But you promised you'd make my babies' afghans, too.

Giggling under covers, gasping to
Whisper your secrets--secrets they'll stay.
I promise they'll love you just as I do.

Sometimes at night I like to climb into
Your rocking chair--I'll have my own someday.
You promised you'd make my babies' afghans, too.
Someday they'll love you just as I do.
                                          Eliza Jane Farley
                                            revised 4/16/97

You promised you'd make my babies' afghans, too,
When my time came.  But now you've gone away.
I promise they'll love you just as I do.

Hot tears steamed-up the window--How could you
Leave before my twenty-first birthday?
You promised you'd make my babies' afghans, too--

Mine--Big pink roses you can poke right through
The middle with your thumb.  Forgot to pray.
I promise they'll love you just as I do.

A year has passed, yet I can still see you
Flipping dentures, slyly wink my way.

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 though 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.

We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.
 
With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze
Looking for something or someone, as 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 is always the same.
 
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.

  Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains
They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.
My heart was full the day my brown haired baby boy was born.

My heart laughed as I watched you learn to spell your name with Sweet 
Tarts candy on the living room floor.

My heart watched as you grew and grew.

My heart froze as I sat through rain and snow and it sweat in 120
degree  weather while I watched you play baseball for 7 years.

My heart soared the day you became an Eagle Scout.

My heart followed you all over the state of Idaho

as you played
football. But it missed seeing your beautiful touch down.
My heart was excieted as you went away to college in the fall.

My heart watched as you've climbed your mountain these past several 
years.

My heart was so full of love as you stood so straight and tall all in 
white in the Temple of the Lord.

My heart is singing with pride as you go into the world as a Missionary.

My heart will always be with you my dear son no matter where you go or

I wish I could but I can't.
I should have tried but too hard for me
I wish I could but I cant....

-- no name submitted

In this sesquicentennial year my thoughts have turned to those who came before:
I hope you like this work and perhaps others I have written:  I think your zine is great

I wish I could but I can't
I should have tried but too hard for me
I could if I wanted to but I cower with fear
Of you rejecting me forever, into the sea, never again
Thoughts of sorrow dance through my mind about a certain someone.

My house
Was made of splashed mud.
Yours
Of sticks and mud.
We shivered out that frozen place
As sisters, 
Waiting for the winter's
Passing.
You had given birth
In your house
And the child
Thin boned and blue

Was going to die
But didn't.
Look at him now.
They  say
He was the model
For the angel
On the temple.
His feet so big,
Hair long and curly round
A farm boy's hands....
They wanted someone
Strong,

Chin just right,
That could wear the
Winter blast
Year in and out
Wrapped tight in
Bright gold cloth.
Come this long way
And every day I think;
How much I love
Moroni's
mother.

Loren Jarvis , 1997

dear friendzine:
    I wrote this poem to my brother while he was in the MTC awaiting to go to Mexico.

I go singing everyday
My friend and I caroling to whom we may;
The tune of our song is repentance-how sweet and forgiving
Our melody  is one of hope and salvation-
that we are children of a King.
My friend and I together everywhere go
Hoping to find a new listener and hoping they won't say no.
Our song has been sung many times- in foreign lands and distant places;
It always has been and always will be the same- now and since the dawn

of the ages.
The author of our song is Christ
from Him also we get our singing voice;
Singing louder and louder so every soul we might reach;
They will say I have heard this song before,
though no one has sung it to me;
And we will say it is not ours but the Father's
and I will sing it because I an His personal missionary.

          Andrea J. Ludwig

          Lake Mary, Florida
Your smile, your eyes,
The way I would dream of you holding me.
Was it reality or just my fantasy?
Was it meant to be?

Your love, your support,
unseen yet felt.
Our lives so different yet the same.
Was it meant to be?

You in my thoughts and prayers

The thoughts of us together.
Was it God or Satan leading the way?
Was it meant to be?

Then the walls started to come up
and we became confused.
Now that our love is over.
I feel the emptiness in my heart.
I sit and wonder, missing you.
The twinkle in your eye, the spirit once felt.

Were we really meant to be?

Thankyou, Lisa Romanow

Appearing for only a moment
Then fading quickly away
Radiant beams sweeps across the sky
Filling the immense panorama

Fiery, dancing colors
Play upon the billowing sea
Pulling my heart to the stratosphere
Taking my breath away

Boiling, passionate hues
Of unknown colors race by
To vanish in just moments
As the darkness steals them away

And as it all disappears
Each tint blending with the blackness
I find my eyes filled with moisture
For the gift that has passed before me

The sun is the palette
The sky the canvas
Wind is the brush
With which God paints a sunset

Against the deepening blue
Drift the darkening clouds
Gentle glows begin to appear
Signaling the end of day

Softly it slips upon me
Drawing my heart away
To a majesty I've never beheld
Monumental in its proportion

Grand strokes of yellows
Reds, blues, oranges and grays
Shimmer across the sky
Landing unexpectedly on one lone cloud

Along with the rest of the human race under the sky
For not one person can go just a year
Without shedding just one, single, undried tear

Tears are made when we have water in our eye
This often results in making us cry
Then we depend on friends to hold us close
And tell us, "You're the one with the most."

When those friends break down and cry and even weep
We give them a hug and worry over them in our sleep
But sometimes a friendship will break apart

A tear is caused by a yearning depresion
Sight of a sin saw in thoughtful regression
No one goes through life without shedding a tear
For tears are caused by all even those we hold dear

The eye is used to see the world in which we live
But also to express the feelings we so willingly give
Through the eye you may see someone's unseen soul
And see if you were used in someone's hurtful goal

Yes, even those witht he coldest heart cry

Which often brings the biggest tears straight from our heart

The sight of the strong yet beautiful islands
These are all of God's creations around this gorgeous place on God's earth

The sound of the waves calmly coming in
The smoothness of the geese flying
The shadows of rain across the moving water
The calmness of the breeze in my face

Here is a poem written this after noon for a special someone I found on the Chat Touring.  Special story, but don't think she would mind my including it here. 

The choice was ours so long ago,
With promises to bind,
That if we lived as Father asked,
We would each other find.

So to this earth we both did come,
And in our separate ways,
Through tribulation and much more,
We learned the Spirit's ways.

And so we both with broken hearts,
Did wander on this plain,
When suddenly a light burst forth,
And we found ourselves again.

The lonely times are all but past,
And soon the time will come,
When we together will be blessed,
And to unite as one.

For this is the way that's been ordained,
That we should truly be,
United throughout all of time,
And all Eternity

My Lovely one, I truly have
Been blessed beyond all men,
To have, to share, my life, my Love
With you, my dearest Jen.

"I Love You"
I love you... and I'll say it again
I love you... and you are my friend
Do you want to know why I love you
Because you know what I'm going through
          LIFE
This all encompassing thing defined as ... "life" This life of joy & pain
This life of happiness & sorrow
This life of loss & gain
This life of memorial yesterdays and wondering tomorrows This life of hope & gratitude
This life of love & faith
This life of despair & loneliness
This life of wickedness & hatred

Yes, I wanted to say, "I love you."
For the time you pat my back and you made me feel bigger And believe it or not "I love you..."
For the time I smiled and rather than smiling back...
You turned your head instead, and called me a nigger Please try to understand
I love you... and I'll say it again
I love you... and you are my friend
Do you really want to know why "I love you" Just because...
              ... Jesus told me to.

    Ok. I found one more that I would like for you to consider submitting.  It's a serious one too.  But I've got to make up for the lunacy that I exhibited in my personal add.

              "While YOU're Still Around" Silent fears are dictating our lives
Evaporated tears that we may never have cried Filling the river of... "What if's " inside the universe

A splendid moment that we may never achieve Or an eternal glory for those that truly believe This is the choice we must make while we're still around

"Forever and a day" is true live sime may say And others say "to love is to set one free" Each moment in time moves as one infinite day Only love can make any sense of it to me

Our souls pass through each other's doors Into one another's lives we dance, we run, we sit This fire will warm the house like a hearth, or burn it down evermore So against all the cold bitter winds... LOVE WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT Because this one chance is all we'll get.

K. Danor Gerald

email me... I need some lovin'  a0009582@airmail.net"
"If the powers that be on this highway of pixels and plastic, choose to submit this jargon then I'll write one again and I promise to be funnier next time.  'Hey folks, don't take any wooden nickels... unless you own a 3-legged dog named Tripod or Lucky."

O Lord my God, when I ponder upon all the things that thou doest for me, I
am lead to recognise my own humility and weaknesses.

Thou provideth the earth that I dwell upon, the air that I breathe, the
clothes that I wear, the food that I eat.  I do nothing, I achieve nothing,
I am nothing without thy blessing.

Thou strengtheneth me each day, that I may live that day. Thou protecteth me
in my weakness, and in my vulnerability.  thou carriest me through mine
hardships, and helpeth me to meet the challenges of this life.  Thou
cushioneth me against the buffetings and tempests of Satan.

Thou forgivest mine iniquities, and showest me how to forgive those who do
wrong against me.

Thou weepest when I weep, and rejoiceth when I rejoice.

Thou art ahead of me, lighting my path, creating footprints in which to
plant mine own feet, leading me in the way that I should go.

Thou art behind me, helping when I stumble, and gently nudging me when I
inadvertently wander from the path.

Thou grantest me all the righteous desires of my heart.

Thou art my Saviour and my Redeemer.

Thou art my Father and my Brother.

Thou art my Master and my Best Friend.

Thou art there, always, and wilt never let me down.  In thee I can place my
whole trust, and my faith, and give to thee my

heart, knowing that thou wilt
not betray me, nor wilt thou break my heart.

Thou knowest the end from the beginning, thou knowest all things and
endureth all things.

Thou wilt always lead me in righteousness, and will never bring me to harm.

Though mortality may maim and even destroy this body, yet my soul is
eternal, and I will one day worship at thy feet in this body, made perfect
by thy love.

Thou art good, kind, patient, gracious, long-suffering, in fact all the
things that I long to be, and I know that if I follow thee, and live my life
as thou hast shown me how, I, too , can be like thee, one day.

I know that by obeying thee, and walking with thee, I can have peace in my
heart, even though there may be turmoil and strife in the world around me.

My heart is filled with love for thee; there are not the words to thank thee
enough for all that thou doest for me.

Yea, though I walk thy path, and serve thee all the days of my life, yet I
can never show enough gratitude for all the blessings that abound in my life
>from thee.

I love thee, I adore thee, I worship thee; I long for the day when I can
kneel at thy feet and thank thee for thy love for me.

All glory to the Father, Amen.

UK Sooze (who is wondering why a clairvoyant needs a doorbell?)
          mIRC Nick: Bodicea

When I think about my life an' all;
I think about the trail...
The times I fought the blazin' sun-
and rode through icy hell.

I'd lean back in the saddle awhile;
and hear the leather creak...
To gaze upon this fertile land,
inherited by the meek.

I then raise m' head to spy above
the wonders of the sky;
Then tip m' hat to sheild the sun...
draw a breath and sigh.

Now, I'd have to call the herd,
and hope I wouldn't scare
These mighty beasts we've rounded up-
and move to God knows where!

My thoughts soon turn to the Man above,
the Trailboss of us all...
Whose cattle call's not often heard
by the masses of us all.

He's got His eyes on the worldly herd,
He's ridin' after strays...
He'll bring us all back to his fold,
in these, His final days.

Now, I'm hopin' that He'd call on me
to lend a helpin' hand...
To help Him gather up the strays,
while ridin' for His brand.

I've drifted off...Now back to work,
to roll these doggies on...
Off to feilds of greener lands,
for them to graze upon!

by Chad Ruesch

My name is Megan Tracy and I am 18.  This is a poem I wrote.  It's nothingspecial, I just thought you might want to read it. 

My path is a dusty road
Full of bumps, full of pitfalls
It winds and twists in and out
Of danger, of the evil one's grasp
I can see your path from here
But I can't quite see you
You are too far ahead
The sun is leaving

Night is coming
I will just rest here until the morning
Satan whispers me to sleep
The Son wakes me
Forward, he says lovingly
He pats me on the head
Do you want me to come along
I do, but I think you must know
I am too tired to march
I am too slow to run
I hope you don't mind if I walk