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darkrose
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Hi. I'm a new member here. I used to be a Ten Club member about 10 years ago. Pearl Jam was and still is my favorite band, of all time.
I can't even remember how many night's I'd go to sleep listening to 'Black'. I'm now 24 years old and my very first tape cassette I ever owned was Pearl Jam's Ten, when I was 13.
I wrote this poem about my father and as you read,(if you chose to do so) you can probably feel what emotions I had for him as a child.
I post this here because I love Pearl Jam, the music saves me, everyday. Alway's has.
__ODE TO MY FATHER___
Father's necktie's rarley tied, rarley ever used.
Almost like like new, hanging on a twirling rack, upright.
Only special nights out, brought in those deep, muted colors.
Silkened fabric's, smooth to the touch.
His tie's complex patterns, stitched so beautifully..too good for you.
making him appear prominent.
Him, a scented dashing delight.
Smelling of something he wasn't.
Dignified, handsome, robust.
For one special night, he was like new.
Tieing two knots to his neck, just as his father showed him how.
Let your work pants rest, Dad.
I did as told.
Sitting. Small and meek.
Quietly observing. Wathcing him tie the folds.
Over, under, up and accross.
Incognito.
In a suite of black, so lame and depressed.
His necktie deserved his costly italian shoes, that did slide.
Last, he'd carefully polish and tie.
Never got to see him much, on those costume partied day's.
Or any time between.
His majesty, Mr. Unseen.
Almost unknown, tonight.
Vanishing into his ride with a quickness, as if he'd seen enough of me.
He had transformed himself,
accomplish the opposite of his usual, unmaintained life.
And this thick fragrance lingered with us, long after he was gone.
His sickening cologne stayed with me.
Quietly alone, weeping with disgust..
Unable to remove the smell from my nose.
Go on Dad, paint your picture of gold, oh happy day.
This disguise of yours, was never meant for me.
He's oblivious, the scents are of warm nights in heat.
Just enough to make me sick, it was never about me.
I can't even remember how many night's I'd go to sleep listening to 'Black'. I'm now 24 years old and my very first tape cassette I ever owned was Pearl Jam's Ten, when I was 13.
I wrote this poem about my father and as you read,(if you chose to do so) you can probably feel what emotions I had for him as a child.
I post this here because I love Pearl Jam, the music saves me, everyday. Alway's has.
__ODE TO MY FATHER___
Father's necktie's rarley tied, rarley ever used.
Almost like like new, hanging on a twirling rack, upright.
Only special nights out, brought in those deep, muted colors.
Silkened fabric's, smooth to the touch.
His tie's complex patterns, stitched so beautifully..too good for you.
making him appear prominent.
Him, a scented dashing delight.
Smelling of something he wasn't.
Dignified, handsome, robust.
For one special night, he was like new.
Tieing two knots to his neck, just as his father showed him how.
Let your work pants rest, Dad.
I did as told.
Sitting. Small and meek.
Quietly observing. Wathcing him tie the folds.
Over, under, up and accross.
Incognito.
In a suite of black, so lame and depressed.
His necktie deserved his costly italian shoes, that did slide.
Last, he'd carefully polish and tie.
Never got to see him much, on those costume partied day's.
Or any time between.
His majesty, Mr. Unseen.
Almost unknown, tonight.
Vanishing into his ride with a quickness, as if he'd seen enough of me.
He had transformed himself,
accomplish the opposite of his usual, unmaintained life.
And this thick fragrance lingered with us, long after he was gone.
His sickening cologne stayed with me.
Quietly alone, weeping with disgust..
Unable to remove the smell from my nose.
Go on Dad, paint your picture of gold, oh happy day.
This disguise of yours, was never meant for me.
He's oblivious, the scents are of warm nights in heat.
Just enough to make me sick, it was never about me.
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you who hail from NoVa
nice writing... supernice...
our blatance as teens always surprising...
jamfaninmaine posted some of her daughter's stuff, and it's wonderfull...
stretch your toseys out around these parts
there's love in pearl jam
~love is saved~
Welcome.
Beatiful stuff, darkrose, even if sad and frustrating. I am particularly fond of the love-turned-resentment transition from beginning to end. Definitely brings to life the emotional dynamic of what you must have been feeling.
Enjoy the offerings of the Poetry Hut!
Nice read, darkrose.
I'll bring the buckets of pig entrails.
Yah... make it seem like I'm such a dick, Radar! Who's always the first one down the entrail-slickened Slip n' Slide? You are!
So quit whining.
That's it! I want out of the cult. Here's my Ovaltine secret decoder kit back!
girls!
darkrose... please... don't mind them, they're always scrappin over something...
ingrates
So, which on of you sexy bastards is Eddie?
ooh, can I be eddie this time???
Thanks again for responding to my poem, everyone! (except for mr. periods:()
And Cran and I wear having a playful little exchange, is all, nothing menacing. We're apt to do that sometimes. Sorry it happened on your thread.
And my response to Yellow was an inside joke.
And I thought your poem was nicely done, as I said earlier.
I guess it's best not to leave you in the dark... there's a very interesting dynamic amongst the regulars here at the poetry hut that sometimes "soils" threads. Very often, conversation gets off topic.
It has nothing to do with disrespect toward you at all. As you can see from above, you got accolades for your contribution. But in the end, almost all threads degenerate into mindless drivel like you've seen here. It happens to them all.
Please don't be offended, as none is intended. If you'd rather it not happen, say so, and we'll not dump our disrepect in your threads (for the next 24 hours).
Respectfully yours:
CranMalSpank
radar? she called you Mr. Periods!!!!!!!!! (lmmfao........)
mr.periods......
that's funny
darkrose, we (listen to me, speaking like, ya know, like i was "represent'n")... but... there's not a whole lotta conflict on this particular page of the message pit... sometimes i go to AET and I just can't deal... i get so mad, and nobody f*cking cares... so... i hidey my wittle head in here with these supernice, supersweet, supersmart etherfriends...
I'm not a moderator. Just the coolest person ever.
holy CROW darkrose, I loved that poem... I'm pretty sure that it sums up my feelings for my father as I was growing up nearly 100 percent, add some fun type abuse in there and we'll have a deal...
WELCOME WELCOME WELCOME.
you are most welcome here.
and thank YOU for sharing your stuff... look forward to more.
I enjoyed the poem, especially the use of smell to convey a deeper thought:
"Him, a scented dashing delight.
Smelling of something he wasn't.
Dignified, handsome, robust. "
"He's oblivious, the scents are of warm nights in heat"
Ah, the bitterness of resentment. Thanks for the read, darkrose. I look forward to seeing more from you.