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    Your Favorite Poem by You

    We have seen some of the favorite poems by other LitNetters, now let's
    see what your favorite poem written by you is.
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    A lovely idea Granny5 - perhaps you can start for us?...
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    Quote Originally Posted by TheFifthElement View Post
    A lovely idea Granny5 - perhaps you can start for us?...
    Well, today it is one I wrote for Poppy when he was out of town. I don't think it's really good, but it does say how I feel about him.

    Dan

    This life that you’ve given me
    without selfishness and
    with great thought
    is what I waited for
    I give you
    my soul within yours
    safe from all that would harm me.
    My heart within yours
    shielded from all danger
    by your strong love
    my love for you to hold forever
    And after I go I will watch over you
    till you arrive
    I will be waiting to see
    you smile when you see me
    That special smile you have
    for only me.
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    Granny, it's a lovely poem, full of heart in the best way.

    My favourite poem of my own is this one:


    Naked on Exmoor

    The moors languish at
    my feet, watching;
    a wanton lover, tattooed in
    purple and gold.
    He flaunts his nakedness,
    brazen in spite
    of the chill that raises
    the hair on my arms
    and stains my lips.
    His words are the
    whisper of a
    breeze sending
    shivers through
    the scrub,
    unfurling leaves.
    He wants me -
    I can’t resist.
    My clothes fall
    as a sudden
    burst of rain,
    pooling to the
    ground.
    This is no time
    for modesty;
    and neither
    the great winking
    eye of the sun,
    or the motorist’s
    horns beeping
    as they pass,
    can deny
    this moment
    of pure freedom.
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    these are great u 2...

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    Quote Originally Posted by Granny5 View Post
    We have seen some of the favorite poems by other LitNetters, now let's
    see what your favorite poem written by you is.
    Interesting idea, Mammy Y, but isn't a bit like asking us to name the favourite among our children?

    PASSING THE SALT


    The thing is, we've none of us found the stranger yet,
    with whom to open the perfect conversation.
    Faces we take to be unknown, glide
    into sly familiarity, the warmth of once particular skin,
    phrases that appeal to us now
    because they did then.

    There are things we still haven't said.
    That we are frightened sometimes,
    though there's no reason for it--because
    there's no reason for it. And,
    in a certain tone of voice, "I love you."

    It takes everything to say "I love you"
    in just that way, as if it were nothing
    --'Please pass the salt,'
    or a belch in easy company.

    Again and again, behind some face
    that pretends to be new to us
    there lies hidden that other
    to which we answered dutifully once,
    "I love you,
    too." The face of an aunt who died young
    of self-pity or an uncle
    who rested his hand on your shoulder
    and left it damp to the bone.

    Or a lover, known, who became unknown.
    But still we believe in him or in her
    and whisper, "Come. Feel free. Speak,"
    in voices that haven't yet grown familiar even to us.
    We believe in the stranger's inarticulateness
    as we believe in our own.

    Which of us has learned already to speak?
    "You must be the change you want to see in the world." Gandhi

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    No, Jerry, it's not like asking you to name your favorite child. It's like asking which of your poems you like best today.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Granny5 View Post
    No, Jerry, it's not like asking you to name your favorite child. It's like asking which of your poems you like best today.
    Sez who? In the last of my 2.5 marriages, my step-daughters used to tease me about which of my grandchildren I liked best. I had just the three at that time and finally, in the hope of silencing them, I made up this verse:

    Gabriel is my favourite!
    Hella is the best!
    And as for little Lucy,
    she beats all the rest!

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    Quote Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin View Post
    Sez who? In the last of my 2.5 marriages, my step-daughters used to tease me about which of my grandchildren I liked best. I had just the three at that time and finally, in the hope of silencing them, I made up this verse:

    Gabriel is my favourite!
    Hella is the best!
    And as for little Lucy,
    she beats all the rest!
    That is absolutely precious Prince.
    I'm in love with The Vinegar Man and Mr. Tanner, but be careful, it could just as easily be you.

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    Great idea Granny. I'm not sure which one I would pick. Perhaps this one.

    Limoncello

    A rainy evening in April
    Brings us out to celebrate
    The observance of her birth,
    The kiss on the cheek,
    The flick of the light switch,
    A scent of her florid perfume
    As we pass our glinting threshold.

    Unfolding the umbrella,
    A heavy fall of spring rain
    Feeds the tulips and the budding grapevines
    As we rush to the car, cold and wet
    Another kiss as we settle in with a sigh
    I turn the key and headlights gleam,
    A Saturday night, a saturnalia of sorts.

    An Italian restaurant.
    Across at dinner, a quiet corner
    We smile and listen, laughter of families,
    Ting-a-ling of china and wine bottles
    Her luminous face lights the table,
    A singer trills Italian songs,
    The waiter brings our wine.

    A lovely smile, lambent and dark,
    Chiaroscuro lips proudly assert,
    “I do not look my age.”
    My glass of Cabernet licks my tongue
    And a thought, do I feel my age,
    Having drifted entwined until sunrise
    And run three miles in the morning?

    Seafood in a marinara sauce
    Mussels, shrimp, clams, calamari
    Fructi di Mare, over linguine and crushed pepper.
    Another glass of Cabernet – Yes –
    Brings thoughts of sailors in rough seas,
    Farmers with tomatoes and garlic on sunny days;
    But, oh, a tuft of grey beneath the dye.

    Carrot cheese cake and espresso
    With a sliver of lemon peel.
    “Would you care for a Sambucca,
    Or perhaps a side of Limoncello?”
    Limoncello? Yes, a side of Limoncello
    Sweet and bitter, snappish and acerbic,
    In a conical glass on a stem.

    The table, stolidly plane, is now clear
    And I stiffen to an alcohol induced buzz
    Like a fly entering the cerebellum,
    Or is it trying to get out?
    The cloudy, chilled liquid, lemon-scented,
    Distorts her face as light bends and swerves.

    Bending and swerving I fidget childishly
    Rocked to rain and flowers and song,
    I imagine nestling up to her breast,
    Swallowing the last drop of Limoncello,
    Not truly believing that my conquering heart
    Will one day cease to beat against
    The darkness of the universe.
    LET THERE BE LIGHT

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    Not a favorite of others but perhaps a favorite of mine.

    Here it goes.


    Modern Life & Insanity (Part 1)


    Daily schedules and sleepless nights
    is this how we live this modern life ?

    Good things in life are really hard to find
    Depression, confusion, frustrations usually thrills my mind

    I never realized before about life that how hard it could be
    And things never happened the way it should be

    This modern life is running too fast and have no time for your own
    Everybody's running and I'm not the only one

    Sanity has gone from loneliness, rejection, & failure
    Jealousy burns, anger ends in misery, and ego clashes for sure

    The more we learn, the more we fake
    The more we love, the more it generates hate

    Overworked and tired face, lonely and tiresome days
    Blessed are the ignorant, it's what I learned from this modern age

    Modern Life & Insanity (Part 2)

    hectic pace of this modern life
    never satisfied, never pacified

    modern world with cutting-edge technologies
    high-tech solutions yet byzantine complexities

    questions questioning for more alternatives
    living on the edge with uncertainties

    this world is evolving and transforming it's face
    everybody's running for their time and space

    always have to win to stay in this game
    always have to change the track to get out of this pain

    the more we go deep, the more we face reality
    this modern life may dig down the hole to insanity

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    Of course another one which I had written when the world (my girl) left me all alone in pain....


    Without you

    I know your pain & sufferings
    and I know how you've gone through
    dreams I had for you have now only been dreams
    and they never came true

    was our relationship that weak ?
    it has been blown away like it was written in the sand
    it has faded away with unknown reasons
    may be I'm the unfortunate one with fake lines in my hand

    nights without sleep when I've suffered only with tears
    only questions were running in my head
    I was wondering for what I have done wrong
    and remembering the things that she said

    I couldn't erase those memories & I tried a lot
    I even screamed, laughed, cried and tore all the pictures
    It ain't easy to forget the time we spent together
    and the talks over phone for hours and hours

    I tried to generate hate just to forget you
    but it brought you even more nearer
    I tried being numb just to get you out of my mind
    but the picture I had you in my mind got more clearer

    so now you've chosen the separate way
    in which I can never walk upon
    I'm fallen back to the path where I was before
    and I thought that I'll never cross that line again

    I found the difference of not having you
    I was quite empty and got nothing to do
    the daily routine which I had has changed now
    I was quite lost on my own and got nowhere to go

    now I have to live in the present and I can't always live in the past
    now I have to change the broken track into something new
    even though I was not invited at the best moments of your life
    anyway I wish you a very best wishes for your new life and saying a goodbye

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    Quote Originally Posted by TheFifthElement View Post
    Granny, it's a lovely poem, full of heart in the best way.

    My favourite poem of my own is this one:


    Naked on Exmoor

    The moors languish at
    my feet, watching;
    a wanton lover, tattooed in
    purple and gold.
    He flaunts his nakedness,
    brazen in spite
    of the chill that raises
    the hair on my arms
    and stains my lips.
    His words are the
    whisper of a
    breeze sending
    shivers through
    the scrub,
    unfurling leaves.
    He wants me -
    I can’t resist.
    My clothes fall
    as a sudden
    burst of rain,
    pooling to the
    ground.
    This is no time
    for modesty;
    and neither
    the great winking
    eye of the sun,
    or the motorist’s
    horns beeping
    as they pass,
    can deny
    this moment
    of pure freedom.
    I like it even though it's a bit direct

    Mr Virgil, have you got links to your other poems? I think I've only ever read the one you've quoted, while you help me with mine all the time

    my fave by me at the moment started out as a bad poem (as you can see from the first two lines) in the write a really bad poem thread, but Mr blp says it's good:



    roses are not red enough
    nor lemons green
    to phrase the wall of glass you built
    between your heart and mine.
    Nor can all the penguins in paradise
    sing the soft shutting of the freezer door
    made by your gap-toothed smile.
    When I'm the emperor's dachshund
    I'll pass a Lautgesetz, a Grimm's Law,
    to wrap you up in hornet's furs
    and shout with mournful joy:
    "There's beauty in rejection!"



    I'm also quite comfortable with this one:

    Among the boulders

    head – purplish-grey heather
    scratchy cushion – tickles – neck

    back – sweaty – pricey shirt – clings
    figertips exploring – dusty earth
    feeling – sand – dry – grains
    on top – wet underneath
    distant bleating: children and sheep

    where once the scouring glaciers
    scarred the rocks with hair-thin grooves,
    basal-sliding, flowing, melting,
    washed up debris of the past,
    where once the creeping glaciers slid
    he lies among the boulders

    and the unrelenting sky
    sears with blue, too blue for itself,
    too much, swollen, a blaze of blue
    like eyes
    too bright for itself, it casts around
    it needs to share, inflict,
    paste on its blue,
    about to burst

    he drinks it all in
    unfocused, unblinking
    between breaths
    and listens to the silence inside
    throbbing spine
    simmering air beats his face
    cheeks – neck – arms – toes
    bursting blue, like an inner elbow
    inflamed with imagined love

    want to show
    want to show these hills this sky
    want to show this to someone
    anyone
    her
    not here; why not?
    Why not?

    in the heather, purple,
    perennial shrub
    where once the creeping glaciers slid
    he lies among the boulders.
    Washed up.
    Deposited.

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    Well well well... this is tough. Whatever I write becomes my favourite hehe!! Gotta agree with Uncle Jer on the choosing-between-your-children-theory

    Anyway, of the countable amount of poorly-written poems I've got in my sack, I think this is one I'm particularly attached to:

    To the Tree at my Window:

    And so it is,
    Now that I am leaving you,
    I am as silent as you always are,
    Just as calm and just as indifferent
    Mine outer self is.
    But inside I’m shivering
    Like your leaves did
    When the rain rushed upon them—
    The panorama that never
    Failed to enchant me
    By its divinity;
    And so it is, now that I gaze
    At your silent silhouette,
    A single tear
    Rolls down my face
    Like a nameless ode.
    .
    ...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.

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    I told my other kids that I liked them too, but this one your Mommy (my muse) and I had the most fun conceiving. Of course, With the Elephants had to ask, "What's Conceiving, Daddy?" I just said, "Ask your Mother."



    Penance for Chains and Jars

    The slow pulse of the black-water ballet,
    in the deep country of the fireflies:

    In yellow memory, in chains,
    fragrance cupped from the dark lawn
    — every petal was a mouth —

    hungry, efflorescent stars,
    one for many on a milky stem:

    They fell with the veil of night, laden
    with the bright of sun, and we would wait
    for what was done in the dale of evening,
    in the pale of the moonlit grass. They died,
    if patience failed to hold us for their flights,

    such fragile dolia of blossoms gone to light,
    we galled them with a child’s haste,
    watched their constellations slide
    down blades and on our skin
    with the scent of dandelion.

    Oh silent aria of desire,
    world of blind intent,
    keep the secrets of your child:

    wild flowers can redeem us

    wishes gray make wishes green

    fire hides in the quiet air

    the choired whispers of the sea
    are born in the twists of shells

    and this cool water with its stars
    ripples briefly in our eyes.

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