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5041. RickNelson - 7/11/2003 11:21:08 AM Nu, what an interesting ending. The title led me to read the story. Thoughts of an activity can make such endearing poetry.
I wrote another today,
Dead-end Fancy:
I like to close my eyes, alone.
Your face appears as an aura
full, fresh, clear; though
memory. It’s this thought,
leading me down to the T
in the road. Where I know
the direction to take. I have
no choice, that was made many
years ago. It’s when any
thought of you awakens
that old pain, that wistful
mire of dead-end fancy.
“Have you forgotten me?”
“I’ve not forgotten you.”
I think it’s silly; love
heaps this hope upon my soul.
I’ll need the reapers help
to get over you..
5042. RickNelson - 7/11/2003 8:26:16 PM Tortured Mind
When the door slams shut
there is nothing left,
don't let the door hit
you on the way out.
Cold, useless being.
Cry, to the end
you don't know your place,
the last one, the
never to be, not
picked, dizzy
mind of pain;
tortured.
I'm hurting, without knowing if it's even me that was commented about. You know I get hurt, so many of you dear, dear people have been so kind. Now, if someone in Fray has posted about me, I'm useless. The person knows I respect and admire their posts and it being someone I was very mindful of and respectful of, my hurt is deep. It's as if I've killed someone and am being punished.
I'm really truly hurt and don't even know if it's about me.
Fuck!
5043. arkymalarky - 7/12/2003 2:54:51 AM You're a sensitive soul, Rick. I wish you were here to stand in my corner, because those are the best allies to have. Sensitive souls are vulnerable and often feel insensitive remarks very personally, but they truly stand on principle and never stab you in the back and never desert you, even when you think they have because you've stepped into an area their principles won't let them follow; but they are much more rare than people think--and also oddly enough, I've figured out in the last couple of months, they're much more common.
I don't understand exactly what's happened, because I'm not familiar with the Fray and people there any more, but is it a situation where you could just briefly and nonconfrontationally ask? 5044. Time - 7/13/2003 11:38:23 AM Someone came up to me
and said are you jimi
No, I'm just close to dead
I said.
Rick I don't know the Fray either, but I think you're tops. I couldn't get in here at the mote and I checked over on the preferct world at the mote thread, and someone thought I wrote like you, and I was honored, thrilled.
5045. RickNelson - 7/14/2003 6:58:00 AM Thanks you two.
I was very tired and in a very big hurry that morning. I just wanted to pop in and read a bit before I headed to Iowa for the weekend. Then I read two posts and over reacted via my weakened state. Thin skinned I posted before asking a question about it. Now, back from Iowa, I've been reassured.
Time, I'm the one who is honored. My humble idea of writing feels Ok. Therefore, when it gets a bit of mention I'm happy to hear of it.
Best to you both.
Arky,
I'm always in your corner.
Rick 5046. ScreamingSin - 7/26/2003 4:25:00 PM My rib cage
can't stand another lie
I buy a negligee
And the sex is better
Moments,
I believe moments go by
I don't need to buy something else, do I
Because the heart I have
Is stronger than the dollar
All I really want
Is your whiskers on my thigh 5047. seadate - 7/27/2003 2:01:37 AM Dropped in for a read .. thanks all. Made my morning.
Rick, I don't often post in this thread due to my, essentially absent, talents/skills in the realm of poetry (haha - and prose, as demonstrated by this post).
I enjoy lurking here and basking in my deficiency.
5048. RickNelson - 7/30/2050 10:02:44 PM That's a grinner seadate. Defined by the enormous grin it has created.
Thanks for your comments, and I suggest browsing some of the older material and see that many poems have need of work. I'm one who has amassed to many of them. 5049. wabbit - 8/2/2003 12:45:28 PM test schmest 5050. Seamus - 8/5/2003 5:23:58 AM Note to all, please:
Though I can be fairly accused of being a hit-and-run poster here, I always come back because I need to see your names and hear your voices.
I would never want to lose any of you or the world you created here.
arky--thank you for standing for our gentle Rick.
Nu--"Confessions" was very powerful for me. Thank you. 5051. Seamus - 8/5/2003 5:33:44 AM Been there, Dear reader
We've done fog and fire and ice before.
Many times we've poured out the rain, squeezed
the clouds, shaken the sun, and held a rainbow,
dripping. The wind has been whispered, the moon has been sung,
and stars have fired, up and out. We've put men
in heaven and God through hell. The human heart,
the middle ear, rosebuds and war we've learned
to dissect. We dove into the wreck of the Empress of Ireland.
There's no profit in dreams of high places, or low--they
and the seas have already been charted. Our inner eye
can now see shadows, day and night, and cats.
So it's pointless to name the moon again. But if I
can name something that isn't the moon and place it up high
on your chest, just under your throat, and this non-moonish thing
has a mass that waxes, so the press of it keeps you from saying
its name, but you must--if I can name something that isn't
the moon and ball it up near where your mouth makes its shape
as you try to murmur, to utter its name, though
the cold scald of it will cauterise your lips, like mine--
well, there's something we've not done together before.
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If the formatting behaved itself, all stanzas would be four lines. 5052. arkymalarky - 8/5/2003 5:43:17 AM It behaved beautifully on my screen. Very nice, and very good to see your moniker.
I've been so busy since January, but I've been meaning to toss out an alternative to the poetry book since I've received so few submissions (three poems, to be exact, and that was months ago), and that is that we compose a cyber-book here, selecting from what's on the thread and in archives, both your own composed favorites and those of others you like. I think it may be possible to do that with formatting and a table of contents and illustrations as a separate thread or a subthread of this one. As a separate thread, people would be more likely to look at it, especially if the cover were displayed in the thread title.
Just a thought, and I don't know how it would be approached, or what the other moderators would think about the potential. By the end of the holiday season, around January, my life should ease up and allow me some time to help in any way you all would need if you're interested.
What say you, Uz? 5053. Seamus - 8/5/2003 5:51:15 AM hello arky, a chara,
I like the sound of that. I'd be happy to find works I've liked here from others, there are so many. Otoh, as I was when you were discussing the book idea before, I remain dissatisfied with anything of my own in a finished sense, so I'd take a pass for me. That was the reason I did not send anything. 5054. RickNelson - 9/5/2003 9:41:07 PM
There once was a poet named Rick
Whose time, wished he could split
between lifes work and fun
he planned, it would be done
but "work" conked him on the head and "fun" stole his watch. 5055. RickNelson - 9/5/2003 9:52:14 PM Joining the ranks of Rita Dove and Robert Pinsky, "Wild Iris" author Louise Glück is the new U.S. Poet Laureate. Replacing Stanley Kunitz. 5056. rdbrewer - 9/9/2003 11:31:50 AM Look at this little ditty I found in the new Fray about the Old Fray:
Subject: The Wreck of the Fray in November
From: Bluto
Date: Dec 3 2001 7:02PM
The Fray wonks it's said, never count up their dead,
when the bugs of October come bitin'...
That brave Redmond crew, had a CEO who,
with the Justice Department was fightin'...
"The interface must, be updated just,
because I want new and excitin'!"
"With the XP rush on, we have to push on,
and change the old Fray overnight, men!"...
"If any nerd dares, to give me blank stares,
I'll kick his ass staight out the door!"
At seven AM, the first Fraysters weighed in,
and found out the new Fray was piss-poor.
At eleven AM, the developers came in,
and noticed new bugs by the score.
It soon became clear, to those who stood near,
that the crash would be loud and alarmin'
The crash when it came, was not somethin' lame,
'twas enough to make Bill take up farmin'!
The old Fray they say, had a most charming way,
of satisfyin' intellectu'l cravin'.
The new Fray they said, had been better born dead, and the Fraysters they might have been savin'.
Does any geek know, where the love of God goes,
when Dollar Bill's fumin' and ravin'?
The Fraysters all fled, and Slate's books went to red, in the Crash of the Fray in October.
5057. RickNelson - 9/10/2003 7:08:52 AM Very cool rebrewer.
So you have the link to that post on the Fray? 5058. RickNelson - 9/10/2003 7:13:53 AM Arky I don't have a problem with an online compilation of the poetry here. Something dedicated, a distinct set up.
There's a large body of that already in the butterscotch bar. I don't think it would be too difficult. 5059. rdbrewer - 9/10/2003 7:24:32 AM Rick Nelson (or should I say "Senor Clink"?), I found the link in my history folder. Let me know if that does it.
http://bbs.slate.msn.com/?id=3936&m=2482852 5060. rdbrewer - 9/10/2003 7:26:04 AM Oh, if it's not already obvious, that "poem" is sung to _The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald_.
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