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  • I KNEW IT!!! I love it!!
  • You should see the reaction when DH reads it at poetry readings!!!!!
  • I've had a brief reunion with an old friend... brought back memories.

    First Love:


    Moist kisses in damp woods

    Stolen, secret embraces

    Tight jeans in dark places

    The taste of Kaluha and cigarettes

    Smell of skin

    Smiling in the dark



    (I like to write raunchy poetry)

    Lois
  • Lois, it's great! Keep them coming...
    Umm, you didn't have sex, did you? What do you mean by "brief reunion"?
  • Only in my mind.....




    Lois
  • After The Last Dynasty
    by Stanley Kunitz

    Reading in Li Po
    how "the peach blossom follows the water"
    I keep thinking of you
    because you were so much like
    Chairman Mao,
    naturally with the sex
    transposed
    and the figure slighter.
    Loving you was a kind
    of Chinese guerilla war.
    Thanks to your lightfoot genius
    no Eighth Route Army
    kept its lines more fluid,
    traveled with less baggage
    so nibbled the advantage.
    Even with your small bad heart
    you made a dance of departures.
    In the cold spring rains
    when last you failed me
    I had nothing left to spend
    but a red crayon language
    on the character of the enemy
    to break appointments,
    to fight us not
    with his strength
    but with his weakness,
    to kill us
    not with his health
    but with his sickness.
    Pet, spitfire, blue-eyed pony,
    here is a new note
    I want to pin on your door,
    though I am ten years late
    and you are nowhere:
    Tell me,
    are you still mistress of the valley,
    what trophies drift downriver,
    why did you keep me waiting?
  • I like that.
  • Ok this has been stuck in my head and I think it would make a lovely poem.

    For No One
    (Lennon/McCartney)

    Your day breaks, your mind aches
    You find that all the words of kindness linger on
    When she no longer needs you.

    She wakes up, she makes up
    She takes her time and doesn't feel she has to hurry
    She no longer needs you.

    And in her eyes you see nothing
    No sign of love behind the tears
    Cried for no one
    A love that should have lasted years!

    You want her, you need her
    And yet you don't believe her when she said her love is dead
    You think she needs you.

    And in her eyes you see nothing
    No sign of love behind the tears
    Cried for no one
    A love that should have lasted years!

    You stay home, she goes out
    She says that long ago she knew someone but now he's gone
    She doesn't need him

    Your day breaks, your mind aches
    There will be time when all the things she said will fill your head
    You won't forget her.

    And in her eyes you see nothing
    No sign of love behind the tears
    Cried for no one
    A love that should have lasted years!
  • Ah. I had to sing that... thanks, Squeak!
  • Locked inside my love
    What are you doing to me?
    Why does my chest hurt so badly I can't breath?
    I want to feel your love surround me,
    wrap your loving arms around me.
    Feel your warm gentle embrace,
    and see the love grow across your face.

    I want to hold you in my arms so tight,
    Hold you there all through the night.
    Smell your hair and touch your skin,
    Feel my heart beat again.

    But a love like that I just can't have
    So I look to God up above
    and ask her for the key,
    there's nothing I can do she says
    Because she is locked inside your love.

    Just take away the pain I feel,
    When I can not hold her near
    Make the love go away
    And dissipate the fear.

    I can't do that she says
    It's up to you my child
    She whispers gently in my ear
    In a voice so meak and mild.

    It's you who must face your fears
    And take whatever comes your way
    I will stand quietly beside you
    And guide you every day.

    Do not stand idly by
    And waste away the days
    For life is much to precious
    To give up and hide away.

    My gift to you my dear sweet child
    Is to love with all your heart,
    Grab hold of life with all your strength
    And never let it part.

    by Virginia


    To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.
    David Viscott
  • Virginia, that is absolutely beautiful. Thank you for sharing it with us.
  • Virginia - yes, it is really beautiful.

    Thank you for sharing your heart, Terri
  • The Room
    "Through that window – all else being extinct
    Except itself and me – I saw the struggle
    Of darkness against darkness. Within the room
    It turned and turned, dived downward. Then I saw
    How order might – if chaos wished – become:
    And saw the darkness crush upon itself,
    Contracting powerfully; it was as if
    It killed itself, slowly: and with much pain.
    Pain. The scene was pain, and nothing but pain.
    What else, when chaos draws all forces inward
    To shape a single leaf? . . .

    For the leaf came
    Alone and shining in the empty room;
    After a while the twig shot downward from it;
    And from the twig a bough; and then the trunk,
    Massive and coarse; and last the one black root.
    The black root cracked the walls. Boughs burst
    the window:
    The great tree took possession.

    Tree of trees!
    Remember (when time comes) how chaos died
    To shape the shining leaf. Then turn, have courage,
    Wrap arms and roots together, be convulsed
    With grief, and bring back chaos out of shape.
    I will be watching then as I watch now.
    I will praise darkness now, but then the leaf."

    ~ Conrad Aiken
  • Warning

    When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
    With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
    And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
    And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
    I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
    And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
    And run my stick along the public railings
    And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
    I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
    And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
    And learn to spit.

    You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
    And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
    Or only bread and pickle for a week
    And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

    But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
    And pay our rent and not swear in the street
    And set a good example for the children.
    We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

    But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
    So people who know me are not to shocked and surprised
    When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

    by Jenny Joseph
  • Love that one Ellis!! my Mom has it posted on her refrigerator, and I tease her constantly so she'll actually LIVE it!!!