Poetry

[Hinata]

I like that. The images have a sense of a dream. Jumping, but still coherent enough that you can follow it. I really like that poem. . .now, I'm going to go cry

[Hinata]

I need a title for it. . . but this is my new poem for creative writing class

Thanksgiving is a time
When friends and family meet
It marks the start of Holidays
Where people are set to greet.

I’m anxious for the time
When the car trip home will come
I think of how the past has flown
And now I cook alone.

Grandpa’s coming again this year
It hasn’t been the same
Since Grandma passed away.

The past Thanksgivings have been a bliss
When we gathered at Grandma’s house to bless.
Rising early, every year, to peel potatoes
In her old sink without a disposal.

Next came the Turkey;
The oven is well heated
Not much to do
Until it’s nearly completed.

My aunts and uncles start to come
The cousins with them too
The football in the TV room
Soon blares at full tune.

Grandma gets upset,
Tells them to turn it down.
The ladies all chatter
Around the table in the Living room.

They have the ads
For shopping in the morning
Christmas is just around the corner;
We can’t forget that too.

Then the Turkey’s cooked,
Time to start the other foods
The pies are in the fridge
The Cranberries are on the shelves.

I’m driving home
With Dom and Jamie
Thinking of the past years
Then remembering last year.

Aunt Vicki and Uncle Glenn never came
To celebrate with us
Mom decided it best
If instead Grandpa joined us.

Mom said she’d help me cook
The meal that we would serve.
She feel quiet ill that day
And left me to seize the way.

Then this year,
Friends gathered for a meal
Of thanks and hope
For the friendship that we share.

We gathered around our coffee tables
With the black table clothes
It was a gothic Thanksgiving
With chopsticks on the floor.

I remember all the joy we had
I think of all the good things we share
I wonder for the future
If alone I will be for the next holiday.

I wonder if I will
Have family to play the games
Or watch a movie with a friend
Once the meal is done and cleared away.

For now I settle on driving home
And enjoy the company
Of a friend and family member
I love so dearly today.

[Hinata]

Never mind. . .I'm calling it Holiday Memories

[Dred]

That's really great. You bring out many of the memories of Thanksgiving.

Wonderful job.

[Hinata]

Thanks Dan . . .

Two more poems I've recently written. . .

(Untitled)
The white walls around me-
They are bleak,
No pictures or designs to entertain.

The light bulb in the ceiling fan-
It flashes and annoys.

Still I find my pen scrawling
Accross the page-
Faster is not fast enough.
My thoughts come at nearly warp speed.

The computer on the desk-
It blare with love song music-
Love songs for no one
I am alone-
Left to my thoughts,
In the dead of night.

Dancing with the Gods,
Loveing with the words-
My mind is full,
The "Truth" is still unknown.

I see my baby sister in my mind,
Her toothless grin and ratty blonde hair.
I think of how Tim and Jamie
Feel toward me-
I am their baby sister, after all

Failures in my life still come-
Lovers not found and
Lovers pushed away
The Truth is being discovered.

Kid sister,
Baby sister,
Little sister;
It's all the same to me.

In the world's eyes,
I am too cute,
Too sweet
To need.


Found Poem Experiment

Ever have
That exhibirating feeling
Early in the morning?

Maybe
The Problem
Isn't what you eat,
But why
You're eating it.

Change your natural
weight distribution
Look for fruits
Without green patches.

Our interest
Is your emotional
Well-being.

I get
People to do
Things
I view as important.

And it
Gets worse:
Her daughter now
really loves
To read.

Soon after
she started taking
An Antidepressant,
Her blood pressure
Shot up.

Maybe the problem
Isn't what you're eating,
but why you're eating it.

Less added sugar
Compared with typical
Pop.

[Dred]

Very nice. Really gets me thinking.

[Hinata]

Which one Dred?

[Dred]

They both do actually. I love them both.

[dgan]

Bring me back from the first to the last,
From the front to the back,
From the beginning to the past.

Bring me back from the glory,
Away from the success,
From the happy-ending story.

Bring me down from the top,
To the bottom looking up,
To the basement let me drop.

Bring me back from the dream,
Back to reality
When the dream was still a dream.

Only then I'll know how,
How much I need you.
How much I need you now.

[Gwalchavad]

felt like contributing.

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Take me away to that special place
Where Hurricanes dance and Fairies weep
Where trees fall down and noone sleeps
Pirates fight and Knights meet

I don't have a name for it yet
This place of magic and fun
Where Heros toil and Gods walk
Angels fly and Ravens talk

Its a place of eternal fighting
Rivers of fire underneath a blood red moon
A place of endless beauty
Fields of green grass underneath a glorious sun

I know that reality beckons
I figure I should grow up
But I can't help but get lost inside
Where the Hurricanes dance

[kg00ds]

Hey dinadan, I like your stuff man. Especially, "Bring me back from the first to the last."(i wasn't sure what the title was or if it had one) Hey twyrch,I liked your stuff too, especially "Love one Another." Yours are the only two whose poems I read as I browsed this thread. So, all you other poets I would love your input too. I was hoping you all could give me some constructive criticism on some of my own work. I have posted three in the Poem thread and here is another three: (I put smiley faces by their titles)

Struggling

Tired and frustrated, Feeling alone
Trying trusting, Giving up my load

Looking upward, trying to let go
Surrendering slowly, what do I know?

Loving, caring, giving so much
Longing, sharing, oh sweet gentle touch

Spirit, fire, water, surround
Dove, beauty, holiness drown

Welcome death, crucifixion, humiliation; trust
Life everlasting free and abundant

Sweet Savior, holy God come
Legal friend, my counselor, holy one

Oh, light of heaven come(s) from above
While I lay dead in the dust

Every lust crucified, every passion crushed
Every will surrendered, broken till given over to complete trust

Substitution given for my sake
So much given, so much to take

Will I surrender as I must as I will
Shall I die now forsaking all but thy will

Or shall I refuse, and take my joy with my pain now
Will I die two deaths and burn in hell?

Will I have my joy with my pain in thy holy name
Or will I die now and later and be ashamed?

Truth

The one absolute

Rational in a divine sort of way

Utterly beyond fully understanding

That’s just the way it is

Happy is the man who figures out he doesn’t know everything.

Brown

Brown
The color of my eyes
Brown
The flesh of trees and their sap

As I brush past I realize it’s

Brown
The color of my hair
Brown
The dust from which I came

The hike feels like a family reunion

Brown
The color of my excrement
Brown
The mud in which I play

The rest was worth the wait

Brown
The color of my roots
Brown
Family tree: God and Mother Nature

The view a top this mountain—awesome

Brown
The sweat upon my brow
Brown
A revelation that one day I’ll return

A sobering reality.



So, what do you think?

[kg00ds]

Here's another poem I wrote. I tried something a little different. So its kind of weird.

In Love in the bathroom

Your embrace is refreshing like a nice warm shower
at the end of a winter day,

Your lips are provoking sending shivers down my spine
Like that first burst of water spraying down upon the face,

Your voice is warm and inviting
like the wooly rug by the tub

Your hair is soft and full like a towel hanging on the wall
And your eyes sparkle like my porcelain sink,

My love for you will go on longer than you take to get ready
And your love is worth every second I wait.

[karenee]

Just to let you know, I like the concepts of your poetry. I think this is the best line of all.
"Looking upward, trying to let go
Surrendering slowly, what do I know?"
That is very well put, and captures the problem of selfish pride vs. knowledge that only God is in control of life.

[kg00ds]

Thanks Karenee, hey if you can find the time I'd like to know what you think of the ones in the poem thread.

[kg00ds]

Here's a new one: Guess the name.

Waste
the refuse I throw in the can
Waste
a life abused; never given a chance
Waste
the time I could have spent in His word
Waste
instead spent on my cravings so absurd
Waste
the items we throw away which could be used
Waste
our intellects forgotten in front of a silly tube
Waste
(or wasted) as some of my freinds like to get
Waste
so many things, so many hours, so much mis-spent!