Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!
Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com    Poems On Site: 198,500+   Comments On Poems: 427,000+   Forum Posts: 105,000+
Custom Search
  Welcome ! Home  ·  FAQ  ·  Topics  ·  Web Links  ·  Your Account  ·  Submit Poetry  ·  Top 30  ·  OldSite Link 03-June 08:52:09 AEST  
  Menu
  Home
· Micks Shop
· Our eBay Store· Error Submit
 Poetry
· Submit Poetry
· Least Read Poems
· Topics
· Members Listing
· Old Site Post 2001
· Old Site Pre 2001
· Poetry Archive
· Public Domain Poetry
 Stories
· Stories (NEW ! )
· Submit Story
· Story Topics
· Stories Archive
· Story Search
  Community
· Our Poetry Forums
· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

  Site Help
· FAQ
· Feedback

  Members Areas
· Your Account
· Members Journals
· Premium Sign-Up
  Premium Section
· Special Section
· Premium Poems
· Premium Submit
· Premium Search
· Premium Top
· Premium Archive
· Premium Topics
 Fun & Games

· Jokes
· Bubble Puzzle
· ConnectN
· Cross Word
· Cross Word Easy
· Drag Puzzle
· Word Hunt
 Reference
· Dictionary
· Dictionary (Rhyming)
· Site Updates
· Content
· Special Content
 Search
· Search
· Web Links
· All Links
 Top
· Top 30
  Help This Site
· Donations
 Others
· Recipes
· Moderators
Our Other Sites
· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

  Social

Array ( [sid] => 76044 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Trek to Essence [time] => 2004-12-16 14:53:04 [hometext] => a personal journey of self and realizatioon [bodytext] => There was a cherub quite small
Yet so etched in verse
That chloroform emitted from his parsley chords

If in doubt he would say
Ask the wise man of golden tones
So I asked
And what?, oh speaker of karat rhymes
Do you bring in oft of thine own sweet words?

To which he replied
If a question is asked
Then in answer a question shall be given
But you are much more endowed than i!
Am I?
Think about it

Save not old things
For the past remains
Only for reference to mistakes

So be it I said
And I shall not dwell on accomplished things

Trodding further upon a gaze
A gaze of hope
I spied the heaving of the Millesian depths

The Isle of Sincillios lie below
A rock which drawn
Cut crystal

There in the streets
A cart slowly turned
Its wheels in agony

A well for all

A beggar

And there
Beneath a shelf
Was a maiden
With a tear

Please maiden the tear be stopped
For what has it fallen?

It has fallen for a realization of the essence
The essence?
Yes

I know thyself.


Douglas N. Peterson
Copywrite@2004 [comments] => 3 [counter] => 188 [topic] => 21 [informant] => newewe [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
Trek to Essence

Contributed by newewe on Thursday, 16th December 2004 @ 02:53:04 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



There was a cherub quite small
Yet so etched in verse
That chloroform emitted from his parsley chords

If in doubt he would say
Ask the wise man of golden tones
So I asked
And what?, oh speaker of karat rhymes
Do you bring in oft of thine own sweet words?

To which he replied
If a question is asked
Then in answer a question shall be given
But you are much more endowed than i!
Am I?
Think about it

Save not old things
For the past remains
Only for reference to mistakes

So be it I said
And I shall not dwell on accomplished things

Trodding further upon a gaze
A gaze of hope
I spied the heaving of the Millesian depths

The Isle of Sincillios lie below
A rock which drawn
Cut crystal

There in the streets
A cart slowly turned
Its wheels in agony

A well for all

A beggar

And there
Beneath a shelf
Was a maiden
With a tear

Please maiden the tear be stopped
For what has it fallen?

It has fallen for a realization of the essence
The essence?
Yes

I know thyself.


Douglas N. Peterson
Copywrite@2004




Copyright © newewe ... [ 2004-12-16 14:53:04]
(Date/Time posted on site)





Advertisments:






Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem


 
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.
Re: Trek to Essence (User Rating: 1 )
by Gemz_World on Thursday, 16th December 2004 @ 03:04:24 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
hi, i like ur poem as it leaves u stuck at the end, twisting ur thoughts. Keep up, u've got talent. Use ur talent wisely and i hope to read some more of ur poems from Gem xx


Re: Trek to Essence (User Rating: 1 )
by n2dep2care on Monday, 27th December 2004 @ 05:57:51 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
Wonderful poem! Nice ending and I love this :

"Save not old things
For the past remains
Only for reference to mistakes"
VERY awesome!

Laurie


Re: Trek to Essence (User Rating: 1 )
by newewe on Tuesday, 28th December 2004 @ 02:22:21 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
Thank you for your kind words. Trek to Essence is simply that. If one finds the essence of themself then that is the basis of you and the foundation of your existence. To find the essence of a person or thing is the truth of understanding....................doug




While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com