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of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
edited July 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
like a folded up sleeping dog
twitching to fanciful dreams of rabbitchasing,
i run after you only in dreams

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    the camera pans from the half dead mother
    to the once babygirl...



    she gets her frown from her mama...
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    gogogadget arms!!!
    i want to reach up and eat a peice of that cotton candy cloud
    bits of skysweets...
    i could eat it up... the orange clouds, the pink clouds...
    and say to myself with a mouth full of sugar...
    "my that was a delicious sunset"
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • Traver DiDiminicoTraver DiDiminico Posts: 185
    very nice. I like this style of poetry--short, to the point and straight off the brain. I use it almost exclusively. Try to resist the temptation to edit these kind of poems (if that's a temptation for you, sometimes it is for me). They're best left as dollops of you on the page that taste like the place you were when you wrote them.

    Wonderful

    P.S. really like third one
    If there was a chair in which I could comprehend, I would stand always and embrace the path
  • Traver DiDiminicoTraver DiDiminico Posts: 185
    Untitled

    alone
    untouched
    diversifying
    Spreading wings like an angel of Hope
    reality is grounded as I hover
    my gaze extends
    I am pleased

    studio 725

    vodka is a tough word to rhyme
    i don't seem to care
    sounds right to me
    But anyway
    Frank tells me how it is
    while Eddie waits to
    tell me how it could be
    the train enters my window
    and the loneliness alights
    with little fanfare
    i see the future as it has been before
    relentless, certain and unenviable
    countdown to change
    3...2...1
    liftoff

    Merlot

    To be here is insane
    You make sense
    Your existence is validated
    I am trying
    Perhaps I can achieve such a thing
    It's too late to tell tonight
    I'll let you know tomorrow
    Right now I'll just let it burn
    Inside, on top, I let the warmth creep
    I'll fade quitely, let the dream sleep.
    A smile leans across my face
    Telling me there's still time

    Untitled

    I am filled with Joy.
    But I am overcome with Sorrow.
    For that which is my essence,
    my purpose, belongs not to me.
    Suppose that I could be
    that which I adore?
    Perhaps I would not recede from the world.
    Oh, but to listen and curl up in a ball,
    lost in the expanse.
    That is where I am found.
    Among the ranks of the unnecessary,
    twisting and thrashing to be named.
    But it is not my name I wish to be called.
    I long only for the chance to affect her.

    Where Are You Going?

    Onward and Upward
    Across town and down
    the highways and byways
    of the great state of change
    Away from Oz
    with no land in sight
    though I row with both arms
    My muscles ache
    as the wind screams
    The water becoming clearer
    as the silt settles
    The calm grows
    along side my anticipation
    I go now to ride the breakers
    into the new found shore

    Let It Begin

    I feel that the world is so large I want to scream.
    Not a scream of anger or pain or agony or despair,
    but a joyful
    "I am here!"
    that begins in my groin and resonates
    up through my chest, gaining strength
    before it bursts from my mouth
    like a faucet on full--Damn the water is hot.
    And so I find myself alive.
    To wander certainly is not to wander
    and therefore I am uncertain in life.
    If there was I chair in which I could comprehend,
    I would stand always and embrace the path.
    Meaning is not given but earned.
    I have little but require much.
    If there was a chair in which I could comprehend, I would stand always and embrace the path
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    omg... i LOVE your little mindblips. :) very very interesting and... i know what you said about resisting the temptation to edit such poetry... you're right. it allows the reader to peek inside your brain a little bit. it's quite a lovely art is it not??

    i love your last little short one. i liked the part where you're like "damn the water is hot" ... gives the reader a sense that you're there, you're doing all that while talking to them. it's a very cool sensation when reading.

    also, untitled is so raw and emotion-filled. i liked it a lot. esp. the last line. "i long for the chance to affect her". just.. powerfully amazing.

    thanks for the kind words about my stuff as well. :)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    tasting the fruit off your tree
    would be the sweetest victory
    i could ever hope to achieve...

    ~*~*~*~*~*~

    i don't wanna get out of this bed
    i don't wanna get out of this bed
    i don't wanna get out of this bed
    i don't wanna get out of this bed
    i can't get you out of my head.
    i think i'll just stay in bed.
    today.

    ~*~*~*~*~*~

    fan blades spin hypnotizing my eyes of golden brown
    making me dizzy, making me trip
    making me get crazy
    like you usually do

    ~*~*~*~*~*~

    someday you'll find out how wonderful you are...
    and leave me alone and leave me alone
    and someday you'll realize how lovely you are
    and you won't want to love me anymore.

    ~*~*~*~*~*~

    drops of wine on my tongue won't quench my thirst
    so the miles between us won't stop me from loving you
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • jboelhowjboelhow Posts: 170
    Originally posted by of_the_girl
    gogogadget arms!!!
    i want to reach up and eat a peice of that cotton candy cloud
    bits of skysweets...
    i could eat it up... the orange clouds, the pink clouds...
    and say to myself with a mouth full of sugar...
    "my that was a delicious sunset"

    I like this one...cotton candy sunset!!!
    Live the life you dream

    "Cause I can't wait to figure out what's wrong with me
    So I can say this is the way I use to be" -- John Mayer
  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    there you are
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
  • ISNISN Posts: 1,700
    gogogadget arms!!!
    i want to reach up and eat a peice of that cotton candy cloud
    bits of skysweets...
    i could eat it up... the orange clouds, the pink clouds...
    and say to myself with a mouth full of sugar...
    "my that was a delicious sunset"

    this is my fave....I can almost taste the sunset too....
    ....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    Originally posted by of_the_girl
    gogogadget arms!!!
    i want to reach up and eat a peice of that cotton candy cloud
    bits of skysweets...
    i could eat it up... the orange clouds, the pink clouds...
    and say to myself with a mouth full of sugar...
    "my that was a delicious sunset"

    Bravo! :)
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    And a bump for Jessie's poems.

    :)
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Aww Shuuuucks Fins. You're neato. :D
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • nailz100nailz100 Posts: 1,176
    Mmmm....cotton candy
    Only with our eyes closed can we truly see
  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    "someday you'll find out how wonderful you are...
    and leave me alone and leave me alone
    and someday you'll realize how lovely you are
    and you won't want to love me anymore"

    Okay, hands down, cotton candy sunsets are thee best!!!!! :D

    However, the above piece I have quoted really touched me (as many of your poems do). The sweet insecurity of it...I don't know, the feel is just so real and I'm big on how a poem makes me feel. We hate to admit our insecurities sometimes and although I don't think feeling like this is healthy all the time, I have to say, I've felt this way.

    I loved it! :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Originally posted by Being Enlightened
    "someday you'll find out how wonderful you are...
    and leave me alone and leave me alone
    and someday you'll realize how lovely you are
    and you won't want to love me anymore"

    Okay, hands down, cotton candy sunsets are thee best!!!!! :D

    However, the above piece I have quoted really touched me (as many of your poems do). The sweet insecurity of it...I don't know, the feel is just so real and I'm big on how a poem makes me feel. We hate to admit our insecurities sometimes and although I don't think feeling like this is healthy all the time, I have to say, I've felt this way.

    I loved it! :)

    Awww thanks much Being Enlightened. :) You're right.. feeling like that all the time isn't a healthy mindset. But when you feel it sometimes... it's a very real emotion. Just... realizing how great you think the person is. So great that maybe they don't know it... and maybe that if they ever found out how wonderful they are... they'd leave. But I think behind those thoughts, you know it won't happen. And you come to realize that one reason why the person was so wonderful to begin with, was because they'd never leave. Not for that reason. :) Thanks for identifying.

    And yeah! Cotton candy sunsets!! :D
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    ~*~*~*~*~
    you weave your way in and out of my mindweb
    every minute every hour
    like clockwork
    you pop in to the space behind my eyes...
    and i'm teased by my own imagination..

    i want you here.
    ~*~*~*~*~
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    Originally posted by of_the_girl
    ~*~*~*~*~
    you weave your way in and out of my mindweb
    every minute every hour
    like clockwork
    you pop in to the space behind my eyes...
    and i'm teased by my own imagination..

    i want you here.
    ~*~*~*~*~


    the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    i'm singing these words to you
    i wish they were as flavourful on screen as they are ringing
    in my throat
    i'm singing these words to you
    but you can't hear them
    you can't hear them
    so read them out loud to yourself
    in your pretty pretty voice...
    and know they're being sung from my lips
    just for you...

    i'm loving you now
    but i can't touch you
    i'm kissing you now, on my hand,
    and i blow it in your direction.. toward the sunrise.
    east.
    and i'll be loving you all night.. and all day tomorrow
    and the next day
    but you can't hold me.. and i can't kiss you
    but just feel what i hold in my heart
    and someday... we can be together...
    facing the sunset together in the
    east.
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    there thats better! more poems! yeah!

    "here if you want me
    listening so close
    from far away
    memorizing what you told me
    like a foreigner
    on holiday smiling at confusion
    filling in the cracks, before you sleep
    dancing on the highway
    the broken line that leads from you to me
    i'll be at my station all night
    with my jack and my flashlight

    still here if you want me
    look at what i can do
    with empty time
    lost love and words that haunt me
    isn't this flat wrong
    to sound so sublime
    one strike In the mural
    planting it to place
    like someone's kiss
    dead calm
    on the tranquil
    see between you and me
    well that's all that is but
    i'm here if you want me my love
    dancing on the highway

    your sun still in my sky
    oh my oh my

    "
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    you have never ever failed to make me smile... and give me that warm feeling.

    did i ever tell you pat.. that i'm glad you're back on the world wide web?? :)

    *hugs*
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    Originally posted by of_the_girl

    did i ever tell you pat.. that i'm glad you're back on the world wide web?? :)

    *hugs*

    several times sweetie
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    :-D :-D :-D

    i'm good at repeating things.

    :-D
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    locked in a block i find myself in such a state,
    yet i want jessie to know
    she has once again written fine verse,
    forgive me for i cannot express in more poetic terms
    the fondness i feel when i read her words..

    thnx jessie :)
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • suedesuede Posts: 247
    Some really good stuff in here. Heartfelt. :)
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    and then the poplar trees swayed around playing dress up with the wind...
    dancing like willow trees
    gracefully swaying...
    trying and trying...
    thin and weak but trying.
    trying on the wind, trying on the wind...

    ~*~*~*~

    when i was little i mistook a lightning bug for a shooting star
    and caught it in my hand...
    and watched it crawl within my grasp
    and said with the excitement only a wide eyed seven year old could muster...
    "mommy mommy i have a star...
    can i keep him in a glass jelly jar??"
    and my mother just smiled and said
    no sweetie......
    and with a sad puppy face i asked "why?"
    and she simply patted my head and said with a soft tone...
    "you can't cage a dancing star my love..."

    (true story) :)

    ~*~*~*~

    :)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    stars dancing without design
    is oft the light which inspires
    a young child's wonder
    is a delite
    as is the thunder in the lightning bolt..
    bold against the blue black darkened sky
    flashes and reveals the gardens
    of tomatoes, peppers and maize

    take cover daughter while there is time
    do not venture past the border of the shire
    do not take on the overlord
    unless you have conviction..

    i know you are strong and brave..

    and yet i worry as you travel








    i miss my daughter..

    she will be home in 3 weeks..

    i miss her :(
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    gorgeous... you show your daughter your writings of her yes?? i hope so. :)

    in three weeks time you'll be hugging your daughter. a lovely thought, yes? :)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    Originally posted by of_the_girl
    gorgeous... you show your daughter your writings of her yes?? i hope so. :)

    in three weeks time you'll be hugging your daughter. a lovely thought, yes? :)

    she has seen and she has heard my words and, yes i will be hugging her in 3 weeks .. that is so true.. yes it is
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Originally posted by olderman
    she has seen and she has heard my words and, yes i will be hugging her in 3 weeks .. that is so true.. yes it is

    through your misses, focus on all the kisses you'll give her!! and then the three weeks will be so much easier :)

    *hugs*

    :)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    Originally posted by of_the_girl
    through your misses, focus on all the kisses you'll give her!! and then the three weeks will be so much easier :)

    *hugs*

    :)

    once again the j*essie
    has words of comfort for a fellow jammer..
    thank you jezzie pie, thank you very much.

    *mucho hugs to you too*
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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