not the stuff (repost for PdV)

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serenity blaze
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since 2000-02-02

Posts 27738

0 posted 2004-01-09 10:00 PM

"I am going to write a poem."
I sat at keyboard, poised.
Fingers pointed, a ballet--
and suddenly I grew annoyed:

Tell me this is not the stuff:
"get out there girl,
and wag yer ass--
get yerself out of the way
and let the poem pass."

Poems? They are everywhere--
allow your eyes to see.
Take the rhythm of the tongue
and turn your thought to speech.

Tell me this is not the stuff--
"Girl? Yanno this sh-tuff
won't last--
get out the way of me again,
and let the poem pass."

"I was going to write a poem."
I sat bemused at the keyboard.
Fingers pointed back at me--
wagging in discord.

Rage, girl--rage--
"It's not the stuff--"
syllables remain the same.
Remove the pen
and think again--

the poetry's...enough?

wintertao
Member

since 2003-11-17

Posts 366
Okaloosa Island, FL

1 posted 2004-01-09 10:04 PM

very cool, very creative, sweet

Brad_Smith
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since 2004-01-09

Posts 70
Dallas, Texas

2 posted 2004-01-09 10:26 PM

poetry does not warm the absent friend
it does not cuddle so dont pretend
grab a hold of the one who sends
by your side
face to face
all the glory
I can send

your subject inspred me of all i want replacing words with a present heart

DavePage
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since 2003-12-21

Posts 2917

3 posted 2004-01-09 10:30 PM

Firey blast

Nice, converluted, where the hell is it going words.

Dave

Sunshine

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since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

4 posted 2004-01-09 10:48 PM

I so enjoy reposts....

it's when the author/poet
says
"you're flexible
and this fits the moment."

Dang it ....
liked it then...
love it even more the second time
conceived.

icebox
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since 2003-05-03

Posts 4383
in the shadows

5 posted 2004-01-09 11:19 PM

'"I was going to write a poem."
I sat bemused at the keyboard.
Fingers pointed back at me--
wagging in discord.'

I had a grandfather who lived in a cabin with an outhouse deep in the woods and who used to yell out "Ya know that throne wasn't carved as a reading seat!"