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    We've been apart so long, so very long,
    Yet we've never been utterly apart.
    When you left, you took you from me,
    But you also left with my heart.

    After all these years,
    My love has not subsided.
    Tho' I have not heard your voice,
    Anywhere I have resided.

    Can you hear my call, my cry,
    Can you see your empty chair?
    Can you still show the thrill you once felt,
    When I fussed o'er the highlights in your hair?

    Tho' we've been apart, we've never divoced,
    Can you explain why that must be?
    Yet your wall stands tall, betwixt us, Dear,
    And I cannot bring you back to me.

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    Though He slay me, I will trust in Him . . . (Job 13:15)


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    now the season starts
    opening day almost here
    kick some ass, broncos!
    “When we do find that guy, we’ve got to have the continuity on the offensive side to where we can train him and develop him and get him there. This is our fourth offense in probably three or four years. Quarterbacks need to be developed. You don’t find one ready-made. We got to have a solid system in place for when we do go after whatever guy it may be, a young guy or a trade or whatnot.”
    - John Elway

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    wow topscribe very personal- ok that took guts so here we go

    A Desire
    A Remembered Desire,
    a whisper of possibility.

    I entertained
    and it breathed again
    an ambition, a craving, a hunger awakened.
    I am tempted
    and it thrives,
    flourishing in my hesitation.
    It is an unquenchable thirst-
    a longing, a lust,
    a bloodlust.
    An impulsive urge-
    a passion for the unknown.
    A want- no a need
    a starving need-
    burning,
    painful.
    I am raging, aching,
    desperate for what I can not have.
    ~bitter-sweet~
    The intensity is overwhelming-
    this agonizing arousal.
    An infatuation and devotion that defy logic,
    a twisting seduction,
    a terrible, terrible ache.

    I suffer at my own hand.
    I am loyal to the mania.
    It is madness, delirium,
    and I am in love with it.

    I am a monster on a tether,
    calm yet violent.
    I can not release it.
    I will not destroy it.

    So I am back where I began,
    and it will lurk in the recesses-
    in the darkness where I may visit it.
    Where I can tenderly neglect it;
    and I will relish the affliction.

    A Remembered Desire,
    a whisper of possibility.

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    Its five-seven-five
    Get it in your heads, you guys
    I silently weep

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    Do you mean this horny creep
    Set upon weary feet
    Who looks in need of sleep
    That doesn't come
    This twisted, tortured mess
    This bed of sinfulness
    Who's longing for some rest
    And feeling numb

    What do you expect of me
    What is it you want?
    Whatever you've planned for me
    I'm not the one

    A vicious appetite
    Visits me each night
    And won't be satisfied
    Won't be denied
    An unbearable pain
    A beating in my brain
    That leaves the mark of cain
    Right here inside

    What am I supposed to do?
    When everything that I've done
    Is leading me to conclude
    I'm not the one

    Is there something you need from me?
    Are you having your fun?
    I never agreed to be
    Your Holy One

    Whatever I've done
    I've been staring down the Barrel of a Gun
    Froggy's back !


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    I wrote after watching the very beginning of the iraq war--geeze 4 years ago... I watched those first bombs hit with the rest of america on cnn... it was a surreal experience.

    Iraqi Freedom
    As I sit in my living room
    I’m watching my TV
    and observe as a war comes to orgasm.
    The tension has built
    to a climax of aggression
    as millions of people look on.

    Then my vigilance is rewarded
    as the first glimmer of fighting
    is published by the media at large.
    The horizon is lit up
    by invisible weapons
    as they rain down death from the stars.

    About 3 seconds later
    I hear the explosion
    as the impact tears open the earth.
    And then another and another
    as the sky blazes red
    and I wonder how many are hurt.

    I sit there in shock
    as I’m watching destruction
    and anxiety builds in my soul.
    So I pick up the remote
    and change the channel
    nauseated by my lack of control.

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    Something came across his life
    He just began to enjoy it
    He just began to love it
    He just began to need it
    May be he started to be addicted
    Shouldn’t had he played with fire?
    Now he’s put on the wire

    He started to ache for more
    But somehow he was just torn
    Someone killed the little boy
    Someone stole all his joy
    Couldn’t he realize that in the end
    That was more than a sinful game?

    He knew that that was not a game
    He knew that he would find the pain
    What else could have been planned?
    There is no blame but just pain.
    Froggy's back !


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    Nothing too special... wrote it in Political Science the other day...

    I'm taking my time
    To no lose my mind.
    I know one day I will find
    What is necessary for my life.
    Today ain't that day
    But I have no shame.
    My fear is gone
    I can be alone
    While I wait for my home.
    I have become more outgoing
    Those who know me
    Know the level of difficulty
    I had to reach to make it work.
    People get hurt
    Even when they don't deserve.
    Life ain't fair,
    But life is there.
    Time heals all
    No matter how hard you fall,
    Just stand tall
    To keep from bouncing off the wall.




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    Default BF: Official Member Poetry Thread

    Have any examples of your own poetry or song-writing you'd like to display here? Do so.

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    Gotta bump this thread before I head for bed,
    Can't ignore this lore and leave it for dead,
    How could I sleep, knowing it is so deep
    In this forum, a thread we just have to keep.

    Somebody post!

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    Though He slay me, I will trust in Him . . . (Job 13:15)


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    I wrote this for my mother in law- she has several fish tanks- all salt water with coral and sea horses and all sorts of neat stuff- you can get lost looking at it.


    Fish Tank
    Crystal, sparkling, liquescent, azure;
    captivating my optics.
    Drawing me into its dwarfish world-
    ensnaring my imagination.
    The hue and intensity corral my vision,
    as my eyes, like the fish, dart to and fro.
    At each glance I find an intriguing new venture…
    as I give way to the ebb and the flow.

    Unfathomable beauty,
    with an aqueous allure.
    As I contemplate, my soul takes a breath.
    My mind is in wonder,
    as my perception is bent…
    and my consciousness waves within depths.

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    This isn't mine, but it is inspiring.

    Transistor Radio
    Performed by Cloud Cult


    I heard grandpa on my transistor radio,
    Though he turned in his bones twenty years ago,
    And he said, "Kid, theres something that I'd like to show you,
    Get your things, its time for us to go"
    So I grabbed my backpack, my flashlight, and a bag of caramel corn,
    I got my bicycle, and the radio, and I had it on the road, I said
    "I'm ready for what I'm about to see, Yup"

    I headed north to rain that turned to snow
    Through rusty towns and dusty gravel roads
    And I said, "Grandpa, where is this thing you wanted to show me?"
    He said, "Kid, you got a long way to go"
    So I went through canyons, caves and catacombs, I sailed on bicycle boats
    I slept in chapels and brothels, I met the nicest folks
    I said, "I'm ready for what I'm about to see, Yup"

    I heard grandpa on my transistor radio
    He said, "Kid, its time for me to go,
    And I know that there was something that I wanted to show you,
    But its time for you to find it on your own."
    "Let me tell you about rage when a signal died that day,
    Theres nothing out there and I don't care; Its to take my life away
    I'm not ready and I don't want to see, Nope"

    Its been years since I heard my transistor radio
    Yet I keep going to where it seems I'm meant to go
    And I finally realized what he wanted to show me
    Where I've been, where I am, its the show
    Where I've been, where I am, its the show
    Where I've been, where I am, its the show

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    I love poetry...here is one of my favorites I wrote:

    Down the Road on a Friday Night
    Down the road and over by the highway,
    is a place where the boys go to play.
    They lace up their cleats and put on their pads,
    and many home fans fill up the stands.
    The grass is kept green, the end zone kept white,
    not a better place on a Friday night.
    They run to the field like a great stampede,
    covered with wounds that have begun to bleed.
    The people they yell and shout out loud cheers,
    the boys on the field run from all their fears.
    The ball is sent soaring into the air,
    playing the games is their only real care.
    They run down the field hitting and bumping
    those in the stands are yelling and jumping.
    They focus on the sport, it is their life,
    the students, the men, and the angry wife.
    Fans yell at the coach, they aren’t happy,
    if their team loses they will feel crappy.
    Down on the field the boys run and hit,
    to the other end zone they have to get.
    Running and weaving they move the ball,
    the crowd roars when the ref makes a bad call.
    A loss of five yards the team must go back,
    common sense the referee does lack.
    He jumps back and is going to throw it,
    a great play, the rivals don’t know it.
    He catches the ball and runs through the grass,
    many strong defensemen he will soon pass.
    A touchdown is scored, time to celebrate,
    the rivals all look on, bitter with hate.
    Half-time is near, it is getting so close,
    the brown football glides through the yellow posts.
    Cheerleaders dance in the center most field,
    many a hot dog the vendors do yield.
    The team talks about their brand new game plan,
    what would they do without the twelfth man?
    The battle goes on like a little war,
    the team wants this more than ever before.
    The fans keep on yelling louder, yet still,
    earn another victory they will.
    The seconds tick down on the scoreboard clock,
    the rival team the Tigers did rock.
    They run to the fence, they start to sing out loud,
    the fans and the players are all very proud.

    Go Rockies!!!
    "Get your ass down to first base and shut up!" -- Troy Tulowitzki

    "The other sports are just sports, baseball is love." -- Bryant Gumbel

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    wow, some good stuff in here. . . melissAnn, i particularly liked #18-- very deep! here's a little something lighthearted. . . . . .


    Ode to Coffee


    like tattered clouds
    the cobwebs
    stretch
    across the undefined
    landscape of perception--

    peering none too certainly,
    we pause

    on the doorstep of dawn,
    one foot still
    in the semi-lucid world of dreams
    what friend will guide us
    past that brave threshold?

    warm darkness forming
    A bridge to daylight,
    a bittersweet reminder
    of mornings past—
    the presence of
    an old friend
    filling our reluctant limbs with life
    bringing us courage
    to face another day,
    eyes now open and unafraid.




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    rivals dogs for the title "man's best friend. . . .


    i think i need another cup. . . .
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    So I haven't posted in forever and I'm sad to see this dead thread...



    so this is a poem that I've been working on for awhile... not sure if even like it, but yea... here it is.


    The Lake

    Wavering moon reflected,
    Broken.

    Warmer than the night.
    Ascend the steamy tendrils.

    Drifts the tarnished
    One-man boat.

    Rugged beard adorns his throat,
    Guiding the whitewashed wood.

    The two old friends together one last time,
    To find their elusive prize.

    Here, a graying man,
    Searching for his fame.

    Chances come and gone,
    But this was where he shone.

    Wrinkled dim and dulling eyes,
    Useless

    But on this water, on this night,
    All such is naught, for all is right.

    For Old may be a silent beast,
    But his prideful fires still will roar.

    He leaves this night in triumph or in vain,
    But so sick of his defeat...

    The relic finds his retribution,
    His vengeance for the pain.

    His lavish lure splashes in the water,
    Ripples ravage at the moon’s reflection.

    Tempted by the bait,
    Glides a grandeur giant

    Scaly skin, snaking tail,
    Dragon in the water.

    The boat creaks its rotting wood,
    As the old man creaks his weakened bones.


    The water, clear and illusory,
    Magnifies intensity and strength.

    Owner of the lake,
    Deceiver of the line.

    A careless taker of the bait,
    But still uncaught, to his ever-aging hate.

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