Thank you - all except the last bit (about the phone call) is a statement of fact. She was not my aunt, but I always called her Aunty Lesley (her real name was Giselle,) and she had known me since I was born. She was a German Jewish lady whose entire family were exterminated at Dachau, and she was simply the most wonderful person I have met. I wrote it for the school magazine - but I didn't tell anyone it was based on a real person. I was scared people might make fun of me - I'm a coward about things like that.
[QUOTE Lady Luna :"I moved to Huntsville, Alabama, got divorced, and learned that you couldnt find a decent job in the Tyrone area, either. I asked you to move down and stay with me since I knew youd be able to find a job in Huntsville, but you wouldnt do it. I always regretted that and wonder how both of our lives would have turned out had you moved to Huntsville. You eventually moved to Atlanta to obtain employment, and I moved to southern Tennessee. Through the years we kept in touch, and I was excited when you came for a visit one Christmas. I remember picking you up at the bus depot in Huntsville following an ice storm, and that when we returned to my house we only had power for an hour or two. The power was out for five days, and I remember how proud we were for the first two days, cooking meals over my wood-burning fireplace and bragging that we were just like the pioneers, while listening to my adolescent son whine every few minutes, Im BORED! But after two days of burnt food and pioneer living, we decided to go and stay in Huntsville with friends who had power. The power stayed off in my holler until after I dropped you off at the bus station for your return trip to Atlanta. What a memorable visit!" Quote ] Thats heartbreaking and it sounds like the theme in "Forest Gump". I am sorry about your loss. Its so tragic and deeply personal.Thank you for posting it for us.
Several years ago I was on a crystal skull email list at yahhoogroups. They had a contest for people to write stories, experiences, and poems about skulls. My contribution was this limerick: There once was a skull from Calcutta Who was sad because he missed his mutta. He went to her grave but he didn’t behave So she yelled at him and kicked his butta. I won a small crystal skull for it.
Our money spent and none to find we are broke most all the time. Cash that fell like leaves from trees. Now blows a blustery economic Breeze. The season changed and Our government too. Our capital sent with national dissent . And spent on foreign aggrandizement. Leaves us pained and worse for wear. The jobs we find not anywhere. They say we are at fault for this. Cause payments too our lenders we missed. So now they must act in haste and not a Moments tax dollar to waste. Thus to the economy they stimulate. The banker now has been repaid and keeps the cash that we once saved. Lending none for promises sake. And punishing us yet another day. The cost of tomorrow grows. And skittish Is the to an fro. The bureaucrat has made The claim that soon he will win the game. So stay and play and he will pay. It does not matter what team, you see. They both give so generously.
A Sonnet for you: Political forum is now a place, to write some poetry of depth and grace. To find some common ground away from fights, and politics opposed like day and night. This could be good to let the people know, that listening to things can help us grow, and understand that even with our views opposing, we can still together muse. We can discuss our own opinions dear, while not inducing in opponents fear, Of baiting, flame or personal attack, or ever feeling need to fling mud back. The mods are here to keep this decorum: Stick to the rules, or get off the forum!
Good one - yeh Cenydd send us your poor battle fatigued political thread bearers. We will listen to their angst. Induct them into our ranks. And constantly give out thanks. This place is for them. They post here on an again. Their writings an musings or the poetry, songs and words of their choosing.
Nice, B.Larset. You and cenydd just inspired me to write another poem/song: Sung to the tune of Home, Home on the Range Oh give us a home Where progressives dont roam Where patriots and tea partiers play. Where never is heard A discouraging word Because thats all the liberals can say.
Do it in poem form and don't use a tune..just let the words in each verse that come to you make the tempo for you.. Next line abandoning the original song melody. using the same Idea about what you know and can write about. Unless their trolling the threads yet another day. (Because that‘s all the liberals can say. - Rhymes with day) Anyway your idea is original and unique to you. Go for it! I would.Your very good.
No. I'll do it my way...(sung to the tune by Frank Sinatra). I've also written political poems without tunes but they are gone because the forum where I did that is long one. I'm sure I can come up with some others, though.
This one's for you Chuz..author unknown.. In the dark womb where I began My mother's life made me a man. Through all the months of human birth Her beauty fed my common earth. I cannot breath, nor see, nor stir But through the death of some of her.
Started the POETRY thread he contacted me and I started a thread he started a thread and now they have combined them and we wanted to include members writings. Thanks Bitterweed. Honestly everyone has been great in this thread. Especially Luna this is her thread she makes it personal, with her kindness and the care she shows everyone that posts.
Ok lol! Go ahead I'll enjoy it, doesn't matter how you do it. Just that you MUST do it. I look forward to seeing what you share.
That's more my speed and not just because of the subject matter. (I am a simple person) That's a good example of the cadence and word flow (pattern) that I most associate with poetry. To me, just about anyone could write something like. A life in the darkness but what is light to me? sounds are without meaning dulled by the walls of another being the pounding rythm thump thump thump fills my time as if it's always been and always will be like this. Some may call that poetry,.... personally, I don't. But I also don't want to rain on anyone elses style. I hope we can all agree that it's like any other form of art.... and that there's a lot of subjectivity.
I agree. If there is no rhyme then I see it more as prose than poetry. I agree with all of this, too. One person's poetry can be another person's prose, and vice versa. I prefer rhyme, and when there is also rhythm, so much the better.
I wrote this at another forum in response to a hypocrite who constantly proclaimed his Christian faith while acting just the opposite. Some Christians often love to whine That they’re not respected all the time. But respect is a two-way street you see, Which I won’t give when not offered to me. To insist one way is the only one Isn’t the way of a Holy One. “Worship this way or go to hell” Isn’t love as far as I can tell. Take the worst traits one can see in a man: Wrathful, jealous, vengeful, vain, You can roll them up into your deity, But that’s not true of the God I see. For a parent loves a child no matter what Can a loving God do less than that? To believe God would banish a child to hell Shows you don’t know the loving God very well. So thump your Bibles and cry aloud That you’re not respected by the crowd But respect is a two-way street, you see, I’ll give it to you when you give it to me.
A perfect example of how a poem can sometimes make a point in a more significant way than say "dictionary definitions" can. (had to laugh at myself here) Seriously,... I'll use whatever it takes to make a point. Poetry included. And it looks like you do the same, Luna. Good job.
PoliticoForum.com A political forum for those who dare A place to share our thoughts and cares Precious hours pass by... No time is spared A price we all pay for burdens we bear. -Chuz Should I add more to it? EDIT; I just read CENYDD's sonet,... looks like you had the idea before me!
Alone by Maya Angelou Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing And I don't believe I'm wrong That nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. There are some millionaires With money they can't use Their wives run round like banshees Their children sing the blues They've got expensive doctors To cure their hearts of stone. But nobody No, nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. Now if you listen closely I'll tell you what I know Storm clouds are gathering The wind is gonna blow The race of man is suffering And I can hear the moan, 'Cause nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone.