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Amaryllis
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0 posted 06-13-2010 03:53 AM       View Profile for Amaryllis   Email Amaryllis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Amaryllis

Hello, pipsters..
I need to write. I mean it: I NEED to.. it`s almost physiological, at times!  I know all true writers go through prolific phases and `dryer` spells.. well, er, I happen to be feeling rather prolific these days!     And so:
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I wanted to start a scribble pad; a journal.. open to anyone, of course, which will be an outlet for the word-jam and prevent me from overwhelming the boards.  My thought is to keep mainly to poetry, though prose and prose-poems are welcome, also. No set topic, no challenge, no forms or styles requested (within the pip guidelines, naturally.).. basically a pressure-release valve, a place to just be. Please join me? And, if not, then please patiently ignore me! lol  
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Best~ Amaryllis
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ps: please no overtly adult material, keep that in the mature forum, where it belongs? Thank you so much!  ~A
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1 posted 06-13-2010 04:35 AM       View Profile for Amaryllis   Email Amaryllis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Amaryllis

My first entry, late at night:
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Mountains When
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Where were these elevations
when you needed,
when days were linen khaki,
tight sutured, prudent-
when monochrome became
your portion,
when time, diluted pale,
etched all you knew?
Were they still waiting
cirrus haired,
shoulders snow-broad
in thinnest blue?
Did they still nudge
as arrogant
the timber-bristled
horizon,
still pull an eagle
or a plane
for jewelry?
When your eye watered,
lonely for a vista
it never knew?
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2 posted 06-13-2010 12:15 PM       View Profile for Amaryllis   Email Amaryllis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Amaryllis

Mountains (again)  =P   .. archaeic redux
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My spirit swells when I can view
a mountain pale and high,
against the clouds significant,
and changing with the daylight slant,
an opera in the sky.
So it was when as a youth
I found such beauty in the books,
till now, in truth, reality
is greater on the eye!
.
~Amaryllis
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3 posted 06-13-2010 12:19 PM       View Profile for Amaryllis   Email Amaryllis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Amaryllis

Only I Know
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Like a wool shirt it itches,
crawls, abrades,
uncaring irritates the
tender skin-
like a stomach gnaws
and bites
when empty,
it twists
it turns
it burns
it grates like sin.
.
.~Amaryllis
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4 posted 06-14-2010 12:26 PM       View Profile for Amaryllis   Email Amaryllis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Amaryllis

I crack my knuckles
put the plastic keys
beneath my finger-pads
to release this poem
that never ends
and I`m remembering
a story I once heard
of a clairvoyant
whose psychic gift
first manifested when
she sat through a
metaphysical seminar
and she saw
purple and green light
shoot from
the waving fingertips
of the speaker
for her it was an aura
the beginnings of
her gift
but for me
it was familiar in
ways of writings
ways of sending streaks
of pulsing ideas
out and away and into
the clear ether
where minds might close
or sleep a nitrous dream
instead of looking
for the radiance
would miss the auras
of our language
never read a poem
weep or laugh
but just exist to
get through the existing
like the longest Monday
or the way you feel
at 2:00 on  Friday
impatient for the
weekend that
might contain the
strobing bright
of real-time poetry
that will be missed
by the drowsy mind
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5 posted 06-14-2010 01:07 PM       View Profile for Amaryllis   Email Amaryllis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Amaryllis

This was sparked by one of PassingShadows` great photos:
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My sister is afraid of snakes.
we are picking apples
on a September afternoon,
the air is ripe and gala-sweet
the bees too drunk to sting,
some of the fall are perfect
still, unbruised-
others lie half deflated
cored by ants and
purring yellowjackets.
deer have come, in the night
and chipmunk, squirrel,
and possum-
we, too, are drawn
to the twisted tree
bowing generous
to share her heavy yield.
another finds this place
an eden of gifts-
flashing past our toes
in smooth pursuit:
some rodent succulent,
perhaps- the glistening scale
the bold-striped yellow
beautiful, and quick-
such grace in liquid
economy of motion-
my sister`s scream
starts the birds aloft
in a drumming thrum-
she leaps like a gazelle
onto the picnic table,
I`m laughing as I
chase the parting grass,
how can she fear so instant,
so instinctive?
she says they`re evil,
stays upon her perch,
shakes her blonde head
dismayed: `don`t pick it up!`
I won`t.. I only want
to watch the supple rope
navigate the orchard
like a glossy king.
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6 posted 06-14-2010 01:38 PM       View Profile for Amaryllis   Email Amaryllis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Amaryllis

The writer`s gift
of seeing through
the words
like an open
radiograph
seeing bone and structure
where ideas germinate
in the spongy marrow
of the author`s muse
every angle captured
in monochrome,
where the spaces lie
where the fracture starts
hairline or compound
osteo-linguistic
transparancy,
where the decay hides
where the cells divide
into growth or
to malignancy
with the loupes of
experience
magnifying what
may come to light
they are internists
of the purest sort-
dissecting stanzas
for the
diagnosis
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7 posted 06-14-2010 02:11 PM       View Profile for Amaryllis   Email Amaryllis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Amaryllis

there is a fiber
so minute
so nano-strong
so absolute
and like arachne`s
filament
entwines so light
without consent
so unaware
your status prey
until you cannot
fly away
until you doze
anesthtitised
freedom tight
against your sides
until you think
a gossamer chain
all you`ve wanted
and the pain
recedes so sweet
so close your eyes
and snuggle in
your silken lies.

[This message has been edited by Amaryllis (06-14-2010 02:48 PM).]

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8 posted 06-14-2010 05:03 PM       View Profile for Amaryllis   Email Amaryllis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Amaryllis

Hm hm hmmm....  
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  Omigosh! I`m already at 244 posts and it hasn`t even been a month since I joined!!!
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heh...
what can I say...
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9 posted 06-14-2010 11:06 PM       View Profile for passing shadows   Email passing shadows   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for passing shadows

how I LOVE THIS!

thanks for sharing and I'm so happy to have inspired you!

glossy king...yeah, pretty cool writing here
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10 posted 06-14-2010 11:08 PM       View Profile for passing shadows   Email passing shadows   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for passing shadows

oh and? congrats on the 244 posts...keep on writing! I wonder what number you'll be at in 10 years like me LOL
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11 posted 06-14-2010 11:18 PM       View Profile for Amaryllis   Email Amaryllis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Amaryllis

Thanks, Passing Shadows!  Yeah, I should have wrote about the baby bird but the snake seemed more interesting lol
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And oh yeah.. who KNOWS what my posts will be in 10 yrs at this rate~!   haha
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Thanks for stopping by..
~Amaryllis
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12 posted 06-15-2010 06:21 PM       View Profile for Amaryllis   Email Amaryllis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Amaryllis

Love
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What infinity crowds
within one word!
It should be parceled, broken
in myriad facets
that catch the sun.
is it Love like sighs,
10-yard stares for hours
in another`s eyes?
Or is it like the heaven
of your newborn baby`s head,
nestled in your neck
so milk-sweet, tender?
Or the shoulder of a
patient friend
letting words and tears alike
wash over her without
judgement?
Is it the trust in fathoms
of your retriever`s eye,
certain you are god?
Or the love of power,
money, material things,
unholy yet so persuasive-
is it like that?
Or the love that sits beside
the ailing parent,
wiping sweat from brows,
then kissing there?
There are so many more,
an eternal list so
tumbling
but there are not
the words..
all in one word?
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13 posted 06-18-2010 02:14 PM       View Profile for Amaryllis   Email Amaryllis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Amaryllis

I am confused.. it always was
about the poetry,
for me.
The reading, the writing
the sharing,
the learning.
It never was an
online diary, I do not
see poetry that way.
I know the great
confessionalists
(Plath, Sexton)
would feel differently,
but this is a new day,
and I`m so naive
didn`t even get it
didn`t know
or comprehend
at first
that people could use
poetry like candy
or flowers
or text messages
or like a disposable
hand wipe
to use then discard
when it`s dirty
didn`t see it
that eyes may
read my poetry
may see my words
but through an ego
filter,
accustomed to
the poetry
being but a
mating song
a gaudy glinting
construct
of a bower-bird
to attract a mate
to hook up
to get a rush
to nab a small
cheap thrill
or read the work
I sweated over
poured my knowlege into
revised and polished
employing device and form
or not,
would take and read them
narcisissitically
all my precious words
nothing but a mirror
for their own ego
saw themselves
instead of me or
the poem in it`s
own right
saw that"I was
writing to THEM"
non. non.
I write a poem, it lives-
it has it`s own
neutrality,
able to morph
a bit, maybe
yet! Not to
that, oh that extreme.
I will not use my
words to
write a love note
check yes or no.
I will write poetry. though
universal, directed to
anyone
and no one.

[This message has been edited by Amaryllis (06-18-2010 03:50 PM).]

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14 posted 06-19-2010 07:31 PM       View Profile for Amaryllis   Email Amaryllis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Amaryllis

Sway with me
my love, my love
beside the bending sea,
dip me in
the breaker`s lace
where moontides foam and steam,
kiss me then
when billows rise
to phosphoresce the night,
let us dance
a salty swing
before the coming light.
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15 posted 09-02-2010 12:31 PM       View Profile for Cpat Hair   Email Cpat Hair   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Cpat Hair

this... I found to be quite refreshing for its honesty and insight....


I am confused.. it always was
about the poetry,
for me.
The reading, the writing
the sharing,
the learning.
It never was an
online diary, I do not
see poetry that way.
I know the great
confessionalists
(Plath, Sexton)
would feel differently,
but this is a new day,
and I`m so naive
didn`t even get it
didn`t know
or comprehend
at first
that people could use
poetry like candy
or flowers
or text messages
or like a disposable
hand wipe
to use then discard
when it`s dirty
didn`t see it
that eyes may
read my poetry
may see my words
but through an ego
filter,
accustomed to
the poetry
being but a
mating song
a gaudy glinting
construct
of a bower-bird
to attract a mate
to hook up
to get a rush
to nab a small
cheap thrill
or read the work
I sweated over
poured my knowlege into
revised and polished
employing device and form
or not,
would take and read them
narcisissitically
all my precious words
nothing but a mirror
for their own ego
saw themselves
instead of me or
the poem in it`s
own right
saw that"I was
writing to THEM"
non. non.
I write a poem, it lives-
it has it`s own
neutrality,
able to morph
a bit, maybe
yet! Not to
that, oh that extreme.
I will not use my
words to
write a love note
check yes or no.
I will write poetry. though
universal, directed to
anyone
and no one.


Yet..I see you do write love poems to someone, just not as a way to to find emotional connections to other poets or readers.. all very honest and all a refreshing take on why write...
on why you write...

I to some degree understand that compelling need to write, and that you write because you have to, not because you are looking for attention or advertising for someone...

all you offerings here are enjoyed... and having that scribble space almost tempted me to add my own...( chuckling) but for now, they are the half thoughts and half finished on my hard drive..

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16 posted 09-02-2010 06:23 PM       View Profile for Amaryllis   Email Amaryllis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Amaryllis

Thank you, Cpat Hair! For stopping by and for the comment...  heh, I am a little embarrassed over that poem, because it is so raw, and born out of a semi-bitter emotion... not to mention that, in retrospect, it is a bit narrow-minded; of course poetry is/can be a `love note` to another~! I cannot begin to approach the whole `What is poetry?` imbroglio... that has been answered in so many excellent ways, by so many wise voices throughout the years.  It was just my little truth at the moment, I suppose.  Wrote it some time ago.  AND~ the funniest thing is: it`s a `diary entry` poem about how I don`t write diary entry poetry-!     Yes, I can admit the irony in that,..!  Let me never lose the ability to laugh at myself.  (rolling eyes)
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I`m pleased you took the time to read me; I`d grown rather tired of my own voice on this thread and so I abandoned it.  
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You can, at least, see why I implore you not to lose your writings!  I uphold poetry in all its many incarnations... it is a shame to treat your words like that  
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Thanks again, best to you~
Amaryllis
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17 posted 09-02-2010 07:50 PM       View Profile for Cpat Hair   Email Cpat Hair   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Cpat Hair

Half thought ( incomplete and not edited)


She liked the knot of silk
And the way it lay in the hollow of her throat
When she wore her scarf wrapped tight so no one could see
The underneath of fingers playing with strands of hair
And how when it got dark she could pull it over her eyes
To blindfold the wind

I liked the way she looked in dressed up all
Of words I had to look up sometimes when she spoke
Which was nothing like my own slow drawl
Or the women I had known who feared more than owned
The fact inside all had their own twitch or twists
To fairy tales or dreams

She told me stories then of time past and ligatures of scene
Were bound to paragraphs not shared with others
And I fell into weaving dreams that only I could see
As I watched the way she looked down and to the left
When telling me of something I could only feel
As syllables staccato heat upon my lips

“Bright colors,”  she said “and flowers, and clavicle urges
I sometimes can’t contain”
“It spills into words” I replied as I watched the small pulse at her throat
Slightly quicken and a pale blush of her cheek
When she touched the knot of silk letting her eyes take on
A distance I did not see into, until a later hour
Brought into focus the reflections she always carried
Deep within her heart and named
In another age
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18 posted 09-02-2010 08:30 PM       View Profile for Amaryllis   Email Amaryllis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Amaryllis

When my neighbor Sue takes her young filly out,
the dappled one, whose coat shines sleek
in morning`s aura, changing with the
slant of shadow
that one, she`s obedient; what sense
of gentle in that soft expression
but as she takes the leathern lead
that swivels at the tender chin on steel
I like to watch her round-pen work
and hear the muffled thud of healthy hoof
against the sawdust. There is a whip but
does not touch the hide; only cracks
a warning where she was a moment before
to keep the motion smooth. As I rest
against the painted rail, I know the day
is warming at my back, bringing the field
of sweet greens, gamagrasses on the wind
to the corral and to the knowing steed
whose pointed ear turns now to pastures far
whose glittering eye is half-turned from her task
not so Sue would know it. But I see
where the wild wants to run, her blood remembers
a shudder on the skin, a toss of mane
she is Beaucephalus, or then again
Pegasus in flight across the strand.

[This message has been edited by Amaryllis (09-02-2010 09:13 PM).]

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19 posted 09-02-2010 08:52 PM       View Profile for Cpat Hair   Email Cpat Hair   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Cpat Hair

bringing the field
of sweet greens, waving grasses

might think of working this line to name the grass... for example..
"Bringing sweet field of gamagrass to wave"

you are particular to describe other elements in this piece with precision,, down to the sound of healthy hoof on sawdust, the painted rail...

it just seems to fit that you name the grass... specifically.

enjoyed.... and since you offered the space to anyone... hope you didn't mind I made my own addition

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20 posted 09-02-2010 09:01 PM       View Profile for Amaryllis   Email Amaryllis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Amaryllis

Not at all! I loved your addition; as you know I am a fan of your work.      And yes, it is indeed open to anyone~! Please feel free to scribble anytime.
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Thanks for the idea on the poem... I am always open to ciritique and suggestions... I love to attempt to improve my craft, such as it is.  =P
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Thanks~
Amaryllis
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21 posted 09-02-2010 09:12 PM       View Profile for Cpat Hair   Email Cpat Hair   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Cpat Hair

Iridescent Blues (fragment to work)


Iridescent, I thought as I watched
The greens and blues of the dragonfly on my palm
Perhaps that is where the secret lies

Even bruises heal
And same hues need not apply to forever
Sometimes the hurts and anger are left behind
So even the spirit might learn to fly
In its time and within
The air they are given to breathe

You didn’t try to capture beauty in order to own
I paused
thinking I was content
To watch it pass through

A simple dragonfly

To revel in the way it flew

Adding  to my life a moment or two
Maybe she too has learned to soar
And those colors I abhorred now find
Their sheen to be one of pleasing hue

If I had closed my fist before
it would die
And I have never meant to harm
This delicate creature of now and musings
Or the her I’d come to know
Through time and dreams

I moved my hand and watched it fly
Hoping she too was well and warm
Within the colors she now wore

Of
    Home


[This message has been edited by Cpat Hair (09-02-2010 10:42 PM).]

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22 posted 09-02-2010 09:19 PM       View Profile for Amaryllis   Email Amaryllis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Amaryllis

That... is exquisite... truly.  Thank you
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23 posted 09-02-2010 09:59 PM       View Profile for Cpat Hair   Email Cpat Hair   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Cpat Hair

very kind Ma'am... it needs to be rephrased in a few places, perhaps tightened up since it rambles some.... I wrote the opening few lines and came back to it a few days later... then not satisfied, began to work at editing...and all this, a process I do not normally do. I normally write in one sitting as one thought... so at any rate this one has been a trouble for me and doesn't feel right yet..maybe never will..

it isn't clear why perhaps...
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24 posted 09-02-2010 10:08 PM       View Profile for Amaryllis   Email Amaryllis   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Amaryllis

I understand... I`ve had that same dilemma before.  I almost always edit my work; I enjoy in-depth critique and polishing a piece until it shines. This thread, however, was the antithesis of that idea! I wanted a place to ramble, well & truly.     And it`s obvious I did, heh!  Stream-of-consciousness, etc. as above, writing it all out as it came. Fun!  Your work is even more amazing in the light of that.
~S
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ps: was writing a long poem and LOST it (accidently erased whole thing)...aaarrgh
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