Ann Thrax
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Post by Ann Thrax on Jan 17, 2005 17:42:45 GMT -6
Those poems are amazing...I love them! Very powerful...and very moving. I'd love to read more
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Post by Gabbin on Jan 17, 2005 22:45:10 GMT -6
Poetry is so nice. I like it very much. Keep going, please.
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Post by gwenyver on Jan 19, 2005 2:06:36 GMT -6
This was written by a freind of a friend.....
She sits there Silent Eating Cheezits While we talk about life Silent except for the Crunching, crunching As we talk about death God, she is annoying.
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Post by Phalon on Jan 21, 2005 20:10:18 GMT -6
Interpreting poetry can be interesting, and I wonder what your friend, Gwen, was thinking about as this was written. Each of us has a different perspective, and everybody takes something different away from any kind of art. I have a friend who does these fabulously cool collage paintings….lots of things going on in them. Whenever he shows me something he’s working on, he asks me what I see. After I tell him, he usually says something like, “Oh yes, now I can see that also”, meaning it’s not what he had in mind when painting it, but nobody’s interpretation is wrong.
So when reading “Cheezits”, (only calling it that because it is untitled), I am wondering if perhaps the Cheezits can represent little squares of processed information that we are feed by the media or government on a daily basis; either watered down, or sensationalized as need be in order to get the response desired. Meanwhile, real life and death happens all around us, but we, having had our fill, sit silently complacent. God, (a “she” in this case), would represent the reality of life and death, and in this complacency brought on by the media glut, would be annoying. The idea that we need sugar-coated information and that no one really wants to know what is happening other than in their immediate part of the world.
Or, of course, it could just be someone is chewing too loudly while others try to carry on a conversation.
I think though, the interpretation that I’m most leaning towards is that sarcasm is wasted on some people, because they will never hear it, (selective hearing), and will do the exact opposite. Just to be annoying.
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Post by Gabbin on Jan 21, 2005 22:12:43 GMT -6
I am sooooo glad that you didn't overanalyze that Cheez-its poem, Gams.
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Post by Phalon on Jan 21, 2005 22:49:03 GMT -6
This one needed over-analyzing.
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Post by Gabbin on Jan 21, 2005 22:54:51 GMT -6
I actually was tying in the death and dying to the muncher's own high blood pressure health problems all the while eating a high-fat, high-salt diet.
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Post by Gabbin on Jan 21, 2005 22:55:38 GMT -6
Which of course leads to the dichotomy of life's desires vs. the its realities. Oh, the pain.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 21, 2005 22:59:55 GMT -6
Has anyone considered the watcher's point of veiw?
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Post by Gabbin on Jan 21, 2005 23:05:21 GMT -6
What watcher? Is one of the people there fixing a watch? Or perhaps this is a weight watcher? Give me a clue.
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Post by Gabbin on Jan 21, 2005 23:07:29 GMT -6
And may I point out that Cheezits is totally a different meaning than Cheez-its? And that none of those nouns is anywhere near to English? Not in the dict. Maybe in the food dict, though.
Gosh, and now I am becoming a stickler.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 21, 2005 23:14:55 GMT -6
the watcher...you know the person who has to sit there watching whoever eat the cheezits and be annoyed that there are no conversational addatives...unlike the snack food being eaten.
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Post by Phalon on Jan 21, 2005 23:21:08 GMT -6
And would the entire meaning of the piece change if it were Gold Fish instead of Cheezits that the watcher were crunching upon?
Ya gotta wonder.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 21, 2005 23:29:05 GMT -6
Hmmmm.....I wonder if we could get Gwen's friend to write another?
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Post by Phalon on Jan 22, 2005 0:18:18 GMT -6
I wonder, though, if the Cheezits thing was kinda of a one time shot - one of those "you had to be there" type things.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 22, 2005 0:20:02 GMT -6
Hmmm....I don't know. I think there might be a little peotry left in there somewhere.....if only she could be persuaded......what do you say friend of Gwen?
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 27, 2005 23:54:01 GMT -6
LISTEN TO THE MUSTN'TS Listen to the MUSTN'TS, child, Listen to the DON'TS Listen to the SHOULDN'TS The IMPOSSIBLES the WON'TS Listen to the NEVER HAVES Then listen close to me-- Anything can happen, child, ANYTHING can be.
Edited to fix font. ~~Joxcee~~
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Post by gwenyver on Jan 28, 2005 0:17:16 GMT -6
Words, Wide Night
Somewhere on the other side of this wide night and the distance between us, I am thinking of you. The room is turning slowly away from the moon.
This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.
La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross to reach you. For I am in love with you and this
is what it is like, or what it is like in words.
--Carol Ann Duffy
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Post by gwenyver on Jan 28, 2005 0:20:44 GMT -6
Electric Love
My fingers fly over these keys. Sending words across the waves. With blinding speed and ease.
Words of love spoken in my mind. Translated to characters on a screen. Can I send my soul the same way?
Can you ever understand how I feel? Reading only words typed with care. Or imagining a voice thousands of miles away.
I can’t touch you. Or hold your hand. Or stare into your blue eyes.
The potential for pain is the same. Regardless of the circumstance. Or the distance.
The longing is there. The need is there. The love unspoken.
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Post by gwenyver on Jan 28, 2005 2:07:26 GMT -6
Coming soon......Accents of Desire
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Ann Thrax
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Post by Ann Thrax on Jan 28, 2005 18:15:16 GMT -6
Beautiful...just beautiful. Please hurry with the next poem
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 28, 2005 18:23:17 GMT -6
Gwen's are lovely but where is YOUR next one?
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Post by chackattack81 on Jan 28, 2005 18:25:51 GMT -6
Yeh!...you tell 'er Scrappy mate! ;D
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 28, 2005 18:26:38 GMT -6
This is me tapping my foot over here....*tap tap tap*
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Ann Thrax
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Post by Ann Thrax on Jan 28, 2005 18:27:10 GMT -6
Another of my favourites....it's by Laban Erapu
I Beg You
I beg you, If you feel something like love for me, Not to let me know it now When I feel nothing so certain for you. Wait until you've conquered my pride By pretending not to care for me.
I beg you, If you think your eyes will give you away, Not to give me that longing look When you know it will force the moment Wait until our heatbeats have settled Then put your head on my shoulder.
I beg you, Not to let us surrender to passion Until our liking has grown to love Let's stop and look back Let's draw apart and sigh, Let's stand back to back, Let's say goodbye for the day And walk our different ways Without pausing to wait For an echo to our last word.
I beg you If you find yourself interlocked In my embrace, To kiss me and keep me silent Before I start making promises That time may choose to by-pass - Wait until our hands are free, Then listen to me; Wait until our love is primed Then give me your hand.
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Post by chackattack81 on Jan 28, 2005 18:31:29 GMT -6
Wow...that's heart breaking and beautiful....nice choice honeyxxx
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 28, 2005 20:12:49 GMT -6
Awww man....getting all misty here.
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Post by gwenyver on Jan 30, 2005 1:23:29 GMT -6
Accents of Desire
I sit here in the sun with my arms curled around my legs trying to hug her voice to my chest. Though I am miles away I am hoping to catch a feeling of her, to read something in that sweet sound.
Listening to her voice the words are a blur but the feeling is not. Intense and overwhelming I try to remember to breathe. But somehow it escapes me and the words tumble from my lips in a litany of babble. I wish she were here so she could see what she does to me.
I listen to the sound of her words. As soft and sweet and smooth as silk. Everything I imagined and more. Deep, passionate and full of the confidence I lack. As if the act of speaking could keep me there forever, inside her heart. Not knowing I’m already there.
My heart pounds, my hands shake, my stomach flies, and the lump in my throat threatens to swell. All because of the sound of her voice. I close my eyes and dream of a day that may never come. A day when I can look upon her smiling face and sigh. But I am happy, because at least I had this.
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Post by chackattack81 on Jan 30, 2005 11:21:17 GMT -6
Everything you write Gwen...wow...you touch a nerve Just beautifulxx
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Post by gwenyver on Jan 30, 2005 11:25:01 GMT -6
Thank you Chackattack, I appreciate the kind words. It's nice to get feed back. I guess you could say I have a reason to write right now.
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