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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. 6053. NuPlanetOne - 3/30/2008 1:44:51 AM Unfaithful Flowers
I do begrudge the blossoms
The cuttings, the pruning
Those hours you spend
Amidst your vibrant daffodils
As you call them, by name
You claim they know you
Petunias, Geraniums, the Morning
Glory walkways that bloom
On my early stroll to the car
Then gone, yet greeted by Moon
Flowers in concurrent rows,
As I return in the evening
The Glories closed up to sleep
Then the rows of blue back
With the sun, now the white asleep
And that wild amusement
In your eyes, like you and a lover
Had put one over on me
Because I was astonished
You could conspire like that
I guess there is some jealousy
That you could plot with another
That in obsessive trysts
You sneak out there, to commiserate
To be alone, to experiment
As if golf or poker were comparable
Which you say is my time
I don’t know if the two are equal
Distractions, because watching you
Through the greenhouse panes
You are not distracted
You are in love.
6054. NuPlanetOne - 4/21/2008 7:21:34 PM Motion Sickness
If there is no friction
There is no motion
That is why
Nothing really moves
In space
It is why we do not feel
Motion, unless something
Blocks our path
A gas, a obstacle, a liquid
And can all provide
The sensation
All motion is enclosed
Within a membrane
Ours is the atmosphere
The object we are part of
In any real sense
Stopped moving long ago
Should anything
Cause it to move
In any real sense
It would disintegrate
Individual consciousness
Is finite
Your body will travel
Forever through space
If nudged
But you will die
Long before
Forever
6055. Seamus - 4/24/2008 12:03:03 AM Words fail
Words cannot explain gauze curtains that wheeze
morning's soft blows, sun that chooses sides
between blankets and legs pulsed carelessly
akimbo, your beryl eyes which haunt black
tea steams for news and clues. I cannot sing
kitchen lyrics--you untangle bunches of off-
kilter coriander leaves, grate parmesan
for bread sticks, zest lemons for pizzelles,
daub anise oil over springerlee dough.
I make nothing. I should have learned to play
an instrument. When I turn south to you
in the roiling dark of the room you choose
to wake in, I bring no art and no book
of poems ever sits on the bedside table.
Seamus 6056. NuPlanetOne - 5/4/2008 5:29:51 PM Seamus…
I like that one. A different structure for you. A kind of stream of consciousness soliloquy. Very nice. And I can’t decide if you share a bed with the one you turn south to, or just share a universe. I’ll call it run-on imagery. All good.
6057. NuPlanetOne - 5/4/2008 6:28:10 PM On the lighter side……
Panting Schnauzer
I am like a dog
Humping the leg
Of life
It shakes me off
And sends me flying
But it is near me
When I get that urge
To be part of it
How can I know
It can’t bear fruit?
I’m just a dog
I hump everything
If there are no other
Dogs nearby
Besides,
Life is always receptive
I never know
When to pounce
It always mounts me
It seems,
What is the fruit
Of that?
6058. alistairconnor - 5/5/2008 10:08:42 AM I like the way 6055 seems to respond to 6053, reflections on what we share or don't share in a relationship.
It makes me ponder what I would have to say on the subject, were I to find a voice.
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