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I wrote some of these way back when I was just 13 or 14, so if they suck, I was just a little kid -- what can you expect? On the other hand, if you like them, you can attribute them to my near-genius. *wink* A few aren't so much "poems" as they are poetic thoughts. I became enamored of a type of poem called, I believe,"cinquain", which is 2 syllables (or words?) on the first line, 4 on the second, 6 on the third, 8 on the fourth, then back to 2 lines for the last line, so you'll find some of that here. I don't know how widely known it is, but I enjoyed utilizing it at the time.

I have lots more to post, but I'm done for tonight. Check back here soon to find more, since I have finally dug up my Anything book I copied all my poems into. I'm sure some of my poems will deserve a (somewhat) enlightening explanation for your entertainment and edification. When I add them, I will add their stories as well.

Catness (1983 or '84)

Catness...
A wish and dream
To become like a cat.
Subconsciously one will achieve
Catness.

Loneliness (1983 or '84)

I am alone...
Alone in a big, forboding place.
I wonder...
I wonder if anyone will come
Come and stay with me.
Because I am alone...
Alone in a big, forboding place.
I wonder...

Afraid (1983 or '84)

Sometimes I just want to run.
To run from dark figures
Lurking in forgotten corners
Of my room.

Secrets (1983 or '84)

Oh,
How much I want
To know
The secrets of the
Universe.

Murder in the Swamp (Sept?, 1983)

Murder
Was committed
Late one night in the swamp.
And I know who did it. But I
Won't tell.

I saw
Who did it. He
Spied me. If I tell, he
Will kill me right off, he told me
He will.

I will
Tell who got stabbed,
When the crime was done, where
The murder weapon is. But not
Who killed.

For if
I told who smote
I surely would be next.
Someday I will tell, when I'm safe.
'Til then...

Wind (1984?)

Where does it come from?
Where does it go?
Who named it 'wind'
A long time ago?

This one is written more as a song than a poem, but it needs to be set to music. I don't know the first thing about music writing, so it never got done. I've had people offer their music opinions about it but they always wanted to change it too much, into something different. I didn't want that. I didn't think they made it better, just changed it to THEIR liking and it wasn't MINE anymore so it didn't get done. Looking back as I type it, it doesn't seem as whippy as it used to seem...

We Aren't Medieval Folklore (July, 1989)

I am just as you are
We are like the rest of you
I am, we are
And like it or not
We aren't medieval folklore

You call us dead and you hunt us down
You make up stories and fantasy tales
And you love it
We're just a fad to you

I tell you it hurts
Way down deep inside
Where emotions come from
And where they go to hide
From people who love to hate us
Yet don't even believe we exist

To them we are only devils
In this cynical world
Where Good and Evil
Are but some romantic notions
Devil's spawn with a devil's stare
Devil's friend with a devil's thirst

How wrong you really are, cuz

I am just asyou are
We are like the rest of you
I am, we are
And like it or not
We aren't medieval folklore

There are some who will accept us
Ahh, how sweet those precious few
They realize
I am as you are
We are like the rest of you
We're not demons
And neither are we monsters

There are some people out there
Who wouldtake the chance
And have our condition
Just to kill and kill and kill

It mkes me sick

I am just as you are
We are like the rest of you
And like it or not
We aren't medieval folklore

(repeat, fading out)

This one gives a nod to the folklore about vampires supposedly not reflecting in mirrors (while correcting the misconception).

Look in a Mirror (July-ish, 1989)

Hey, you come with me
I want to show you something
Look in a mirror and describe what you see
Other than you, you see me
How do I appear?

Don't ignore me, I'm here
Don't despise me either
Please give me half a chance
To prove I'm just as human as you are

I deserve a better lot in life
Than to be hated
I deserve a better lot in life
Than to be thought of as less than what you see
All I want is to be free

Known and accepted for what I am
Please give me a chance

Hey, you come with me
I want to show you something
Look in a mirror and decribe what you see
Other than you you do see me
How do I appear?

I appear as I am That is me
Yes, but I wear a mask you can't see
I must, you see, but I can't explain why
But I'm just as human as you are

How can I explain? How do I explain?

Hey, you come near to me
I want to show you something
Look in my eyes and describe what you see
Other than pain, what do you see?
How do they appear?

I'm not the only one like this
The rest aren't many
I guess you could say Minority
Though a minority not governed
By race or sex or creed
We're all govered by a common need

I deserve a better lot in life
Than to live behind the mask
I deserve a better lot in life
I desire recognition yet I fear exposure
All I want is to be free

I want you to understand, you see
But how do I explain? How do I explain?

Hey, you come up to me
I want to show you something
Look at me I've taken off my mask you can't see
Other than me, you see -- what?
How does it appear?

Don't go away Oh please
I knew
Give me a chance
Don't despise me I'll put on my mask
And go about my way I'm sorry

I don't want your pity
If it's that you'll giive then go away
I appear as I am That is me
And I weare the mask you can't see

I must, you see, and now you know why
But I'm just as human as you are

Ahh, you come back to plague me so soon...

I suppose you've come to mock me and destroy me
Just deepen the wound
I created for myself
When I tore 'way the unseen mask
I was stupid to think
I could be known, and understood

The look in your eyes is different now
Than when you left before Why?
Dare I hope you've reconsidered
The qay I am?

You say, come with you
You want to show me something
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
Other than I, I see you --
Smiling at me...

Wooden Birds (August, 1989)

I was walking thru' a museum one day,
And I observed --

     Two wooden birds --

     (Wooden birds..., I thought)

"Do wooden birds have wooden turds?"
I wondered. "Or am I speaking in absurd words?"

My mother looks at me and replies:
     "I think it's worse!"

I Found a Penny in Lincoln City (August, 1989)

I found a penny in Lincoln City
And I picked it up
'Twas all scuffed upon one side
I made a wish and threw it into a fountain

She is Gone (August, 1989)

Here is a song about the Titanic. I was way into the steamship when I was younger, gobbling up every article, book and documentary I came across ever since I was 8 or 9 or so. It started when I read a review of The Unsinkable Molly Brown, or maybe it was a program from the play. I'm not sure what it was now, but I remember that it just stuck with me and I had to know more.

Alas, SOS, she is gone
Alas, SOS, she is gone
Alas, SOS, she is gone
And we can't get her back
No, we can't get her back
She's gone

She lies sunken at the bottom of the ocean
Gone down like a rock to her grave
In a place of tranquil rest
She lies alone but not forgotten
Her spirit kept alive
What she stood for is no longer
And she slowly rusts away

(Reprise)

It happened on one icy night
The tragic fluke of fate
That cost so many lives
New York bound, she never made it
She struck a berg they saw too late
With carelessness, arrogance they sealed her fate
Nothing anyone could do

(Reprise)

(Voice over) "She was labelled "unsinkable",
Some say man tempted God --
I say, what does it really matter? --
Now she's gone..."

(Reprise)

She lies sunken at the bottom of the ocean
We thought we'd never see
But teams of men sought her out
In her place of tranquil rest
Now we can see her as she is today
But we must rely on memories and old photograhs
To see her as she used to be
A beauty queen grown old and gret
As she slowly rusts away

(Reprise)

(Voice over) "Though gone, she'll never be forgotten -- Let this be dedicated to the memory of the steamship Titanic, and all who were aboard her. As the grandest, most exquisite ship ever built, the noble Titanic lives on in our memories."

 

Stay tuned...there's more...I just have to get past my own "cringe factor" and post it.

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