The King has arisen from his heretic dream
T'was only a nightmare that seemed so obscene
Now he rejoices with a poetic stream
pouring out wisdom with a rhapsodic gleam

Trumpets are blowing and the bards have aroused
The merchants are selling the lyres they've housed
The dancers are prancing to a rhythmical beat
as the poets read verses as a lyrical treat

King Tribo is dancing with the Queen of the Coins
And his army of Aces has been sent to De Moines
The kingdom is peaceful yet bustling with sound
whilst David Ben pours out the drinks all around

Everyone's happy and the land's full of cheer
Music abounds as the poets drink beer
Smiless has a grin that spans ear to ear
And even the pixies will soon reappear

The land of the forums is alive once again
and Feral Cat Woman will play Mother Hen
BushioBilly will share knowledge of Zen
And all will find wisdom in the words of Dave Ben

We'll dance through the night and share our delight
and everyone's words will be kind and polite
No horrid decrees of heathens and thieves
The Witches serve potions from Bayberry leaves

Magic belongs to the spirits of men
the source of the sorcery's hidden in Zen
The face on the coins is all we can know
the only true secret is to let you love show

I don't like adding verses to other people's poems.
I'm writing love poems today. This one is about "soul lovers" who have wandered many incarnations and have not found each other yet.



We almost met -



We could have had our love at last
We brushed shoulders as we passed
Same hotel, same town,
You went upstairs, I went down

We almost met;
You would have lit my cigarette

By life’s cruel joke,
I didn’t smoke.
You went left and I went right
We both slept alone that night

I know you’re here; I’ve searched the land
I’ve seen your footprints In the sand.
How many lives must I endure
Before I touch your hand?



Jeanniebean
8/26/2008

If a quixotic socrates studied zen under Zorba...?

then you'd have a foolish feta bhuddaholic

Was Zorba the Greek really a freak?
Is Aristotle's philosophy up for critique?
Were Socrates' thoughts esoterically weak?
Is a Golden Monkey MirrorMirror's physique?

The answers to questions we constantly seek
but when answers are given we think they are bleak
we call them opinions that people just speak
and refuse to accept them as a truth that's unique

Abra....great poetry as always.

A suggestion....
instead of saying anymore about christianity.. a subject which you are opposed to...
how about from now on, just concentrating on subjects you are not opposed to.....and continue on with your gifts...such as writing poetry...cause you indeed, have a gift there.

Focus and concentrate on the positve...positive words only.. no more negativity in any way...not even one word.....

Doing so is going to bring about some mighty unexpected powerful changes in your life.

Shared from the heart...cause this has been on my heart for you.

You are quite the gifted poetess yourself, Jeannie

am I the one to rhyme this time?
it can`t be me I forget my lines
if it`s ok can we call this fine
it`s no one elses. it`s all but mine
I walk my path, those prints in sand
I do not know who holds my hand
I only do whatever I can
If you don`t like me .. (it`s) part of the plan
& i`m only here as long as I stand
when I fall .. that`s it that`s all
my name`s been called
my bearer is pall

now i`m dead
i`ve cleared my head
no more worries
about daily bread
the world`s quarrels
are far from through
when will we see our Earth subdue?
I wouldn`t ask if only I knew..
so tell me now & answer true
when i am stuck what shall I do?
My answers come not, from fellow man
Their ideals I cannot stand
I live my life, I make my choices
when i do not speak, I dislike my voices
so take my actions, thoughts & intentions..
Then give me my Divine Intervention
pave my roads, 24 carat gold
to the heavens my soul is sold
I get my wings, all precious things
i`ll share with you. We`ll live like kings