http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/ Poems Ring Wed, 18 Nov 2009 22:46:42 GMT Ed Wolverton http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/message/2346 http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/message/2346 Silently My Thoughts       wordless, I mute my inner self to resist temptation's play. I grasp at life like a deaf mute, learning how to communicate with Sat, 14 Nov 2009 17:16:55 GMT Ed Wolverton http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/message/2345 http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/message/2345 The Chill       Grasping upon my finger's fate what faith I could ever beleive, in sore gum tongue I preach what words will never hear, as my ears are deaf Wed, 04 Nov 2009 00:49:41 GMT Ed Wolverton http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/message/2344 http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/message/2344 Confessions Of Love       We speak the language of love with very familiar words. Upon my lips to whisper, sweet willy words to your heart. I confess, I Thu, 22 Oct 2009 23:45:15 GMT Ed Wolverton http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/message/2343 http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/message/2343 Wash My Soul In Love Drops     Pale gray bucket, hold me to love what enters in. A gray ol' man who withers away, could cleanse his hands and wash his soul, Wed, 14 Oct 2009 22:07:44 GMT Ed Wolverton http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/message/2342 http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/message/2342 Glitz And Glitter       Rise above the storms, where fresh earth snaps at a salty spoon. The color of pearl kisses like the sun, or a harvest moon in August Mon, 12 Oct 2009 11:58:06 GMT C. G. Vaillancourt http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/message/2341 http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/message/2341 When laughter rushes from my lips, and grins escape from my eyes, I rise up and stand on two feet. It'll be alright. If I blush at certain moments, or giggle Mon, 12 Oct 2009 11:58:05 GMT C. G. Vaillancourt http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/message/2340 http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/message/2340 In The Middle Of The Beast Work! Don't play! Your life will be measured by the controls you set on yourself. Study! Don't think! Compete to the point of Mon, 12 Oct 2009 11:55:50 GMT Chris G. Vaillancourt http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/message/2339 http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/message/2339 Garbage Usually it is the cheaters who scream the loudest when they are cheated. Pontificating on their pain as if somehow it was greater than all the world's Mon, 12 Oct 2009 11:55:42 GMT Chris G. Vaillancourt http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/message/2338 http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/message/2338 Around and around the blood flows warmly through the veins. Beating heart sustains the body and the body holds the soul. We were discussing the ways and means Mon, 12 Oct 2009 11:55:38 GMT Chris G. Vaillancourt http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/message/2337 http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/message/2337 Chains Of Freedom Where am I going? Isn't this the question that filters into most of our minds? I have spent my life questioning the borders erected around Mon, 12 Oct 2009 11:55:35 GMT Chris G. Vaillancourt http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/message/2336 http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/message/2336 Sheeple We don't live in the real world anymore. We don't feel real feelings anymore. We're brainwashed and handled, herded and controlled. Made to behave as Mon, 12 Oct 2009 11:55:33 GMT Chris G. Vaillancourt http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/message/2335 http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/message/2335 Sheeple We don't live in the real world anymore. We don't feel real feelings anymore. We're brainwashed and handled, herded and controlled. Made to behave as Mon, 12 Oct 2009 11:55:33 GMT Chris G. Vaillancourt http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/message/2334 http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/message/2334 Come to Me Fickle Words Come to me fickle words. Lift the weight from my mind. Let it flow free. Be free. Be renewed. Lead me to a place of solitude where I Mon, 12 Oct 2009 11:55:29 GMT Chris G. Vaillancourt http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/message/2333 http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/message/2333 Soldiers In The Park Windows open. A blue sun flickers the trees lined up like soldiers in the park. Beyond the gates the concrete environment is bursting in Mon, 12 Oct 2009 11:55:28 GMT Chris G. Vaillancourt http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/message/2332 http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PoemsRing/message/2332 Bless Us As We Kill There are no flags to wave in the middle of the war. No important words to proclaim to inspire victory and glory. Just death. Mutated