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Hermione69
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07-24-2002

Sunday, August 01, 2004 - 10:56 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
That last poem has some punch, Gidget. I like it!

Gidget
Member

07-28-2002

Sunday, August 01, 2004 - 12:23 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Thank you Hermione. I was a little shy at first to post them here but a few people encouraged me. Hopefully what I lack in talent and technique I make up for with emotion. As you said somewhere about writing being cathartic... the poetry is doing that for me.

Cindori
Member

07-25-2003

Sunday, August 01, 2004 - 5:56 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Tempest

Today the storm is looming
The wind is howling at my door
The atmosphere is heavy
With the scent of an imminent downpour.

There’s a light in the distance
A promise of better days to come -
But today I’m all but broken
I can’t recall the warmth of the sun.

Sometime the clouds will clear
There will come an end to sorrow
But today I hurt; today my goal
Is only to make it to tomorrow.


Weinermr
Member

08-18-2001

Sunday, August 01, 2004 - 9:42 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
I love everyone's poetry. Thank you for sharing these things which are so intensely personal.

Gidget
Member

07-28-2002

Tuesday, August 10, 2004 - 1:35 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
if i close my eyes i can still feel your touch
your fingertips tentative, reverent
and i am in awe the way we connect
exploring
bringing to life
taking knowledge
moving more surely without words
but not without sound
hearts opening
essence exposed
you bite your lip
i smell your lust, you taste my desire
pleasure expressed
in staggered breaths
and i open my eyes


Gidget
Member

07-28-2002

Friday, August 13, 2004 - 8:21 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
In just one day it all became clear
All the months of questioning and doubt
And I’ll never know for sure
Who played which role
All I know is I am out.

I’m a big girl I know the score
I’ve seen the ugly side of life up close
But never in my wildest dreams
Did I ever imagine
So many sorrows.

So I am torn now as the last player has
Made a sweeping entrance on to the stage
And what part she really plays
Thinking perhaps back away
Rather than engage.

But before I go there is one special person
I would like to single out and thank
Because if it hadn’t of been for her
I would have wound up too
Just another skank.

That is not to say she has any redeeming qualities
It is merely an accident that she kept me
Off balance just often enough
To make me really think
And stay angry.

I am truly torn about the one player I have
Only met through the other’s words
On the one hand I think she has
It the worst of all
But that could be backwards.

It is entirely possible that the entire vignette was
Played out entirely for her amusement
But the insanity of it all defies
Any logic that I know
At least I was piquant.

Finally, finally, finally I am finally free from
Something I feared would never end
You’re angry now, too bad
You never were nor would you ever be
Any kind of a friend.


Cindori
Member

07-25-2003

Wednesday, August 18, 2004 - 4:44 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
I walk alone, my footfalls soft
Don’t disturb the balance.
A precarious perch
On a delicate stand
Always waiting
Always watching
Afraid to bend
More afraid to break
My voice fails me
Though I’ve not tried to speak
Sometimes one should just know
Without being told
There’s only so much I can do
And the silence is deafening

Gidget
Member

07-28-2002

Monday, August 30, 2004 - 5:58 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Nature Walk One

it is not too late for flowers
but soon they all will die
i feel the winter coming
and it makes me want to cry

i know about renewal
i know it is a must
i also know that one day
this will all be dust

what makes us keep on going
what makes us want to live
what makes us see tomorrow
and makes us want to give


Gidget
Member

07-28-2002

Monday, August 30, 2004 - 5:59 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Nature Walk Two

once upon a time
in a land far away
i saw the birth
of a glorious
promise

she emerged from
her cocoon, wings
still wet and unsure
but she flew
in time

flitting from flower
to flower tasting
the sun on her
back warm
safe

her newborn beauty
a wonder to
behold inspiring
awing me us
both learning

once upon a time
in a land far away
i saw the death
of a glorious
promise

another creature
equally deserving
but much more
cunning and
hungry

unawares my pretty
flew into the web
and was lost
she struggled
too late

i wanted to save
her but didnt know
how till someone
wise told me
such is nature


Gidget
Member

07-28-2002

Monday, August 30, 2004 - 6:00 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Nature Walk Three

i looked for a diversion
a way to clear my mind
i thought my little walk
would leave my troubles behind

i didnt stay out long
an hour was suffice
because i found the answer
by rewinding a bit of life

i did something i havent done
in way too many a year
i shimmied up a big old tree
grinning ear to ear

i edged my way out on a branch
and hung me upside down
i figured from that vantage point
i was smiling in spite of the frown

and oddly enough it seemed to work
i almost understand
by looking a creation's majesty
nothing is really in my hand


Gidget
Member

07-28-2002

Monday, August 30, 2004 - 6:27 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
a soft sigh
a tickle
a giggle
a knowing smile
a mystery
a cherished memory
a flash
a gift
a private gesture
a plan
a healing touch
a night
a day
a sweet word
a promise
a shared life
a dream
a reality
a true love
a miracle


Zules
Member

08-21-2000

Wednesday, September 01, 2004 - 10:25 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Warning - Jenny Joseph

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.



Hermione69
Member

07-24-2002

Wednesday, September 01, 2004 - 11:47 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
I just showed this poem to my coworker at the end of the last school year. She liked it so much she asked me to print her a copy. I LOVE this poem!

Zules
Member

08-21-2000

Wednesday, September 08, 2004 - 11:44 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
I just posted this in the Teacher thread but thought you peeps over here in the poetry thread might like it too.

Here's one by one of my very favorite spoken word poets. I suggest reading it outloud and with a little attitude:

What Teachers Make, or
You can always go to law school if things don't work out
By Taylor Mali
www.taylormali.com

He says the problem with teachers is, "What's a kid going to learn
from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?"
He reminds the other dinner guests that it's true what they say about
teachers:
Those who can, do; those who can't, teach.

I decide to bite my tongue instead of his
and resist the temptation to remind the dinner guests
that it's also true what they say about lawyers.

Because we're eating, after all, and this is polite company.

"I mean, you're a teacher, Taylor," he says.
"Be honest. What do you make?"

And I wish he hadn't done that
(asked me to be honest)
because, you see, I have a policy
about honesty and ass-kicking:
if you ask for it, I have to let you have it.

You want to know what I make?

I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.
I can make a C+ feel like a Congressional medal of honor
and an A- feel like a slap in the face.
How dare you waste my time with anything less than your very best.

I make kids sit through 40 minutes of study hall
in absolute silence. No, you may not work in groups.
No, you may not ask a question.
Why won't I let you get a drink of water?
Because you're not thirsty, you're bored, that's why.

I make parents tremble in fear when I call home:
I hope I haven't called at a bad time,
I just wanted to talk to you about something Billy said today.
Billy said, "Leave the kid alone. I still cry sometimes, don't you?"
And it was the noblest act of courage I have ever seen.

I make parents see their children for who they are
and what they can be.

You want to know what I make?

I make kids wonder,
I make them question.
I make them criticize.
I make them apologize and mean it.
I make them write.
I make them read, read, read.
I make them spell definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful, definitely
beautiful
over and over and over again until they will never misspell
either one of those words again.
I make them show all their work in math.
And hide it on their final drafts in English.
I make them understand that if you got this (brains)
then you follow this (heart) and if someone ever tries to judge you
by what you make, you give them this (the finger).

Let me break it down for you, so you know what I say is true:
I make a goddamn difference! What about you?


Zules
Member

08-21-2000

Friday, September 10, 2004 - 9:46 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
The last scene from A Midsummer Night's Dream

Puck:

If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.

William Shakespeare



Gidget
Member

07-28-2002

Sunday, September 12, 2004 - 8:08 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
I've always had impeccable timing.
And now I am out of synch.
I've never waited for anything.
And now you require me to think.

And I wait.

I've always gotten just what i wanted.
And everything went my way.
I've never had to make an effort.
And despite that I continue to stay.

And I wait.

I've always found love to be easy
And I thought that was how it should be
I've never needed a plan
And the concept is new to me.

And I wait.

I've always seen us as perfection
And I am sure you see it too
I've never counted the minutes, the years
And now each second brings me closer to you.

And I wait.


Karen
Member

09-07-2004

Tuesday, September 14, 2004 - 11:42 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
(I wrote this for my boyfriend after we had been together, oh, about a month. We have one of those love-at-second-sight relationships, we knew from day 2 that we were meant to be together, and now, we're at four years...)

Lord of my world
trapped between me and the curtain which veils the truth of me
I love you the way I love myself
unselfishly, without any motivation other than the breath of tomorrow.
Like the tide of a deserted island beach
sacred and beautiful yet
visible only to a selcet chosen few
You, my love, are my chosen.
Where i found you i know not
and where i am going to leave you i dare not know
but for now i know that you are all that i neeed
as long as you are with me.

You are the truth that i have searched my whole life for
after a lifetime of lies and mistrust I have stumbled upon you,
not without effort, but still,
without ever really trying
And we both think we know what the future holds
and i think we both know that we are right
if only we can hang on that long
to the love that we have found
beneath the stars
among the clouds

i dreamed of you once, on a night long ago,
only it wasn't a dream
but a memory of the life we shared
in time and a place i don't remember
and then i have visions of tomorrow
and the next day
and i think i scare you from time to time
so maybe i should stop.


Karen
Member

09-07-2004

Tuesday, September 14, 2004 - 11:48 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Five years ago, I took the train across the country, from Montreal to Vancouver. I'd been exploring Montreal and was not looking forward to coming home to BC; i had convinced myself that there was nothing for me in Vancouver. (see the previous poem for proof that I was wrong about that!)

Canada Via VIA

It’s suppertime in Montreal, I leave three months behind
This nagging voice that calls me home is weighing on my mind
To stay or go, to love or hate, is what I can’t decide
‘See you soon, my cherished friend’, I did not say goodbye.

It’s midnight in Toronto and this marble floor is cold
The pages in my journal still await my tales untold
Save them for another day, this heartache’s getting old
Tomorrow I will leave to live the dream the devil sold.

Somewhere outside Winnipeg, the clock says six-fifteen
And everywhere I’m going feels like where I’ve always been
Today I’ll write the stories of the things I’ve done and seen,
Though after all is said and done, I’ll still just be nineteen.

It’s three a.m. in Saskatoon when I get off the train,
I let the night attack my lungs and seep into by brain
The moonlight on the snow and sky reminds me yet again
That even though I’m going back, I can’t afford to stay.

The mountains grow in Jasper come the middle of the day
I’ve lost all track of time, it seems; the sky is turning grey
And through a fog of boredom I can hear the voices say
‘You’ve lived this life for far too long, child. Come outside and play.’

Soon I’ll reach Vancouver and I’ll crawl into my bed
With thoughts and dreams of yesterday still dancing in my head
My soul has been restored although my spirit still feels dead
And so tonight I say a prayer that I can live that life again.


Karen
Member

09-07-2004

Tuesday, September 14, 2004 - 12:01 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
(hope you guys don't mind that I've jumped into this thread... it's nice to be able to share with like-minded folk...)

Always On My Mind

Well, I can't say my life turned out in just the way I planned
and maybe down the road someday, I'll need a helping hand
Cause I'm tired of all the sh!t I've seen and the things I'm forced to do
But after all is said and done, I'll be coming home to you.
I've had my share of love affairs and my fill of one-night stands
But I just can't seem to find the road back where it all began
And if I need a place where I can go when I have nowhere to go
what it all comes down to, you're the only home I know.

Cause it's you I met on the road of life, and it's you I leave behind
and if I stay too long this time, I'm bound to lose my mind
I'm looking for the rainbow I'm never going to find
but as I walk away, please know, you're always on my mind.


I once believed my life would be a fairy tale of sorts
but twist and turn along the way, and I lost that dream, of course.
Somehow I will make it through the fire and the flame
and I'll come out on the other side but my heart won't be the same.
Cause I broke a lot of promises, and I told a lot of lies
Seems these days I pay the price, guess it comes as no surprise
But you stood by me through all the good, and you helped me through the bad
Looking back on all those years, you were the only strength I had.

Cause it's you I met on the road of life, and it's you I leave behind
and if I stay too long this time, I'm bound to lose my mind
I'm looking for the rainbow I'm never going to find
but as I walk away, please know, you're always on my mind.


Cindori
Member

07-25-2003

Wednesday, September 15, 2004 - 10:44 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Karen, welcome to the Poetry thread!

I particularly enjoyed the last one you posted. Good job.

Gidget
Member

07-28-2002

Wednesday, September 15, 2004 - 6:04 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Nothing but time to think
Pushing back onto the emptiness
Falling but not fast
Kind of floating
Impossible to explain

Dying with every last breath
Existence beyond the surreal
Wondering what comes next
Not really caring
Expecting more of the same

Hearing well spoken words
Listening to be polite
Taking up precious space
Offering nothing
Promising only more pain


Karen
Member

09-07-2004

Thursday, September 16, 2004 - 11:18 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
tell me you need me
tell me I'm loved
tell me my heart soars
on the wings of a dove
i won't cry tonight, love
i'll watch the world die
i'll wait until morning
when you're not at my side
and then i will stand tall
alone with my fear
and i'll dream of the past, love
of the days you were here
and when i'm without you
i'll learn to go on
i'll ignore all the heartache
of knowing you're gone
and someone will love you
much better than I
but tonight, though i'm lonely,
no, love, i won't cry.

Zules
Member

08-21-2000

Wednesday, September 22, 2004 - 8:27 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
After a While
By Veronica A. Shoffstall

After a while you learn the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and
company doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes open,
with the grace of an adult,
not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure . . .
that you really are strong,
and you really do have worth.
And you learn and you learn . . .
with every good-bye you learn. . . .



Nickovtyme
Member

07-29-2004

Sunday, September 26, 2004 - 7:01 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
(Hey, mind if I join in? Several years ago, I got on a poetry kick and wrote a bunch of poems. I'll post this first and see what kind of reaction I get.)

The Light

In my life I had thought
In my journey's I have sought
but never did I truly find
thus, my heart was in a bind.

I stumbled blindly as I walked
the darkness and the shadows stalked
but then you came to rescue me
now my heart is truly free.

So now I place it in your hand
to have, to hold, protect command
I do this freely...with no thought
My heart for you...it's all I've got.

Please, shelter in within your palm
my words for you, this written psalm.
Hold it close and not forget,
into your hands, my heart I set.

Know my love for you will grow...
my heart is in the safest place I know.


(written by a young man who thought he was in love.)

Cindori
Member

07-25-2003

Monday, September 27, 2004 - 4:36 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
I like it, Nick . . please, post more.