Pouring My Art Out

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Okay, here are the poems I promised you. I wrote them with Hastywords over at: http://hastywords.wordpress.com/ and she is one awesome poet. You should check out her work. She does duet poems with lots of bloggers too.

She called this one: Ice Castles

Fire seers the world around me

Yet my frozen heart denies the flames

And every fiber of being inside me

Yearns to feel the heat, the fervor

In which desire and passion claims

 

I once joined in the fiery dance of love

Before withdrawing behind sheets of ice

Those were the days when I was young

Before my heart had known anguish

The days when warming flames felt nice

 

My heart was broken more than once

And I resurrected a castle for myself

One with fireproof walls that I believed

Would keep me from yearning, burning

All my desire sitting upon an icy shelf

 

Now I stand upon the frosted battlements

I watch the forces of love and lust below

As the battle rages back and forth

Neither side winning or losing much

Fighting over the same old ground, to and fro

 

As emotionless as I may seem to some

I must say I fear no more inequities

Trespassing upon my iced- up porch

Quiet contentment satisfies me

Detached from all the passionate extremes

 

And yet now and then I wonder

Was my solitude worth the price?

The long vigil has kept me safe

No warmth has pierced my isolation

But pain, there is aplenty

 

So maybe someday, perhaps

I will venture to feel what I have missed

But for now I will reserve my strength

Until once again I am strong enough

To feel weakness from one single kiss

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Here is a rather nice bit of poetry called: A Life Mapped…

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Lines etch every corner

They are the road map of my life

Scratching stories into valleys

Eroded by rivers of tears

A timeline of every passing year

 

Crisscrossing deep reminders

Of anguish and silly laughter

Echoing inside underground canyons

Repelling around bottomless ravines

Tripping over endless seams

 

Reverberating off towering walls

Flowing from past to future

A timeless flow begun as a trickle

Becoming thunderous waterfalls

Leading to an unknown sea.

 

A treasure map full of dreams

Of chutes and ladders

Of caves full of monsters unseen

Just waiting for future kin

To relive during their nightly read

 

The map is torn from my grasp

The rapids rage and howl

The rudder is shorn away

Whirlpools and white water lie in wait

Plenty of adventure is in store

 

Little eyes widen at dragons galore

And when x marks the spot

Inside the dark nights wooden floor

Giddy excitement escapes

As I become the heroine once more

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And we did a silly one too.

It doesn’t have a name, I guess. We were just bouncing thought back and forth.

You feel up for more

Or have I worn you out?

Can you feel your breath shallow

Or is it heavy and stout?

Do you think anyone cares

What we think about?

Or do you think they are waiting

For us to shout?

 

I think that a few of them actually care

They watch us as our souls we bare

When we take on the world’s dare

And write a poem as a pair

With style and excessive flair

We dance with words beyond compare

We squint into the rising glare

As all my minions throughout the lair

Rise from their toils of quiet despair

And watch as from our hearts we tear

A tale to lead them they know not where

 

You may be right, you usually are

It is what makes you a blogging star

Your minions come from near and far

Just to get a small taste of who you are

As for me, I am not so sure

My blogging seems like such a blur

I use pictures I create as a lure

But once one visits, they pray for a cure

However different we are though

No matter how high or how low

We seem to seriously bestow

Our lives into a community that grows

 

As long as we are having fun

And shining brighter than the sun

This is a game that’s never done

A blogger’s work is never done

All that we can really do

Is to ourselves always be true

Whether people cheer or boo

I will try to think of something new

And keep on shooting for the stars

It’s cheaper than hanging around in bars.

 

Hmmmm I might like hanging in bars

Or camp town racing in cars

But that is neither here nor there

I think I understand your flare

It is something few of us dare

It is called being completely bare

And not minding how many swear

Wouldn’t it be ironic, dear Mr Art

If this poem here, was only the very start

Of a much longer poem, a small little part

Of the most gigantic poem written inside

The longest comment section world-wide

Maybe you could even dare to dream

To have the biggest blogging team

With the coolest and talked about theme

 

I’m just trying to bump my stats

And drive you all a little bats

I know this isn’t my best idea

More like typing verbal diarrhea…

 

Well bumping your stats is ok I guess

But there are a few things I must confess

I happen to think you are already a success

I know you know I tend to be a bit of a mess

And on stats I never had time to obsess

But if I did it would only lead to stress

But for all my following readers I am blessed

Did you know, because I just saw

I lack 200 to reach 10,000 ya all?

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Try to figure out which part of each poem I wrote, and which parts she wrote.

But don’t discuss it here… come down and help us break the record!