tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491928927508300294Sun, 27 Nov 2011 23:19:32 +0000Famous PoetryOthers' PoetryMy Poetryhttp://whispersthroughthetrees.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (John Gugie)Blogger31125WhispersThroughTheTreeshttp://feedburner.google.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491928927508300294.post-2984311309753855957Fri, 30 Jul 2010 20:22:00 +00002010-07-30T16:22:00.449-04:00My Poetry Paradise lost or paradise never gained? With a lonely darkness, my heart is stained A forgetten soul out in the desert, no one there to see the hurt Pains of life suffered in isolation, away from the mass population Segregation of the mind, equal to that of any kind No where to go, nowhere to hide Turn towards the inside It is safe, On myself, I can depend A helping hand, no where to lend http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~3/Wa6VX-TXo30/paradise-never-gained.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (John Gugie)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~4/Wa6VX-TXo30" height="1" width="1"/>http://whispersthroughthetrees.blogspot.com/2009/09/paradise-never-gained.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491928927508300294.post-1999331907084933534Wed, 28 Jul 2010 20:21:00 +00002010-07-28T16:21:00.226-04:00My Poetry Dia de Los Muertos the dead are coming, they're coming for you coming for you They're digging up their graves walking through the streets run for your lives hope you have fast feet Dia de Los Muertos the dead are everywhere they're all over the place all over the place They're all chasing after you it's a dead race Got to run and hide no one to confide They're attackng the alive try to http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~3/0PEEczIHc0A/day-of-dead.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (John Gugie)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~4/0PEEczIHc0A" height="1" width="1"/>http://whispersthroughthetrees.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-of-dead.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491928927508300294.post-2660789980710785475Mon, 26 Jul 2010 20:20:00 +00002010-07-26T16:20:00.269-04:00My Poetry Echoing thunderclap erupting volcano roaring river someone wicked this way comes Shaking earthquake relentless hurricane crashing flood someone wicked this way comes He travels the earth wrecking havoc reveling in the pain and suffering out of his way, run in fear for someone wicked this way comes Born of sin and hate without remorse he acts for his deeds he has no regret someone wicked this http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~3/4mlHOzJboDU/someone-wicked-this-way-comes.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (John Gugie)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~4/4mlHOzJboDU" height="1" width="1"/>http://whispersthroughthetrees.blogspot.com/2009/09/someone-wicked-this-way-comes.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491928927508300294.post-1265088508861182783Sat, 24 Jul 2010 20:18:00 +00002010-07-24T16:18:00.248-04:00My Poetry Anger, rage center stage vaudeville players reality slayers spectators think it an act they just think of those last hacked into little pieces as their rage to kill increases but they must wait for their releases wolves hidden among the sheep must hunt without a peep blend in with the normal crowd move within a cloaked cloud single out the weakest victim those most likely to succumb like http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~3/P5NfGWaOYPY/just-act.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (John Gugie)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~4/P5NfGWaOYPY" height="1" width="1"/>http://whispersthroughthetrees.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-act.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491928927508300294.post-444446363324401935Thu, 22 Jul 2010 20:16:00 +00002010-07-22T16:16:00.357-04:00My Poetry When you make a deal with the devil be prepared for your wildest dreams to come true your afterlife will be endless screams when payment becomes due repayment is a bitch how deep did you dig your ditch? was it worth it for a finite life? an infinite universe of strife you enjoyed the earthly pleasures and desires now you burn in Hell's fires (I wrote this after watching "The Devil's Advocate" http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~3/eaU8zJx1g2k/deal-with-devil.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (John Gugie)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~4/eaU8zJx1g2k" height="1" width="1"/>http://whispersthroughthetrees.blogspot.com/2009/09/deal-with-devil.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491928927508300294.post-145111570046393269Tue, 20 Jul 2010 20:15:00 +00002010-07-20T16:15:00.270-04:00My Poetry Sometimes I breathe you in I think thoughts of erotic sin When I breathe you out your soul leaves my mouth Our kisses, portals across the love of immortals You passed away without warning since then I have been in constant mourning I cannot live without you there is nothing I can do for I cannot die the pain makes me cry endless screams from within cause murderous thoughts of sin I want to killhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~3/H58b3UAhAf0/lunar-vengeance.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (John Gugie)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~4/H58b3UAhAf0" height="1" width="1"/>http://whispersthroughthetrees.blogspot.com/2009/09/lunar-vengeance.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491928927508300294.post-4318659566414106996Sun, 18 Jul 2010 20:13:00 +00002010-07-18T16:13:00.612-04:00My Poetry I must kiss the rain to soothe her pain the droplets pitter-patter in a meadow pool like the beating of my heart a lone lily pad floats in its center pelted this way and that I feel its pain My love bridges a path to her across tumultuous waters of the abyss of solitude within the recesses of her soul (I wrote this for Katie based on one of her nicknames.)http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~3/QCbAIs7sfC4/kiss-rain.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (John Gugie)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~4/QCbAIs7sfC4" height="1" width="1"/>http://whispersthroughthetrees.blogspot.com/2009/09/kiss-rain.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491928927508300294.post-5556459811106081393Fri, 16 Jul 2010 20:12:00 +00002010-07-16T16:12:00.735-04:00Famous PoetryDo not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~3/3nhRP645_e0/do-not-go-gentle-into-that-good-night.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (John Gugie)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~4/3nhRP645_e0" height="1" width="1"/>http://whispersthroughthetrees.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-not-go-gentle-into-that-good-night.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491928927508300294.post-5497250600187034986Wed, 14 Jul 2010 20:10:00 +00002010-07-14T16:10:00.800-04:00My Poetry I lived in a barren desert filled with sand always seeking a helping hand none was ever seen by my own eyes no one ever heard my pain or sighs I had given up on everyone nothing else could be done I reclined myself to this desolate pit then upon looking up into the distance I saw it! I just stared and froze it was a ruby red desert rose a thing of such beauty grew in my isolation I crawled on myhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~3/K_Op2UnrFRw/desert-rose.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (John Gugie)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~4/K_Op2UnrFRw" height="1" width="1"/>http://whispersthroughthetrees.blogspot.com/2009/09/desert-rose.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491928927508300294.post-794535924963512997Mon, 12 Jul 2010 20:09:00 +00002010-07-12T16:09:00.504-04:00My Poetry sometimes the mask falls people who never mattered begin to matter (I wrote this haiku after hearing about it in an episode of "Dexter".)http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~3/Lc5zEu7td70/mask-falls.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (John Gugie)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~4/Lc5zEu7td70" height="1" width="1"/>http://whispersthroughthetrees.blogspot.com/2009/09/mask-falls.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491928927508300294.post-961564405016750849Sat, 10 Jul 2010 20:07:00 +00002010-07-10T16:07:00.660-04:00My Poetry the dark passenger whenever he is driving I feel most alive (I wrote this haiku after hearing about "the dark passenger" on an episode of "Dexter".)http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~3/jqNup4cmarM/dark-passenger.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (John Gugie)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~4/jqNup4cmarM" height="1" width="1"/>http://whispersthroughthetrees.blogspot.com/2009/09/dark-passenger.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491928927508300294.post-92831827731507839Thu, 08 Jul 2010 20:06:00 +00002010-07-08T16:06:00.496-04:00Famous PoetryDo not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight, I am the starshine of the night. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room. I am in the birds http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~3/TdCT3LIQHkE/do-not-stand-at-my-grave-and-weep-by.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (John Gugie)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~4/TdCT3LIQHkE" height="1" width="1"/>http://whispersthroughthetrees.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-not-stand-at-my-grave-and-weep-by.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491928927508300294.post-9054779378480616997Tue, 06 Jul 2010 20:05:00 +00002010-07-06T16:05:00.454-04:00My Poetry Can you hear them all? thousand whispering voices you belong to onehttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~3/GUnxdNKMnc4/thousand-whispering-voices.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (John Gugie)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~4/GUnxdNKMnc4" height="1" width="1"/>http://whispersthroughthetrees.blogspot.com/2009/09/thousand-whispering-voices.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491928927508300294.post-6516374920305583929Sun, 04 Jul 2010 19:55:00 +00002010-07-04T15:55:00.280-04:00My Poetry the moonbeams pelted the land from the mountains to the sand everything it hit turned dark (This is the beginning of an idea I have for a horror story.)http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~3/vlBeDQL30rI/dark-moonlight.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (John Gugie)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~4/vlBeDQL30rI" height="1" width="1"/>http://whispersthroughthetrees.blogspot.com/2009/08/dark-moonlight.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491928927508300294.post-4177398154366328421Fri, 02 Jul 2010 19:00:00 +00002010-07-02T15:00:02.157-04:00My Poetry When you feel an angel close to your heart know that we are not far apart We won't ever be what I want us to be We won't ever lie down together I won't awaken with you to see I won't be able to hold you tight To comfort one another Fate hasn't dealt me a good hand My life is full of tiny grains of sand all loose and falling between my fingers Every time I start to get a grip another grain http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~3/_aVmH9wpzxs/to-those-left-behind.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (John Gugie)1<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~4/_aVmH9wpzxs" height="1" width="1"/>http://whispersthroughthetrees.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-those-left-behind.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491928927508300294.post-8209577558124370527Wed, 30 Jun 2010 19:54:00 +00002010-06-30T15:54:00.549-04:00My Poetry A drop of blood on a red rose, as sweet as my lips on your sensual throat. Bloody kiss, your warm body I miss. Children of the night, together for eternity as one. (I wrote this while in a vampire mood.)http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~3/3piqkYjHKs4/bloody-kiss.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (John Gugie)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~4/3piqkYjHKs4" height="1" width="1"/>http://whispersthroughthetrees.blogspot.com/2009/08/bloody-kiss.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491928927508300294.post-5807284075961360258Mon, 28 Jun 2010 19:41:00 +00002010-06-28T15:41:00.691-04:00Others' Poetry This is hilarious and good haikus. Playing words can ae fun! Check out his website as well.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~3/XKCjt6Oe5QQ/zombie-haiku.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (John Gugie)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~4/XKCjt6Oe5QQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://whispersthroughthetrees.blogspot.com/2009/08/zombie-haiku.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491928927508300294.post-3770090383212566263Sat, 26 Jun 2010 19:39:00 +00002010-06-26T15:39:00.763-04:00My Poetry Time, time, where does it go? sometimes it goes fast and other times slow. All of our most cherished memories seem far in the past, gone today, they never seem to last. Now they seem opaque and faded, by those memories our new ones seem jaded. Our most despised memories linger, as if pointing an accusatory finger. forever frozen in our minds, nightmares of all kinds. they rise to the surface http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~3/tbxQkiVfSD8/unforgotten-memories.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (John Gugie)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~4/tbxQkiVfSD8" height="1" width="1"/>http://whispersthroughthetrees.blogspot.com/2009/08/unforgotten-memories.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491928927508300294.post-2047488856392157808Thu, 24 Jun 2010 19:36:00 +00002010-06-24T15:36:00.753-04:00My Poetry Far away appears unbreakable unmoving Sequoia granite withstand millenia of erosion Move closer and closer reality is glass sturdy but breakable transparent inside on display weaknesses seen pushed to the ground shattered (I wrote this as a experiment in brevity.)http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~3/MMCy2t_ajCs/shattered.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (John Gugie)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~4/MMCy2t_ajCs" height="1" width="1"/>http://whispersthroughthetrees.blogspot.com/2009/08/shattered.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491928927508300294.post-4121715685451086694Tue, 22 Jun 2010 19:34:00 +00002010-06-22T15:34:01.022-04:00My Poetry Oh, so cold outside alone in a pale dullness sky without clouds sun nowhere to be seen leaves frozen to the ground their autumn crackle halted not a sound greets me street devoid of people no cars driving by walking by myself no friends or family lonely is the chill that permeates my soul in a sea of bleakness I move without thought purpose or intent to a destination unknown (I wrote this on a http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~3/GoN1UvQMVqc/so-cold-outside.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (John Gugie)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~4/GoN1UvQMVqc" height="1" width="1"/>http://whispersthroughthetrees.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-cold-outside.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491928927508300294.post-4808460108127585835Sun, 20 Jun 2010 19:32:00 +00002010-06-20T15:32:00.164-04:00My Poetry We are watchers, watchers in this world. We see all, we see little, but we see nonetheless. We see all of the world’s problems, we see all of the world’s achievements. We see the glory we see the disgrace.. We are watchers, watchers in this world. We see people in their daily life, in their happiness and sadness. We see people in their good times and bad times, and in all of their ups and http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~3/rfAQJeRfkyQ/watchers-in-this-world.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (John Gugie)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~4/rfAQJeRfkyQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://whispersthroughthetrees.blogspot.com/2009/08/watchers-in-this-world.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491928927508300294.post-2397644847182545554Fri, 18 Jun 2010 19:31:00 +00002010-06-18T15:31:00.852-04:00My Poetry Of wolves and angels Of Earth and Heaven Wolves howling up at the moon through eyes of courage and innocence Angels gazing down upon the Earth through eyes of strength and sympathy Through the celestial skies their eyes meet But do they see each other? Both are beings of a similar nature (I wrote this short poem for a group I made for my friend, Erin.)http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~3/r0k6NQ1-CYY/of-wolves-and-angels.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (John Gugie)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~4/r0k6NQ1-CYY" height="1" width="1"/>http://whispersthroughthetrees.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-wolves-and-angels.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491928927508300294.post-3170690896090078407Wed, 16 Jun 2010 18:12:00 +00002010-06-16T14:12:00.455-04:00My Poetrywind blows through the woods blistery cold permeates my skin loneliness pulses in my heart pain flows throughout my body my soul trapped in a cold world where I do not belong destined to forever travel alone wind howls like torture spirits merged into one entity to this I am called to this I belong my life has led me here a nowhere of forgotten souls that the world will not accept I let the ice http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~3/4_a1v4e-mZE/nowhere-of-forgotten-souls.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (John Gugie)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~4/4_a1v4e-mZE" height="1" width="1"/>http://whispersthroughthetrees.blogspot.com/2009/08/nowhere-of-forgotten-souls.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491928927508300294.post-3733848161877736522Mon, 14 Jun 2010 18:03:00 +00002010-06-14T14:03:00.281-04:00My Poetry Do you hear your own heartbeat? Listen to it speak Do you hear the rain? Listen to it speak See it wash away the remnants of the past while becoming part of it Let your heart Be like the rain flowing steadily cleansing its path let its pulsing warmth remain unchanged in its essence yet do not allow it to forget the past (I wrote this after being influenced by Charlotte Martin's song "Every http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~3/dVY2zqQ9ais/like-rain.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (John Gugie)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~4/dVY2zqQ9ais" height="1" width="1"/>http://whispersthroughthetrees.blogspot.com/2009/08/like-rain.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4491928927508300294.post-2713591840779927292Fri, 11 Jun 2010 18:00:00 +00002010-06-11T14:00:02.302-04:00My Poetry Through the fabric of time, I see faint images of times gone by, as if in a fancy, phantasmal theater. A feature film festoon in festivity and pain. Each image of past, present, future flashes by like a strobe light fixture, They cascade and flounder across the silver screen. It's a forcast of what may be, will be, or never seen. Gossimer strands of frailty. To which is drawn our fate? (This http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~3/CkwkMGtGOtM/theater-of-time.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (John Gugie)1<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhispersThroughTheTrees/~4/CkwkMGtGOtM" height="1" width="1"/>http://whispersthroughthetrees.blogspot.com/2009/08/theater-of-time.html