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  1. Subscriber FMF
    a.k.a. John W Booth
    18 Dec '12 17:10
    Anyone write any stuff? Want to share? You first.
  2. Standard member KellyJay
    Walk your Faith
    23 Dec '12 05:50
    Originally posted by FMF
    Anyone write any stuff? Want to share? You first.
    Ramie's day
    Conceived in covenant.
    Formed by mighty hands in the darkness.
    A hope for a life of giggles and smiles, of laughter and joy, story telling, and wonder.
    What joy and wonder as she arrives, little hands and feet, a smile so sweet.
    With pain and sorrow a troubled heart, a year, a week, a day or two.
    Now she is on streets of gold. In the nail pierced hands.
    No pain or sorrow can touch her now.
    She waits with him for others coming.
    A hope for a life of giggles and smiles, of laughter and joy, story telling, and wonder.


    I wrote this.
    Kelly
  3. Standard member Grampy Bobby
    Boston Lad
    25 Dec '12 10:47
    “Never In The Eye”

    Beauty was never in the eye
    of the beholder,
    much rather if anywhere
    in the mind’s eye of the beheld.

    And a thing of beauty
    was never a joy,
    nor forever
    but unappreciated and transient.

    And the root of all evil
    was never money
    but the love of it,
    Mammon, the servant and footman
    of the unrequited.

    Neither is hell denied
    its fury, nor a woman
    ignored or deceived
    who prefers
    not to be scorned.

    And a female is not a woman,
    nor a woman a lady
    and young girls
    rape their own futures
    in the early sun.

    And a boy is not a man
    before his mother.
    Furniture is seldom if ever
    made in the woods.

    And having a pleasant day
    is less pleasant
    than outright possession
    of the unpleasant truth.

    No, my kinsman,
    the common wisdom is too common.
    Though less fragile
    it survives.

    Neither is all well
    that appears to end well,
    if held together subjectively
    and in place with pins.

    And no crass Bohemian
    spilling gypsy blood for the masses
    was Christ, nor Caesar

    a salad, Napoleon a pastry,
    nor the Duchess of Marlborough
    some new cigarette.

    (Boston, 1980)