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Post by 4C-696E on Sept 18, 2006 14:35:25 GMT -5
I do have a few poems I want to share here, so I've started this thread to do so. This first one is short and was written on the spur of the moment. Here's the story behind it. Me and my mom were in a store looking for a calculator. I told her it would be in school supplies, she thought it would be in electronics. We looked in Electronics and it was not there. When we asked an employee where they were, he took us right to school supplies. I'm glad my mom has a sense of humor because without even thinking, I blurted out the following: I was right, but you said 'no', so now I say "I told you so." I could have gotten into so much trouble for that if I said that to my dad. This second poem is my first really good one. I wrote it after looking at the dog star each night as I let my dog in and out, and I felt inspired. Starlight Up in the dark sky at night, There is always a little light. Though the light is very small, It is better than no light at all. The moon reflects the sun's great light, Making our dark pathways bright. When our lives are going wrong, It is like the moon is gone. Wandering in darkness, all alone, Trying to find your way back home, Look into the sky at night. The stars are giving all their light. It is always dark before the dawn, You simply need to continue on. When life gives things you cannot cope, Try to find a ray of hope.So on the nights when the moon is gone, Just remember this little song. Though the light is very small, It is better than no light at all. **This poem is published with a copywrite under my name. The stanza in italics is one that I left out when it was published (they had a limit on the number of lines and it doesn't seem to flow like the rest of the poem anyway.) I'll post a couple of other poems I wrote when I'm at home. I don't have them before me, and I don't have the others memorized like these two.
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Post by Man in Black on Sept 18, 2006 20:19:58 GMT -5
Great job! I love this beginning Up in the dark sky at night, There is always a little light. Though the light is very small, It is better than no light at all.Thanks for explaining the poems, I love it when poets do that. And you memorized it too? That's also impressive... I'm looking forward to the rest.
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Post by 4C-696E on Sept 18, 2006 21:30:08 GMT -5
That Starlight poem is my pet of them all, you could say. There are not many of mine that I do have comitted to memory. This one, I wrote in 5 or 6 grade.
See the birds up in the sky. Boy, I wish that I could fly. See the clouds way up high. Gee, I wish that I could fly. See pollution rise up high. I'm sure glad I cannot fly.
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Post by 4C-696E on Sept 18, 2006 21:41:44 GMT -5
This one was written in a half an hour while I was driving one evening. I saw a rainbow in the east over the mountains and the words came to me. As soon as I got where I was going, I grabbed paper and pencil and wrote it down. It was improved on in the next hour. This poem is another one that was published in a book through Poetry.com
Rainbows of my Youth
When I was young, still growing up, The rainbows were so bright. I’d go outside each time it rained, To see the colored light.
Always in the east, I’d see The lovely colors there. But now that I have grown, It seems the rainbows are so rare.
Where’s the rainbows of my youth? Why have they gone away? I wish that I could see them still On a warm and rainy day.
Even now, when there’s a storm, I look for colored light. But only in my memory now The rainbows are still bright.
I felt I’d ne’er again behold Another rainbow’s light I saw one in the west one morn, And felt such great delight.
So where’s the rainbows of my youth? They’ve not all gone away. I still look for their colored light On a warm and rainy day.
These last two stanzas were added September 2, 2003 when I got off work one morning and saw a rainbow in the west. I never had seen one in the morning or in the west before. It was beautiful and it gave me hope that rainbows are not yet gone.
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Post by Man in Black on Sept 18, 2006 22:31:45 GMT -5
I love every bit of Rainbows of my Youth... it is well written and even though it rhymes, it doesn't sound silly... I think that making a poem rhyme without making it silly takes a real talent. I'm trying to imagine the scenery there in Utah as I read this... I bet it's beautiful there.
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Post by 4C-696E on Sept 18, 2006 22:53:10 GMT -5
It is. I live in a valley that is surrounded by mountains. The east mountains are large, Mount Timpanogos (pronounced Timp - a - know - gus) is one of my favorites to look at, though there is another mountain with a formation of trees that look like a huge house cat. To the north, there are mountains that nearly cut off my valley from Salt Lake Valley. The part of the freeway that goes into Salt Lake Valley from Utah County where I live is called "the point of the mountain" and to the south, there is another 'point' that the freeway goes around. To the west, there's Utah Lake (really stinks like a filthy fish bowl when the wind stirs it up) and just past the lake is 'Lake Mountain' and 'West Mountain'. The town I grew up in was boring when I was young, and the yearly summer entertainment was watching the fire on West Mountain. And I mean yearly. Without fail. It's usually a different place on the mountain each year, but it's tradition for the grasses to burn. That town I grew up in is still dull, though there's more to do there now.
Spring through most of the summer, the mountains are lovely green, and if the summer is hot enough, they turn yellow when the grasses die. Saturday I was suprised to see the higher peaks of the eastern mountains covered with snow. I'll have to find Utah pictures (or upload pics I'd taken of the area) and post them for you. Especially Timp with snow, if I can find one. I love it here, though it's dry. But, what can I expect from living in a desert? It's not so desert-looking as southern Nevada, at least.
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Post by 4C-696E on Sept 19, 2006 22:38:20 GMT -5
Perhaps sometime, I'll have to turn that last post into a poem. Meanwhile, back to the poems.
This one is very special to me. I have never shared it with anybody outside my family, but I want to share it. Just don't want it to be published like those other two. This was written on Memorial day of 2002 about my Grandma, who died in winter of 2000. I had gone around to the cemetaries where my ancesters were burried, and was taking a break from the 'tour' at my in-laws place. I found I was missing Grandma, and wrote this tearfully as I remembered her.
To Grandma Norma
You’ve been gone, it seems to long. I miss you, Grandma dear. And yet, I still do sometimes feel, Your spirit is so near.
My memories come of lots of fun, When visiting your home. You’d always swear, but did I care? You loved me, that was known.
There was a cake you’d always bake, When I’d come by and chat. And who’d forget your crazy pet? I used to fear that cat.
Your life has passed, it seems to fast. I know you had to go. And now, you’re home and I have grown, And still, I love you so.
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Post by Man in Black on Sept 20, 2006 0:30:16 GMT -5
That's sweet. I miss my Granny too, I think they can all make unforgettable cakes
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Post by 4C-696E on Sept 20, 2006 13:14:15 GMT -5
I later learned that the cake has 2 or 3 different alcoholic beverages in it. Good thing the alcohol burns off as it bakes, or instead of , we all would have been more like It was also made with a cake mix that my Dad could only find in New Mexico as he drove around the country in his semi truck. He always picked up an armful of that Orange Supreme mix whenever he could.
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Post by Man in Black on Sept 20, 2006 20:46:24 GMT -5
My Granny's cake was a triple layer yellow cake with real fudge as the icing... I really wish that I had learned how to make it as well as I learned how to eat it...
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Post by 4C-696E on Sept 20, 2006 21:54:50 GMT -5
That sounds sooo good. My other grandma would make fruit leather (home made fruit roll-ups). We would always take them on long trips with us, like to Arizona to the family reunions. They lived in St. George so it wasn't too far from their place. That grandma died in the 80's. Her husband is my only living grandparent I have left, and next March, he turns 90! He has no idea why God has let him live so long. But I'm glad he has.
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Post by 4C-696E on Sept 21, 2006 20:29:05 GMT -5
I do have one more of my 'good' poems. This one, I had a lot of idle time at work last December, and was on Poetry.com checking out the different contests. When it was my break time, I looked out the break room windows and saw it snow. So of course, inspiration came and the following popped out.
The Snowstorm
Winter clouds come dark and grey, And begin to drop their loads. Rain, at first, then maybe hail, Then finally, the snows.
Smaller flakes that quickly fall, Quite soon, they are replaced By bigger flakes that gently float Without a sign of haste.
Wind begins to blow them, And like angry bees they swarm. The snow piles on the world, The cold results of the first storm.
And when the storm has ended, And the flurries, they do cease, The moon shines on the fresh white snow, And helps me feel at peace.
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Post by Man in Black on Sept 21, 2006 22:12:13 GMT -5
Very cool last stanza I love snow, we don't get very much here, even though we are in the mountains.
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Post by 4C-696E on Sept 22, 2006 9:58:14 GMT -5
We used to get it bad in Utah, in the valleys. One year, I missed a day of school because the gas gelled up in the bus. That year, we had about 2-3 feet of snow at my house. Now, we sometimes don't get snow in the valley until Christmas or later. Not any snow that sticks around anyway. The mountains get pounded though. Payson Canyon, not far from where I live right now, has a gate that the forest service closes in the winter because it's dangerous up that canyon when you can't see the road through the snow.
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Post by 4C-696E on Oct 5, 2006 20:36:04 GMT -5
Here's one more thing that would fall under poetry. When I wrote this, it was 2000, before I got married. As you can probably tell while you read this, I was fustrated. I had been diagnosed with hypoglycemia as well as depression and anxiety. I had been put on Paxil, which had led me to suicidal thoughts. I was literally saved by my engagement ring. It gave me something to live for. One way that I was able to keep myself together was to get on-line and chat with some friends I'd made back then. That said, I think I will let this tell the rest of the story: Do you have any idea how much it hurts? When I take out the trash, and I fill up the garbage can and you say it isn't enough? When I do the dishes, fill the drainboard each night and you talk of what I haven't had time to clean? When I want to show you the things I like, and you say "Later"? Later never comes. And you take away my means to cope with life.
Do you know what it's like? When there's announcements to mail, and an apartment to get and also needing to clean up after us? When the Paxil is low, and the nutrients are too and I try to get well AND please you? When I clear all my things up out of the front room, and it isn't enough.
I try to be a good sister. I try to be a friend. I try to do what's expected, But it's not enough in the end.
Do you know what it's like to have co-workers ignore you, to have family ignore you, to have all good friends ignore you?
Do you know what it's like for a co-worker to suddenly ask to have fun with you, then say I'm not fast enough not good enough at my job, and, by the way, can the party be at your place?
Do you know what it's like to have two sisters that don't care about who I am or what I'm doing on-line, but expect me to read everything they do? To have a brother who says he'll help, and yet, never does?
To have given half a year notice and not know if I have the time off for my own honeymoon? To not be able to check my e-mail for any RSVP's for the ceremony and meal? To feel like the only ones in the world who cares are your fiancee and future mother-in-law?
Alone at work Alone at home A family that doesn't care A nephew who doesn't like me. A father who's never there.
Since then, my two boys and my husband have brought great joy into my life. I still feel depressed at times, but not as bad as it used to be. My dad is still not there for me, but oh, well. My nephew absolutely loves me now. 6 years can really change a lot. ;D
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