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[flame99]

PtW, and maybe irregularly contribute

[birdy51]

Irregular contributions is the watch-cry of the thread methinks. Which is why I stick with Haikus, since they are low maintenance and easy to pump out quickly. ^.^

[TD1]

Yep, irregularity is our thing. When I say "for tomorrow" you should probably read "I will aim for tomorrow but let's not get optimistic now."

Mental Health:

Beautiful, graceful, full of life
Busy, busy, busy and always
Set to make the most of time,
Working the nights and days.

Working yet never getting,
Not good enough to waste
Preciousness on, yes, busy
But not accomplishing.

Smiling that secret smile
Directed at the self,
Yet beaming outwards;
Chameleon life

Taught from infancy
The smile that hides the heart.
Worth nothing, with nothing
But some new task left to start

Some hopeless thing with which to
Distract the hope, the chill,
The iciness of tears so full of fears
You feel the slipping of your will

And then you bare your face, and know
You are not good enough, you have no place
You are not fit, so you must busy, busy, busy
Creating masks to chain around your face

But it is never enough, and you can feel
The tears still seeping, creeping down
Where none can see. Worth nothing
But the daggers which pin your smile in place.

For tomorrow: Errrm something more cheerful? A summer glade.

[Urist Mc Dwarf]

 Long ago we walked
And long we ago we sang
Do you remember those old woods?
On that long ago summer day?
Do you remember the meal we shared?
The jokes we told?
In that summer glade
Time has passed
The world has turned
But when I feel oh so cold
I remember that long ago
Summer day.

For tomorrow: An old friend

[birdy51]

Mental health need not all be that bad!
Life is not all but being sad.
A timely rest, a little break.
Can do some good, for goodness' sake.

Meditation, prayer and thought,
Can ease the pains that life may wrought.
And when we wish that the day just end,
We find relief in a tender friend.

Mental health can be quite scary.
And on occasion catches us unwary.
But take the time to ease oneself,
And you'll find a world of wealth.

Bonus Haiku!

A timely smile can
Soothe the heart, uplift man.
Our passions, it fans.

[Tomasque]

I'll post just a bit.
Little time (compared to wit).
I'll make up for it!

[TD1]

Alright, I fell off the wagon, but I'm back now. Hopefully.

A summer glade:

What are the words of those
Who stood at heaven's end,
Looking into the forest glade
As one looks for a friend?

Tolkien wrote of the Ents
And had them moan their fate -
A lonely life, without a bride
Where years are long and actions late.
And yet they had a beauty and their own
Nobility.

Frost passed the winter scene
Where spring had once been seen,
But did not think to moan the loss -
He saw, and what he saw was as a dream
For he had many miles to go
And more to pass before his sleep.

A traveller passes through the green
To house of ancient memory
To knock upon the door, his horse
Hidden by forest's canopy.
"Tell them I came," he cried
Then left that place.

But I, I come upon a forest glade
Lit by the summer sun. No magic
But that which it holds itself,
Just music of the spheres and time
Muffled by leaves, divided by light blades
Caught in nature's infinite, varied rhyme.

An Old Friend:

Memory of old days at school,
Camaraderie, no need to worry,
Hope for the future. Distilled youth.
That was the time in which we met,
And long have years of time passed
Where we walked different paths
To different industries and passions.
Yet we met again, today, to talk
About the old, the new, the sweet
Remembered hope of age.

For tomorrow: Business.

Edit: Nice to see you write something other than Haiku, birdy. (Though your Haikus are probably the best I've read). Conversely, nice to see you write a Haiku, Tomasque. Make sure it's not a permanent change, though

[birdy51]

Summer Glade!

A warm gust rolls through,
Sailing past the skies of blue.
Life takes a green hue.

An Old Friend

Memories flood me,
Of times we spent together.
It's all that remains.

[TD1]

There is business here
Cold suits, the heady knowledge
All are ruled by fear.

If you can't beat em, Haiku em.

For tomorrow: A crush/love interest/SO.

[birdy51]

Business from a different light.

My father sold grain.
People sowed the grain upon plains.
Their plants died in pain.

That year brought no rain.
Plants, beasts, and man, hunger slain.
Grain nar' sold again.

[Urist Mc Dwarf]

She smiles. I blush.
She goes. I wish I'm with her.
She cries. I comfort.

[TD1]

Is it beauty I want?
In part, of course it is.
It is a primal thing, to own
That which can sparkle in the sun
To know that you posses, unique,
That which does not exist, bar one.

But it is more than that. I want laughter
And inclusion.
Not the every day, casual tolerance
But an active pushing back of my seclusion,
The feel of hands at dawn
And idle talks on someone else's lawn.

I want dedication, and strength, and
That special forbearance that lets me know
That I am not alone. There is another
Who will love me. Another for my heart,
Another wishing for my safety.
Someone who wants to stand beside me,

And brush a casual finger down my hand
Who understands that scowls can hide
Something more tender, and can feel
Encircling bands of trust, and not call them
Burden on heart and soul, but wings.
I want someone who sings.

Yet I can compromise with fate. I know
That what I want is not what I may get -
I can strip back aesthetics, and have
an ugly, coarse voiced mistress. But the seed,
The seed that holds the love and trust -
Why, that has none of want, and all of need.

For tomorrow: Historic building(s).

[Urist Mc Dwarf]

That was good Th4 DwArfY1. Really good.

[birdy51]

I miss you.
The way you move, the way you laugh,
Beauty is not contained in a paragraph.
It breathes and lives, it shines so bright,
And fills my day with endless light.

I miss you, it's true.
And I know that I should not,
But my mind is broken and taut.
I still love you still, whatever it may be,
And despite all the faults that I in you see.

I miss you.
Love is not perfection, but the breaking.
The heartbeat, the chest quaking.
And even though our time has passed,
I still prayed that it would have last.

My mind shatters into a million starlight fractures,
If the world's a stage, are we but actors?
Mindless pieces rehearsing lines,
But I can't help feeling those words were mine.

[Tomasque]

 I liked dw4rfy's & birdy's poems (especially the end of the latter's). Sorry I'm not contributing, I have another thing I'm working on.