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| My poetry. One I'm working on and whatever else.
Posted: 1/27/2007 12:03:10 AM | The poem I posted on the previous page was written about and inspired by you Ms.Penpalgirl...Im sure it was obvious,but I thought I better clarify just in case.I was a little vague in the way I worded things:)Could you imagine someone writing that about themselves? Have a great night,Kat | |
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| omg even more from the poetry elf
Posted: 1/27/2007 2:57:31 PM |  heres one i wrote about a lady who was perpetually in a chat room -- no matter what time of day or nite she was there she didnt believe a fat bald an ugly builder could write the poems ive produced so i sat there an wrote this for her
theres an empty room in the web
where joanne sits by her self
shes startin to worry about it
is she alone on the shelf?
she sits in a chair bye the window
an stares at the ppl who pass her
and wonders which of the men
would make her heart beat faster
she brushes her curly blonde hair
and sighs deep down in side
and remembers her last love
and the tears shes had to hide
and still joanne sits in the window
wishing her life away
cos her heart still tells her
he will walk thru her door one day
it had a happy ending for her cos she did meet a feller online an they are now happily wedded in canada | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 105 | |
| omg even more from the poetry elf
Posted: 1/27/2007 11:42:09 PM | the poetry elf is a poet first and (happily I tell you) also a friendly elf.
I like this one. Joanne sounds alot like penpalgirl.
Now that her happy ending is posted in my thread, I'll get to review it and be encouraged.
Thanks Elf for bringing me this. and thanks Poet for writing. | |
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| omg even more from the poetry elf
Posted: 1/28/2007 12:35:27 AM | Brown betty of green tea
just my computer for company
I find rhythm flowing
from the all-knowing
eyes of the screen.
Writing poems in between
the reading of such muse and delight
so late in the night
it astounds me still
sending a thrill
to my sleepy head.
But I must go to bed.
Goodnight. | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 107 | |
| omg even more from the poetry elf
Posted: 1/28/2007 11:56:27 AM | Hi ya Ravin lyricist:
It's been kewl seeing you format yourself to the limerick. Lettin your funny girl come out to play. Isn't it wonderful that whatever our perspectives are and whatever ultimately provokes us to laugh, then in the laughing we suddenly have common ground. That's one thing I love about my ultra-conservative family members, course they love me unconditionally to begin with, but we get in heated arguments to the point that we start laughing at each other, and suddenly the battle is won from both sides.
Course, the poets here share some common ground to start out with--their drive and inspiration to touch and be touched in some way not yet understood by the species known as homo sapiens.
Thanks for keepin a post on my thread.
I was actually "on the town" last night, great for me, but no doubt the town is still dazed...wondering how it managed to let me back on...
(something like that.) | |
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| night on the town
Posted: 1/28/2007 12:12:12 PM | My night on the town was over-stimulation of too many make senses
That my defenses dropped and muse inspired
I could not get tired
Enough to go to bed.
Too many people talk and answer
Questions posed and supposed, I was a dancer
With the muse. You must excuse
Me my foggy mind today
It was at least dawn anyway
Before I could unwind down
And ground
Myself in the everyday
Keep the fire stokin’
Keep the chimney smokin’
Everyday things of this physical way.
Well I had my say
And they asked for more
Pictures popping, “What’s in store”
For us all from here?”
Met too many people to even keep clear
Who they all are.
It was fun to be the star
For just one night.
But it was alright
To come home and be
Anonymously me
And just write bad poetry. | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 109 | |
| night on the town
Posted: 1/28/2007 12:22:46 PM | bad, yah, I look forward to the day I can be so bad.
If I didn't have a broken heart, I'd not even open my mind to muse.
You here who are living it are the ones who are true blue.
Maybe one day that'll be me, maybe one day, my mind will fly free
and write for myself because my life really is treasured.
I know every poet has a broken heart. You have to break your own heart to let life (the outside world) in.
but let's hope we can all attain a self-broken heart. Funny thing about significant others who seem to want to teach a lesson, or we think they must, why else would they take our hearts and then act like the hearts are none of their business. Thing is we don't need them to break our hearts; surely any fool can see that's not what we intended their job to be. We can do that on our own. We just want them to see our hearts that we, ourselves have broken--and be in on THAT secret.
Rambling this is, maybe it'll be a poem some day. or maybe it's just what it is. Maybe once written, once said, why say it again. | |
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| night on the town
Posted: 1/28/2007 12:50:55 PM | Here's the way I break my own heart.....when I'm here, I always miss there....so I'm perpetually missing another place.......Fortunately, I realize that my family would be missing beyond bearing....
Homesick, homesick
homes not native
melancholy malaise
long to drive Seabeck Highway
and Hanahan Road
coastlines East and West
Atlantic House brunch
Pacific House dinner
ache to see sunrise
over delta marsh
the surprise
of Brothers Mountain
at continent's edge
to see horses
run the curving coasts
of Washington
watch lowcountry alligators
startle herons
crave the overgrown beauty
of Hoh rainforest
and Magnolia
similarly different
filtered green canopy
sponge earth smell
mushrooms, ferns and moist things
my tinkers heart
resides with farmer feet of clay
always feeling fired in.....
a piece of broken, overlooked ceramic
clinking against the edges
Knowing if I traipse again
I pine away
for hearts of kin
and plot of earth
in the land of bland strangers | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 111 | |
| night on the town
Posted: 1/28/2007 1:29:19 PM | Oh my awesome omniscient Lord Jesus!
Brizo, you just traveled me further on this earthly terrain than I've ever dared to go, then brought me into your heart, where I saw my own reflection and I can't tell you how touched I am by your gift. What I said about poets is true then, isn't it.
penpal | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 112 | |
| night on the town
Posted: 1/28/2007 3:36:47 PM | In case any of my dear, though in the span of our superficial conception of time, "new" friends should stop by this evening, I'm going to be away from the computer--court ordered revocation of privileges, by the Highest Court, my Conscience. Just tryin to break up the routine. Hope to see as many of y'all as possible tomorrow.
ppg
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 113 | |
| The Governor just called. I've been granted a stay of execution
Posted: 1/28/2007 5:07:26 PM | Gee. How am I ever
gonna quit smoking
if I can't even quit
staring at the computer
screen all the time. One
of these days, I'll
be uncovered here
by some shelter-
seeking vagrant, who goes
to the trouble to poke around in the cigarette butts,
nothing left of me but a skeleton in a night shirt,
words flicking about in the drafty room like gnats.
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| revenge of the elf
Posted: 1/28/2007 5:30:37 PM | the unicorns came
and she awoke
theyd drifted thru
her dreams like smoke
the room was filled
with mystic light
and though she was scared
it was all right
the dream still lingered
softly in her heart
like the gentle pull
of lovers who part
he called her his unicorn
for her love was true
and now she dreams
of unicorns too | |
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| Stay of Execution
Posted: 1/28/2007 5:35:35 PM | To Msg. 113:
Hahaha.
Stay of execution
state of exclusion
from the real world
who curled
my fingers round the mouse again?
made me spend the interim
of my evening
sitting here breathing
in the bleeding words
that run free in this place like herds
of an illegitimate species
broken hearted beasts at ease
we all know we're here in good company
computer screens aren't liars, see?
i knew i was adicted
when a loose cord took my fix away
and i spent hours at the library
reading the words we pray
Guess we're both doomed PPG  | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 116 | |
| Stay of Execution
Posted: 1/28/2007 6:11:05 PM | Thanks pockets for your warm hand and my wide grin. I'm working on revisiting a couple dreams I had these past couple of nights, since I made the conscious decision to exorcize my ex from my brain. My mission is to rewrite the dreams so I can achieve the same success in my unconscious mind that I've almost achieved consciously.
First, as is my degenerate habit, I luxuriate in the misery.
My second dream, is more of my crying
You in the dim hallway going in one door
where I knew I wasn't welcomed to follow,
you rounding corners and disappearing
Closing doors just as I approached
me crying all the while --you apparently not hearing
The arcitecture of your place where I
dreamed was structured to facilitate your hopes
Creaky wood floors for game playing with your lover girl
I stepped clumsily searching, my own creaking startled me
You sprinted downstairs as I rushed to glimpse
the huge open staircase of your stair fetishes
one room with little desks for children to admire you
You'd always stated you despised teaching.
I gazed in and grieved.
Somehow I was a resident in the place,
The grip of feeling both resident and intruder
tightened my skin like a straight jacket
You are all confidence and cleverness in my dream
unlike the self-portrait you showed me, my dear. | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 117 | |
| Stay of Execution
Posted: 1/28/2007 6:11:16 PM | dang it hurts to delete a double post when you've written the poem on line.
Feels like an opportunity for the demons of dial up to play a dirty trick
I might delete then go back to find no post at all. Ah ha ha ha. | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 118 | |
| to the elf
Posted: 1/28/2007 7:17:35 PM | Thank you elf. Now I know who my trusty companion will be when I face down my tears tonight. As I go to sleep, I'm going to think of unicorns. I'll count them like sheep, if necessary. I'm going to befriend a unicorn tonight. Together we'll bring this dream conquesting of late to a happy conclusion. Wish us luck.
Ps. With revenge like that, dear elf, who needs friends? | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 119 | |
| To Brizo
Posted: 1/28/2007 8:16:03 PM | Thank you thankyou.
It's wonderful. I didn't see it at first.
Then it took me a little while to get the "twin docks". Thank you!  | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 120 | |
| Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep
Posted: 1/28/2007 10:09:36 PM | Unicorn Tears
The hands on the keyboard are square
yet soft--curled finger knuckles gangly
yet elegant like the pisitils of flowers.
She looks at her hands as she feels
the same heavy sleepiness as of
when her fingers curled over the
cool wooden pew as she stood,
the last prayer of the service,
a child - back and shoulders
numbed from sitting in rev-
erence longer than they
should have to-- cross
to bear. Sadness set-
tles into her, private
wondering sadness
of not knowing
when the prayer
will end. As a girl,
leaving the Church
Room, she would go
through heavy doors
into the living outside
world, sounds and scent,
the change of light, fresh
so as to bring her back out
of the hypnotic state. In her
present momentary state, she
sleepwalks across the gray, pad-
ded carpet through two doors ajar
and falls into an unmade bed, hoping
best she can hope, to find a unicorn. | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 121 | |
| For my grandmother
Posted: 1/29/2007 9:11:46 AM | The second half of her life, her eyes
could only scan her path about ten
feet ahead of her on her floor, smile
fixed permantly in her toothless chin
as far as anyone knew. (no doubt her
sons and daughters may have known
different, but not grandchildren) Were
she to have had some other life shown
to her in a dream, she wouldn't give
a second of her loved ones lives to trade
for some other joyful way to live
A coal minor's widow from the day
she met and loved my grand-dad
(whom I or my older siblings never met)
She gave birth to eleven children, sad
to lose the first one as a gamble that
one diptheria shot, the last one in the
nurse's kit, might serve her two babies,
my mother and her older sister, Evelyne.
This is all I have so far. My dog, just now whining is now grinning, cuz that dog know's I'm giving in. It's a hassle being one who speaks to the animals. | |
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| For my grandmother
Posted: 1/29/2007 10:44:34 AM | some of the wisdom imparted from your words I think I'll hold dear to me until I die or at least until I reach senility and I thank you for that. | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 123 | |
| For my grandmother
Posted: 1/29/2007 11:20:58 AM | Wade. What you wrote of me, is a compliment I'll hold dear until likewise, I, and I thank you for that.
I'm gonna check out your poetry, too.
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| For my grandmother
Posted: 1/29/2007 1:32:13 PM | thank you for your kind words and thank you also for your lovely poem.
Your hypnotic eyes cause blackened skies
I'll be a slave for you to the grave
This black hole has no escape for my soul
Your my apocalyptic lust sensation
My breakneck speed heart elation
and when your near my heart crescendos
You're my biblical babe incantation
My life bloods hysteric fixation
I'm caught up in hurricane twist addiction
you're the threat to my mortal life affliction
Is this the final heart execution
A drowning in an Armageddon of love solution
Answers on a postcard. | |
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| well
Posted: 1/29/2007 1:42:40 PM | | after much consideration I don't think "for my grandmother" is the best choice of titles for this poem. | |
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