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Posted: 11/26/2006 3:03:52 PM |
such a beautiful poet
her voice is well heard
but wanna be not
that sounds absurd
certainly welcome
where ever I post
did I miss something
miss butterfly host
thank you so much for your care and concern
tis my ego at the time that I let get burned
poets are a breath of fresh air
beautiful words, intense as they dare
even us woman, beautiful as we are
get sensitive at times, when challenged from afar.
POF has been great, I have gained so much
making new friends to whom I definitely want to keep in touch! | |
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Posted: 11/26/2006 3:05:44 PM | ~~~Bubblez~~~ you know I so enjoy your writings....we have lots of fun in some of those poetry games....thank you for your kind words ..... | |
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Posted: 11/27/2006 12:16:34 AM | Greetings Sthrnbuttrfly. Good to see you've got your own challet.
Macewen said much of what I wanted to.
I'm glad you share a love of the craft, Sthrn. Make no mistake, it is a craft. It is not something mastered easily, if ever. I hate what I write seconds after writing it. Always. Well, perhaps the odd time some line falls off my pen that is so well done I know it was more just a lucky random jostling of synapses than anything I laboured (yes, laboured--complete with deep breathing, swearing, sweating, squeezing, etc) over.
I have written for a long time, and been formaly trained. It doesn't make writing easier, it just makes me more suspicious of what I write.
If I listened to every narrow-minded critic in my past I wouldn't ever have put pen to paper. Something in me was just too ornery for that and I opted instead to eviscerate them with words. Just love that word: eviscerate. So rarely does one get to use it.
Writers write. At first badly--but that doesn't matter. We all start like that. Writers are tenacious. Like that annoying football sized dog next door. Yap yap yap yap yap. *kick--forty yard field goal!* Yap yap yap yap yap. *McGregor has the ball, it's dropped--Oh GOD that's a rough skirmish; poor ball getting crushed and mangled all over* Yap yap yap yap yap.
I don't know how other poets or writers muse. Personally I start with a feeling, a scene, a line that pleases me, a profundity perhaps intriguing, somewhere on the edges of my mind. Then I brood on it. Visualize the place where that poem is. Taste it like a wine, and not always a nice one either. I churn it around, look at it from different angles. Hold it upside down and see what words fall out. Then comes the labour. Organizing the words, adding here, trimming there. Perhaps couching the words in some vague semblance of meter or ryhme.
I don't think I've ever written a poem I've liked. If that helps at all :) But I know the moment was cathartic for me. Helped me jangle some thought or other around until I finally was able to deliver it up, all neat and cute in a soft-blue blanket. Typically the bundle of joy looks nothing like the kicking screaming spawn of satan that I wrestled with. I often walk away from writing a poem with marks and bruises. Little monsters. But that's just me: I like it rough. Bein' a savage 'n all.
I'll contribute later, but just wanted to put all that out. Don't sweat the meanies, Sthrn. You write, and that's all that counts. Trust me, you'll be your own worst critic one day. Oh yes you will. May all the Saints be there to help you when that day comes.
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Posted: 11/27/2006 7:07:29 AM | To turn away the engraved frown.....
sharing secret smiles, heaven bound.
butterfly kisses, gentle and sweet
dancin' away on our own two feet.
delirious laughter, insanity we reach
mindless souls, hearts are breached.
caring not of heaven or hell
whispering nothings, I'll never tell.
Stole that from the last line game....LOL I like it....it's mine of course... | |
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Posted: 11/27/2006 7:14:10 AM | Hiya...
If you want to have some real fun, try making up your own words to throw in a poem - ie. the sound scissors make when cutting - shhcutt :) | |
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Posted: 11/27/2006 7:27:10 AM |  Great idea mac....will trying it sometime...u mean like the keys on the computer when ur typing....clackerwrite? | |
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Posted: 11/28/2006 1:30:50 AM | Savage is as Savage was...and we all are savages at some point in time....Thanks SS....  | |
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Posted: 11/28/2006 2:44:08 AM | Restless night....can't sleep
the not knowing is driving me insane.
I turn it over, only to take it back
where is my faith
my optimism
my trust
is not here.
I went in expecting to work
only to find someone else
is there to take my place.
no phone calls
no write ups
just a few blank faces and
I dont knows...
I call the big man
awake him from his sleep
he wont say a word,
not a single peep.
No one called you from
the big guy downtown...
NO, i reply...whats going down
I can't tell you,
you have to talk to them
Click.
What the fvck...
I look over the past few months
reviewing my perfomance
of a job well done
havnt been late
havnt missed a day
worked lots of overtime
came in on days off
to cover someone else's ass
so what gives?
Have to wait till 8 am
Its 445 right now.
God...the waiting, the worry
the what ifs...
driving me insane...
wont know a damn thing till morning.
wish i was still drinking
then I wouldnt feel
scared of the anser
all doubts set aside
I don't deserve this
what happened to respect
big guy knew since 8 am yesterday
yet no one told me
when I came in at 11...
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Posted: 11/28/2006 5:43:04 AM | That sucks Sthrn. Keep in mind: you are larger than any job. By your own admission you're a hell of a good worker: dedicated, conscientious, reliable. Any decent place would be glad to take you on. That this company may not reflects more on their inability to value their employees. Course, maybe they're promoting you for all I know.
Meh, been where you are... HATE it. Least you've got friends here :)
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Posted: 11/28/2006 7:57:47 AM | the truth will out
the truth will out!
from out the dragons smoking snout!
there etched upon its gleaming tale
the rhymes and reasons logic fails
never thought i'd see the day
the giants feet of steel and clay
and the sinners saints alike
waxen heads on steely spike!
iron fist and lily dove
olive branch and velvet glove
a wink a nod a papal seal
a thousand broken on the wheel!
the truth will out!
the truth will out!
from out the dragons smoking snout!
there etched upon its gleaming tale
the rhymes and reasons logic fails
patrician son and noble daughter
gone the way of cannon fodder
as blackened swarms of locust drew
a sackcloth o'er a sky once blue
stolen scepter 'surped rods
now the godless 'come the gods
o'er the horses muffled shods
the baying sound of hunting dogs
the truth will out!
the truth will out!
from out the dragons smoking snout!
there etched upon its gleaming tale
the rhymes and reasons logic fails
casualties of holy wars
walking wounded legions more's
furtive knock at morpheus door
lead there by that drunken whore
unholy holy trinity
safe inside infinity
relics locked away for years
the needle blinking back its tears
the truth will out!
the truth will out!
from out the dragons smoking snout!
there etched upon its gleaming tale
the rhymes and reasons logic fails
what soulless hulk darkens the door?
a mothers wish and nothing more
what its frozen author saw
she tightly gripped the monkeys paw
much like what ol' bilbo found
deep in the dark wet underground
those good intentions meant so well
could pave the very way to hell!
what was it that the black blade said?
over thousands thousands dead?
"you're my master"was the lie
so thousands more would surely die!
the truth will out!
the truth will out!
from out the dragons smoking snout!
there etched upon its gleaming tale
the rhymes and reasons logic fails
so bow we to the sacred numbers
turning key and falling tumblers
what dread truths beyond the door?
smoke and mirrors........................NOTHING MORE! | |
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Posted: 11/28/2006 9:12:57 AM | | What happens when every love I once knew is gone? What happens when I'm drowned in sorrow and living all alone? What happens when I tell you I love you and you don't say the same thing back? What happens when everyone hates me and confidence is what I lack? What happens when the person I'm pretending to be runs and hides and the real me wants to be revealed? What happens when my heart finally gets broken and never again be healed? What happens when someone really cares for me and I unconsciously run them away? What happens when I want to tell someone how I feel but I'm at a loss of words so I have nothing to say? What happens when I can't express to my love how I feel about them? What happens when I ask someone how do I go on and they say that can't tell me because where I'm trying to go, they've never been? What happens when I can't tell anyone what it is that I fear? What happens when I'm happy on the outside but sad on the inside, do I smile or shed a tear? What happens when someone tells me the right thing to do but I still don't listen? What happens when i think I'm being loved but love is really what I'm missing? What happens when everything good in my life is gone and I'm left with a broken heart, a lost mind, confused emotions and nothing else? What happens when I ask you for help and you tell me there's nothing you can do? What happens when I find out the missing thing in my life has always been you? | |
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Posted: 11/29/2006 6:30:45 PM |  WOW!!!!
Great sonnet braham...I am impressed!!! Please share some more...I felt I was right there w/the dragons!!!! | |
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Posted: 11/29/2006 6:33:16 PM |  Such intense beauty Keanno ..Did you write it?
Doent matter...I love it!!TYVM Mf for sharing | |
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Posted: 11/29/2006 6:46:29 PM | NEW EXPERIENCES
( the Conversation)
Remember too that what we are doing
is a new experience for
me too.
I may be a bit distant
or holding back
my heart
cause
I need to be careful....
Life here has been complicated.
Still......
remember...
that in the long run
I am trying to find
someone to be with me.
but, for now I can and
I am only doing my best.
It's all new for me too...
I also,am doing my best.
It's all good.
Good for me...
Good for you....
Been a new journey
and I like it...
Glad your the one I get to
do this journey with.
I want to feel our
bodies intertwined
the flames all around me
so i can forget for awhile...
There's nothing wrong
with our desire, baby!
Pleases dont think it as
a using thing....
I don't mean it to be...
Like I said its all
a new journey....
and I am glad you are
a part of it.
I'm glad your part of it too...
I am outta things to say...
kinda I am now...
want to show you
how I feel....
Action speaks louder than words....
Got your action...
Live and in color...
Getting to the point of need
Please...
I want...
I need....
your not playing fair
I am already
Hot....& Hell......bount
dont need your adding
fuel to the fire....
release my soul food....
Glad your a part of my journey.
Have to say I am IMPRESSED w/this one...its one of my BEST so far!!!!
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Posted: 11/30/2006 3:27:19 AM | | it was from the heart type thing..not sure if its poetry tho? i tried to make it all ryhme but it didnt,,but i can only improve on it.. i love what i read on here so well done to all | |
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Posted: 11/30/2006 3:56:14 AM | | Hey Sthrn, your mail restrictions prevent me from writing to you directly but I'm curious to know who was the jerk who mocked your poetry. If you're comnfortable with that please let me know his/her name by POF-mail... | |
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Posted: 11/30/2006 4:55:54 PM | *jostles in front of Alyosha*
Yeah, Shtrn, I'm restricted too DANG YOU. Wanted to comment to you about your 1st line last line entry--which I liked how you took the metaphor. But NOooooooo I'm not worthy enough to send you a note. It's an age thing isn't it. Discriminator!
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Posted: 12/1/2006 5:55:35 AM | To ss Offering Solace in HIs Grief
Could be the age
or the country you live in
could be the drugs
–face up to it, man,
metered rhyming poetry
is a drug
and one of the harder ones
to shake!
Could be your fascination
with string theory,
which as you know, is now
somewhat in disrepute
or the smuggling of chocolates
into movies... (You don’t actually
do that, though, do you?)
We could form a club
of those restricted from writing
Sthrn-flutterby! | |
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Posted: 12/1/2006 7:17:14 AM | the restless spirit
rocks the unsettled soul
fustrating the mind
and freezing the heart,
leaving a body undone. | |
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Posted: 12/1/2006 7:21:15 AM | Love's Desire
All consuming
love's desire
feeding the passion
without quenching the fire,
filling the heart,
while stirring the soul.
We all wish to fell fulfilled.
This is the truth
that needs not be told.
But in the end
this fills our soul... | |
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Posted: 12/1/2006 7:22:47 AM | | This is awesome....I was totally impressed, and intrigued. | |
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Posted: 12/1/2006 10:25:23 PM | Great poem onechicky....
HOpe to see more of your words in here!!!!
Butterfly | |
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