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Hermione69
Member
07-24-2002
| Sunday, August 01, 2004 - 10:56 am
That last poem has some punch, Gidget. I like it!
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Gidget
Member
07-28-2002
| Sunday, August 01, 2004 - 12:23 pm
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.
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Cindori
Member
07-25-2003
| Sunday, August 01, 2004 - 5:56 pm
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.
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Weinermr
Member
08-18-2001
| Sunday, August 01, 2004 - 9:42 pm
I love everyone's poetry. Thank you for sharing these things which are so intensely personal.
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Gidget
Member
07-28-2002
| Tuesday, August 10, 2004 - 1:35 pm
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
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Gidget
Member
07-28-2002
| Friday, August 13, 2004 - 8:21 pm
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.
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Cindori
Member
07-25-2003
| Wednesday, August 18, 2004 - 4:44 pm
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
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Gidget
Member
07-28-2002
| Monday, August 30, 2004 - 5:58 pm
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
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Gidget
Member
07-28-2002
| Monday, August 30, 2004 - 5:59 pm
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
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Gidget
Member
07-28-2002
| Monday, August 30, 2004 - 6:00 pm
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
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Gidget
Member
07-28-2002
| Monday, August 30, 2004 - 6:27 pm
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
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Zules
Member
08-21-2000
| Wednesday, September 01, 2004 - 10:25 am
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.
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Hermione69
Member
07-24-2002
| Wednesday, September 01, 2004 - 11:47 am
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!
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Zules
Member
08-21-2000
| Wednesday, September 08, 2004 - 11:44 am
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?
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Zules
Member
08-21-2000
| Friday, September 10, 2004 - 9:46 am
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
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Gidget
Member
07-28-2002
| Sunday, September 12, 2004 - 8:08 am
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.
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Karen
Member
09-07-2004
| Tuesday, September 14, 2004 - 11:42 am
(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.
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Karen
Member
09-07-2004
| Tuesday, September 14, 2004 - 11:48 am
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.
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Karen
Member
09-07-2004
| Tuesday, September 14, 2004 - 12:01 pm
(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.
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Cindori
Member
07-25-2003
| Wednesday, September 15, 2004 - 10:44 am
Karen, welcome to the Poetry thread! I particularly enjoyed the last one you posted. Good job. 
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Gidget
Member
07-28-2002
| Wednesday, September 15, 2004 - 6:04 pm
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
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Karen
Member
09-07-2004
| Thursday, September 16, 2004 - 11:18 am
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.
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Zules
Member
08-21-2000
| Wednesday, September 22, 2004 - 8:27 am
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. . . .
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Nickovtyme
Member
07-29-2004
| Sunday, September 26, 2004 - 7:01 pm
(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.)
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Cindori
Member
07-25-2003
| Monday, September 27, 2004 - 4:36 am
I like it, Nick . . please, post more. 
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