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Post by blueeyz on Oct 7, 2010 11:46:05 GMT -5
Very nice work, GP! Thank you for sharing it. I hope you continue to write and that it helps you through your slump. It feels good to be listened to...not just heard but listened to.
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Post by grumpypirate on Oct 10, 2010 22:43:02 GMT -5
Thank you blueeyz, it means so much to me to have people care about my work even when I doubt it. You are very kind and you are right it does feel good to be actually listened to.
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Post by keysunset on Oct 12, 2010 8:34:32 GMT -5
I'm late to the party, but I'll also say nice work GP. There was a lot of "soul" in those pieces. Thanks for sharing them.
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Post by keysunset on Oct 12, 2010 8:40:10 GMT -5
OK, if GP can share something she just wrote, then I will too. Though it's not nearly as thought provoking.
I found in a notebook last night a poem I wrote to amuse myself while waiting in a school carpool line 2-3 years ago. Here goes:
Sitting in a car pool,
There's no place to swim.
Just waiting out the minutes,
Until I take you in.
There'd be a hue and cry,
And just a little fuss,
If I refused this role,
And made you ride the bus.
But the bus is just a tin can,
And it's environment's not good,
So I'll wait my time in car pool,
I told you that I would.
You're looking for me in the car pool,
Where we're lined up in a row,
Moving forward, but now stopping,
In sun, rain, wind, or snow.
I'm reading all the bumper stickers,
And making little rhymes,
While sitting here in car pool,
Doing parent time.
Be gentle with me. I'm no poet, and don't I know it.
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Post by blueeyz on Oct 12, 2010 11:27:52 GMT -5
Keysunset, that's awesome!!  Cute, and I can relate, except I park and get out of the car, lol. Maybe I'll write a followup to yours later and post it...  |
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Post by bostongirl on Oct 12, 2010 18:32:13 GMT -5
Key, that was fun to read!!!! You are a poet  . Thanks for braving the public and sharing  Blue - I look forward to seeing what you come up with in the meantime, i am off to my private vault to find something to share. I am afraid most of this years work is a bit dark. Sort of resembles 2010 for me.... |
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Post by bostongirl on Oct 12, 2010 18:34:23 GMT -5
As promised dark, dark, dark.
Alone
Slowly creeping through the crevices
Of the open wounds of life
This poison known as loneliness
Smothering hope’s joyous white light
Is there anyone who can hold me?
And comfort me through this pain
I can’t see you, where are you?
Please grace me with your sweet love
Loneliness – life’s worst crime
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Post by grumpypirate on Oct 12, 2010 22:03:40 GMT -5
First off, thank you Key! Second, I loved your poem. As a kid who spent a good 11 years riding a bus I can tell you how much I would have loved my mom to pick me up from school each day. Boston, loneliness is awful. I've spent a good year dealing with it and there are just moment when it hits you and there's nothing you can do but wait for it to go away. Thank you for sharing.  |
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Post by blueeyz on Oct 13, 2010 1:46:38 GMT -5
OK, can't resist but head down the "dark" road like Liz, lol. Will still come up with something more lighthearted, but for now, I have a followup to Liz's piece (hope you don't mind, Liz, and nice work, BTW). Is "followup" even the right word for this? Oh well...here it is.
Together
Barely hanging by a thread
It’s the loss of contact that I dread
Falling softly…no one hears me
In my world that’s how it should be
Fading to a lovely black
Can’t go forward, can’t turn back
Spiraling, but in control
Deny me not, my strength of soul
I know how to hold on
And hold it all
Together.
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Post by bostongirl on Oct 14, 2010 12:51:32 GMT -5
GP - there is no denying loneliness that is for sure. I always find it curious when it happens while with friends or family. It just wont shake loose. Blue - thanks for the companion piece. Interesting twist on words. Holding it together. No other options available at this time. It has been quite a while since this thread has been active. I hope folks continue to share. It brightens my day  |
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Post by BBE on Oct 16, 2010 1:09:39 GMT -5
WOW WOW WOW!!!! So many wonderful new poems--bravo! And huge congratulations to Star and her family! I'm going to try to write a poem here on the spot. Let's see if it works..... "Reaching Out" In the dark night of your soul While poisons wracked your body And you thought no one knew you fell.... Across the miles, through the spirit realm Against all reason..... Your friend heard you fall. Knew you were in trouble Went frantic trying to find you Feared the worst, But prayed for hope and mercy For one whose burdens already Defied all human limits Of strength and endurance. How does one so battered By such a vicious foe Survive and raise her fist to the sky Saying, "NO, you won't take me from him!" "I vow to be there for him until the end!" How does another storm heaven and earth Saying, "NO, you won't take her yet! I will find her and send all my strength And prayers to her defense!" "I will fight for my friend, To honor the way she Has fought for him, and him, And them--the little ones Who have so little." How? You reached out To one whose heart no longer trusted strangers. To one who some shunned, while never bothering to know or understand her. On the surface, we appear so different But inside each of us beats the heart Of a woman warrior. How did you know? I'm so glad you did. Thank you, my friend. |
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Post by bostongirl on Oct 17, 2010 20:49:40 GMT -5
Nancy - the people in your poem are so very luck to have each other as friends.  |
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Post by bostongirl on Oct 17, 2010 20:50:23 GMT -5
There and Back
There was never any question
At least not to me
Firmly holding on to tomorrow
No other place to be
Fear and worry overtaking others
Not knocking on my door
Like watching an old movie
Is that me in the lead role?
The path back a road never travelled
New challenges at every turn
I never want to go back there
To hell and back again
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Post by bostongirl on Oct 18, 2010 17:56:25 GMT -5
This just came to me.
Dear Spider,
You are not one of my favorites
Honestly, you never have been
Your deadly actions of recent
Have not endeared you to me
I hear some consider you cute
I fail to see their view
My penchant for long slender legs
Is certainly not extended to you
Where are you now, I wonder?
Since committing your dastardly deed
I ask, was it really necessary?
To take such a deadly bite out of me
And now it is time to return the favor
Oh spider you are in for a treat
Raid in hand I will stalk you
When your death do us part – I will rejoice
Regards,
Me
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Post by BBE on Oct 18, 2010 22:06:26 GMT -5
[/IMG] [/quote] Yes, they are! |
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Post by BBE on Oct 18, 2010 22:07:59 GMT -5
This just came to me. Dear Spider, You are not one of my favorites Honestly, you never have been Your deadly actions of recent Have not endeared you to me I hear some consider you cute I fail to see their view My penchant for long slender legs Is certainly not extended to you Where are you now, I wonder? Since committing your dastardly deed I ask, was it really necessary? To take such a deadly bite out of me And now it is time to return the favor Oh spider you are in for a treat Raid in hand I will stalk you When your death do us part – I will rejoice Regards, Me I love it! |
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Post by blueeyz on Oct 19, 2010 1:37:15 GMT -5
Beautiful, Nancy. There's something to be said about writing on the spot...I find that when it's done "hard and fast," the fullness of the emotions come pouring out and can really be felt in the piece. Liz, I like "There and Back." Although we are told to live in the present, sometimes you really have to hold on to tomorrow. And "Dear Spider" is so funny! "My penchant for long slender legs is certainly not extended to you..."  When I was a little girl I was deathly afraid of daddy-longlegs. One afternoon I was looking under the couch for something and saw what looked like a fuzzy with some strands of hair attached. I thought it looked a little like a daddy-longleg but figured it was just my imagination. So I grabbed it, and noticed it appeared to be moving. Again, I thought it was my imagination. So I set it down.....and it crawled away. I SCREAMED and ran to the other side of the house even though my legs were numb. Well, guess what...after that episode, my fear of daddy-longlegs was GONE, forever! Freedom at last! Reach under the couch some day, Liz. |
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Post by bostongirl on Oct 19, 2010 20:53:51 GMT -5
Shelly, I am glad that I made you laugh, there can never be too much of that in this world. I love your story about the spider. It is curious how that happens sometimes. And i would like to say that this was really about a spider!!!! The darn thing nearly killed me!!!  |
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Post by starcrossed on Oct 22, 2010 12:00:58 GMT -5
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Post by starcrossed on Oct 22, 2010 12:17:59 GMT -5
I was just thinking about our environment and the world we live in...
Mother Earth
When I cry,
I often wonder if anyone can hear me...
For my tears appear to be words falling upon deaf ears.
I see my children...
They wake and sleep without thought of my welfare.
Sadness fuels my angry heart,
As sadness is the only fuel I can consume these days.
Seasons begin to change,
And I now begin to turn cold.
My appearance changes subtlety to those around me,
Yet under the surface I am already changed forever...
Never to be "undone".
Perhaps I should scream at the top of my lungs,
And demand to be heard!
Perhaps I should...
Do nothing,
But cry for all the things I wish I could say.
Tears fall...
My appearance changes further,
And yet my children don't see or care,
As they run out to play.
Tears continue to fall...
I yearn to feel nothing,
Yet I am thier Mother.
Mother Earth...
And to the world filled with my "children",
That title means nothing at all.
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