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Who Could It Be?

Once upon a time at a cabin in December
This night however, I would always remember.
Fast asleep in my warm, cozy bed
Dreaming away, but I thought someone said

A word or two just outside my porch
And a light emitting, did he have a torch!?
At midnight I go to see what he wanted
But no one was there, was I being haunted?

No tracks in the snow, no signs of another.
Perhaps it could my be poor, late mother?
No, not her, for long long ago
She said she was leaving, and to just let go.

Then who could it be, this ghostly sight?
I knew I heard someone in the middle of night.
Perhaps it could be a lifetime foe,
Who beyond the grave still wishes me woe.

No, him neither, for when he had died
He said he forgave me and I've no need to hide.
Then who could it be, outside in the cold?
If he's to wake me, he's sure to be bold.

Then I saw it once more in a blink of an eye!
The light, once again, would flash and die.
Then I had realized just how silly it was,
The light I had seen was my bug zapper's buzz.

But who then the voice moaning in deep "You... You"
I know I had heard it, I know it is true.
Above my head, again I had heard;
This time to find a night owl bird.

The simplicity of it, gave me a shock--
'Tis One AM sang my grandfather clock.
Expecting to see an apparition be caught,
My mind is now whirling and deeply distraught.

A bug and owl played tricks with my head.
Hence I decide to head up back to bed
From that day forth I would always remember
That one, strange night in middle December.


My Angel

I saw your beauty once upon a time
I swore "I must make that angel mine."
To not know your name would be such a curse;
A path in which I will traverse,

To the ends of the earth: to hear your voice,
To see your smile, to make me your choice.
Enjoying the view from the canyon hills
--just being with you gives me the chills

Of nervousness and excitement all—
Savoring the moonlight deep in Fall.
I feel as though it is my duty
To be the counterpart of your beauty,

Which shines as bright as the radiant sun
That lights the path in which I run.
Your smile alone will restore the green
Of the once gorgeous hilly scene,

In Chino Hills which I remember;
for I wish to be your only contender.
But if away from me you chose to go
Then I will not ever get to show

The kind of person I can be.
But only if you follow me
Will we live a life in which
You would never trade, nor ever switch.

I saw your beauty once upon a time,
And said, "By God that angel is truly mine"


Untitled

(Don't have a title for this one just yet, so if you think you got a good one just post it.)

What will I have to show when my life has ended
Or when my life is at a low, and anything but splendid
I went to school with saps, to get a fancy job
We threw up our caps, and began to sob

When we found no fun, in the midst of this fray
When the righteous deeds done are seen a-stray
This is the place where nice guys finish last
Morals we embrace thrown out so fast

Where am I going, I can only wonder.
My wounds, I'm sewing, my life in sunder.
And when I pass, will anyone remember
Once I'm in brass-- a six feet under member

But I can now see the gates-ever so pearly
When Saint Peter states, "You're here-- so early?!"
I say,"Phil V, reporting here"
"It saddens me", replys his leer

"To see you unflegded, and your life so right;
Let all those who dredged, know you put up a fight"
At this I pondered, if I'll be granted entry
Would back when I flaundered, be the blocking sentry?

"Give me a sec", as he looks through his book
I am but a spec, feeling ill from his look
"Ah here" quote the saint, with a smile on his face
"You may enter the gate, all covered in lace."

I began to walk in, where I can view its true glory,
The one place without sin, the first bedtime story.
And now I could see, what life was for,
To gain entry, to that golden street floor.


My December Midnight

(my first poem)

A fated midnight ever so bleak
In mid December midly meek
Pondering thoughts of days gone past
Peering through the Window last
I slouched in my chair, just after mass
Fealing light, weary, and yet- Alas!
I see my actions from a past event
Falling from zenith- like God's Servant
From there I tire yet hear some tapping
Interupting my midnight napping
I cross the floor, to my bedroom Window
Only to lapse in a mystical meadow
Supinely lay, I open my eyes
To find the calculus of my demise
I see it all in a deep blue hue
Just before I glimpse, my short life's rue
Unconciously my mind stops dreaming
Suddenly my heart stops beating
My one last breathe at a seconds pace
I have no time left, and see God's face.

i have a couple more, but these are by far my favorite

This post was edited by Kamikizzle on Feb 5 2008 11:54pm

When it comes to poetry, despite our love to rhyme we really clash in style.

I'm sure a teacher would give you good grades on these but I don't personally like them. They do flow and have a beat to them but the rhymes are simple and I find the topics to be very bland.

I'm at work but I will see if I can find some of my favorite ones on any of my sites.

i do have to admit that my style is very limited. i really only write when im inspired, and relgion or the afterlife is probably my most motivating subject.

I used to be religious and write religious poetry.

I've read some of your posts in the religion/politics forum and though I'm not too fond of religion IMO you seem much more intelligent when you talk about it as a debate than as a poem.

I do think you are educated but the religious ones just come off as mushy to me. If I were still religious I'd probably like them more...I will post one of my old religious ones in my thread and see what you think

lol yea my one thats untitled isn't meant to be anything close to accurate.

well, i like the rhyme to it, though
simple it may be. however, some of the simplest
verse is the best. and your idea behind
them is nice, however, like symptom said,
the topics are relatively bland.

i, myself, prefer free verse. still,
all in all, impressive. keep up the
good work. i'd hate to see talent go
to waste.

beautiful poem

Kamikizzle isn't intelligent at all.

don't go rage cus i've refuted all your points in PnR

There's something a little corny about the first poem. Maybe it was over used with exclamation marks, but the rest were...fine.