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5474. NuPlanetOne - 7/6/2005 7:43:25 PM thanks alistair.......i fiddle fearlessly, furiously and free. and you're right, fuck'em all! This is my recital. 5475. RickNelson - 7/16/2005 8:21:57 PM I got back the day dogs sniffed explosive powder at the airport.
My flight was about five hours earlier,
I missed all the mess, fear and stress.
Stress enough, to fly twelve hours,
stirred the hours, walking the babe.
Narrow aisle, feet obstacles,
cooing, patting, walking, I fade.
Damn, hate twelve hour flights,
when flying, and time stand,
but not still, yet so very still.
5476. Ulgine Barrows - 7/17/2005 9:54:39 AM Bad omens are everywhere.
Angst-filled poetry that nobody wants to read.
Written by me.
Hey, Tricia. 5477. arkymalarky - 7/17/2005 6:23:08 PM Reading (as always), just not responding (as usual).
I do love it, though, and I've shared this spot with a number of friends. 5478. RickNelson - 7/18/2005 1:41:58 PM Ulgine,
I still dig angst, it's a taste some go for. Slame it on down if ya want to.
5479. Macnas - 7/18/2005 2:05:37 PM Angst eh?
Right about now
I’d push you down a stairs
And jump on your broken body
Right about now
I’d break your teeth
And make you swallow every shard
But that was just a second ago
Not even a second long
Just enough for my knuckles to twitch
Right about now
I’m laughing at your lame excuse
Laughing with you ‘cos you know it’s lame
Right about now,
I forget about it all
And we keep moving on to the next thing.
5480. PelleNilsson - 7/18/2005 3:36:33 PM That's very good, Macnas, very good indeed. 5481. Ulgine Barrows - 8/5/2005 9:43:33 PM That's murderous, not angst, IMO, Macnas.
I should like to be a bride
whose husband died
and left her money
to have the beautiful children
raised in honey
5482. alistairConnor - 8/5/2005 9:46:15 PM now THAT is murderous...
you killed the father of those beautiful children 5483. Ulgine Barrows - 8/5/2005 9:58:40 PM traffic incidents
have nothing to do with
spraying lotion
that glistens the body
5484. Ulgine Barrows - 8/6/2005 2:33:34 AM I hope to find a way with you
And sometimes spend a day with you
I'll catch you as you fly
Or if I'm worth a mother's salt
I'll wave as you go by
-Joan Baez
My son is getting so big, physically and mentally. Awesome! 5485. Macnas - 8/8/2005 11:45:04 AM Disconnect, part 1.
Dragging the brush
Through the tangle
I concentrate but you
Wince and roll your eyes
Looking into those skyward eyes
Green like mine
But big and wide
And young, but not a little child
I get self-conscious all of a sudden
You’re all but tapping your foot
So I hand you the brush
And I say to you:
You can do this yourself
You’re well able now
“I know”, you say
And that’s all.
5486. Magoseph - 8/8/2005 1:37:32 PM And that's great, Mac. 5487. Ulgine Barrows - 8/9/2005 2:13:30 AM Mocassins, part here
floating, flying above the pit
the swirling sewer currents
bother not the feathers
of the lucky birds
secure in their roosts 5488. Ulgine Barrows - 8/9/2005 2:23:32 AM that was to say, I liked it too! 5489. alistairconnor - 8/9/2005 9:44:21 AM and that's very powerful, Gine. 5490. Ulgine Barrows - 8/9/2005 9:52:18 AM So is this:
my hand fell of me knee
my jaw dropped
o honey, I shook my head
your ex-wife's dead
and now I can have thee 5491. NuPlanetOne - 8/11/2005 9:12:33 PM Very nice Macnas...please do some more. Ulgine...your wit is delicious. You need to write a whole poem, and not just to amuse us. You are a natural. 5492. NuPlanetOne - 8/11/2005 9:12:56 PM /
Back Then
I remember how far out the sky
Stretched, back then, at dusk
The marvelous colors and trailing
Plumes of the day
I would sit and rubber-neck twisting
Slowly to take it all in
I had the time then and could believe
Somewhat, in answers from above
Boy! I felt that sudden rising tingle
Thinking about the future
That the long wispy and pastel sunset
Promised an everlasting tomorrow
Not so much looking for help or answers
But a heart racing, pulsing with questions!
And I had the time then to trust it
To contemplate a risk or impulsive moment
I would sit and reach across the strands of plume
And watch it glow through my fingers
I saw that in the montage sunset
Back then, I held it tight in my hand.
5493. Ulgine Barrows - 8/13/2005 7:21:55 AM NuPlanetOne - heh. I'm glad you're amused.
I've just this week found out what Shakespeare's wonderful blank verse is: non-rhyming iambic pentameter
non-rhyming - ends of the bits don't rhyme
iamb - soft then loud, on the spoken word
pentameter - 5 iambs because penta means 5, like pentagon has 5 points
And the classic example is
A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse
I've read your 5472 Dread poem,
Rome is burning
50x
and can't
figure out why you
ended it with dead instead of dread.
Nothing rhymes with raillery
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