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Hey,work was slowing so I wrote this for all.With so much talent on this moon please post your words so we can enjoy also.Beyound war,Paul.The trellisTime seems to be going by so fastSometimes I feel like I?m breathing in while letting out the last.The tree I planted I now stand under you armsThe river banks have changed their directionsAnd as I look into the reflection my heart grows looking in your directionThe soles of my shoes worn form the pathI reach out my hand to touch your hair as you laughThe clouds seem to be so low at times they wet my browI move forward in this web holding onto beliefLearning from all as I look to see your eyesTouch the day, feel the gift, believe in your life.Shadows cover us sometimes but they are created by the light. Sand and sea it?s only you and I in the wind of change.Each ring in the water will touch another finding its way to the shore.The flowers we planted grow beautiful blooms and leaves of greenIt reminds me of the important things, those wonderful things you said to meso many years ago and that look in your eyes I saw just today.Touch the day, feel the gift, believe in your life.Shadows cover us sometimes but they are created by the light.When we move with the wind there is no need to fight.Paul Cronin 2005

We want more of those here, dear Paul!Don't hide them away any longer, please!Love it!Elfin

Encore Paul

fine work!!!you're gifted

thanks for sharing such thoughtfull words!!!!very nice!

seasons will pass me by, I get up I get down Good to read you again Paul

Very nice, PC... bravo

"Shadows cover us sometimes but they are created by the light"I like that thought Paul, it speaks to me, thank you.

Here's a couple of mine...I've posted these here a while back...Dark Moon WisdomDark moon powerDark moon wisdomHalf moon listingLike a drunken flower, kissingDark man riding, dark horse flyingMoon shine bright eyesDark soul hidingBehind metal eyesthat shineHis grim conversation , we begin to seeThe darkling half-king grins at the resultsOf his full moon power...full moon wisdomTrance dance action - month of JuneWe see, we feel, we fear...the moonThe shaking, the earthquake a-coming soonkingdom come ...he grins and is happy nowcause he's the man of the hourwith dark moon power... Mood MaidenThey frowned at this man, this humanBut she glowed at his touch,andHe loved her so deep, almost too dearThat she gave up the moonin retreat in the gloom, to bewith this man, Her love so deep, her love to keepThat he basked in her love,and glowed with new prideWhen she give him a son and in moon-blood she died

hey, we should collect our poems here!wasn't there the poem of the day? and my two poems? just search!^^

very cool folks , this is why I started this post.I hope other will share there words - as they bulid our lives.Here is a older one I liked - hope you like it also:FractureTranquil the water seems for nowBoasting of certainty the curtain falls and the mannequin?s strings are cut.Shall we break the bread made for the dead as the Cardinal calls for his mate in the dark.Freedom it don?t come with desert.So much taken with so little given.Makes ya uncertain that we are livinIn this political soupThe counter continues to tic as the now is lost into the thenIts pain to see that the mortar that we build our lives is weakPound out your frustrations it only brings you back to yourself.The building hides your fearsWhile the builders turn the gearsStanding in water the electricity snapsPlace your hand on the book as it burnsSipping the dirty waterThe food comes with a billThe bill comes with a person That will see you get your fill.Paul Cronin 2004And a another I wrote that the Talented "MR. Crow" Jon Larson put to music:The WheelStartled by the intrusion a process beginsThe steam ignites the electrons to dance All the while you glance at the wheel it makes you move this way and that.It seems hard to control the nuances with each demanding my attentionSome things get skipped so that others may become.Leftover nutrients sink in their sauce, as the driving hands never stop.Running to catch you, the obligations they snatch you.I will find the time for you, nothing is worth chasing just dreams.Stay with me, for the moment is here for you to be near me.Running to reach you the absence can only teach you.A light moves steadily down the tracks wishing it was the one to take me back.It is a race, which is not by choice to a place where you have no voice.Building the blocks that make the whole I still glance to see if it is over.But the building becomes cold and the seconds becomes a financial role.Running to catch you, the obligations they snatch you.I will find the time for you, nothing is worth chasing just dreams.Stay with me, for the moment is here for you to be near me.Running to reach you the absence can only teach you.The clock never stops another day it robs me of you.Paul Cronin 2004I wiil write something new tomorrow -I had some cool stuff happen over the weeked.Anyway they say she comes on a pale horse.......Peace,Paul

great words Paul, I like very much the chorus of The Wheel

Sorry friends, I really, really love what everyone wrote so far(the wheel was my favourite from you for longer, Paul, its great you show them for all now!)and Cyn, I also love, love yours! although it brings up some very strange associations, as for Peter Hammill etc...who at present is "bombing" Berlin and around(Babelsberg), like a blind boy...F...sorry, aehm...but he is so silly about this...I won't listen, just read his part...(he should better go back to his family!)You heard about the new earthquake in turkey?....Elfin

Again, I know there are Lunitic's whom write ,compose and help many by what they say - Thanks Elfin pepole say the same to me - I should share so to bring others to voice.Here is today's.PaulHiddenTrace the face in the glass, it has this message from the past.Great pain was made to stand as truth as if done by a surgeon to a tooth.Water can wash the stain away but it?s the kind that leaves a trace.Tell your little storiesBreak the confidence What lies seem to be true another purposed it was you.You advertise for one thing but sell anotherIt makes me feel that you would get rid of your own mother.The child takes the cookie but denies the eventFolded hands, a tear in the eye, flushed cheeks that still deny.Spill the tales that make you safePush aside the obvious for your own goalsWhat lies seem to be true another purposed it was you.Tragic you have lost all whom you knewTheir leaving due to your pre made stewI give my hand in faith but again it is all a waste.For the lies are the only thing I taste.

we should make a book for all these poems...what about the lunies'poems for every situation? or poems from the moon?just have to search some of mine.. but tomorrow not today, it's much too late now for a pupil to be awake, isn't it?

You advertise for one thing but sell anotherIt makes me feel that you would get rid of your own mother.I love your poem, really!Thats exactly another one, I wanted to talk about with you, Paul, and by now, it rather seems, someone else(a man in this case) should have it(the above line...). I mean, someone is selling his heart, and I really mean this!SELLING, getting money for singing about it on stage, yet wanting something else in the end....like a pretender..Thus, people said:" Yes, on stage he is good...", but....and I can't help, heard this many, many times, thus only laugh, if then they even blame for not having listened, for real! (no names here)So, its not only women, you see...And WHO wishes to be just one in the (looong!)line(already confirmed and known!) or one tear in the pearly bead...(Pearl means tear...)on either side...well, not me...get it?Thus one should be very carefull with the labyrinth or mirroir-cabinet etc. Flying over therefor is a very good lesson!!Recommended!( with a smile...)A lesson in wisdom...Thought about it for longer to write this to you, Paul, even if you meant someone, or -thing else.But it rang exactly this bell...And some simply don't listen to the listener, trying to explain the reason for flying over, transparently for example, no matter, how often explained clearly. Since everybody hears only what he/she wishes to...and Sammy, I also have lots of poems, but in German....well, can't really translate them, since they are wordgames/sounds, but my book is growing from day to day...Wish to read yours! Yes, please!Really love this thread !Elfin

Now my infamous parody of Biko...(forgive me) some of you may remember this...http://www.amiright.com/parody/80s/petergabriel14.shtml "Viggo" Parody by Cynthia M.ViggoSeptember 97Port Nanaimo weather fineI was watching a movieabout the summer of 69Oh Viggo, Viggo very ViggoHila-dalgo...Hila-dalgoThe man is hot, the man is hotWhen I try to sleep at nightI can only dream of VigMy hands are tiredMy sheets are wetAll because of VigOh Viggo, Viggo very ViggoHila-dalgo...Hila-dalgoThe man is hot, the man is hotHila-dalgo...Hila-dalgoThe man is hot, the man is hotUncontrolled passions so hard to handleBut you can't blow out desireOnce the feeling begin to catchHis grin will blow it higherOh Viggo, Viggo very ViggoHila-dalgo...Hila-dalgoThe man is hot, the man is hotHila-dalgo...Hila-dalgoThe man is sweet, the man is sweetHis fans of the worldare watching nowtouching nowstalking nowdreaming nowfor Viggo Mortensenit's in your hands nowPeter Gabriel's, "Solsbury Hill"Better Lyrics:Zorbing down on Solsbury HillI could feel my stomach riseBall was rolling, time stood swirlyIf I had hair, it'd be curly...(that is soooooo bad)http://www.amiright.com/parody/artist/gabrielpeter.shtml

Had a wonderfull refreshing))))!more of this, please!...mumble, grin, mumble......Elfin

well, last year there was a post about the snow in the desert.this inspired me and this monday i got the chance during our french lessons to write this poem:the desert's snowstanding in the sunmy feet in the golden hot sandlooking up abovenot a cloud is moving in the skyand i wonder whythese things come falling all over melike the feathers of a pidgeondon't know whrer they come from and what they meanthey are so cold and cool my hate an danger downtill there's nothing left but my heart telling me how much i love youit's snow in the desertnever seen such a beautiful thingsnow in the desertnow that we've end up it's telling me how to start againthis deep blue skyreminding me of your sky-blue eyesmy tears keep fallingthey'll make the desert greeni wonder in this scenehow did i get here to this placethis all has to be a dreamyou might have left me here to see what i have donewill you come back to see me feeling sorry all the time?will you come back and take me away to a place where we could live as one?like snow in the deserteverlasting and never theresnow in the desertjust give me a chance cos the snow has opened up my eyeswell elfin, this might not be a funny one, but i like it....don't know if i am able to say that but it's one of my best ones...:> ^^

no jokes, promised!too precious for some, really, fox! at least for me!You surprise me, positively....I like it very much, but would not (yet?) have the courage to do some more in english myself, as you do...wonder what the natives are saying..anyhow, I thank you very much, and now singing please, yeees, you can... Elfin