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  • Michael Morrison (1/8/2013 12:23:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Hi! I'm Mike Morrison.. AKA " Pastormike" . a friend from another site, Thoughts.com, told me about this site.. looks like a great place. I'm not what I'd call a poet.. but I do enjoy writing poetry when the muse strikes. just posted my first one.. hope it is enjoyed. look forward to reading and commenting and being read..
    as to personal details.. I am a 66 year old retired minister who specialized in home church. My wife is Laboratory Manager at the local VA.. I have one son who is a D/A counselor. I live in the Northeast corner of Oregon.
    found out a few years ago that my mother was a published and very good poet before she married my dad.. I may publish what I have of her work,

  • Spirit Of Freedom (1/7/2013 8:53:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Hello :) I am new here. I am inviting you to read my free verse poetry. I can also be found at www.booksie.com/spirit_of_freedom. I am currently teaching myself to become a professional writer/ poet and welcome constructive feedback. This helps me become a better writer. Thank you for taking the time to read my poetry :) I really appreciate it!

  • L.a.h. - Love_and_hate_ Lyle Ashwyn Holland (1/7/2013 10:10:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Hey fellow poets, its me again.
    I know I've been gone for a long time,
    But Check out my new poem. I'm sure you'll love it.
    If you're single or in a relationship...
    All about keeping your Faith in love and in God,
    Hoping life can go from worse to better.
    Anyway Its titled: " FAITH IN LOVE" .

    Feel free to Comment/Rate.


    1Love.

  • Patricia Grantham (1/4/2013 8:15:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Hello Honorable Poets: I invite you to read my poems and post your comments if possible. Hope that you
    will be most inspired by them. Enjoy and happy reading! !

  • Gary Kedron (1/4/2013 1:32:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Hi,
    New to putting thoughts into words......
    Love to write whats going on inside, kinda scarry sometimes what comes out.....kinda amazing also, would like some feedback.....enjoy the poems. thanks.


    Thy Hunts Mans Hound


    By thy side,
    follow
    obey.

    Oak
    Elm
    Beach.

    Into thy Majesty's wood,
    hunt,
    for thy elusive
    Stag.

    Not
    of golden fleece,
    folklore,
    nor
    legend
    do thy seek.

    Thy secret,
    all
    on
    to
    thee.

    Thy sent
    aloft
    breezes carry.

    Unbeknown
    to
    He.

    Intoxicating,
    Thy musk
    Thy smell
    Thy sweat.

    Taste
    on thy
    lips.

    Thy tongue,
    teeth
    lodging
    into thou hide.

    From thy mill pond,
    pluck thy goose,
    that thy flesh
    covers thee.

    Go now,
    find,
    cries out
    within.

    Bound off
    over moss laden
    rocks.

    Leaves,
    upon thy earth
    of seasons past
    crush beneath
    pads
    of thy feet.


    Over fallen titans
    of
    thy wood,
    I
    leap
    in
    haste.

    There
    before
    thee,
    thy
    Stag.

    Shake thy head,
    thy antlers
    thy rack,
    velvet
    pulled
    back.

    Which once
    adorned
    thee
    in
    thy
    youth,
    no longer
    a
    button
    buck.

    Chase,
    run,
    flee,
    thy cloven hoof.

    Take thee along
    into
    thy
    realm.

    Side by side,
    breast against belly,
    in rhythm
    same pace
    with stride.

    Over hedge rows,
    through thickets,
    brambles thorn.

    Lashing
    across
    flesh,
    gashes torn,
    I
    bleed
    for
    thee.

    Stand there
    confront
    surrender
    exhausted,
    froth on thy muzzle,
    thy rapid breath.

    Smell of thy effort,
    no
    escape.

    Stay
    thy
    chase.

    So I may,
    hunt thy Stag
    yet again,
    catch thy sent,
    intoxicating insanity,
    what
    of
    that
    which
    I
    do
    seek.

    I am thy Hunts mans Hound, thee be thy Stag.


    Gary Kedron

  • Habeeburahman Thaliyil Abdulla (1/4/2013 5:22:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    Funeral
    You left me in the rooms where
    Death alone smelt.
    I fear nothing in the darkness
    Save your absence.
    I am dead, motionless
    Without your love, grace, care.

    Longer than your fragrance
    Sweeter than your smile
    Hotter than your veins
    Death walks around me.
    I am dead, motionless
    Without your love, grace, care.

    I am buried in the wine yard
    Seven footsteps of yours
    Tears trickled down on my cheeks.
    Angel knocks at my grave
    And then a rain dropp oozed into my coffin.
    And drizzled me a secret
    It is raining on the grave.

    Love is my religion, love is my prophet,
    Love is my prayer and poetry is my beloved.
    You buried me where corpse speak
    Nothing but of love
    I fear nothing in the grave
    But you are all alone in the rain.......................end..........................will be kind enough to read my poems?

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  • Benjamin Thomas Fearby O'neill (1/3/2013 2:23:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Hello. I have just recently started using PoemHunter for sharing and publicizing a range of poetry written by my great grandfather Lawrence Frankpitt Fearby during 1942 while serving out in North Africa and the Middle East. My URL on PoemHunter is http://www.poemhunter.com/lawrence-frankpitt-fearby/
    All of the poems are on my own website: sites.google.com/site/fearbypoems
    I would be grateful if you could circulate this information,

  • Kishore Rao (1/2/2013 10:38:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    hello happy new year to all.i have just joined this site.kindly read my poems and give your valuable comments.thanks

  • Jetty J Newnham (12/29/2012 4:47:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Good evening everyone, I invite you all to read my 2 new poems Buddha Love & Labels thank you Jetty (Jeff)

  • Godfrey Morris (12/29/2012 12:44:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    Euphoric dream



    of this we do long for
    our desires intertwine
    at this placid place
    where hope hindges beyond
    all forsaken realms
    a dream promised amongst
    the desserted hearts

    the light that will cure
    all desolate souls

    but this earth
    - a sphere
    not all so plain and fair

    yet still we wonder
    we crave our euphoric dream
    this dream may never be
    though - through the mind
    we shall see
    it be free

    copyright [c] godfrey morris


    Godfrey Morris

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