incredible number of good poems there..
another one this time by Kellygirl..

Comforts of Fear

You are the murky film that coats my independence.
Baptized in dread. Left matte and damp.
Muscles of freedom stay weak from neglect.
My deep inhale of contentment is halted by apprehension.

I pick the skin around my fingernails until they are raw.
The smoke of my cigarette stings as it infiltrates the open wounds.
My jaw aches from constant clenching, in turn dwindling the stature of my teeth.
You distract me from my life. Fleecing my destiny, one layer at a time.

You run so deep in my veins, slowing the flow, consuming serenity.
Yet I fear a cleansing transfusion.
Comfortable, abundant fear. Oh, familiar anxiety.
I can feel you. I can touch you. I know you are there.

nice poem.. esp. the last few lines... not sure if it suggests an ending though.. think tt would spoil the overall meaning...
from emule.com poetry forums (user submissions) by a poster named benjamin.


Another sun sets on the sea of love
and a soft silence seals the air,
Something drifts down from the sky above
and lands with a glowing flair,

Through the darkness comes a light
from the angel who landed here, tonight,
Her heart is soft and her eyes are bright
There are no words to describe this sight,
With beauty greater than any before
she holds the key to a long locked door,
Her love is aimed straight to the core
as into his life, the emotions pour,
A gentle warmth wraps his soul
His heart takes off for a little stroll
His mind no longer has control
as dreams of passion begin to unroll,
But before anything can be said or done
a gentle kiss sends his heart to run
and the stars and planets unite as one
then she silently sets with the shimmering sun
.....and darkness falls on the sea of love.

feeling so lazy...




oh forgot came across part of this poem in tony parson's one for my baby..

nice too..

william butler yeats - when you are old and grey and full of sleep

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

for pc today did part of joyce's a portrait of the artist as a young man.. had no idea his language was that evocative. good stuff as well..

found this translated poem in "one hundred poems from the japanese" by kenneth rexroth.. nice... lots of other nice poems in there too.

Do not smile to yourself
Like a green mountain
With a cloud drifting across it.
People will know we are in love.
- Sakanoe -