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    • POEM: I Thought I Once Loved................ by BladesongRaven Gehrig (12/7/2011 11:43:00 PM)

      it is wonderful
      a mature sense of self
      and selflessness. it borders on the dark, but shines its own light on tomorrow and the newer newness of growth and strength that each dawn brings...
      iI like it very much

    • POEM: Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost (12/30/2009 4:24:00 AM)

      Dark temptation. The kind that makes the mind wonder,
      'what if I just reach out and grab.., that whirling blade of sharpened teeth;
      what if I take that lofty leap; or wade in blindly to the briney deep.

      The woods are empty, dark and deep-not a soul arround
      to record my creep-into the mist without a sound.

      The promisises that I have to keep
      are what bind me to this life so cheap
      and what stay my hand, my step, my plunge;
      postpone.., for now, my ride alone
      into the cold
      and loney peace
      that calls to me from that empty reach.

    • POEM: Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost (12/28/2009 4:44:00 PM)

      No one knows
      what another man thinks
      or what he means by what he says.
      ...unless he is here to tell you.

      Often though, even when he is
      he cannot himself
      remember clear
      the meaning of the mood
      that chose his words or
      drove his pen
      to create the thing that moves you.

      The poet seeks
      to convey a thing
      a thought, a mood, a glint of light
      that elludes the telling, clear and plain
      in a way that stirs
      the readers mind
      to think a thing
      and know a thought;
      to feel a mood, and see a sight.

      what this poem is about is as different in my heart and yours
      as are the divergent paths trodden-by you and me-in the getting here and in the going there.....