| Subject: Those are really good Jazz! I like them! I really liked Closed Eyes! if you want, read these ones i wrote @ a sleepover. please! |
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Date Posted: 15:19:39 04/17/01 Tue
Author Host/IP: 1Cust235.tnt1.ithaca.ny.da.uu.net/63.24.65.235
In reply to:
Jazzers *hmmm...*
's message, "Hey hey hey my pretty peoples. If you like poetry, please read inside." on 21:08:11 04/16/01 Mon
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Tell me of the sounds you hear,
Teach me of the sights,
The singing bird,
The hunting cat,
A circle of light and sound,
Ever passing,
Passing me by,
While I tune out of the world.
New Life (in honor of JBTH and all its kind people)
Leap, jump, run, buck,
A new foal has come,
Fying over the grass on wobbly legs,
Stopping only once to check for mom,
The sun is warm on the foals back,
Giving strength to new energy,
He jumps and falls,
Gets up again,
High in spirit.
A cougar comes, attacks the herd,
Causing the foal to run,
Instincts win over curiosity,
Looks back, sees no one,
Only he survived,
Lays down in mourning,
Sorrowful and hurt,
By the pain of loss,
He lays to die.
Another herd walks by,
Adopts him as their own,
He is happy again.
Feelings
A cat purrs-happy
A dog growls-mad
A horse whinnies-intrested
A person moans-sad
All these emotions,
Too hard to explain,
Strong and true,
Nothing more than pure hearts,
crying out.
What is a friend?
What is a friend?
A friend is someone to talk to,
Someone to tell secrets to,
Someone who cares,
Someone who will listen and give advice,
But mostly it is someone who will stay by your side no matter what.
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Give me a friend
Who'll stay by my side
And listen to stories I tell.
Give me a pet
Who'll be there for me
And comfort me when I'm sad.
Give me a life
With lots of good friends
And let me live it to its fullest.
When I have these things
Then I will be
The happiest person on Earth.
Happiness
Happiness, happiness,
A feeling that is so sweet,
I haven't a care
To where I go,
As long as my friends will be there.
The ruffled tips of petals
On the carnations,
Remind me of the air.
The smooth edges of the rose,
Reming me of the breeze,
Air and breeze are very nice
On a hot summer day.
The fire burns and burns and burns,
As it blows through the plains,
It will kill,
Then be reborn,
Better than before.
It hurts at first,
But makes up for the pain,
And soon it will cleanse the soul.
I have quite a few more. I'll write them later. Hope you like 'em!
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