(10/10/2009 10:45:00 PM)
I would like to invite you all to come read my newest poem entitled It's Not Funny! Please feel free to express your opinions. Thank you
(9/25/2009 8:17:00 PM)
Would you visit the clouds?
Would you attend to the poor?
Can you take a moment to contribute something of Love and Compassion to a stranger?
These quest-ions are posed to me every week.
I answer with studying clouds, naming them one by one, imagining that I am rider of the clouds, sharing their magnificence and joy.
What wonder it must be to be a cloud. Angels of the sky I read some where, as they deliver water and capture water to be delivered again.
Often the attending to the poor in my place is to share bits of food or words of insight, poems that lift spirits, join souls, and let us know we are not alone.
Many times a month I share with a stranger, which is really a friend I haven't yet met, a simple smile, a soft thought from Beauty or Grace.
It is sometimes acknowledged, and they return with surprising blessed words.
Or they look strangely at me and walk onward as if I wasn't there....
thats ok to.
Somedays are better than others, and it is never predictable what will come my way. But it is important, it is a form of service to the greater whole. Jestures and words, poems and ideas all add to this ongoing life of living.
I would like you to visit my site, which is some where between Satori and Agape.
If you do, please look me up and we can share our experience alittle.
Above all thank you for being able to play your part and I congradulate you on your effort. Into the Silence we go.....
(9/10/2009 10:45:00 PM)
I would like to invite you to my web site:
Here you can down load a FREE copy of a song 'O'er Yon Mountain' sung by Jeeeny Plume out of Nashville, Tenn. which is one of my poems. You can also check out my Book 'Poems from the Heart' which is available amazon.com and barnesand.noble and other internet outlets. Please read my poems here on Poem Hunter. Thanks and enjoy. Lynn
(9/3/2009 7:43:00 PM)
Dearest poets each and one, your hearts arise while walking as one.
Rocks and dirt, and grassy greens, sand and earth and hills of dreams.
You inspire many, often without notice. But I wanted to share what you have done for me.
Some have asked what I wanted to know. Others answered questions not even asked. There were some that made me feel, deep inside,
and some made me see how far I've got to yet travel.
Once a poet made tears from my soul, and then another healed me and
urged me on to grow. There are those that try to say their mind,
and those who come lost like the blind. I check in each day to see
and learn and know. With great gratitude and thankfulness I am able
to visit and always leave with at least a new thought, view or poem.
(8/24/2009 2:36:00 PM)
hey if you get time check out my poems and tell me what you think.
(8/22/2009 10:33:00 PM)
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(8/10/2009 2:32:00 PM)
to all fellow poets, when and if you have time to spare any comments and contrcutive opinions are welcome on my new poem 'My Reconstruction' thank you for your time
Forest T. Jones
(8/9/2009 3:33:00 PM)
The 'he' of poetry -
When he drowns;
his clothes suffer.
(8/5/2009 11:50:00 AM)
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Will there ever be a day where iam no longer a slave
Captivated by the humdrum existence of the everyday
In a trance with the presistance the insistance of my bleeding heart
which decides without as much as a why That your the one i should love
Forget the logic Or the events of our two personalities clashing Only one word can summarize us Chaotic
tragic in a way how can something give me blissful pleasure
But can cause bone crushing pain
So many of my question remain unchanged
how can i allow this madness to lead me so far away
i kan hardly remenice myself
Aristotle once belived we all have a predestined soulmate
Then please heavenly father tell me where can i find him
ANd why have you rplaced him with this loveless love with no substance.Replies for this message:
(8/23/2009 2:34:00 PM)
Indeed. this poem gets right to the point. I enjoyed reading it, and can relate to with my whole being. I am there, right now. Anyway, I like it very much. Kimberly
(8/16/2009 5:48:00 PM)
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I like your poem, but im curious as to where your inspiration to writing this came from?
- Kimberly Lindsey (8/23/2009 2:34:00 PM) Post reply
(7/29/2009 11:32:00 AM)
i just want to say,
that i think about you everyday
but please don't think i am obsessed,
just because of this thing i confessed.
i just really like you,
but you see, i don't know what to do
cuz, all i wanna actually do is interact,
but to me, it seems like you don't wanna talk, in fact.
i would love nothing more
to be with you for
just a little bit
talking about useless sh*t.
Please, i am not obsessed, or a pervert,
please don't think i am or i will be hurt
I don't want anyone to think something so untrue,
sometimes you make me sad,
I'm thinking 'did i do something? ', 'is she mad? '
i just don't understand why you don't reply
every time i try
and text you.
its like what did i do?
god and now i sound like a pussey for saying all of this
damn. no bigger pussey exists.
why do i have to be so open about what i feel?
what the heck is my deal?
Man, you are impossibly pretty,
but i look ridiculously sh*tty.
why do i think i have a shot?
when you're so hot and i'm so not.
i am so boring, uninteresting, and dull
while you have a mysterious lull.
god, you're so pretty, u should tell a rose how to be beautiful.
so many songs remind me of u
of what you are, and what you do.
i always think about holding your hand.
and maybe laying down with you in the sand.
i hate people who only like you cuz they think you're 'hot'
i freaking hate them a lot
there is so much more to you
and even though that sounds sounds corny
and what makes me even sicker, is that they get horny.
to me, personalities are first, then looks come next
not second persona, and first sex.
I am also very deep, and mature for how old i am
c'mon, i write freaking poems for god's sake, damn.
or maybe its cuz i'm sensitive.
i don't know.