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04/20/2008 12:18 PM

Poetry Corner


I love what Dreux did with the 'Art of the Day' thread, so I am going to follow his lead. I am sure we have some very creative and talented people here...Let's start sharing!

Someone want to go first?


04/20/2008 12:56 PM
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Post edited by: norma, at: 04/20/2008 14:59Dizzy

Post edited by: norma, at: 04/20/2008 15:01

Post edited by: norma, at: 04/20/2008 16:20Sad Blush Ok I give up...I write crappy poetry...I will find some other way to contribute to this thread since I am a terrible poet...Devil

Post edited by: norma, at: 04/20/2008 19:07

04/20/2008 05:19 PM
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Here is one of my favorites...enjoy...

Song of the Open Road


AFOOT and light-hearted I take to the open road,

Healthy, free, the world before me,

The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.

Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,

Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,

Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,

Strong and content I travel the open road.

The earth, that is sufficient,

I do not want the constellations any nearer,

I know they are very well where they are,

I know they suffice for those who belong to them.

(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens,

I carry them, men and women, I carry them with me wherever

I go,

I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them,

I am fill'd with them, and I will fill them in return.)

Author Walt Whitman..."Song of the Open Road"


04/20/2008 06:29 PM

Norma, that is awesome, but I was thinking something more from the poster...something original...

Like for instance I wrote this about the number of times I found my drunk ass on the floor of a bathroom and the number of times my husband had to forgive me...


Life was not meant

for the feeble and weak...

only the vicious survive!

I was thinking that thought

drink after drink

as I sloppied myself

in that dive!

I threw my head back

I slammed the glass down

liquid courage

made my voice boom,

"A drink for my friends...

heck a whole round

for everyone here

in this room!"

Last thing I remember

was all the applause

as I took center stage

to start singing.

When I awoke

I then knew the cause

of why my whole head

was ringing

It wasn't survival

that landed me here

atop this cold bathroom floor

it was the thought

that courage

came beer after beer

and with that in mind

I drank more.

An ache in my head

led me to conclude

that life was meant

for the living

and not for the socially

inept, drunk, and rude

because real strength

is in the forgiving.

04/20/2008 06:34 PM
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Oh, that is great and from your beautiful...I tried to write a poem...I am so critical of writing...I have a Bachelors in English. I will try to do one...I love your poem...

hugs, Norma

04/21/2008 03:37 AM
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That is wonderful deep, and how true

04/21/2008 09:46 PM
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In my pocket is five dollars

Cost of lunch

Will it buy sandwich or flowers?

Which appetite do I appease?

My hunger for beauty

Out weighs the growling of my stomach.

Is this rational? Is this wise?

Only in my eyes

And I am the one with the five dollars.

Post edited by: norma, at: 04/21/2008 23:47

04/22/2008 12:43 PM

I like it!

Some of the best poetry is in free verse format...I really really love this because of the deep significance that a decision begs the question


Hmmmm...very deep, good job!

04/22/2008 12:45 PM
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Thanks, honey...i so enjoyed writing poetry again...I am rusty at it...again thanks for this thread.

04/23/2008 01:15 PM

I am entering a 'lyrics' contest...grand prize $ 50,000.00...

So I need some luck thrown my way.

Here is something funny I wrote...hope you enjoy it.


In the silence of winter

there came to the door

a knocking that I've

never heard before.

At first it was restless

like leaves in the fall.

A scratching of sorts

and it sounded quite tall.

So I grabbed the first thing

I could find on the shelf.

I grabbed it in hopes

of protecting myself.

Then I stood in front of that

great big oak door

armed with the weapon

I'd grabbed from before

and slowly so slowly

I opened that door.

The look that she shot me

said I was dead

as the Lucky Charms box

hit my wife in the head.

Matter of fact she had

a weapon of her own

as a lipstick flew out of

the purse that was thrown.

As she stood there fuming

and tapping a toe

I held out my hands

to say ‘I didn't know.'

The moral here

and I'll say this true

so that it doesn't

happen to you

when having

imagination's curse

assume that your Grizzly

carries a purse!


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