LisaJo
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Original Poems Anyone? - 2007/10/04 21:25
We are a talented bunch - no doubt, so I'm hoping to encourge others to share some of their poems. Drag 'em out and dust 'em off and put them out there for everyone to enjoy! Don't be shy - I'm willing to be the first to put myself out there, so jump right in and share your talent - k!
This is a poem dedicated to my children, about whom it was written. I hope you like it.
A Mother's Love, copyright 1996
I gaze upon the faces of my babies while they sleep.
I whisper to them promises that I will strive to keep.
I regard every nuance of their features with such awe.
And of all my precious blessings I count these children first of all.
Recounting all the comely sights my eyes have ever seen,
there is nothing quite as lovely as their faces fresh and clean.
Majestic mountains, sweeping vistas, sundrenched beaches can't compare
with my lovely little children, oh so winesome, oh so fair.
Their laughter plays like music great composers can't compose.
The thoughts they voice stretch beyond a poet's greatest prose.
Their imaginings are more vivid than an author's greatest works.
And, their spirit, when its nurtured can shine light where darkness lurks.
My children are the greatest gift 'ere granted me by far.
I endeavor every day to show them how special that they are.
But, my deeds and my words seem to fall short of the goal
when I try to show my children just how much they nourish my soul.
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ktobin76
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Re:Original Poems Anyone? - 2007/10/05 00:13
Ok! This fish must take the bait. This is from my song entitled "I Remain". It seems apropo here.
There she stood... I remember..
seventeen don't seem so very long ago.
And I would... reconsider...
If I could do it different again I would.
And it all seems so clear to me now....
I was young... I was livin...
Couldn't see forest for all them trees...
And I won't .. be forgiven...
And every day is leaving it's marks on me..
If I could have said that I was wrong....
And what I wanted...You became...
Then my eyes see the flickering flame...
I have dreams... You'd remember...
At forty-three it was so very long ago..
And I redeem ... my intentions...
And every promise I made to you I'd keep..
Then You wouldn't have to cry alone...
All my mistakes... Unmade...
Then my eyes see the flickering flame and...
I remain....... I remain...............
Why must my mind play tricks on my heart
Time will never let things change....
But I don't want to face that I remain...
I remain.........I remain......
I can't deny it's breaking my heart...
But time wont let you be replaced...
And I don't want to face that I remain...
I remain.............I remain....
There she stood.... I remember....
Seventeen wasn't so very long ago....
And I would .... Be better....
I'd do it different again I would.....
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nromo22
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Re:Original Poems Anyone? - 2007/10/05 06:46
Beautiful! ... LisaJo and ktobin!! ...
Link to something I wrote about the birth of my niece (2 pages ... too long for a post ... )
http://nelsonromo.com/melissa/
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lilmytmax
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Re:Original Poems Anyone? - 2007/10/05 07:56
ahem (clearing throat , wiping memory induced tears form eyes)they're all beautiful!throwing something diff. onto the pot...here goes....sometimes i get all tangled up in my head and the only way i can get out is to pick up a pen-i call the results"in the middle of the night or shut up robyn , I'm tryin to think!
once-in a lifetime-
he comes-in a moment-
minute-
love is forever-never-
you are my only-forever-
only once in a life time-
hippy chick-only girl-
where have you gone
never-once in a lifetime
#2
sun-kissed-rusty-
freckled cheeks,
smiling,laughing,dreams
whispering-tall grass,
bare feet-running,
turning-ever slightly-
spinning-sunkissed
#3
days-jumbled-tumbled-crumbled-melting-
into years-
eyes closed-heart posed-to leap-madly-
happily-into the tomorrow-kaleidoscope-
calliope-cacophony-of sights-sounds-
melting into yesterday.
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Juliedoe
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Re:Original Poems Anyone? - 2007/10/05 13:38
not a poem and some of the names have been changed to protest the innocent, but here goes............
Dear Readers, It is Girl Scout cookie time again! Do you part and buy a box or six today!
A Surprise in Every Box
By Julie Braschler
Louie was a pretty Boy.
PRETTY BOY!
PRET-TEE! BOW-EY!
He didn’t care what anyone else said, Louie was a pretty boy. He would sit on his swing and looking in his little mirror, bob his head and chant incessantly that “Louie is a pretty boy”.
I could sit and watch Louie all day long. I thought he was the most amazing creature in the world. He was so exotic in his little turquoise and emerald-feathered coat; much more beautiful than any old robin or mockingbird. My sister Lisa taught him to talk and tamed him enough to sit on her finger and even perch on her shoulder while she worked around the house!
Louie’s cage sat by the window in the room that Lisa and Ellen shared. I loved to quietly trespass in, lay on the top bunk and observe the wonderful little budgie as he preened and hopped from perch to swing. Oh! To have a feathered friend of my own, just like Louie.
I don’t know how Lisa convinced my parents into buying her a Parakeet. We always had a variety of “critters” around the house. Dad’s career with the Fish and Wildlife Service in the U.S.Department of the Interior pretty much insured that anyone with any kind of orphaned animal would end up at our house.
We had “Black-eye Susie”, an obsessive-compulsive raccoon. I loved to give her saltine crackers just to see her astonishment as she washed them and they dissolved in her hands.
There was “David” the pheasant I named after my brother. Once David (the pheasant-not the brother) got loose just as we were all on our way to my sister Betsey’s wedding. I came running around from the back of the house in my bridesmaid gown shouting that David was up on the roof and wouldn’t come down. My Grandparents, who were visiting and didn’t know about the bird, became very upset and suggested that someone should call 911. They couldn’t understand my Dad’s lack of concern as he told me not to worry, David would come down when he got good and hungry.
There was always a menagerie of cats, dogs, chickens, rabbits, a pony or two and the odd wild animal in need of a little rehabilitative help but Louie was the most exotic of all our animals (that is, until my brother won a spider monkey in a game of chance and the peacocks arrived but those stories I’ll save for another time).
Lisa was a typical middle child in our family of eight. She always led a life of mystery apart from our home. It was Lisa who took Clarinet lessons. Once, for her birthday, Lisa asked for a flower garden, and got it. And of all five of us sisters, Lisa was the only one to be a brownie.
The life of a Brownie is and always will remain a mystery to me. I know they wear brown beanies and have meetings but I’m not sure, what they stand for or what their core beliefs are. What I do know is that once a year, they go from door to door selling the most wonderful collection of cookies ever created.
Lisa was a real salesman. She has a very persuasive personality. I know she often talked me into doing things I’d have never thought of on my own. Lisa sold a record number of cookies! There was only one problem. After the cookies arrived and were to be distributed, Lisa forgot who she took cookie orders from. Eventually, my mom ended up having to buy all the merchandise and ended my sisters’ career as a Brownie.
After we all enjoyed a “Ting-a-ling, Dos-e-do, Short bread and Thin mint” feast, the surplus cookies were stored in the freezer to be saved for a “Cookie Emergency”. That meant HANDS OFF! These cookies were for company and we all knew that “company” meant Dewey and Sadie Kane
Dewey, Sadie and their three daughters had lived near us in Minnesota and attended the same church as we did. It wasn’t long after we moved to Georgia that the Kane’s arrived and set up house keeping. Dewey loved to go fishing with my Dad. Sadie loved to look down her nose at my Mother.
Sadie had pretty hands and painted fingernails. Her hair was white-blond and smelled funny. She wore it up in a swirly, just like a soft serve vanilla ice-cream cone. Her three daughters all wore store bought dresses, took ballet lessons and went to “grace and charm school” in the Magnolia room at Rich’s Department Store.
My Mom’s hands were red and chapped from housework. Her hair was brown, short and curly and smelled like sunshine and lavender. Her five daughters wore homemade and hand-me-down clothes, knew how to bait a hook and clean a fish and went to the public library to learn and to dream about what could be.
As time passed the temptation of those “emergency cookies” grew greater and greater.
The box came open with out much difficulty. The first cookie felt cold on my tongue and the crisp crack as I bit into it was heavenly.
Surely, no one would miss just a few thin mints taken from the box in the freezer….
Maybe just one or two more….
You know, once you eat more than half, it’s a shame to just leave enough for one person…
Uhoh….
Before you know it, half a sleeve of cookies is gone…..
My life of crime had begun.
Just like Eve with that forbidden fruit, my next thought was that I needed an accomplice…. My brother loved thin mints even more that me.
After our feast, we decided it would be a good idea to hide the evidence or at least stash it in the bottom of the freezer until it could be replaced.
Then we waited in dread for the next time the Kanes came to visit…. And we waited… and waited…. And waited. But what happened next made me forget all about cookies and the Kanes.
On a quiet Saturday morning after Lisa and Ellen had left for the day, I went into their room to spy on my friend, little Louie, but something was wrong! Lisa must have forgotten to take the canopy off of Louie’s cage. When I lifted the cover, there was no happy bopping little bird; just a withered little body on the bottom of the cage. Oh! What had become of Louie? I went to find David. He’d know what to do.
David and I did everything we could think of to relive the poor little parakeet but the Budgie wouldn’t budge. It is then that the idea came to me that maybe we could freeze Louie until a cure could be found or maybe just maybe the cold would revive our little friend.
David and I removed the bird from it’s home and took him downstairs to the freezer. We looked around for something to stick Louie in and found the half empty thin mints box. Louie just fit. We lovingly laid Louie to rest amongst the frozen vegetables, potpies and ice cream in the freezer. Then, as children often do, we forgot about him
*Author’s note…Lisa knew that Louie had died that morning. She asked my Dad to take care of the body. When Dad went up to empty the cage and found no bird, he assumed that Lisa had buried the little bird herself.
Time passed and finally the fateful day came.
The Kanes dropped by.
Dewey had a new fishing rod to show off to my father and Sadie came along too. Mother was feeling confident about having company. The house was spotless. The children were well behaved (the two youngest were strangely quiet) and although it was a pop-in visit, she was prepared because after-all, didn’t she have “emergency cookies” in the freezer?
Assuredly, mom walked out to the freezer and selected the thin mint box.
The box must have looked a little curious to my mother. Perhaps she could tell that “little Fingers” had been at work. She muttered something about how it looked like some one had broken the seal and she hoped there would be enough to go around.
With Dad, Dewey and Sadie sitting at the kitchen table, mother set out one of her nicest plates, opened the cookie box and slid out the contents onto it. You can imagine the noise a frozen bird makes when it hits a glass plate. You can imagine the curious looks on the faces around the table as they try to process what they are seeing before their eyes.
My poor mother! There amongst the delicious chocolate mint cookies lay the frozen remains of “pretty boy” Louie. She spoke with quiet dignity as she simply stepped back said, “Oh good, it looks like there’s enough to share.” She then asked if anyone would like lemon in his or her iced tea.
After some tears and confessing, Louie was buried quietly in the back yard under the Camilla bush (in the thin mint box-of course).
The Kanes still came by regularly for visits although, Sadie was always “on a diet” and “didn’t care for the least little snack”.
To this day, I always buy a box of thin mints from the girl scouts although I can not in good conscience eat them.
But do yourself a favor…
Buy some today---Everybody knows that they are best eaten frozen. Pour yourself a glass of milk, eat ‘em and celebrate Louie, the prettiest boy of all!
--30--
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LisaJo
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Re:Original Poems Anyone? - 2007/10/06 21:37
Playing the Game
©1997 Lisa Rutledge Johnson
I have tried to play this game with confidence and grace.
I have jumped the highest hurdles along the track in this race.
I have swam from shore to shore in shark infested seas.
I have stared Death in the eyes, even as he pushed me to my knees.
But, I got up; I got away; I got to live another day,
and I hold fast to my conviction that I'll find a better way.
I have dreams yet to unfold, stories yet untold,
and to make it to my future I will have to break the mold.
I have tried to play this game with fairness, by the rules.
I have gathered in my treasure chest all my precious jewels.
I have traveled many rugged paths to end up where I am now.
I have tripped and fallen, but got up and carried on somehow.
Yeah, I got up and found a way to travel forward day by day,
and I still hold to my conviction that I'll find a better way.
I have dreams yet to unfold, stories yet untold,
and to travel through the future I will have to break the mold.
I have tried to play this game with my eye upon the prize.
I have carried on when raging storms have darkened the skies.
I have struggled through the hard times and cherished all the good.
I have worried I might fail and there were those who said I would.
But, I stayed up and got to play, I got to live another day,
and I hold fast to my conviction that I'll devise a better way.
Because I have dreams yet to unfold and stories yet untold.
So, to make it to my future I will always break the mold.
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Re:Original Poems Anyone? - 2007/11/21 13:53
Sometimes in the still of night
I lie awake and think of you
The sounds of night are distant
Yet so near
That I can hear your sweet voice beside me
Or inside me
And I wonder longingly
Where you may be
Ah,Love
What holds me to remembrances long gone
As you are now
And sometimes in the still of night
Awakens me to you
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DanaLeigh
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Re:Original Poems Anyone? - 2007/11/21 15:09
Wow. 
These are great!
I don't have any poems but I do have several shorts I wrote about everyday things I've experienced. Here's one about some buffalo down the road...
The farm where we shoot skeet has many big, fuzzy, snorting buffalo. Big bulls, little bulls, big cows, little cows, all wearing that expression of I-dare-you.
One of the buffalo had just given birth and the old cowboys there were peering at it from afar.
One of the guys said, "Ah shoot! I ain't ever seen a baby buffalo! I'm a-gonna go over and look at it up close!"
All the other guys laughed and warned him this would not be smart idea. The fella ignored their warnings and jogged over the hill towards the mama and baby.
In their wisdom, they scrambled into the closest pick-up truck, cranked the engine and opened the back door.
They didn't have to wait long. Over the hill rose some stirred-up dust followed by their buddy, running for his life, arms just-a pumpin' and screamin' like a girl.
Apparently, mama buffalo AND daddy buffalo didn't care for drop-in visitors. They were in a death-charge with horns gleaming and heads down.
He dove into the back seat of the moving truck, with about two feet between his hiney and the hot breath of two very angry buffalo!
I asked the fella how long they laughed and he spit on the ground, grinned and said, "All the way home."
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GailHullingsCobleigh
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Re:Original Poems Anyone? - 2007/11/21 20:10
Pretty good stuff guys...
I was a Brownie! I want a frozen cookie! 
Here's a couple, from more melancholy days ('though they seem rather "current" somehow!):
liquid words
warm
flowing
relaxing
cold
icy
chilling
and harsh
spilled
from the cup
to the bowl
with
love
hate
indiference
are hard
and soft
pliable
and concrete
and if used
improperly
or properly
can ignite or solidify
slip away down the stream
or become dammed
in the pool of life.
(c)4/9/86 Gail Cobleigh 
Going Back
I tried going back to the places we'd been
To do things we'd done or see things we'd seen
But it wasn't the same to go out there alone
I would have been happier home on my own.
For the crowded emptiness made me aware
As those many eyes scanned me as if I weren't there
That it wasn't the places or what we had done
But being with you that had made it such fun.
(c) 11/21/07 Gail Cobleigh 
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brian
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Re:Original Poems Anyone? - 2009/01/30 11:33
yeah i've written many poems most dealing with heartbreak i'll share one at random written around the year 2000
as love ended
what was everything to me
was nothing to you
what was a treasure to me
was worthless to you
what was forever to me
never was to you
what died in me
never had life in you
what was beautiful to me
was ugly to you
what love was to me
was something else to you
what had no end to me
never began to you
what meant my life to me
meant nothing to you
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