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Its 1.49 and there's only me on line do I talk to much

Have i become a bug try to squash me down
and I come back around at 1.49 I will be back on line

I wont make a fuss I'll just call your bluff

I will just do my stuff

some one else finish it I wish I was a poet but I don't know how to rhyme

anon

Alone, here on the internet highway
Everyone around me, all of them asleep
It's just too late, for anyone to come out and play
Even cyber space, Quiet! Not even a peep

I feel so alone, like anyone really cares
As I stare at a screen, that only support a few
So at this desolate screen, I can only stare
If you are out there, please don't hide from my view!

I don't know how good you think this is, but I thought I would give it a shot! Lol!

And most excellently done and it is so true some times when the insomnia gets me I do just sit sand stare waiting for some one to make a post or just browse folders and files I think I know about esnippers and there ways than some people could imagine thanks for adding to it I thought it may sit there lonely and forlorn for ever feel free to add as much as you want My very best wishes and thanks

Ian Paul

Trolling the Information Highway,
Scanning for signs of intelligent life,
There's no place like 127.0.0.1.
IP - I mean, the nearest Rest Area
Is far from here: Down the stairs,
Around the corner. BRB.
Looking for casual hex? (Only me and DEAD people
Speak hex, but half the world's
Turned Zombie at this hour.)
Boredom eats at the insides of my eyeballs.
I'd succumb to sleep, abandon the quest,
Lulled by the rhythmic clacking of keys,
But the imprint of QWERTY
Still burns my cheek, and I
Shut down, restart, power on.

You know it fascinates me what can be produced from a pure ramblings when you cannot sleep and getting frustrated from want of rest loved what you added holly hope you are well this rainy day in Nottinghamshire here is some thing to ponder on I live in Robin hood country Nottinghamshire yet a small town called Wakefield are now trying to claim him as there own

Best wishes

Ian

LOL - isn't he a fictional character? I claim him in the name of the country known as LIBRARY!! (People ought to visit us more often. And we'll shamelessly lay claim to Robin Hood, if it increases "tourism" in Library!)

OH NO he used to live in a big tree just down the road from me I see it and Is bed were he slept and were he sang greensleeves to Maid Marion

I am going Bonkers

Ian

Sleep deprivation will do that to you.

well,hello everyone...i didn't had something else to do,because i download some music and to work with my Fl Studio do not works during downloading..so,because i was full with curiosity concerning the other esnips's domains,i was just browsing through the forums's pages..and,as i have some good thoughts regarding the poetry's aspects [with and without rhymes],indeed,i was considering more better to maybe participate to some entartainment of those who,alike me,have nothing to do sometimes,and just search on esnips something to bring them a smile..so,although the fact that i am not a poet

,i have few things to say,regarding poetry..

Full moon,why the clouds surround u?
Why the wolves howling in night
Brings the fear to pilgrims who,alike you
With their scepters,hold the lamps,spreading light?
Dearest clouds,why you surround the moon,
On a side showing the light,on another,darkness?
Why the pilgrims,the wolves,will find,soon,
A path to silence?
Darkness,found in light,image of disruption..
Why the clouds,hide the moon,again?
Light,found in darkness,image of creation...
Why instead of a howl,now,only Silence remain?
Pilgrims find their way in night
Covered by their dark-blue robes,and,look!
A shadow arise..and a small light..
The light of a lamp,hanged by a hook!
Oh,full of dangers is the path i go!
Said in his mind the pilgrim who now,
Looks down to its feet,full of wounds,
But is ready to go..
Hiding the sceptre under the long robe,
Keeping its vow,
Protecting the light..and now,the path was found...
Wolves seek for spreading fear..
But,there is nothing to lose,now..
And they feel,and stay away..
A small tear..
In the corners of their eyes,the pilgrim found a tear..
Of,my dearest wolves,why now,u obey?
The powers of Water,
During the full moon,like the thunders
They gather..
And the voices of ancients,
Whispers now..carried by winds..
Silence..
Found in archives of conscience..

Thanks for reading!

H2S04

Blood orange harvest moon
Calls the wolf and with a howl
He echoes back the call
As oceans ebb and flow
To Luna's inexorable pull.

Something deep within a man
Cries out to answer back
A primal need acknowledged
Only by lunatics, dreamers,
Druids and wolves.

Darkness fills her,
Daughter of the night,
As clouds obscure the glow,
Cast shadows in her eyes,
And she succumbs to pain.

Clouds shimmer in the golden haze
And pass; so once again
The earth does bask in fire
Cold as ice, and we are left
To wonder at its whims.

---------------------
Johnny was a chemist's son
But Johnny is no more
What Johnny thought was H2O
Was H2SO4!

Hey there, SulfuricAcid - how's it going?

hello lady!

Why the clouds brought rain
And the pain
Of those apart
Was a start
For tears?
Why the tears
Born from fears
Coulden't replace
The empty space
Between them?
And then,the Earth,showd again,now,
The signs of past..
Winds spreading dust
Whispered the vow
Of ones apart..
Good place for start
The rain who falls down
In autumne's season..
And ones who hear that sound
Search for a reason
To live..
Madness in the thunder's light,
Echoes of a wolf,who seeks in night
The traces of lost ones
But,them are gone..
Cos rains..
Who will be the one who claims
The Water's power?
Oh,another hour
Loved moon,the way to show me
Where that place where i should be..
Often,those like us,who seek
We find..
And now,old and weak
We are..
Found in the shadow a light of lamp,
Guidance in our path,is,
And the rain's sound,
Encharms our ears...
The morning star,
Daughter of Night
Cried again..
Brought the rain..
And the daylight,
Showd another star..
But is too far..
How can u reach the space limits?,i ask..
And at the dusk
The eyes of those who dream
See the steam
Of their heart,and say:
Powers of Fire,
Embrass the Water..
And like a wire..
A thunder,arise..
We close the rolling shutter..

well,lady,i can say that i am back in the country..however,i do not found there work without contract..but,at least,i have visited many places!was awsome! it will be another oportunity for me,i guess,soon..but,for the moment,i liked staying a bit in my country,because i have to complete my project and i have reached only at the half of it..i have more to work ..and then,we'll see later

hehehe..and you? how are you,lady? i hope that u like speaking with me via poetry....

H2S04

Lying naked in the deluge,
Skin pale in a flash of lightning,
Tangled in an afterbirth of seaweed,
It's hard to embarrass the water.
Drenched by the incoming tide,
Pounded by the relentless surf,
Brittle bones crumble like cochina shells -
Fine sand for the hour-glass, the measure of a life.
They say the sea never gives up its dead;
And yet, how like a woman,
To constantly change its mind.

)

The tides come and go,
The full moon,arise..
Who suppose to know
When the water-drops
Of the 1th rain,will fall?
When one looks to the sky
And ask the constellations
Why some others cry,
Only then,may realise
What that happiness is..
But when,without a clue
One walks,near the beach
What kind of speech
One may use?
Cos the sky is blue
The sea is deep..
And the tides..
Come..go..
But the waves
Have the same dance
And from the sky,
The sparkles,flow...
I wonder..why?
Sweet memories of the loved ones,
Come,then go..
Once with the dreams ..
But,no!
There's not yet the time to ask the sea
Where the storm will be..
Better close these verses,now..
Have to drink my tea ..

H2S04