Poems

[ilovelucy]

You know I really love poetry because I happen to feel it is way for one to express one's thoughts and feelings with real freedom...

A daily event.
A sound.

A color.
A shape.

A simple way of looking at what it means to be.
In one's own way.....

So, by all means.
Whether or not you share the thought here.

Write.

goodnight.

[ilovelucy]

AND IF I AM NOT


and, of course, am not one
with you here,
in the memory and the outbreak
of souls colliding
in compassion
against another year,

day and month.

We write calendars

as such,

But.

ah, but there are the long days
And the proverbial short answers.

I wish I had a clue.




lucy

[ilovelucy]

The cruel war is raging
Johnny has to fight
I want to be with him
From morning till night
I want to be with him
It grieves my heart so,
Won't you let me go with you?
No,my love, no.


I'll tie back my hair,
Men's clothing I'll put on,
I'll pass as your comrade
As we march along.
I'll pass as your comrade
No one will ever know,
Won't you let me go with you?
No, my love, no.

Oh Johnny oh Johnny,
I feel you are unkind.
I'll love you far better,
Than all of mankind.
I'll love you far better,
No words can ever express,
Won't you let me go with you?
Yes, my love, yes.

God speed.

[ilovelucy]

SYMMETRIES
(the unformated version because I get cut off often)

We expect these things.
Dark and light
Enveloping each other
Within the circle.

The lost silhousette of the moon
Ebbing,
Curling around the sun.

The fitting of mouth, bone and belly
Grace of form
Joined. a balance of one.

[Persephone]

Some truly lovely lines, Lucy. Thanks for sharing.

[ilovelucy]

(cont)

We will call it love.

(The caterer will provide
flowers and confections)

We will call it beauty
(The department store providing
petaled linen and tissue-paper)

We will hide

The discordance
The deformity
For a while
We will not see
The hump growing
Behind our backs.

[Persephone]

Wow.

[ilovelucy]

And as in an experiment
sand on glass slides
Separates into two
Symmetrical halves
When lulled by a bow.

We will call it music,
The symphony will disguise
Our scattered sand, our dissonant chords.

[Persephone]

This is making me wish I had something to write. I'm fresh out right now. I just don't think there is anything writable in me.

[ilovelucy]

Poets writing together, as we do here, Suth, write in a fugue, more or less...sometimes one chorus, sometimes the other.

I eagerly wait for your next batch.

:)

[ilovelucy]

If I
Were you, but I am not,
Just a simple somewhat
Ornery disposition.


But, if I were
You, and not the person
I am.

I would beg countless flowers,
Sweet resposes, and teary
Demands. But I am not,

You. And so, therefore,
I stand waiting,
For some lonely knock
On my door.

Yet, you stand still,
And I hate waiting.
You seem to crave,
Love when hesitating.

Knock.
And try perhaps once more.
I am the reticent paramour.

If I were you.
But I am not.
I would try
To tie some knot,
Of love and grief,
They are always bound,
We'll keep a cat
And an old coon hound.

Ah, but this is not for you,
Well, I understand.
There are demands
Which limit man---

If I were and you were not.
I wish you
I wish you
I　long
For what you cannot.

[ilovelucy]

BENEDICTION

They do not enter the curtained box
Behind the blessed gaze,
Nor wait for the voice to climb the stair
Whose rustling cloak slide
Open the paneled screen. Nor take the afer
Under silent tongues,
Startled by reflections of candlelight,
In the silver circle of prayer.

[ilovelucy]

(cont)

These confessions speak in leaves
Damp with clay, a chorus
Beyond the blue patina of day.

The echoes of crickets, the holy
Tree-peepers, the blasphemous
Mockingbird, the pious root-hog,
The benevolent cow.

Orations of geese.
Hushed devotions of deer,
They speak now what we,
The ignorant and untamed
Refuse to hear.

Listen.

To their benedictions again.

[jeny]

I have time,
so much time,
it goes so slow,
it moves so fast.

A minute past,
it took forever,
A year gone by,
And I don't know where.

[ilovelucy]

thanks, jen.

Wait until she starts talking a blue streak and running around the house....

[Persephone]

Because I Do Not Know What I Want


I want to live in a world full of
movies, books, toe nail polish,
people who sit on the floor to talk,
spaghetti in bed,
appetizers that have no name,
bare feet on fresh grass,
music that makes up words
as it goes along,
dogs that think they are cats
and cats that play fetch
with the remote control.

I want a love
that speaks volumes
through the eyes in the
back of its head,
that can smell wistfulness
from a thousand miles away,
that will stop in the middle
of the sky tumbling down
just to share a smile.

I want laughter for a full-time job
and day-lilies with insomnia.

I want to breathe on broken hearts
and make them beat to the tune
of a brand new bicycle,
peddling the sidewalks
of Christmas future.

I want to pick my dinner
off of vines that wallpaper themselves
to summer chores.

I want the mountain to come to me.
I want it to wait until I’ve climbed to the top.

I want to be the dream someone can
always, almost remember in the morning.
I want a love so good it stays up late
just to meet itself coming and going.

I want to have to look for it
every day just to remember
where I’ve left my own name.

I want the impossible.
I want it to set in so tough and fast
Clorox couldn’t get it out.

I want everyone to know
when I’ve found what I want but me.

[jeny]

Diaper pins, Diaper pins,
I hate you a lot,
why does it take so long,
for puntures on my finger to clot?

~Jeny (with slippery fingers today)
;D

[ilovelucy]

Suth...

This is beautiful. I love the unexpected twists and curve balls here...startling images...

and Jen.... ;D ;D

[ilovelucy]

TO JOHN AND ABIGAIL ADAMS

There they rested, and sought a solitude
In simple hand-written notes to the other,
Riding his horse to Philadephia against enemy
lines, dear John. She wrote the miseries of
A winter in Massachusetts seething with death.
Smallpox did not defeat us, nor did the Red
Cloaks which sought to tame us.

And Abigail longed for pins.

How innocent now, how simple these sweet
Embraces seem. To long for someone to ride
Home and carry

Pins.

The revolution was fought for the love ( and need of)


Of pins?


Of course, these men who loved their freedom,
Gave their last breath in some strange hope
That men could indeed found a kingdom
Where the love of man and God simply met
Each other in some boundless and infinite mesh.

The smallpox killed many. Small, large, old and so
Tenderly born.

These who gave their lives' service, their hopes so
high, the future blind.

So simple a need in the face of danger, so telling
To our present mind with all our grandeur and deception.

Pins, mind you.

[ilovelucy]

THE MAN WHO WROTE THE NOTE

Miles it took. He walked them looking
In all directions. There are enemies
Who would mistake a common man
For another one of those.
Who is to say the enemy cannot
Be spotted or recognized
In this simple equation.
War is thus.
Yet, one man is simply
On his own
In an unyielding wilderness
Of sand and retort.
He comes with a message.
There is a girl.
She is a hostage.
And despite the uniform
And the official address.
He instinctively understands.
Youth.
She is a slip of a thing.
Cracked and scarred.
Yet, brave.
He understands
Honor and a man's plight
A brave, yet frightened woman.
Fighting a man's fight.
Not for less, but makes
Her more human.
And she lives
Because of a certain gift
Wisdom or better.
Angels live sometimes
In the humblest conditions.
They have not wings.
They are merely those
Who see.

[Persephone]

Good one, Lucy. I really like that "sand and retort" line.

[ilovelucy]

Thanks, sweetheart....A compliment from you means a lot to me.

[ilovelucy]

Because I Do Not Know What I Want


I want to live in a world full of
movies, books, toe nail polish,
people who sit on the floor to talk,
spaghetti in bed,
appetizers that have no name,
bare feet on fresh grass,
music that makes up words
as it goes along,
dogs that think they are cats
and cats that play fetch
with the remote control.

I want a love
that speaks volumes
through the eyes in the
back of its head,
that can smell wistfulness
from a thousand miles away,
that will stop in the middle
of the sky tumbling down
just to share a smile.

I want laughter for a full-time job
and day-lilies with insomnia.

I want to breathe on broken hearts
and make them beat to the tune
of a brand new bicycle,
peddling the sidewalks
of Christmas future.

I want to pick my dinner
off of vines that wallpaper themselves
to summer chores.

I want the mountain to come to me.
I want it to wait until I’ve climbed to the top.

I want to be the dream someone can
always, almost remember in the morning.
I want a love so good it stays up late
just to meet itself coming and going.

I want to have to look for it
every day just to remember
where I’ve left my own name.

I want the impossible.
I want it to set in so tough and fast
Clorox couldn’t get it out.

I want everyone to know
when I’ve found what I want but me.



I really love this poem.

Get the book published!

[Persephone]

Oh, hell. I'd forgotten I even wrote that poem. It actually startled me to see it. :P

[ilovelucy]

It should startle you. It is lovely.

[ilovelucy]

EASTER 2003

There is a war, everywhere we turn these days.
The soldiers stand in the heart of Persia.
The wives mend hearts alone.
And children both in rags
And riches, wait
For fathers to come home.

(There is )war in the kingdom of God.
The Godless fear as much.
How uncomfortable a question.
Does God want a war and such?
No war, no hate, no anger,
No scorn, nor human army can deny
God still watches with a saddened cry.

His children are being torn and shredded.
His love mocked and scorned.
His wisdom is belied, denied, forsaken.
His tempest is beget by a human storm.

He is not a God of rage or grief.
He loves those he created from his need
For love, He gave, some say, a son to relieve
Those who could love him, who might believe.

I pray for all who suffer.
I pray for those innocent.
I would give more of myself to suffer
A tear to shed, a cloth to rend. A mile
To walk in some saddened pace, if
I could feel their sorrow, give them grace,
Heal their wounds, help their plight,
Give joy to the hardened face.

I would be willing to do as much,
God be willing, to pray for such,
As these, and as we all are burdened,
We all go wrong, we make mistakes.

Please give us grace to understand.
Not to condemn, nor repremand.
We are all lost in a common boat.
Please help us find the way to be.
And stay aloft and live to see.
God's grace and mercy as we could believe.

[Observer]

I only know one poem.

"The Moon Was Yellow" by... I don't know who wrote it.

The moon was yellow.
The lane was bright.
She turned to me in the summer night
And she gave a hint with every glance
That what she craved was real romance.
I stammered, stuttered, and time went by.
The moon was yellow.
And so was I.

[ilovelucy]

Hi, Observer.

Thanks for the poem!

[Observer]

Hi Lucy,

That has been in my head for a quarter of a century. I don't where I read it or why it has stayed with me.
I know it's not exactly Frost or Whitman, but it's all I've got.

[ilovelucy]

It's funny how some things stick with you. I can barely remember any poems by heart, even my own, but limericks, ah! I know quite a few.... ;D

[McBp_2003]

You Saw Me for Me
Ive been to a lot of places,
Ive fooled a lot of faces,
I pretended to be,
Mr. Popularity
I was not happy with who I was,
But thats okay because
You saw me for me
You looked past the mask
I put up for society,
You saw me for me
Not the way I ought to be,
The world doesnt give me a chance
But under the same circumstance
You saw me for me
We were always so happy
Never sad,
Always good times
Never bad,
We could talk for hours
Or minutes, it didnt matter
You see
Cause you saw me for me,
Days, weeks, months
They pass,
Everyday a reminder
about the past
Of that short time
when someone saw,
Me for me,

IMO RJB
BAJD

Remembering that day
I started the day like any other,
just a quiet day,
I went home and something wasnt right,
Lets Stop by said the passenger
So we did, we hung left
then took another,
Down to the end of the street.
Something was wrong people were out,
Police were Quarantining the house,
I found him,
the man that would tell me
The worst news ever,
I asked him what had happened
He said, I dont know how to tell you all but
and that Was it I knew, you were gone,
never for me to see you again
I thought will this dream ever stop
I never thought he would
Did he do it himself
Im sure he did,
had you ever seen the boy
All the demons around me,
who didnt know youThe way I did,
they talk now as if they know,
But wait, what was that last thing you said
To me, before today, just one day ago,
We should hang out some more
and what was it I said
I hope we can just give me a couple of weeks,
home work and all
and now your gone,
there is no couple of weeks
now there is nothing but despair,
The priest crosses himself,
I am not catholic, and so do not oblige,
but I stare at your Resting place,
waiting for you to get up.
Damnit! Stop this charade
Get up, get out of the coffin,
start lauging make me feel better,
I always turned to you in times of trouble,
what are you doing,
Who will console me now,
surely no one can, so I will wait
Until we see each other again,
then and only then can it be all right,
All will be rightIn the world,
We will laugh again,
no more tears,
no more tears.
For soon there will nothing to fear,
just a few more years,
with no more tears

IMO RJB
BAJD

The North Star
I remember that cool summers eve
The day when the North Star Fell,
Just as I was traveling this ocean of life,
All was quiet, at first, then something
Happened, something strange
the sky grew darker,
The waves grew more violent
And there was nobody to guide me now
It came down with a shudder, the heavens
Did weep, The foundation of hope was
Moved, waters turned icy,
The world was against me,
The moon turned its back, no light will ever
Shine again. The days they go on, all is well
But the night times become a living hell,
For in my troubles there you were,
In the darkest times you shone above,
When the moon refused to shine,
you were bright shining,
I was never scared, for you were there,
The oceans could try to get me
but always you would guide me to safety,
Now who will guide,
what other star is so bright,
what other star so useful,
What do I do now in these dark times
when I can no longer navigate life oceans?
There is no other comparative star,
I am the last of a people who does not move on to another star,
what other star is there,
for once you have seen the best
there is nothing left,
so I will wait here on my lifes ship,
I will wait here in this water until either my ship is too torn to sail,
or I am swallowed by the betraying ocean of life,
I wait and I wait,
please come back soon,
for the water is swirling, and
I have nowhere to turn

IMO RJB
BAJD

[ilovelucy]

MCBp.

Did you write these?

Regardless of whether you did or not, thank you for the contribution. I like the second one, especially......

[McBp_2003]

MCBp.

Did you write these?

Regardless of whether you did or not, thank you for the contribution. I like the second one, especially......

Yes ma'm I did.

[ilovelucy]

Okay, since you wrote them, I have a small suggestion.

Break up the lines.
Leave words clinging
Hanging if you will
To curve and shape
Each following thought,
Something along the idea
I am doing here
Now.

[McBp_2003]

Okay, since you wrote them, I have a small suggestion.

Break up the lines.
Leave words clinging
Hanging if you will
To curve and shape
Each following thought,
Something along the idea
I am doing here
Now.


originally they were nice and neat, but I copied and pasted and they got messed up

[ilovelucy]

Much easier on the eye....

Yes,

you are a poet?

[McBp_2003]

Much easier on the eye....

Yes,

you are a poet?

Hardyl those are the only 3 I have ever written that weren't for school. If you can't tell they all center around one subject, it was my way of expressing the feelings that I couldn't let out at the time.

[ilovelucy]

One of the lovely things about poetry...

Expressing that which we cannot let out, but feel
We must conceal otherwise...



Keep writing.

[LanceALott]

McBp: If you can't tell they all center around one subject, it was my way of expressing the feelings that I couldn't let out at the time.

LaL; Keep writing, and do it your way. It is honest and sincere. If someone esel wants to do it their way, let them; but I like your words just fine.

Very touching. Very personel. Very well done. Remember Elvis: "I did it my way!"

[LanceALott]

OUT MY WINDOW ON A CALIFORNIA MORN


A California morn,
Fog blankets tree,
Mist covers lawn.
Still and silent
Gently rides the dawn.

Maple leaves a growing,
Tiny and red.
Cherry starting to bloom.
Pink petals, red heart.
Kid’s swing standing still,
Old fort gone.
Bird sings mating song;
As gently rides the dawn.

[ilovelucy]

nice imagery...thanks for the poem. :)

Good Old Times

Sometimes I lift the curtain
from mem'rys golden haze
And see the good old times we had
In vanished Happy days
And sometimes in the future
If you can plan just when
Don't you think that we can have
Some good old times again?

~unknown

[ilovelucy]

Sometimes I wish I could life the curtain as well...

Goodnight, and thanks lonestar.....

I have been sick because of an allergic reaction the the exterminator's sprays today....we also found out we have a bunch of snakes sheddling under the house...yuck.

Buenos noches!

[ilovelucy]

REQUIEM

Let me tell of a night once said
The hounds of war did wake the dead
And raised of the sound of fear and dread
And then, the quiet so still it bled
Of untold horrors, lies which fed
A multitude.

They danced, they played the tune.
They read the news, they bought its rune
Which forcast all was sad and gloom,
They could not see the death which loomed,
Before them, ah, the glistened tomb,
The heralders did plan for man's sure doom.

In a land once ever was, and never was,
But thought there was, a happier land
There never was, but men were blinded
By the true "was" there was. How cruel,
To bind those people such, to lie, to steal,
To give a crutch to those so free to walk,
To see, how sad they did not remain free.

The world was theirs. And they did care,
They triumphed with a certain air,
Of dignity, of constitutional grace,
How easily one is led to disgrace,
Loss of honor, loss of creed,
Loss of memory and rights decreed,
By living words of fathers passed.
They forgot all wisdom. They sold their ass
To politics and greed and money.
To security and life so phoney,
The looks, the sounds, the bells the tune
Of dying suns and starstruck moons.


There, in a future place to come.
There will be talk of a long past kingdom.
Freedom shone, one short brief spark.

A few, gave much, gave all....

It was a lark.

To the Patriots...

lucy


(an example of some dark poetry with a political bent.... :) )

[tileman]

REQUIEM

Let me tell of a night once said
The hounds of war did wake the dead
And raised of the sound of fear and dread
And then, the quiet so still it bled
Of untold horrors, lies which fed
A multitude.

They danced, they played the tune.
They read the news, they bought its rune
Which forcast all was sad and gloom,
They could not see the death which loomed,
Before them, ah, the glistened tomb,
The heralders did plan for man's sure doom.

In a land once ever was, and never was,
But thought there was, a happier land
There never was, but men were blinded
By the true "was" there was. How cruel,
To bind those people such, to lie, to steal,
To give a crutch to those so free to walk,
To see, how sad they did not remain free.

The world was theirs. And they did care,
They triumphed with a certain air,
Of dignity, of constitutional grace,
How easily one is led to disgrace,
Loss of honor, loss of creed,
Loss of memory and rights decreed,
By living words of fathers passed.
They forgot all wisdom. They sold their ass
To politics and greed and money.
To security and life so phoney,
The looks, the sounds, the bells the tune
Of dying suns and starstruck moons.


There, in a future place to come.
There will be talk of a long past kingdom.
Freedom shone, one short brief spark.

A few, gave much, gave all....

It was a lark.

To the Patriots...

lucy


(an example of some dark poetry with a political bent.... :) )









Very cool Lucy.. :)

[ilovelucy]

thanks...I appreciate that.

[jeny]

Old Man strong and true,
You were the silent watchman,
Now you have fallen.


(Haiku for the Old Man on the Mountain) :'(

http://i.cnn.net/cnn/2003/US/Northeast/05/03/old.man.mountian.ap/story.n.h.old.man.ap.jpg

[Persephone]

Once upon a time...
There was a heart
And into this heart
Were dropped the seeds of
Affection, Understanding, Compassion
The seeds took root
And the heart was filled with Beauty
But life can frequently be difficult
Especially for such a fragile Heart
And sometimes it was bruised
And a few times
It was even broken
But time healed the wounds
And its Beauty increased
And the Heart found true Happiness
Came when sharing with others
Yet, no matter how much it gave
There was always more
For you just can't empty
A Heart Full of Love

~Javan~



I've seen this before somewhere. I like it. Welcome to NoPC.

[Persephone]

Yes, I like this poem very much myself. Javan is a self published poet. If you'd like to read more of his work you can find it at www.javanpress.com . And thank you for the welcome.


It's not often we have someone post poetry on the very first post. I'm thrilled to have you here. Thanks for the link.

Do you write poetry?

[Persephone]

I have dabbled in it a bit. Many people in my family write and to me it's a gift of sorts. To be able to express yourself in word and to paint pictures with those words so the poem comes alive is truly wonderful.


Well, we'd love to have you share with us sometime. If not, keep sharing poems you love. It perks things up around here, even if some of the guys do make fun of us from time to time. Secretely, they all love the poetry forum. :)

[Persephone]

They only make fun because they hate to admit they feel the poetry speaking to them. :) I have a son who writes the most beautiful poetry but rarely ever shares it with anyone. I'll think about sharing some of mine at some point.


It's good for the soul. Even tileman's. :)

Do share your own when you feel like it. We'd all enjoy it.

[Persephone]

Tileman's soul is in need? Poor dear. ;D



Oh, yeah. Without a doubt. It won't take you long to figure that out. ;)

[jeny]

Hello, hello, hello. Now that you're here, we need to welcome you properly.

That is to say the third degree in the inferno.

Come on down, you're the next contestant on Nopc's "who the heck are you?"

;D

[Persephone]

Ha! I do have to warn you. Jeny is awfully tenacious. And we have this thing around here about thinking we already know every new person who shows up. Trying to figure it out is one of our favorite games. Just ask pony.

[jeny]

Ha! I do have to warn you. Jeny is awfully tenacious. And we have this thing around here about thinking we already know every new person who shows up. Trying to figure it out is one of our favorite games. Just ask pony.


Poor Pony...I'm almost convinced she's actually new. ;D

[Persephone]

Hmmmmm.....this could be quite an adventure then. Perhaps I should begin taking notes on Tileman. :)


He'd love that. ;)

[jeny]

Oh, Suth, you get an applaud for calling me "tanacious"

:-*

[Persephone]

Poor Pony...I'm almost convinced she's actually new. ;D


I'm getting there myself. ;D

[wellkeptsecrets]

Hello, hello, hello. Now that you're here, we need to welcome you properly.

That is to say the third degree in the inferno.

Come on down, you're the next contestant on Nopc's "who the heck are you?"

;D

Thank you for the proper welcome Jeny.

[jeny]

I am so 'new' I still have the brown wrapper in place. :)


well come to your very own thread down in hell and introduce us to YOU.

note: I LOVE the feature on this new format that allows you to highlight stuff and italisize and stuff...way easier.

[ponygurl]

What was I supposed to know? Forgive me.. I'm slow.

[Persephone]

What was I supposed to know? Forgive me.. I'm slow.


How long it takes us to decide new people aren't actually old people in "costume."

[ponygurl]

How long it takes us to decide new people aren't actually old people in "costume."

Oh.. ya..TM is a little more paranoid than most. ;D

[jeny]

Oh.. ya..TM is a little more paranoid than most. ;D


You have NO idea. ;D Truth be told, it's because he has about 50 screen names here. He thinks everyone does too.

[Descartes]

It has been a long long time
since I've written a happy Rhyme
I have always been too sad
thinking of things I could have had
I dreamt of the Future and the Past
but my dreams didn't seem to last
until one day I dreamt no more
For I saw what the Future had in store
Wonderfull days and nights with you
letting then my best dreams come true
the Future now I no longer fear
As long as you are always near
The feelings I have when I'm with you
Are better than any dream could do
Now I hope you understand
Why I love to hold your hand.

--Me

[ilovelucy]

Are these your poems, WKS

Regardless,

thanks--very lovely.

[Descartes]

And what . . . mine wasn't worth comment?

:'(

[ilovelucy]

Descartes--

How did I miss your poem? Many apologies and thanks for sharing it!

Please write more for us!

[Descartes]

Thanks,

I have a lot more actually, but most aren't that good. I actuall can't find most of them, and of course it's the better ones I can't find. I'm going to have to search for them. But for now here's two short ones . . .

Live each day as though your last
and You shall raise your golden mast
At your back the wind shall be
and you shall sail your chosen sea

----Me

A wise old owl lived in an oak
the more he saw the less he spoke
the less he spoke the more he learned
why can't we all be like that bird.

---Unknown

[ilovelucy]

!fresh blood alert!

go dig up those lost poems!

[sinceabout]

WHOSO list to hunt ? I know where is an hind !
But as for me, alas ! I may no more,
The vain travail hath wearied me so sore ;
I am of them that furthest come behind.

Yet may I by no means my wearied mind
Draw from the deer ; but as she fleeth afore
Fainting I follow ; I leave off therefore,
Since in a net I seek to hold the wind.

Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt
As well as I, may spend his time in vain !
And graven with diamonds in letters plain,
There is written her fair neck round about ;

' Noli me tangere ; for Cæsar's I am,
And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.'

Thomas Wyatt (most likely about Anne Boleyn)

[ilovelucy]

nice.

I admit I am a failure.
I do not know the simple meaning
Of a thing called love.
I tried to remember
Rules and sayings and such
But love was so strong
And I was a putz....

[Persephone]

Good job. :)

[Persephone]

Unpopular Wars

The ones you fight within yourself.
The ones you drag others into for no apparent reason.
The ones you don’t know you are fighting.
The ones that keep going when everyone else is happy.
The ones that force someone to think.
The ones you plan to win.

[katsrdelicious]

Unpopular Wars

The ones you fight within yourself.
The ones you drag others into for no apparent reason.
The ones you don’t know you are fighting.
The ones that keep going when everyone else is happy.
The ones that force someone to think.
The ones you plan to win.



Nothing rhymes :cwm13:

[ilovelucy]

Who cares?

[wellkeptsecrets]

Nothing rhymes :cwm13:


Doesn't have to rhyme.... just has to speak to you when you are reading it. IMO of course. 8)

[katsrdelicious]

Who cares?
Dunno, I just thought poems were suppose to rhyme. I wasn't trying to start nothing. Just looking to be educated.

[Persephone]

Dunno, I just thought poems were suppose to rhyme. I wasn't trying to start nothing. Just looking to be educated.


Rhyme is just not as popular these days as it once was...partially because people like things that sound more natural and partially because poets are lazier. :)

[ilovelucy]

Poetry does not have to follow a meter or rhyme, but there is an musicality which I think works....

A lilt. a dancing swmming and sway of words, a distillation of common experience...images and haunting verbal tales and that simple wistfulness of experience somehow that rings true.....

[Descartes]

You hath given me my pain I shall giveth back
You shall suffer my pain turning it to black
The world be gone tomorrow that ye know today
You shall suffer my pain that shall not go 'way
Evil shall prevail none of this wilt stop
Evil hath chosen me to plan this nasty plot

I will Prevail.

---Me


Poetry doesn't have to be all touchy feely either. ;D

[Persephone]

You hath given me my pain I shall giveth back
You shall suffer my pain turning it to black
The world be gone tomorrow that ye know today
You shall suffer my pain that shall not go 'way
Evil shall prevail none of this wilt stop
Evil hath chosen me to plan this nasty plot

I will Prevail.

---Me


Poetry doesn't have to be all touchy feely either. ;D





Whoa! Evil. 8)

[Descartes]

Edwin Arlington Robinson. 1869–

Richard Corey

WHENEVER Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed, 5
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich—yes, richer than a king,
And admirably schooled in every grace: 10
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, 15
Went home and put a bullet through his head.

[ponygurl]

Soul Touch

How tenderly
you have
brushed
my soul...
Allowing me
to feel
your presence
there.

Rebecca

I like this one a lot.

[ponygurl]

Thank you.

Mark Twain also said "Why do tomorrow that which you can put off until the next day". :D

[ilovelucy]

Descartes...

Did Simon and Garfunkel do a song from RICHARD COREY?

No, quite a bit of poetry is not "romantic" or sappy at all....Most of our experience in this world isn't either for that matter.... :)

[stealthy]

I just felt like saying "Piss a Goose".

It meant a lot for me to say that.

Thanks

[Descartes]

Descartes...

Did Simon and Garfunkel do a song from RICHARD COREY?

No, quite a bit of poetry is not "romantic" or sappy at all....Most of our experience in this world isn't either for that matter.... :)


Not that I know, but if you find out they did let me know. I like a lot of their stuff. Even the few songs Simon let Garfunkel do weren't bad ;D.

[LanceALott]

Mark Twain also said "Why do tomorrow that which you can put off until the next day". :D


LaL: He also said he did not trust anyone who could only spell a word one way.

[Persephone]

Crack the Sky

I cracked the sky
And all the stars fell
Into a pool
Like egg yolks.

I threw the crescent moon
Like a boomerang
But it returned
To its distance.

I pried the earth loose
From the sun
But gravity broke my lever
And the earth stayed.

So I just fixed
A star omelet
And ate the universe.
At least something worked.

Al Harris


LOL. :)

[ilovelucy]

Maybe my poetry would improve if I, too, did drugs....

[Persephone]

Just once I would like to be...
Someone special, someone important.
Not ignored or set aside or patronized.
Someone who's feelings really matter.
Not told half truths to just shut me up.
Someone who is a number one priority.
Not second, third or fourth.
Just once, I would like to be.
~unknown



Well, I've certainly felt this way a great deal of late. I figure if I wanted to be treated with respect and regard I must have chosen the wrong friends. ;)

[ilovelucy]

Just I

if I could be someone else
in this equation, not simply
this waste of human emotion,
disgard, waste,,erosive
matter..fit to kill or even master.
How lovely the sound, a single
shot, a soundless ring in the night.
some are lovetorn and betrayed,
some, are simply lonely, a bed, a sigh,
a single tear here and there.
just a sound in a simple universe
of travesty, remorse, dreams and such.
a just an only I here.
nothing more.

[Persephone]

Do I know thee?


I've been following your poetry over at EZ. I just haven't ever jumped in to make my presence known.

I've enjoyed keeping up with your poems, though.

[wellkeptsecrets]

Thank You. :-\
I'll post my more saucy ones here since EZ would probably ban my ass IF I dared post them there.
Hope you don't mind?


Post lots of them. ;D

[Persephone]

Thank You. :-\
I'll post my more saucy ones here since EZ would probably ban my ass IF I dared post them there.
Hope you don't mind?


Mind?? We might just ban your ass if you don't. ROFL. :)

[ilovelucy]

Good to see you here, too, Pack.

[ilovelucy]

:)

[LanceALott]

The rain came,
The wind blew,
The shit flew,
And we couldn't find Milky for a day or two.

[wellkeptsecrets]

What do you want from me
What lies do you wish to hear
You need more than I can give you
Can't you see I will never be near

Do you want me to go on pretending
That we will be as one
I don't think that's fair to you
I fear our love is done


I hope you can forgive me
For the hell I put you through
I never saw this coming
The end of me and you


I like this .... do you write from personal experiences... sounds like you have gone through this with someone.

[LanceALott]

SHAPE SHIFTING

Shape shift with me,
Be free,
Be
Whatever you want be.

Mind free,
Be,
Eagle or Dove,
My love.

Indian shamen,
Are magic men,
We shift our shape,
Become monkey or ape.

Be lion or snake,
Or fish in lake;
A snowflake,
Or garden rake.

You can fly too,
It can happen to you,
Be Jonathan Livingston Seagull,
Or the raging bull.

Some need peyote,
Or LSD,
Or music from CD,
But not me.

Some need a joint,
Or beer joint,
Not medicine man,
With shape shifting plan.

Go anywhere,
Wherever there’s air,
Escape prison walls,
Fly above river Falls.

Fly forward or back in time.
Doesn’t cost a dime.
Close eyes and see
You and me over the sea.

[Meshuga Mikey]

http://meshugamikey.freeservers.com/Laffs-a-lott.jpg


from the Frank Zappa LP "Apostrophe"


The mystery man came over
and he said "I'm outta sight!"
he said for a nominal service charge,
I could reach nirvana tonight.
If I was ready, willing and able
to pay him his regular fee,
he would drop all the rest of
his pressing affairs and devote
his attention to me.
But I said "Look here brother-who you
jiving with that cosmik debris?
Who you jiving with that cosmik debris?
Look here brother, don't waste your time on me."
THe mystery man got nervous
as he fidgeted around a bit,
he reached in the pocket of his mystery robe
and he whipped out a shaving kit.
Now I thought it was a razor
and a can of foaming goo,
But he told me right then when the top popped open,
there was nothin' his box won't do,
with the oil of Aphrodite, and the dust of the Grand Wazoo.
He said "You might not believe this, little fella,
but it'll cure your asthma too."
But I said "Look here brother-who you
jiving with that cosmik debris?
Now what kind of a guru are you?
Look here brother, don't waste your time on me."
"I've got troubles of my own", I said
"and you can't help me out,
so take your medications and your preparations
and ram it up your snout!"
"But I got the crystal ball", he said
and held it to the light,
So I snatched it all away from him,
and I showed him how to do it right.
I wrapped a newspaper 'round my head,
so I looked like I was deep,
I said some mumbo-jumbo,
then I told him he was going to sleep.
I robbed his rings and pocketwatch,
and everything else I found,
I had that sucker hypnotized,
he couldn't even make a sound.
I proceeded to tell him his future;
then, as long as he was hanging around
I said "The price of meat has just gone up,
and your old lady has just gone down!"
And I said "Look here brother-who you
jiving with that cosmik debris?
Now is that a real poncho or a Sears poncho?
Don't you know, you could make more money as a butcher?
Don't waste your time on me."

[wellkeptsecrets]

When did you write these?

[jeny]

AND vice-versa
I am a selfish pig. :(


well, I won't lie, that is true...

BUT, there is redemption, if you want it, if you ask for it.

Tell me about your wife.

[tileman]

You A-R-E soooo sensitive.


ROTFLMFAO.... ;D

[ponygurl]

::)
The Bn obssession for NorNec continues.. propose and get it over with.

[Persephone]

::)
The Bn obssession for NorNec continues.. propose and get it over with.


But if you do it here, write a poem about it. Nori and his unrequited passion are cluttering up the place. >:(

[tileman]

But if you do it here, write a poem about it. Nori and his unrequited passion are cluttering up the place. >:(


His last reply was semi-poetry in motion... ;D

Packer.... a couple of them I really liked...nice job. Nobody knows your situation but you.....and your life is all ya got.
Though the intentions of those sheltered from grief might be good, empathy comes from experience.
The right thing in your situation isn't likely to be covered by blanket statements from those in another...
Your stuff's out of chronological order or you need help though dude.... ;D (I suspect the former to be the case btw.. ;) )

[ilovelucy]

Thanks for the encouragement, Pack.

Keep writing, sweetheart!

[ilovelucy]

pretty good for off the cuff, if I do say so myself.... ;)

You need to get your poetry to some songwriting outfits...they are lyrics waiting for a melody..... :)

[wellkeptsecrets]

Nice to see you back again today. :)

[CaptainKirk]

There was a young man from Ma Dras
Who had 2 nuts made of brass,
When he rubbed them together,
They played stormy weather,
An lightnin' shot out of his ass :D :D :D

[Meshuga Mikey]

There was a young man from Ma Dras
Who had 2 nuts made of brass,
When he rubbed them together,
They played stormy weather,
An lightnin' shot out of his ass :D :D :D


::)

that reads like something MY UNCLE wouldnt have "written" in 1945!!!!!! :o Happy Deja Vu

[ilovelucy]

limericks are so great!

thanks!

[ilovelucy]

Pack.

Thanks for the latest...

move through this thing and then let it go....

and keep writing....

[wellkeptsecrets]

Thank you for sharing PF... I agree with Lucy... keep writing. :)

[ilovelucy]

It's getting better, pack...

You are a poet.

[Persephone]

Everything that I do
And all that I say
Should be deleted sometime
I always ruin your day

I should shut my mouth
Never speak again
I only find trouble
With words my friend

Is silence golden
Should I slip from view
Were is life going
When I don't have you



Just quoting this one to save it for posterity just in case you decide to clean house again. ;)

And I disagree, btw...you words should not be deleted. I know we've quite enjoyed them around here.

[ilovelucy]

Pack, like Suth and others here, we relate to you.

Because, we all have our own pain to bear....that is part of the program.

life.

bitch, isn't it sometimes?

And we all seek a way to work through all of what we have to put up with...in various ways...

I find poetry one of the more redeeming ways, myself...

I could be wrong.

Y'all keep writing.

Chorus: My Sharona,, never give it up....



Poems ar for pussies.....Hi BN.


That's the most hilarious post you've ever given us.

Back to your coma now. You are excused.

[ilovelucy]

Nornec.

I don't mind what you personally feel about poetry, darling...Perhaps you would like to try a limerick?

[ilovelucy]

why talk about love
or whether or not my tits surpass
the test of the tits in the past
or whether or not I do as well strung up
and in other figurations...
because that is not love
and will never be
and when you talk down to me
you are not talking love
and when you compare me
you are not talking love
and when you look beyond me
in a crowded space to see whose lovely face
you can embrace eye to eye
and who cares
what they see beyond
what you see in me
we are not talking love....at all.
darling.

[ilovelucy]

just an experiment,mind you..to try to show that poetry is not just for so-called wussies....

One can write from one's inner feelings regardless....

[wellkeptsecrets]

Welcome to the real world lucy!
ALL men are scum and you figured it out.
Congrats..... :-*


I disagree... not ALL men are scum. ::)

[wendy]

Just badnews.....

[wellkeptsecrets]

Just badnews.....


I'd never noticed. ;D

[wellkeptsecrets]

Hey Packer... good to see you back and posting again. Nice poem.

[wellkeptsecrets]

Yeah when I lose everything I own maybe I can sell it and make fifty cents......... :'(
Thanks btw :-[


Sorry to hear things are going so badly for you.

[ilovelucy]

pack..

good to see you writing...hmmmm.lawyer poems....i might add a couple, although my lawyer at the moment is a terrific guy!

by the way, the sassy poem about men was rather a departure for me...just for fun. fortunately it was inspired by by ex-husband! ;D

I'd like to sue you for the misery of reading your poems. I forget? are you male or female?


ROFL!! Heartless prick! I see the lessons are paying off, huh?

[ilovelucy]

Nornec...

No one is forcing you to read anything....your choice.

Wouldn't be much of a suit...

What's the angst about anyway?

[ilovelucy]

not much of a choice, pack...

[ilovelucy]

Then, I invite you to write here, yourself....We all have something to contribute.

Really, I mean this.

lucy

[ilovelucy]

the "up close and personal" poem du jour....

not exactly the way to "win friends and influence people", but how about something about your own life?

how about something about your own life?


That was, babe. :)

[ilovelucy]

baby dawg....

[ilovelucy]

Were you in an accident, too, Nornec?

Were you in an accident, too, Nornec?


He WAS "the accident."

Living proof that abortion should be forever legal.

[ilovelucy]

Celine Dion, the youngest of 14 or so children, was slated to be an abortion, too, but her mother refused...

Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose....

[Persephone]

Take it to another thread, guys. This one is for poetry.

Take it to another thread, guys. This one is for poetry.


Party pooper.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!

A Poem...by Badnews ;D

[ilovelucy]

I am not here to critique poetry, per se...Otherwise, I wouldn't feel free to write here myself.

This board isn't about good poetry, in my mind, as it is about simply the willingness to try to write a verse or too.

Karaoke comes to mind. A lot of people who can't sing like a pro love to go out and have a couple of beers and do renditions of favorite songs. Are they not entitled to enjoy singing just because they don't sing POWER OF LOVE as well as Celine?

Worst Poem of all Time:

The Tay Bridge Disaster

Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay!
Alas! I am very sorry to say
That ninety lives have been taken away
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember'd for a very long time.

'Twas about seven o'clock at night,
And the wind it blew with all its might,
And the rain came pouring down,
And the dark clods seem'd to frown,
And the Demon of the air seem'd to say --
“I'll blow down the Bridge of Tay.”

When the train left Edinburgh
The passengers' hearts were light and felt no sorrow,
But Boreas blew a terrific gale,
Which made their hearts for to quail,
And many of the passengers with fear did say --
“I hope God will send us safe across the Bridge of Tay.”

But when the train came near to Wormit Bay,
Boreas he did loud and angry bray,
And shook the central girders of the Bridge of Tay
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember'd for a very long time.

So the train sped on with all its might,
And Bonnie Dundee soon hove in sight,
And the passengers' hearts felt light,
Thinking they would enjoy themselves on the New Year,
With their friends at home they lov'd most dear,
And wish them all a happy New Year.

So the train mov'd slowly along the Bridge of Tay,
Until it was about midway,
Then the central girders with a crash gave way,
And down went the train and passengers into the Tay!
The Storm Fiend did loudly bray,
Because ninety lives had been taken away,
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember'd for a very long time.

As soon as the catastrophe came to be known
The alarm from mouth to mouth was blown,
And the cry rang out all o'er the town,
Good Heavens! the Tay Bridge is blown down,
And a passenger train from Edinburgh,
Which fill'd all the people's hearts with sorrow,
And made them for to turn pale,
Because none of the passengers were sav'd to tell the tale
How the disaster happen'd on the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember'd for a very long time.

It must have been an awful sight,
To witness in the dusky moonlight,
While the Storm Fiend did laugh, and angry did bray,
Along the Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay,
Oh! ill-fated Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay,
I must now conclude my lay
By telling the world fearlessly without the least dismay,
That your central girders would not have given way,
At least many sensible men do say,
Had they been supported on each side with buttresses,
At least many sensible men confesses,
For the stronger we our houses do build,
The less chance we have of being killed.
--William Topaz McGonagall

[ilovelucy]

I've written a lot worse.... ;D

100 Worst Haikus of All Time...

http://www.alltooflat.com/serious/poetry/haiku4.html

my personal favorite

7. Do these make me look fat?
Bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch
Blah blah blah bitch bitch bitch bitch.
That's how my girl sounds

[ilovelucy]

lol

Reminds me of a routine by some famous comedianne I once saw about women in a dept. store dressing room trying on clothes....one lady says to another, "Does this make me look fat?" The other says, "Honey, you IS fat!"

More incredibly BAD Haiku...not for the squeamish...this stuff sucks!!

http://www.punkwalrus.com/cybertusk/badhaiku.html

[ilovelucy]

Don't you just love the human mind?

I thought some of this stuff was priceless!!!!

[ilovelucy]

wanna share? ;D

[Persephone]

author-NorNec
My last post before I get banned....... 8)

Asshole you don't pay attention as well as you pretend to and your last verse needs some work.
Who better to help your lazy ass than me. ::)

Life is sad
and we all agree,
You are just a loser.
Just like me

That is much better loser, don't you think? ;D


What do you plan to do to get banned? You'll have to work at it, but I'm sure if you try hard enough it can be done. ;)

[Persephone]

You talken to me? You talken to Me?

or is it the pansy with poetry?


It rhymes, honey, but it's not your best work. Start your own thread if you just want to spew at people. This one is for poetry.

[wendy]

Nornec....

knock it off.

[NorNec]

Wonderful: by NorNec

It is a wonderful world,
children laughing, wanting to twirl.
Singing songs of silliness
an open mind not corrupt.

Grow up, grow fast,
never let those people
do whatthey want to you
If only so many understood.

It would be a wonderful world
but it is corrupted by
people that want it thier way.
No room to sway.

Sad, but life goes on
only to find each other as childhood friends
fighting over silly things
Adults? I doubt it.
Sellfish, yes.

[NorNec]

It rhymes, honey, but it's not your best work. Start your own thread if you just want to spew at people. This one is for poetry.



Define Poetry.

[NorNec]

Define Poetry.
??? >:( ;D

[Satan]

??? >:( ;D


No, that's 'performance art'.

[ilovelucy]

Marigolds



He rarely sat
for long; moving
with the same
quick strokes
of his paintbrush
a counterpoint
in sync
with each of us,
a shared rhythm.

This wild passion.
Hardly common
among us,
expressed within
bold canvasses:
flowers, birds, bridges.
Ancient oaks
and old rocking homes.

As children,
we followed
stabs of color
syncopated with laughter.
His charm, a piper.
His eye, the flute.

A leaf was
beyond green
one hundred shades
in the variation;
insinuations of vermillion,
a chorus of blues
and yellows,
gestures of light
returning,
becoming
green.

I remember his marigolds best.

[NorNec]

No, that's 'performance art'.



8) ??? :-X performance art is when a poet actually does something. :P

[Satan]

8) ??? :-X performance art is when a poet actually does something. :P


Like, uh...make faces, maybe? Nevermind... ::)

Anybody got an extra sense of humor they could sell NorNec here? Hell, I'll pay for it.

[Satan]

Like you would know......... ::)


All right now. There's already a thread for this in the Inferno.

[ilovelucy]

and now we return to our regularly scheduled program....

[ilovelucy]

A Quandary Maybe Some Will Understand

The child is missing a foot. A mangled stump,
And she is being carried.

The child.

Missing
A foot, I should add.

Carried.

She is clearly dead.

And I, living in a root of torn
Society and what shall we have
For breakfast, you know
The conversation so well.

The child, with such tenderness
In her eyes. No sign of pain.
Is missing her leg and heart
And laughter.

She will not be wanting breakfast.

[Satan]

A Quandary Maybe Some Will Understand

The child is missing a foot. A mangled stump,
And she is being carried.

The child.

Missing
A foot, I should add.

Carried.

She is clearly dead.

And I, living in a root of torn
Society and what shall we have
For breakfast, you know
The conversation so well.

The child, with such tenderness
In her eyes. No sign of pain.
Is missing her leg and heart
And laughter.

She will not be wanting breakfast.


Damn...

Just damn.

:-\

[Persephone]

A Quandary Maybe Some Will Understand

The child is missing a foot. A mangled stump,
And she is being carried.

The child.

Missing
A foot, I should add.

Carried.

She is clearly dead.

And I, living in a root of torn
Society and what shall we have
For breakfast, you know
The conversation so well.

The child, with such tenderness
In her eyes. No sign of pain.
Is missing her leg and heart
And laughter.

She will not be wanting breakfast.


Good job, luc. Very striking.

[ilovelucy]

Thank you for your responses, Sky and Suth....

This poem, inspired by a photo from the war, grieves me so....


God help us.

[Satan]

16 My son, let tears fall down over the dead, and begin to lament, as if thou hadst suffered great harm thyself; and then cover his body according to the custom, and neglect not his burial.

17 Weep bitterly, and make great moan, and use lamentation, as he is worthy, and that a day or two, lest thou be evil spoken of: and then comfort thyself for thy heaviness.

18 For of heaviness cometh death, and the heaviness of the heart breaketh strength.

19 In affliction also sorrow remaineth: and the life of the poor is the curse of the heart.

20 Take no heaviness to heart: drive it away, and member the last end.

21 Forget it not, for there is no turning again: thou shalt not do him good, but hurt thyself.

22 Remember my judgment: for thine also shall be so; yesterday for me, and to day for thee.

23 When the dead is at rest, let his remembrance rest; and be comforted for him, when his Spirit is departed from him.

The Wisdom of Sirach (http://etext.virginia.edu/etcbin/kjv2www?specfile=/texts/english/religion/kjv/kjv-pub.o2w&act=text&offset=5946467&textreg=0&query=de ad)

[ilovelucy]

:'(

Those who have lost their lives for this freedom, if indeed it is for freedom, should be remembered....aye, should we forget would be a travesty....

[ilovelucy]

Thanks Sky.

You most often know just what to say....

[Satan]

Those who have lost their lives for this freedom, if indeed it is for freedom, should be remembered....aye, should we forget would be a travesty....

I agree that we should never forget. But the grieving must stop...eventually.

[Satan]

Thanks Sky.

You most often know just what to say....


Well, I usually know what somebody else said, anyway... ;)

[ilovelucy]

:)

[Descartes]

On a lighter note:


A poem by me:


This is where the dead man spoke
He was here when I woke
I can not repeat just what he said
As he stood by the foot of my bed
There was pain and fear in his eyes
Now he suffers for all his lies
This poor wandering soul stands by me
Wanting me to set him free.

I gave him comfort as best I could
not knowing if I should
I asked him if he'd like a smoke
This is when the dead man spoke.
What he said I cannot say
It haunts me now to this very day
After he spoke he left my room
Knowing that I would follow soon.

[Descartes]

or how about this . . .

I wish to eat no more
It is to me a senseless chore
Why must I eat to stop my hunger
Still it is I grow no younger
Time goes on I still grow old
and oh so soon my food is cold
Sweet or Sour Cold or Hot
Comfort or Pleasure it brings me not
It only makes me sick and makes me squirm
what from this am I to learn
I'll learn a way to transcend this pain
and soon I'll never have to eat again.

[ilovelucy]

nice sense of irony....

[Satan]

That's not poetry. There's too many rhymes. ::)

;D

[ilovelucy]

REQUIEM

Let me tell of a night once said
The hounds of war did wake the dead
And raised of the sound of fear and dread
And then, the quiet so still it bled
Of untold horrors, lies which fed
A multitude.

They danced, they played the tune.
They read the news, they bought its rune
Which forcast all was sad and gloom,
They could not see the death which loomed,
Before them, ah, the glistened tomb,
The heralders did plan for man's sure doom.

In a land once ever was, and never was,
But thought there was, a happier land
There never was, but men were blinded
By the true "was" there was. How cruel,
To bind those people such, to lie, to steal,
To give a crutch to those so free to walk,
To see, how sad they did not remain free.

The world was theirs. And they did care,
They triumphed with a certain air,
Of dignity, of constitutional grace,
How easily one is led to disgrace,
Loss of honor, loss of creed,
Loss of memory and rights decreed,
By living words of fathers passed.
They forgot all wisdom. They sold their ass
To politics and greed and money.
To security and life so phoney,
The looks, the sounds, the bells, the tune
Of restless suns and starstruck moons. (apologies to Eliot)


There, in a future place to come.
There will be talk of a long past kingdom.
Freedom shone, one short brief spark.

A few, gave much, gave all....

It was a lark.



(to the patriots...)

[ilovelucy]

You belittle yourself too much...

welcome back...

[wellkeptsecrets]

That's because I'm an idiot. 8)



You made a mistake... move on. Tearing yourself down doesn't accomplish anything.

[ilovelucy]

Jerusalem


No one thought to conquer these hills.
A century or so left them,
unspoiled....the sparse grass, the small animals
were left to fend for themselves.

Jerusalem now cries and its answers
whispered among the stones and remnants\
of long gone marketplaces, now sprung with
beadseekers and those who paint pictures by
number and the headhunters who bargain
for fighters in the dark of its slumber,
in the corner of its pathways,
in the doorways which shut before dark.

Jerusalem.

You cry and some may heed this.
In your dark spaces, you render your solitude
sheltered for an age gone by...

Who hears your voices?

(this may be the beginning of a longer poem...hmmmm)

[NorNec]

That's because I'm an idiot. 8)



Thats exactly what I would write....if I could post here.

[ilovelucy]

"if"??

Honey, you are posting here...

Try writing a decent poem..I think you have it in you to do this.. :)

[Satan]

'Norbabe'?

Glad to see that the two of you have patched things up.

[ilovelucy]

I've been here before...

Thanks, sweetheart.

Very sincere poem.

[ilovelucy]

The questions that surround you
As you search within your heart
Don't let your blindness deceive you
Or it will tear your world apart

Through all the hatred and lies
We all must absorb lifes' fate
It is hard to show you any love
When your heart is filled with hate

It's time to look forward now
Take heed on all that is good
Throw away all your childhood fears
Live life as you know you should

The chains of misery and sorrow
Are only made of paper and glue
It's time we all moved along now
In the end it will be better for you



yes.

[ilovelucy]

SEX

What it is and what it isn't
What it has and what it doesn't
What is means and what it doesn't
What is has and who doesn't have it,
What it can and what it can't.
What it should and what it shouldn't.
What it is....

[ilovelucy]

;D

There a lot of women who are looking back as well.... :)

ah,

what we endure in the name of love....

[ilovelucy]

Rebecca,

keep writing!!!

[ilovelucy]

Sometimes we do tweak each other's poems and help make them better! That is great!

My professors in college practically wrung my nose over some poems I was writing...I was an exasperation to be sure....

I just wrote Pack a note. Talk about it and let me know if you need any further info....

love,

lucy

ps I urge you to read classic poetry--all of us gain from this....who do you like as a poet?

[ilovelucy]

NOT A STRANGER

You know me.
I am not a stranger.
I visit from time to time between trains
Open the refrigerator just to see
How you shop.

I am the one who redecorates your life,
The one bearing dough-nuts and the mop
Who graces your windowsill with flowers
And smothers you in quilts
Of satisfaction.

I am the pause on the record,
The one standing silently behind you
In a photograph. I answer
The distance behind your door.

I am the truth in every lover's lie,
The one who packs my bags,
Feeds the geraniums and the cats.
One last time and quietly locks
The door behind me when I go.

[ilovelucy]

You can.

I write in "lucy" language and you write in "Pack.'

just keep writing and let language form halos around your head....

[ilovelucy]

You're getting better already! :)

[wellkeptsecrets]

You're joking, right?


I don't think she was Packer. Accept the words of encouragement and keep writing as she suggests. :)

[ilovelucy]

as a matter of fact I am not--you moved from the personal to a more universal theme in this last poem...

[ilovelucy]

Well, yes. I see your point--nature poetry might be considered more universal in one sense as it tends to be more "objectified" and less emotional....imo.

The tone of this last poem seemed more "universal"-- more "you" directed than "me." Someone recently told me that when one writes about the "you" rather than the "me", that is the beginning of writing true poetry....

[ilovelucy]

If you so desire.

[wellkeptsecrets]

IF I have to. :D


It will be good for your soul to write. :)

[ilovelucy]

You need a digital mic.

[ilovelucy]

Why, what do you dislike about your voice?

(y'all are simply bound and determined to keep me up past my bedtime, I see ;D)

[wellkeptsecrets]

Writing is 'therapy' Packer. You need to stop thinking so negatively and use your energies more creatively. ;)

[ilovelucy]

WKS. so true!

Pack I know what you mean about the voice thing. I sound like a six-year old with a lisp....

[wellkeptsecrets]

I sound like I am talking with my mouth full of marbles.
Now go to bed dear. :-*


I like my voice and my laugh. Perhaps I am strange though. :)

[ilovelucy]

goodnight y'all... :)

[wellkeptsecrets]

goodnight y'all... :)


Bonne nuit, Lucy. Thank you for your expressions of love today.

[wellkeptsecrets]

Let's not even discuss my stupid laugh.

Stupid question time.

Do you like your voice on tape? Or just the way you hear it as you talk. Because what I hear on tape and what my ears hear are totally different. My wife says they both sound identical. That thought makes me cringe.

This message will delete in 30 seconds........ 8)


My voice on tape sounds different than how I hear myself but it doesn't bother me. I think my voice is pleasant... but like I said earlier perhaps I am just a tad bit strange. I love to laugh and I don't think I have an irritating laugh although sometimes when I am laughing really hard I snort. So I'm not perfect. ;D

He's so cheap
he'd sell
A rat's asshole
to a blind man
for a wedding ring.

[Persephone]

He's so cheap
he'd sell
A rat's asshole
to a blind man
for a wedding ring.


Oh, yeah...that's poetry, baby. Right from the heart.

[wellkeptsecrets]

He's so cheap
he'd sell
A rat's asshole
to a blind man
for a wedding ring.


Ahhhh.... Brautigan. He had such a way with words. 8)

[ilovelucy]

Any guesses as to why he committed suicide. He is what I call "disturbing", but in a rather dauntless way....

There is a pathos about him, like someone who has lost too much love along the way and doesn't know how to retrieve himself....

just my thoughts...

[wellkeptsecrets]

Anyone I know? ::)


Yes, why did you delete it?

[wellkeptsecrets]

It? ???


The poem about your daughter. It was there right before the one Badnews posted.

[wellkeptsecrets]

It needed work.
IMHO


Well I hope you post it again once you have it the way you like it. It reminded me of my own relationship with my father when I was a child. Never quite meshing. :-\

[ilovelucy]

I look forward to reading the revision.... :)

[wellkeptsecrets]

I will do my best to repost it.


Thank you... if you don't feel you want to repost it you could always send the revision via IM. :)

[wellkeptsecrets]

Lucy did you even get to read the original?

Trust me it wasn't very good. :o


I got to read it and was disappointed when I returned to look at it again and it was GONE. Do you think people don't notice things around here? ;D

[wellkeptsecrets]

*um* :-X
You are very sweet.

I really don't know who notices what exactly. Except I did notice that badnews had a far better poem than me.

Hey if you read it, it should still be on your hard drive.
See you are still in luck. :)


Bad didn't write that poem. It was by a dead poet named Richard Brautigan. Although I imagine that if Bad did write poetry it would be similar to Brautigan. ;D

[ilovelucy]

My best friend lost one of her "beautiful" boys from cancer when he was ten. This reminds me so much of her and her son, Tate....

makes me a bit teary....

[ilovelucy]

Random Affair


You were just a hair short
of my wanting
something
I could not attain beyond your
fairness. And the certainty of your
absolutes. God, you had clarity.
I spoke round wheels and little dice
pegged to cheat me
of a fortune. I leaned against
your elbows and wished
for time to extend beyond our
midnight allottment. We dined
and ate some kind of fish
which grabbed at my sides
until you gathered your clothes
and went home.

[ilovelucy]

this is different!

[ilovelucy]

good and getting better.....

[ilovelucy]

We all want to get better. :)

Did you like my last one?

OKay, I have an idea....

Add more visuals to your poetry. You have the feelings. How about images, as jarring as you like, to go with the feelings....

just curious what you might try.

[ilovelucy]

Could be Silence


I do not remember now the onset,
Or when I could remember what a bird
Sang. I look at them in their perches,
Their sad faces and the gullet shown.

But I, whose everyday noise is a silencer.
As if perpectually walking in snow.
I speed up the volume anticipating the upper
High A in Madame Butterfly. Thinking I might
Have heard, half faking through memory
Out of love and sheer comtempt.

My daughter yells. And the dog knows now
To carry a certain pitch. I will remember the F sharps
And the D minor chords most.

And the rain pours.

[wellkeptsecrets]

Any guesses as to why he committed suicide. He is what I call "disturbing", but in a rather dauntless way....

There is a pathos about him, like someone who has lost too much love along the way and doesn't know how to retrieve himself....

just my thoughts...


He came to the end of himself.

[ilovelucy]

What a tragic feeling.....when one never knows what is right around the corner or who might up and fall in love with you and you love them back, etc..... :(

[wellkeptsecrets]

What a tragic feeling.....when one never knows what is right around the corner or who might up and fall in love with you and you love them back, etc..... :(


This is true Lucy. Makes me wonder how long he may have gone without having someone say, 'I love you'. Perhaps he felt unloveable.

[ilovelucy]

That would be sad...

ON the other hand he may have received his tax bill from the IRS....

People commit suicide for so many reasons....

[ilovelucy]

Dear God that story made me cry! :( >:(

[wellkeptsecrets]

Dear God that story made me cry! :( >:(




Lucy, I'm sorry to have brought tears to your eyes. :-*

Sometimes our souls can't take what life delivers to our doorsteps and we come to the end of ourselves. My friend couldn't wait for that next corner... she gave up too soon. But as I have thought about this over the years I realize that what is around the corner could be even worse than what we are going through now. We have to dig deep and find our inner strength and trust we can make it to the top of the mountain before us. We can.

[ilovelucy]

You are dear.

Goodnight and sleep well....

[wellkeptsecrets]

You are dear.

Goodnight and sleep well....


Sleep deep and dream well, Lucy. You are the dear one.

[ilovelucy]

:-*

No More Tears To Cry
by Pamela


a year and a half
since that cold day in January
yet I still remember it like it was yesterday
(I guess to me it always will be )

rain poured down as if it desperately needed to rid itself of all moisture
as if the clouds felt that they had to ring out all the water that night

that very night
or else the world would come to a drastic end

to me that "end" seemed to come anyway

the streets were pools of water
cars spinning out of control
she never had a chance to grow up

fifteen
she was merely fifteen

too young to experience life on her own
yet too old to have it spoon-fed to her

she wanted to be independent
a rebel
she wanted to say that she had done it without her parents ever knowing
but they found out

2:00 AM
knock on the door
"I'm sorry ma'am"
was the first words out of his mouth
"your daughter was killed tonight in a car accident"
the world came to a halting stop and yet the room still managed to
continue to spin

"you don't know what you are talking about"
"my baby . . . my baby, she's upstairs sleeping"

frantically she ran up the stairs
she was gone
no where to be found

its over

she was identified

it was really her

a best friend to so many . . . her life stolen away

I heard the next day

full of disbelief I acted as if I never heard the words

"lies . . . our school is so full of lies . . . its only a nasty rumor, you know how
that is"
was my reply to the news that soon became a reality to me shortly after

I saw her

lying . . . still
no movement
although I could have sworn that at any moment she was just going to rise
up out of the baby blue bed that she rested in and bring peace to a room
full of grief

it didn't even look like her

it wasn't her

too long I glared at her
questions running through my mind like a freight train at a speed to fast
to comprehend

"God, she was just a child. How could a life so young, be stolen so
quickly? "

no reply

I got infuriated with Him
she was a good kid
just made a few bad choices
I never thought they were severe enough to be punishable by death

the next day
as I witnessed the casket that held the breathless
body of my dear friend
be lowered into the earth

tears poured down my cheeks like rain out of heaven

it was so cold that day
I could feel the salty droplets dry hard on my
face

fifteen degrees

I wondered for so long about the life of my friend
I pondered this question so many times

why shall the innocent die, while the murderers run free?

how come she never got to fulfill the "perfect"
plan that we are all promised?

it has taken me this year and a half to understand the loss of my friend
it has taken me this long to realize that her
plan was played out

it is all summed up in this one word that often brings shutters to the
bones of so many

"lessons"

her death was a lesson to all that she left behind life is fragile
there is no way that we can control who lives and dies
all we can do is have faith that we will get through it

good and bad are obvious and sometimes not so obvious

right and wrong choices can determine life or death

so it's time for us to wake up
mourn no more
for time will heal our broken hearts

and one day
there will be no more tears to cry

A Reminder To A Friend:

Slow Tears
by Martini


I look up
as a tear rolls slowly
down my cheek
I think about better days
and wonder if I'll feel that way again
you look at me
with those eyes I know so well
always serious, so deep and insightful
as though you're always in control
But not today
not now
Now you look so scared
like for once you don't have the answer
I gaze at you
looking deep into those hazel eyes
Hoping to understand
why you've said those things you did
I wonder for a moment
if this is all a dream
if I shall wake in the morning
and be relieved
you look at me
with a confusion I have never seen
slowly pull me towards you
and wipe the tears from my cheek

Have I Ever
by Ravenz23
Have I ever told you
that if I sit really still and silent,
sometimes. I like to think
I can hear your heart beating
in time with mine?

Have I ever told you
that when I watch you speak to me
through lines and cords,
and bytes and ram,
I imagine
your voice,
whispering into my ear?

Have I ever told you
that I wait out each day
in anticipation,
wanting
only an hour or two,
just a second in space and time,
to feel close to you?

Have I ever told you
that there has been times,
when I ached for you,
ached for you so badly,
that the emotions overwhelmed me..
and so I sat and cried?

Have I ever told you
that sometimes,
I will reach out,
touching your name
on this cold screen before me,
wishing
I could reach in
and pull you to me?

Have I ever told you
that after the first time I heard
the sound of your voice,
thousands of miles away,
I sat up all night,
turning the conversation over and over
in my mind,
examining it,
like some newly discovered species of flower?

Have I ever told you
that I would give everything up,
just for one night
to be able to lay near you,
to feel your chest rise and fall
with each breath you take,
just to know that you are real?

Have I ever told you
that I dream of you often,
I dream of you reaching out
and touching my hand,
simply to let me know
that you are there,
and everything is okay?

Have I ever told you,
have I still yet to tell you . . .
that I love you?

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Misunderstanding
by Adrienne Alexandrea




why do you pretend like
I don't matter to you
when you're all that
matters to me?





A personal favorite. Thanks. :)

[wellkeptsecrets]

A personal favorite. Thanks. :)


One of mine too... since 8/31/2001. :)

One of mine too... since 8/31/2001. :)


;D

By any chance, would you have 18 words or 13 words to forever?

[wellkeptsecrets]

;D

By any chance, would you have 18 words or 13 words to forever?


No, I don't think I've ever seen that particular one.

No, I don't think I've ever seen that particular one.


Yes you have. We discussed it for over two months. You just don't know what I'm talking about via the "title."

[wellkeptsecrets]

Yes you have. We discussed it for over two months. You just don't know what I'm talking about via the "title."


Perhaps you can prompt my memory.

Perhaps you can prompt my memory.


Sorry. You're the one that keeps the smallest things of importance.

I am still searching for the word that says something and everything with just a glance.

[wellkeptsecrets]

Sorry. You're the one that keeps the smallest things of importance.

I am still searching for the word that says something and everything with just a glance.


Well there was a slight glimmer of remembrance lurking in the dark corners of my mind. If we discussed it for two months then surely you can come up with something to help me find the right key that will open the memory. ;D

And I am still searching for that word as well.

[ilovelucy]

the word...?

how about remembrance.

[wellkeptsecrets]

the word...?

how about remembrance.


That's not it Lucy. It was a foreign word that Bad and I knew once but can't recall. ???