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Posted: 6/17/2008 10:00:11 AM | dammit woman.....i luv ya....and if me and my little ole self could do anything more to help you you know I would....these lines, so familiar:
i am waiting for the wind to wake up
for the pelting rain to beat me senseless
because i am going to enter the maelstrom
i am going to stand in the middle of it
and raise my arms and scream at heaven
"Come ON, Come the hell ON, give it to me,
give me all you've got, 'cause I got nothing left!"
i can feel the energy that's behind that entire write lady......and, like I toldja': bring your ass down south woman, we'd be glad to have ya...
and I know my young ass ain't tellin' ya nothin' you ain't heard already, but Ima say it anywayz...lol....cause I can.....*muah*
“Change is the essence of life.Be willing to surrender what you are for what you could become.” -author unknown
"The key to change is to let go of fear." - Rosanne Cash
 
edit post: wrote this and left this on Looney's thread a long while back....but thought of it just now....and thought I'd bring it here too...in the midst of my insanity the love of my mother returned to me....and now in the midst of my momma #2's feelings of craziness I'm glad I can offer the same love....and peace will come to you too....
I was gonna find it or die
Scream, or cry
Tell the truth, or a lie
Wondered around without possession..
Insanity, my hearts only one, true, confession
So I screamed AND i cried
The truth I found within the lies
of others
And I was found by my mother
Heartache I couldn't say
Tears I couldn't hear
a touch I hadn't fealt in so long....
and through fear
I found
peace. | |
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Posted: 6/17/2008 7:18:54 PM | been reading alot, some Annie Proulx, some Anna Quindlen and came across this from Anna Quindlen today: " Look around at the azaleas making fuchsia star bursts in spring; look at the full moon hanging silver in a black sky on a cold night. And realize life is glorious, and that you have no business taking it for granted. Care so deeply about its goodness that you want to spread it around "
i shall shadow you
i shall be the isolated fog behind you
as the long dark night moves silently
through the velvet violet of dusk | |
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Posted: 6/18/2008 4:50:20 AM | i shall shadow you
i shall be the isolated fog behind you
as the long dark night moves silently
through the velvet violet of dusk
i shall image you
i shall be the camera capturing you
as an ocean holds the late light
on top of the whispering waves
i shall burn for you
i shall be the white beeswax on pure flame
like youth glistening in summer light
goldenly bronzed vermillion embered | |
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Posted: 6/18/2008 8:21:25 AM | like that one Swannie,
Red candles lit passions fire
Yellow will the Muse Inspire
Pink for my lovers tender kiss
Black to burn away the pain,
Green brings back natures delight
White for the souls true sight
Dance we now this Summers Eve
Bonfire Drum and tambourine
meet the sunrise golden dawn | |
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Posted: 6/18/2008 1:34:56 PM | A..... i forgot, what does the blue candle do???? been cleaning out the messy corners, found me a huge blue candle.... am gonna break out my spell book, see if I can change the wild winds of fate here....
YEEEKS
Gas is HOW MUCH???
Don't give a fvck!!!
Bette Midler in Vegas?
raunchy, raucus, rabidly ravishing Bette????
Watch out POF'ers - clear the left lane
This fat old lady is heading out on the highway
anyone want to meet me there???? LOL!!!! | |
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Posted: 6/18/2008 7:54:32 PM | | ME? thelma? louise? ummmmmm, with maybe $149,467 . 32 worth of plastic surgery....nope, more like Maude, without Harold..... Joon without Benny.... HOOCH without Turner..... yup, that's more like it!!!!!!!! | |
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Posted: 6/19/2008 6:32:10 AM | no, we gotta go pudgier....phillip seymour hoffman ala "randy" Flawless.... hey, i already met DeNiro... perfect!!!! LOL ( i went to the knitting factory and somehow got lost in the maze of streets in lower manhattan, pulled over to ask directions to the guy on the street corner with the dog..... it was DENIRO!!!!)
when i come back,
and ya gotta know
i AM coming back,
(if only to spite a few people)
i wanna be a guy who
wants to be a girl
who wants to be Streisand
who has got great wigs
and legs up to there
and finger nails to die for
and a closet full of boas
and stillettos and rhinestones
raucously parading across my
fabulous fake foam titties
(which by the way will
never sag) and best of
all i will be able to
pee standing up!!!! | |
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Posted: 6/19/2008 6:33:59 AM | lol.....niiiiiiice.....
well then i wanna come back as your "fag hag"
you can help me match my clothes
and pick out the correct hand bag
we'll paint the town fuschia
and go to every drag show in town
so i can watch my favorite fella
dance in a pretty gown
and we can have sleep overs
where we divulge our latest crush
and we'll get high until the wee hours of the mornin'
and our brains turn into mush
a fag and his hag are inseperable
as two folks could ever be
man...that'll be fun...but it would be even moreso
if I, too, could stand up to pee..
(I ONLY use this term "fag hag" b/c that's what my Best friend - who is a gay man - calls me.....it's a term that's excepted in the gay community where i come from...didn't wanna confuse, hurt, or disrespect anyone) | |
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Posted: 6/19/2008 7:00:44 AM | Yeah, let's do that Ash!!!!
distant music will drift
thru our windows
the taxis's horns
the city's growl
we'll eat chinese
or thai hot hot hot
and bribe asssholes
to stay away from our
pure sweet gambol
our voluptuous craving for life
off balance or careening
we care not for we will be strong
and only poetry will
be pressed out of our flesh | |
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Posted: 6/19/2008 9:31:06 AM | "only poetry will be pressed out of our flesh"
songs squeezed out of our sinew
lust poppping out of our eyeballs
and art will be fine ground out of our failed organs | |
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Posted: 6/19/2008 2:23:01 PM | The organ grinder waits
small money in red fez
connected with a silver chain
hovers round his legs
a smile crossed his face
while he sizes up the mark
A penny for your thoughts
tell your future
just cross my palm with silver
Oh it/s you
sorry come back another time
your fortunes been cut short
Just one of those days | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 4:21:01 PM | i know the feeling....
my skull
just heiroglyphics
unbraided
unicarnate
metamorphic?
uncompliant! | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 4:49:42 PM | | yannoh???? i'm kinda in a quandry here... i have just found out that very often it seems, there are some professional writers who are here, and stealing our words. and i, for one, who would love to someday have the nerve to start submitting some of my poems, just see no reason to continue to post here. | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 7:42:30 PM | I have only lately been talking to people on the pond here..... have been delighted to finally put the voice to the word or face i have been having fun with here.... and i guess i am totally such a moron. total moron. I never realized there are people on this forum with multiple identities, who post on one thread as one persona and then post on another thread as someone else, that there have been and continue to be professional writers here who are stealing our words and making a profit.... lots of people have been here quite a long time and know all the ins and outs of this slimey pond. Heck, everyone knows I was here once before...and chose to come back with a new name...... Heck, there are 8 other people I can point to who were ""BLUE"" here in 2007, but are ""RED"" here now... that's not what I am talking about... that is not the same as writing under one name over here and writing under another name over there..... and I wonder at the stupidity of people playing these games, what warped and twisted mindsets get such a kick out of deceiving others..... I just don't get it. And sometimes this proves to be hurtful...damage can be done . I just do not think I am going to write my writes anymore..... this thread is done.... I will comment to others, but keep it generic and as "unpoetic" as possible, because I think I have a right to my words, they were hard won, they were difficult to obtain, they were bought and paid for by ME and yes, do have a value only I should be able to exploit. This site could be gone tomorrow...Marcus could just get sick and tired of it, decide it isn't generating enough income for him..and poof it is gone, or he could sell it, I would think, and the new owner could decide the poetry forum is just too much trouble, all these petty squabbles, all the prima donnas getting their feather's ruffled....
And I am especially testy today because someone decided to blatantly word for word, no addition, subtraction, digression, just word for word post complete poems by others as their own.... and someone questioned me were they exactly as originally written and published? and yes, they are word for word just stolen completely....and that angers me, because if there was a momentary lapse of concentration and they did just forget to credit that author, they had a perfect chance to amend it when the owner of the thread commended her for her sensitivity and awareness of his culture.... and right then, she should have said, "Oops." yeah, been a bit embarassed, but immediately credit the author, and she chose not to, she went right on, in answer to the thread owner and stole another poem from another author....
we all have to some extent have words of others floating through our poetry....I use the same words over and over again, that were used in someone elses poetry... unfolding, folded, spooring, are favorites of mine, all running rampant in one of my favorite poets... i used a phrase "finely gilded porcelain plate" or words to that effect I know was an image i held inside of me from a poem I deeply loved.... I think I used an image, "corrugated light" in one of my poems recently.... and i wonder how much of all the poetry i have committed to memory does seep into my own poems, for I so love poetry, I would eat it, breathe it and wallow in it if it were at all physically possible.... and that is why it was so easy to me to pick up on that particular poetry because I have a life long connection to holocaust survivors, I volunteer at a Jewish Home for the aged to this day, and was given a cherished volume of poetry by holocaust survivors....... you do not take credit like this person did, you do not claim as yours that which was born from great suffering, degradation, misery of an entire race of people. | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 7:49:07 PM | | p.s. and my first time around here was so distressing, so upsetting i just wanted to hopefully be under the radar, not antagonize "certain people" who were determined to make my experience here miserable.... and I have assiduously avoided contact with those i distrust, with those i do not feel comfortable with, with those whose behaviors and gossiping were so distressing...heck, i'm a dolt. fine. let me be a dolt. if i want to be friends with certain people, that is my right, i get to form my own opinions about others, not anyone else. don't warn me, don't steer me, guide me, and tell tales out of school..... sooner or later, and with me, it is ALWAYS later, cause I am a dolt, the light bulb will go off. | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 7:54:54 PM | what a shame......................that someone would steal the words of others..........
but Swanie............................i do hope you continue to write your words.........
they bring joy and hope to many...............including myself................whoever is taking what does not belong to them will someday be held accountable for thier actions...........
..............it would be a awful loss to never be able to read your words...........D | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 10:39:23 PM | well, like i said to someone else tonite...i'm gonna dumb it down, stop nouning my verbs and verbing my nouns and chuck the adjectives..... but thanks for your support, you are as always a gentleman with such a giving heart.... in honor you and your goats, and because i adore goats, yes, i do...and because i have two friends now who have goats, I want to dedicate this poem to you both, you in california grizzy and A- in nova scotia: this is my absolute most favoritest goat poem in the entire world:
The Kid Goats of Jamil
by Taha Muhammad Ali
Jamil,
my father's cousin,
or neighbor in Saffuriyya,
married three wives
but had from them
neither a son to inherit his name
nor a daughter to refresh his heart.
Jamil, my father's cousin,
our neighbor in Saffuriyya,
owned a wide-eyed,
long-haired,
bond Damascene she-goat
that gave birth to six wooly kid goats
two days after he returned from Mecca;
their silken breath reminded you
of the childhood of the world!!
Jamil's kid goats
are creatures of another world;
Jamil and his three wives' kid goats
are six dough-smooth figures of dawn,
six baby stars escaping
the nursery of a star-filled sky. ( ME here: dont you just love this????)
Their shadows won't stand still.
Stones sleep.
Satan sleeps,
shooting stars and fish sleep,
but Jamil's kid goats never tire.
The wind rests,
but Jamil's kid goats
never grow drowsy.
They scale the archway,
leap over the log pile,
scramble up to the roof's edge,
and run around in the courtyard,
then down the path
between the storeroom
and the goat shed.
Their frisky movements dissolve
their coats' gay colors.
Their crazines simply goes crazy
on evenings when the almonds go green,
and with the return of the harvest moon.
The kid goats of Jamil and his three wives
leap out of the windows of their skin.
They sway, pounce, and dance
in the silvery fullness of the world,
like dangling lamps of mercury
being tugged at by puppy-sized jinn. (jinns are little demons, like leprechauns)
The newly arrived kid goats
filled the hearts of Jamil and his wives
with a rare, buoyant splendor;
they warmed their spirits
and spilled soft as velvet
into their home,
into the goat shed and onto the path,
perfuming the storeroom.
That pleasure was never limited
to the three wives;
the gladness was never restricted
to the blond, wide-eyed,
long-haired,
golden-hearted Damascene she goat;
the happiness was never confined to Jamil,
my father's cousin, our neighbor in Saffuriyya.
A bright, hopeful joy
spread out over the people,
over the village,
like the joy of the year's first rain.
Isn't that just the bestest poem ever??? EVER???? gosh how i wish i was living in that village, with those goats and with all that joy!!!! I am going to be with Taha this September and I just can't wait!!!!!! | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 11:09:21 PM | | Yes that was a great poem! It conveys a child- (what's the rest of the word, ish, like, umm) hood joy that is sometimes hard to remember. Made me smile! | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 11:18:26 PM | swanie....
'written by hank' told me of word stealing a while back..
he's a heck of a short story writer but no longer posts...
me? i'm not worried about anyone stealing my words...
they can have them..
but certainly understand those of you whose words are so brilliant...
yeah, it's fvcked...really...disgusting...
i forget that there are pricks out there...
and then get slapped on the side of the head...
damnit.
...pricks suck.... | |
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Posted: 6/21/2008 7:31:28 AM | Hey silver I found it disgusting that someone should post a poem without acknowledging the author and if she hadn’t know the author at least a title unknown author would have been good..
Especially one written about such a travesty...I may be a mongrel but part of my heritage is Jewish..I would have felt the same in any case.. Humanity had wrought such travesties all through its history. I would miss your words if you choose not to share..and as for myself
I write because deep inside I have all these emotions bottled up with no place to go..some are in paintings .. Some are in the notes I play when I sit at the piano.. But since I joined here they are scripted in cyber space..I know the emotions I place here.. I know where they come from..and if someone takes from them heck we all have the same emotions just expressed differently..and I don’t think I can ever stop what is part of me in one form or other..reminds me of music I used to play this piece can’t remember the spelling but close to it would be pagliaria....a classical piece...not even sure of the composer but the notes are the same as the animals version of House of the Rising Sun..the same notes but expressed differently ... a new twist a new insight...but taking word for word someone’s heart felt expression of a travesty I don’t tolerate..Its like stealing a piece of their soul..words like notes belong to everyone it’s the expression of them that is personal..Tried to send you a msg silver but I smoke so bad me...this site won’t let me..so I’m placing it here..hugggs | |
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