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The Poet Tree
 
Welcome to MysteryNet's virtual coffeehouse! This is a place to sip espressos, nibble on cookies, and enjoy friendly conversation as we listen to MNer's share their original poetry.

There will be organized poetry readings all day Sunday. Of course, you are free to post poetry anytime!

The only house rule is that you say only kind things about the poetry that is shared. This is a place to encourage fellow writers, and with your help I hope it will become a "happening hang-out." :o)

Enjoy!


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rubyj - 08:03pm Feb 20, 2013 PST(#6565 of 6574)
I confess...started using wrinkle cream and dyed my hair...now my face is darker and my hair is wrinkled...whassup with that?

LOL...snapperz WT~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>***whoosh***


Fran Hinkel - 09:27am Apr 2, 2013 PST(#6566 of 6574)
You can check out anytime you like...but you can never leave!

Snappers to WT and Ruby!


Beautiful_1 - 06:06pm Dec 24, 2013 PST(#6567 of 6574)
What was going through the minds of all of Chuck Norris' victims before they died? His shoe.

Elves tinkering frantically,
The final toys are done.
The children slip into slumber
As the reindeer run.

The cooking prep has started,
Stockings are all hung,
Dogs wait to hear boots crunch snow,
And carols have been sung.

Tis the season for Christmas fun.


rubyj - 08:50pm Dec 24, 2013 PST(#6568 of 6574)
I confess...started using wrinkle cream and dyed my hair...now my face is darker and my hair is wrinkled...whassup with that?

***Snapperooz*** Beaut!


White Tornado - 09:11pm Dec 24, 2013 PST(#6569 of 6574)
(8@D)======> The WINDS of change are inevitable...but then...so is the Power of Love......TORNADO WARNING: Some people are sheltered,,,,,, and then,,,,,, I unshelter them

WOOOOOOOSH


Fran Hinkel - 09:03am Dec 26, 2013 PST(#6570 of 6574)
You can check out anytime you like...but you can never leave!

Snap, snap, B1!!


rubyj - 11:29pm Dec 2, 2014 PST(#6571 of 6574)
I confess...started using wrinkle cream and dyed my hair...now my face is darker and my hair is wrinkled...whassup with that?

Wow...all our poets are missing...

Our poets are missing!
Where can they all be?
I have looked and I've searched,
But none can I see!


rubyj - 07:16pm May 11, 2015 PST(#6572 of 6574)
I confess...started using wrinkle cream and dyed my hair...now my face is darker and my hair is wrinkled...whassup with that?

Wow, lots of cobwebs in this place. I've been looking back at poetry. Seems the earlier I can find one of mine is from 2000: rubyj - 07:32pm Jul 31, 2000 PST(#2168 of 6571)

Ohhhhhhhhh Spirit!! I found you, I knew you really wrote poetry!!! *loud clapping* I'll have to dig out some of my poems, haven't shared any in a looooooong time!! One quick one for now:

She walks down the long corridor,
Each step echoing her fear.
He stands alone in the shadows,
On his cheek a glistening tear.
She reaches the darkened doorway,
Halting to silently pray.
He feels her hesitation,
And wills her to stay away.
She gathers the courage to enter,
One step, then two, no more.
He shudders and pulls the key out,
Then closes and locks the door.

I know I did another part to this much later...


rubyj - 09:33pm May 11, 2015 PST(#6573 of 6574)
I confess...started using wrinkle cream and dyed my hair...now my face is darker and my hair is wrinkled...whassup with that?

Well, found the 2nd part, seems it got stuck in moddy world.


rubyj - 09:07am May 14, 2015 PST(#6574 of 6574)
I confess...started using wrinkle cream and dyed my hair...now my face is darker and my hair is wrinkled...whassup with that?

rubyj - 06:33am Oct 28, 2001 PST(#4923 of 6572)

For those of you who were here, the first part of this poem was written on 7-31-2000...here's the second part...

October 26, 2001


She listens as the key turns,
The tumblers fall in place.
He waits at the small barred window,
Hoping to see her face.
She moves deeper into the darkness,
Before turning toward the door.
Seeing the outline of his head,
She needs to see no more.
He hesitates to leave her,
Thinking she’ll change her mind.
She never a word does utter,
He turns to leave her behind.

...maybe the next part will be done sooner!

Never did finish it, maybe someday...longest I've been here in a long, long time. Saw lots of folks that haven't been back in many years, bitter-sweet.

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