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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 5494. Ulgine Barrows - 8/13/2005 7:22:18 AM No can do
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