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Ruffie

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Lets share some of our work. I'll start


Reality

The world is full of plastic people

Mass produced on societies assembly line.

All striving for that one universal goal.....

destroying those who cross their path.

Or are, in their opinions....sub standard.


For perfection is held withing the boundries of the mind

Where the concept begins....and ends.

Ruth Gillingham
 

Ruffie

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Ran across and old poem that I wrote in a writing class. WE were asked to write about the colors and given a time limit to wrie what we felt/saw.

RED

Red the color of the stop sign.

The way I stopped myself for years

from saying what I wanted, doing what is right for me.

Red the color of rage.

From all the anger I stuffed down deep inside.

Never being good enough, not measuring up.

Crimson cheeks,embarassed by my own inadequacy.

Red the color of strength.

Building up strength from the disapointments.

Finding the woman deep within that let herself be hidden by the red and white octagonal sign.

A rage colored cape waved gingerly at those who have hurt me.

Come at me now, kick up the dust, head down, horns ready to pierce my flesh.

I smell the sweat,and feel your hot breath as I flip the cape up over your head.

Stepping adeptly to the side over and over again as you rush past trying to injure me.

I have studied deep inside the molten core of my existance and wave the cape freely.

Ruth Gillingham
 

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Those are very good, Ruffie! :)


Sharing What

I cannot
shall not
my pal got it all

all is his
and his is all

I cannot
shall not
get it at all

If its gotten then is it taken?
or is it gone completely, I could be mistaken
maybe I can and maybe I shall
get it all yesiree somehow

I cannot
I shall not
me and my pal

we'll learn to share and this we shall

Jeff C.
 

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Hi Ruth,


I am blessed to come here every day,
to share and be here with others who feel the same way,
we are not perfect, and life has rocked as like a boat in a stormy sea,
but there is no more wonderful place for my heart and soul to be.


Susannah
 

Ruffie

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Very deep and lots of meaning there! THanks for sharing!
Ruth
 

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I write a hefty amount of poetry. Mainly free verse/bukowski-esque stream of consciousness stuff, with a little beat poet flair.

Some of it is up on my myspace blog. Here's an oldie.

fate, love, struggle, dawn :

Fate. I've hedged my bets on ideas like fate, faith, and spirit before. Fate? Or the sick ploy of a deity of our own creation and volition. Our fated struggle is really the most beautiful part in all of this.

Love. The chemical emotion I find myself toying with when all else fails me. Sometimes I think it may not be enough, but really what else is there? We dream our dreams and sing our songs about the fecundity of life and love.

Struggle. We struggle against reality, our words giving us a romanticized utopia, a lovely escape from the pressing matters at hand. For two whom have seen and felt so much, it is the natural reaction. Escape is everywhere and nowhere.

Dawn. Your words stoke the fire in the dark pit of my soul, knocking the embers to and fro. I glow red inside and my desire for you only increases. The infatuation and affection you send my way doesn't make me feel better or worse, but it does make me feel less human. It's a delicious feeling and I'd like to press my tongue to your neck and taste your emotion.
 

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i havent written anything for a while, but here's a short lil thang i want to use for this online wecomicy type thing me and my friend are supposedly starting.

she left baking soda in the corner
where the tv used to sit
on rainy wednesdays i
watched the golden girls
and hated the smell of spaghetti


and one more

holes in windowscreens of friends
who aren't anymore remind me
of tiny little hobbit feet
and my bed was more comfortable.

feeling hungover from late nights of
chess and chicken lo mein,
disney movies i would never watch.

we'd only sleep alone when we didn't speak,
when you wanted an excuse not to have me.
 

Ruffie

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Thanks for sharing. I am glad to have all you share your work!
Ruth
 

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On it's way out:

Rotten wooden mulchings
Waft through to sinus walls,
Wind whirs ever weary
Past my ears, and taking pause
Beside a flower
Who like shy moles
Peeks it’s head, above the moss.
I welcome Springs renewal
Seeing signs of winter’s loss.

When past the grassy pathways,
Beside a smog curled road
The lights do silent twinkle
Not of heaven, but of cars
And against my bodies wishes
And beyond my keeping grace
The chill of winter nibbles up
And hurries up my pace.

Inside my bricked up dungeon
Where ivy vines were cut
And the warmth is pumped up forceful,
And the walls are full of rot
Where my eyes are lighted brightly
But my mind is left in gray
I pray to see that Spring again
When Winter’s lost its way.

-HMB [me]
 

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I cut the strings

Strings that bound me to you.

Tied around my heart squeezing, the pain, the pressure

The routine well rehersed

Great performance everytime

Applause, bows taken

The lights dim

And alone backstage

I knew this feeling had to end

The cool handle of the knife warming in my hands

Contemplating losses in order to be free

To like the reflection in the mirror

Without the costume and stage makeup

The puppeter must go

By severing the ties that bind

r.g.
 

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I cut the strings

Strings that bound me to you.

Tied around my heart squeezing, the pain, the pressure

The routine well rehersed

Great performance everytime

Applause, bows taken

The lights dim

And alone backstage

I knew this feeling had to end

The cool handle of the knife warming in my hands

Contemplating losses in order to be free

To like the reflection in the mirror

Without the costume and stage makeup

The puppeter must go

By severing the ties that bind

r.g.
Oooooh, that was really good.
 

Ruffie

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As you tell my poetry is a way for me to work out things! I am glad it strikes a cord in others too!
Ruth
 

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So glad I found this was wondering if there was a poetry corner or some such on Dimms, cause I have just been typing up some word docs with stuff I have written

hugs thanks for sharing Ruffie, poetry is the same for me a way to work out what is in my head, although sometimes I am just inspired so i write what is there to be written.

hope no one minds me bumping this thread back up.

So here are a couple of mine

Restless Spirit 2/2/09

Oh restless spirit
Take head
Oh restless spirit
Take hold

Free yourself from the cage you have made

Oh restless spirit
Lay your boundaries down
Oh restless spirit
Let your feet touch the ground

Free yourself from what you think you should be

Oh restless spirit
Wont you come home to me?
Oh restless spirit
Let me be all I can be

Free yourself from other peoples dreams

Oh restless spirit
Oh restless spirit
Oh restless spirit

You Are Me!




The Who that is Me. 22/3/10

There is so much more
To me than what you see
So many faces
That make up the who that is me

The confident, self assured face
A social butterfly
Self assured and full of grace
A nervous wreck
Hidden sometimes behind the smile

A babbling brook
Of chatter
Needing to unwind
Deep and soulful
And sometimes
Painfully shy

A heart of gold
A winning smile
Always willing to go that extra mile
Stubborn at times
Often right

Kindness flows
Inner light glows
And yet there is so much more to know

A child at heart
A joyous laugh
A sometimes snarky cynical sad thing
Occasionally wells up from within

For the most happy and content
Revelling in life’s amazing
Adventures and simplest of pleasures

Often willing to try something new
To step out of those comfort zones
To confront fear head on
To tackle the problems one by one
Though sometimes instinct dictates to run

To dance with joy
To seek answers
To live with clarity
To let go of the drama
To stop once in a while
To be

These are just some of the things
That make up the who that is me



the last is one of the most recent things I have written hugs and fantastic work everyone on this thread
 

CastingPearls

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I Fall
by CastingPearls

Defiance. Deceit. Rebellion.
He fell to me like Lightning from the sky.
Endless nights, a ribbon of dreams
All of him
All of him
Interrupted by restless fretful irritating breaks of day
My father said I had a gift
My mother feared for my soul
And his
She's gone now
And then I awoke and INHALED
How many times were you warned that Sleeping Beauty would abandon you and wander off and you didn't prepare?
My mother warned you too before she slipped away forever
I begged you to fight to keep my heart
I laid it all out, bared all my soul and fears to you
On my knees, I pled, I wept.
And then I stood and SIGHED
I turned away away away from God
And defiantly sought him out after so many years of self-imposed exile
and found more more more than I ever imagined
like lightning, like lighting, like fire, fire falling from the sky he flew to me
I want every drop, every inch, every breath, every beat
His hands shake with the power I hold
In January
I fall.
 

CastingPearls

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What Have I Done

by CastingPearls

I have loved
I have loved
I have clung and I have cried
I reasoned and I screamed
Scolded and lied
And you waited and wanted
Yet pushed me away
What have I done
What have I done
More and more
You wanted my everything
More and more
You I wanted to own
I live with a shadow
And dream of the sky
You begged me to come
And dreamed of me
Why
Still you are satisfied
With only the dream
While flesh and blood waits
Waits with a heart held in flames
What have I done
What have I done
To seek out and find you again
Unfinished business to claim
Never to own
Never to keep
But while I have you I will possess
I won't deny
I won't deny
I'll stand in hell and still won't bend
Those flames won't burn
As bright as this
Oh God no regrets no regrets
What have I wrought
What have I done
I won't deny
I won't deny
I won't deny
I won't deny
What I have done.
 

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wow casting pearls they are both really powerful pieces thanks so much for sharing them
 

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One of my favorites:

The Walrus and The Carpenter

Lewis Carroll

(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"


The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"
"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."
The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.
But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.
Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.


The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?


"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"
"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"
"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.
 
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