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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 51 | |
| One I wrote for an Alyosha thread
Posted: 1/23/2007 3:35:42 PM | This is something I wrote on July 30, 2005
I'd be surprised if anyone is able to decipher it.
I still know what it means.
As you'll notice, my spirit was just as murky then as now:
There are babies in me that will never be born
There are poems in me that have never been formed
There is love in me that has never been sworn.
I haven’t the faith.
I crucified faith—
that worrisome martyr.
Let the surgeon pull it away
like a pick-pocket.
He left me the seeds, worthless seeds of faith.
Appreciate that cow, dear Jack.
You can live days on that cow in winter.
Bring her back. Bring her back.
Potential babies were faith I could understand.
I haven’t the hope
Is hope facing your pain or is it letting go?
Is it being obliviously reconciled—no that’s faith.
Is it managing to look forward,
if only long enough to see an instant approaching?
Seeing nothing lost, but the shadow of the past.
Hope hovers over
my vulnerablities like a vulture.
It takes all I have
to protect the rot of my life, so no trace of me
can ever take flight.
In the food chain of soul,
hope is the devastation scavenger.
Poems are hope I can understand
The love in me has been trapped
and beyond me to let it out.
But you draw it out like venom.
When you spit, I see miracles
dancing like fairies and am inspired.
A shadow shifts and a vulture is spared.
I almost sense an instant approaching.
Faith, hope, love,
but the greatest of these is love.
If love inspires hope, can it restore faith?
I crucified faith, my darling.
Where does this leave our eternal souls?
I want you to know faith, that adorable little imp.
You’ve hunted for it so long.
But if you must have all and leave me behind,
I’ll keep my record of hope, my soul’s entreating,
my time capsule of when I forgot to remember,
my log of lost love
under my bed
as my seeds must needs fossilize and my time retreats,
unborn.
Then by and by, perhaps another will draw from me;
you were so cautious and considerate,
but a vampire might work.
Being tasted is love I can understand. | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 52 | |
| And this one was July 31, 2005
Posted: 1/23/2007 3:54:10 PM | Ok. here it is. I think I might try to rework this one. There's too much to read between the lines. It's about losing virginity to a virgin.
The Recurring Dream of
How she might have lost virginity
And with it her yearning for childish pleasures
In light of her witnessing his innocence shared Their
sameness – a blessing and mystery revealed
Stitching the seams of maturity with bliss
crowning security, purity properly found
Bounding her future in a framework
Of knowing when something is
known and when it’s not. | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 53 | |
| And this one was July 31, 2005
Posted: 1/23/2007 3:58:44 PM | Rereading the faith-hope-love thing above, I can tell the Jack and the beanstalk comments need to go...
That's me. | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 54 | |
| A redone rap I wrote today.
Posted: 1/23/2007 5:39:28 PM | reincarnation
I was the cold kid, mold in my nose, hid my soul
in the dirt under the maypole
the other kid's, warm blooded
running circles of oblivion-- their childhood heaven, heavin bellows
with their sunshiny yellow breath;
I tasted death
in that hole
where the feet trampled over,
thunder pushed asunder
my hopes that
they would see
the flea
hatchin out in the new weeds,
grabbin on the nibs of their shoe strings,
takin hold and jumpin high,
screamin "see me" into the sky,
but see me they never did.
So I camped out on the lushest one
Sucked her blood like a delicious cone
till I was grown, able to get on
all on my own, then I died back
into the hole and was reborn
running circles of oblivion--in childhood heaven, heaving bellows
with my sunshiny yellow breath... | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 55 | |
| This was my first attempt at rap, posted in intenz' thread
Posted: 1/23/2007 5:50:55 PM | I've tweaked this one a little bit, too.
Yeah, I Keeps it Real!
She gets up every day losin her way,
half an hour b'fore she wants to
always somethin, nothing whinin, windin her up
Wh' she was a kid, it was mama, the ninja for goin to school
She hadda look at mama in those lazy fat pajama half an hour 'fore she wanted to.
fool life, too much strife, needin sleep.
Then she had babies, bobbin babblin babies, with tempers like rabies
When one was up,
the other was down, an her the clown,
face painted with mommy grins, hypocrite sins
give a sh*t lyins, inner child dyins, tainted an always cryin
out for just another half hour.
Then what the he**, her children get a dog.
This farmer in the dell already gone on too long.
Kids won't take care of it, she has to take their share of it
poopin and scoopin, feedin an leadin, pawin and yawin that sooner half hour.
That half an hour keepin at her, she stays half a bubble off,
just a cough away
from havin a say,
bein a playa, at the feedin trough she suspects
is the feedin trough of youth.
Truth is she vainly wants a Dr. Who booth
to skirt around in flirtin with the universe.
She's lazy; she don't wanna be your upsie dazy. That sh*ts crazy.
She craves a turn at wakin you up,
you privileged ducks. But nobody gives a ***k.
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| This was my first attempt at rap, posted in intenz' thread
Posted: 1/23/2007 8:18:17 PM | I loved him with a passion
it was the fashion to have a lover
and talk about him or her
I wished I was Bi
so that I could smile
and say I had one of each.
Sadly....
Love's bubble burst
with that condom
when I said I was preggers
he was gone
faster than a speeding bullet.
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 57 | |
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| Sleepless
Posted: 1/23/2007 8:35:37 PM | Some how you inspired this write penpalgirl
I passed him by in the night
Babe in arms crying to be fed
The other on it’s way back to bed
A month of sleeplessness
Two darling mouths to feed
Instead of one
I sat in the tub
And cried
It was more than I asked for
He tried to help
But he didn’t have hormones
Nor could he understand
How this could have happened to him
It was all my fault
I should never have wanted another baby
Times two
He needed my attention
I needed to fill my arms with love
Some things in life happen for a reason. | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 60 | |
| Sleepless
Posted: 1/23/2007 8:52:58 PM | Autumn Fantasy, thank you .
Hmm. Thank you. | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 61 | |
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| This was my first attempt at rap, posted in intenz' thread
Posted: 1/23/2007 9:01:11 PM | Could I,..could I bounce myself off your inspiring?
That line I’ve been admiring
And looking from it’s view,
I thought of this one for a starter
I crucified faith—
that worrisome martyr.
And loved it for the sake of it
And wondered what else I could make of it.
So I ask, could I bounce my muse off of you
It really would be fine.
Can I ask you please
Sister
Can you spare a line? | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 63 | |
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| This was my first attempt at rap, posted in intenz' thread
Posted: 1/23/2007 9:14:36 PM | I crucified faith—
that worrisome martyr.
Lookin’ for a bargain
always ready to barter
My soul.
Yesterdays hold took a lash at me
Made a pass at me
Not whole
Not done
Undone
Maybe.
I crucified faith, it took three weeks to die
For every unanswered call
I drove a nail in it’s wall
of defenseless,
defenses.
Pretenses
……. made of caring
Yea of little faith?
I crucified
that worrisome martyr.
Left it there to die all alone for a starter
of sentiment.
Intent
Was everything you said
No matter who’s bed
your lie in.
I crucified faith that worrisome martyr
Flung it away with a toss of the ardor
I’d had for you.
Now that’s all through.
I’m through with you. | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 65 | |
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| This was my first attempt at rap, posted in intenz' thread
Posted: 1/23/2007 11:50:17 PM | hiya
i feel the need to express in rhyme.
the thoughts i feel as i read your verse.
your poems are like a still moment in time.
and reading your work makes mine seen worse
i could just say that your work is great
but i love all your work this much is true
i could lose myself in the rhyme you create.
and despite my jealousy i bow an doff my cap to you | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 67 | |
| This was my first attempt at rap, posted in intenz' thread
Posted: 1/24/2007 6:43:51 AM | Well look what some warm hearted poetry elf left on my doorstep this morning.
Thank you poet.
I'm bout to sign off a little while, like couple hours (if I can stand it that long) and then I'll look in to see what other wonderful poetry deeds you have done. | |
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| A redone rap I wrote today.
Posted: 1/24/2007 10:36:21 AM |
running circles of oblivion-- their childhood heaven, heavin bellows
with their sunshiny yellow breath;
awesome, just right........ | |
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| A redone rap I wrote today.
Posted: 1/24/2007 11:07:41 AM | Very nice poems Penpalgirl,
specially I liked "The Recurring Dream of"
somehow it kept my attention.
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| A redone rap I wrote today.
Posted: 1/24/2007 1:02:26 PM | penpalgirl2006 ~~ Hate your handle, lol! I doesn't fit. Everything else I love! Thank you.
The fertility thing's a bitch, ain't it? Yah: got the teeshirt. Would just skip it the next time around: too hard on everyone you love.
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 71 | |
| A redone rap I wrote today.
Posted: 1/24/2007 3:04:10 PM | 
Wooby: What with being an aspring rap star, I could change my name to Missa PP:
Yeah when you're fertile-- babies just want'n ta burst outta ya left and right, where's the village? It takes one, ya know. Then, once barren, all the dreamy-eyed Daddy-wannabes are crawlin out of the woodwork.
Ps to poetryfriend: thanks  | |
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| One I wrote for an Alyosha thread
Posted: 1/24/2007 3:38:52 PM |
There are babies in me that will never be born
There are poems in me that have never been formed
There is love in me that has never been sworn.
My God! What was going on that day? This one and the next several, which I didn't see a little while ago, are NUCLEAR! And then you get ravin going with her brilliantly witty "Sister can you spare a line" and her riff off of your lines and it was like we were in a jam session!
But keep it in, I mean keep some back! - there's only so much any of us (Ok, me) can take in all at once. I'll be back to look at some of the others... | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 73 | |
| In Memory of a Dear Friend
Posted: 1/24/2007 8:32:21 PM | I remember how alive you were
though your head was throbbing
and the matter of your brain
was your life's curse.
I remember your heart
how alive you were
and too dedicated to love
to give time the nod of remorse
I remember your smile
and how alive you were
when we worked together
valuing each other's weakness
I remember your pain
and how alive you were
when you remembered me
as your brain edged into meakness
I remember your pride
and how alive you were
when you stood by your dear ones
and then bravely relented the end
I remember when I heard
that you had died, we knew you would.
Yet, how alive you are in my heart
and I've more living to you to send. | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 75 | |
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