Haiku.

**Bethencourt** · April 21, 2014, 02:41 PM

The posting Prince.

To agree or to disagree?
That is the question.
Wether it is nobler in the mind
to share many points of view,
or to take arms against you
and by oposing crash your mind
until you have nothing else to say.
To share to die no more.
And by share to end this
tormenting threads that our
mind is heir to, this would be a
soft consumation devoutely
to be wished. But what to do
after this threads are gone, is
a consideration that stops the
mind and gives so long life to
the uncertainty.
For who would bear the lack of posts,
the unmoderated real life, the ugliness
of some real faces, the prices risen up,
the lost politics with no course, the despised
love, when you can end them all by a few
logging in seconds? who post would write
to grunt and sweat under
this weary criticism, but that the dread
of the real life, the uncertain country from
where many posters have returned,
puzzels the will, and make us bear
the discontent we have here than rather fly
to other real sites we know not of?
So conscience makes cowards of us all,
and the wishes of our existence,
get faded away by our eagerness
of some more reputation,
and the natural will of solving this inner
unbalanced situation turns away and
loose the name of action.

**Bethencourt** · April 24, 2014, 01:04 PM

Over the waves I remain,
over the waves I move,
over the waves I win,
over the waves I sail,
over the waves I loose,
and on your solid earth
....I will not change
Throw into the sea
your dirty iron chains,
the water is the life,
to cut it there is no knife,
only the keel of your vessel
will release you from this present.
If you want to capture me,
better learn to love you free.

**Bethencourt** · May 15, 2014, 04:17 PM

Songs for stones,
the wasted tones
I used to play
when you would stay,
never should be gone..

**Bethencourt** · May 18, 2014, 07:49 AM

Pride,
good consequence,
bad cause.

**La♔De♔Da♔Brigadier Graham** · May 20, 2014, 11:46 AM

Here is a poem I made years ago and was a prize winner!

It brings tears to my eyes every time I read it!

**Bethencourt** · May 20, 2014, 12:15 PM

To a Brigadier's poem.

Brigadier with his hat,
a geisha love, box and that,
has visited us so what
an intimate moment revealed!
of not only love but lived
stolen delicate remembrance
of a no coming back past.

**mishkin** · May 21, 2014, 04:06 AM

... and that.

**La♔De♔Da♔Brigadier Graham** · May 21, 2014, 02:44 PM

Originally Posted by mishkin

... and that.

Or something!

**Bethencourt** · May 21, 2014, 03:03 PM

Something is what remains
of our search of the truth,
something we did in our youth,
many hopes, force, and claims
now of our lives gone through.
But what we have kept under the hat,
no matter if small and that
is what really is important,
as the diamond value is constant.

**Bethencourt** · July 16, 2014, 12:34 PM

The insane search of the light
has been the cause of my blindness.
Looking for my inner perfection bright
I have felt into the deepest darkness.

Only the world colours and sounds,
in many ways and shapes all gathered,
bring me the hope that once found
my soul, and your soul, will be loved ......or lovers.