Setaside's Poetry.... if you like...

firefairy

BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!

setaside2

LOL I would appreciate it if 13PJ13 and Chucky Taylor could take their romantic jibery elsewhere.

And WHO's the geek?


As for you, Firefairy, my fine young spirited lass, YOU are welcome here any time.



seriously though, thank you.

Do you have a favorite? I have to ask, it is for my own edification. I must know.

setaside2

A new one for everyone... inspiration was a conversation about dreams I was having with someone once. She couldn't remember what the heck she had been looking at and said "maybe it was a hand..." It set me off. Let me know if you like.



maybe it was just a hand
or a secret or a mission or a kiss in an envelope…
a poison inkwell, a letter, a missive, the story of a life unborn or unshared or unknown, it makes no difference...
the direction of the next spring thaw, the flow of a leaf from branch to mud...
spring to fall..
the path love may take as it barrels through the halls of time uncontrollable and dangerous
a handshake, a breath, the last word of the last fairy godmother on the last planet earth
the feather plucked from an angel's wing
the mission of god
the lyrics to the song of youth
the answer to immortality
The last petal to fall from the wilted lily
The tip of an unused crayon
Was it the whisper of a ancient friend lost in time, ages past, lives ago
The secret feeling a children’s novel gives
The satisfaction of a sleeping feline
Curdled cream
The milk gone sour
Pages turning on the hour
A clock to measure the beats of the heart
A device to trap the better mouse
Or the hot air in any given water balloon…
The key, steam, the hot mineral spring
A ribbon on air, the footprint left bare, snow
Falling in cotton silence stuffy and simple
Arrowheads, sandstone, hieroglyphs, dreams long dead
The pavement expands in the sun, cracking to reveal the hidden homes that we have built upon and up and on in order to prove our superiority
The mud: it dries in the sun, the evaporation a last rebellion the wind carries away
The clock ticks its memento, the only thing it remembers, the previous second wiped by the next
A tread, the step, the fall
Ah damn the ignorant thread so graceless and passion free
Even with wings unfurled the angel smokes a Kamel
Wherein lies the loss? The thought? The cab fare home?
The hole in the pocket is only somewhat to blame as the sprinklers fade the brick wall
The fence cracked and burned, the sitters all fled,
On roam, the bats cry sonar in search of sustenance
Who shall teach to read the echo? When will friction kill the snowman?
Perhaps it WAS just the hand, nails sharp and intimate
Maybe it was the nighttime sigh, a dream left hanging from a lampshade
The sheets crumpled to the floor, the trial at an end, the curtains in the breeze
Was it together then? Or was the hand held previously owned?
I’ve left my breath at the last stop, torn loose at the one before
The ticket is unclear and the directions only indicate the color of the car in which I am to sleep.
God help the conductor.
I hear the busboy has a gun.

setaside2

P.S. MIKE aka chuck taylor did you actually READ any of this stuff you astrophysics motherf@#ker? or did you just come in here to talk smack?

L M F A O

I loves ya anyway. you know that right?


right?

firefairy

I can't decide if I like......An Oil Spill or......Upbringing best.
So I'm just gonna say it's a tie. I haven't seen one I didn't like yet if that helps! Write more!:D

Sharon_Hearts_PJ

Originally posted by setaside2
LOL I would appreciate it if 13PJ13 and Chucky Taylor could take their romantic jibery elsewhere.

And WHO's the geek?

jealous much? lol.
i thought i told you i'm a dork, not a geek...
anyway, is that a typo on the last line of "Maybe it Was a Hand"?

"I hear the busboy (H)as a gun"

and chucky, are you following me? there are anti-stalking laws you know...

setaside2

JEALOUS?! oh ye of great self importance... LOL.

and can't you recognize a written cockney accent? 'has' requires no H because it would never be spoken!

Oh who am I kidding?

blah blah blah

it's edited, ya mug.

now go away, ya bother me...

Sharon_Hearts_PJ

Originally posted by setaside2

now go away, ya bother me...

ha! you can't even convince yourself of that

setaside2

Folks, I'd like to apologize for the Jerry Springeresque posts that have taken place on this thread... I take full responsibility for allowing riff raff like 13pj13 and Chuck Taylor here. Please feel free to do with me as you wish.

Also, leave a note on the desk about the poetry, which is around here somewhere waiting to be read and criticized... lol.

seta

chuck taylor

Originally posted by 13PJ13
jealous much? lol.
i thought i told you i'm a dork, not a geek...
anyway, is that a typo on the last line of "Maybe it Was a Hand"?

"I hear the busboy (H)as a gun"

and chucky, are you following me? there are anti-stalking laws you know...

Honey, there are also these places called mental institutions you know......I'm sure there are plenty close to home, especially since Florida's full of Senile Citizens.

Mr. Marc, you actually expect me to waste my time reading this filth? I have more important tasks to take care of.....Including finding out where 13PJ13 will be at 3:24 PM tomorrow afternoon!

(JK of course, the poetry is great!!)


(I'm not kidding on the stalking thing, though......da da daaaan)

Sharon_Hearts_PJ

oh no you d'in't! i do what i want!

setaside2

Okay, I'm going to post 2 more today... I'm running out of good stuff so I am going to have to pace myself. hee hee, as if anything I've posted here is actually good. Oh what an arrogant bastard I be. This one's called...

TRENDY

I have the R-control in the palm of my hand,
The power of the world at a push of a button,
And they say I had forgotten the old war.
I’m a caffeine junky,
Shaking and red-lined…
I hate talk shows and
“Reality” programming
(it’s an oxymoron).
In the early hours of the evening
Commercials seem nothing
But leftovers;
Soundbites of ignorable
Deplorable
Hyper-exotic induced paraphernalia.
Propaganda they call it, at teatime.
Well isn’t everything.
Love my country…
I was BORN a fruit roll-up
Weren’t you?
Take care of your own dreams.
The new cold war is coming.

setaside2

Okay this one's a little older. Okay, a lot older- with a modern edit. I wrote it in 1996. My mother had kicked me out and I was homeless for a period of time, living on the streets of Littleton (a suburban bum, really, isn't that an oxymoron?), and Denver, usually sleeping at my job, sometimes on the job, or in a concrete piping section on a playground. LOL I'd break into my mom's house about 3 times a week to take a shower. I ended up auditioning to do some spoken word and musical performances with an acting troupe called the New Creatures and dated, for a very short while, the girl who actually auditioned me. Sarah is an amazing talent and she is now in Chicago producing plays and writing theatre like she always wanted and like I always knew she would. I hope she becomes wildly successful because she's damn good and she deserves it. She took me into her home and gave me a place to stay, even when we weren't dating any longer, which is still one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me and I will always be grateful to her for it. After being homeless for awhile, I thought about life a great deal, as you might think one would do. And I have no idea why but, as I stared up into the ceiling, this was what came out of it.
If you folks are ever in the Chicago area, look into the theatre listings. If you see a play by Sarah McGuire... Go see it. I guarantee it'll be worth your while.

This one is strangely named.. I've never come up with a better one...

TEXTURED SANITY/fault

Someone put this glitter
In the paint in my ceiling
Little tiny multi-colored
Drops of light
Suspended by an unknown
Chemical compound
Slaves to destiny
They wink in and out
With the power of a light switch
The picture of interstellar fate
“The stars are all burnt out, mommy”
Because of an alternating current
Provided by “Public Service”
I lie here soaked with envy
Too hot to hold
Too distant to grasp
I would turn to conventional imitation
But
I don’t smoke
My flashlight’s dead
And the matches I buy
Don’t have the will to burn bright enough
Though with a breath
The flame there is gone
With the stars in the ceiling
The smiling eyes overhead
There are days and nights
When I feel that I’ve been out and
Away for too long
Overexposed
I miss my roof-beam quarks
Flickering there like firelight
In the fading glare of the television
And a madness seems to seep in
I cover myself
With paint
Glitter
And fake the naked in my eye
I encircle the artistry of downtown
Until arrested
Happy and breathless
Leaving my sideshow in the gutters
With the oilslicked rainwash
To reflect the nature of dawn that day
The tears in my eyes get swept away
By machinery and construction
Lost in the dust and confusion of progress
And I wander my way
Elsewhere
Home perhaps
The lost clown
Mad in the head and out of touch
To the point of distraction
As if perhaps I wasn’t
As if perhaps I could prove otherwise
And I have to face down my fears
The glitter in the ceiling
And I blame it on the hundred or so faces
That stare back at me
And look remarkably like someone I once knew
I flicker like firelight
In the fading residue of the television
And it’s not my fault.

GrungeChair

I HATE YOU GUYS!!!!! YOU ARE WAY TOO TALENTED....EVIL!!!!EVIL!!!!

setaside2

Hey man, I see by your sig you like Tori or at least like her words... Tori has some amazing stuff and I have been inspired by her work in the past.

TRUST me. If I can do this. So can you.

But I'll take that compliment and run, thanks.

setaside2

Hey all! I was just querying. Do you have a piece on this post that you like most? Why? What about the others? Do they suck? Why?

I'm morbidly curious. That's all.

Be nice though. or not.

setaside2

Don't you all think that smacks of arrogance? :( I don't mean it that way.

As it is, here is another. Written this summer, though I do not remember the reason why... although i do believe it was written during a chat session with a friend of mine from the synergy board who goes by the name Pennyroyaltea...


NEW PRAYER/for the honor of pennyroyal tea

bring it down.. the house surround...
angels wings the flight around
acoustic tile the heart so loud
the love the push the cry the crowd
debris, the slats of a fence, life rushes by

the arms of greatness the cry of the babe
the king’s plush carpet begins to fade
a dream
make the ethereal way, make your ethereal way
the song is your term

spring explodes and autumn slides by
winter undermines, its own melting tide
the love the push the cry the crowd
the hands, the ground,
dirt the scent the rose the sound
what the sensual takes the tactile will give
the sigh itself will find a way to live
again

the cry the love the push of the crowd
why, the guilty are bled and intensely bound
the rose in bloom
now
the sigh in the ear
the circle has come
and the life is found.

Sharon_Hearts_PJ

as is the case on all of the other ones, i love this one too. sorry, i won't pick a favorite. you can't make me. i refuse.

although, i will say, if you were ever to write one inspired by me, then that would be my favorite.
lol.

hugs for the Seta, who's left me hanging yet another evening. tell me people, why do i continue to set myself up for this constant disappointment? this constant letdown? could it be the melodic voice? the witless humor/humorless wit? the knowledge of photo stuffs? the emotional baggage? (;)) the money???

LOL!!

oh yeah, and BUMP! read this stuff people! it's good!

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

Originally posted by setaside2
Don't you all think that smacks of arrogance? :( I don't mean it that way.

I don't interpret arrogance; I interpret a genial post host who welcomes conversations and comments from other readers.

If anything, you're guilty of loquaciousness You are hereby sentenced to no more than two syllables per word for six months. Court adjorned!

As with everything you've written so far, I feel like I'm gently taken to familiar places . . . which I've never been.

My favorite part, of course, is "the circle has come". . . .

Vader: The circle is now complete. When I left you I was but the learner. Now I am the master.

Obi-Wan: Only a master of evil, Darth.

CRASHING OF LIGHTSABERS :D:D

setaside2

loquaciousness? Garrulousness? Verbose? Wordy? ME?!?

Never, I say.

LOL and while I love the original Star Wars flicks, my dear twisted Radar signal, my poetry is not exactly inspired by them . But I'll be damned if you couldn't find a Star Wars reference in Jello.

Which would really be kind of cool.

And YEAH I want conversations about this stuff (other than how neglected my friends feel). As with all symbolist poets, I have a truly low self-esteem and need constant justification for why I do anything. LOL only partially kidding there.

But this is an intimate forum, so why not share that type of stuff? There always was a bit of philosophy in psychiatry, correct? And certainly both of those are present in any bit of written material longer than a three word sentence. Any human being is a poem in their own right. What's yours?

Open forum to discuss what kind of freak I am. I'm used to that LOL.

New poem later.

seta

PS, I promise that I'll be over this color fascination by the next post. I swear.