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November was her name...(From an INTERNET POET )...lol ;)

edeneden Posts: 407
edited August 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Some have said that there are no good internet poets on here.
The guy who wrote this for me was my friend and love for a while. He is truly one of the best poets I have ever known, and this is just a sample of his genious.
He hates me now... which I will never understand. The last time we talked I asked him to tell me he would always love me and he called me a bitch, he was truly angry and disgusted with me ..... I still dont understand why because we werent together we couldnt always love each other. I think I have a lot to learn still about men :(
Anyway, regardless of how he feels I will always love this man and be grateful to him for bringing poetry and passion and feeling back into my life after a long drought.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
november was her name


bland
the mirrors reflection
the cold outside
this pain in my head
everything pertaining to our demise
i'll play taps for you
the suns warmth has forgotten so much
here in my heart of november
words seem all too distant
cover our eyes with unsalted tears
prepare for disdain and oncoming years
never been written
so easily forgotten
echos of ages
and crestfallen pages
hurridly waiting
for something to come.....

R.L.
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  • velvet I sitevelvet I site Posts: 192
    thats a fantastic ending.. makes one want only more and more and more...

    you are certainly right eden, there are poets all over this internet who lack recognition.. "hurridly waiting... for something to come"..

    thanks for sharing so much and for interacting with my rambling verses!
    change begins with discontent.
  • love_boat_captainlove_boat_captain Posts: 14
    youre right he is a very talented poet and that poem is asolutely beautiful and as for the men there is nothing to understand men are not the same once you understand one well you just understand one but yes we do share common feelings and emotions but over all each man is thouroughly different than the nextso dont waste your time trying to understand "men" try to understand humans in general now thats hard but after a while you realize we are all exactly alike and completely different i know its a paradox but theres are so many parodoxes in life you seem to become accustomed with them and understand that you cant undertstand see theres another man oh man i must sound like a delusional homeless man ranting and raving on a street corner i hope i helped kinda . . .
    alone...
  • edeneden Posts: 407
    Thanks you two :)

    I can still cry after all this time when I read his poetry.
    Im such an idiot and LBC I will never understand because it seems like a "common" trait in guys. But thanx for trying :)

    Velvet, youre a trip..therefore I like you and accept you immediately! :D
    Lets hear it for internet poets!!!
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    There are lots of good poets on the Internet. There are some smashing writers on this board, too. I think of Bibliobella, cassia (who posted last year), Tchaliz and Kwijibo immediately. There are no 'masters' though (though I don't care for the gender implications of the name). That's just commonsense to know that. You have to have a long published career and your work has to survive you long after you're dead to count as a 'master'.
  • edeneden Posts: 407
    FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:
    There are lots of good poets on the Internet. There are some smashing writers on this board, too. I think of Bibliobella, cassia (who posted last year), Tchaliz and Kwijibo immediately. There are no 'masters' though (though I don't care for the gender implications of the name). That's just commonsense to know that. You have to have a long published career and your work has to survive you long after you're dead to count as a 'master'.

    I must finally agree...the word is overused.

    Ive learned so much on here from you about poetry Fin..
    Not just the words but also the importance of a poems form., thanx :)
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    eden wrote:
    I must finally agree...the word is overused.

    Ive learned so much on here from you about poetry Fin..
    Not just the words but also the importance of a poems form., thanx :)

    Yeah, you'll have to excuse me. I'm a big Irish bully at times, but I mean well. ;)
  • edeneden Posts: 407
    FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:
    Yeah, you'll have to excuse me. I'm a big Irish bully at times, but I mean well. ;)

    I like to be bullied by big Irish guys ;):)
  • DavanitaDavanita Posts: 854
    eden wrote:
    He hates me now... which I will never understand. The last time we talked I asked him to tell me he would always love me and he called me a bitch, he was truly angry and disgusted with me ..... I still dont understand why because we werent together we couldnt always love each other.

    that's fucked. i'd kick his ass. how dare he. bastard.
    sorry ~~

    but yes... the poem is amazing.. it's like one of those movies that you just have to watch over and over again and with each time you see it you understand it a little better.. i love that. really gives me something to think about.
    Jon Stewart: "[about Russia's new president]...Dmitri Medevvvevv.... Dmitri Meh..... Dmitri M.! Or... as George W. Bush would probably pronounce it... Eddie Vedder."
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  • the_villanthe_villan Posts: 2
    up and coming
    we have something wonderful
    for my next trick
    we both dissapear
    into our heads
    (or asses)
    packed with transmission
    incision
    the grey
    redundant and clear

    that heart
    (it bleeds)
    is attached to a sleeve dear
    pinned with subversive repose
    iron on stitching
    fade for the decades
    like all other worldly woe

    intentions
    (inventions)
    are easily splayed here
    reactions
    (retractions)
    reluctantly flow
    as with your hiding
    so sick of confide-ing
    into a fantasy world she goes


    you fired on the field back there
    and like a child i fell wounded
    how dare i
    how dare i
    how dare

    to understand me-n
    lo-ve
    li-fe
    the af-ter-life
    you mu-st fol-d
    all those hand-s of half-truth

    you owned my heart
    dear eden
    you ruled it's every fiber
    my every chord
    it's every beat
    like a beautiful monarch you flew
    knowing completely
    as you think you know yourself

    let us drop all the make beliefs
    the lets pretends
    all the lets imagines
    the half life fantasies

    all those things which consume
    your version of reality
    for a moment
    just a momnet
    just a moment
    just a moment

    let us observe our actions
    from the outside looking in
    let us both exist as real
    for the first time in years
    let us both exist
    i exist
    you exist
    they exist

    let this old dog sleep
    bury this checkered past in slumber
    let all these new faces become strangers
    to find you beautifully misunderstood
    and cut this bullshit tie that binds
  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    The stars and the streetlights blurring with the leaves.
    Tears in our eyes creating the scene.
    A watercolor world, willed into existence.

    Tears now streaming down your cheeks,
    the fiery passion dissolved into something weak.
    Your bare shoulders pale in the twilight,
    I kissed your forehead, wanting to set it right.

    You seem to attract those types of guys
    like bees to honey, yet you're always surprised.
    I'm not like that, I swear to God in heaven.
    I'll sit with you all night if I have to, I'll stay right here.

    the memory will disappear.
    The world knows that he is the fool
    No man is good enough for your tears
    no man is good enough for you.
    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.
  • edeneden Posts: 407
    the_villan wrote:
    up and coming
    we have something wonderful
    for my next trick
    we both dissapear
    into our heads
    (or asses)
    packed with transmission
    incision
    the grey
    redundant and clear

    that heart
    (it bleeds)
    is attached to a sleeve dear
    pinned with subversive repose
    iron on stitching
    fade for the decades
    like all other worldly woe

    intentions
    (inventions)
    are easily splayed here
    reactions
    (retractions)
    reluctantly flow
    as with your hiding
    so sick of confide-ing
    into a fantasy world she goes


    you fired on the field back there
    and like a child i fell wounded
    how dare i
    how dare i
    how dare

    to understand me-n
    lo-ve
    li-fe
    the af-ter-life
    you mu-st fol-d
    all those hand-s of half-truth

    you owned my heart
    dear brandi
    you ruled it's every fiber
    my every chord
    it's every beat
    like a beautiful monarch you flew
    knowing completely
    as you think you know yourself

    let us drop all the make beliefs
    the lets pretends
    all the lets imagines
    the half life fantasies

    all those things which consume
    your version of reality
    for a moment
    just a momnet
    just a moment
    just a moment

    let us observe our actions
    from the outside looking in
    let us both exist as real
    for the first time in years
    let us both exist
    i exist
    you exist
    they exist

    let this old dog sleep
    bury this checkered past in slumber
    let all these new faces become strangers
    to find you beautifully misunderstood
    and cut this bullshit tie that binds


    Youre as brilliant as ever.
  • edeneden Posts: 407
    Kwyjibo wrote:
    The stars and the streetlights blurring with the leaves.
    Tears in our eyes creating the scene.
    A watercolor world, willed into existence.

    Tears now streaming down your cheeks,
    the fiery passion dissolved into something weak.
    Your bare shoulders pale in the twilight,
    I kissed your forehead, wanting to set it right.

    You seem to attract those types of guys
    like bees to honey, yet you're always surprised.
    I'm not like that, I swear to God in heaven.
    I'll sit with you all night if I have to, I'll stay right here.

    the memory will disappear.
    The world knows that he is the fool
    No man is good enough for your tears
    no man is good enough for you.

    God, that is so beautiful, it did comfort me.
    You seem like such a kind man, you n your squirrel friend :)
  • the_villanthe_villan Posts: 2
    eden wrote:
    Look what the cat drug in.....
    Im not like you, when I love I love forever
    You can keep your black heart of stone
    that fills itself with every hurt you ever perceived as intentional.

    i seriously cant believe i fell for this again.
    you get the high school drama that you so odiously crave from so many sources and yet i was silly enough to take such juvenile bait.

    now all the faceless friends that you pretend to admire and love will flock to your defense because you were obviously wronged by a monster of the heart.
    good for you sweetie, i honestly wish you no ill will, just leave my name, words and memories out of your future crusades.

    it's all i ask.
  • edeneden Posts: 407
    Nevermind....I wish you only happiness and love old friend.
  • edeneden Posts: 407
    the_villan wrote:
    you owned my heart
    dear eden
    you ruled it's every fiber
    my every chord
    it's every beat
    like a beautiful monarch you flew
    knowing completely
    as you think you know yourself


    Im sorry TG..
    Ive tried to find you to say this
    but you wont be found by me.

    Ill love you infinity
    for all you taught me
    at the inception of my soul.

    Maybe in the next life, Ill finally get it right.
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