First poem you posted in this Forum

Ms. Haiku

Go ahead and find it. When I can't find mine, Fins is able to find it for me. Then we can see how we have progressed.

Ms. Haiku

Fins, can you find my first poem, please? I don't know how to go back that far on this screen.

trappedinmyradio

this is the first one for me...and my favorite...

la mort de la pluie

Do you remember that time in Pittsburgh…
...No
That time at Yama when I spilled my water glass
You laughed, and covered your cute nose and mouth with your hand
…that never happened
The moment when we heard the new record together
Did you put your hand on my hand on my leg and squeeze
because the excitement was wrenching?
...No,that didn’t happen either…
Do you remember the concert back in June when you smiled
and said you would never leave because leaving would mean losing?
…you left.
The time I called and you called back because my message was sweet…
…I’m confused again…
...creating snapshot images…
moving together - fast - forming a movie.

I gave you the Admit One
You smiled sideways…the way you do with your upper lip
looked at the car passing behind you - a four-door…something red -
slowly moved those hazel eyes to the concrete at your feet…my feet.
opened the purse you said you’d never carry
stuffed another one inside…wrinkling.
I said, “you’re beautiful from above”
You had a thought…he loves me
My eyes were warm, that night, with the purple-haze sunset inside
You brushed the back of your index finger down my cheek
and then put the palm of your hand on my face, smiled and said,
“I’ll talk to you soon,” to which I replied,
“I’m going to miss you…”
and I do.

trappedinmyradio

this is what i found for you...

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Axis: a reference on which others are measured.

someone,
part of a
dot.com bust,
steals the
want ads
from the
public library,
which
closes early
due to
lack of
funding.

Ms. Haiku

trappedinmyradio wrote:

this is what i found for you...

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Axis: a reference on which others are measured.

someone,
part of a
dot.com bust,
steals the
want ads
from the
public library,
which
closes early
due to
lack of
funding.

Excellent! Thank you. It's titled, "Axis of Evil."

I thought my first one was a play on "Elderly Woman in a Small Town", but I remember that this was posted at about the same time. How do you go back, anyway?

Being Enlightened

Dirty Laundry

---

I want to take all these
dirty thoughts
Add some water
and some soap
Put them through
the wringer
Hang them out on
the line
And put them clean
back into the storage
of my mind
But who am I kidding
They'll only get dirty again!

*stops herself from tweaking it*

I think that was my first. HA!

Ms. Haiku, you go to the bottom of this section and you'll see a section off to the lefthand side that has drop down menus, go to those and choose--sorted by Thread Starter, from the Beginning, and you can either choose ascending or decending order, and then hit "show threads". You have to go through many pages, but once you find your name, you can look through all your old stuff and everyone else's too! Have fun!

Ms. Haiku

Being Enlightened wrote:

Dirty Laundry

---

I want to take all these
dirty thoughts
Add some water
and some soap
Put them through
the wringer
Hang them out on
the line
And put them clean
back into the storage
of my mind
But who am I kidding
They'll only get dirty again!

*stops herself from tweaking it*

I think that was my first. HA!

Ms. Haiku, you go to the bottom of this section and you'll see a section off to the lefthand side that has drop down menus, go to those and choose--sorted by Thread Starter, from the Beginning, and you can either choose ascending or decending order, and then hit "show threads". You have to go through many pages, but once you find your name, you can look through all your old stuff and everyone else's too! Have fun!

Excellent! Thank you for the tip. I tried that and realized that it only goes back until it crashed. I thought my first one was in June July of 2004. Well, close enough, eh?

Ms. Haiku

Wait a second, your poem is from 2003? Let me try again. . .

imspinnin

This is my first...but not my favorite:o




No Longer


I walked you through the maze of my soul
with hope and smiles
Just for you to reverse and knock down all my walls

Why do I walk your winding trails
Just for you to let go of my hand and lose me

I give you all that I am with light and truth
Just for you to lock me in the dark with your lies

Compassion and sincerity is my gift to you
You unwrap it without value

Your selfishness dismisses my purity
My tenderness is whipped by your tongue

I've opened my doors and shared my dreams
I've given you comfort when you needed encouragement
I was a source of strength when you needed support

No longer will I
Jump into your life with both feet
I promise to be true to myself
and not let you watch me bleed

Ms. Haiku

Ms. Haiku wrote:

Wait a second, your poem is from 2003? Let me try again. . .

My Axis of Evil didn't get any responses that's why I think it was listed first. Also, I think the one that I think is the oldest I brought back for discussion later. Anyway, close enough. Yeah, now I know how to do that.

FinsburyParkCarrots

I'm here now! I'll look for your poem now, Ms Haiku!

By the way, my first one was the lyric to my song Westgate To The Grey, which is on my Myspace page. No need to reproduce it again.

FinsburyParkCarrots

Dunno where it is, Ms Haiku.

trappedinmyradio

go to "Search" at the top of the page in the header...then go to "Advanced" then in the right hand side you can type in your username and then select, from the drop down menu, "Threads Started by..." and then select this forum and hit search and go to the very last page and it should have the very first thread you started here...

even flow?

#1 09-23-2003, 07:58 AM

Just Some Words?

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Knew a person
Filled with vain
I wondered
How it affected their brain
It would drive me insane
Living with that pain

Ms. Haiku

Woman Responds

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I'm behind the counter
growing older, not too tired,
though. Between taking orders from new diners
I fill coffee cups and sugar dispensers,
joke with the cook,
and write out sight-seeing directions.

We serve the best fries around, the ones that hit the spot
for weary couples and high school crowds
(just ignore the man with the black & white notebook.)

This may look small town to you,
but you're sitting in a Jersey diner booth.
The glorious colors of autumn always fool.

You may think I'm common,
my life not chosen, a chalkboard still blank,
but people my age inspire music when we walk.
We've worked hard for our calluses,
and proud of it!

If only you could see the tattoos on my shoulders.
One of the Garden State Parkway, the other an opened letter.
The Parkway tattoo - so I'll always find home.
The opened letter

designed by someone

another story, eh?

I've seen him once since

another story, some other time, alright?

How about more coffee?



It's a play on Elderly Woman in a Small Town. Like the woman behind the counter is responding - hence, woman responds. This was posted one day before Axis of Evil, but because it had a re-emergence it was listed a few pages later under my tag. Wow, that was fun to research.

Ms. Haiku

imspinnin wrote:

This is my first...but not my favorite:o




No Longer


I walked you through the maze of my soul
with hope and smiles
Just for you to reverse and knock down all my walls

Why do I walk your winding trails
Just for you to let go of my hand and lose me

I give you all that I am with light and truth
Just for you to lock me in the dark with your lies

Compassion and sincerity is my gift to you
You unwrap it without value

Your selfishness dismisses my purity
My tenderness is whipped by your tongue

I've opened my doors and shared my dreams
I've given you comfort when you needed encouragement
I was a source of strength when you needed support

No longer will I
Jump into your life with both feet
I promise to be true to myself
and not let you watch me bleed

You know what, why don't you post your favorite, too, just for kicks?

Ms. Haiku

FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:

I'm here now! I'll look for your poem now, Ms Haiku!

By the way, my first one was the lyric to my song Westgate To The Grey, which is on my Myspace page. No need to reproduce it again.

Take my other suggestion, and post your favorite one.

eddies grrl

river


is it cold where you are?
are the blankets i slept beneath,
lofty on your bed as snow,
warm enough to chase the chill from your bones?

do you ever think of me?
have you wondered,
gazing out the kitchen window,
coffee in hand as we did, where i am?

have you ever watched a river?
seen the water move over rock,
leaves carried to distant banks
far from the tree that bore them,
and wondered if it ever rests?

i am that river
running over stone and mud
swirling in pools, then moving on
at times yielding to the banks
then overflowing them
carrying with me twigs and leaves and earth

and you, my love, are a leaf
brilliant and gold in the sunlight
dropped from a maple far north of here
floating forever in my waters

pacifier

I believe this was my first on this newer board, but on the old one back in 2002 I think it was the poem below this one


If only...

Sometimes, alone, I wonder
what could be if only...
no space, just time
and you were mine
But the oceans full of waves
and direction paves the way
Time slips away,
moves too slow
and who can wait?
I know I can
but you say no
So I cry and wait
just sleep and wake
and think what could be
if only





Elderly Couple Behind The Paper In A Small Room

Expanded minds between the lines they never walked
An image bred is hard to spread, they never talk

Taking comfort in the loneliness they share
between their hectic life and looming death

SOLITUDE THEIR INTERLUDE

It's all come and gone, the goings on, it's had its place
Too late to reach across the breach, it's hard to face
The planet revolves, memories dissolve and fade away
The falling sands and moving hands have their way

Silence fills the empty space left in the air
Words once roamed so often there

DUMBNESS THEIR NUMBNESS

Eyes shut tight, dark of the night, shadow of the day
Never so close, never so closed as when they lay

Metamorphosis of images insane
Still can't bridge the distance they maintain

SECLUSION THEIR DELUSION

Shall it return, cross bridges burned, bring back emotion?
Tired eyes watch rising tides of their united ocean
Ebb and flow, stopped long ago, starts to reoccur
Consciousness, laid motionless, begins to stir

Endless notions feel the need to be conveyed
Open eyes see that today is still their day

COMMUNICATION THEIR LIBERATION

Ms. Haiku

That's really interesting that it looks like we were both inspired by "Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town" yes? Yet, the sentiment is different, eh? I consider my protagonist maybe with bittersweet memories, but she's a little saucy, too. Your poem seems more sad with an edge, yes?

pacifier

Ms. Haiku wrote:

That's really interesting that it looks like we were both inspired by "Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town" yes? Yet, the sentiment is different, eh? I consider my protagonist maybe with bittersweet memories, but she's a little saucy, too. Your poem seems more sad with an edge, yes?

Well mine was just about an elderly couple who don't communicate anymore, but are still together for comfort. It reminded me of (or perhaps was inspired by. I forget) the scene in Singles where the couple were sitting at the kitchen table, both behind their newspapers, not talking, so I kept thinking "elderly couple behind their papers" which reminded me of elderly woman, so I made the title to reflect that. The small room part is to show they are physically close but emotionly nothing is their anymore.