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6033. NuPlanetOne - 12/23/2007 5:30:41 PM The Boy Who Saw Santa.
I was frowning and cold
As I jumped swiftly into bed
Knowing the coals in the fireplace
Were long since dead
Shivering to bring warmth
Pulling the blankets ‘round my head
Waiting to be cozy and safe
Yet feeling just colder instead.
Outdoors,
The wind whistled
Inhaling the heat
From every crevice
From every corner,
From both of my feet
Now shuddering,
On this cold Christmas Eve
Then smiling
For I so wanted
To believe,
In Santa.
My big bossy sister,
She declared it was silly!
“It’s illogical, only boys
would believe in such things,
could believe someone brings,
all those toys.”
“Yes! You are a gullible little goof.”
She would recite with a snare
“You will never find proof, Ha!”
“And you have waited all year!”
“But Oh!” What is that? Up there?
Up above on the roof?
Is it the sound of a sleigh?
“Is it the tap of a hoof?”
I strained. I listened
Outside the snow glistened
Then all quiet, all still
As I listened until
My ears ached.
Determined, I promise
“I will see him this night!”
I must stay awake.
“Could the storm
slow his flight?”
Surely Santa,
Will take his time.
“But I know he’ll arrive!”
“I will prove he’s alive!”
Just let me survive,
This wait.
Now if I could just catch him
If he slid down the chute
Somehow nothing could scratch him
Or could smudge that red suit
Is it magic? Is he real?
Is there truly such a being?
“Tell me, what’s the big deal!”
What’s the mystery about seeing,
This jolly old man.
Now all were sleeping
On this snowy Christmas night
I had to keep keeping
My eyes from shutting tight
I could hear gentle snoring
From my tired old Dad
My eyelids drooped heavy
As if they had had,
Rocks tied to their lashes.
Then suddenly, so strangely!
It seemed I could hear
Through a silence in the storm
There was something drawing near
I thought I heard bells!
I was tingled with fear
With wonder, with smells
With the scent of reindeer!
Had my eyes now closed?
Could I now be sleeping?
Dare I move, dare I speak?
And as I went leaping
I knocked over the bed table
As I crashed, as I fell
Could he hear me!
Would he spare me?
Shall I ever live to tell?
So I crept from my room
Like a cat on its paws
Off to find Santa
To see Santa Claus!
On tip-toes, on knees
With my heart beating quick
Like the blind man who sees
Through the dark with his stick
Silent as a snake
That glides across the ground
So careful not to make
Even a tiny little sound.
Till, crouched on one knee
At the living room door
My eyes strained to see
Tried to focus, to be sure
As through a mystical glow
His image I now viewed
Like a silhouette in the snow
Moving fast, moving slow
As if all time must wait
While he emptied his sack
Spinning, twirling, sideways
Now back!
And if he could see me
He did not seem to mind
For even through the blur
He looked gentle and kind
“But goodness!’
Did he grin?
As his eyes saw my face
Then a jolly good laugh,
And he was gone from the place!
Yes, as quick as it started
As quick did it stop
Like the rabbit that darted
Then ended its hop
I now stood there amazed
Like a statue with eyes blinking
Not moving, but dazed
Like I was frozen but thinking
Then quietly I came to rest
Back safe in my bed
Swallowed back up in blankets
Covered up to my head
I didn’t move,
I didn’t think
I didn’t dare take a breath
For it was all in a blink
And I swear to my death!
I will always believe,
In Santa.
And as for big sister
With her theories and laws
Only those who believe,
Can see Santa Clause!
Merry Christmas!
6034. NuPlanetOne - 1/6/2008 5:33:20 PM Bad Memories
That decade is gone
And, looking into
The next one,
I see nothing good
I know that is what
This moment suggests
But, past and future
Are only this moment
And because it is always
Now, every time I try
To look ahead
I’m right back at the beginning
So fuck that nonsense
Give me another yesterday
That time I was happy
Even better, let me forget
Every old moment
Except the good ones
Let my reflexes remember
The dangerous shit
I won’t touch a burning flame
And I damn sure won’t remember
You.
6035. NuPlanetOne - 1/29/2008 11:06:40 PM The Crazy Chef
Like January
My heart thawed
Briefly, gently
Amidst a stormy
Season of cold
And nasty temperament
I wonder if I am sick
I thought
Smoking outside
After exploding, again
This smoke, this time
Feeling a sudden calm
A surprise at my seriousness
A difference in myself
That I tried to recognize
Was it time to quit?
The cigarettes too,
But quit the whole
Environment
Love what you do
Grandpa said,
And it is not work
He made shoes
I make bouillabaisse
And my face
Grows long
Not for hating it
Or the stew
But because he knew
The difference.
6036. Seamus - 2/8/2008 8:23:09 PM I quite like this, Nu.
What an amazing punch in this:
He made shoes
I make bouillabaisse
And my face
Grows long
Not for hating it
Or the stew
But because he knew
The difference.
6037. NuPlanetOne - 2/12/2008 11:48:59 PM Thank you Seamus. I must accept that there is heat in the kitchen. 6038. NuPlanetOne - 2/12/2008 11:49:32 PM Pass. Fail.
Funny thing, regrets
Those lessons learned
When suddenly it turned
Out bad
And,
When finally you put them
To rest
They become, morph
Into little quiet daydreams
It seems, with time
It is not regret at all
That tips the pail of water
Into the stream
Because how often does it seem
You chose wisely
Or had no choice
At all
The little voice
Saying you should have
Judging now
Judging how
It might have been
Has no echo
Is always fresh
And as you play it out
And as you say it out
Loud, lament
Curse and sigh
You wonder, no
Long
Only for something different
That, what could have been
Is just one more yearning
Are you finally learning
The lesson is your life?
6039. Seamus - 2/20/2008 4:55:34 PM --------------------
roundabout
at last she dead drops
hope away he'll ever haul
half a ton, go—no, he'll always be
one more guinness, one more something sweating
this way comes all the pretty ponies
he'll still wring from her hand, taking hold of her
today so she never knows tomorrow
will be another bleeding from between the cold-circle
--------------------small of her
--------------------back against
the grown-grey walls of a flat,
--------------------and a face
--------------------come now to be
the last thing she skives away slow
every old forever night
and the brisk, round mask she molds
each nevermore morning
6040. NuPlanetOne - 2/26/2008 11:12:55 PM Seamus,
There is definitely an eerie tonality to that piece. Black and white. Still life. Maybe stillborn if I may play with words here. I hate, but recognize how it can be just a now, this moment, slice of her existence. That although she sees the futility, and how she is trapped by his static grip, she has lost or perhaps abandoned all hope. And I hope that is what it is mainly about, that is, hope. Damn, it keeps us alive! Very nice.
BTW/ I remember you placating alistair a while back with an idle threat to pen something fictitious. You might at least review my meager attempts in Fiction and add to the current suggestions surrounding the graphic vrs the cerebral approach to describing that most wonderful of pleasures.
6041. Ulgine Barrows - 3/2/2008 1:05:59 PM Show me how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream he said
The one that makes me laugh he said
And threw his arms around my neck
Show me how you do it
And I promise you I promise that
I'll run away with you
I'll run away with you
Spinning on that dizzy edge
I kissed his face and kissed his head
And dreamed of all the different ways I had
To make him glow
Why are you so far away? he said
Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you
That I'm in love with you
You, soft and only
You,lost and lonely
You, strange as angels
Dancing in the deepest oceans
Twisting in the water
You're just like a dream
You're just like a dream
Daylight licked me into shape
I must have been asleep for days
And moving lips to breathe his name
I opened up my eyes
And found myself alone alone
Alone above a raging sea
That stole the only boy I loved
And drowned him deep inside of me
You, soft and only
You, lost and lonely
You, just like heaven
You, soft and only
You, lost and lonely
You, just like heaven
6042. Ulgine Barrows - 3/2/2008 1:43:25 PM What do you get when you fall in love?
A guy with a pin to burst your bubble
That’s what you get for all your trouble
I’ll never fall in love again
I’ll never fall in love again
What do you get when you kiss a girl
You get enough germs to catch pneumonia
After you do, she’ll never phone you
I’ll never fall in love again
I’ll never fall in love again
Don’t tell me what it’s all about
’cause I’ve been there and I’m glad I’m out
Out of those chains those chains that bind you
That is why I’m here to remind you
What do you get when you give your heart
You get it all broken up and battered
That’s what you get, a heart that’s shattered
I’ll never fall in love again
I’ll never fall in love again
Out of those chains those chains that bind you
That is why I’m here to remind you
What do you get when you fall in love?
You only get lies and pain and sorrow
So for at least until tomorrow
I’ll never fall in love again
I’ll never fall in love again
I’ll never fall in love again
6043. Ulgine Barrows - 3/2/2008 1:50:25 PM What do you get when you fall in love?
A guy with a pin to burst your bubble
That’s what you get for all your trouble
I’ll never fall in love again
I’ll never fall in love again
What do you get when you kiss a girl
You get enough germs to catch pneumonia
After you do, she’ll never phone you
I’ll never fall in love again
I’ll never fall in love again
Don’t tell me what it’s all about
’cause I’ve been there and I’m glad I’m out
Out of those chains those chains that bind you
That is why I’m here to remind you
What do you get when you give your heart
You get it all broken up and battered
That’s what you get, a heart that’s shattered
I’ll never fall in love again
I’ll never fall in love again
Out of those chains those chains that bind you
That is why I’m here to remind you
What do you get when you fall in love?
You only get lies and pain and sorrow
So for at least until tomorrow
I’ll never fall in love again
I’ll never fall in love again
I’ll never fall in love again
6044. Ulgine Barrows - 3/2/2008 1:53:25 PM ooops, that was good enough to post twice, winky. 6045. Ulgine Barrows - 3/5/2008 10:27:52 AM aw, c'mon, lyrics aren't dirty words! 6046. NuPlanetOne - 3/13/2008 3:16:43 PM How Free Am I?
Not paths, but choices
How will I choose?
Because any road, after all
Will decide your fate
You can not compare
What could have been
Unless you have chosen
As even a slave
Will evaluate his options
And decide upon a role
Freedom?
How free am I?
On the one hand,
I ask myself,
Is vice and addiction
My master?
On the other,
Sits my god and salvation
Am I truly free
To choose my fate?
And if I chop off one
Can I with the other
Carry the burden?
Or could I gently
Put one down,
Place it off to the side
And fill that hand
With something else?
That is what we do
I know that
In my worst nightmare
Choices come flailing
With no hands
Out of the depths
Of reason and superstiton
Because they have put
Everything aside
And they come from
Every possible road
And I awake screaming
And sweating cold droplets
Hoping I have fingers.
6047. Ulgine Barrows - 3/16/2008 9:03:10 AM Yeah, NuPlanetOne, I gave up 20+ years of corporate jobs to do something different.
It's scary, but go for it. Loved your poem. 6048. Ulgine Barrows - 3/16/2008 9:45:42 AM Raine Maida:
Today i got to thinking
the world's in a strange way
feels like i'm at a 7-11 when a robbery takes place
do i hide behind the counter with my hands covering my face
or do i dive for the gunman
before he makes his break,
does a 45 go off
and the bullets richochet
this is not some random nightmare
see for me, this is everyday
chorus:
i've been waiting for this train to come round
i've been waiting for this deal to go down
i've been looking for the things not found
so far, so far away
i'm just doing my best today
cigarettes and alochol
and a few minutes to pray
but it don't do what it used to
so we'll have hell to pay
a penny for your thoughts
a penny for my cliches
i tried to get some distance
i tried to espace
but this nightmare's so persistent
in a shakespeare kind of way
be not afraid
oh, f**k that, be very afriad
chorus
who sold out
we did we did
who let you down
we did we did
who...crown
we did 6049. Ulgine Barrows - 3/16/2008 9:51:32 AM More Rainer Maria:
I remember the days when we talked for hours
And we were young; we thought we had superpowers
We kissed the sky, expanded our minds, thought we could fly
We were dreamers, and we'd never die
We were young punks but we showed potential
Us against the world, we weren't sentimental
We weren't our problems, our age or our paychecks
And we weren't taking anybody's shit
If I knew now what I knew then, I'd
Back up do it all again, I'd
Take a bow, take it real slow
Take a ride down the yellow brick road
Knew now what I knew then, I'd
Back up do it all again, I'd
Take a bow, take it real slow
Take a ride down the yellow brick road
Come on, come on wise up
Come on, come on wise up
Come on, come on wise
The winters were cold but we had your parents basement
This underground was for sinners and we embraced it
Magic pills, fairy tales, Syd Barrett's ghost
Oh, we'd all get on that spaceship
We measured our lives in coffee spoons
And those Friday nights quickly turned into Sunday afternoons
We weren't our money, our muscles or our regrets
If I knew now what I knew then, I'd
Back up do it all again, I'd
Take a bow, take it real slow
Take a ride down the yellow brick road
Knew now what I knew then, I'd
Back up do it all again, I'd
Take a bow, take it real slow
Take a ride down the yellow brick road
I remember the days when we talked for hours
And we were young; we thought we had superpowers
We weren't our problems, our age or our paychecks
And we weren't taking anybody's shit
If I knew now what I knew then, I'd
Back up do it all again, I'd
Take a bow, take it real slow
Take a ride down the yellow brick road
Knew now what I knew then, I'd
Back up do it all again, I'd
Take a bow, take it real slow
Take a ride down the yellow brick road
Take a bow, take it real slow
Take a ride down the yellow brick road
Come on, come on wise up
Come on, come on wise up
Come on, come on wise 6050. Ulgine Barrows - 3/16/2008 10:22:27 AM keeerist, my father-in-law said he stopped drinking when he was 60.
I don't think I can another 15 years of this. 6051. Ulgine Barrows - 3/16/2008 10:23:27 AM I don't think I can TAKE another 15 years of this. 6052. Ulgine Barrows - 3/16/2008 10:25:13 AM Maybe I'll wise up.
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