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What Happened to the Poets?

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Karen
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09-07-2004

Thursday, June 08, 2006 - 5:23 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post Send Karen a private message Print Post    
Hiya Gidget!

Sorry, think this one might need a bit of insight. I just found myself free from the 1-week-long houseguest from hell. LONG, LONG story short, she's my best friend from high school, one of those, "I love you, BUT, I can't stand you" kind of relationships at this point. My nerves are so fried after a week of her here...

I had to pull this out. I wrote it one day about five years ago WHILE I was on the phone with her (gives you an idea of how much she talks!). I was going through a very difficult time, and she was going on and on (I remember this clearly) about some guy from Greenpeace who dared interrupt her day by coming to speak to her college class that day. I apologize for the blue language.... she can make me pull out all the stops sometimes.


incessant rambling
who the f*** cares about
the simplicities of your life
when i can't even figure out
my own f****d up mind?

you talk and talk
and expect me to listen
to the ongoing s***
interfering with your pathetically selfish world

you waste my f***ing time
blabbing into a rotting ear
that doesn't really give a s*** about
what the voice on the other end is saying

do i have time to listen to you whine about
your life, and how it's not as perfect as it was supposed to be
as if you're too good to face yourself
and play the g**d*mn cards you were dealt?

did you ever ask my permission
to occupy precious hours of my day
with a thousand stories of a dream world
that i don't care to understand?
did you ever ask my permission
to waste my precious time?
please stop wasting my time

Gidget
Member

07-28-2002

Sunday, June 11, 2006 - 3:19 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post Send Gidget a private message Print Post    
I completely understand Karen. I used to have a friend like that. I ducked her calls and eventually stopped returning them all together because I couldnt take anymore 3 hour phone marathons.

Cindori
Member

07-25-2003

Tuesday, June 13, 2006 - 9:18 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post Send Cindori a private message Print Post    
He’s not one for many words,
So when he speaks, you listen.
His speech is slow and deliberate,
But his eyes are full of thoughts
And his humor is quick-witted.
He walks tall, but doesn’t have to
Make his presence felt.
He has a soldier’s bearing
Though it’s been a long while
Since he’s called the Air Force home.
Ever watchful and protective,
And generous to a fault.
He’ll give until he has none,
But he’ll tell you what you need to do
To make it on your own.
He’s full of vinegar,
And fire,
And laughter,
And love.
I can see him –
with his dog in the crook of his arm,
ambling off into the distance,
going home to Dixie . . .



My uncle Ronald was recently released from the hospital into hospice care. He has liver cancer and undetermined amount of time left. He's anxious to rejoin his wife, Dixie, but still unwilling to leave his family behind. This poem is for him.

Gidget
Member

07-28-2002

Tuesday, June 13, 2006 - 3:32 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post Send Gidget a private message Print Post    
I am sorry about your Uncle, Cin. Quite coincidentally I was writing about mortality tonight.

Fragile species
Arrogant ignorance
Not me
No never
Cant be

Mortal reprise
Layered over hard stance
Not me
No never
Cant be

Deftly strip teased
Scattered purely by chance
Not me
No never
Cant be

Control degrees
Post hypnotic trance
Not me
No never
Cant be


Cindori
Member

07-25-2003

Wednesday, June 14, 2006 - 4:52 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post Send Cindori a private message Print Post    
Thank you Gidget.

Karen
Member

09-07-2004

Thursday, June 15, 2006 - 6:01 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post Send Karen a private message Print Post    
Cindori, I'm sorry that you're watching your uncle go through this difficult time. Your poem is very touching -- thank you for sharing.

In my years I've been lucky and I've only ever had to say goodbye to one person I loved. I still can't write for my father, as I fear somehow putting his loss onto paper somehow will solidify it all, and as long as I don't write about losing him... well, y'know. Thanks again for venturing into this thread and sharing... Gidget and I were getting awfully lonely. LOL.

Karen
Member

09-07-2004

Thursday, June 15, 2006 - 6:08 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post Send Karen a private message Print Post    
A perfect love, a perfect dream
and still, she hates the world she's seen
where things she said, she did not mean
and friends she had, she did not need

Rose petals wilted, now fall to the floor
the demons won't frequent her dreams anymore
the grey is dissolving, there's blue sky in store
but waves full of sadness still wash on her shore

Wished on too often, a shooting star dies
rejected too often, an old lover cries
as the fool for so long, tears are quickly disguised
and refusing to give up, a failure still tries

She looks to the future, her memories now passed
of mornings believing it may be her last
of days when the world laughed at questions she asked
a life full of shame and emotion well masked

But the world smiles for her, and so she shows no pain
she'll climb into bed tonight praying for rain
to wash clean the memories that deemed her insane
and she'll wake in the morning with freedom again

The dawn is now breaking, salvation is near
she walks to the ocean and drowns out her fear
saying goodbye, she cries just one lonely tear
and walks away, happiness finally here.

Cindori
Member

07-25-2003

Friday, June 16, 2006 - 4:53 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post Send Cindori a private message Print Post    
Thank you Karen, it's very difficult.

I particularly enjoyed that last one of yours.

Gidget
Member

07-28-2002

Friday, June 16, 2006 - 8:20 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post Send Gidget a private message Print Post    
"Gidget and I were getting awfully lonely"

Amen to that Karen. I guess some people write more infrequently. And I suspect some are just shy. I dont know about you but I am enjoying this thread and the newer writing threads as well.


Gidget
Member

07-28-2002

Sunday, July 09, 2006 - 7:33 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post Send Gidget a private message Print Post    
Damn you make me whimper
Pant you make me weak
When I'm caught up in your spell
I find it difficult to speak.

Butterflies in tummy
Tingle in my breast
You've got me where you want me
I'll do anything you request.

All these sweet sensations
Come with surrendor
Content in my submission
Go happily ever after.

Just when I think I cant
Take a minute more
Along comes my second wind
It's even better than before.


Gidget
Member

07-28-2002

Monday, September 25, 2006 - 1:29 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post Send Gidget a private message Print Post    
why do words fail me
when i want most to express
the depth of a feeling
the worth of a caress

should i quantify
or is it impossible
to find the size vessel
you'd at once overfill

who are you my love
i feel so undeserving
how'd i get so lucky
to find one so caring

since i lack the words
i'll suffice to say thank you
for the best of my life
and your whole retinue