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Past Poetry Posts.; View the past posts of beautiful poetry.
Topic Started: Oct 25 2006, 12:12 PM (57 Views)
ObscureAllure	Oct 25 2006, 12:12 PM Post #1
McOptimistic Posts: 577 Group: Admin Member #1 Joined: October 24, 2006	A thread to post poems and other short pieces of writing that have absolutely nothing to do with our favorite show.. Just a forum for the writers among us to share and the readers to read and (pls) comment. Beccal639GA - Member/McAddicts Posted: 10/11/06 17:50 I was Born in Sedona Everyone says otherwise. They drive me Past a hospital in downtown Hartford And say, up there, fourth floor. I say, No, in a small artist co-op overlooking Boynton Canyon Rock. No doctor, no drugs. Just us and a midwife who knew The Celestine Prophecy by heart. They show me a certificate that says, baby girl, 4:17 pm, Mt. Sinai Hospital And all the rest of the clichés I could have lived by. All that first night my mother was my cradle as I looked out at the acres of red Rock, absorbing the Arizona sun which Turned liquid red then dark orange into blue, cacti in the Distance slowly enveloped by a cloak of navy, laying quietly In the arms of a woman who hitchhiked cross country to give birth Because she was answering the call. All night they meditated and prayed My mother telling me names of Crystals that sounded as strong and fierce as the women Who wore them; Amazonite, Citrine, Adventurine. One began to paint my portrait in oils, a painting I have never Seen but love, the way you cannot see your Organs but you know that they are there. All around Pottery wheels hummed, feet kept the rhythm, and the air smelled of burning white sage. That morning she faced us both east toward a wall of windows, where the sun was Rising steadily behind miles of deep red rock, gently shaking me Until my eyes opened into the awakening landscape of a new day. You wonder why I am impossible To tame. And talk about things like spirit guides And insisted on driving to Sedona alone, from Phoenix To hike four miles in the rapidly cooling dusk to sit At a vortex site and meditate, holding a heart carved Of snowflake obsidian. Why I burn sage to clean the house And refuse to shower every day, No matter who complains. Look into my eyes! They were born gazing into the endless expanse of the Arizona desert, Red mountains full of vortices where concentrated eternal energy Can help you answer your own questions The rising sun changing the sky over those mountains, while that shock Was immortalized by an artist whose Name I never learned. I told you before. I was born in Sedona. Beccal639GA - Posted: 10/11/06 17:52 Fireworks behind a Palm Tree A sound like a giant's fist Knocking the side of the building Sets the dogs to barking, one outdoing the other the sound shakes the floor again leading me out the front door To a back hallway, where in the near Distance hundreds of bursting multicolored lights Illuminate a single palm tree, the green fronds Looking navy in the light until a sudden explosion Allows the eye to process green while the sparkling Shimmers of purples and reds and oranges hang In the air like jazz fingers wiggling. Explosions overlap and form An intricate arrangement as the men Place lights like flowers in The fixture of the sky. silver and gold rain down In starbursts and slowly fade as I turn my head to return to my night; a book, a notebook waiting; When the show resumes Dogs all over the neighborhood sing out In response to Each debut breaking the dark of the night With a one hit wonder Light. evoking a menagerie of sounds, The people cheering, the boom of noise Until I cannot see the fireworks at all And only the flash of light crackling up As the giant snaps digital pictures One foot straddling the port of Miami The other on the causeway He too is recording this moment. Beccal639GA - Posted: 10/11/06 17:53 How to take your husband to the doctor Start by talking to him about the last time he has had a physical. It will have been "not that long ago" which means he can't remember. Take note of his terrible memory regarding health care. It will come up again later. Spend a year casually bringing up the fact that it would be good for him to get a physical. When his "bad back" starts requiring long nightly massages, stop waiting for him to agree to go and make him the goddamn appointment! What the hell have you been waiting for anyway? This is what you will ask yourself. Make sure to make the appointment at least a week in advance, and try to schedule it so he can get out of work early. For the next week your task is to remind him of the date and time at least once a day. You will have to also mention that he will need to know where his insurance card is, since he will have never been to this doctor. He will assure you it is in the car. When you ask him to go make sure he knows exactly where it is, he tells you, later. This is his favorite word to use regarding his health. Sometime in the week you will discover when he last went to the doctor. It will have been three states ago, at the very least. You will not find this information out from him, however, so don't even bother trying. This is the kind of information you can only get from your mother- in- law. The day of the appointment, which is at 3:45, he will call you at two-thirty as he is leaving work to tell you that you better start looking for his insurance card. It's not in his car. You will be thoroughly annoyed by this point so you won't, but when he shows up at three the two of you will enjoy frantically rifling through drawers and thumbing through blockbuster cards and supermarket cards, not one of them his insurance card. The upside is that you will end up finding a credit card he lost over six months ago. Finally, you will grab your insurance card and hope it will be good enough. You turn to him and ask him if he has his license. He will have lost it since he walked in the door but assures you he just had it. As you are driving the thirty blocks up to mid-beach, your gaslight will come on. It is 3:20 at this point and you are only a few blocks away when you notice it, but your husband will insist that you drive straight to the doctor. You will find out why in a few minutes. Once the elevator reaches the correct floor, he will start complaining. He doesn't think the hallway looks nice enough and right outside the door of the office, he tells you loudly that if he doesn't like the doctor, he is leaving and you will have to find him another one. Once you get inside, you will immediately notice how small and blue the waiting room is. It dawns on you that you will be sitting in this very tiny, very blue room for an undisclosed amount of time and you have no book to read, not even your I pod. There is a little glass window in the room, and your husband walks up to it and knocks. It is 3:35. When a hand reaches up and starts to slide it open, he blurts out " I had a three-thirty appointment and I'm a little late." You look at him and softly say, "No honey, the appointment is 3:45 and we're a little early." He looks at you defeated and says "Oh," flopping down on a hard blue chair. "Is it your first visit?" she will ask you as she hands you a clipboard and pen at your nod. "I'll need your insurance card." You stand there smiling like an idiot as you hand her your card and tell her that he misplaced his. Then she will ask for his license. You will look at him expectantly, but he will look at the floor and shake his head no. "He didn't bring that either," you say. He then hands you this pathetic scrap that he insists is his social security card and you hand it to her. She looks at you confused and asks you why you handed her all this. You will notice that he passed you, which you passed on to her, three of his business cards and a Super cuts card. She is starting to feel bad for you at this point and she asks for any photo ID, which luckily, you have. Finally the glass window is closed again and it is your turn to flop down on a hard blue chair. The momentary quiet is broken by your husband, who thinks the glass window is a soundproof barrier and starts loudly talking about how old the magazines are. He picks up a Town & Country and gleefully exclaims, "January 2002!" He reminds you again that if he doesn't like the doctor, he's turning around and walking out. He gets up and knocks hard on the glass window to hand back the clipboard, then goes back to freaking out about the magazines. " AARP, March 2003!" After what seems like an entire afternoon but in reality is fifteen minutes, he is called in. Now you realize that you have nothing to do but stare at the cold blue walls. Each picture in the room is uglier than the next, has no glass in the frame, and is matted with hideous burlap and red cardboard layers. The most hideous one looks like a piece of a blanket from an old English lodge and depicts men on horses and dogs chasing some poor animal that is not in the picture. You stare at it for what feels like an entire evening but in reality it is just another fifteen minutes. You go through your cell phone, text everyone you know and have a twenty-minute conversation with your stepmother in the hallway. After what seems like your entire life but in reality is no more than an hour, he finally comes out. You are relieved, imagining it will be at least another year before you have to go through this again, but then, through the glass window, you hear the doctor call out, " See you Friday at nine-thirty." You stare at your husband in abject horror and all he has to say is, "Yeah, he couldn't do my blood work because I just ate, but he's going to do a full workup on Friday." "How lovely," you reply. "How much was the co pay?" you ask. "Oh, it was only fifteen, but I gave him a twenty." Yes, your husband just tipped the doctor. Congratulations. You just made it through taking your husband to the doctor for the first time. Beccal639GA - Posted: 10/11/06 17:55 Wild Child I snuck out, an audacious child cracking open windows, slipping out at night swearing and spitting, irrefutably wild traipsed your backyard, just tonight. Angry thing, confrontational, high or blind. A girl like that is fired by spite whatever she's trying to find. I smuggled my way into many hearts thugs, poets, unpolished jewels wore Goodwill or Gucci to play many parts switching cliques, blond hair then black, and schools. Relying on being wanted to keep that self defined. A girl like that wears tit shirts too tight Je ne sais quoi All she finds. I've ridden bareback, men and horses reins and crop in my left hand, sky in the right. Breaking the last wild impulses, guiding the courses. Temptation whispers in the night And our hips smack, and slap, and grind. A woman like that is a phoenix, alight And will learn from whatever she finds. Beccal639GA - Posted: 10/11/06 17:57 The Swimmer hair of endless icicles every black six pm all energy, wild brought out by not shaving Clear sense of purpose . Like a larimar cave. She's swimming toward something. A song heard by the brave For three months the winds pick up like the tempo of meets that measure that matter. (that's sarcastic, the latter) So much work just to see who we'll beat. For the mind all that matters. It can free us or sadder It can chain us with fear to defeat . For State finals we'll shave to get rid of each hair that could slip or drag out of your cap. Your head now prepared shave as much of your hair as you can; you won't care when your soul is as light as the morning. II. Get up on the block. And arrange all your fingers Your thumbs tense are ready to spring. Like a sea-tumbled rock In a coral slingshot. only waits for a horn to let go. Something that matters To be won or lost. As if those things still matter We have all seen blood splatter And the pattern of Louis Vuitton. Ten tense heels shake the blocks. Sigh or stare at the clock. While the girl in lane five choked and quit. Our swimmer, lane six. Is young, new at this. And sometimes won't try Thinks it's hard. Lane six, exhibition Dive around the word 'slow' For it means you're expected dead last. But it's you that is there Not a shadow shaved bare. So she rises, and steps cross one block. Amidst confusion - don't drown Let them pull themselves down Let them claim their own frowns Not your job. R The girl who moved aside Quit lane five- 'making time' From lane one they say 'barely competing'. See to one it's a shame And for one it's a game. We'll take any chances we can. Fear takes all it gets oozing sores of regret, self-destruction keeps picking that scab. Grey-brown fog some live in clouds of doubt, rolling sin it's too easy to run the wrong way. Always back to our swimmer. Still gripping five's block. With her toes lightly tapping the top. Fear slides in, hissing 'slip' And nods once to his girl to make her short walk to the shower. (oh but lies never take, the mind knows a mistake and won't settle free with false answers.) Fear can hold down or drown what we need most around, that mind that knows we are whole. Fear offers just blame In a million frames You can throw at another, like this. Watch it boomerang back Watch the shatter and crack With your energy It could be thriving. But this girl is ready to swim. Fingers gripping the block eyes flick back from the clock to a conquerable stretch of blue Every cannon is loaded the place to explode is the second your ref blows the horn.



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