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                There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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            Fins, can you find my first poem, please? I don't know how to go back that far on this screen.There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
 The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird0
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            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.I'll dig a tunnel
 from my window to yours0
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            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.I'll dig a tunnel
 from my window to yours0
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 Excellent! Thank you. It's titled, "Axis of Evil."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.
 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?There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
 The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird0
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            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. I think that was my first. HA! 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!                        Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0 Have fun!                        Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen0
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 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?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. I think that was my first. HA! 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!There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous Have fun!There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
 The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird0
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            Wait a second, your poem is from 2003? Let me try again. . .There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
 The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird0
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            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 bleedIf I could be anything in the world I would be your teardrop...I would be born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips.0
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 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.Ms. Haiku wrote:Wait a second, your poem is from 2003? Let me try again. . . There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
 The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird0
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            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. 0 0
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            Dunno where it is, Ms Haiku.0
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            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...I'll dig a tunnel
 from my window to yours0
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            #1 09-23-2003, 07:58 AM
 Just Some Words?
 Knew a person
 Filled with vain
 I wondered
 How it affected their brain
 It would drive me insane
 Living with that painYou've changed your place in this world!0
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            Woman Responds
 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.There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
 The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird0
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 You know what, why don't you post your favorite, too, just for kicks?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 bleedThere is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
 The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird0
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 Take my other suggestion, and post your favorite one.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. There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
 The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird0
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            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 watersLife is the riddle
 Of which we're caught in the middle.
 A couple of lucky ones
 Tangled up in too much love
 ~cowboy junkies0
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            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 LIBERATION0
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            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?There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
 The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird0
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            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.0
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