The following two poems ("Flowers Of The Sea" and "Chance") are collaberated ones, that were done...inside of a chat session...and my first attempts at this kind of poetry writing.
 
 
 
"Turtle Number Eight"

 "...Turtle carries the safe 
passage, a key to the
peace of both yes and no
living. Together in real
time with clean hearts.
Stick your neck out. 
Carry iron on your back
and a shield upon your
belly. Keep the nails
long and sharp, just for 
digging up the truth. 
Don't be afraid to go  
away."
 

by the American Indian 
Computer Art Project
 
 
Flowers Of The Sea
 
Flowers,,,of the sea
growing drowning gracefully
Floating to the surface,,,like a feather in the wind
beauty submerged, but yearning to break free
In your eyes,,I see the flower of your heart
the soul submerged, sometimes torn apart
standing in the space of emptyness
to find a Home in this worldly abyss
the chaos,,gives way to order for this?
You may be lost, but not alone
Alone,,in here with you it is known,
what failed words do not express, hearts can
For my heart it is who I am
and if, perchance, with the passing of hearts,
or the touch of a hand
The feathered flower falls to the land
a merging, a planting, a growing might start
It is of this possibility, that comes from my heart.
 
Collaberated verse by KH(turtle) and Gary H....December 22, 1996

The following poem and work of art represent to me...the dynamic of what women have experienced not only in real life but in chat rooms as well...allthough there is a dual meaning, (the poem vs the picture), here...the question is can you see or relate to it?  Let me know what you think.

 
"She Screens" by Rowles
"You reach out for her. Yet there is no way to get through. Her screens protect her.
In the back of a car she becomes yours, yet you never find a way to touch her."
 
A Chance 
 
We hold hands 
a soft embrace 
the touch of two 
face to face. 
 
It is for this place 
that we seem to race 
your eyes see thru mine 
the colors the lines 
we fall into each other 
like no other. 
 
Lost in one look 
breathing your breath 
hearts beat 
as eyes meet 
time lost 
total peace.
 
We lay on the blanket of space 
the stars and the planets 
show the depth that we've become 
the aura and your skin of lace 
the ectasy solid as granites 
we are now..now..one. 
 
A collaberated verse: By Denise C.(IssoNice) and Gary H.
 

Debra and the Ocean
 
Don't worry, it's a phase,
like an ocean wave!!
Breaking down...on the shore,
the sand...swarms away..from the on rush.
Like bees out of their nest,
disturbed from the un-rest.
 
The white foam..covers me up.
The erosion of things..gone bye.
The wave flows up the slanted shore,
towards the possibility of the softness
of your feet..as they sink into my heart.
 
Like rolling hills...it beats....
rolling up and down.
I see you
not in the distance...but near,
their is nothing to fear.
 
Here on the ground,
not planted
but free...to flow back into the ocean
and back again to you..
for you...
with you.
 
Written by Gary H....November 17, 1996
 
 
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