User Poetry - Page 24

Patricia · 09-25-2008, 08:11 PM

That is lovely.

montsnmags · 09-25-2008, 08:58 PM

Atop a peak made bald by ice-blast scour,
Enfolded in mad zephyrs' coats of rime,
before the sunlight's feeble last half-hour,
I contemplate the taking back of time:

a breath of words that mist an airy mark;
a countenance distilled into a stream;
a self-made arrow's suicidal arc
that pierces the reflection of a dream:

of rolling thunder running up the shore;
of sand escaping through a looking glass;
of port not drunk behind a slamming door;
but with a wishful toast, "These times will pass",

and thus unfold a crumpled, cooling self
that sought to ossify upon a shelf.

UKHaiku · 09-28-2008, 09:59 AM

liquid,
I find the light,
which enters my bedroom,
illuminating, it reveals,
my book

DaleDe · 09-30-2008, 02:56 PM

I have placed a link on the home page of the wiki called Poetry (bottom of first column). Please tap it and then add your poetry to the wiki so that it is easy to find and everyone can benefit from reading this fine work.

Dale

vivaldirules · 09-30-2008, 03:15 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by DaleDe

I have placed a link on the home page of the wiki called Poetry (bottom of first column). Please tap it and then add your poetry to the wiki so that it is easy to find and everyone can benefit from reading this fine work.

Dale

Thanks, Dale. I thought I'd take the poetry that I had compiled from this thread and had put together as an ebook a month or so ago and simply paste that into that Wiki and include the contributor's username and a link to the original thread post. I hope that will work for everyone.

Patricia · 09-30-2008, 04:43 PM

That's fine with me.

Wordcrasher · 09-30-2008, 10:21 PM

A hot summer night,
lot of buzzing mosquitos.
We both could not sleep

DixieGal · 10-30-2008, 11:27 AM

Off topic, but the best place I could find to share this. Slayda is OCRing a book that has been my pride and joy for at least 15 yrs. It is a collection of short stories, and this poem is in it also. I love de Camp's stories - clean, funny, intelligent, and always with a twist.

The Ameba
From
The Best of L. Sprague de Camp

An ameba, grown too portly,
Elongates itself and shortly
Parts itself into amebae twain.
Now, this form of reproduction
Has its points, if your construction
Lets you split yourself without a pain.
It avoids the complications
That beset our copulations,
Which we try to regulate in vain.
Thus a piece of protoplasm
Undergoes bipartite spasm,
As it did in Eozoic clime;
Each ameba, now existing,
Is a unit, yet persisting,
Which has flourished since the dawn of time.
In this neat and sober fashion,
Unbetrayed by human passion,
Multiplies this deathless bit of slime.
Still, there must be something missing
To a life that knows no kissing,
Nor the other games the sexes play.
Surely, Solomon and Sheba
Had more fun than that ameba
E'er will know forever and a day.
So I'd rather love my lassie
Than to be a little, glassy,
Protoplasmic speck and live for ay.

GeoffC · 10-30-2008, 12:09 PM

Reminds me of the frogspawn that used to be dished up at school.....

DixieGal · 11-13-2008, 11:30 AM

I can only write from the heart when it is broken. This is a poem I wrote about one of our little patients whose soon-to-be stepfather abused him and gave him cocaine. The child is coming to clinic tomorrow, and it reminded me of the poem.

[Title Deleted Because It Is the Real Name]

You were only two months old
When she left you with that man
She trusted.

She planned to spend her life
With that man she thought would be
Your new dad.

When she came home, you were sick.
She took you to the doctor
To find out.

She wept when they took you out
Of her arms, away from him
To save you.

From more cocaine and fractures
And the man she thought was right.
She was wrong.

Now you are safely healed,
In a loving home somewhere.
Is she safe?

_______________
6/27/2003 A true story.

Happy Ending: Mom and child are reunited, happy, and healthy today.

jamesdmanley · 11-13-2008, 12:14 PM

wow good thread. im surprised i havent noticed it before. heres something i wrote last weekend. may add more to it later if i can stand to think on it more.

begging dives

the pangs of heartbreak
resonate across my tender soul
still raw from wounds of days gone by
still yearning to be whole

the memory of her artistry
etched into my heart
still aches with every rythmn
still agony apart

longing for her gentle touch
the saccharine twinkle in her eyes
the melody of a single sound
to quench my thirst by begging dives

badgoodDeb · 11-13-2008, 02:11 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by DixieGal

6/27/2003 A true story.

Happy Ending: Mom and child are reunited, happy, and healthy today.

Wow -- great poem. I almost missed this tag line, but I'm glad I saw it. Glad they are healthy!

Quote:

Originally Posted by jamesdmanley

the saccharine twinkle in her eyes

Oooo- good poem; great line!

DixieGal · 11-13-2008, 02:26 PM

I opened up a mess of worms when I looked into my poetry folder. I will post a few of my heartbreak poems.

Softness

In some songs, they say love is soft.
Not true. My love for you is strong.
You wanted my strength,
But you needed my love.
Learning to be strong was easy.

In other songs, they say love is strong.
But you, your love for me is soft.
You gave me your trust,
And I was tamed by your love.
Learning to be soft was hard.

2/26/08

******************************

40 NIGHTS

For Tim

It rained again tonight.
Six long weeks of rain
Since you were well and strong.
Not a storm gathering,
But rain that falls like tears.

40 nights I’ve watched you try to sleep.
You toss. I lie awake
Until you rise to let me sleep.
And every night I miss you.
The sky is gray on black.

40 nights I’ve watched you learn pain.
Your robust cheerful health
Sluicing away. I see you
Every day and I miss you.
The clouds obscure the moon.

It rained again tonight.
Six long weeks of rain
Since you were last my You.
The ark of us holds tight
But tears still run like rain.

October 2002 Written when Tim suddenly became unexplainably ill. I watched pain dim the light in his beautiful eyes with each passing night.
November 2002 Diagnosed with severe rheumatoid arthritis, began chemo drug Methotrexate. He is still unable to sleep because of the pain.
November 2008 He still takes Methotrexate and has daily pain, but he is coping.

*******************************

This one is about infertility and trying to have a baby. I don't like the form and it is clumsy, but it always gets to me.

28 DAYS

I wake at 3 a.m.
Drenched, I can not know
If this is tears
Or sweat from fear
Or both.

I hurry to a barely begun nursery
To hug my sleeping child.
Thick, flowing blond curls
Fall over my arms as I,
Foolishly missing my child’s embrace
During the long night,
Crush this phantom child
To my heart.

Fantasy fades. Morning light.
My beautiful golden child
Is illusion/elusive.
The pink light of sunrise
Mocks me like the single
Pink line I see – again –
On my useless little test stick.

February 1997 Written about a heartbreaking miscarriage
and being pressured by the fertility doctors to begin the
process of trying to conceive again while still grieving.

******************************

I've also got some equally cheerful poems about my mother's cancer and father's death. I'll spare you.

Patricia · 11-13-2008, 02:53 PM

DixieGal, thanks for sharing your poems. The first one especially made an impression on me.
(The others might, tomorrow. I can only read one poem properly at a time. If I attempt two, then I find that the emotions clash.)

jamesdmanley · 11-14-2008, 03:25 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by badgoodDeb

Oooo- good poem; great line!

thank you kindly =)

09-28-2008, 09:59 AM	#348
UKHaiku Enthusiast Posts: 48 Karma: 104 Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: UK Device: Sony Reader - PRS-505	liquid, I find the light, which enters my bedroom, illuminating, it reveals, my book Last edited by UKHaiku; 09-29-2008 at 03:52 PM. Reason: cough Reduced to 5 lines, though slightly lamer finish... grumble

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09-25-2008, 08:11 PM	#346
Patricia Reader Posts: 11,504 Karma: 8720163 Join Date: May 2007 Location: South Wales, UK Device: Sony PRS-500, PRS-505, Asus EEEpc 4G	That is lovely.

09-25-2008, 08:58 PM	#347
montsnmags Grand Sorcerer Posts: 10,155 Karma: 4632658 Join Date: Nov 2007 Device: none	Atop a peak made bald by ice-blast scour, Enfolded in mad zephyrs' coats of rime, before the sunlight's feeble last half-hour, I contemplate the taking back of time: a breath of words that mist an airy mark; a countenance distilled into a stream; a self-made arrow's suicidal arc that pierces the reflection of a dream: of rolling thunder running up the shore; of sand escaping through a looking glass; of port not drunk behind a slamming door; but with a wishful toast, "These times will pass", and thus unfold a crumpled, cooling self that sought to ossify upon a shelf.

09-30-2008, 02:56 PM	#349
DaleDe Grand Sorcerer Posts: 11,470 Karma: 13095790 Join Date: Aug 2007 Location: Grass Valley, CA Device: EB 1150, EZ Reader, Literati, iPad 2 & Air 2, iPhone 7	I have placed a link on the home page of the wiki called Poetry (bottom of first column). Please tap it and then add your poetry to the wiki so that it is easy to find and everyone can benefit from reading this fine work. Dale

09-30-2008, 04:43 PM	#351
Patricia Reader Posts: 11,504 Karma: 8720163 Join Date: May 2007 Location: South Wales, UK Device: Sony PRS-500, PRS-505, Asus EEEpc 4G	That's fine with me.

09-30-2008, 10:21 PM	#352
Wordcrasher Addict Posts: 253 Karma: 1246 Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: Vicenza, Italy Device: Kindle Fire 2015, Kindle Paperwhite	A hot summer night, lot of buzzing mosquitos. We both could not sleep

10-30-2008, 11:27 AM	#353
DixieGal Hi There! Posts: 7,473 Karma: 2930523 Join Date: Feb 2008 Location: Ft Lauderdale Device: iPad	Off topic, but the best place I could find to share this. Slayda is OCRing a book that has been my pride and joy for at least 15 yrs. It is a collection of short stories, and this poem is in it also. I love de Camp's stories - clean, funny, intelligent, and always with a twist. The Ameba From The Best of L. Sprague de Camp An ameba, grown too portly, Elongates itself and shortly Parts itself into amebae twain. Now, this form of reproduction Has its points, if your construction Lets you split yourself without a pain. It avoids the complications That beset our copulations, Which we try to regulate in vain. Thus a piece of protoplasm Undergoes bipartite spasm, As it did in Eozoic clime; Each ameba, now existing, Is a unit, yet persisting, Which has flourished since the dawn of time. In this neat and sober fashion, Unbetrayed by human passion, Multiplies this deathless bit of slime. Still, there must be something missing To a life that knows no kissing, Nor the other games the sexes play. Surely, Solomon and Sheba Had more fun than that ameba E'er will know forever and a day. So I'd rather love my lassie Than to be a little, glassy, Protoplasmic speck and live for ay.

10-30-2008, 12:09 PM	#354
GeoffC Chocolate Grasshopper ... Posts: 27,599 Karma: 20821184 Join Date: Mar 2008 Location: Scotland Device: Muse HD , Cybook Gen3 , Pocketbook 302 (Black) , Nexus 10: wife has PW	Reminds me of the frogspawn that used to be dished up at school.....

11-13-2008, 11:30 AM	#355
DixieGal Hi There! Posts: 7,473 Karma: 2930523 Join Date: Feb 2008 Location: Ft Lauderdale Device: iPad	I can only write from the heart when it is broken. This is a poem I wrote about one of our little patients whose soon-to-be stepfather abused him and gave him cocaine. The child is coming to clinic tomorrow, and it reminded me of the poem. [Title Deleted Because It Is the Real Name] You were only two months old When she left you with that man She trusted. She planned to spend her life With that man she thought would be Your new dad. When she came home, you were sick. She took you to the doctor To find out. She wept when they took you out Of her arms, away from him To save you. From more cocaine and fractures And the man she thought was right. She was wrong. Now you are safely healed, In a loving home somewhere. Is she safe? _______________ 6/27/2003 A true story. Happy Ending: Mom and child are reunited, happy, and healthy today.

11-13-2008, 12:14 PM	#356
jamesdmanley Groupie Posts: 156 Karma: 817 Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: houston Device: prs-500	wow good thread. im surprised i havent noticed it before. heres something i wrote last weekend. may add more to it later if i can stand to think on it more. begging dives the pangs of heartbreak resonate across my tender soul still raw from wounds of days gone by still yearning to be whole the memory of her artistry etched into my heart still aches with every rythmn still agony apart longing for her gentle touch the saccharine twinkle in her eyes the melody of a single sound to quench my thirst by begging dives

11-13-2008, 02:26 PM	#358
DixieGal Hi There! Posts: 7,473 Karma: 2930523 Join Date: Feb 2008 Location: Ft Lauderdale Device: iPad	I opened up a mess of worms when I looked into my poetry folder. I will post a few of my heartbreak poems. Softness In some songs, they say love is soft. Not true. My love for you is strong. You wanted my strength, But you needed my love. Learning to be strong was easy. In other songs, they say love is strong. But you, your love for me is soft. You gave me your trust, And I was tamed by your love. Learning to be soft was hard. 2/26/08 **************************** 40 NIGHTS** For Tim It rained again tonight. Six long weeks of rain Since you were well and strong. Not a storm gathering, But rain that falls like tears. 40 nights I’ve watched you try to sleep. You toss. I lie awake Until you rise to let me sleep. And every night I miss you. The sky is gray on black. 40 nights I’ve watched you learn pain. Your robust cheerful health Sluicing away. I see you Every day and I miss you. The clouds obscure the moon. It rained again tonight. Six long weeks of rain Since you were last my You. The ark of us holds tight But tears still run like rain. October 2002 Written when Tim suddenly became unexplainably ill. I watched pain dim the light in his beautiful eyes with each passing night. November 2002 Diagnosed with severe rheumatoid arthritis, began chemo drug Methotrexate. He is still unable to sleep because of the pain. November 2008 He still takes Methotrexate and has daily pain, but he is coping. ***************************** This one is about infertility and trying to have a baby. I don't like the form and it is clumsy, but it always gets to me. 28 DAYS I wake at 3 a.m. Drenched, I can not know If this is tears Or sweat from fear Or both. I hurry to a barely begun nursery To hug my sleeping child. Thick, flowing blond curls Fall over my arms as I, Foolishly missing my child’s embrace During the long night, Crush this phantom child To my heart. Fantasy fades. Morning light. My beautiful golden child Is illusion/elusive. The pink light of sunrise Mocks me like the single Pink line I see – again – On my useless little test stick. February 1997 Written about a heartbreaking miscarriage and being pressured by the fertility doctors to begin the process of trying to conceive again while still grieving. **************************** I've also got some equally cheerful poems about my mother's cancer and father's death. I'll spare you.

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11-13-2008, 02:53 PM	#359
Patricia Reader Posts: 11,504 Karma: 8720163 Join Date: May 2007 Location: South Wales, UK Device: Sony PRS-500, PRS-505, Asus EEEpc 4G	DixieGal, thanks for sharing your poems. The first one especially made an impression on me. (The others might, tomorrow. I can only read one poem properly at a time. If I attempt two, then I find that the emotions clash.)