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    Probably this one:

    The Raven: Parody #2

    Once upon an afternoon so dreary, with my body weak and weary,
    The eyes all red and bleary with watching for the mail;
    Hoping that the post would bring me, something calculated to spring me
    From my doldrums and the things we endure from broken dreams—
    From the cold emptiness that echoes from the shades of broken dreams—
    All this I wished and more.

    I spoke aloud to the evening air each line I’d written with great care
    And mailed to someone waiting there, for their consideration.
    I’d tried hard to fulfill their needs, sent poems from a heart that bleeds,
    Praying that this one succeeds where the others failed before—
    Praying to the Great Almighty One this doesn’t fail like those before—
    Like the hundreds sent before!

    I waited with anticipation, (and a touch of aggravation!)
    For submissions I had sent around the Nation to return here to my door.
    Then I held the envelope, crossed my fingers and I hoped,
    And then the tiny note slid into my sweaty palm:
    The pale white tiny note I held within my sweaty palm
    Said—“Sorry.” Nothing more—

    ©D. L. Harris 1995
    Published in Tucumcari Literary Review #80
    Los Angeles, CA


    (And yes, #1 sold as well, but I like this one better!)
    Some of us laugh
    Some of us cry
    Some of us smoke
    Some of us lie
    But it's all just the way
    that we cope with our lives...

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    Great entries, lit-netters!

    Quote Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin View Post
    Gabriel is my favourite!
    Hella is the best!
    And as for little Lucy,
    she beats all the rest!
    That's is sweet and clever enough to pacify them all!

    Here are three that I like, and feel I can't make up my mind about posting one so here are all three of them. But before that I would like to change PrinceMyshkin's poem a little bit to express myself.

    Just One Day is my favourite
    Her Choice is the best!
    And as for Love Will Find A Way
    It probably beats all the rest!

    When I wrote Love Will Find A Way, I never knew I would like it as much as I do now. Oh well, views change.

    Just One Day

    The stormy night has gone away
    It gives a chance to the calm day
    To bring a smile on the face of this girl;
    Sleepless, unhappy, and alone
    On this rising sun now
    She has placed all her hope
    By seeing the beauty the pleasant day holds
    Would her unhappiness mould?
    In the view is standing a tree
    Tall and erect
    She sees how with birds it does interact
    Chirping birds and so pretty
    Free and fair
    Moving here and there
    Making her happy at first
    But after a time, she starts feeling hurt
    They are free, she is not
    They can travell; all by their own which she can not
    Expressing themselves to other birds without any care which she can not
    Look at the irony people
    How she considered!
    Human beings the best of all creatures
    Hated those not happy with what they are
    Despised envy
    Resented those changing in minutes
    A sight had forced her to change so much
    So can the next sight
    Would she hate herself now?
    Unhappy is she now
    Then a pityful breeze comes from somewhere
    Giving life to her
    The touch of breeze
    Along with the sight of blue sky
    Brings some joy
    A blue sky - not black
    Is there any form of prettiness that it lack?
    She looks around and see
    Again the tree
    The tree she had planted
    Her very own tree
    Bearing fruit
    Would that make her happy?
    She watches as its leaves dance with the wind
    Seem to be singing along with the free birds on its branches
    She gets dreamy, and thinks and thinks
    While rainy water on the ground sends to sky a wink
    But unaware of anything, she thinks pensively
    Until some thought makes her smile merrily
    The tree had faced the night
    It had to fight
    Sleepless it had been
    But it overcame night with all its might
    Now, it sang and danced and actually 'lived'
    So would she after having fought with her oponents
    So would she!
    One day had taught her too much, the tree
    Along with its friends had made her learn enough
    One thing these living things, though seem-ingly different from each other, have in common
    To struggle for existence
    To struggle for happiness
    Her Choice

    Bo-oa first came five years ago
    Eager to tell her Amma good news
    Her ears pinned to the wall
    She heard it all
    And what Bo-oa had said:
    Suddenly made her feel good
    Next day they came
    The women came
    Those women Bo-oa had told her Amma about
    They came and talked
    Said the nasty words
    Told her mother that her daughter was not what they wanted
    They wanted good height for their tall son
    They expressed themselves without considering how much they had taunted
    They came and went
    Scornfully, rejecting her

    Bo-oa came four years ago
    Again, dying to tell Amma good news
    She knew what Bo-oa was up to
    Pushing the events of previous year away
    She again felt a flicker of hope
    She was dragged by a powerful rope
    Into a happy fantasized world
    She remained there until the women came
    Again, those jerks found her personality errors;
    Very necessary to name
    Now, their lame excuses were her skin colour and her nose
    Her nose wasn't straight and her cheeks not as red as a rose
    After completing eating the food, they went
    As if they had come for a house to rent

    Bo-oa came three years ago
    Wishing to have a word with Amma
    This time Bo-oa was so dead sure
    "This family is different and decent," for her Bo-oa's words were a cure
    Keeping the past events at an arm's distance, she again smiled
    Her days were full of laughter until the next people arrived
    "Just Matric?" the woman looked stunned on her qualification
    And then rejected the poor her without any hesitation
    All three women went in the same way they had come
    Their rejection was easy to detect as doing a plus minus sum

    Bo-oa came two years ago
    Wanting to talk to Amma
    It was the Summer of 2005
    The thought that five was her lucky number
    Granted her a new life
    And some friendly good women came
    And to her happiness, they approved of her
    But on finding that they were not from a Syed family
    Her mother was like, "what a shame, shame!"
    This time, Amma and Abba were the ones to reject
    And this time her mother was furious at Bo-oa
    For bringing someone from a non-Syed family
    Her parents could be wish-killers, she could not digest that fact

    Bo-oa came last year
    Apologetic in front of Amma
    Telling her that she had a good news
    This time, she did not feel good
    No good feelings, on the other hand:
    Fear
    Fear of being rejected
    Loss
    Loss of tears
    And she remained in that condition till the day
    The day those women wearing a lot of gold came
    One looked at her like a person ready to slaughter
    And the more time spent, her face grew hotter and hotter
    The women's gazes made her eyes water
    Then with her Dupata, she removed the tears
    In a strife to become courageous, she controlled her fears
    "Your house is small," one sneered
    "Can't you afford a big one," across the whole room, other peered
    She suddenly felt as if it had got a way too much for her to bear
    She threw the tea-cups on those women's face, without any fear
    "Get the hell out of here," she snarled
    Her Abba slapped her
    Her Amma pushed her to her own room
    But she was not like what she was yesterday
    A moron!

    She did not care if she had not a good height
    Or if she was not very much white
    She did not care if she was a Matric-pass
    Or if she was a poor, living in a small house, lass
    She only cared about one thing
    She, too, had self-respect
    She, too, was a human infact
    She was not a show-piece
    She was not a toy
    A toy that one would enjoy
    And then badly destroy

    That day, and now
    No Bo-oa has ever been seen in her house
    What if she has no spouse
    At least, she has her self-respect
    Which is a great deal,
    At least that is what she feels!

    Now she is a school teacher
    Earning for herself
    As well as her parents
    Not a burden
    And her self-respect lives!
    Love Will Find A Way

    Beneath the stars
    Beyond the moon
    Along the river
    Across the sea
    On the earth and in the sky
    In any truth or in every lie
    Sung by birds
    Dreamt by trees
    Hidden in the book
    Blooming in the flowers
    In rainy season, in the shape of rain
    Travelling through every track like a train
    Everywhere; here or there
    In any form or like a storm

    Love will find a way
    I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.

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    I thought the last verse of Enough Said was especially fine.

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    Remembrance

    ...and do you my love,
    Do you ever think of me now
    After all these years?
    Do the memory of "You & I"
    Still surface to your mind
    As you go about your daily life?

    Does your heart tremble still
    When in your mind
    You see me by your garden gate,
    Waving at you,
    With handful of delpheniums?

    Do you still smile to see me?
    Or do you turn away with tears in your eyes
    And with an angry chide
    Toss the memories aside
    And get on with your life
    As nothing ever happened and
    Nothing will ever happen again?
    I sent my Soul through the Invisible,
    Some letter of that After-life to spell:
    And by and by my Soul return'd to me,
    And answer'd "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell :"


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    Quote Originally Posted by Lote-Tree View Post
    Remembrance

    ...and do you my love,
    Do you ever think of me now
    After all these years?
    Do the memory of "You & I"
    Still surface to your mind
    As you go about your daily life?

    Does your heart tremble still
    When in your mind
    You see me by your garden gate,
    Waving at you,
    With handful of delpheniums?

    Do you still smile to see me?
    Or do you turn away with tears in your eyes
    And with an angry chide
    Toss the memories aside
    And get on with your life
    As nothing ever happened and
    Nothing will ever happen again?
    There is something rather heartbreaking about that last line. It is somewhat flat, of course - less musical than the other lines - and the flatness mimics the deflated feeling of the persona.
    "You must be the change you want to see in the world." Gandhi

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    Quote Originally Posted by SleepyWitch View Post
    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
    I'm not sure if all of them are linked, but my first few blog entries either contain one of my poems or are linked to it. Thanks for asking. I'm always looking for feedback.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Pensive View Post
    Great entries, lit-netters!



    That's is sweet and clever enough to pacify them all!

    Here are three that I like, and feel I can't make up my mind about posting one so here are all three of them. But before that I would like to change PrinceMyshkin's poem a little bit to express myself.

    Just One Day is my favourite
    Her Choice is the best!
    And as for Love Will Find A Way
    It probably beats all the rest!

    When I wrote Love Will Find A Way, I never knew I would like it as much as I do now. Oh well, views change.
    Pensy, I really liked 'Her Choice.' I can understand how the person feels at such times, it's really really bad, or let's say the person is made to feel bad. I wonder why certain societies are like this? And, 'am living in a similar one, I know how mean people can be. I liked the ending of the poem, it's ultimately the person's choice, and life does change drastically when a girl decides to take a stand against such pressures. Good one
    Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

    Be the change you wish to see

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    Quote Originally Posted by Madhuri View Post
    Pensy, I really liked 'Her Choice.' I can understand how the person feels at such times, it's really really bad, or let's say the person is made to feel bad. I wonder why certain societies are like this?
    Maybe because they think it's the right way to be? (the thought of which might sadden many people like you and me)

    And, 'am living in a similar one, I know how mean people can be. I liked the ending of the poem, it's ultimately the person's choice, and life does change drastically when a girl decides to take a stand against such pressures. Good one
    I too decided the ending after a lot of musing. At first I thought of making her commit suicide but it would have been really tragic and there would hardly have been any point of this poem. But anyway I thought the present ending was unrealistic. In many places the society doesn't even let unmarried women live their lives happily. But I had to throw Bo-oa out and all those women who apparently came for asking her hand in marriage with their sons/brothers/etc but went away critisizing and taunting her, so I followed what my emotions wanted me to do, and seems like it's not a bad choice I made. Am glad you have liked it. Thanks!
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    Quote Originally Posted by Pensive View Post
    Maybe because they think it's the right way to be? (the thought of which might sadden many people like you and me)
    Or maybe it's because what others (society, family members) will say?

    I too decided the ending after a lot of musing. At first I thought of making her commit suicide but it would have been really tragic and there would hardly have been any point of this poem.
    Exactly !

    But anyway I thought the present ending was unrealistic. In many places the society doesn't even let unmarried women live their lives happily. But I had to throw Bo-oa out and all those women who apparently came for her hand in marriage but went away critisizing and taunting her, so I followed what my emotions wanted me to do, and seems like it's not bad. Am glad you have liked it. Thanks!
    It's not unrealistinc, Pensy. It's true ! Well, maybe not the throwing of the cups / tea on the face part. But, taking a stand is definitely true. It's difficult to do so, because there will be a lot of resistance from others and much boo-boo in the society, but it's very much realistic.
    Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

    Be the change you wish to see

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    I also liked her choice Pensive. Some strength in that poem.
    "Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
    W.B.Yeats

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    My Favourite ?

    I think its probably this one called "Lullaby to my heart" =>

    Awaken my heart , awaken,
    Do not tremble for you will not be forsaken,
    Truth will not forget you ,
    Nor the ages forbid you
    from sailing past the moon.

    And if moonlight dares to pierce you,
    remember it does not despise you,
    it simply does not care ,
    for bleeding hearts and broken masts,
    of either friend or foe,
    it only seeks to grow.


    Sleep my heart , oh sleep,
    lay down , forget how to weep.
    After the stars and beyond the curtains,
    no light shall dare,
    to illuminate your wounds,
    or tell of your despair.

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    I don't know if this is my favorite, but whatever...

    My Worst Nightmare

    I awoke from my
    Sleeping with
    Cold sweat
    On my pillow.
    It is always
    The same,
    This nightmare...

    It starts in Nashville
    On an adventure
    With elephants.
    They bully me with
    Their immense Size.
    Then elephants turn to pigs,
    And the pigs can fly!

    We end up flying
    To Hell
    But it is frozen over.

    I wake up to find
    Nothing has changed.
    Thank God.




    This is meant to be a comment on my abhorrence to change, it's not an actual nightmare I have...

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    There are two poems of mine of which I am particularily fond; one is fairly recent, and one was written a long, long, time ago (in a galaxy far, far, away).

    Strife (Hernardo)

    And then, flying
    High above all
    I had known; careless
    As a rock fashioned by the sea,
    Called its home. Not an individual:
    Not at all alone;
    When it! The bane
    Of a life, now lived loved – lost;
    Denied the callous cowards the price
    They would have paid; spat,
    With ardent vigour in the
    Face of a society,
    So “morally just”;
    Exposed the fraud: esthetic, material, lust.

    And then, striding
    Tentative, headlong,
    Into a world far removed; not
    Foreign, yet entirely new:
    With peoples scattered about like the dappled morning dew.
    And suddenly I was confronted,
    By neither apparition nor strength of arms;
    But, by a passion fierce, a compassion boundless,
    In this world apart.
    Dry eyes, wet with wandering tears, stemming
    From spurned comrades, exploited without behest;
    Wiry boys. Frail, little girls,
    Crowned by orange crest.

    And Lo! Behold!
    This school, newly arisen.
    This path unproven yet
    Undeniably old;
    From the lethargy of life have I been driven,
    Where now there is fire, there once was cold.
    And I have been freed, by the poverty surrounding,
    Gasping, gaping; infused
    With new life.
    This Grief, whose pangs will never escape me,
    Could perhaps prove the end of merciless
    Strife.

    Why is it always so?

    So long, so short
    So fast, so slow
    One second your there, the next your not
    Eternity passes by
    You are eternity, the only forever
    For me.
    Again I feel it; the world passing my mind
    The world, my world, you.
    As the vision fades, the feeling remains;
    The love, the hope, the need;
    I can see it again:
    Your hair in the wind, the ring on your finger
    My only light in the dark.
    Without you I am only a half, scarcely alive,
    I need you here by my side.
    And I will wait
    For eternity, for you, my love.
    So long, so slow
    Time is my vice and I’m unable to break free
    Why is it always so?
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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.
    What a glorious poem. It almost cries out to be set to music: "almost" because it seems already to have been.

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    On second thought:

    Intimations

    A shiver of something quick
    goes through us now and then
    as if
    the misaligned heart
    were about to fracture under bone

    or, far off in outer space,
    a silent planet
    thinned itself
    against the dark, alone.

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