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stonepoem joined StumbleUpon on Apr 20, 2004 97 reviews since Apr 20, 2004
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aluis rated 8 weeks ago
"R I P

Have you heard?
The poet is dead.
Silenced in descent
Of crouching night.
Forgotten now
By mortal winds
And things that speak
To breathless souls
Or hearts entwined,
Out amongst
The nebulae.
But don't be sad
For errant voice,
No longer felt
And whisper still.
Thoughts, are such
Temporary things.
When you hear
This poet is dead -
Carve some words
In stone."


all-is-passion rated 4 months ago
Q u e s t i o n . Who are we to pre-suppose to know that we are those that shine with special glow. We are merely they, that follow normal ways asking questions as we go of whom and what we want to be. And what is this we wonder now? Who the hell, are we.
tobefitalex rated 13 months ago
Really surprised and amazed... Obviously one of the most creative stumblers I have ever seen since I found Stumbleupon... Great really,
Review me back
Regards
Alex
mrene rated 14 months ago
Wow...Stonepoem is quite a gifted writer; if you love poetry don't miss these pages.
simplyimagineit rated 14 months ago
a poet to check out
amourceleste rated 16 months ago
You have a beautiful way with words! :) Exactly what I adore in a person. I miss your regular posts. Within this poetic repertoire, there are many gems. I always come across pages you've suggested. Marvelous stumbler.
Rrrick rated 18 months ago


T h e W o r d s D o n ' t W o r k .


Words
are a waste of time -
they've certainly occupied
too much of mine.
Shouting like pushy folk in line
from A to Z, demanding attention
in fray with clatterered heels
and sullied cries,
bold suggestions -
like Jazz sax strayed
too far from melody.
But it's not I don't enjoy
their crowded company.
No, far from it, I do -
I truly do and always will.
Where would I be
without our dialogue?
And beauty, and wonder
and other joys?
It's just ... I begrudge
the mechanics of these things -
these *words*.
They just can't resist
trying to sneak their influence
beyond what I really want to say.
Words come with baggage you see.
What I think, what I write,
and what I speak -
it all gets ransomed by
dragging needs to express
and be understood,
to offer degrees of meaning.
In reality though,
not, the real me.

Go to stonepoem's page and read. It's remarkable.
I found this on Europas-Elegies' page and loved it.

Migrant-Picker rated 20 months ago


Stonepoem Then... L o v e s o n g One day, the wind brushed the back of my neck, and I thought about you. A sudden scent, pleasant - making me remember. A happiness song, moving through lips sculpted from saccharine kisses. Song moving air, moving me, a breeze sent to touch me, that I swallowed and gulped, in case I forgot that, I love you. ...and Now



Make it Stop Doubt rains down like hunger creed false smiling me. White noise tired eyes - mumble handed wails all minded in ignorance. Dread and burning sand. Last breed's last cry, second best last try. Don't let it last. Make it, Stop.


be prepared to spend some time :)


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THEREALMAXI rated 20 months ago
the Art of controlling words! that's why I hate writing and I admire writers like this one
Baloooma rated 28 months ago

a poem a day. for an entire year. beautifully done. graciously preserved.