Being the same gender dictates not the preference of your likings. I know many men who knit simply because it calms them. Do not be so easily persuaded by the norms that you loose sight of what in fact brings true appreciation of life. Do not allow the great currents of society to sweep you away that you become blinded in its furry of all the natural beauties that surround you. Take the time to step outside and see the world in complete ignorance to what it is you are looking for. There you will find your motivation, and perhaps something much more.
See.. you are better than me! And I really don't give a toss about the standings of society, just that I do what I do because I enjoy it.... Your good dude inspiring!
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A long time have I waited for this, my little green friend!
I already knew of the second link, but the first one was an absolute gift. I will try a single poem for all of the different types. Take this poem as a symbol of my thanks:
For Lara
I woke up alone and cold this morning
I’ve never felt so much in despair.
I rose from bed and walked into the bathroom,
To brush my teeth and then to comb my hair.
I put some clothes on and then I headed downstairs.
It’s not that my life’s boring, I like it plain.
I finished my bowl and then I headed outside,
Where I met the cold and bitter morning rain.
I take the same old route to work each day.
I pass the same old stop signs, and changing lights.
I honk to the same lady on the front porch,
Despite the fact that she had lost her sight.
Long ago I moved here with my beloved.
We didn’t know a single living soul.
She helped us to search and find our bearings,
And helped us in all the ways to grow.
I walked up to my desk and sat down behind it,
The pitter patter sound got me to thinking,
Of all the empty oaths I’ve made of changing,
And how my heart within my chest was sinking.
I stepped outside to feel the rain upon my skin
I rose my head to greet it, and it rolled on down my neck
I’ve never felt so free to have felt it touch me
Despite the fact that I was in a wreck.
I left from work for the last time that afternoon.
I couldn’t bear myself to see it through.
The rain continued on to pour upon me,
And I continued walking on t’wards you.
I’ve lost my will to live, since you died.
The days just aren’t the same, I get by day by day.
There’s nothing more for me to set on my plate.
I just hope to god that your still there, I pray.
I unlocked the door to my empty home.
We’ll never get the chance to have a kid it seems.
I trudged up to our room with some cable,
And looked to find the strongest wooden beam.
It took me a while to go through with it.
The rain continued to pour upon my lonely house.
I hung there from the ceiling now at peace.
Cause I know that soon I’ll be with my spouse
I woke up cold and alone this morning.
I never thought that I could feel this way.
But now I know that I can lay my head down.
And rest in peace because I’m in my grave.
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Last edited by King of Blades on Jul 8th, 2008 at 04:24 AM
Gender: Female Location: Some where in the Poison Ivy
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OOooooo that gave me goose bumps! it flows alot better and each verse is clear cut. amazing.
I know where your coming from with that one, its very raw.
No worries I'm always happy. I think I owe you thanks too, I think you just cleared my writters block! *yay* I guess you'll find out later if I post some thing.
Me I’ve watched over the growing of the grass and trees.
I’ve watched over the working of the humble bee.
I’ve watched over the motion of the ocean and sea.
But who will come to watch over me?
I’ve walked with the beggar to each new home.
I’ve walked with the traveler wherever he roamed.
I’ve walked with the lonely, downtrodden and weak.
But who will come to walk with me?
I’ve sat with the cripple, the good and the bad.
I’ve sat with the quiet, those happy and sad.
I’ve sat with the children, I’ve sat with the meek.
But who will come to sit down with me?
I’ve comforted the sorrowful, those weak in heart.
I’ve comforted many whom can’t live apart.
I’ve comforted countless and asked not a thing.
Save that someone would rise and just comfort me.
I’ve listened to mute little girls and boys.
Who tell me their stories, adventures, and joys.
I’ve listened to the silence I often believe,
Is the silence that follows when none listen to me.
Onward I press to each new land.
And onward I walk from the mountains to the sand.
And from my years I have learned, this I believe,
I am a man who gives but never receives.
Black Goku#1
After walking several miles, fatigue has gripped me well.
I’ve traveled for quite some time, how long I couldn’t tell.
And it so came that at my stop, this humble little town,
Was a clamor I’ve never heard before, the noise twas quite profound.
Towards the echo I made my way, bewildered at the thought,
That somehow in this little town was something that I sought.
For in this journey I began, a part of me to find,
In somewhat desperation that I would not lose my mind.
For this little part of me, I lost some time ago,
I knew it to be humbly great, for I wouldn’t have lost it so.
The noise has left, the clamor gone, the sound has fled my ears.
And sadness fills my heart to know that my goal had been so near.
The morning I had rose from bed, the inn was open late,
And paid the keeper and walked outside to finish out my fate.
When there it was, that sound again, a music from some time.
I stopped to hear the music play deep within my mind.
I smiled wide, I bobbed my head, my feet were tapping wild,
My long lost soul, to my much surprise, was a little bitty child.
It seems some time before I aged, a man I’ve now become,
I let go of all once small, my innocence and fun.
And now I see that he’s found me, my happiness at last.
No longer need I to walk back here, the road into my past.
But I did write another to Lara's link of poetry formats she gave me a while ago, that we way she knows I'm using it
So here is, my poem written in Pantoum Format, "Man Alone" for Jedireaper.
Man Alone
For man lives not on bread alone,
Indeed we have much more to bear.
And all in all our history has shown
There is more to man then flesh and air.
Indeed we have much more to bear,
To seek far more then vain satisfaction.
There is more to man then flesh and air
For in love we find our strong attraction.
To seek far more then vain satisfaction
I hope to find a place in this world,
For in love we find our strong attraction
And here it is our purposes unfold.
I hope to find a place in this world,
Searching in darkness until discovering the light
And here it is our purposes unfold
Making sense to all our sufferings and blights.
Searching in darkness until discovering the light,
Here is the journey we’re all meant to walk.
Making sense to all our sufferings and blights
Until our bones are buried beneath solemn rock.
Here is the journey we’re all meant to walk,
And all in all our history has shown,
Until our bones are buried beneath solemn rock
For man lives not on bread alone.
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Jul 4th, 2008 12:12 AM
And I really don't give a toss about the standings of society, just that I do what I do because I enjoy it.... Your good dude inspiring! 
I'll have to post some new poetry 
and so now I have to find another. 
