POETIC LICENSE

I started this section for you to be able to share your own poetry, or favorite poetry.

I have a favored author who I was sharing with a friend recently. I even had some of his writings read at my wedding. He eloquently brings so much wisdom into a few words.

This is from The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran:

On Children
Kahlil Gibran

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Where is the Love

In a world gone cold and people full of hate
I often ponder how the world got to this state
I see the death, the greed, the compasity for violence
makes me ask myself do any of us stand a chance
but we keep doing what we always do
no one seems to care what is just and true
no more heroes to show us the way
no one left to help save the day
the pain I see I wish to be free of
which begs the question "where is the love?"

-Kenneth H. Harvey

I know it sucks, but I don't see any better here

Luv That is a Beautiful poem and so right
its says our children are the future and let them guide the way
sounds like a song

Drill that Poem is Powerful, but the Author is so wrong
There are still heroes, and love is not lost, and the evil has not gotten stronger.
It just gets more media attention now.

The real heroes are the everyday people who reach out and help because they see a need. They Touch lives and spread hope and love, not for gain, not to be seen, just because that's where the need is. You see those heroes everyday, you walk by them, and rub shoulder to shoulder and may not even see them. If you stop one of them and ask them, "Are you a hero?" they will chuckle and say, "Me? No, I am just a regular guy" If someone attempts to point out thier heroism they simpley and humble say, " I just did what anyone would have done." and he blieves what he is saying. Heroes are not the sports figures making millions of dollars, that's just money. Heroes are not the presidents of big companies, thats just surface power. Heroes are Single mothers whose kids grow up to be happy and respect others, that's a hero. Heroes are dads who take the time to kiss their son good night and whisper, "I love you" as the boy drifts off to sleep, that's a hero. A hero is the friend who when you new in a place and no one will talk to you, walks over to the corner your sitting in and sits across the table sticks out his hand and says, "Hi, Welcome friend", that's a hero.

Heroes are you, all of you, come on look in the mirror. You see it don't you? When I came in this Guild I was the new gnome with the funny name. you folks did not let me sit in the corner and be all alone, every time I signed in guild chat echoed with Hi Woogoo. Within days I had invites to tag alone in dungeons I had no business being in. I had so many offers of help that I could not brlieve it. Now I count all of you as Friends, those are heroes.

These sports guys and the presidents sure they change money, they change news.
But heroes, they change lives and make them better.

<steps down from soapbox>
<scuffs shoes>
Sorry

*sniff* Here here Woo!

I think it was Ghandi who said, "A good leader inspires others to believe in him. A great leader inspires others to believe in themselves."

And thank you for sharing that, Sarge. It reflects pain that a lot of peoplel do feel, kind of "seeing the glass half empty" -- beaten down by disappointments. It also stirs up good conversation! Basically, whatever one focuses on becomes one's reality. "Life is 1% what happens to me, and 99% how I react to it" -- that is overstating it in some cases, but is a very good point. I have had doses of despair, but all in all I have been very lucky to have a nurturing family and close friends over the years....so I know how to look for the positives. I expect them. I search for them in others (most lol). I also believe in a loving God who is constantly working for my and others' good up to the limits of our free will. I try not to be "too" Polyanna, but I figure that if the good and the bad are always going to be there, focusing on the good keeps me going.

Where is the Love part II

Heroes around me there are none
What point is there when you find no fun
In anything you do, it just seems hollow
everyday motions you just seem to follow
Hopeing one day to find some hope
right now trying to find a way to cope
with these feelings I feel deep in my chest
seems so tired now, just want to rest
Alone now and will always be
I know now this pain I will never be free
I try in vain to climb out of the mud
no longer matters "where is the love"
---Kenneth H. Harvey

Mr. Harvey is describing the signs of clinical depression....no energy, no hope, feels like it will last forever with no way out, being convinced of things that are often not true, pessimistic thought magnet....such a painful place to be. The nature of the beast is to make one feel too tired or hopeless to get the help and support needed to pull out -- there is so much effective help available.

not bad for just making them up lol.

I thought that was you Taylent! Pyoor taylent!

Where is the LOVE part III

A single ray of light peers in the dark
hope maybe not, but it is a start
The once powerful dark is losing its depth
I soldier through as I take each new step
The light I see might hurt my eyes
but helps to show the truth of the lies
All is not lost, hope can be found
no more for me just lying around
Finding joy is hard but is of worth
starts with a laugh cause friends of mirth
seems some friends are sent from above
no more shall I ask "where is the love"
----Kenneth H. Harvey


I know it sucks, but hey I just came up with it real fast

The only part of that that sucks is when you said "I know it sucks"! pbpbpb You'd better stop that before I have to open up a can of.... I'm holding it with my finger on the tab ready to pull..... (Pepsi anyone?)

That was inspiring, Sarge. Would you mind if I copy it to share with some people I know who could also appreciate it?

I know you are just being nice, but I don't care what you do with it luv, just fix the spelling errors lol.

ahem.....Kenneth..... are you just trying to yank my chain? If you need to hear the last lecture on just saying "thank you" again I can copy-paste the last lecture you know....again....and again...and again....

Copy and paste, Luv, I do not mind
I still know that you were just being kind
the peoms I write are too amaturish
to be any good, to cause any bliss (stretching the rhyme lol)
But you are nice, no doubt that is true
nice and sweet, we all know that is you
this crappy rhymes I know are low in the ranks
so I guess for you I'll just have to say thanks


-Kenneth H. Harvey

That was sweet Sarge However it will not prevent the coming scolding. Hmmm....are you suggesting I would lie to make you feel good? *hands on hips*

While you are backpeddling, I will point out that my assessment and your assessment of your poems is quite different; just because you think they are amateurish doesn't mean that's what I think. You do not have to be considered a professional writer or a 'poet's poet' in order to have the gift with words. It is challenging to be able to paint a word picture, putting symbols of big concepts within a few words, and on top of that making the lines rhyme so that it has an easy flow.

I grew up playing piano - started when I could barely reach the keys with my fingers and my feet could pump the pedals of the pump organ my parents had. I took lessons in grade school. But I only play when I feel like it, and what skills I have are what came pretty easily -- I never really buckled down to practice a lot and sharpen my skills. I love playing for my own enjoyment. I can't play a piece without mistakes, and I get self conscious when playing in front of people. However people have often said they love to hear me play. I had to accept that they were not concerned with noticing my mistakes -- they just enjoyed the gift of the music. Even if I knew "I could have done better," I learned to try not to rob them of their enjoyment by depreciating their compliments. And, accepting that they had their own experience with the music I played, it gave me pleasure that it gave them pleasure.

You're smart - you'll get there. .....even if I have to take that stick you're beating yourself with and beat you with it myself!

(LOL - I didn't copy-paste as I'd threatened...you got a whole new lecture -- see how much I luvs ya? )

(Yeah....women and computers..... )

Drillsarge wrote:

Computers are like women, we enjoy them greatly, but they can also be our biggest source of stress and headaches.

Was that what you were '?' about?

sure lol

help from a friend

Life seems hard, with no one around
darkness consumes when no light is found
hope becomes pain when you dont have it
everything inside just tells you to quit
staring into the dark, you see something new
a hand seems to be seeking, it reaches for you
the warmth is a feeling that you must have forgot
a single kind jesture helps out a whole lot
in the hands grasp you raise to stand
out of the darkness, you see a good friend
you look back down, where you once had sit
seems so silly now, to even think to quit
never give up, you heard it before
god opens a window, when he shuts a door
these words you knew but never believe
but above the darkness you can now look and see
these words are true, you can see it clear
when someone cares, when someone is near
you can see a future now, not just an end
you can soilder through now, with the help from a friend

---Kenneth H. Harvey

I still say they suck, but whatever

That is so touching Kenny!!!

yeah yeah, you are all prolly secretly laughing at me and my pitiful poems when I'm not looking lol

If you really believed that, would you have posted them?

hmmmm good question grasshopper. Maybe my personality is such that I can laugh at myself better then anyone else, and I believe that if you are laughing at me, then you are not laughing at someone else.

I took a personality test that said when I am feeling uneasy in a situation, I will be the first one to laugh at myself before anyone else can.

Besides, if I can't laugh at myself, I wouldn't have the right to laugh at anyone else.