Poems wanted!!!

[Teresa]

In what lifetime?   

[Catwoman]

Now you've switched from Native American to Bhuddist!  OK...pick one!

[Teresa]

 .. I am such a finger painting of all of them that it is hard to pick.

That poem is actually Wiccan..
but being that the Indians drew lots of their energy and belief form Mother Earth and the 5 elements..
it sometimes is hard to tell the difference from the two.

[pam]

Ok, I'm goin out on a limb here................

Who are you they asked...

Who are you? they asked........

Why I'm me, she answered.........

Who's that? they asked................

What do you mean? she asked.........

Who are you?......................

Do you mean what's my name?................

No, who are you?........................

I'm my parents daughter!................

No, who are YOU?................

I'm a child of the Goddess!........................

No, who ARE you?..................

I'm a child,mother,lover,wife,grandmother,housekeeper,

gardener,farmer,framer,sider,cook,artist,healer,bitch,

sad,happy,angry,disappointed,proud,disillusioned,optimistic,

knocked down, gettin up,stubborn,tired,gettin up again,

passive,wild,WOMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WHo do you THINK I am?

[Teresa]

Excellent Pam!! I love it!

[pam]

Ty

[Catwoman]

That was great, Pam!!!  I loved it!!! Sounds like you claim all of that, and more! :-)   

[Teresa]

We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens...
We all have to wonder with this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam through the rooms in a maze,
Looking for something or someone we sit in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes...
Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody to type out our name...
We want recognition, but it's always the same.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes we flirt...
In IM's we chat deeply and reveal why we hurt.
We do form friendships, but why we don't know..
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
Why is it on screen we can be so bold
Telling our secrets that have never been told.
Why is it we share the thoughts in our mind
With those we can't see, as if we were blind.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.
We all have our problems and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must..
So we turn to the 'puter and to those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains...
They are friends without faces...with odd little names!

[pam]

Exactly! You nailed it!

[flo]

what I wouldn't give for the talent of you two.  I have always been so proud of Pam's artistic way with words and her artistic way with an artist's brush, but  her talent didn't come from her mother.