Another Artistic Thread - POEMS

[PlanetX]

Izchan, I just don't like the way those birthdays keep adding up. Besides, I think they're even affecting my driver's license... every time I go get a new one, I look four years older (now not as often, even worse) in the picture! That's just meeeesssed up. I'm thinking that's another good reason to give away my birthdays. I'll give away ten of 'em, if anyone wants 'em.

And no charge for the wrinkles- they'll make you look all wise and fun-loving (laugh lines)...

[izchan]

PlanetX,
That sounds logical.
I will top you with 10 more birthdays and one extra ex-gf.
I hope you have life insurance, because she is a real wildcat.

[S-uper_T-oast]

either where or you weren't
so it didn't really matter
rather, if either whether
I said a thing
so I tried to make the best
smile I could make
and make my own best try
and being the best to think
wink, wink; I do the best I can
so I like to think
it might have only mattered
if rather either ever
some other either whenever
so happened to be
dependent on me
so the best I could be, is whatever I'd like to see
re: don't worry about parking tickets

[izchan]

:: Another Birthday Song
Its not really about the numbers
Its the principle of the matter
we came because we believed
we put everything on hold
because we thought you would understand
but we were wrong
you never cared enough to tell us
that pain was all you had
that we were suppose to bear it all
its not that I am complaining
work is work all the same
but the very least you could have told us
that its going to be an up hill climb
and the people that we were suppose to meet
were bitches on wheels
and are insane
so yeah ...
now that I am here
all naked and confused
what am I going to do
with my next 100 years
well ... happy fucking birthday to me.

I am into birthdays ....

[PlanetX]

My Father's Hands

It was my father's hands that tilled the soil,
He braved the sun- enjoyed the toil
With piercing eye, removed the stones to make things right.
They were hands which brought sweet moistened earth
To meet the sun.
His vision- a sea of green in clumps of hardened sand.
My father's hands clasped to pray for the happiness of a daughter, a son, a day
Hands, which, trembling, held his baby child at birth
Would gesture, teach that child how to work.
My father's heart saw for me a life much likened to that land,
The need of preparation for joys to come
Reparation for deeds that can't be undone.
My father's soul alone could see the pain, the grief inside of me,
Because he'd tilled the soil, seen the stones I couldn't see,
And would have tossed each one aside,
But now the land, the life is mine.
Now, beneath a watchful, quiet sun,
I will turn the soil, to wield the "planter's trowel",
I will loose the stones, and plant the seed
With my Father's help, I will water and weed
The land, the life, the time that was given me.

©1998 BDJ

[izchan]

good poem.

[PlanetX]

Thank you. I've enjoyed reading all the other poets' work, here. Wonderfully crafted. Another writer friend of mine said that poetry is sometimes hard to share because it's like your guts hanging out there for everyone to see. I'd agree with that, pretty much.

[S-uper_T-oast]

Gorgeous. It inspired me to type something even though I can only type with one hand due to an unfortunate puncture wound caused be a screwdriver. I'm also going to have a phillips head shaped scar on my hand, awesome right?

Now to something I hope to enjoy:

Grandpa
I remember very little
of those few years of glimpses
ghosts, shards of memories
from a time before my eyes saw
what they could see
I remember a day, a long time ago
Not a thing about it really
I mean, I don't really remember it
It happened
I think it did
Calm, this feeling of calm means it happened
it must have happened
you must have been there
I can't remember you though
I was only six when you died
But, it's one of those things you don't understand yet
you weren't alive yet to me then
now you were alive, but not to me
Everything I've every heard of you
each story that's trickled it's way through generations
Retold each time with such careful consideration
for the person held within
I wonder if you ever hated anyone?
Who hurt you the most?
What where your weaknesses, your strengths
your passions
your life
what was your life
that turned into this calm memory in me
A smile, a unique smile
that trickles in between every word
of every story no matter how real it is
you were alive
just as I am now
Just as you are now
in a cliched way
That smile, that calm calm smile that trickles in, trickles on
Every day, smiling on.

[PlanetX]

That's wonderful, Toast. It speaks to the nature of kindness in people that leaves an indelible mark on our hearts and minds, much like that scar on your hand will always remind you of the moment it happened. Life is made up of the moments we have that, in turn, make up our memories and mirrors, and kindness softens both if we will let it. Forgiveness is our shield to the harshness and bitterness of life, it is as much for us as it is for them. It is also the passage to that soft feeling, "That smile, that calm calm smile that trickles in" that alights on us and is absorbed by our need for love.

Thank you Toast, and all who share with us, in this forum, pieces of your life, painting, with words, an impressionistic whisper- the unique voice of your heart.

[S-uper_T-oast]

Cheers!

[Jedi Gemstone]

Hey guys, glad to see your well =)
Not really written much, but good to see your alive on our litte island. Will post when I get around to writing something *Hugs*

[izchan]

:: Morning Grumble
Its could have been more
But I could not care less
The cafe had no coffee
Life stopped having meaning
What can you ask from a man
who have no steam to move on
its bloody coffee dammit.
Is it too much to ask?

I know ... I know ...
Its pushing it ...

[S-uper_T-oast]

nobody knows when we
come around again
nobody, nobody, nobody
seems to mind
as we just
sway in time
nobody knows
how to see
the was that we could be
nobody
but me
it seems
some times
to break the rhymes
just try
try to be
somebody to me
and see
the way I see
for tonight
just the night
everything
will be alright
don't lose sight
be a life
nobody
seems to mind
when we slip in time
watch it fade
to grey
nobody
seems to mind
losing yourself to find
a lost lie or sign
that for every single time
hold onto whats inside
what is this shaking
lack of nerve awakening
or destitution
simple failure
to self prostitution
nobody knows
who they are
do we really die in this car?
Shards around, and splinters far
one last chance
let go and see
a new side of me

[izchan]

Its like this.
I am awed.
I am.

[S-uper_T-oast]

glassy phase to frozen face
transfixed glance of melted haste
poisoned smile
evil evil while
costly chance of self
de-de-de-de-de-nial
and again you smile
cause all this while
it wasted while
was wasted
was wasted while
the checkout aisle
advanced in partitions around
and yours, was the only one not going down
just smile, all the while!
at the end of every aisle
is another smile
for a while
just self deeeeeeeenial
ha don't you see?
everything, between me
(I always pick the fastest lane)