St. Nick

Ali

They respect me as much
as running water that
is shut off by their childlike hands.
When Christmas comes,
They don't talk, and
give you a
tampon on a string.
Some just give you a swift kick in the ass.
And on birthdays?
They take you out to get you drunk-
so the knife doesn't hurt that bad
while being yielded in your back.
When youre sick and down and out,
they call you crazy,
and say,
"DON"T CALL HER!!!!!!"
On these special occasions,
I'd rather no gift at all,
or,
Give me death-
quick, hard, and long,
by their bloodied hands.
In these instances,
I'd rather they crawl
back under the superficial rock they came from,
and leave me alone with myself,
for the holidays are coming,
and I'd rather be with those
who think like St. Nick.

twin2

This one was funny. The tampon part made me laugh.

twin1

Wow, I though it was rather sad. I take it you don't like holidays...or perhaps just not the dreaded realitives. At least the big holidays are only once a year.

Being Enlightened

You know what, I see it as a funny poke at something sad. The tragic comedian. Laughter being the best medicine. If I couldn't laugh at the things that are/were sad in my life, I'd probably be pretty messed up. My sisters and I crack jokes about our sad past that definately shock people when they hear them but they laugh with us because it IS funny. At least now it is. It can help you deal with shit better, at least that's my experience.

I liked your poem, Ali. And I loved the tampon line!!!! LOL!!! I wish my grandma gave us tampons! It would have been a welcomed change from the oversized, hideous undies she got us every year.

twin2

"The tragic comedian. Laughter being the best medicine. If I couldn't laugh at the things that are/were sad in my life, I'd probably be pretty messed up. My sisters and I crack jokes about our sad past that definately shock people when they hear them but they laugh with us because it IS funny. At least now it is. It can help you deal with shit better, at least that's my experience."

I do this as well.

EvilToasterElf

I think you either have bad taste in men, or there are just no good men in D.C. but when we can find something more in the pain, let it pass through the crucible of the soul and transform into beauty, well at least that pain can make us feel alive.

Ali

well guys...let me tell you this...hearing that a friend betrayed you,or finding out that they arent really your friend DOES hurt.And all I can do is write about it.I'm at that point in my life where I'm old enough not to play games with peoples feelings-and that feelings do matter.The world is a rough place-sometimes-and in the performing arena,even tougher.That is-one of my jobs.I just got screwed over by a friend tonight-AGAIN.He promised me a part in a show and had me sit in on the audition.Imagine my dismay when he had his ex-girlfriend read for the part he was promising me.Once again...I have more experience and am a much more HONEST actor/actress-and I do things professionally by the book,not through lies and deception.At least I have the things I'm working on.I tell you people...TRUST YOUR INSTINCTS...:)
And the wierd thing is...I'm not at all phased by this.....

pearlmutt

ali, i like the poem, it's very original.

sometimes i think i would give my right arm, no the left, no, not really either one, that's a figure of speech, to have an original thought.

"When Christmas comes,
They don't talk, and
give you a
tampon on a string."

that's a pretty odd and original gift.

a great metaphor for a gift that would be hard to reply to

that would be a great thread continuation . . . (no tam-pun intended)

Ali

pearlmutt wrote:

ali, i like the poem, it's very original.

sometimes i think i would give my right arm, no the left, no, not really either one, that's a figure of speech, to have an original thought.

"When Christmas comes,
They don't talk, and
give you a
tampon on a string."

that's a pretty odd and original gift.

a great metaphor for a gift that would be hard to reply to

that would be a great thread continuation . . . (no tam-pun intended)

Thanks mutt...strange but a true gift sstating that I was a rag I guess.
such kind friends.

pearlmutt

no, that's terrible. someone really did that, to imply that?

i'm sorry for them that they treated you like this.

you, know i think a lot about those two kids in one of your poems that you wrote about, and i think there are more kids out there that are like that.

(i wouldn't waste any more of your valuable poetry writing time on such difficult to understand gifts. . . i think i would write about one that is easier to understand. . . here's a little one from me -- i learned it by accident, isn't it fun when that happens

pearlmutt

ali, i just had a cool idea. it would make me really happy. i am going to peru this summer. some of the kids there do not have books and things, and they want to learn english.

i would love to give them a cool poem that you write and teach it to them.

it will be a belated st. nick's present. so come up with a poem worthy of some kids in peru who want to learn english. and yours will be the first poem they ever read in english.

what do ya think?

Ali

pearlmutt wrote:

ali, i just had a cool idea. it would make me really happy. i am going to peru this summer. some of the kids there do not have books and things, and they want to learn english.

i would love to give them a cool poem that you write and teach it to them.

it will be a belated st. nick's present. so come up with a poem worthy of some kids in peru who want to learn english. and yours will be the first poem they ever read in english.

what do ya think?

I feel so honored Pearlmutt...Thank you,I would love to.I just PMed someone else and I'm putting together a chapbook of poems from people hopefully from this board,and from poepel within the area in or about March.So...
prepare something if you would like too!I'll post the poem in a minute.
I'm so honored,really:)

allison vigh

Ali

You

I am but
a drop of water
in an endless ocean
of softly shed tears
without the sound
of your voice.
I am but a pebble of sand
in a vast desert
of lonely lost hope
without the feel
of your touch.
I am but
a child laden
in an empty field
of withering love
without the presence
of your soul.

Allison D. Vigh

Ali

What do you think Pearlmutt?
It's better than the usual venting I do,
I suppose.:)
I feel as though most would rather appreciate and think fondly upon the good times:)

twin1

This is so wonderful! I am sorry about your friends that aren't very good friends. But, that is so great about the kids and your poem! That is truly fantastic! Especially when it comes to touching the lives of little kids, little sponges. Think about the awe they will feel to learn it. This made my day.

twin2

Beautiful poem Ali.

Ali wrote:

You

I am but
a drop of water
in an endless ocean
of softly shed tears
without the sound
of your voice.
I am but a pebble of sand
in a vast desert
of lonely lost hope
without the feel
of your touch.
I am but
a child laden
in an empty field
of withering love
without the presence
of your soul.

Allison D. Vigh

EvilToasterElf

Ali wrote:

You

I am but
a drop of water
in an endless ocean
of softly shed tears
without the sound
of your voice.
I am but a pebble of sand
in a vast desert
of lonely lost hope
without the feel
of your touch.
I am but
a child laden
in an empty field
of withering love
without the presence
of your soul.

Allison D. Vigh

This just reminded me of something I wrote a long time ago...one piece of the poem went:

and the parading dawn, like a lost child
in a crowded square, sobs with the greatest
of all realizations, it is no longer alone

depopulationINC

loved the poem, and the peru thing is an uber idea!

pearlmutt

Ali, beautiful!

Perfect!! The kids that i'll be with have not seen rain, ever; it has not rained in their village for three hundred years. This is really absolutely perfect!!





thank you!!

I'm so excited about the poem and the chapbook. Fantastic!

(sorry for the delayed response, i was gone to the high country, no gizmo land, well i did have a cd player . . . wo-man can not live by bread alone, she also needs pearl jam)

grooveamatic

Ali....this is the best poem of yours I have ever read. Truly.

Ali

pearlmutt wrote:

Ali, beautiful!

Perfect!! The kids that i'll be with have not seen rain, ever; it has not rained in their village for three hundred years. This is really absolutely perfect!!





thank you!!

I'm so excited about the poem and the chapbook. Fantastic!

(sorry for the delayed response, i was gone to the high country, no gizmo land, well i did have a cd player . . . wo-man can not live by bread alone, she also needs pearl jam)

Thanks groove..thanks ete.And of course thank you Pearlmutt.:)
I loved this...usaully I write toward every audience and try to get some sort of response as to their "needs",but this is truely great to be included in a group of children's lives in Peru.I AM SO GRATEFUL,"R", and so thankful for this opportunity.You have to Pm me if you need any other info....
or feel free to just ask here..I'd be willing to honestly answer any questions whatsoever.Its good to feel as though youre bringing somekind of enlightenenment into someones life that is positive,and not so negative,such as drugs,crime, and monotonous glorification of sex.
'cerely,
allison vigh