Every Thing:

Every Thing:

Every thing we wanted.
Every thing we find.
Every thing we lost.
Will someday be tossed.

Every thing we made.
Every thing we had.
Every thing we gave.
Nothing will be saved!

Every thing we love.
Every thing we hate.
Every thing we say.
Time will wash away.

Every thing we dreamed.
Every thing we became.
Every thing we learned.
Will fit into that urn.

Copyright ©2003 Ellis William Moore

Snow Falling:

Snow Falling:

The white frozen crystals of liquid vapor
Float all around softly coasting to the ground
Our big tomcat lying over by the fire
Curled up in a ball gives out a low purr

Flames dance across the red glowing embers
Sparks pop into the air as dad moves a log around
Sissy with sleepy eyes stumbles by wrapped in a blanket
Holding it to her tight, as if no one knew it was hers

Moms humming a new tune she heard on the radio
As she puts that pan of biscuits in the hot stove
Dad looks across the room with his boots in hand
I quickly scurry for my coat knowing it is time to go

As we walk to the barn across the new fallen snow
I see red and white sparkling across a field of gold
Dad turns our cows out of the barn into their new home
As I throw another block of hay down to them far below

I set here thinking about these things as cars rush by
What did I gave up long ago to have this city life
I stare out my window watching black snow falling
Will anyone ever understand why, when it snow's I cry

Copyright ©2002 Ellis William Moore

The Awards I was given this week.

Thank you one and all.

I don't think these awards were ment to pass along

but if anyone sees one they would like

please feel free to let me know.

All awards were sent to desk49.blogger.com
All death threats were delete

Polyunderus:

Polyunderus:

She walked into the room and all heads turned
Her dress was made of polyunderus, later we learned.
Smoother then new silk, shinier then the finest gold.
With silver threads running throw it-a sight to be hold.

As she slowly walked to the middle of the room,
this polyunderus dress flowed like light from the moon.
Moving as if this material had a mind of it's own.
She could not afford this dress so it much be on lone.

She danced all night with every man at the ball,
we all wanted to touch the loveliest dress of all.
With the tower striking the last stroke of twelve,
She vanished before our eyes and did it quite well.

All the men sit around with their head in their hands,
The party was over without her and that dress so grand.
The ladies were mad but what could we have done,
When we got home we found our pockets picked every one.


Copyright ©2003 Ellis William Moore

Distant:

Distant:

Looking into your eyes I see no place for me,
your smile beckons; your lips pull me close.
I feel your hand touching mine
and I want to embrace you,
but a simple picture is all I have.
Seeing your picture does not help.
Will this picture keep me warm tonight?
Can it take from my heart...this hopelessness?
Do you know this feeling of longing?
Longing to hold you, to see you, to smell your hair,
longing just to hear your voice.
This tugging at my heart...is it your eyes,
your smile, or the way you make me feel?
You are like the wind as it rushes by?
It's cool fingers brushing my face,
just to let me know it was here but not staying long.
Going where I do not know.
Will it come back, I cannot tell.


Copyright ©2002 Ellis William Moore

What Is Good Poetry:

What Is Good Poetry:

I don’t understand this poetry, man
it makes me not know what to do.
Poems I write that I don’t like,
I’m given raving reviews.
Poems that I think are great,
flop like a old wet fuse.
What’s in poetry that turns people on?
Could anyone give me a clue?
Sometimes it’s love, sometimes blood,
sometimes just dying will do.
I’m starting to think it’s an inner link,
true feelings that you put through.
If I’m happy and let it show.
If I’m sad and let it flow.
If I’m mad and rant and rave,
would that make me a better poet today?
I don’t think my feelings help much
it is your feelings that I must try to touch.


Copyright ©2003 Ellis William Moore

9, 11, 2001:

As the NY twin brothers fell
they sent 3000+ to heaven or hell.
With fingers pointing to and fro
if we do anything a holy war we will go.
I think we will need God on our side
if I were him I would look away and sigh.
They throw him out of all our schools
we're told to over look his golden rules.
The constitution said to separate church from state
not to teach us God was another of man's mistakes.
They say we came from a monkey not God's hand
but still I see signs saying God bless this land.
They didn't understand how the twin's fate came about
though they have records on the ones they sought out.
If you have to ask I'm 100% red white and blue
I would give my life willingly for America too.
So yes I will do what I feel needs to be done
I will pray for the families of those who died as one.


Copyright ©2002 Ellis William Moore

I Know:

I Know:

No ship, no crash, no little men with black eyes.
No crop rings out in the cornrows.
But then, what do I know.
No cover up, just big bucks.
That makes a great show.
But then, what do I know.
Just some person saying, "Now here is how it is",
Then sits back watching the story grow.
But then, what do I know.
What, you say, you knew that too?
Will here's a fact, I just made up for you, hello!
But then, what do I know.
Remember you must always top them so add something,
because you're a story telling pro.
But then, what do I know.
Now this is how ... I heard the story.
You start out with a smile, your face all aglow.
But then, what do I know.

Copyright ©2003 Ellis William Moore

No Hope:

Did death itself write upon my brow
this number six-six-six
Will my soul burn to ashes white
because of my sins
No hope had I to cleanse this soul
from things I had done

I pray upon bent knees
as death cries out my name again
With holy water, I wash my brow
still, great pain burns my skin
No hope have I to cleanse my soul
with things that I now do

If my God would look my way
would he forgive me one more time
Can he see me through these burning flames
that lick upon my skin
No hope have I to cleanse this soul,
for that number burnt too deep within

Words:

A word loosely dropped, a thought revealed.
Nothing was meant, yet now fate is sealed.
Trust is broken from a slip of this tongue.
This friendship will die to which I clung.
I ask myself how I could’ve been a fool
I meant nothing by it, I thought it was cool.
Now my friend is gone and it’s not the same.
A word thoughtlessly used is not just a game.
It’s too late, for a new scar is across my heart.
I put it there not knowing it would never part.
If it had been only me, I would still feel bad.
Yet the dominoes fall in this world gone mad.
How many friendships will my words undo?
Because of my words left friend number two.
A word loosely dropped a thought revealed.
Nothing was meant yet now fate is sealed.


Copyright ©2005 Ellis William Moore

A dream I had last night

I had a dream again
a repeat of two before
But this one I did not
dream to the end
But know what was to come
For I have dreamed the ending
in the first one but not the second
each was shorter than the one before
In all three dream all was gone
A dream of what has happened
A dream of what will be
Am I just dreaming
the same thing over
or have I lived this life before
Is this just a cosmic collection
of thought Spinning out of control
for in the dream I saw others
that also know what was to come
Have they dreamed this dream
along with me also seeing the end
They were not in the dream
I dreamed last night
yet ones that know not went on
unaware, no ending have they yet seen
Will they dream this dream again and
Someday know, what I now know
Will I not be in their next dream
Now that I know, will my thoughts
be ripped from this collection of memories
for evermore, for evermore


My muse made me write this today after the dream I had last night.
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