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March is National Poetry Month
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Caprice_WebMD_Staff posted:
What say you all
To answering my call?
Words are for sharing
For fun and for caring



I have NO doubt you all could do better than that, so I hope you'll join in, whether it's whimsical or serious, I'd love to hear from you.
You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.
~Christopher Robin to Pooh
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lovely_lemon_tree responded:
Oooh, you dare to ask the English Writing major to share her poetry?

You'll be sorry, Caprice *cackle cackle cackle*!!

(No, really, I'll see that I do post some of my better stuff here. It's just going to have to take a back seat to things that need to get done first.)
 
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DOGDANCING_TCOS replied to lovely_lemon_tree's response:
think I will change things up and go find some non-trigger poetry to share.
I'm not really a psychopath, I just play one on the internet.
 
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DOGDANCING_TCOS replied to DOGDANCING_TCOS's response:
LOL okay here is a Paja original! my first published poem ever!

Prepare to be amazed at my skill and writing talent:

Aminals playing

The big dog and a cat eat kake
A little box kote the cat
A man kote the dog
The horse eats grass and the rat eats cheeze
and the girls cat peeped at the mouse

(Kote = caught)

I am 6 years old and in second grade. Year is 1972...and my spelling is still as bad as it is today heehee.
I'm not really a psychopath, I just play one on the internet.
 
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TheSullenGirl responded:
Today we find a tomorrow
It is not in our sorrow
But in the times
We saw the signs
That life truly does gets better
And although we sometimes get bitter
We can wash away the taste
Afterwards putting a smile on our face

All because today we find a tomorrow
We know it in the depths of our own marrow
Another day will find the horizon
And in that we our interwoven



3-7-12
 
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jankearney123 replied to TheSullenGirl's response:
i'm a poet and
didn't know it


i used to spend since age 10 aprox. till a few years ago writting tons of poetry................i'll see if there's something later i can contribute
 
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Caprice_WebMD_Staff replied to DOGDANCING_TCOS's response:
Love it, Paja! And the 'kote' is charming.
You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.
~Christopher Robin to Pooh
 
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Caprice_WebMD_Staff replied to TheSullenGirl's response:
I love that, TheSullenGirl, "Today we find a tomorrow".
You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.
~Christopher Robin to Pooh
 
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Caprice_WebMD_Staff replied to jankearney123's response:
I'm looking forward to yours, LLT and Fran!
You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.
~Christopher Robin to Pooh
 
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lovely_lemon_tree replied to Caprice_WebMD_Staff's response:
I'll be doggonned. I can't find my poetry folder!! I guess a couple from my handwritten stuff will have to suffice. I'll add a little background as needed for each one.

"Nocturne" was written the night after I found out a good friend's death. She was elderly but vibrant, and I knew it was her time to go.

"Nocturne"
For Wanda

The pale vernal night
is as long as the day
And the songbird's melody
echoes through the dew
Familiar pair -- nightsounds
an insomnia
I mourn for your spirit

The heavy breeze wafts
the curtains
A passing aura grazes my skin
And I glimpse
your ethereal journey
to Eden

And when the breath passes
and the drapes still
The first vestiges of light
in the east break
So the shadows turn to dawn
I sleep.

"Cat in the Moonlight" was a poem about my dear Kitty, who lived with us for about 7 years. This was written for her the first spring we were in Kansas.

Cat in the Moonlight

She sits,
poised,
tail curved around her pale white paws
casting a shadow
illusion

green eyes sharp
sniffing the air
in the soft spring dark
ready to creep
silently


with her sole
lunar companion
illuminating
her path [br>

This poem, "The Price of Vanilla," was written when I first started to feel the downward spiral. And this was also my national prize-winner.
[br> The Price of Vanilla

Ironic how peonies smell so good
on a moist midsummer morning
despite growing in a rusting railroad yard
or behind decrepit buildings
between low-income houses
underneath heating oil tanks

I am the single pink petal melting
crucified
on the black asphalt










I can go on and on... and I have my share of triggering stuff. But I think I will spare you, for the most part, from my mystical yearnings and mournful feelings. If anyone wants more, say so.




 
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TheSullenGirl replied to lovely_lemon_tree's response:
Beautiful work LLT.

You have a wonderful gift! Your imagery is powerful.
 
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jankearney123 replied to TheSullenGirl's response:
Very good use of the english language and i could really understand where you were. captivating. Very nice indeed!


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