MiddleFingerMom
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Thu Jan-14-10 12:57 AM
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The only poem I remember in its entirety |
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. It's been a long time since I've written anything, and all the poetry that I've written has fallen by the wayside over the years, but I still remember the very first poem that I got published (I got a little more serious in my writing after this, but I/we've always liked it). Sorry if formatting necessities are distracting. . . ................................For Me Too . I've got two personalities............I'm just a little schiz. . The problem is .............................................that my two me's consist .............................................of four .............................................half-wits. . ...............................................................MiddleFingerMom, et. al.
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CaliforniaPeggy
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Thu Jan-14-10 01:02 AM
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1. My dear MiddleFingerMom... |
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Now, this is very nice...
Quite sardonic and introspective, methinks.
You need to be writing again.
You have what it takes, my man.
You do.
Do you hear me?
:hug:
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MiddleFingerMom
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Thu Jan-14-10 02:54 AM
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. I'm feeling the urge again. It took two full years from the time that I decided that I WANTED to quit smoking to the day when I quit cold turkey. That was about 12 years ago now. . Point being that sometimes I'm a little sluggish in getting started on what I really want to do. . And I really want to start writing again. . It'll come. .
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Thu Jan-14-10 01:18 AM
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A tulip,young and it slip Tall grass and short mean men Please stop that clip We will be so rich and happy by then.
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Thu Jan-14-10 03:04 AM
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Edited on Thu Jan-14-10 03:05 AM by smalll
By memory (from a couple months back) ---
Why were you born so beautiful - What was God trying to do When he made us a girl In this dreary old world As hopelessly pretty as you?
Why, when this spring turned to summer Why did you wake up my heart It feels joy, it feels pain It feels lonely again Why did you make it all start?
I ride up to the (bar) on a Sunday - Friends chat, but I just don't care As the clouds roll in And the autumn begins All I know is that you won't be there.
As I pay, there's your face on the mantle So I bow down my head to your shrine And whisper a prayer To the angel that's there To ask that someday she'll be mine.
If there's love on this earth, there is hope - Be my girl, be my world, then my wife: I'd stand by your side And sleep in your arms And love you the rest of my life.
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Thu Jan-14-10 08:08 AM
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5. LOL, I'm only two half-wits myself, if not less |
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Here's my well-remembered but still-indecipherable abstract poem from my college days:
Terse, succinct, the sand grain frets, The hosts so lazily encircling round. And moving, finding it regrets The wholesome, bulking, breeding ground.
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