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   Patricia Costanzoposted 15 years ago

   I'm really new here but I'll dare to put it out there:
      
   On Being Weird
   
   I choose to be weird.
   It didn't choose me. I could have been mainstream.
   But a whisper inside, There is more.
   What I thought I knew, now becomes what I once believed.
   Seeking answers only unearths more questions.
   And as my knowledge builds I find myself more alone.
   A chasm stretches where there once was common ground.
   Onward I go searching. Inward I go looking.
   Death will of course bring truth.
   But too find it first, that is the game.
   A game worthy of my being weird

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   Peppa81posted 15 years ago

   Here's a poem I wrote a while ago and never finished it. Enjoy
   
   Love from a distance, what good does it do?
   Does it benefit anyone?
   Should it be let out to wander free?
   Will it be accepted with open arms, or rejected with a cold shoulder?
   Am I brave enough to find out?
   Do I blow the prison bars away?
   Do I let the ice block that was once my heart melt?
   Do I lay everything on the line?

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   Shalini Kagalposted 15 years ago

   daughters of isis
   
   
   like springs from deep within the earth
   that slowly bubble through
   the heart of the sacred feminine
   is as old as time, not new.
   
   woman power, mother goddess
   there was a time back then
   it was the way the world was run
   long before all things zen
   
   look at the ancient frescoes great
   it stands out bright and clear
   that woman was the worshipped one
   the one atop the tier
   
   long since dormant, the power of she
   her story became his
   but time's a very cyclic thing
   for us daughters of isis!
   
   
   I wrote this some time ago - but thought it was relevant now with so many hubs on the Mother Goddess and Matriachal Society

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   realitydreamposted 15 years ago

   another week
   a hand full of days
   a fist full of words
   i have no time to speak
   i'm too weak to let it weep
   my crop is drooping too
   too tired i am to reap
   i'm driving,i must not sleep
   the wheel will kill the first one who stands in front of me
   be it beast or man
   unfeeling machines know not what they do
   nailclippers scissors away
   seperation and atonement written from the book of god
   from some distant smoged choked yellow ringed planet
   the oceans from a fire hell
   caught in the under tow
   of another week
   a hand full of days
   a fist full of words
   i cannot speak!!!

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   Shalini Kagalposted 15 years ago

   Great read - thank you!

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   clydeskidposted 15 years ago

   In Dreams
   You seldom cross my mind anymore;
   Through mindless days of mundane tasks,
   ordinary people, uneventful hours
   I can put you in that secluded section
   of my mind called "someone I used to know";
   But in the darkness, in that deep abyss
   that comes just before sleep,
   I feel a whispery breeze slide into
   my room and a sweet lilac fragrance
   of days gone by wafts like a feather
   through my senses;
   For a few fleeting moments you are
   home again;
   I am safe
   
   Wrote this about my mom.

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   AEvansposted 15 years ago

   Here is one I wrote to my parents when I was 15 years old as an anniversary gift to them.
   
        
                                               Parents
   
                               There never were such loving parents,
                            
                                     I am sure that this is true ,
   
                                   To show how much I love you,
      
                                 here is what I can do for you.
   
                                   I'll do my best in school ,
    
                                  and keep the golden rule,
   
                              I will be kind and polite in every way ,
   
                               and make you proud of me each day,
   
                                 How can I show my love for you,
                              
                                 a million words are still to few.
   
          I have more that are stacked in a book and I have written real stories too. I hope my dad
          is looking down at this and saying " My goodness you were finally brave enough to post
          it on the computer.  
   
        copyright2008

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   KCC Big Countryposted 15 years ago

   This is a poem I wrote a month ago about a fictional homeless woman living out of her car:
   
   
   No Turning Back
   
   Another road sign
   with a place she's never been
   A different town
   on a different day
   As the grand marshal
   of an impromptu parade
   of one
   With the accumulation
   of thirty years
   displayed in the backseat
   of her car,
   One by one
   they stop
   to stare.
   
   Each face is new,
   but the prejudiced eyes
   always
   the
   same.
   The feeling
   of not being wanted
   hangs
   quite heavy here.
   And her heart
   and face
   harden
   to hide the pain,
   Determined
   not to care
   Only more miles
   can quiet the snickers
   that echo
   in her head.
   She must
   keep
   driving.
   
   Only fourteen miles to go
   to yet
   another town
   on another day.

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   imadorkposted 15 years ago

   I know that I am not really supposed to post links to my hubs on the forums but in this case I believe it is okay because I posted some personal stories as hubs.  Here are a couple of anecdotal shorts. 
   
   http://hubpages.com/hub/HopeandHorror
   
   http://hubpages.com/hub/wonderofnature

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