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.
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.
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?
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've gotten through page 10 of the original thread. took me a while to catch my stride and find a reasonable way to format the chatty bits in as well...my apologies to those i failed to include before discovering a "clear" way to give credit to those posts which were not originated by our celebrated friend seta.
i gotta tell ya, my heart is full as i re-read and remember these days - the days in this thread, in this forum and where i was "this time" last year. hard to believe when its said out loud how quickly time has passed. there is an aching in my heart for those days that hasn't yet subsided. those days are as vivid to me as though we were still in their midst.
my thanks to the lovely loves that brought this joy and love and created a home where we all found refuge at one time or another. as much as i miss these days, i still believe that one day in some way we'll all be together in our commune.
much love to love and community and extra specially to those i've loved so well since the poetry forum was a poetry hut.
be back when i can to finish what we've started so long as its agreed that i haven't flubbed the format and intention of the thread.
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.
seems as though i have the whole place to myself this weekend.
i think this evening i'll kick back with a nice bottle of something or another - some poetry, a good live show, the place flooding with candle light and dream myself a little dream.
and that line eddie says, looking out over the 1/2 full arena cuz the tickets got botched... he says...."looks like we have the place all to ourselves"....
it's my personal all time fave, save San Antonio last year
and... may I say, setaside...
Crushed Wings is an awesome piece
there was a time last fall when i ducked out for a while, and I think you posted it during this time
even in the printed version of this thread,
it must've been late or something
because it's brand-new to me
setaside2: Consider yourself gratuitously paraphrased my dear Radar.
and those chalupas are a nasty habit
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09-30-2003 12:47 PM
13PJ13
quote:
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!
^
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09-30-2003 04:29 PM
Amaterasu
I'm the force in the winds
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.
10-01-2003 11:15 PM
setaside2
I'll continue this one later but totally fun
dig it, totally dig it. I was, like, rappin to these cats on the morrow, ya dig? and they was speakin they speaks about the haps in the hood. I tole em my momma won't let me play the sax no mo, not until the bills get put paid, ya know?So ma, I says, what about the Bird? Y'all know dat Charlie Parker pays his bills and creams his weed by playin the straights.. and she says Clifton! I says sho ma, and she says you all ain't got no ability. You all ain't got no connexions.. you all needs ta get a JOB.
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10-02-2003 01:43 AM
Radar(Baba)O'Riley
Re: I'll continue this one later but totally fun
Please don't ever say that again, ya dig?
10-02-2003 06:14 AM
setaside2
You all ain't got no sense a FUN. Now go on and getchya se'f an attitude adjustment.
See, you have to understand, I had a friend growing up who sounded just like this and I LOVED it. He could've narrated anything and it would've been great. SO I hear his voice in my head and I just have to write it out as it happens. Deal with THAT. I mean no disrespect to anybody, and I think it's a hell of a lot of fun. Dean would understand.
so all over you.
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10-02-2003 08:14 AM
Radar(Baba)O'Riley
I hear voices in my head, too. They sound like Jar Jar.
10-02-2003 08:32 AM
Amaterasu
Fly the friendly skies
HI there. An airline commercial? well could be worse.
About that post response I can dig yeah yeah I hear ya
too, I shall soon be off knocking on the doors of oppor-
tunity. Also I won't have any computer access. (Indefin-
inately.)
I shall miss the folks I've just started to meet and will
be left to my devices until I pop in once in a while.
So, it's always this way, something like paradise then
only so soon the affair has ended. Ha! Out into the real world
and don't come back until you git a job! Time to wish ME
luck.
10-02-2003 09:25 AM
Amaterasu
Did you ever see the movie in the 70's The Warriors?
So cool, Siris the gang leader's great line was
CAN YOU DIG IT?!?! He sounded like some
thundering God. CAN YOU DIG IT?!?!
Well my Seta, you dig it...Yo diggidity! We out.
Word.
FUN FUN FUN til her daddy takes the T-Bird away.
10-02-2003 09:36 AM
13PJ13
Jeremy, you really have no idea how great his "jive" talk can be until you actually hear it with your ears. it's quite entertaining.
and frightening all at the same time.
seems to describe our dear Seta quite well. entertaining + frightening = Marc
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10-02-2003 05:39 PM
setaside2
quote:
Originally posted by 13PJ13
seems to describe our dear Seta quite well. entertaining + frightening = Marc
While this one is based on a waitress from long ago...
I dedicate it to Savannah66 who is fighting the good fight.
And, I realize that this is different from my usual stuff, but it is real and it was real and I really did tip 45% that night. I'd do it again. Especially if my waitress was a girl named savannah....
MOTHER/dirty wash cloth
Waitress
They said
White trash
Poor
They said
She served me well
Not that I’m chauvinistic or anything
But
Hell
I felt like royalty
She deserved a tip
Didn’t trip
And even yelled at those people behind us
Who got so annoying
Words failed me
For a change
Brown hair
Withered smile
Mother to all that pay witness
Caring beyond our right to receive
“Punctuality is optional,”
She said with a small smile
“When you have to rely upon line cooks.”
We laughed courteously
Only a few of us truly understanding
Where she was coming from
Which was off her last break
Something like sixteen hundred
Hours ago
She smiled again
And shuffled off to some other destination
Lighting up the much needed cigarette
A silent discussion
Aside
With the apparent manager
A haggard looking man
Occurred
In which we found her name to be Julia
A twenty-something
On the road to somewhere
In no particular hurry it seems
But with import
And persistence
She was light on her feet
In the heavy hours of the early morn
A ballerina in servitude
Pinocchio on strings
On her way to the real
Real
And she was the best
That I
In my fascinated haze
Gave her 45%
Only because fifty would have broken me
She touched my hear with a menu
And limitless freefloating time
Her blue eyes sparkled
And I don’t think
I’ve ever had
A cleaner table.
I've worked in a restaurant for 7 years...I myself am a line cook. And I have fallen in and out of love with multiple waitresses in that time. This poem is amazing to me. I know that girl. I think I have fallen in love with her before.
I, too, have fallen spontaneous love with a waitress or three in my day... something about the way they appear to handle crowds and ignorance and singleminded ego driven folk. I think that all diplomats should wait tables for a minimum of 2 years before being allowed to pull politics. Absolutely. It would teach them the meaning of humanity and humility and, perhaps, they wouldn't forget their roots.
yeah.
glad you liked it. I hope you've liked the rest.
seta
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
Comments
Maybe I'll make you one. Most Patient of Poetry Patrons.
Does that work?
__________________
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.
Forget metaphor,
how 'bout setaphor?
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?
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've gotten through page 10 of the original thread. took me a while to catch my stride and find a reasonable way to format the chatty bits in as well...my apologies to those i failed to include before discovering a "clear" way to give credit to those posts which were not originated by our celebrated friend seta.
i gotta tell ya, my heart is full as i re-read and remember these days - the days in this thread, in this forum and where i was "this time" last year. hard to believe when its said out loud how quickly time has passed. there is an aching in my heart for those days that hasn't yet subsided. those days are as vivid to me as though we were still in their midst.
my thanks to the lovely loves that brought this joy and love and created a home where we all found refuge at one time or another. as much as i miss these days, i still believe that one day in some way we'll all be together in our commune.
much love to love and community and extra specially to those i've loved so well since the poetry forum was a poetry hut.
be back when i can to finish what we've started so long as its agreed that i haven't flubbed the format and intention of the thread.
i'll bring the pancakes
kisses, coleen
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'll be there.
seems as though i have the whole place to myself this weekend.
i think this evening i'll kick back with a nice bottle of something or another - some poetry, a good live show, the place flooding with candle light and dream myself a little dream.
;D
always good with wine
and that line eddie says, looking out over the 1/2 full arena cuz the tickets got botched... he says...."looks like we have the place all to ourselves"....
it's my personal all time fave, save San Antonio last year
Crushed Wings is an awesome piece
there was a time last fall when i ducked out for a while, and I think you posted it during this time
even in the printed version of this thread,
it must've been late or something
because it's brand-new to me
It's beautifully innocent.
How incredibly sweet?
Radar(Baba)O'Riley: hot for teacher?
setaside2: Ummmm.... NO!!! puh leeze
Radar(Baba)O'Riley: Did you give your teacher an apple
in exchange for a cherry?
setaside2: 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.
~*ahem *~[color]
Radar(Baba)O'Riley: Sounds like a stalker to me.............
If it makes a difference, I'll chase you, big boy
setaside2: 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.
Radar(Baba)O'Riley: Wow. I almost feel quoted.
Now I'm bloated with pride...................
and chalupas
and those chalupas are a nasty habit
__________________
09-30-2003 12:47 PM
13PJ13
quote:
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!
^
__________________
09-30-2003 04:29 PM
Amaterasu
I'm the force in the winds
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.
10-01-2003 11:15 PM
setaside2
I'll continue this one later but totally fun
dig it, totally dig it. I was, like, rappin to these cats on the morrow, ya dig? and they was speakin they speaks about the haps in the hood. I tole em my momma won't let me play the sax no mo, not until the bills get put paid, ya know?So ma, I says, what about the Bird? Y'all know dat Charlie Parker pays his bills and creams his weed by playin the straights.. and she says Clifton! I says sho ma, and she says you all ain't got no ability. You all ain't got no connexions.. you all needs ta get a JOB.
__________________
10-02-2003 01:43 AM
Radar(Baba)O'Riley
Re: I'll continue this one later but totally fun
Please don't ever say that again, ya dig?
10-02-2003 06:14 AM
setaside2
You all ain't got no sense a FUN. Now go on and getchya se'f an attitude adjustment.
See, you have to understand, I had a friend growing up who sounded just like this and I LOVED it. He could've narrated anything and it would've been great. SO I hear his voice in my head and I just have to write it out as it happens. Deal with THAT. I mean no disrespect to anybody, and I think it's a hell of a lot of fun. Dean would understand.
so all over you.
__________________
10-02-2003 08:14 AM
Radar(Baba)O'Riley
I hear voices in my head, too. They sound like Jar Jar.
10-02-2003 08:32 AM
Amaterasu
Fly the friendly skies
HI there. An airline commercial? well could be worse.
About that post response I can dig yeah yeah I hear ya
too, I shall soon be off knocking on the doors of oppor-
tunity. Also I won't have any computer access. (Indefin-
inately.)
I shall miss the folks I've just started to meet and will
be left to my devices until I pop in once in a while.
So, it's always this way, something like paradise then
only so soon the affair has ended. Ha! Out into the real world
and don't come back until you git a job! Time to wish ME
luck.
10-02-2003 09:25 AM
Amaterasu
Did you ever see the movie in the 70's The Warriors?
So cool, Siris the gang leader's great line was
CAN YOU DIG IT?!?! He sounded like some
thundering God. CAN YOU DIG IT?!?!
Well my Seta, you dig it...Yo diggidity! We out.
Word.
FUN FUN FUN til her daddy takes the T-Bird away.
10-02-2003 09:36 AM
13PJ13
Jeremy, you really have no idea how great his "jive" talk can be until you actually hear it with your ears. it's quite entertaining.
and frightening all at the same time.
seems to describe our dear Seta quite well. entertaining + frightening = Marc
__________________
10-02-2003 05:39 PM
setaside2
quote:
Originally posted by 13PJ13
seems to describe our dear Seta quite well. entertaining + frightening = Marc
Do see that folks? That, right there, is love.
__________________
10-02-2003 08:50 PM
13PJ13
more than you may know...
While this one is based on a waitress from long ago...
I dedicate it to Savannah66 who is fighting the good fight.
And, I realize that this is different from my usual stuff, but it is real and it was real and I really did tip 45% that night. I'd do it again. Especially if my waitress was a girl named savannah....
MOTHER/dirty wash cloth
Waitress
They said
White trash
Poor
They said
She served me well
Not that I’m chauvinistic or anything
But
Hell
I felt like royalty
She deserved a tip
Didn’t trip
And even yelled at those people behind us
Who got so annoying
Words failed me
For a change
Brown hair
Withered smile
Mother to all that pay witness
Caring beyond our right to receive
“Punctuality is optional,”
She said with a small smile
“When you have to rely upon line cooks.”
We laughed courteously
Only a few of us truly understanding
Where she was coming from
Which was off her last break
Something like sixteen hundred
Hours ago
She smiled again
And shuffled off to some other destination
Lighting up the much needed cigarette
A silent discussion
Aside
With the apparent manager
A haggard looking man
Occurred
In which we found her name to be Julia
A twenty-something
On the road to somewhere
In no particular hurry it seems
But with import
And persistence
She was light on her feet
In the heavy hours of the early morn
A ballerina in servitude
Pinocchio on strings
On her way to the real
Real
And she was the best
That I
In my fascinated haze
Gave her 45%
Only because fifty would have broken me
She touched my hear with a menu
And limitless freefloating time
Her blue eyes sparkled
And I don’t think
I’ve ever had
A cleaner table.
hey yeah
I, too, have fallen spontaneous love with a waitress or three in my day... something about the way they appear to handle crowds and ignorance and singleminded ego driven folk. I think that all diplomats should wait tables for a minimum of 2 years before being allowed to pull politics. Absolutely. It would teach them the meaning of humanity and humility and, perhaps, they wouldn't forget their roots.
yeah.
glad you liked it. I hope you've liked the rest.
seta