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Tishala
Member
08-01-2000
| Wednesday, July 21, 2004 - 6:27 pm
Gretel in Darkness Louise Gluck This is the world we wanted. All who would have seen us dead Are dead. I hear the witch's cry Break in the moonlight through a sheet of sugar: God rewards. Her tongue shrivels into gas.... Now, far from women's arms And memory of women, in our father's hut We sleep, are never hungry. Why do I not forget? My father bars the door, bars harm From this house, and it is years. No one remembers. Even you, my brother. Summer afternoons you look at me as though you meant To leave, as though it never happened. But I killed for you. I see armed firs, the spires of that gleaming kiln come back, come back-- Nights I turn to you to hold me but you are not there. Am I alone? Spies Hiss in the stillness, Hansel we are there still, and it is real, real, That black forest, and the fire in earnest.
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Landi
Member
07-29-2002
| Wednesday, July 21, 2004 - 6:27 pm
Someone by Landi I want someone I can laugh with, Someone I can cry to, Someone to run on the beach with Who'll lift me up and swing me in circles Until we both fall dizzy and laughing Like children In the warm, cream-colored sand, I want someone to read my poetry, To share a chocolate sundae with On a lazy summer day, Someone to splash in the tide with, Someone to pick flowers for And kick through the dry autumn leaves with, Someone to run through the puddles with After the rain. I want someone Whose birthday I can memorize Someone I can teach to make french fries, Someone to brush back the lock of hair That constantly falls in my eyes. I want someone I can lie in the cool green grass with, Someone who can see the same colors I do When he looks at a sunset. Someone to notice The new shirt I'm wearing, Someone to surprise me With a smile when mine is tired, Someone to nudge me awake When the commercial is over. I want someone To feel all the things I'm feeling Simply because I'm feeling them. i wrote this in 1985
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Gidget
Member
07-28-2002
| Wednesday, July 21, 2004 - 6:29 pm
That is so beautiful Landi... sniff
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Cindori
Member
07-25-2003
| Wednesday, July 21, 2004 - 6:35 pm
Landi, that is beautiful. I like it. Do you still write? Tish, I don't think I've ever read Louise Gluck . . she's great with imagery! Thank you for posting that!
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Cassie
Member
07-15-2000
| Wednesday, July 21, 2004 - 6:57 pm
Advice To My Son Peter Meinke(My First real Poetry Professor) The trick is, to live your days as if each one may be your last (for they go fast, and young men lose their lives in strange and unimaginable ways) but at the same time, plan long range (for they go slow; if you survive the shattered windshield and the bursting shell you will arrive at our approximation here below of heaven or hell). To be specific, between the peony and the rose plant squash and spinach, turnips and tomatoes; beauty is nectar and nectar, in a desert, saves-- but the stomach craves stronger sustaenance than the honied vine. Therefore, marry a pretty girl after seeing her mother; Show your soul to one man, work with another; and always serve bread with your wine. But son, always serve wine.
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Landi
Member
07-29-2002
| Wednesday, July 21, 2004 - 7:28 pm
thank you everyone. i still write. but "someone" is my favorite. i'll post more.
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Cassie
Member
07-15-2000
| Wednesday, July 21, 2004 - 7:48 pm
Did you ever find your someone, Landi? I hope you did 
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Texannie
Member
07-16-2001
| Thursday, July 22, 2004 - 8:30 am
I love all these!!!! I posted this on another thread, but my 14 year old son wrote this last year in LA. When We Turn Off the Light Small as a walnut, Big as a giant, We’re all the same size When we turn off the light. Rich as a monarch, Poor as a small mite, We’re all worth the same When we turn off the light. Smart as a genius, Dumb as a termite, We’re all just as bright When we turn off the light. Green, blue, or orange, Yellow, black, and white, We’re all the same color When we turn off the light. So maybe the way To make everything right, Is for God to reach out And turn off the light.
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Landi
Member
07-29-2002
| Thursday, July 22, 2004 - 9:24 am
notes to "someone": i wrote "someone" in 1985. at the time, i was seeing a guy for about 6 months, but i knew he wasn't the one. two years later i met my now-husband. i have been married to chuck (my "someone")for 16 years. he is my "someone". he always remembers to come wake me up in the middle of the night, when the first rain starts, so that we can go slow dance in it to "are the stars out tonight, i don't know if it's cloudy or bright, but i only have eyes for you...". he always holds me when i wake up with a nightmare. he always remembers that i like black licorice and olives and pistachios, and if he sees them, buys them for a surprise. he has always been there for me.
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Zules
Member
08-21-2000
| Thursday, July 22, 2004 - 9:26 am
Hey Landi! I have seen your poem before! In fact, I think I still have it at home somewhere and I've had it for a long time. Wonderful to see it again and wonderful to hear that you found your someone!
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Jan
Member
08-01-2000
| Thursday, July 22, 2004 - 9:30 am
WOW landi, he does sound like a special someone. Hang onto him!! great poem btw
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Landi
Member
07-29-2002
| Thursday, July 22, 2004 - 9:39 am
zules, i sold "someone" to a poetry magazine a long time ago. i made a big $100! i can't believe that it was actually read by a person i know. that is so cool! i used to write alot more, (i can be very melancholy at times in my writing), but can't seem to write as much since i've been married and have holly.
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Zules
Member
08-21-2000
| Thursday, July 22, 2004 - 9:44 am
Landi, it's beautiful. I, for one, am so happy you sold it. It's meant a lot to me over the years.
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Cindori
Member
07-25-2003
| Friday, July 23, 2004 - 4:29 am
In but a moment You can Turn around Run away Embrace the evil Face the day Help a stranger Hurt a lover Lose a friend Make another Find compassion Search for meaning Seek the truth Fight a demon Cleanse your soul Feed your ego Forgive yourself Learn to let go Trust your instincts Share your sorrow Smile with feeling Wait for tomorrow.
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Gidget
Member
07-28-2002
| Friday, July 23, 2004 - 10:40 am
Each drop of rain that falls On this dreary, storm swept day Reflects another being in pain. Can the heavens really be crying for me? Dear God I'm losing my sanity.
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Ophiliasgrandma
Member
09-04-2001
| Friday, July 23, 2004 - 6:52 pm
Texannie, I though your son's poem was wonderful, so deep!
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Landi
Member
07-29-2002
| Saturday, July 24, 2004 - 7:25 pm
to touch, to hold, to wrap my arms upon these things I wish to have if only for one moment for a lifetime..i'd give my soul for all the items of pain don't I deserve this? shouldn't this be my dream? how do I erase the memories and achieve all I desire? arms holding me in the night sweet gentle kisses to awake to a smile when mine is tired love forever and always
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Gidget
Member
07-28-2002
| Sunday, July 25, 2004 - 1:37 pm
Convinced someday my prince will come I keep kissing frogs. The last one that I tried to hug Morphed into a hedgehog. Heh!
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Gidget
Member
07-28-2002
| Sunday, July 25, 2004 - 2:03 pm
Match! Game! Set! You got me. I didnt stand a chance. But I wont take this lying down, I used to love to dance. One! Two! Three! Some... more. All fond memories, Of days and nights spent in a lie. Explain it to me please. Rock! Paper! Scissors! Heh, you win. A new phase yet again. Crying for the counterfeit love, But more so for the friend.
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Cindori
Member
07-25-2003
| Monday, July 26, 2004 - 9:06 am
Lord Byron One of my all time favorites . . . She Walks In Beauty She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade more, one ray less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!
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Gidget
Member
07-28-2002
| Friday, July 30, 2004 - 12:21 pm
we used to talk so easily bout every little thing now every conversation has a stiff unnatural ring i understand you're busy i have a new life too still every now and then you call i miss the old you we drifted from each other so gradually one day we woke up facing strangers it's sad we ended up this way
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Gidget
Member
07-28-2002
| Sunday, August 01, 2004 - 6:27 am
I woke up rather sudden In the grips of a bad dream Wondering if it was prophetic Or my psyche letting off steam. Does it count to be a nightmare If it's already light The terror's just as scary Whether day or night Lightening and thunder Is crashing round my head I'm thinking very seriously Bout crawling back to bed.
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Mocha
Member
08-12-2001
| Sunday, August 01, 2004 - 8:59 am
This is one of my favorite poems because of the last 2 lines. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost. Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it's queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there's some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
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Cindori
Member
07-25-2003
| Sunday, August 01, 2004 - 9:53 am
Mocha, I was just thinking of that poem this morning. Thank you so much for posting it.
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Gidget
Member
07-28-2002
| Sunday, August 01, 2004 - 10:48 am
Pardon me for marveling at your stupidity. Pardon me for taking you at your word. Pardon me for not having a scotch guarded heart. Pardon me for making this more absurd. Pardon me for wanting a little dignity. Pardon me for expecting you to care. Pardon me for being more than a little naive. Pardon me for demanding you play fair. Pardon me for mistaking your ongoing interest. Pardon me for having trouble letting go. Pardon me for trying to make you understand. Pardon me for continuing to love you even so.
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