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I see that poetry leads to intimacy around here....


and what verbal assault coleen? anyone may abuse my email or PM to their hearts content. My diary is open book.

and no pinching in front of me, I may get jealous.

that's darn near sadistic me foine lad. miss coleen deserves gentility and caressment.

LOL but you know best.


where is the new poem coleen? you are now exactly 2 hours overdue.

Originally posted by Goulet
i pinch really hard, but its with love and a giant, foolish smile

i think i can take it and giant foolish smiles are always appreciated

Originally posted by setaside2
Coleen, it's not happiness, it is a form of survivalist based serenity. I have an inner calm that allows me to look at all that is happening to me with some form of clarity, and right now it is all I am able to ask for.

If I am upbeat it is because I am indeed pleased to see all of you and, even better, so many of us on the forum at once.

And yes indeedy, poetry IS intimacy and hence it begets more intimacy. I need more poetry in that regards...

whether it is happiness or survivalist based serenity that brought you back here, i'm just glad to see you around again. you are an important piece of the poetry forum's puzzle and it felt weird having that place open while you were gone.

i want more new poems from coleen
i want more, please
please
please
i'm not a begger, but i like to choose to read good poems

don't think about what you post, just post
if you think about it too much you start thinking its not good enough, which everyone does...
when you write, write for yourself and no one else, makes it easy and real and truthful and not bashful

Originally posted by setaside2
and who is the lucky inviso-man?

i think its the inviso-man that's been hiding away with my inviso-girl

the closest thing to a poem that i can write - only its a sing songy kind of a thing.....


Love is blind?


when i asked, he did reply

"one who is just slightly shy,
a heart thats warm, pure and true
full of laughter and sweetness too.
one that is sincerely attentive, that may be foolish
and sometimes pensive.
a mind that shelters thoughts of time and would also
savor my soul of rhyme.
a girl who will try to understand, the somewhat violent torment
of this gentle man.
one who will cherish the laughter and tears and
reassure this small boy's fears."

for this girl he has searched quite a while
and if ever she's found, for ever he'd smile.
i've always been humble, a bit too insecure
but just for this once of this truth i was sure.
my soul cried out "why don't you see?
the ghost you've described, lives within me"

although in such matters, i'll always be meak
overwhelming love, urged me to speak.
but then he said, "just one thing more....."
and he painted the vision that he would adore.
having heard this, he couldn't love me.

he's searching for the embodiment of beauty.

Shallow callow bastard!

well he obviously has NO idea of what he is missing in a human being. HIS LOSS.


also and YAY! we squeezed TWO out of her in one day! YES.


and this one is powerful. bring more please.

Originally posted by Goulet
somehow it reminds me of something Bob Dylan might write, not sure if its the flow or the paterns or the heartache or what, but damnit there's somethign there, and i don't usually like rhyming poems at all...

i am aware of your aversion to rhyming poems which is why i was reluctant to post one. they usually come out that way with me and i'm not enamoured with rhyming poems at all. there are only a precious few that can get away with them if you ask me.

no more rhyming from now on...but they won't really be poems either.