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Hi Ladies,

I read apple's poem and it certainly says it all!  Thank you,  It was a joy to read.  PT63 suggested a poetry thread and I thought, why not?  I didn't write poetry until a series of strokes left me having to learn to speak and read comprehensively again.  So I began and this is a little of what came out.  Please join with me.  Whether it's funny or sad or just thought provoking.  We all have so much to say and some of us need simply need a vehicle to express ourselves.  I dedicate these to all of you brave ladies.

                                                           Lunacy

                                   Moonlight shinning on my windowsill

                                   You keep me moving, I can not be still

                                   I pace silently all through the night

                                   I meet no strangers in your shards of light

                                   Oh, how I wander when I want to sleep

                                  Memories stirring now from echoes deep

                                  Within my soul a yearning to escape this shell

                                  Peeling off the layers that I hide so well

                                  I can pull the shades down tightly

                                  Blocking out the light

                                 But darkness can't fool morning

                                 When it is no longer night

          

                                 Is this emerging alter ego whom I really am?

                                 Who slips so deftly in and out again

                                 Is it because I'm Pisces that you tug at me so well?

                                 As with tides which have no eyesight but still know when to swell

                                 Take one of me with you

                                 But leave this one behind

                                 So that in the daylight

                                 There is someone left to find

Nancy S.

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  • apple
    apple Member Posts: 7,799
    edited May 2009

    oh my goooooooooooooosh!  so so clever.  what an awesome poem.. very well done!  

    i just love it.   Seriously, that is an excellent poem.

    The neat thing about poetry is that there are so many types.. there is such freedom in wordplay.    I will definitely help keep this thread going.  Sometimes one needs to write a poem to capture an intense emotion that cannot be conveyed with normal speech.  I have written poetry all my life.  i love playing with words. 

  • nancypat
    nancypat Member Posts: 511
    edited May 2009

    Thank you apple, the comments are very much appreciated, coming from you.  I have to admit that one was a little dreary this one is more uplifting.

                                                   I Send You Love

                                You've brought  me laughter to stay my tears

                                You've given me courage through the years

                                 I see your strength and it makes me smile

                                You refuse to quit, it's not your style

                                You've shown hope to me through dark despair

                                You cradled my faith when I didn't care

                                For all of these things you have given me

                                I send you love that will always be

    Nancy S.

  • apple
    apple Member Posts: 7,799
    edited May 2009

    lovely!

    here's a little one about losing hair.........

    growing bald is very sad

    we miss the hairs that once we had

    we wake and it's another day

    a hundred hairs have slipped away.

    what we wish we could control

    reveals a window to our soul.

    we smile and say that it doesn't matter

    inside we cry and we are sadder.

  • nancypat
    nancypat Member Posts: 511
    edited May 2009

    Oh apple, that is so touching and it is certainly touching me at the moment.  You remind me of Erma Bombeck.  She would be proud of you.  One of the ladies mentioned on another thread about a chunk of her hair flying out of the window while she was driving.  I had to laugh!  Can you imagine someone finding it and thinking there must be a mad scalper about?

    Nancy

  • apple
    apple Member Posts: 7,799
    edited May 2009

    i know there are many poets among us.

  • hollyann
    hollyann Member Posts: 2,992
    edited May 2009

    I got one!.....

    Roses are red.....

    Violets are blue.....

    Cancer sucks.....

    And drains do too!........

    Could not resist that one!.....

  • apple
    apple Member Posts: 7,799
    edited May 2009

    the drains were almost the most horrific .............

    .

    .

    i think the worst was the constipation

    after my modified radical mastectomy

    i really wanted to make a donation

    into the toilet bowl next to me.

    i think i had to wait a week

    totally stopped up, so to speak

  • nancypat
    nancypat Member Posts: 511
    edited May 2009

    Well, I have been in a blue funk all day thinking of chemo tomorrow.  I tuned here for solace and ended up busting a gut!  Keep them coming ladies!

    Nancy

  • apple
    apple Member Posts: 7,799
    edited May 2009

    chemo for me tomorrow too..

    sigh

  • cherneski
    cherneski Member Posts: 726
    edited May 2009

    Love the thread.  I am sure I will be adding something soon.  Thanks I really  like the one about the hair.  I havent started chemo yet, and I am having fun with my hair while I still have it, but the truth is that each day I shower and the few hairs that everyone loses everyday sends me into tears because I know what is coming. 

  • NatureGrrl
    NatureGrrl Member Posts: 1,367
    edited May 2009

    What a great idea, and what great poems!   Thanks especially for the laugh, apple!  I have my third A/C Wednesday and am not looking forward to it; today is my last "energy" and "normal" day for 10 or 12 days, so I'm determined to make it a day of joy... your poem started it out on just the right note!  Laughing

    I'll have to put on my thinking cap and see if I can come up with anything!

  • apple
    apple Member Posts: 7,799
    edited May 2009
     

    Bedtime

    I think it must be time for bed

    There's music playing in my head

    It might be Brahms's lullaby

    Or sleep my baby, don't you cry.

    I don't know.

  • nancypat
    nancypat Member Posts: 511
    edited May 2009

    May I Sleep?

    May I sleep a while longer

    And not face the day?

    There is peace in my slumber.

    The pain's held at bay.

    I may be still in the blackness.

    Or roused in some dream.

    My worries can't haunt me,

    I'm adrift on a stream.

    Please wait to wake me.

    My pleasures are few.

    Let me gain strength

    To face life anew.

  • apple
    apple Member Posts: 7,799
    edited May 2009

    Morning

      

    Morning is the time of day
    when God wakes up and starts to play


    "Sunny, windy, will they pray
    or as usual, go astray?"

  • saint
    saint Member Posts: 1,877
    edited May 2009

    WOW! Love this thread & was just wondering if there was one like this on the boards----gotta spread the word & actually WORK on some! THANX..will be back!

    Be well & stay strong 

  • apple
    apple Member Posts: 7,799
    edited May 2009

    not a BC poem

    Osama's mama

    Osama has a mama
    he is her only son
    she made him a pajama
    she doesn't care what he has done

    She loves his dark and soulful eyes
    she thinks about his youth
    she responded to his plaintive cries
    she kept his first lost tooth

    She dreams he'll someday settle down
    and take a little wife
    sire a son  in a nearby town
    and life a normal life.

    He sends a little token
    for every life he's taken
    and every heart he's broken
    so she'll never be mistaken

    that he wants her to feel smarter
    and wants her to be proud
    for he's the famous martyr
    who soon will wear the shroud

    of infamy and history
    of Islamy and mystery

    His name will be bestowed
    on those who live perchance to die
    on those who'd give a cherished eye
    to journey on  the fated road
    of Osama

  • saint
    saint Member Posts: 1,877
    edited May 2009

    From my cancer I never can hide,

    it makes me a different woman.

    I carry the beast like a child inside

    does that mean he's become a companion? 

  • saint
    saint Member Posts: 1,877
    edited May 2009

    THE BEAST WITHIN

    Like a dark angel he haunts me

    ever present, always threatening.

    He lurks in shadows casting mists & smoke

    to weave a veil between me & the Light.

    He does not know he has taught me of the Light.

    I am imbued with it as no other could be due to the contrast he created!

    His intention is clear: to devour me!

    But I will not be defeated.

    He will grow darker & cease.

    I will grow brighter & shoot to the heavens.

    No victory for him, I will not loose. 

    For he can not exist in my absence!

     

    I feel shy about this endeavor, but this has been interesting -- I didn't realize that in a dark way I have sort of made some peace with my "co-existence"........gonna try for something a bit less macabre next time........


  • apple
    apple Member Posts: 7,799
    edited May 2009
  • Estepp
    Estepp Member Posts: 6,416
    edited May 2009

    There is so much inside that cannot come out

    It tries so hard to show its face

    Age is all that spares my victim

    Age and fear that is

    Tomorrow is another day

    Will it be the day?

  • saint
    saint Member Posts: 1,877
    edited May 2009
    Oh, to be a word-smith! That would be grand.To have all the verbiage obey my command!To remember each lesson, a secret, a rule,If only I knew how to use every tool!I could write for the heart-sick & make that heart soar.Then something macabre; make it crash to the floor!It all seems so easy in the dark, in my bedWhen the words are are swirling around in my head.But they won't obey me; no cadence or meterThey won't come to together to appeal to reader!No matter my patience, no matter my timeThe meter abandons; leaves an "aa" type rhymeThey want an adventure, not to be fixed to paper!To go off on their own for a fun little caper.Oh to be a word-smith, I'd need a chair & a whipCuz the words won't obey me & fall into a quip! Sleepless on steroids.....galloping along...howling at the moon! Will I come back & delete these once I regain some sanity??? LOLOL 
  • NatureGrrl
    NatureGrrl Member Posts: 1,367
    edited May 2009

    I love this thread -- so many wonderful poems.  Love the ones that make me laugh, love the ones that speak to my heart... you all are wonderful! 

    saint, please don't delete your poems.  I love them, and can definitely relate to the steroid-induced mental energized writing!  You should see the emails I get done on steroid days! :)  I'm not sure others appreciate receiving them, but boy, do I get a lot said!

    But somehow, what really got to me during this thread was reading everyone's dx at the bottom of your posts... not sure why my eyes went to them all this time; I read some of them sometimes, but this time I was reading all of them, and they just brought tears to my eyes.  Adn the quotes included made me smile...

    You are amazing, each and every one of you.

    I meant to write a funny poem, but this is what came out instead.  Maybe funny next time.

    This isn't a traditional rhyming poem, but if ee cummings and others can take flight with form, so can I! (yeah, like I'm an ee cummings!).  Well, bear with me, it's full of cliches and all, but it's sincere.


    To All Women, Those With Cancer, Those Without, and to All Those Who Support Us

    courage

    heart

    love

    strength

    tears

    fight

    survival

    weakness

    energy

    hope

    courage

    love

    one day at at time
    one step at a time

    sometimes, one second at a time

    we dig our way out of the trenches
    stick our heads up
    dodge the bullets
    feel a hand reaching out to pull us up
    run with us through the barrage

    and help us to a better place.

    on the darkest days
    when I can't remember that "this, too, shall pass"
    and I start to lose hope

    you remind me
    and hold hope for me
    and your holding hope
    helps me through.

    one day at a time
    one step at a time

    sometimes, one second at a time.

    courage

    hope

    love

  • nancypat
    nancypat Member Posts: 511
    edited May 2009

    NatureGrrl,

    You are incredible!  Am also loving every poem, everyone's thoughts.  I agree, please don't delete, saint, you are making a record of your experience and may want to go back and see how you managed it.

    Carefully Watch me

    As the tide rolls in

    Swirling eddies that recede again

    Check me to see

    If I am whole

    If nothing has left me

    If I still have my soul

    Oh how I've taken

    The bitter with the sweet

    Of mistakes I have made

    And those I repeat

    When the water washes over

    And deposits the sand

    Then goes rushing back

    Leaving naught in my hand

    I don't want to be empty

    I want to be filled

    A purpose, a longing

    Till my heartbeat is stilled

    If I touch your life

    Leave something behind

    A memory, a whisper

    A caress of some kind

    Don't leave me stranded

    Don't toss me away

    For I'll see the night

    But you'll see the day

  • apple
    apple Member Posts: 7,799
    edited May 2009

     a site that helps with finding rhyming words and synonyms

    http://www.rhymezone.com/help/

  • saint
    saint Member Posts: 1,877
    edited May 2009

    This is my new GO TO FIRST site! Like a frustrated old artist I keep tapping on these keys & take such pleasure in what you all are sharing here. I have always been an "artist" but shy to share my personal stuff...this is where I will work on that. My dh has a few degrees-one in English. We have written little ditties together to sing at parties & silly poems for the animals & kids, but after over 30 years this is the first time I have ever saved & shared something like this with him. He really liked my first & third ones (so did my son)

    OK--steroid induced lunacy (it is by the dark of the moon yet AGAIN) Maybe posting this will allow me to return to sleep (why do they come full blown/unbidden at 2 AM & elude me when the light comes on??)

  • saint
    saint Member Posts: 1,877
    edited May 2009
    POSSE
    My man calls them "posse" I call them "team"They pass on their strength when I run out of steam.A sister or girlfriend, prayer pal or other.They step in as drivers, a helper or mother.
    They are the big guns who come in as women,but the ones I now speak of are not even human.They are my sweet boys: a cat & a dogWith their adventures they could start their own blog!They are always employed in monitoring meI haven't a moment from them to be free.They sense every feeling; happy or sadAre with me whenever good things turn to bad.They sleep with me nightly-one on each sidefrom the dark or a nightmare I don't need to hide.When I find my heart breaking they come cover mewith a hand on each head I know how it will be.They each have a job & work well in tandemto correct all my flaws. Their luck isn't random.They know what they do in a deep earth-trust-wayThey're a gift from on high & I pray they will stay.My Alfie & Jonsey- about 10 pounds each;The color of snow & the sand on the beach.You can pick out a pet -it will go live with you.But when the pet picks out you, there is nothing to do!It's a mystical, magical, powerful love!It assures me that someone is watching above. I must have done something terribly rightTo deserve special creatures with eyes full of lightIt's beyond understanding, but I wanted to sayI believe in their magic-earthbound I'll stay.



      
  • apple
    apple Member Posts: 7,799
    edited May 2009

    got a pic?

    "I must have done something terribly right To deserve special creatures with eyes full of light"

    That was a really a nice poem.

  • saint
    saint Member Posts: 1,877
    edited May 2009

    My intention on waking was to post these pix from the other day when they joined me on the couch while I was resting...no "eye-light" since they were OUT! 

    Alf is the papillon, Jones the cat:

     

     

  • saint
    saint Member Posts: 1,877
    edited May 2009

    Without intending to take over this thread I MUST add that it seems as tho writing is having a positive affect on my life! Like a gratefulness journal I have kept for 8 years, it is affecting my subconscious! I have found that after posting & going back to sleep, poems enter my dreams & words join to make dreams with struggles come out resolved. It is very hard to explain, but it is very literary & I wish I could remember them when I wake! I am left with a deep sense of well-being & peace!  I feel more self-awareness seeping into the night.......or it's just neurotic, steroid  se's!!!!  Either way I just LOVE this thread! HUGS

    Be well & stay strong 

  • coonie
    coonie Member Posts: 7,618
    edited May 2009

    Saint!!!! Just wanted to tell you that I LOVED your poem about your animals!!! Being an animal lover myself, it really touched my heart!! You're very gifted!!!

    All of you are!! I don't write it, but I sure do love reading:)  Thanks!!

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