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What can I say, Blue. I have said it before your work leaves me speechless. . . . . Love is definitely your best subject matter and poetry your best medium.
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thank you guys, it always means so much to me.
i barely remember writing that as it was so late and i woke
up just filled with this need to write. it's nothing special but
it's the truth in my heart.
i barely remember writing that as it was so late and i woke
up just filled with this need to write. it's nothing special but
it's the truth in my heart.
it's the truth that is always most beautiful, and it is special.
In a world of blackness
Life cast in shadow
Where is the light?
I cannot find what I search in darkness
Does this not reflect
My inner being?
Alone in the world
Unable to call out the demons
Haunting my hearts desire
Where shant I find her?
Be it not she finds me
Pondering tranquility with fervor
In those eyes I find peace
As in a calm midnight ocean
Sharks circle beneath her surface
Threatening attack
Not to me is she dangerous
I have weathered the storm of that stare
Mirroring the reflection as my own
Knowing so completely
Words spoken with no scentences
In that I comprehend
As two - as one
Together as a whole
Is in this the answers?
To which our world can mold
A mutual
Understanding
A piercing grasp
Beyond the whispers
Echoing on a fading breeze
Without doubt I know
Futures question answered
What is to be will be
Fate
Predictable not?
A shared connection
Never
Broken shall it show
Our strength is in our depth
Built upon days of time
I suppose minutes of patience will suffice
Waiting
Longing
Needing
A nurtured fulfillment
[Edited by MeowMan on 05-13-2001 at 01:52 PM]
Life cast in shadow
Where is the light?
I cannot find what I search in darkness
Does this not reflect
My inner being?
Alone in the world
Unable to call out the demons
Haunting my hearts desire
Where shant I find her?
Be it not she finds me
Pondering tranquility with fervor
In those eyes I find peace
As in a calm midnight ocean
Sharks circle beneath her surface
Threatening attack
Not to me is she dangerous
I have weathered the storm of that stare
Mirroring the reflection as my own
Knowing so completely
Words spoken with no scentences
In that I comprehend
As two - as one
Together as a whole
Is in this the answers?
To which our world can mold
A mutual
Understanding
A piercing grasp
Beyond the whispers
Echoing on a fading breeze
Without doubt I know
Futures question answered
What is to be will be
Fate
Predictable not?
A shared connection
Never
Broken shall it show
Our strength is in our depth
Built upon days of time
I suppose minutes of patience will suffice
Waiting
Longing
Needing
A nurtured fulfillment
[Edited by MeowMan on 05-13-2001 at 01:52 PM]
MeowMan; (Chuck), I am moved by the depth of your feelings for her and at the scope of your pain. I have read your lengthy posts on what this relationship means to you, but you have reached me better thru this verse. I cry because of memories that I have of a fullfilled relationship gone, but I also ache for you to have the opportunity to make such memories with Helen. . . . . . . Darlene
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In those eyes I find peace
As in a calm midnight ocean
I have weathered the storm of that stare
A piercing grasp
Beyond the whispers
Echoing on a fading breeze
Our strength is in our depth
Chuck
what a beautifully written poem, such a unique style and flow -
graceful as though your pen danced across the paper beneath it.
the above highlighted are my favourite parts. thank you so
much for sharing yours.
As in a calm midnight ocean
I have weathered the storm of that stare
A piercing grasp
Beyond the whispers
Echoing on a fading breeze
Our strength is in our depth
Chuck
what a beautifully written poem, such a unique style and flow -
graceful as though your pen danced across the paper beneath it.
the above highlighted are my favourite parts. thank you so
much for sharing yours.
When
The memories wash
Through my every
Gasp
Sedating my will to
Try
Tiresome efforts
Never die
To falter this would be to
Lie
Still I beckon to
Want
Need
Desire
Her
Heart and soul
To complete my quest
Within her embrace
Satiated
A dream
There I cannot yet
Be
Waning time
Like a sunsets basking glow
Holding for the
Moment
Her caresses content
My mind
Until such time
Questions raised
One word uttered
When?
The memories wash
Through my every
Gasp
Sedating my will to
Try
Tiresome efforts
Never die
To falter this would be to
Lie
Still I beckon to
Want
Need
Desire
Her
Heart and soul
To complete my quest
Within her embrace
Satiated
A dream
There I cannot yet
Be
Waning time
Like a sunsets basking glow
Holding for the
Moment
Her caresses content
My mind
Until such time
Questions raised
One word uttered
When?
Thank you Darlene and Katie.
Katie, These are the first of poetry of this style that I have ever written. Some of my former, conventional type poetry has actually been published, but this style is completely new to me and I find I am able to convey my heart better in this style than any other I have tried.
But, in all honesty, I must say that it has been yours that has inspired me to reach beyond my own walls of conventionalism to break new ground within myself. So, to you, I offer my gratitude and thanks. Especially for sharing your own sincerities in your words.
Katie, These are the first of poetry of this style that I have ever written. Some of my former, conventional type poetry has actually been published, but this style is completely new to me and I find I am able to convey my heart better in this style than any other I have tried.
But, in all honesty, I must say that it has been yours that has inspired me to reach beyond my own walls of conventionalism to break new ground within myself. So, to you, I offer my gratitude and thanks. Especially for sharing your own sincerities in your words.
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Chuck
the way i think of my writing is.. a blend of poetry and melody...
and i feel it in your writing as well; a song, a dance,
an expression of your body & of your heart put to paper like
the essense of love, of yourself.
you should be thankful that you have such an ability.
your creation and implementation of metaphor is not something that people can easily achieve.
it makes me smile & practically glow to see you
expanding the walls of poetry into an ocean of possiblity.
the way i think of my writing is.. a blend of poetry and melody...
and i feel it in your writing as well; a song, a dance,
an expression of your body & of your heart put to paper like
the essense of love, of yourself.
you should be thankful that you have such an ability.
your creation and implementation of metaphor is not something that people can easily achieve.
it makes me smile & practically glow to see you
expanding the walls of poetry into an ocean of possiblity.
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and, i might add, every once in awhile a few glasses of wine
go well with pen & paper
i certainly dont depend on alcohol to write, and i never will
but, i have written things i might not have written otherwise,
and in those expereinces i have learned not to be afraid of
what i want to say; of what it is i say in every verse.
go well with pen & paper
i certainly dont depend on alcohol to write, and i never will
but, i have written things i might not have written otherwise,
and in those expereinces i have learned not to be afraid of
what i want to say; of what it is i say in every verse.
You know, some of my best writing has been done while....ahem.....being in a 'hightened' state after having a few drinks...Most of the time I'm straight, level and clear headed when I do. But, now that you've mentioned it, I'm wondering what I could come up with if I broke out a glass of Bicardi and coke. LOL. Hhmmmmm?
MeowMan; Your poetry is so fluid and free. The artist and teacher in me would love to see you try your hand at painting (perhaps water colors). Maybe you have tried taking up the brush before?
(I do not, however, recommend the Bacardi and cola to accompany the painting. . . . . one Jackson Pollard per century, please! laugh, laugh)
(I do not, however, recommend the Bacardi and cola to accompany the painting. . . . . one Jackson Pollard per century, please! laugh, laugh)
I have never tried painting, unless you count my filmmaking, as it is, in essence, painting with light and actors and capturing the moment through the lens. I have a VERY asthetic view of the world and convey it the same way when I make a film.
I have attempted to do sketch art work and realized I can't seem to capture the image that I see in my mind on paper. I found it frustrating because I held a certain image in the landscape of my mind and found conveying it to paper was very difficult. I have thought that I might like to try painting, but would I, again, be able to capture my minds world on canvas? I would prefer to create from within rather than duplicate what really exsists in reality, though my minds picture is based on reality.
I think this is why I like filmmaking, because my vision moves and takes on a realism. But, even here, the way the lens captures it is usually not half as close as I envisioned it.
Perhaps I will try picking up a sketch art pad and pencils again. After all, it has been nearly 8 years since I tried.
I have attempted to do sketch art work and realized I can't seem to capture the image that I see in my mind on paper. I found it frustrating because I held a certain image in the landscape of my mind and found conveying it to paper was very difficult. I have thought that I might like to try painting, but would I, again, be able to capture my minds world on canvas? I would prefer to create from within rather than duplicate what really exsists in reality, though my minds picture is based on reality.
I think this is why I like filmmaking, because my vision moves and takes on a realism. But, even here, the way the lens captures it is usually not half as close as I envisioned it.
Perhaps I will try picking up a sketch art pad and pencils again. After all, it has been nearly 8 years since I tried.
Chuck; Please try the brush. It takes to the fluid beauty an asthetic such as yourself sees. I suggest watercolor and don't worry about formal tehnique; artistic minds, such as yours, need not be slave to rules or criticism. Painting is another form of expression. Go express yourself. . . . .
Timid hearts
Not open to your innocence
Exploring it as I have
Bravery
Venturing into the unknown
Fear
Intimidating saints
Altering your path
Confining you
To their stars
Limiting
Where happiest youâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]ve been
Images drawn in sand
Washed away by times surf
Never again fulfilled
As once
We were
Pleasure
To pain
Ecstasy
To remorse
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Past
Fleetingly
We lost our direction
Forever
Stripped apart
Our minds not traveled
Within each other
To itâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s end
Now
Only memories
Waft upon my senses
Leaving me
Cold
Barren
Into the our undiscovered
Land
Alone
Not open to your innocence
Exploring it as I have
Bravery
Venturing into the unknown
Fear
Intimidating saints
Altering your path
Confining you
To their stars
Limiting
Where happiest youâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]ve been
Images drawn in sand
Washed away by times surf
Never again fulfilled
As once
We were
Pleasure
To pain
Ecstasy
To remorse
Lifeâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s grasp
Past
Fleetingly
We lost our direction
Forever
Stripped apart
Our minds not traveled
Within each other
To itâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s end
Now
Only memories
Waft upon my senses
Leaving me
Cold
Barren
Into the our undiscovered
Land
Alone
This last one is about my first love, Kathy. Whom I loved so passionately that it danced me close to the abyss, where I saw my worst darkness and fear born of her absence.
All I have of that love is the memories, though she still calls me every week, it could never be the same. Never work again. I miss what we had, that youthful passion, jaded by age and wisdom on both our parts. Her then 17, me 25.
Geez, aren't I sounding magnanamous tonight? OK, I'm in an 'elevated' state of mind and these are the words I poured from inside. You may like it, feel it or even hate it. If a tear is shed, then it is 1 trillionth of the pain of losing Kathy to her coma and, eventual, pregnancy by a man she didn't love.
Yikes! OK, I'm blabbering now. Goodnight!
All I have of that love is the memories, though she still calls me every week, it could never be the same. Never work again. I miss what we had, that youthful passion, jaded by age and wisdom on both our parts. Her then 17, me 25.
Geez, aren't I sounding magnanamous tonight? OK, I'm in an 'elevated' state of mind and these are the words I poured from inside. You may like it, feel it or even hate it. If a tear is shed, then it is 1 trillionth of the pain of losing Kathy to her coma and, eventual, pregnancy by a man she didn't love.
Yikes! OK, I'm blabbering now. Goodnight!
I hope that I'm not conglomerizing this thread too much. If I am, tell me to stop. Thanks to Katie's insite, I am finding that I enjoy this new style of writing (new to me that is) a lot and would like to see what you all have to say in response. So, please, critique away.
I guess that I am writing a lot about Helen because she is currently a very active part of my life and my feelings run very deep for her.
MORE REFLECTIONS OF HELEN...
Long have I
Cowered
In the corner of your world
Until you lead me
Into knowing you
As no other has
Or will
I fathom your screams
Cries
Of desperation
To be more
Time
Made me what you wanted
Understanding
All I had yearned
Our first kindling moment
Gone
Hoping for still another
Whilst I wait
An eternityâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s age
For the tears of your heart
In another
Washes away my own
Cleansing
My fears
My jealousies
Born again
Inside you
I rise above your preconceptions
To make you whole
Closing your circle
Knowing
Where no other can
I will stand
With you
Our shared souls
No one can see
Contented
Complete
I guess that I am writing a lot about Helen because she is currently a very active part of my life and my feelings run very deep for her.
MORE REFLECTIONS OF HELEN...
Long have I
Cowered
In the corner of your world
Until you lead me
Into knowing you
As no other has
Or will
I fathom your screams
Cries
Of desperation
To be more
Time
Made me what you wanted
Understanding
All I had yearned
Our first kindling moment
Gone
Hoping for still another
Whilst I wait
An eternityâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s age
For the tears of your heart
In another
Washes away my own
Cleansing
My fears
My jealousies
Born again
Inside you
I rise above your preconceptions
To make you whole
Closing your circle
Knowing
Where no other can
I will stand
With you
Our shared souls
No one can see
Contented
Complete
Here's my attempt at describing my first true love. I don't have a title for it.
It doesnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t make sense
And it hurts my head
To figure out the whys
Love found and then lost
A big conspiracy
And what is it all for
Even still I smile
At the thought of you
Convinced it was all worthwhile
No regrets, no remorse
Just a head full of songs
That bring me back to a day
When I would sit
And you would lay
And tell me just to be
I learned to love
You learned to let love
Grow you to a better place
Even still I smile
With a head full of songs
Glad for love found and then lost
It doesnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t make sense
And it hurts my head
To figure out the whys
Love found and then lost
A big conspiracy
And what is it all for
Even still I smile
At the thought of you
Convinced it was all worthwhile
No regrets, no remorse
Just a head full of songs
That bring me back to a day
When I would sit
And you would lay
And tell me just to be
I learned to love
You learned to let love
Grow you to a better place
Even still I smile
With a head full of songs
Glad for love found and then lost
