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nada

2008-07-06T16:26:56Z

hi shad my nane is gary bechter. i play music and write poetry.
as far as this person is conserned, they can take YA answews and stick up there a$$,to all who sail in such a place.

gary bechter.

Street Girl

2008-07-02T13:44:38Z

Angel on the Street

As I walked down the street today,
A young girl sat alone.
Her back contained a nasty hump.
She let out a low moan.

The passers-by ignored the girl,
Just like they could not see.
I walked on by just like the rest.
She turned and looked at me.

Forlorned she looked so sad and low,
I thought my heart would break.
I did not want to get involved,
I thought it a mistake.

Then I turned and walked right back,
I asked come with me.
I took her to the coffe shop,
To have some lunch with me.

And as we ate she broke a smile,
Her sadness became smile.
I asked how long she sat out there,
"For just a little while".

So many people passed her,
And gave it nary thought.
She did not seem to mind at all.
A lesson I was taught.

She waited there for me to come,
And care for her this way.
The others could not see her there.
That is the angel's way.

She took the blanket from her back,
She tugged at my heart strings.
There on here back it was no hump,
But perfect angel's wings.

She told me that she here for me,
To guard me through my life.
She'll help with matters great and small,
That cause me to have strife.

So if you see your angel there,
She might be all in rags.
Remember you're the one she wants,
And angels wear no tags.

Stranger in the house

2008-07-02T13:41:48Z

Stranger in the House

A man came by my house today,
He smelled of beer and had a sway.
"I'll make you live forever more,
If you will just unlock the door".
"I'd like a place to rest my head,
Please, do you have an extra bed?"
"I've been so long upon this path,
I need to rest and have a bath."
I told the man to come on in,
Here is the tub, don't bump your chin.
He was my size, I gave him clothes,
His eyes teared up, he wiped his nose.
I fixed the man a simple meal,
It was good food, but no big deal.
As he was going out the door,
He told me what he had come for.
His smell was gone, so was his sway,
He did his job with me today.
"You treated me, a beggar man,
down and out, you lent a hand."
"Forever will your house be blessed,
I am well fed, and now well dressed."
He took two steps and then he veered,
Then turned to air and disappeared.
An angel came to me today,
To see if I would know the way.
The way to treat a stranger here,
Though he may sway and smell of beer.

Crying Earth

2008-07-02T13:39:46Z

The Earth Cries

On Mars we watch as there on Earth,
The torture has no end.
The Earth is crying to the stars,
She thinks she has no friend.

The sounds are heard, those tortured cries,
By all who care to hear.
And if you ask I'm sure she'll say,
The end is very near.

The northern lights are quite a sight,
They send her cries to stars.
The message that it sends to space,
Is heard up here on Mars.

You drill your holes into her core,
Mosquitos called mankind.
Put in your tubes and suck her blood,
Get all that you can find.

Then use that blood for your own use,
Polute her atmosphere.
And when you've killed our Mother Earth,
You won't be welcomed here.

Data*fied nursery rhyme

2008-06-24T06:28:14Z

Scintillation, scintillation
miniscule self-luminous celestial quintessence
in self reflection, I deliberate your essence.
Elevated and transcending the solar system's exosphere
analogous to an allotrope in the atmosphere
Scintillation, scintillation
miniscule self-luminous celestial quintessence
in self reflection, I deliberate your essence

Dierdrie Blues

2008-06-17T14:12:39Z

Wrote this about 10 years ago. I did it once at an acoustic night at a pub in Leicester and was then nearly always asked to perform it when I went in the place. don't know why. it's not really that good.

DIERDRIE BLUES

Oh Dierdrie, Oh Dierdrie
what words can I say
to express how I feel
when you are far away.

But Dierdrie when you are close to me
and I think of the things you do
my whole body starts to shake
and that's when I feel blue.

The sight of your gargoyle face
and the words that spit from your mouth
makes me break out in a cold sweat
and I wish I was far south

Oh Dierdrie, it has to be said
the taste of your cooking makes me ill.
Your under-cooked roasts are really vile,
as for your soup, well, it's pig swill.

Your gas-like breath sends me to sleep.
Your toxic nagging drives me to drink.
I don't know how much more I can stand.
Oh Dierdrie, I'm dangling on the brink.

Oh Dierdrie when I'm feeling low
I think of the reason I married you.
Your fortune will be mine if you die.
So Dierdrie, my darling, please do. SOON

Copyrighted @

'My doctor told me it's dangerous to keep drinking a bottle of Scotch a day, so now I only drink at night.' Tommy Cooper Ollie Would village stats

When Lightning Strikes

2008-06-17T12:22:37Z

Vietnamese poetic form called Luc Bat?

When Lightning Strikes

Fierce, the blackened clouds blow
and roll like waves below a squall
as nature's captive thrall.
Heed, you, the warning bawl and roar
loosed by the mighty Thor
whose hammer falls, wherefore, brings fear
to those afar and near.
A tempest so severe and dire...
sodden sky ripe with ire...
sends torrent winds afire with light
streaking through the black night.
A silver bolt in flight is seen
to cleave the clouds between
and set the scene of Earth aglow.

" COEVAL WAYS "

2008-06-15T20:38:55Z

awoke this morning
to the claim
of heaven
tapping at the door

should i bend
my ways
or reflect upon
repeated days ?

so i made
my bed
only in just
the same way

the sun-set
never changes
nor it's rising

just different
colors
on a palette
of a new day ________

gary bechter.

Re: IF YOU KNOW OF ANY POETRY SITES AND OR CONTESTS THAT ARE FOR SURE "SCAMS" PLEASE POST THEM HERE SO NEWBIES AND FELLOW POETS CAN BE FOR WARNED

2008-06-13T06:36:58Z

Here is a site all about poetry scams. Looks like Poetry.com is the #1 scam on the web, but there are plenty more.
According to what I've researched, anything a contest wants you to purchase something then it's a scam. However, some contests do request a reading fee, but it is usually very low. I recently entered a contest were the fee was $6/25 lines. Afterall, the people doing the reading should get paid. Anyhow, here is the site: http://windpub.com/literary.scams/index.htm It's definitely worth looking at. Good luck and happiness to all.

Re: just thoughts

2008-06-10T09:17:41Z

Oh Gary, this struck me as so sad yet, indeed another true work from you <3

You truly are in inspiration my friend *^_^*

Pen On My Friends & Fer~git Da Rules @)~>~

Re: Time-Less

2008-06-10T09:15:10Z

So true my friend, very insightful...<3

Pen On My Friends & Fer~git Da Rules @)~>~

Re: a poem to read

2008-06-10T09:14:22Z

Wow Gary, this was so serene my friend, just beautiful work *^_^*

Pen On My Friends & Fer~git Da Rules @)~>~

a poem to read

2008-06-09T19:42:57Z

UPON A SUNSET

as the sun
peeks under
it's daily groom

as stars begin to shine __
to twinkle
through shades
of a grey-blue sky

as the day birds rest
giving way
to the evening's song

no sorrow
no regrets
no sighs

this wonder of life
just goes on ____
without regret

gary bechter.

just thoughts

2008-06-04T09:52:11Z

"A GARDEN OF STONE"

been save-en
pocket change
to hitch a ride
to the land
with milk an honey

pockest ran empty
ran dry
not un-like
the lies of hope

as i cast
with empty eyes
upon a garden
made of stone ____
the wishful-ness of hope
the hopeful-ness
of a wish ?
as these thoughts i ponder
within a garden made of stone

Gary Bechter.

Time-Less

2008-06-04T09:01:24Z

sorrow brings
the passion of hope ___
fears arisen

Gary Bechter 2008.

Re: Getting Old

2008-06-04T08:54:05Z

but never forget to remember
at any given age
we are always younger
and always older
than many.

enjoyed the read

Gary Bechter.

Re: Fear-less Good By

2008-06-03T18:09:08Z

hey shad. can i write a short story on this site?
maybe a prose kind of thing ?

Gary Bechter.

Re: Fear-less Good By

2008-06-03T18:07:06Z

thanking you i am ,for the most kind reply.
a poem may at times read drab,, but just one single
line may give it the breath of life.

Gary Bechter.

Re: Be one of the First to read my full Demon's Of The Ancient Kingdoms Book. You can now read it for free on my website: http://www.dotak-series...

2008-06-02T16:39:06Z

Thank you, but the thing is i haven't made copies, or the actual book. Well i have made the book just not the cover and detications and stuff. plus i have no idea what publishing house is. Plus i need to find a publisher and then do a background check on my publisher to make sure they don't steal my work. and then there are legal percautions, and editing.
I am mostly afraid of two things someone stealing my work and/or editing most of my book. Because i don't know what they are going to change.

It is to much, but it is worth it.

Do you know who might want to publish my book? I am thinking about e-mailing the people who published Stephen Kings books or the people who publish Clive Cusslers books.

Oh, and when i do make copies i would send one to you for free.
I don't like the whole money idea because it corupts to many people. and i don't want to be one of those people.

Exsperience the Horror that lurks in the Dark,
If you thought there was nothing to be afraid of in the Shadows, then you were wrong. Beware of the Toxicoltay's!

The Dead Will Rise

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ElementalDraco218
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THE FULL SERIES.
By Christopher L. Gibson
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ElementalDraco218.
®All Rights Reserved

Re: Be one of the First to read my full Demon's Of The Ancient Kingdoms Book. You can now read it for free on my website: http://www.dotak-series...

2008-06-02T06:10:24Z

Hey hon, sorry it's been a bit, been busy on the farm and running from tornadoes LOL

I've been promoting your work to all the schools here in Benton County as well as the libraries so you should be getting some hits on your site. I would like to buy a copy when you have the finished product if that's ok *^_^*?

What I've read thus far, I believe you should try an approach a publishing house my friend, that how good I think it is <3

Pen On!

All the Best, Shad @)~>~

Pen On My Friends & Fer~git Da Rules @)~>~

Re: Be one of the First to read my full Demon's Of The Ancient Kingdoms Book. You can now read it for free on my website: http://www.dotak-series...

2008-06-01T17:32:59Z

What do you mean by "You'll be getting yourself a copy as well as promoting my work at the local schools here in Decatur AR"?

(This is still DOTAK talking i am just using my other account)

My Websites:

For the Monster Rancher Fans.

http://freewebs.com/allthingsmonsterrancher/

For Chaotic: Now Or Never Fans.

Re: Fear-less Good By

2008-06-01T11:55:21Z

A menthols touch to each - what a great line! Great poem of farewell. M.

Re: Whispering Forever

2008-06-01T11:53:32Z

Sometimes I look back into my past and say, whatever was I thinking! - lol. Your poem reminded me of my phrase. It's a soulful poem. M.

My Mansion #7 in the series

2008-06-01T05:59:04Z

My Mansion

This ancient house has stood the test,
Time it's worst enemy.
It started many years ago,
In eighteen fourty three.

You enter through the oaken doors,
Into a lavish place.
The mirrors on the high built walls,
Adorned with golden lace.

The ceiling is three stories high,
A truly awesome thing.
The walls are hung with tapestries,
Hung by a golden ring.

Out in the back is nine more rooms,
For those who serve us here.
The kitchen is a room alone,
It gives the cook much cheer.

Upstairs upon the second floor,
Spaced out in circled wall.
You'll find the bedrooms are up there,
There are fourteen in all.

One for the master and his wife,
One for each child, all ten.
The rest for guests who come to call,
They drop by now and then.

I now reside within this house,
A mansion some will say.
My family built this lovely home,
And we're still here today.

It's stood the test of father time,
The years, one sixty five.
And fourty souls have lived in here,
And six are still alive.

Another century to stand,
And maybe even more.
So know that all are welcomed here,
Just knock upon the door.

My Muse is a haint

2008-06-01T05:57:17Z

My Muse

I've wondered long and very hard,
About this thing called muse.
I never knew from whence they came,
These words I write and use.

I always thought they came from me,
To paper from my head,
But now I think that they may come,
From people who are dead.

I see some things within my mind,
These things I try to write.
Sometimes the things I see in there,
Will give me quite a fright.

I feel the ghosts of poets gone,
Have entered into me.
And if I write some pretty verse,
I think I'll let them be.

Waverly #6 in the mansion series.

2008-06-01T00:09:32Z

This is an actal picture of Waverly Mansion.
It is located 15 miles East of West Point, Mississippi.

The story is fictional, the house is real.

Waverly

I dream of fields of cotton bowls,
I dream of being free.
I dream this war is over now,
And home is where I be.

But waking brings me back to life,
To bloody fighting fierce.
Back to this place where any time,
A blade, my heart may pierce.

I mount my horse and ride along,
With comrades will I fight.
To have the final say on this,
They say that might makes right.

Five hundred men will die today,
Their lives will be no more.
I long to be back in my home,
So I could bar the door.

As on we ride my mind's adrift,
It thinks of Waverly.
It's twin white columns on the front,
They beckon now to me.

The stately oaks stand tall and proud,
And spread their cooling shade.
The boxwoods by the entryway,
A pathway from the glade.

The ballroom through the main doors,
The bedrooms up the stairs.
The lookout windows at the top.
She stands up there and stares.

She stares to see her man come home,
She watches all the day.
And prays this war will soon be through,
So I’ll be on my way.

My mind upon my home so far,
Too late I come around.
I feel a pain within my chest,
And fall upon the ground.

I think again of Waverly,
And my dear loving wife.
I fear I shan’t go back again,
I fear I’ll lose my life.

My eyes grow dark and feeling leaves,
My mind can see Aleece.
And just as all comes to an end,
I hear then “Rest in Peace”.

Re: Whispering Forever

2008-05-30T14:47:49Z

Beautiful, Darlin

Re: Getting Old

2008-05-30T14:45:50Z

I really loved this one.

Re: You Called?

2008-05-30T14:44:50Z

cute, dark subject, bute nonetheless cute.

Re: New Dawn In An English Rose Garden by Sptfyr

2008-05-30T14:41:29Z

Very beautiful piece of poetry, and the garden peaks my envy.

Plantation Tamerlaine... #5 in the series

2008-05-30T10:39:21Z

Plantation Tamerlaine

A tale I am about to tell,
Of one adventure great.
So sit right down and listen close,
And try not to be late.

It started on a fair spring morn,
She climbed down from her bed.
She dressed herself and brushed the hair,
Upon her fair skinned head.

Her face like alabaster was,
Her eyes were sapphire blue.
Her eyes were focused on the frame,
Which held her love so true.

Will he be home today, she mused,
If so, will he be well?
The last good look she had of him.
He marched off into hell.

Why do these men go off to war?
Why try to maim and kill?
Just sit here in this mansion grand,
Upon this Georgia hill.

He had no slaves to fight to keep,
Just land and fields to tend.
It is a shame that when it’s done,
The wounded may not mend.

She had a muffin and some tea,
And walked to the front door.
She walked around the bloodstain spot,
Upon the hard pine floor.

Her son had fallen down the stairs,
One year ago today.
She went outside to see the cross,
Out where his body lay.

For two long years her man was gone,
To join in this damned fight.
When would these men just get a mind,
And try to see the light.

She looked out on the land around,
As far as she could see.
And thought that it was owned in whole,
“By just one man and me.”

She saw some riders coming near,
But they were far away.
The only thing that she could tell,
They were not wearing gray.

Blue uniforms were soon in sight,
Her heart began to sink
She feared the worst for she had heard,
Of Sherman’s mighty stink.

On they rode so slow and sure,
They sat the saddles high.
In only a short space of time,
The troopers had drawn nigh.

The captain was a handsome man,
He tipped his hat to her.
He asked if this were Tamerlaine,
The home of John and Cher.

She nodded with her voice still mute,
Fear showed in both her eyes,
The fact that he knew of their names,
Had filled her with surprise.

“I have good news”, he told her then,
“Your husband will be free.
He’s lost a leg, but not to war,
He lost it to save me.”

“My horse had stumbled on a track,
My cinch strap slipped around.
I found myself wedged tightly in,
The train track on the ground.”

“Alone I was, could not get free,
When John came riding by.
I thought for sure he’s shoot me dead,
But all he did was sigh.”

“He got down from his trusty mount,
And worked to get me free,
The train could have killed only me,
But got John at the knee.”

“He would not leave me there to die,
That’s why I rode this way.
He should be on a train back home,
He’ll leave there on this day.”

At that the captain turned his horse,
Then said, “Oh, by the way”,
“This bloody war is over now”,
And then he rode away.

Three days it took the train to come,
The people there did cheer.
When John departed from the train,
The noise too loud to hear.

She ran to him and hugged him tight,
He looked around for Tim,
For in too long no word had come,
To tell what befell him.

She told him of the tragic day,
The Lord took him away.
And how she got the news of John,
At one year to the day.

John looked at Cher, tears trickled down,
“I think I saw my son.”
“I saw a cloud that looked like him,
It felt that we were one”

Then home they went to Tamerlaine,
Their home throughout this life.
John learned to farm with just one leg,
With help from loving wife.

They had more children, girls and boys,
Farmed cotton and farmed grain.
And all lived out their mortal days,
Plantation Tamerlaine.

I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Re: Pyro

2008-05-26T20:39:04Z

Great poem. I really like the form, flow, and clip of the poem as well as the rhyme scheme. Great 'flickering flame' image both the literal and figurative one.

New Dawn In An English Rose Garden by Sptfyr

2008-05-23T20:02:10Z

New Dawn In An English Rose Garden

I ramble, a fair stranger, among an English garden
where the finest lovelies dance, bow, and sway
to the songs of nature that fill the sweetest air.
Floral perfumes produce salacious scents
that swirl through the garden, borne on a soft breeze.
Senses enticed, I traverse the stone paths.

Constance Spry is the first along the paths.
She bows gracefully," welcome to my garden".
Her voice, a mere whisper carried on the breeze.
Her long elegant arms branch out and sway
enveloping me with seductive and exquisite scents
of old rose and myrrh absorbed by the very air.

Butterflies and bees, matchmakers of the air,
flit and float between lovers along sun dappled paths
following the dance mapped by a distant lover's scents.
They search secluded sights, secrets within the garden.
A Shropshire lad climbs a trellis in an attempt to sway
a matchmaker to transport his passion along the breeze.

"It's you that I want" came words buzzing on the breeze;
"Will you share your seed with me?" Desire filled the air.
"You want, me?"; I ask, tempted, by his seductive sway.
As wings flutter inside my blossom, I begin to take new paths
and share that which I held so sacred within the "me" garden.
Never before have I known such sensations and new scents.

Still needing more, still wanting more intoxicating scents,
sun soaked trails usher me along, escorted by the breeze.
Eglantyne bears her thorny nails throughout the garden
as words of the rapturous affair float on the sultry air.
Jealousy begins to bloom along shady paths.
Swiftly, I seek shelter under Wildeve's seasoned sway.

Her elegance teaches me how to bow, how to dance and sway.
And, how to give of myself by releasing the fruit of my scents.
As matchmakers flit and float along the fragrance filled paths
I long for them, I call to them with whispers on the wanton breeze.
I heard their songs of nature as I breathed deep their sweetest air
and conceived New Dawn, best in show, loveliest rose in the garden.

A New Dawn is born to sway in the gentlest breeze
as sumptuous scents perfume the sweetest air
and take the paths to find her place in an English rose garden.

Re: Fear-less Good By

2008-05-23T06:07:07Z

Re: Be one of the First to read my full Demon's Of The Ancient Kingdoms Book. You can now read it for free on my website: http://www.dotak-series...

2008-05-22T16:31:27Z

WOW! Thank you. But what do you mean by, "You'll be getting yourself a copy as well as promoting my work at the local schools in Decatur AR"?

The thing is i haven't really finished editing it. My sister read over it and noticed a few misspelled words and stuff. Plus i don't have a dedication yet or any of that stuff yet.

Nabble - ♪Writers Unleashed ♫

nada

Street Girl

Stranger in the house

Crying Earth

Data*fied nursery rhyme

Dierdrie Blues

When Lightning Strikes

" COEVAL WAYS "

Re: **IF YOU KNOW OF ANY POETRY SITES AND OR CONTESTS THAT ARE FOR SURE "SCAMS" PLEASE POST THEM HERE SO NEWBIES AND FELLOW POETS CAN BE FOR WARNED**

Re: just thoughts

Re: Time-Less

Re: a poem to read

a poem to read

just thoughts

Time-Less

Re: Getting Old

Re: Fear-less Good By

Re: Fear-less Good By

Re: Be one of the First to read my full Demon's Of The Ancient Kingdoms Book. You can now read it for free on my website: http://www.dotak-series...

Re: Be one of the First to read my full Demon's Of The Ancient Kingdoms Book. You can now read it for free on my website: http://www.dotak-series...

Re: Be one of the First to read my full Demon's Of The Ancient Kingdoms Book. You can now read it for free on my website: http://www.dotak-series...

Re: Fear-less Good By

Re: Whispering Forever

My Mansion #7 in the series

My Muse is a haint

Waverly #6 in the mansion series.

Re: Whispering Forever

Re: Getting Old

Re: You Called?

Re: New Dawn In An English Rose Garden by Sptfyr

Plantation Tamerlaine... #5 in the series

Re: Pyro

New Dawn In An English Rose Garden by Sptfyr

Re: Fear-less Good By

Re: Be one of the First to read my full Demon's Of The Ancient Kingdoms Book. You can now read it for free on my website: http://www.dotak-series...

Re: IF YOU KNOW OF ANY POETRY SITES AND OR CONTESTS THAT ARE FOR SURE "SCAMS" PLEASE POST THEM HERE SO NEWBIES AND FELLOW POETS CAN BE FOR WARNED