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Passions in Poetry

Digital Passions
Poetry Magazine

Digital Passions #9
published Wednesday, July 18, 2001


Editor's Notes by Karilea Rilling Jungel
Featured Poet - A Selection by Beki Reese
Copyright Infringement by Poet deVine
Talking to Trees - A Poetry Duet
The Language of Silence by Karen A. Hood
The Whispering Tree (Poem) by Linda Bramblett
The Final Word by Poet deVine

* Bonus Features, Poetry & Prose

All About Haiku by Nancy Ness
Haiku and Senryu Selected by Sven/Temptress
Tanka Selected by Marge Tindal
Love Poems Selected by Sven
Poems on Life Selected by Marge Tindal
Spiritual Poetry Selected by Kathleen
Poetry Buffet Selected by Karen A. Hood
Friendship Poems Selected by Lone Wolf
Teen Poetry Selected by Javier Agosto
Going Nuts (Short Story) by Karen A. Hood

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Friendship Poems Going Nuts (Short Story)


Teen Poetry
Selected by Javier Agosto (aka Dopey_Dope)

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My Shining Star
by Valerie Arsenault (aka sugarpie313)

My shining star burns bright in the dark sky,
And anywhere I go it's sure to catch everyone's eye.
With a smile that could light up a thousand nights,
And the courage to fly to undiscovered heights.

To help and protect me in everything I do,
You're the one to help me make it through.
With open ears and a heart that stays true,
You know what to say when I'm feeling blue.

The way you read my mind and always see,
Just how I wanted every thing to be.
You looked past the outside, viewing the real me,
And took out of my life all the uncertainty.

The uncertainty I had of years to come,
you showed me who I could get help from.
You would be my guide and let me lean on you some,
And show me that sometimes you just need to have fun.

You know exactly when to let down your guard,
And to only keep fighting when things start to look hard.
I want you to stay in my life and never go far
For you are my one, and only, shining star.


Death of Bitter Hands
by Dark Enchantress

Death of Bitter Hands
Remind me of moons
and milk and honey.
Pour it over me,
preserve some purity
and we find
even hearts of stone
can crack open wide.
In the shadows
of the cave
can you see stars?
They remind us that
we can go so very far
And in my endless gaze
without a blink,
you must remember that I
wouldn't change a thing.


Mistress of Rose Fields
by Javier Agosto (aka Dopey_Dope)

"Mistress of Rose Fields, beware thy speech.
Tis Whispering Meadows, a secret leach.
Crouch down and speak, yet lightly still
Thou dost not want a Meadow to thrill.

Ever so softly grant me thy tale.
Be slow, yet steady. My mind to fail.
In left ear, not right. Tell me now,
Whisper thy plight of where and how."

Time elapsed, the tavern was cold.
Mistress of Rose Fields, her secret told.
Whispering Meadow lay in shock on floor
Exclaiming, "Halt! Please stop, no more!"

Yet still, she went on, and on she pressed.
Meadow lay dead, in motionless blessed
With eyes wide open, and mouth closed tight.
His mind in fear, in fear of fright.

Tears ran down Mistress cheek.
Uttered a secret that made her weak.
Fell to the floor in a weary spill,
Yet continued on, no fear of kill.

She finished herself with one, short phrase.
Said it softly and within a haze,
"Tis what happens when we blindly see,
I turned my back on love, on thee."


by Morouxshi_San

Taken by the waves
crash landed on heaven
broken on impact
it could never be saved

Yet it got there
it made its trip
it arrived at its destination
that is all that matters

The course brought him
closer and closer.
he reached eternal grace.
he won the race.

Crash landed on heaven
broken on impact
it could never be saved,
but that was just the vessel anyway.


Thee Lost Woods
by Angel in Flight

I saunter unhindered
through the shadows,
as malignity swells up inside.

My eyes are wide shut yet
the rage will not hide.

The forest of iniquity,
clutches my breath.
I ultimately grasp ...
I'm in the lost woods of death!!!

I rampage though the leaves
to attempt to get out.
I am plundering through
my distinctive perturbation of doubt.
The ebony ink commences to devour my soul...
My spirit was seized ...
and I
just let it go.

I collapsed to the dust
from the feebleness
of my treacherous plight.
The trees covered my remains
and I no longer had the STAMINA
r the HEART
to finish my fight.
I realized something
as one solitary tear
shattered the ground,

On that mystical and vaporous night
I had found;
I was not ever
in the lost woods of death ...
But rather ...
Trapped within
my own horrendous stone walls of flesh.