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  • setaside2
    setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    LOL I pour my heart out to you and you want recognition for standing around waiting for it to end. hee hee. I'm sure I have a medal around here somewhere...

    Maybe I'll make you one. Most Patient of Poetry Patrons.

    Does that work?
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • Radar(Baba)O'Riley
    Radar(Baba)O'Riley Posts: 947
    I appreciate you pouring your poor soul out. That is commendable.
    I have no such soul to drain, only stale phantom ale.

    I am speechless to respond
    breathless to gasp

    As far as your responsibility as medium to the spirits, have your read Clive Barker's Book of Blood? Just hope nobody finds you naked in your room with tiny scrawlings of stories tattooed all over your body.

    Personally, I think you have the Force.
  • Sharon_Hearts_PJ
    Sharon_Hearts_PJ Bristol, PA Posts: 1,383
    ok, so i've read this all. i'm officially updated. and i require no medal. i expect no special recognition. all i want is a hug (be it mental or actual).
    oh yeah, and i still want to get you stoned. i assure you no paranoia with me. you'd feel nothing but relaxation in my presence. :D

    hehe.
    *Rock and/or Roll!*
  • Radar(Baba)O'Riley
    Radar(Baba)O'Riley Posts: 947
    BTW, I think we need to coin a new literary term.
    Forget metaphor,
    how 'bout setaphor?
  • setaside2
    setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    My Dear Radar,

    I apologize for my self-deprecation, it cans me and ships me to grocery stores occasionally.
    Hmmmm... a setaphor.

    You know, that is yet another high compliment on this board that I do not deserve. But I LOVE it. LOL. Oh how COOL would that be? :D:D:D

    And my dear 13PJ13. While you would really have to work hard to get me to agree to getting stoned, I will more than accept a hug.

    And somehow I suspect that relaxation really isn't... hmm.... okay I get it.

    Get me stoned and take advantage of the poor poet eh? Hmph. Well I don't suppose I'll be arguing about that.... LOL where's Being Enlightened? She seems to be all about taking advantage of oddball poets.

    and PS where's Savannah66 and coleen of late? I miss them dearly.
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • justam
    justam Posts: 21,415
    Originally posted by setaside2
    Annnnnnd one more for the time being. This one's a little older.

    Say So...

    While you were out
    While
    While you were out

    Hey man, while you were out she called and lightning struck your tree outside the second floor window.

    Hey. While you were out, man:
    The big dipper is only half full but at least it’s full of something unlike some people I know:

    While you were out…
    The doorbell kept ringing and the answering machine kept erupting with messages for “Jill” and she hasn’t slept here for weeks…

    While you were out…
    Some guy who said he knew you in high school stopped by with an empty gas tank and crashed on the lawn and the world had the audacity to keep in its current pace of rotation even though you were gone…

    While you were out…
    The house said goodnight and its windows shut concealing any who may have passed and all who have just passed through like so many ghostly café patrons…

    While you were out…
    My crayons melted and all can read of the once proud Crayola is the O-L-A like some sort of Spanish hello and now I can’t draw…

    the card table folded and put itself away if not only to protect me from memories of you, then only to protect my good hand

    While you were out…
    The champagne was gold, the water was silver, the earth a
    greenish-blue. Maybe my crayons didn’t melt after all…

    While you were out…
    I left this message on the heritage dining table and explained a few things that made me cry to which the fish in the aquarium responded empathetically swimming around…

    I packed up my crayons

    While you were out…
    The driveway tossed and turned under my troubled feet, the mailbox saluting with involuntary flag down…

    While you were out…
    My shadow faded down the sidewalk in the glitter glare of the streetlight…

    This paper held my hand and…

    While you were out…
    This pen did me a favor by spilling its guts…

    While you were out…
    This pen did me a favor once again:
    And told you goodbye

    I liked this. :)
    &&&&&&&&&&&&&&
  • Sharon_Hearts_PJ
    Sharon_Hearts_PJ Bristol, PA Posts: 1,383
    Originally posted by setaside2

    And my dear 13PJ13. While you would really have to work hard to get me to agree to getting stoned, I will more than accept a hug.

    And somehow I suspect that relaxation really isn't... hmm.... okay I get it.

    Get me stoned and take advantage of the poor poet eh? Hmph. Well I don't suppose I'll be arguing about that.... LOL

    ladies and gentlemen.....HE CAN BE TAUGHT!!

    if you were in S.FL tonight, i can assure you that you'd be fully taken advantage of.
    *Rock and/or Roll!*
  • setaside2
    setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    Originally posted by justam
    I liked this. :)

    Justam... I am very very happy that somebody on here did. I am very fond of that piece myself and for some reason, i always picture this house in my mind that is an amalgamation of three houses that I have history with put together. It's always strange to me.

    I wrote that whole piece on one of those While You Were Out... sticky pads. I think I still have the actual stickies around here somewhere.

    But as it were I like it a lot too. I hope there are some other pieces that have moved a few of you out there!

    Let me know! :D

    seta
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • setaside2
    setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    A new piece about elementary school love.

    CRUSHED WINGS

    The pencil fell from my hand
    Losing interest in what surrounded me
    I lost myself in her beauty
    Though outwardly unwanted
    As I was too young to brag
    I thought of a bright red apple
    -a reward for this childish institution-
    That I had brought in
    And precisely how much I wanted to eat it
    There was a butterfly outside the window
    That distracted my peripheral sight
    And I turned my head to avoid those
    Mysteriously blue eyes
    I guess it may have been an understanding
    The monarch
    The queen of metamorphosis
    Flitted to and fro and then
    Danced away
    As a shout, an exclamation
    Arose from what may have been an angel
    But what turned out to be real authority
    And while I hung my head
    In false shame
    For having been so easily caught
    I let my eyes wander to the goddess in pink
    An immersed my self in the blue
    Once again
    As the mistress continued to check my spelling.
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • Sharon_Hearts_PJ
    Sharon_Hearts_PJ Bristol, PA Posts: 1,383
    hot for teacher?

    ;)
    *Rock and/or Roll!*
  • setaside2
    setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    Ummmm....

    NO


    !!!

    puh leeze :D
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • Radar(Baba)O'Riley
    Radar(Baba)O'Riley Posts: 947
    Did you give your teacher an apple
    in exchange for a cherry?
  • setaside2
    setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    no. never had a teacher I thought was worthy of such a charge... not even in college.

    however... dammit. LOL this poem is not about student to teacher relations you bastards!! LOL

    And honestly, now that you bring it up, I have always been the chaser, and never the chased. I'm just not that lucky I suppose.
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • Radar(Baba)O'Riley
    Radar(Baba)O'Riley Posts: 947
    Sounds like a stalker to me.............
    If it makes a difference, I'll chase you, big boy ;)
  • setaside2
    setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    really, is having a crush any different from stalking someone with your mind?

    and if you chase me Radar, my love, I'll run.

    BIG BOY? hey, I'm working on losing weight I swear. Perhaps if I put down this chainsaw.
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • Radar(Baba)O'Riley
    Radar(Baba)O'Riley Posts: 947
    Wow.
    I almost feel quoted.
    Now I'm bloated with pride...................
    and chalupas
  • setaside2
    setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    Consider yourself gratuitously paraphrased my dear Radar.

    and those chalupas are a nasty habit
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • Sharon_Hearts_PJ
    Sharon_Hearts_PJ Bristol, PA Posts: 1,383
    Originally posted by setaside2
    Consider yourself gratuitously paraphrased my dear Radar.

    and those chalupas are a nasty habit

    anything from Toxic Hell (taco bell) can be considered a nasty habit, IMO.
    =)

    and Marc, i'm truly sorry about my misinterpretation. i've said it before, i'll say it again: I'm a poetry DUNCE!

    ^
    :)
    *Rock and/or Roll!*
  • Amaterasu
    Amaterasu Posts: 317
    that is always rushing bye.

    I'm responding so prepare the way
    this is me you're holding
    the gift I bare today.


    What about the love lost the things never mentioned?
    What really happended between Jesus and Mary?
    Were there passionate circles of endless love?
    Poetry and lectures alone on the word love?
    What really happens when you're in love?
    Do you never question God again?
    When you find it do you let it go?
    Do you see yourself at all?
    Perhaps you find it on the
    stairway to heaven
    Light just created
    a window
    When she smiled
    I followed her.
    goodnight Seta.

    You know this is not a conversation piece, just so bored.
  • Amaterasu
    Amaterasu Posts: 317
    that is always rushing bye.

    I'm responding so prepare the way
    this is me you're holding
    the gift I bare today.


    What about the love lost the things never mentioned?
    What really happended between Jesus and Mary?
    Were there passionate circles of endless love?
    Poetry and lectures alone on the word love?
    What really happens when you're in love?
    Do you never question God again?
    When you find it do you let it go?
    Do you see yourself at all?
    Perhaps you find it on the
    stairway to heaven
    Light just created
    a window
    When she smiled
    I followed her.
    goodnight Seta.

    You know this is not a conversation piece, just so bored.

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