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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 26 | |
| To the Poets here on pof
Posted: 1/18/2007 4:10:11 PM | Men and women who give words a good name
live, before my very eyes. They remove the shame
of having a say. I'll no longer be shy, because
they know my screen is as big as the sky
and we poets are not playing games.
Men and women who give words a good name
plant seeds in my heart; I am fertile again.
grant me my childhood; I fly with Peter Pan.
Can't know how much meaning I can stand
But I'll drink all I can, and I know they'll be doing the same.
Men and women who give words a good name:
May your pens be ever open, fountains flowing.
Your words are what keep humanity growing
Remember that truth is-- the life that your showing
is the spirit of man and must never be tamed. | |
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| To the Poets here on pof
Posted: 1/18/2007 4:17:28 PM | Penpalgirl,
May the beauty of your poem
adorn you first
and then the rest...
I loved it! Thank you. | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 28 | |
| To the Poets here on pof
Posted: 1/18/2007 4:29:19 PM | Yea!!! Poetfriend read it!! 
I receive your annointing, and am blessed. Poetfriend, you lip-tickler, you. | |
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| To the Poets here on pof
Posted: 1/18/2007 6:31:15 PM | Wait a cotton-picking secnd! What malevolent deity kept me from noticing and reading this WONDERFUL thread before now? Although, I think, I must surely have written penpal about at least one of thesei f I didn't post my appreciation here.
I've copy-pasted them all to a file so I can reread them in the morning when I am more fresh - probably not AS fresh as your voice...
More, I hope...soon... | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 30 | |
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| To the Poets here on pof
Posted: 1/18/2007 11:18:21 PM | Heya penpalgirl :) I really enjoyed reading "the poem you were working on "and all of the "whatever else" youved posted so far Excellent thread. Keep up the spiffy writes! Kat | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 32 | |
| A little pity-ditty I just did. and greetings to spiffy kat
Posted: 1/18/2007 11:41:34 PM | This is one I just wrote cuz I couldn't sleep...
Very nice to see you Spiffy. It feels so good to have you and the others stop by and comment.
Let's call this one:
My heavy Chest
If I could cry the tears I have for you
(but they're welled up in my chest)
Maybe I could start anew,
but they never give me rest.
I've fasted and prayed
(guess the prayers have gone unheard)
and long sense betrayed
my senses, in the sensual sense of the word.
Thoughts of you can't be allowed
(you never were inside my head)
Now I've finally disavowed
the whole of me that you were in.
Even writing this poem is no use
(fingers make words that strain my eyes)
But I'm trying to fight this self-abuse
My confused response to conflicting lies.
I still love you you know, you do know
(though others I've loved have set me free)
I wish I could vacuum my entire soul
to unseat what you've left with me. | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 33 | |
| "Why Don't You Write Me" by Simon and Garfunkle
Posted: 1/19/2007 5:08:32 PM | Why dont you write me
Im out in the jungle
Im hungry to hear you.
Send me a card,
I am waiting so hard
To be near you.
(la, la, la)
Why dont you write?
Something is wrong
And I know I got to be there.
Maybe im lost,
But I cant make the cost
Of the airfare.
Tell me why
Why
Why
Tell me why
Why
Why
Why dont you write me,
A letter would brighten
My loneliest evening.
Mail it today
If its only to say
That youre leaving me.
(la, la, la)
Monday morning, sitting in the sun
Hoping and wishing for the mail to come.
Tuesday, never got a word,
Wednesday, thursday, aint no sign,
Drank a half a bottle of iodine.
Friday, woe is me
Gonna hang my body from the highest tree.
Why dont you write me? | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 34 | |
| Dad's poem
Posted: 1/19/2007 6:02:03 PM | This is for my Dad. I hope I do a lot more with it.
As my father was dying
I sat by his side and leaned
how to play the guitar.
He didn't instruct me
He never was musical
He just laid there dying
while I leaned how to play
As my father was dying
I watched a kitten grow
from mewing to gnawing.
He didn't give her to me,
but he stroked her tenderly
He just laid there dying
while I leaned how to play.
As my father was dying
I made toys on his bed
from ace bandages
and washcloths
With his eyes a twinkle
he grasped them with his
last strength
dying while I learned
how to play
As my father was dying
I ate Whitman's chocolates
and spread paper dolls
all over the room.
He with me in silence
dying while I learned
how to play.
As my father was dying
I played with hospital bed
and the fan by his head,
his thermostat, his secretions,
his limbs and his pain.
He just lay there dying
while I learned how to play. | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 35 | |
| For my Dad
Posted: 1/19/2007 8:42:33 PM | Ok. Here it is as it stands. It's all true. Except the paperdolls is an inside joke sort of thing between me and Dad. I also want to get a King James Bible, cuz that's what he read, what I read:
For My Father
As my father was dying
I sat by his side and leaned
how to play the guitar.
He didn't instruct me
He never was musical
He just lay there dying
while I leaned how to play
As my father was dying
I watched a kitten grow
from mewing to gnawing.
He didn't give her to me,
but he stroked her tenderly
He just lay there dying
while I leaned how to play.
As my father was dying
I made toys on his bed
from ace bandages
and washcloths
With his eyes a twinkle
he grasped them with his
last strength
dying while I learned
how to play.
As my father was dying
I ate Whitman's chocolates
and spread paper dolls
all over the room.
He with me in silence
dying while I learned
how to play.
As my father was dying
I played with his hospital bed
and the fan by his head,
his thermostat, his secretions,
his limbs and his pain.
He just lay there dying
while I learned how to play.
As my father was dying
I came to him
when my playmate put
tears in my eyes
My father said to me
"Is he even a little bit
right? I said, "yeah."
Said he, "Well, then
compromise."
As my father was dying
I said, Daddy do you want me
to read from the Bible? He said
Yeah. I said Ok,
let's do it this way,
I'll just open it up and
read what it says.
it said:
The length of our days is seventy years--
or eighty if we have our strength;
yet their span is but trouble and sorrow
for they quickly pass, and we fly away
and
Teach us to number our days aright,
that we may gain a heart of wisdom
That was the hardest I ever played.
As my father was dying,
I learned how to play,
The heart of this girl
is the heart of her father.
something happened
in that time between
me and my Dad that
changed me forever.
He just lay there dying
while I relearned how to play. | |
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| For my Dad
Posted: 1/19/2007 9:42:57 PM | What did the cell say after sex? Sorry I gotta split!
Hahahaha,... okay it was not that great.
I was scraping the barrel a little, but hey,... they cant all be winners.
 - Erik -  | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 37 | |
| George Michael "Praying for Time"
Posted: 1/20/2007 12:51:22 AM | Well this is one of my all time favorite songs, just posted it in Tickettorides lyric thread right after Spiffy Cat and REM's, "End of the World As We Know It," so I guess now's the time to put it on my thread, too.
These are the days of the open hand
They will not be the last
Look around now
These are the days of the beggars
And the choosers
This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand with ignorance
And legitimate excuses
The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much
But well take our chances
Because God stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us all out to play
Turned his back and all gods children
Crept out the back door
Chorus
And its hard to love,
Theres so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above
Say its much too late
Well maybe we should all be
Praying for time
These are the days of the empty hand
Oh you hold on to what you can
And charity is a coat you wear
Twice a year
This is the year of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand
And you find that what was over there
Is over here
So you scream from behind your door
Say whats mine is mine and not yours
I may have too much
But Ill take my chances
Because God stopped keeping score
And you cling to the things
They sold you
Did you cover your eyes when
They told you
That he cant come back
Because he has no children
To come back for
Chorus | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 38 | |
| I'd be a postin' with myself, uh uh uh oh.
Posted: 1/20/2007 2:29:33 PM | My bible passage is First Corinthians 13, which most recognize when they hear the phrase, "faith, hope, and charity, these three, but the greatest of these is charity". My fiction passage is from the book, Zorba the Greek, by Nicos Kazantzakis (sp).
I keep this passage with me as I can over the years, and happened to have it in my email files, so here it is. I don't read too terribly much, but this passage, when it greeted me years ago, took up with me like a travel gnome, always witnessing, always spurring me on. For me, it is the secular complement to my bible verse. I know it wouldn't be that for most readers, but without further adieu:
from pages 168 and 169
I turned for a moment and could see the little shepherd who was so tired of his solitude still standing on his stone. His curly hair, escaping from under his black handkerchief, was waving in the south wind. The light streamed over him from head to foot. I felt I was looking at a bronze statue of a youth. He had placed his crook across his shoulders and was whistling.
I took another track and went down towards the coast. Now and then, warm breezes laden with perfume reached me from nearby gardens. The earth had a rich smell, the sea was rippling with laughter, the sky was blue and gleaming like steel. Winter shrivels up the mind and body of man, but then comes the warmth which swells the breast. As I walked I suddenly heard loud trumpetings in the air. I raised my eyes and saw a spectacle which had always moved me deeply ever since my childhood: cranes deploying across the sky in battle order, returning from wintering in a warmer country, and, as legend has it, carrying swallows on their wings and in the deep hollows of their bony bodies.
The unfailing rhythm of the seasons, the ever-turning wheel of life, the four facets of the earth which are lit in turn by the sun, the passing of life--all these filled me once more with a feeling of oppression. Once more there sounded within me, together with the cranes' cry, the terrible warning that there is only one life for all men, that there is no other, and that all that can be enjoyed must be enjoyed here. In eternity no other chance will be given to us.
A mind hearing this pitiless warning--a warning which, at the same time, is so compassionate--would decide to conquer its weakness and meanness, its laziness and vain hopes and cling with all its power to every second which flies away forever. | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 39 | |
| Star Sign
Posted: 1/20/2007 10:33:35 PM | gemini
I'm a lazy go-getter
and a wimpy authoritarian
a last page reader,
but a closet librarian.
I don't live with a passion
but my feelings are passionate.
My love sometimes jaded
but I'd never cash in on it.
Born neath the stars of gemini
I can never claim fate
Nor ever deny, the coincidence
that my heart struggles with itself
at every possible occurence.
For me, it comes so naturally
to feel the pull from two poles
I'd cast my lot every human
constantly questions what he knows
of himself and his surroundings.
But I'm resolved to the endless deliberation
(Still waters run deep, I've a Scorpio rising)
make no excuses for borderless rumination.
My heart is true, I've no interest in disguising
my inmost dilemmas from you, my fellow
star body, earth partner in the cosmic human connection. | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 40 | |
| Requesting other poet's participation on this one...
Posted: 1/21/2007 10:36:41 PM | I want to be put to work and I want to be put to love
Maybe I ought to make
a sign and go stand at the light
at the end of the exit ramp,
It would read "Will Work and Love
for Food". Chances are I'd starve,
or maybe I'd get arrested which
would surely fix my
little red wagon. I'd
see the error of my ways
and get to work on a real resume.
Nah, not me, not this time.
There's got to be a better way
to pursue a life's fulfillment
than to ...
Ok, I'm stuck...
Poets out there, come to my rescue on this one. Your additions requested. You can rewrite the whole thing or pick up more or less where I've left it. Thanks in advance for your participation... | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 41 | |
| Should I Decide To Stand
Posted: 1/22/2007 8:58:32 PM | I'm asleep on the beach
The salt is strong and pure
I've a silk scarf over my face
I let the sand do its work
till it needs no more to reach
to cover me, it won't endure
my my heart's awakening its pace
should I decide to stand
I'm asleep in the smokies
The air is light and pure
I've a pillow under my head
Let high grasses do their work
till they need no more to soothe me
I invite the stars to claim me
They wont' endure
my heart's awakening its pace
should I decide to stand.
I'm asleep in your apartment
The air, a little unsure
but, I've your promise in my mind.
Let your lifestyle do its work
Till it needs no more commitment
It won't endure
my heart's awakening its pace
should I decide to stand. | |
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| Star Sign
Posted: 1/23/2007 11:32:17 AM | Born neath the stars of gemini
I can never claim fate
Nor ever deny, the coincidence
that my heart struggles with itself
at every possible occurrence.
Lovely! Love your poetry, Scorpio rising indeed! ♥ | |
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| Star Sign
Posted: 1/23/2007 11:56:31 AM | I'm a lazy go-getter
and a wimpy authoritarian
a last page reader,
but a closet librarian.
I don't live with a passion
but my feelings are passionate.
My love sometimes jaded
but I'd never cash in on it.
Born neath the stars of gemini
I can never claim fate
Nor ever deny, the coincidence
that my heart struggles with itself
at every possible occurence.
For me, it comes so naturally
to feel the pull from two poles
I'd cast my lot every human
constantly questions what he knows
of himself and his surroundings.
I just love this one. Could you explain the last stanza? I don't quite understand what scorpio rising means. Serves me right for not reading the astrology column in the paper.
What strikes me most is one questioning one's self and one's knowledge. I dare say it is universal among gemini's. | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 44 | |
| Star Sign
Posted: 1/23/2007 12:14:33 PM | First of all, Thanks for stopping by, Woobytoodsday. Please come back some more.
Well, I'm no authority on astrology, but I was a child of the sixties, and over the years my curiousity about astrology has krept up ever so often.
The Rsing sign, as I think I recall is pretty influential in a person's personality. It's decided by the hour you were born and what star sign was just appearing on the horizon at that time (I think). Whichever star it was has a dynamic pull on your overall sign (the month sign).
The thing about my Scorpio influence (and this is probably based on some paragraph I read in a book 20 years ago) is that it can make the turmoil of Gemini be a very deep one. Scorpios tend to be ddeply sensitive and resolute in their intuitive impressions of life.
So, I have to deal with always questioning things, while being resolved about it. Otherwise, if I didn't deal with it and accept it, I might literally split my personality down to the core, which, if you ever saw the movie Sybil, is not an attractive prospect.
And since, this is such a consuming defense mechanism (for the sake of my sanity) it is hard for me to imagine people getting through life without doing it. Seems like I have a tendency (as a result) to nag people to second guess themselves (but only about their relation to me)--when otherwise, they are happily decided on there impressions and opinions.
Hope this helped. | |
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| One I wrote for an Alyosha thread
Posted: 1/23/2007 12:24:46 PM | Hi penpalgirl. I saw you in Erik's thread, when I was behaving badly...hope I didn't make a bad impression....
There is so much to like in your thread. Your feelings really come through on the poems to your father and son....I loved the one about the weird dream, the haiku and the self description of a gemini. (So true, I have Gemini rising and mercury in Gemini, which cornfusles those who expect a placid Taurus....)
these are great lines:
<div class="quote">Her only hope, her only skill
her mauled and bleeding intuition.
But my pen is empty
While my heart is thirsty
Parched by this desert
known as time to heal.
You were angry and articulate and would have sold your soul to be bigger than me.
your mom's point is this: I'm impressed
with how driven you are to express
and defend what you think is best.
then stealthily slither
back to humanity
with a souvenir.
As my father was dying
I made toys on his bed
from ace bandages
and washcloths
I'm a lazy go-getter
and a wimpy authoritarian
a last page reader,
but a closet librarian.
I'm asleep in your apartment
The air, a little unsure
but, I've your promise in my mind.
Let your lifestyle do its work
Till it needs no more commitment
It won't endure
my heart's awakening its pace
should I decide to stand.
Your rising sign reveals how you present yourself to others, and is probably the main reason people who read those generic horoscopes claim the descriptions aren't accurate......different signs are stronger as your ruling planet (sun) and others are easily overpowered by other planets in your chart, which are actually stronger in their placement. | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 46 | |
| One I wrote for an Alyosha thread
Posted: 1/23/2007 12:53:12 PM | Thank you Brizo.
and thanks for the insights about horoscopes. I still don't understand it, but I don't see any reason to doubt the observations of the ancients. It would be interesting to really get my chart (that's what you call it?) done.
Thanks so much for stopping by. I've read some of your poems. I like the way you express yourself. Please feel free to write in here some, if you like.
Again, I really appreciate your comments. | |
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| One I wrote for an Alyosha thread
Posted: 1/23/2007 12:56:41 PM | penpalgirl: I've been reading your thread today and found many excellent works. I particularly like "the universe curved...."-reminded me a bit of Alice in Wonderland. "Should I decide to stand" was beautiful along with a couple of others that touched me. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and ideas here, wonderful reading.
lucidmoments | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 48 | |
| One I wrote for an Alyosha thread
Posted: 1/23/2007 1:44:04 PM | | Thank you lucidmoments. It's great to have you stop by and remark. So happens, had been getting a little hungry for attention till today. Saw in your profile your making your way to the southest of deep south. When you get a chance, say "hi" to the sand for me. | |
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| One I wrote for an Alyosha thread
Posted: 1/23/2007 2:08:14 PM | Wow... I'm in complete awe at your talent for poetic prose penpalgirl... reading your work takes me away to a different world... you convey thoughts and emotions incredibly well.
Have you ever thought of compiling a listing of them and possibly submitting them to magazines and periodicals designed to introduce new poets to society? I'm not an expert by any stretch of the imagination, I simply know what I like...
*hoping there's more to read later... *  | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 50 | |
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