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WHY DO I WRITE POETRY - UPDATED

Why do I write poetry?
I am sure some people here wonder just why I do! 
For my poems were once described as ‘simple’
And to others they are a pile of old pooh

I have learned so much since I started writing
Now I am flying as free as a bird
Despite the ups and downs in my recent life
My poetic ‘voice’ will still be heard

I started writing just two years ago
Now I realise it was a form of stress relief
Since joining soup I’m like a kid in a candy store
A ‘pick n mix’ of poetry  - I want to learn more and more
I’ve discovered so many new styles, which one do I chose 
Limericks, haiku, rhyme, sonnets 
Fabulous fun footles
Alliteration, Abecedarian
Nonets, cinquain, couplets, to name just a few
I can’t believe there are so many forms me to dip into

Many poems have been written to express my emotions
Some works are happy and some are extremely sad
I have a vivid imagination so fiction writes flow from my pen
I might throw a twist in the ending every now and then
Lots are factual poems of things that have really happened to me
An example of this is my run in with that pudding made of sticky toffee!
I endeavour to try and entertain and amuse
But some writes are penned with anger and frustration …
When I’m about to blow a fuse!

I relish the challenges set by the sponsors
I’m more confident and spreading my wings
I love the site of which I am a member
To students at school the site’s praises I loudly sing

But I don’t like the current undercurrent of bad feeling
Now its no names on the poems you’ll see
I’ve never liked names on the contests
But others will strongly disagree
Let sponsors judge the way they feel
We ALL get high or low placements, but let's not make a big deal
The most important thing is that my poems get read
(But of course I like winning, I’m such a bighead) (joke)

Some say my poems are simple
Others may think they are a load of poop
But let me SHOUT this loud and clear
I won’t be leaving poetry soup!

Contest: Why do you write poetry
Sponsor: Jerry Curtis
12~21~15

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MEMOIRS OF BEING A CHILD AT HOME

Submitted for contest:  A Child's Home
 adventure, candy, childhood, city, fear, first love, freedom,
Memoirs Of Being A Child At Home





Memoirs Of Being A Child At Home


I was brought home to a red brick apartment 
I remember traffic sounds with a lot of honking
And my first smell of morning coffee brewing 
Surprising me that others lived in my house too
Going to a city pre-kindergarten was an adventure
Learning to sing three blind mice and all the fun painting
I would love to go back to that all over again.
We walked on sidewalks round the block
And huge city parades brought great masses of watchers
There was a mid-city park where the yearly carnival set down
And the smell of French fries  candy floss and dust is a memory

My best recollection is when I lived in the country
The first time walking in the woods where I picked wild flowers
And feeling free with no fear of fast cars running me over
Going to school on a green military buss until High School
Going swimming in the river we could walk to through back wood-paths
And swimming in a sucker-hole where mighty rapids swirled which was out-of-bounds
Trying not to fall in when climbing over huge boulders was a great thrill at age 10

I can see myself standing on the hill overlooking tiny floating islands 
And behind there were mountains green with many tall pines; far as you could see
Those trees were a sharp contrast when set against the snow of wintertime
But no matter what the season change brought on; Autumn was its showcase
I remember tobogganing behind our house where below was a deep meadow 
And the day when I took my first date tobogganing; my first year in senior high 
Unknowing that since last on the hill; there were basements dug and waited hidden
That I remember because I sprained my ankle falling in and landing on my date
I remember blueberry picking and fitting through a wire fence to pick bigger berries  
They were fat and juicy and in abundance due to the fact they were out of reach
Oh to be that small again and to feel free as a bird and a part of the countryside
I remember the fall I said goodbye sitting down under a great pine we swung to
It provided great shade for many summers sits after enjoying our river swims 
Mixed feelings were about me; sad to leave as memories flooded along with my tears
And they fell into the flowing river below causing little plops to form many rings
But my feelings to leaving was more anxiety felt; to think of living on my own 
And I alone was returning to the big city life 'a home away from home’.

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Opposites in Love collabaration

The crashing waves hit the bow, as we cut through waters deep.
Clasped in irons that cut the skin; forged in the fires that never sleep.

The desert was dry, the sun beat down, I am free as a bird
The breeze tickled through the oasis, near the camel herd

Now my love is fading, like the burnt embers of those flames.
I am now branded a thief and prisoner, amongst some other names.

The hate I felt for the whore that tried to give his love to me.
Was so strong I felt I could kill him, my love he will never see.

I stole for her a flower, a simple heart felt gift.
The perfume now a memory, on this prison galleon adrift.

I am traveling to my wedding, across the desert so hot and dry.
Perfumed flower petals along the way, by slaves are scattered awry.

Seven years the price for my gift of love it did gain.
Hard labour I endure, to avoid the leather cat pain.

My arms are full of bracelets, and pearls hang round my neck.
I never think of him, now shackled on that deck.

Her kisses sublime, a memory fading, the perfume of her skin and hair
The price is high but I will pay, I took her from him to be fair.

To think I could have kissed. him makes my skin fairly crawl.
But the plan worked well, for my new rich lover, it managed to enthrall.

Slaves to love, there is no choice, when our hearts lead us astray.
I stand here windswept and tear stained, with seven years to pay.

How dry my eyes now he has gone, freedom is beckoning me.
So easy it was to frame him, now he has seven years before he is free.

I stand in the wind, rope in hand, waves crashing all around.
My ankles are bleeding with the chains, and the cat makes a whistling sound.

I lay on cushions with rings on my fingers the slaves are fanning me.
My wrists are bathed in rose oil, and kissed perpetually.

My love is strong, my heart is given, and I know I will endure.
My love will wait for me, my beauty, my life, my own sweet amour.

Thank goodness I kept my heart for me, and for me alone.
This thing called love is foolish, my heart it has never known.

In collaboration with Declan Fitzgerald who started the story off which made it easy to alternate my side of the story as a femme fatale between his couplets.

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Walking across the bridge of life I stopped to peer over the edge

Walking across the bridge of life,
I stopped and peered over the fence.
Below was what life didn’t offer,
It was black and so immense.

Oblivion could answer the problems I face, 
All the troubles of life today, 
Oblivion could remove every mountainous issue,
Packed up, then sent away.

All it would take would be a climb and a jump,
A few small steps then a slip,
Then I’d be free, free as a bird,
Free from this life membership.

But then I recalled the people I knew,
They stood by me when I was depressed. 
They shared their memories of happy and fun,
Even though they too were distressed.

Do they really need me? What would each of them think?
How would each of them feel?
My questions got deep, my answers- profound,
My thoughts were a mental surreal.

So I looked away from the fence, to the road of life,
Those potholes that I had devised,
I would jump them with glee, with a smile and a song,
I’d simply just compromised.

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That Northern Wall in Chicago:
With high hopes and unhindered confidence, in early 1974 I was sailing free as a bird. I felt prepared for any and everything that would attempt my defeat.
Never doubting that I was the one; but it all changed when they said, “No!”

That Southern Wall in Mississippi:
Starting over in the Fall of 1974, I took me and mine, and moved several hundred miles away. Thinking I was a trail blazer, a pioneer; I planted my feet and planned to stay. The dreams I had and the visions I saw, fell far short. In the Fall of 1978, I said to my family, “It's time to go!”

That Western Wall in San Francisco:
I had already looked East and decided against the Big Apple.
‘On the road again’ became the story of my life before I ever heard the song.
Hitting the road a second time, across country I went. In 1978, I resettled 2000 miles away.

My expectations were lowered just a bit, but still I saw doorways to success.
However, it seemed that my chosen career continued to find me running in the rear. At first I was accepted and had broad appeal; hearts to me opened wide. After a few years with them, in 1982 a great opportunity for a promotion came knocking; but when I entered the door, they too said, “No”.

That Second Western Wall in San Francisco:
This time I did not cross the country nor even States, but just across town.
In the Winter 0f 1984, I thought that finally I had found a place of security with a bright future. However, two years in, and I was out, when they said to me, “It’s time for you to go”. Nevertheless, I have neither complaints nor regrets at all about any of my four walls.

Those walls helped to straighten me out when I was wrong.
While I was still young, those walls made me strong.
Sometimes, when feeling weak, worn, and small,
I think about those " 4Walls", and feel real tall
02192016 (PS Contest, "4 Walls" by C.T.)

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Sadness overcome

Tell me why the tears are flowing/
Sadness overcome.
I kissed him every night before bed/ I must always be the one.
 It is rarely returned, his lips I have not touched/ It is never reciprocated. It's far to much!
Each morning before he goes to work , I must be the one to go to him. For him to come and kiss me/the chances are so slim.
Does he not understand the pain that that causes/ is this because of my flaws?
So often I sit and I Ponder/ this causes my mind to wander.
Does he have affection for another/ is this something I must uncover?
There was a time when you were happy , we were partners he and I. 
Now all I do almost everyday , is sit alone and cry.
I suffer from many ailments I think he doesn't see/ I strongly believe he misses the old me.
My diseases enable me to do many things/ he thinks I'm losing my mind ,  I wish I had wings.
To be able to fly away , free as a bird/ and there would be nothing but silence/not even a word.
Sadness has overcome me , I am totally lost/ I want these feelings to stop - to stop at any cost.
~mp (c)

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Around The Corner

I stand with my back pressed to the wall
Arms out preventing that fall
Whilst pale fingers spider towards the corner
As inner thoughts crash tackle my hold on the brittle mortar
Winds rush by to coax me closer
To a world that is loved, yet I’m only lonelier
Confined to that ledge, is it safe to say - What’s around the corner?
Head spinning I lean against my pharma fug
Knowing salvation is around the corner?
I press on through inky blackness, never looking back
Palms smearing a sweating drunkenness
Where fingers slide to a free-wheeling halt 
The wind betraying the corner is here

She whispers “come fly with me”…

My moment of truth, blurred by tears
As I melancholy through the air
Free as a bird 
That never had wings
It was always there
Just around that corner
Freedom


13 Oct. 2014

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THE DAY AFTER

Happy day after, our Cupid’s little arrow was thrust
To those with a new true love may it forever last
To those whom our little cupid cruelly passed bye
.Do not fret all you need is one big chocolate and candy blast
What is so great about a heart so fluttering you think you will die
Go out and treat yourself to all that is splendid in life
One never ever knows what's just around the bend
Who needs wanting to cut your heart out with a knife
Cupid at times can you to the madhouse send
So keep singing and dancing, and paint the town red
Be free as a bird and fly upwards alone yet fully content
And don’t worry if it is just for sex that you jumped into bed
Love brings huge grocery bills, noisy kids, landlords wanting rent
Who needs love, and those bloody moonbeams in your head
Who needs candlelight, when you're tired and your energy spent
Cupid’s arrow can at times hurt and even rip your soul apart 
Yes so much better to give this love stuff a mighty good pass
Or you will find that suddenly you no longer own your heart .

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The Ballad of Intimate Darkness

Through light of day and darkness of my heartbeat
My love for you, you shall see
Twelve Angel's smiles beyond this artists' cold feet
Whose legs once belonged to me
The sun and moon can marry not another
More perfect than you to me
And the evening can not break the time we share
My love for you, you shall see
A soft man you gave kisses to walked half the Earth
With legs that belonged to me
Whose only pure thought was that of a dove
To love and set you free

Now this is the time that your eyes may have read
My love for you, you shall see
If I am the shadow that can not move on
With legs that belong to me
The ink I have written will become the blood
And sin will haunt over me
Because of my veins, myself I have opened
My love for you , you shall see

The eyes of men, with envy and magic
Tempted your true love from me
And not to be jealous I smile as the victim
My love for you, you shall see
With feet that the demons or Angel's may swear
Are legs that belong to me

Yet her necklace massages her as if I
Were holding her closer to me
My body more dust than can be
Often my reflection she sees in the mirror
My love for her, she will see
And memories may move her hand to caress
Legs that once belonged to me

For the moon and the sun will eclipse out of love
As the legs that once belonged to me
Through heaven and hell I shall still feel her moisture
On the legs that once belonged to me
From the turning of wind on the teardrops of kin
And the burning with-in of my shadows and sin
Away, free as a bird she shall be
My fond love for her, she shall see

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Free as a Bird

My Father in Heaven

Old Brown Dog

My Red Bike and Me

Even this shall pass

MEMOIRS OF BEING A CHILD AT HOME

The Dead Man Whom I Kissed

Another New Year

Ancient wisdom

Opposites in Love collabaration

When Love Disappoints

Nature Self

TRAPPED

Walking across the bridge of life I stopped to peer over the edge

Free As A Bird

Astral Travel

Alone

Great Walls In Life

Sadness overcome

Around The Corner

THE DAY AFTER

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