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Shreder -> RE: Poetry~Compressed Meaning (3/20/2011 23:05:03)
Lament A piece of paper, stained purple with grief A broken string, a fast decaying leaf A ruined book, now stained yellow with age Filled with words long faded from the page A former sword, now melted mass of gray A polished sheen, long since rusted away A terror once, now only lingering fear What was today, now distant yester-year Once proud, a long since crumbled tower Once fair, a long since desiccated flower A dying tree, its ancient branches bent A ruined bell peals out its death lament C&C

Shreder -> RE: Poetry~Compressed Meaning (5/23/2011 21:45:43)
Bereft The fire of our love burned bright Far beyond childish games Like moths we were drawn to the light Of each others flames The passion filled us utterly Bespectacled our eyes So all around us seemed to be A perfect Paradise But then that day, oh wretched day When cruel fate did scheme That, in snatching you away It could shatter the dream So now, though you are long since gone I’m left to struggle still But all that was an Eden once Is now naught but a Hell C&C

Shreder -> RE: Poetry~Compressed Meaning (6/19/2011 9:28:04)
Knowledge Sometimes we seem to think that we Know all there is to know Believe that we can place all facts In neatly ordered rows But then something doth come along That throws it all askew Then we must drop our former thoughts And start to learn anew Thus we’re forced to reassess And in the end, admit That though we may know many things There’s much we don’t know yet C&C

Shreder -> RE: Poetry~Compressed Meaning (8/4/2011 9:44:08)
Simple Gift of Love I hold you child in my arms And think of all you've been through Wonder how I ever could Try to make it up to you There are many things that I could give But most are not enough So take this most important gift A simple gift of love I know your past is filled with pain More than I can comprehend But I hope that what I have to give In a small way makes amends There are many things that I could give But most are not enough So take this most important gift A simple gift of love C&C

Shreder -> RE: Poetry~Compressed Meaning (10/13/2011 10:20:53)
An Angel Weeps As sinks the sun doth Eden sink to grief, Drowning beneath the deluge of its tears. Amidst its pooling shade an Angel weeps, A haunting dirge of long forgotten fears. She sits, a marble statue in the park, Bemoaning that Life set so high a cost. An amber teardrop stains the gath’ring dark, The last remembrance of what once was lost. C&C

Shreder -> RE: Poetry~Compressed Meaning (11/17/2011 2:45:52)
The Wind Does Not Forget The wind does not forget, When it first touched Adam’s cheek. I’m sure a million years from now-- It will remember me. The wind does not forget, When man, astride the sea-- Contrived a sail, and caught it, And danced before its breeze. The wind does not forget, When we watched the birds that sing. And sought to rise above ourselves-- With artificial wings. The wind does not forget, When we sought our own demise Dropped bombs that slipped betwixt its grasp-- To forfeit our own lives. The wind does not forget, When at last, we all were dead. And it was left to wander o'er-- A barren earth instead. No, indeed, The wind does not forget. C&C

Shreder -> RE: Poetry~Compressed Meaning (11/23/2011 1:52:05)
Sing Softly a Tune of Alabaster Light Sing softly a tune of alabaster light Of stars that danced forlorn along their way Amidst the empty recesses of night Sing of the moon, flawed orb both pale and bright That showered silver rays upon your face Sing softly a tune of alabaster light Sing of the perfect, immortal and trite Novae that flashed only to fade away Amidst the empty recesses of night Sing of the wanderer, the meteorite Ever denied the chance to pause, to stay Sing softly a tune of alabaster light Sing of the heavenly art, that in its spite Makes all our efforts seem a worthless waste Amidst the empty recesses of night Sing of them all, the best of dark and bright The souls that crossed your path along the way Sing softly a tune of alabaster light Amidst the empty recesses of night C&C

Shreder -> RE: Poetry~Compressed Meaning (11/29/2011 8:10:52)
Curious The human life is a curious thing A brief eternity Like bird for but a moment perching In eternal tree But short years fly, and it takes wing Nobody can say where Perhaps its unrequited searching Finds an answer there After perching, after searching Finds an answer there C&C

Shreder -> RE: Poetry~Compressed Meaning (12/14/2011 9:54:56)
We Are the Dead We are the dead, and here we lie Bedecked in blood-stained clothes Our vacant eyes gape toward the sky Where float black-feathered crows We are the dead, passed briefly by For lack of time and will Our burial must come in time The war, it rages still We are the dead, now long forgot Yet still we lack repose Untouched, the eyes that watch us rot Are those of black-winged crows C&C

Shreder -> RE: Poetry~Compressed Meaning (12/19/2011 1:33:37)
Frostval Once again, the time draws near Children come and hear the tale The air outside is cold and clear But warmed by glowing fire here I’ll tell you of Frostval For in this special time of year O’er wood, and hill, and field, and dale All people, be they far or near Spend time with those that they hold dear To celebrate Frostval It is a time of joy and love A time for sharing food and ale The stars high up in heav’n above Like golden light, reflect the love Poured forth during Frostval Presents are shared, and gifts exchanged Bright shining swords, and coats of mail And one and all, our hearts are changed Priorities are rearranged Our focus is Frostval It matter not whether we’re good Or if to evil’s call we hail For once we all act as we should Our quarrels have away been put In honor of Frostval C&C

Shreder -> RE: Poetry~Compressed Meaning (12/20/2011 7:51:35)
Thirteen Ways of Looking at Trees I Great things can come from small beginnings Much like the biggest trees can grow From the smallest seeds II Those who truly aid their fellow men Are like a tree, in whose supporting branches The blast-beruffled birds can take refuge From the violent storms of life III Nature is like a tree In that but one trunk Supports hundreds of branches, thousands of leaves IV We must be like a tree And firmly set our roots in stable soil Set for ourselves a firm foundation Lest we be washed away V I hold an admiration for Those who, when caught in the winds of strife Don’t snap or shatter, like brittle panes of glass But rather bend, like slender willow trees VI The apple does not fall from the tree But it can from its landing place be carried VII The tree goes through a cycle every year Much like the cycle that our lives become It springs to life, slowly matures Ripens with age, then seems to die Only to flower again VIII Much as a tree absorbs its energy From the yellow radiance of the sun So too do we, as humans, absorb joy From laughter shared with friends IX Trees coexist in peaceful harmony Sharing the earth, the silver rain that falls I wish we were as wise X As trees, each year, shed leaves no longer needed So too should we shed that we which need not XI On a hot, hot day, I sat beneath a tree And appreciated its shade So freely given, no recompense desired To all who wander by XII Trees are celebratory sorts In honor of a another year past they Dance with the Northern Wind XIII Sometimes I wonder What it would be like to live For thousands of years The Methuselah Tree knows C&C

Shreder -> RE: Poetry~Compressed Meaning (12/29/2011 3:21:34)
Twinkle Twinkle, twinkle, Darkness wrinkles Folded by the piercing light Twinkle, twinkle, Stars o’ersprinkle In the vast expanse of night Swish, swish, Make a wish On the star that arcing falls Hush, hush Ease the rush For a downy pillow calls C&C

Shreder -> RE: Poetry~Compressed Meaning (2/28/2012 10:49:59)
Sunset Sunlight trickles through the shades Pooling on the tufted floor Late afternoon’s lethargic rays Bend and break, and burn no more Taking on a softer hue A less intensive glow The sky drinks in a deeper blue And night’s first stars begin to show C&C

Shreder -> RE: Poetry~Compressed Meaning (4/26/2012 0:57:59)
Sometimes I Cannot Help But Sing Sometimes I cannot help but sing It's not like I'm trying To carry out a plan Or perform for an audience If anything, I am the audience As if the song that comes bubbling up Like water from a mountain spring Is meant for me to drink And in the words and music Harmoniously mixed Is such exultant joy Sometimes I cannot help but sing C&C

Shreder -> RE: Poetry~Compressed Meaning (10/9/2012 12:05:51)
Love: A Fragment Flittering, fluttering Doubting, wondering Does she really feel that way? Bumping, turning Guessing, learning What am I supposed to say? C&C

Shreder -> RE: Poetry~Compressed Meaning (11/20/2012 18:15:09)
Empathy On the days when the rains come And it all just falls apart When you’re left with naught but empty hands And an emptier heart When shadows cloud your teary eyes And you cannot see the light I’m waiting here, with open arms To tell you “it’s alright” To hold you close, until the storms That plagued you pass you by To still your fears, and catch your tears Till you have no more to cry For I know that were our roles reversed You’d do the same for me The beauty of a friendship lies In its empathy C&C

Shreder -> RE: Poetry~Compressed Meaning (11/21/2012 19:09:45)
Miracle There’s a poet in all of us, to some degree And beauty, if we choose to see There’s music in us, if we let it sing And hope for what tomorrow brings So in the times when you feel frail And wonder why you’re here Do not forget the miracle That stares back from the mirror C&C

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