e The Poets<br><br>I am a poet<br>A composer of
verse<br>A drummer of rhythm<br>A drawer of rhyme<br>What am
I?<br>Anything, it need not bleed when cut<br>Anything, with a
pinch of self expression<br>Through words, through
deeds,<br>Through the million colors of that spectrum<br>You are
me<br>I am you<br>We are not the same<br>This is
true<br>What I am<br>Needs no extravagant verse<br>Needs no
perfect rhyme scheme<br>All it needs is you; being
you<br>For as my well thought words<br>Ring bells in your
heart<br>Your generosity and compassion will do
likewise<br>Your writings, whatever the verse<br>Will be just as
elaborate and as full of beauty<br>As any Shakespearean
Sonnet<br>You already are me<br>Just by being you<br>Be
yourself always<br>Let your message be true<br>Write your
verse, sing your verse<br>But most important<br>Live you
verse<br>For if wrote but not lived<br>Would thee not have two
faces?<br>Not everyone can read this verse<br>Write to
them<br>I salute you<br>Keep writing your verse<br>And I'll
keep writing mine<br>Your message will go as far<br>As
your heart can fly.<br><br>-Gregory Savvas
Pantelides<br> March 17, 1999

oes anyone know who wrote the poem "Are You
Listening"? I'm trying to find it for one of my teachers, but
I can't find it anywhere. If y'all know, email
me!!<br><br>
stargazer_moonflower<br><br>rae_of_sunshyne@...

hese walls<br><br>I have to get away from this
incessant rain.<br>This house, the memories, loving me in
vane.<br>A growing child in my tube, but then it
died;<br>One more love I'll be denied.<br>All the old feelings
come back to me,<br>the need to run, set myself
free.<br>No where to run, no where to hide,<br>no way to ease
the pain inside.<br>Within these walls I'm trapped
again<br>my search for solace has no end.<br>Every day a
waiting game,<br>I know I'll never be the
same.<br><br>Michelle Broderson-1999

Special Way<br><br>There's got to be a special
way<br>to write the words I can not say.<br>To tell you of
a burning fire,<br>to share with you this great
desire.<br>There's got to be a certain time<br>I'll give to you what
I call mine.<br>To have it all you'd get from
me<br>the greatest fire you'll ever see.<br>There's got to
be a special way<br>to tell you what I want to
say.<br>To give to you the best of me<br>just might be my
destiny.<br><br>(C)1999 Michelle Broderson

i everyone come in and chat next tonight @
7:00pm estern time<br> everyone's invited .i would like
to congradulate my self for getting my poetry is
being published in the international library of poetry
but of my poems was selected one's in semi and one is
in finals so wish me luck e-mail me if u wanna talk
jerrellmouton@...<br>thanx all poetry club lovers

erabie32,<br><br>Aye, to read the works of
others and, on occasion, to share some of one's own
work...that is exactly how I feel. I think that some folks do
get lost in a few of my musings but there are other
pieces of mine that are more clear, I reckon. I shall
endeavor to place upon this message board just such a poem
and I thank you for your comment.<br><br>Rich

erri,<br><br>Thank you for your comment.  I am hoping to see more poetry from
all of you.<br><br>Rich

am pretty new here too and I am certainly no
critic of poetry. I just like to read other peoples work
and share mine also. I have to say I kind of got lost
with "Sined Transition" but I<br>never have been great
with big words. I look forward to reading more.
serabie32

enjoyed it very much.<br>Terri

i all,<br><br>I just joined and look forward to
reading great verses from everyone. Here is one from
me.<br><br>Sined Transition <br><br> She sined in
hieroglyphics.<br> Curvaceous maneuvers of rhomboid regalia,<br>
listing waves of hands, butterflied.<br> Battered, in
brilliance, she tilted and wove.<br> Thinnest fingers that
called for attention,<br> she sined in numerals of
valiant frustration,<br> her phase shift out of band,
remembered.<br><br> Fingers were her lips and tongue;<br> And so she
signed in<br> moves of beauty.<br> Attenuation
over-pronounced, she flared.<br> Faded spread of cobbled webs.<br>
Lisps caught headlong on nails torn asunder.<br> And
she signed<br> and she lined me with fear,<br> so
much fear.<br><br> She sined to me in geometry.<br>
Wavelengths captured, fluttering forward.<br> Sputtered
vowels and staccato clicks<br> of fingers too numb and
too weary.<br><br> Laid her back down amidst her own
drying pool.<br> Coagulation recalled her into
itself;<br> Fragile surface spreading cracks.<br> Her fingers
spun the story;<br> Lips they silently moved, to
say.<br> And then entrenched in visceral fluids<br> she
sined through death throes of agony,<br> floated up and
began to change.<br> Shivers, trembles upon her
lips.<br> Hands oh how they picked the cue<br> to emphasize
her weighted horror.<br><br> "someone give this girl
a voice!"<br><br> Through eyes, I heard it all.<br>
Held her close as orbs leapt afire.<br> She triggered
not once but twice.<br> Sluicing juices flooding the
pavement,<br> fingers danced and signed regret.<br> Rolling
back, her last word given.<br> Her muteness almost
complete.<br><br> A glance would not reveal her condition.<br>
Death stripped away her attributes.<br> Flaws
forgotten, tongued and slid forward,<br> but her graceful
hands, even in digress,<br> spoke in volumed
secretions.<br><br> And she changed right there in front of me.<br>
Floated up to claim her prize.<br> Outstretched fingers
grasping<br><br> at silent truths<br><br> at muted lies<br><br>
Then she billowed out and was gone.<br><br><br>
~Richard L. Clayton

ot Enough<br><br>I want to write to you and tell
you<br>all the things I feel and do.<br>It's so hard just to
send a card,<br>that says I love you; I really
do.<br>It's just not enough for you.<br>I've given up, given
into the stars,<br>I give you up for what you
are.<br>A long time ago, you said you'd never go,<br>So I
lived in a dream and you were my king.<br>On that day I
watched you walk away<br>you said, "please no more
tears<br>you've spent too many years<br>being the only one, being
almost the sun."<br>It's time that you leave, <br>I have
so much to achieve.<br>You can't stay around,
unworthy of this crown.<br><br>By, Michelle Broderson-1987

'm glad you liked "CHANGE". Some of my poems get
a little far out there, but mostly they just change
with my lifes changes. It is great to have poeple that
don't know me give their oppions, being they have no
reason to lie. <br>Thank you, serabie32

really like this poem, well done.

an anyone help me with this poem? If u can please email at nads118@...

ime<br><br>Time can not heal the wounds<br>of
yesterday's gone by.<br>Numbing, aching, buried deep,<br>the
soul begins to cry.<br>Even on those happy days<br>the
world outside is bright,<br>deep inside the soul cries
out<br>and longs to see the light.<br>It will be, the time
will come,<br>my soul will see the light.<br>In the
end the scars will heal<br>and it will be
alright.<br><br>By, Michelle Broderson

ave started a hard-copy digest-sized magazette, titled "WRITE ON."  If you are
interested in the submission details,  email me at
jimnipoetry@...<br><br>Jim Garman

hange<br><br>Every day I feel a change<br>the
years behind me seem so strange.<br>I sit alone and
wonder why<br>our hopes and dreams begin to die.<br>At
night I look out to the stars<br>and wonder how I got
this far.<br>Sometimes I wonder where we'd be <br>if
you had never set your eyes on me.<br>At night I
close my eyes and pray<br>you'll never change and go
away.<br><br>By, Michelle Broderson- Created 1992

just joined and would like to start out by telling everyone hello. So, hello! I
look forward to meeting people and reading some great poetry. Until next time,
Michelle

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ew page<br> new wave crazes and cravings kind of
save me from straying from languid language my age
aching<br> sides lavishly ravished languidly ravaged <br>
savage<br><br> this page a jungle blotted over<br> by the ink of
intention's apprehension<br> must slice through<br> the green
unseen diseased <br> and unfound cure <br> to obscure
the purity<br> of the raining<br> black ink which
sinks <br> into <br> truths speciated <br> and
revolving <br> out of solution<br> of the answer <br> to
evolution's unfinished business.<br> endpoint<br> period
neverending ball<br> rolling in place over this space<br>
expanding <br> fronds from stem <br> the mutated spine<br>
of a book <br> without a tail but<br> embodying <br>
the stories<br> of the tallest trees in its root<br>
words curling its toes<br> deep into dirt spiraling
<br> towards core in the snail's fashion<br>
passionate unwinding<br> of binding clutching text<br>
within the volume of <br> this two-dimensional
safari<br><br> the pen does not discriminate <br> gainst what it
knots into its net <br> for future reference<br> no
deference is paid <br> to knowledge probing<br> into the
future <br> into the past there is no first <br> there
is no last but <br> this truth will last these
words<br> will cast a shadow on leaves<br> of absence to
make sense<br> of the randomness<br> of these
lines<br> these veins<br> which run<br> fast from<br> the
heart of truth <br> into open air and circulate <br>
careening into <br> and out of meaning<br> living only in
ignorance of context<br> only living <br> on the surface
<br> of a flat planet planted<br> in a revolution
towards<br> a floor which does not exist<br><br> these words
only uncover<br> points and patches of ground <br>
with no intelligible voice<br> seek no
intelligence<br> only follow <br> natural laws <br> towards
condensation <br> of elements<br> in droplets<br> upon debris
fallen from<br> no grace<br> dropped<br> carelessly by
passersby <br> discarding<br> dead<br> wait...<br><br>
meaghan

distract myself from carrying through <br> with
a good idea<br> that's why New York<br> that's why
my eyes are spies on the stop<br> lights disguising
the<br> skies for the development of our<br> sties
blockage<br> in brains<br> making masks into entrance-code
dimentia<br> keyhole nostrils protecting<br> heaven<br> we cut
off thought perceived as<br> conceived a body
within<br> the head of foggied dragon<br> huff<br> that's
why the epics<br> and the prolonged throng of my<br>
painful song<br> the clots of rhythm in rustied <br>
pipes dusted over a blinking<br> red beneath<br> it
blares these corners' <br> blinkers in cacophonous
unison<br> that's why no theory flies<br> just hovers as
haze for<br> days and days<br> before settling as
distraction bleary<br> in my eyes<br> everything stray
lashes<br> into the red ring<br> of airless blood<br> which
hangs glow above my head<br> that's why shortened
visions<br> become revisions in new skins<br> that's why
something so thin<br> protects what is in it<br> to collect
the effects of what<br> it is in<br> that's why<br>
thick skin <br><br> meaghan

othing much seems to have happened here yet, so
I thought I'd be bold and break the ice by
submitting a poem for critique......how brave am
I?!<br><br><br>Littoral<br><br>Ocean spray masks the strength of deeper waters
below<br>As they caress with liquid strength the margins of
the land.<br>Touching, retouching, and changing where
they flow<br>Probing, pushing, moving the contours of
the sand<br>Beneath their moist embrace.<br><br>More
intimate than lovers, the sea and land entwine<br>Eternal
lovers, heart beats with the throb of tides.<br>Sea
stretches out and grips the land; enfolds with arms of
brine<br>Land provides stability; earth-strength that can never
die<br>Whilst the world remains.<br><br>So passionate is their
embrace that none would dare foretell<br>The ending of
their blissful dance, but one day it must end<br>For as
the sea engulfs the land with each devoted
swell<br>She takes a piece of earth’s bare heart, as to her
will she bends <br>Even the heart of
stone.<br><br>Changed is he from what he was before he knew her
name<br>Hard as stone, yet in time his head he will bow
down<br>Changed forever, whether she decides to leave, or should
she remain<br>The corners of his substance change
from angular to round<br>And crumble
away.<br><br>Changed is she in her own way, from primeval howling
sea<br>As she dissolves the heart of him, the shape below
her changes<br>The water shallows, dissipates her
strength and frequency<br>And so her waves become gentler
now, more temperate her rages<br>As she ebbs
away.<br><br>One day in futures far too far for mortal minds to
grasp, <br>The land and sea will lie in peace,
companions in their way<br>Opponents they once were, and
remain despite their clasp<br>Quiescent now, passion
wanes a little m

nother outlet on the web for PTO? Hope it is as successful as the main
site!!<br><br>soulsease

oesn't look like there are too many members yet,
but I have no doubt that it will pick up! I've never
been a member of a Yahoo! Club before, it looks like a
good service. I'm looking forward to meeting everyone
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that everyone takes advantage of this. Best wishes to all from Shipwreck.

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