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Cindori
Member

07-25-2003

Monday, July 12, 2004 - 9:17 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
I love poetry, both to read and write. I thought perhaps others might, too . . . so, if you have any, original or not, that you particularly like or want to share, please do so here!

I wrote this today . . .

A baseball shirt, a smooth ballpoint pen,
Clean sheets, finding an instant friend.
Smarties, or anything for my sweet tooth,
Cartwheels, a skill from my forgotten youth.
An internet community full of geeks like me,
A blank piece of paper full of possibility.
A three hour phone call with still more to say,
A warm fuzzy blanket on a cold winter day.
Long hot baths and candles with scents,
The joy and wonder of a child’s innocence.
Chocolate is a good one, peanut butter, too,
And though I won’t eat it, the smell of beef stew.
Bright blue skies with cotton candy clouds,
Driving alone and singing out loud.
Thunderstorms and fresh cut grass,
Sunlight reflecting on multi-faceted glass.
A weekday evening with nothing to do,
Or one of my favorites, a new pair of shoes.
A virtual hug, a three year old’s kiss,
Checking something off of my to-do list.
Just a few things of importance to me,
Where I can find comfort, and with it, peace.


Cindori
Member

07-25-2003

Monday, July 12, 2004 - 9:20 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
And two more that I'd written and posted elsewhere . . .

The Angel in the Mirror

Another day
Another dime
Seems all I do
Is waste my time.
Always searching
Always yearning
Always looking
Around the bend
Never happy
Never fine
Always waiting
For it to end.
The angel in the mirror
Doesn’t know
How far the devil in the depths
Will go
It’s only right
To feel the pain
It’s only right
To refrain
From reaching out
And taking a hand
From calling a name
Asking to understand
The tears that shatter
Before they’re shed
Don’t speak the secrets
They sing instead
The devil in the depths
Doesn’t know
How far the angel in the mirror
Will go
Hiding the anger
Feeding the sorrow
Holding on
For another tomorrow.

Words on Paper

How can I find the words
To put on paper
The words that lay bare my soul
I can’t even speak them
Much less place them on paper
To find a life of their own
In black and white
Never to return
But never to escape
The words on paper
Haunt me
Even when burnt
Shredded
Torn
They swirl about me
Finding crevices
In the armor
To weave their pain
The spoken words
Fly into nothing
Leaving only a shadow
Easily hidden
The words on paper
Hide nothing.


Cindori
Member

07-25-2003

Tuesday, July 13, 2004 - 6:46 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Ode to a Word Dinosaur

I have this odd
Obsession
Compulsion
Preoccupation
With words.
I enjoy their
Rhythm
Cadence
Pulse
To distraction.
I appreciate
Various
Diverse
Miscellaneous
Idioms.
It’s amazing how
Fulfilling
Gratifying
Satisfying
A word can be.
There’s always the
Perfect
Pristine
Consummate
Word for an occasion.
Sometimes, I drive myself
Crazy
Batty
Daft
Searching for a word.
But then, it’s a short trip. :o)


Rupertbear
Member

09-19-2003

Tuesday, July 13, 2004 - 8:05 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
(((hugs)))

Cindori
Member

07-25-2003

Wednesday, July 14, 2004 - 6:42 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Untitled

Yearning for the answer just out of reach.
Close my eyes for the softest whisper
Only to hear a resounding roar
Flashes, passionate, flickering light
Electricity crackling through my fingertips
Pounding, pulsing, cleansing,
Drenched through to my soul
Wet, warm, rivulets run across my skin
Arms raised to the heavens, inviting, beseeching,
Throbbing, dancing, liberating
As the rain comes pouring down.


Ophiliasgrandma
Member

09-04-2001

Wednesday, July 14, 2004 - 9:20 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Wow, Cindori, however, you seem so sad. I loved the first poem, so full of life and hope. The others, although very good to my untrained ear, were sort of heartbreaking. I want all my friends to have a measure of peace.

Cindori
Member

07-25-2003

Wednesday, July 14, 2004 - 9:27 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
OG, for some reason it's a lot easier for me to convey dark emotions in a poem than lighter ones, such as joy. Sometimes what comes out on paper isn't what I'm consciously feeling, you know? For example, the day I wrote Words on Paper I was feeling incredibly upbeat.

I'm glad that they made you feel, though, since that's my intent. And thank you for thinking they're good!

Ophiliasgrandma
Member

09-04-2001

Wednesday, July 14, 2004 - 9:33 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Yes, you paint very good word picture. I can hardly wait for more of your work.

I can't stand 'poets' who are so obtuse that little old ignorant me can't get what it is they are trying to convey. That's just a waste of their ink and of my time.

Cindori
Member

07-25-2003

Wednesday, July 14, 2004 - 9:36 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Well, OG, as long as I know I have one reader, I'll continue posting them. Thank you again.

Ophiliasgrandma
Member

09-04-2001

Wednesday, July 14, 2004 - 1:02 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Bring em on!

Jan
Member

08-01-2000

Thursday, July 15, 2004 - 8:49 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Thanks to the updater thread for letting me find this thread.

You are very good Cindori IMHO. I can so feel the emotions in your poems.

I can't write poetry at all but I found this one the other day. IT was written by a "boy" I had just broken up with (in a mean way) in 1970 when I was very very young. When I read it the other day, I was surprised at how well he knew me in this poem:


Tender

Tender was her smile
and soft the passive eyes
that carried forth a
mood of sheer indifference.

Could it be she did not
care or was it that
she cared not to give,
having learned that giving
brought such pain.

Tender was the heart
hidden by a wall so high
could time and tender
be the cure.


Cindori
Member

07-25-2003

Thursday, July 15, 2004 - 8:58 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
I like that a lot, Jan. Very feeling.

Thank you for the compliments. It really means a lot to me that other people like my poetry. I tend to not have a whole lot of confidence that it's any good!

Please, post more!

Jan
Member

08-01-2000

Thursday, July 15, 2004 - 11:33 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
It's funny that people can be so self conscious of things they do so well (here I am talking about you and your poetry :-):-)). I know nothing about poetry of course, never read it, never buy it..but I know that I like what you wrote and might read more if more of it was likes yours!!!

I had a friend who could remember ever poem she ever read. I was always so impressed with that. The only one that ever stuck in my mind ..and I only remember the first two lines and the last two lines:

Margaret are you grieving
over goldengrove unleafing


...

Tis the fate that man was born for.
It is Margaret you mourn for.

Cindori
Member

07-25-2003

Thursday, July 15, 2004 - 11:48 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Thank you, Jan. I'll try to post more.

Here's your poem in its entirety.

Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! as the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you will weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow's springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.

-- Gerard Manley Hopkins


Ophiliasgrandma
Member

09-04-2001

Thursday, July 15, 2004 - 12:07 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Now, Cindori, that is the type of poem that causes my eyes to cross and I zone out.

Cindori
Member

07-25-2003

Thursday, July 15, 2004 - 12:13 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Yeah, OG, I'm not all that fond of that type myself, although some of them do speak to me.

Zules
Member

08-21-2000

Thursday, July 15, 2004 - 12:16 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Excellent stuff everyone!

Here's one I like by Jim Morrison:

Old men worship w/ long
noses, old soulful eyes.
Young girls worship,
exotic, indian, w/ robes
who make us feel foolish
for acting w/ our eyes.
Lost in the vanity of the senses
which got us where we are.
Children worship but seldom
act at it. Who needs
temples & couches & T.V.

We can do it on a sunny
floor w/ friends & make
any sound or movement
that comes. Roll on our
backs screaming w/ mirth
glad in the guilt of our
madness. Better to be
cool in our worship &
gain the respect of the
ancient & wise wearing
those robes. They know
the secret of mind-change
reality.

Jan
Member

08-01-2000

Thursday, July 15, 2004 - 12:27 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
LOL Cindori...now I see why I never remember the rest of that poem! I only remember the lines that make sense and are relevant to me :-):-)

Cindori
Member

07-25-2003

Thursday, July 15, 2004 - 12:46 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Jan, I think I'll forget it, too!

Here's another one of mine:

A public façade for private pain
Seems to be a common way
Of allowing others to be close,
But never to let them know
The real face behind the name.
But what happens when
One manages to creep in
Going over the wall
And learning it all
Only to retreat in the end?
Or if one gives in to the act
Believing it to be fact
Forgetting the start
The pain in one’s heart
To leave the image intact.
Destined to obscurity
Rife with disparity
Incremental
Incidental
Sublime with ambiguity.


Jan
Member

08-01-2000

Thursday, July 15, 2004 - 12:59 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
My God Cindori. I didn't know you knew me well enough to write poems about me!

That is wonderful and I will copy it to my word file on quotations if you don't mind?

Cindori
Member

07-25-2003

Thursday, July 15, 2004 - 1:03 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Jan, you made me smile! Good job! I'll have to see if I can discern more information to write about you.

Of course, you can copy it. I generally sign them at the bottom with a G if you'd do that for me.

Zules
Member

08-21-2000

Monday, July 19, 2004 - 1:42 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
The Daffodils - William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A Poet could not be but gay
In such a jocund company!
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.


Cindori
Member

07-25-2003

Monday, July 19, 2004 - 1:46 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Lovely, Zuly dahling. Of course, I like him a lot anyway, but that one is fab.

Thanks for posting it!

Ophiliasgrandma
Member

09-04-2001

Monday, July 19, 2004 - 2:08 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Wordsworth and Cindori...my kind of poets!

If I can't understand what I'm reading, it's just a waste of my time. Why try to make it so hard, when with less effort/a little more effort I can leave the poem with understanding and not frustration.

Cindori
Member

07-25-2003

Wednesday, July 21, 2004 - 4:48 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
To My Daughter


No, he’s not a horse,
So please don’t try to ride the dog.
Baby, we’re outside
Could you put your pants back on?
There’s not a dragon in the closet
Or a ghost in the bath.
Sure, we can play tickle monster
I love it when you laugh.
No, four isn’t quite grown up
You’ll still have to hold my hand.
I don’t want you to rush it
And sometime you’ll understand.
Don’t put your toes in the VCR
Here, I’ll kiss it better.
Let me brush your pretty hair
I’ll let you hug me forever.
Don’t feed your cookies to the dogs
Yes, I know they like them.
Oh, how my heart smiles when
You tell me I’m your best friend.
Let’s sing a favorite song
And dance around the room
I know you like Happy Birthday
But can we pick another tune?
We can go catch lightning bugs
The moon is really bright
Sure, you can stay up with me
We can enjoy the night.
I’ll count the stars with you
For a little while, at least
But soon after we sit down
You start to fall asleep.
I swing and watch the sky
And I begin to see
All the things I would have missed
If God hadn’t given you to me.