Okay, okay. I took the plunge. Why does that make me feel so uneasy ? *shrug*
Because I am in the company of greatness!!!!!

Solitude 7/89

And in the sadness;
In the silence;
was accompanied
by drops of rain
knocking at the window.
And she sat;
absorbing
the meaning
of it all;
still not acknowledging
but just
feeling; and the weight
on her chest was lifted
as silently
the tears coursed
down her face;
Tracking their
well known
path to a
well known
destiny of
unimportance; and
the release
of her pain
was deafening.

Wow, Gali, that's a lot of feeling packed into a few words. I'm glad you took the plunge and shared that .

BTW, what happens when you try to do an embarassed face? If you type :o in your message it should come out -- doesn't it?

I'm glad you took the plunge too, Gali....

Much emotion there....

Love,
Rainbow~

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Glittering GALADRIEL,

That is solid GOLD.

Robert Chancellor

Galadariel you warm wonderful sensitive being ... what a POEM !!! ... that's just the way it is with me ...
And you ne'er took the plunge lady, you just sent cupid-arrows flying high on the wings of Poesy ... An Archer taking the plunge ?!!! With their eyes arched upwards ... the sky's the limit ! Thank you ... Mucho Gracias ... Merci Beaucoup ...
for rejuvenating this wonderful thread ...
love ... druid

PS : Shagun, pixie dearest, your Piscean thread is waving its flag magnificently ...

Dear Gali

BRAVA !!! !!!

Much LOVE
essence

Gali..How beautiful...I felt a tugging at my heart strings ...

Crystal.

Thanks you guys. I think I felt strange opening the latest poets' thread, cos I don't think of myself as a poet !! But I appreciate all the love and support you guys show. You all are so GOOD at this stuff and I'm just a newbie !! So I thank you.
~Gal

WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*********!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!**** *********************...(Etc, teehee)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!**********!!!!!!******

Libra Sonnet I

When God created day as well as night,

He did not praise one more, but called each good.

He saw with equity, just as we should,

For each reflects the justness of His sight.

All men and women also have two sides,

A multitude of traits yet to be weighed

Before the final tally can be made

And judgment passed on where our heart resides.

And even though our judgment often fails,

Some angels walk among us as our tools

To set aright the bias of us fools

By weighing us with love in golden scales.

With Libran beauty, peace and harmony,

You set aright the biased fool in me.

by Robert Chancellor

To the endlessly talented rc,
beautiful.

Sweet druid sent me here, and I am pleased I made the trip. You have an awesome gift. As I read your beautiful piece, the tears just came to my eyes. You are an inspiration.

Would you mind terribly if I printed 'Libra Sonnet I' out on my computer? I promise I will take good care of your lovely wee child. (after all, us Librans have to stick together!)

I love your work!

Much love,

Laura

Sir Robert,
I just adore your poem...I would dearly like to include it in our first news letter for the academy...which will be published in the fall...Perhaps I should have communicated this by e mail...but we are among friends..so I am sure its okay...

An Abundance of Blessings

Crystal.

Wow! Such kind words from everyone! Thank you all so much.

Lasting Laura Mc,

You may certainly print it out on your computer. That's a great honor you do me.

Concordant Crystal,

Of course it's ok! Please feel free to use it in the newsletter and share it with anyone you wish. I'm as purple as the plates in the Linda shop right now, but that's ok because it's a "good" purple (both the plates AND my face, I mean.)

Robert Chancellor

Dear Most REGAL RC

Belated Compliments to your LIBRA SONNET I -
It is so RICH, BEAUTIFUL & TRUE, like You, Kind Sir !!! !!!

Much LOVE
essence

Sir Robert.........yes, Libra Sonnet is.........I sometimes feel at a loss for words......and don't want to overuse the same ones over and over..... and parrot those that have already been used to describe it....so I'll just say...it is....

SUPERKALAFRAGALISTICEXPEALIDOCIOUS! ! !

Peace and Love,
Rainbow~

This is not my poem.....but a poem by a Native American...who has not resolved the bitterness in his heart....but these are his feelings...and they are legitimate and valid......his expression....

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RED REBEL

by E. Donald Two Rivers

I am the Red Rebel
and this is my song...

My humanity was choked
by school book lies
devoured by historians
with their breath of rotted flesh
their false words
they call
the light of knowledge

someone hates the likes of me

I am the shaman's grafitti message
on the subway walls
banished
from the human race
I am the skeletons
burried in Dixon Mounds-
uncovered to become
a raciest tourist
attraction
that whirled in anger
until
returned to rest
in final peace

I am the anguished
cry of Indian mothers
sterilized
in government clinics
on
western
reservations...

someone hates the likes of me

I am the spirit of Geronimo
Crazy Horse, and Louis Riel
I am the ghost
of Raymond Yellow Thunder
that cannot
and will not rest...
beaten to death in a V.F.W. hall
full of cowboys
with no balls
dead and eaten by cannibals
of South Dakato's injustice
I am the story with no end...
the cause...
with no effect...

someone hates the likes of me

I am the song of the winds - singing in a voice
eloquent with rage
I am sharp-edged words
that twirl
like a windstorm
in a dance of resistance

Mine is a thirst for freedom
never quenched...
my dream is the dark
and elusive silhoutte
called dignity

I am the Red Rebal
proud of a past
that you can't hide,
forget, silence, or steal

I am the human spirit
that will not die...

someone hates the likes of me

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Peace and Love,
Rainbow~

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KNOWFLAKES

Like snowflakes
there are knowflakes
who have fluttered
each uniquely
to the earth
to shine so brightly
sometimes daily
sometimes weekly
to a haven
in the cyberworld
where each knowflake
will find
many knowflakes
from ALL over
but all will be
of like mind
(for the most part)

Peace and Love,
Rainbow~

Radiant RAINBOW,

The creativity blossoming now in that spectrum of colors that is you, is AWESOME!
It really MUST take a little rain to make all things bright and beautiful grow!

rc

Dear Rainbow,
That was a beautiful poem
Lots of Love
Seamistress

Thank you Rainbow, for those two poems. The Knowflake poem was touching because I think we all feel that way, this is such a nice place to come and feel welcome, a haven away from this crazy world "we borrow from our children"!!! I just love to read your words, miss lady !!
Blessings,
~Gal

Dear SWEET Rainbow

!!! !!!

Much LOVE
essence

With embarrassment, I must confess, I pulled a boo boo....

On Budding Poets II, I posted a poem by my mother called TRAIL OF TEARS....and when I proudly showed it to her the other day, thinking she would be happy to see her poem here.....she said, "But you've started it, in the middle." And indeed I had....and how, I don't know...I suspect that I accidently deleted the first part some how...

since I did her that disservice.....I would like to post it again....in it's entirety...

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TRAIL OF TEARS

Ths soft sound of the rustling wind,
In the dead of night
Broke the rythm of their steps
And on until the night
With heads held high
and feathers bright
Across their shoulders hung,
The long long march of many moons,
For them had just begun

Across the streams and mountains high,
Through the glades and dell,
Over meadows wild and wide,
Now only time would tell,
Cold north winds blew frigid air,
Bringing with it snow,
Not many of them would survive,
As onward they must go

Cold and hunger took its toll,
Of the helpless and the weak,
The children small, the old and sick,
Marched on with frozen feet,
They heard the weakened babies cry,
From dusk until the dawn
As the women huddled close to them,
To keep their babies warm

Still the march went on and on,
Many dropped to earth,
Never more to rise again,
In their land of birth,
Time would heal, some would survive,
To come back from defeat,
We still have our honor,
This we'll always keep
A nation born of courage strong,
Is etched in memory,
You'll never break our spirit
Or take our dignity....

by Dorothy Medacco-Pete

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Mom will be 81 in september....

For those who may not be familiar with the Indian Removal Act...Native Americans in the east had to leave their homes forcefully and sent west to reservations....and the trail of tears, brought them much misery....some left in handcuffs...many died...it was a sad time in history...

Peace and LOve,
Rainbow~

Thanks for posting this again, Rainbow ... so beautifully written and so sad. Please give your Mom our love and compliments.

It's a mystery what happened to the first half of this poem on the other thread -- I'm almost positive I've read the whole thing before ... maybe it accidentally got edited out somewhere along the way. No matter, it's here now.

!!! !!!

MUCH LOVE
essence

Dearest Rainbow,
What a beautiful poem...so sad...do thank your mother for sharing it with us...What a talented Lady! You must be very proud of her.

An Abundance of Blessings

Crystal.

Has anyone seen Sir Robert?