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clarissa mckone

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Last blog entry: Sun, 26 Oct 2008 03:51:42 am

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Biography

Im in and out of here.07 and now 08 are not very good years. Im not motivated to write much, and If I write, Im not sure anyone would like what I have to say. I really dont care much. So because I care I wont post much. There is way to much drama in my life, and Im sick of it.But until God sees fit to get rid of it, Im stuck with it. My country sucks and yours does too, so lets get over it together.To put trust in ones government is to be a fool, to put trust in the elected, makes a mockery of God. Yes I believe in God, you dont like it?! I dont care. I have been published. It makes me no better then anyone else.Im not sure how long my freedom of speech will last.My country is headed tward a strange type of socialist/fascist government. One world government, time will tell. The elections are false, false hope, puppets on string, dominated by world banks. If you dont believe me, I dont care. Wash the mud from your eyes and ears. Most of my poems are from my heart, some are inspired of music, and some come from above. You dont like that? I dont care.

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Chaos




Chaos swirled
in the heartless minds
as shadows on the walls
came to life......

Ashen clouds spin above
Sing sweet angles...sing
Don't fall down
where frosty rain
makes frozen pain

The wind blows cold
such sad cries
in the midst of spinning lies
frozen cries......

Crossing to distant lands
in empty space
to touch your face
invisible hands

Echoing the gentle touch
that loves so much
forever locked together
through space and time

Sprouting from the depths
of the suffocating sea
swimming fears
drown in the wetness
of lovers tears.....

Surrender sweet soul
filling oceans with tears
of love....
spilling broken hearts
on distant shores

To touch your face
a flickering light
whispered in the sky
carried on winds
I love you........

Tainted and fallen
slivers of love
cast away to blackened sands
broken pearls

No one to shine
among such simple
minded girls
casual winks
no one thinks
cast blind hearts aside
where they dwell in
shadows

Seek the path to the sea
cross the distance
for the pain in cold
has to depart

life and love an art
a fine wine to the heart
the flame within
glows........

Comfort grows within
her breast
her hands a priceless
tonic for his weakened soul

The stentorian stands firm
cold and hollow within
disguised as inward cries
of a rift of love.....

Long ago his sense of sun
stolen from the blue
broken ..he cast himself
aside.....

Far away on a distant shore
she could feel his inward cries
she wept warmth
compassion for him grew

Trembling within for him
she waited
friendship had bloomed
into love......

With the sun and moon
at her side
stars falling in the mists
of morning light.....

The day came
when the risk to remain
tight inside the stentorian
shell....

was more painful than
the risk it took to break free
and feel again.....

This is the unedited poem, as it came from me. While on vacation a few years back.

All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.

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Crackling Bones

Posted on Sunday 26th October 2008 3:51 am

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Upon the rock
at hanging gate
there is a spot
a chilling grate.

A sound so foul
it makes one faint
A wind so cold
it throws you down.

Upon the rock
at hanging gate
you go there once
to seal your fate.

Crackling bones, neck snaps
Dreams to dust
deliberately cut off
time ticks on and on....
The crowds laughter belied
their fear and grief.
The fear of offended silence
mocks the hollow echo of
crackling bones...

The everlasting clock
ticks on and on
This life gone
we move on

 

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Gus Jonsson

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Tue 18th Nov 2008 23:25

Hey Ho Loviness.... Tongue twisting across the pond.

Massa Chews Tits...Something like that......
Phenomena... Thats another little bugger that comes up and bites me.... why is it??? I really am mystified....

regards
ever
Gus

 

Gus Jonsson

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Thu 13th Nov 2008 16:22

Thanks Clarissa for your comments

I don't know to this day how the label ;The gentle sex' was ever perceived....

Regards gus

 

Gus Jonsson

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Mon 10th Nov 2008 11:17

Hi Clarrisa
Kent House was my home as a child, it was built for Princess Beatrice a prezzie from Queen Victoria....Your looking up into what was our lounge....the wee window above was the attic garrets..there were over 30 bedrooms...hasten to add we only lived in a tiny corner the rest was a bit creepy and derelict....The cellers especially.....small wonder I,m barmy!
Thanks once again X
Gus

 

Gus Jonsson

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Mon 10th Nov 2008 00:25

Hi Clarrisa
Thanks a million for your kind comment, hope you are well x
regards
Gus

 

Darren Thomas

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Sun 2nd Nov 2008 14:42

Hi Clarissa - It's interesting what you say about not having the word to express a particular thought. This notion is what got me interested in language in the first place. Concepts, and how they are articulated, are communicated via language but that wasn't always the case. It probably still isn't in some cultures or any, still as yet, unknown South American tribes. How did people think if they had no language with which to express thought. Even the simplest thought could not be expressed in a way that we now take for granted. Pictures are supposed to be the 'starting point' for some levels of communication or 'storytelling' but how the hell did we get from grunts, which are instinctive reactions to pain/pleasure, to articulating our deepest feelings? The more I think about this, the more I believe that without a good command of ANY language the more frustrated a person will become. This frustration manifests itself in many ways - usually to a negative detriment.
Master a language - master your thoughts and therefore your destiny. Sounds melodramatic - but hey, it could be a simple as that.

 

Darren Thomas

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Sun 2nd Nov 2008 13:52

Hi Clarissa - hope you're well? Many thanks for your comments to my 'ramblings'. Perhaps an appropriate word to use.
My poetic 'inner-self' is turning septic at the moment and the best way to avoid stagnating literary is to write what you feel for no other motive than to keep the creative waters from stagnating I'm not deluded. I know that many people dismiss my nonsense as purely that - nonsense. I do try to write as I speak and if this comes over in my writing then I feel that this is a huge compliment.
I'm not writing poetry at the moment - life is getting in the way, but my ramblings will continue. If only from a purely selfish perspective - it helps me to relax. In fact, the older I've become, the more I feel the need to write. Still, there are other far greater addictions to worry about.
Yours and Zuzanna's words are always welcomed by my insecure aural receptors.

 

Melissa R. Mendelson

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Wed 29th Oct 2008 20:45

Thank you, Clarissa. Your words are just what I need to lift my spirits and enjoy the day. I dwell too much on the past sometimes and lost opportunity, but all good things come to those that wait as you say. We shall see, and maybe love will be on its way. :)

Take care.

Melissa

 

John

Tue 28th Oct 2008 21:39

Thanks for your wonderful comments and I wish you well... I see in the pic... you saved a noose for me... lol... Great write ~ Hugs..

 

Gus Jonsson

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Tue 28th Oct 2008 13:23

thanks a million Clarrisa...better laughin than cryin...
Gus

 

Mia Darlone

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Mon 27th Oct 2008 19:51

Cheers for your comment - I'm slowly making my way towards removing the tongue from my cheek and attempting the odd line of serious writing! Which you do really well.

 

Gus Jonsson

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Wed 15th Oct 2008 09:58

Hi Clarissa
Many thanks for your kind comment
Best Wishes
Gus

 

Zuzanna Musial

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Sat 27th Sep 2008 04:24

Dear Clarissa

Thank you for your comment on my last poem the Phantom. Take good care of you. I understand you well ...Will keep you in my prayers...Be strong!...God loves you...Zuzanna

 

Melissa R. Mendelson

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Sat 27th Sep 2008 00:26

Hey, Clarissa. Thank you so much for your comments on my poems, Tether and Fragments of Heart Break.

I need to let go of the past and aim for the future, which I plan to do. I just sometimes get lost in-between.

I am well, and I hope you are too. And I hope you have a great weekend. :)

 

juneslater@talktalk.net

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Sat 13th Sep 2008 08:29

All the best to you out there with your very bad weather, its bad enough here, but nothing like you get. Take care and shelter, one day maybe we will meet up, be nice. God Bless. June Slater

 

juneslater@talktalk.net

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Tue 9th Sep 2008 16:35

Just wanted to thank you for your comments on my poetry and I wish you well with your time out with your children. All the best to you, Peter Cromptons mum June Slater xxxx

 

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