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Welcome to the Town of Feeling


Happy, Sad, Mad and Glad, Moved in down the streetCautious watched them, from her window, Wondering, which one must I meet?Confused came in with overwhelmed and said, "The Panics have come to town"Then Hopeful called the carefulls, And said that Happy was a clown.Anxious came in with the news, Confident had called a town meetingTo take a vote for Mayor, And to Appreciated the new neighbors to Feeling.

A Case of The Fears


Chicken Soup is good for a coldSleep is good for the FluWhen I get a case of the FearsWhat is a character to do?It is not bacteriaAlthough it can eat away my soulIt is not a virusYet, it can keep me from ambiance wholeI know what will do the trick,What will put me back on top,A great big bowl of Ice CreamWill exceedingly hit the spotThat was great and now I am doneOne bowl just won't doIf one is good, then more is greatAnd now I have eaten two.Bowls three, four, five and sixCame and then they wentI think my case of the fears are fixedLook at how my time was spentI am being paid sleepyIt is time to go to bedMy fears are no longer in my stomachNow they are in my headI close my eyes and I can boil Fears I want to killI will do, anything it takesTo keep the monsters still.

I Hate The Wait (Weight)


I get up in the morningAnd want to stay in bedOh, so nice and warmLike fresh from the oven bread.My day is oh so busyI wish that I could stayIn the quiet of my houseIf only I could play.

Why I enjoy Writing?


During interviews and broad-spectrum conversations with the public,one of the most challenging questions for me to answer(timely and thoroughly) is,"Why do you enjoy writing"?So due to the challenge manifested in such a question,I pondered on creating an answer. Many reasons came to mind,but after digesting much"time for thought",I managed to condense my reaction to three items.

Growing


Growing hurts sometimes; saying goodbye to friends, to effects you've known and done to effects you required to do. Growing heals sometimes the devastated dreams and hopes of a life you once knew leading you to a new comprehension of yourself.

Kens Poem


How wonderfully sweet to be a dweller dwelling on the road of goodbye. Bittersweet tears fall as I think of all the seats I'll never see, all the faces I'll never know, all the joys I'll never share, as I head for the unknown.

Find the Magic


FIND the MAGICFind the Magic As you circulate old repression Come out of hiding And see the starsFind the Magic As you expose the pain Let the tears flow And find beauty in your bodyFind the Magic As you scream from the beating Run from the threats And feel the affection of a hugFind the Magic As the hardly girl is silenced Told she is too smart for her own good And she finds her place of honor as she speaks her mindFind the Magic As the ghosts creep into dream Haunt your daily life And you meet them at the crossroads and move onFind the Magic As you drift out of your body, avoiding the anger Observe the separation And you join the body temple once again to cheer in this exclusive wonderFind the Magic As you listen in to the conflicts and Watch in horror And emerge from the water whole and delightful in a rainbow of colorsFind the Magic, For you are whole once again� 2004 Susan BaconSusan Bacon is an researcher, educator and author. Acquaintance her because of her web site http://www.

Ocean Heal Me


Ocean Heal MeOcean heal my wounds Let your waves curl and foam on my body Wash away blood, heal scarsOcean renew me with your power As constantly you roll Giving asset that's been drainedOcean keep me warm Wrap me in your brine Caress me with your tidesOcean disband my tears As they flow in you I purify my soulOcean let me grow in your depths Color me alive blue, coral, green Clear = revitalizedOcean your spray anoints me Cool and refreshed My spiritual renewalOcean be my friend Hold me flowing in your currents Ever moving, ever changingOcean, heal me.� 1983 Susan BaconSusan Bacon is a researcher, creator and teacher.

Bleed


now is not the time to open open that great door again not the time to be more tolerant not the time to play to winnow is not the time for justice evolution mercy choices not the time to pet the puppies yipping with pathetic voicesnow is not the time for kindness not the time for compromise not the time for loving blindness not the time to close my eyesnow for one too many people not that i have gained no good heart has sown but flesh is reaping tears to mind and atrophied bloodnow my inner wolf seeks equals only those whose chords can howl deadly whether lone or social defending young or on the prowltell me not that you would die upon the spines of my displeasure live for me and for you will i cherish each cell as if a treasureput me not contained by a cage but roam with me all through snow and sun be by my side or breathe my dust for i shall bleed again for noneNiki Lasher Artist, Writer, and Webmatron http://www.kthulah.

Joined


JOINEDHeart beat of man pounding - yet unheard joined becomes the beat of a nation.Words of man written - yet unread joined becomes a proclamation.

My Final Defeat - Fixed Competition


She almost certainly can't commit to memory and I know I can never forget..

You Lost Your Last Chance and Me


I will never think twice nor will I roll the dice When it comes to my life I will take my Grannio's adviceYou play the hand you're dealt when it comes to who will be your Dad - But if you bluff about a card's face value for too many years you disregard you had - No Aces or King of Hearts in your first deck - But instead a worthless Joker-So Wild and Mad..

Its What She Didnt Say


When I hear your voice exclusive my head it makes me think of you every lone day as I fight back tears of despondency and astonishment if you're okayMy life is empty lacking you I wish time would take away the pain but the ache in my heart persists and my austere hopes seem in vainI accomplish how much I hurt you and now I know it's too late to tell you how sorry I am and anticipate you not to hateI don't deserve a be with attempt to show you how much I care when you considered necessary me the most I know I botched to be thereNow your trust in me is gone eternally and I will never have the accidental to say I exceedingly hope your dreams come true and happiness finds you every dayI would give just about something in life if I could go back to that day and erase the lot I said and did to make your anguish go awayWhat hurts the most is this is what you didn't say and the nonappearance of these words haunt me each and every day..

My hero, my best friend, my Grannio (a.k.a my Grandmother)


She raised me like I was her own daughter from the day I was born 32 years ago.She loved me like minion else has ever loved me in my life.

Ive Learned


You cannot make a big cheese love you. All you can do is be a big cheese who can be loved.

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