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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA 
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Sorry guys, but, my muse has been on strike for 2 months now and this is all I could release and I'm hoping that you'll give suggestions on a title? Thanks~ Untitled At birth we remove the lid, spread it generously over skin and blindly, wholeheartedly believe; of faith in the unseen, the possibility of a dream and overestimate, overdose the impossible applying hope, so easy, so instant like that from our bottle of daily moisturizer. So, we cream our dreams, smooth out the ridges of our sighs, and wax our wishes for, to believe is to receive. And we go on and play a matador’s game with love looking it straight in the eye, to face it unabashedly, flaunting who we are of paper-cardboard masks of all the fools we’ve been. Though in the end, wounded, we, are battle lost and no applause with sharp horns, rose thorns and cape torn. Superwoman I am not. Save me now from kryptonite kiss. My wanting, needing, lusting, waiting, always seems to be baiting the losers, the cheats with an attention span of five seconds and as much depth as a glass of water. Falling hurts and the floors are tiled with inevitability, the ground is cold and I can’t find my knee pads. I think it rained today, all year, all life gone grey, someone said that he got married yesterday. I don’t want to be one of those women making jokes about husband number two, moving on to number three - the kind that sits alone at night talking to her cats knitting a melange of patchwork memories to soak up the tears. I want the first to last, a one and only, I need the guarantee, naked vow dignity. I want a baby’s ten-day-old lips to suckle my breast, inhale of my womanly flesh dance, and finger hair curled, but, cynicism - stale skin on skin shed leaks their milk dry, concave to die within my chest, confined, defined by lonesome head-hung sprouts. At birth we remove the lid, spread it generously over skin and blindly, wholeheartedly believe applying hope like that from our bottle of daily moisturizer, skin on skin, turned shelter stone. Sabotage, am I, I’ve pricked the holes in the bottom to cry. But, what do I do when the bottle is finally empty? By Melissa P. Monette |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggssssssss) Oh Melissa, my heart goes out to you, we've all missed you so much and I'm sorry your muse has been in a dry spell lately but I know we all go through that every now and then and soon your muse will glow more lucid than ever! (sigh) My heart goes out to you and I know you will live these special days and the bottle will never be empty, always believe! (smiles) You are maturing so much as a fabulous poet, sweet friend, I LOVE IT, I have two ideas for a title, "En Garde" or "Bottoms Up", I send angel hugs your way, this is excellent, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Melissa, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Auguste
since 2000-02-16
Posts 3953By the sea |
"My wanting, needing, lusting, waiting, always seems to be baiting the losers, the cheats with an attention span of five seconds and as much depth as a glass of water" Unfortunately, it's becoming harder and harder to find a really good and caring man these days, one that doesn't cheat...and one that can be the first and last. I wish you well on your quest and my only advice is to use your best instincts. Your imagery here is superb, Melissa. *hugs* my friend and God bless!  The stars will shine when I am gone, |
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leafseranade Member
since 2001-07-06
Posts 118Wisconsin, USA |
I liked this! Very expressive piece! My suggestion for a title is "Lack Luster" |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
How about"Hopeless Dream" Melissa, my muse is also on strike with yours, hanging out at the bar no doubt, getting more attenton than she can get here.) This stanza...Wow.. My wanting, needing, lusting, waiting, always seems to be baiting the losers, the cheats with an attention span of five seconds and as much depth as a glass of water. Falling hurts and the floors are tiled with inevitability, the ground is cold and I can’t find my knee pads. I think it rained today, all year, all life gone grey, someone said that he got married yesterday The entire poem is as always amazing,but this one really got me. Sandra [This message has been edited by catalinamoon (11-10-2002 09:22 AM).] |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Melissa...whatever the title you or others come up with.. THIS m'dear is a fantastic piece of work! I do believe your muse has returned home. Good to see you here!! ~Hugs~ ~I've loved you forever, in lifetimes before.~ |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Hi, stranger! Wondered where you have been. Glad to see you back and posting---and with a mighty fine poem, I might add! These came to mind regarding a possible title: Cardboard Masks The Walking Wounded EA |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
Thank you so much Noah, Michael, leafserenad, Sandra, Nancy and Earth angel... your title suggestions are much appreciated as is your support and praise of this long-overdue poem. Luckily, I think my muse is getting feity again and I'm currently polishing my second poem. I was worried that either this poem was mediocre and/or that I wasn't welcome back since this poem fast fell to the bottom of page 2! But, thanks for saving it! I really like your titles, but, have also thought of one: "Cream Dreams and Masks" Is that good enough for the poem? "Poetry is not an opinion expressed... |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
A title suggestion I do not have for you Melissa, but I am utterly impressed by your poem. Great writing... geesh I wish my muse would go on strike like this! |
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