of the only things in life that we can count on to remain the same

Times don't change ....WE do.

~To Whom it may concern~

(written 1-10-98)

To Whom it may concern:

Gone fishing today Be back when all's been played Want to visit the sun in the sky Mr. Moon smiling at his cousin star's

Can't wait to glide into the water So crytal clear Reflecting colors I've always known And have yet to discover

It is such a different world down there So tranquil and happy Yes, happy, I say Come sometime to see and play

One floats on by One jumps so high One sings the blues One whispers, "I love you"

Tomorrow comes My night sky fades No more moonlight Glistening on the waves

Pack up my stuff Caught alot of memmories -memo to self- Do this again soon

I am a spititual person. I pray every night. The next poem in my corner is to me one telling of the beauty of the world and how no matter how different we are, and our differences I realize make us special and unique, we are still from the same roots. Still from the same being, God, our Father.

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(written 1-11-98)

Mountains so high to the green lush valleys I glide o'er hills of purple and red to rivers of crystal blue look up to the golden firey sky then to the mysterious silver moon Talk to the grass swaying gentely in a soft spring breeze listen carefully to the message of the waves caressing me in the sea Close my eyes and feel the warm embrace of sun run to the highest peak to hear the echos of my heart Raise my hands to praise my Maker Thank HIm for his love and the wonderful gift of life, nature, and our common thread From the same dust we were made From the same dust we will always be.

Okay, okay...I know I have told you already about my teen life. But here is a poem about me crying and wining about missing all the hard and heavy music. *sighs*

What happened to the Music

(written 1-16-98)

Time is like a candle burning in the wind striving to maintain while society concedes...more change One more era lost in the pages of history One more moment Held to heart by a generation Now frozen in the ages of the past A part of us forever holds on to the memory of our youth A part of us yeilds to change more apt to conform rather than commit Yet another part rebels to regain .

Relive the golden age out with the new hold on to the old Nevertheless enters the defeated sigh For even if the old should make another debute It would still be mingled with the new The preverbial candle blowing in the wind HAS DIED only to continue In some small way in time

Page two...mushy, lovey, funny

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