https://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?2141-Imported-Poems The largest classic literature discussion forum on the Internet. Read Write Teach Share. en Fri, 05 Jun 2026 10:41:18 GMT vBulletin 10 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/images/misc/rss.jpg https://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?2141-Imported-Poems https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2344-amuse-s-Blog Thu, 02 Nov 2006 21:41:18 GMT i would have loved to
have brushed your
hair and kissed your
cheeks
you were
perfect, precious
if i hadn't cried i
wouldn't have seen
i think you would
have blinded me when
you came to me
i miss you my
love,
my little girl.
you should have been born
today it
kills me to live
without you
i wish i could
have seen you
in the dressing room
told you how beautiful you
look maybe
once i could have kissed
you and told you
to dance to fly
as if your life depended on
it to live as if your
joy depended on it
but i couldn't and i
think they were words that
you, after all,
taught me.
i'm so proud of you
it's not a prom
it's an death for me
a life for you
but you look beautiful
and i want you to
know your mommy
loves you in your angel wings. ]]> amuse https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2344-amuse-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2298-amuse-s-Blog Thu, 02 Nov 2006 21:41:18 GMT ***this still awaits revision and is not the finished version*** i have been thirsty- i do not mean like one in the desert; that i could stand.... ***this still awaits revision and is not the finished version***

i have been thirsty-
i do not mean
like one in the desert;
that i could stand.

i have craved water
with it all around
holding my cup out under
rivers tumbling

cascading heavily
threatening
to drown
but my cup
remains empty i
cannot be cleansed

and the guilt remains
tattooed on my skin
brazen and ashamed
to be here
proclaiming
to the world
that even water
refuses me

relief in heat or in rain
revels in pain

i thought the winds
would heal the
water would cool
i was wrong

and i am not strong
enough to beg

i try to heal i want
to water my plants
to remember
my daughter
kicking, splashing

but the rainbows
are gone and
silver-gray
spangles instead
blind my eyes

is my cup is
too small
am i invisible

i just want to be
clean again. ]]> amuse https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2298-amuse-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2297-amuse-s-Blog Thu, 02 Nov 2006 21:41:18 GMT gouge me with a
turret and
clean out my
pores,
scatter my
bones so that
vultures can
sing

i'd like to
pretend
that i am still
clean but the
mirror of hades
is grinning at
me ]]> amuse https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2297-amuse-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2238-amuse-s-Blog Thu, 02 Nov 2006 21:41:18 GMT i am in the kitchen studying o-chem making muffins. my despondency leaks into the batter out of the D-glucose onto the blender and under my... i am in the kitchen
studying o-chem
making muffins.

my despondency
leaks into the batter
out of the D-glucose
onto the blender and
under my tongue;
i taste the swirls of
pain the absence of
her laugh, her
smile, the absence of
her angel eyes

and am startled when

handel breaks
in upon my
silence with "hallelujah!"
and various other
choral streams

i am perplexed as to
why i hum along -
perhaps i should
volunteer for the
loony bin?

but the music
intrudes again
impales itself upon
my misery
defies me
and says
YOU WILL BE HAPPY

i feel her tiny
hand in mine

and she places in it
a jewel
which i can barely lift
it is so big, my
baby's heart
the purest
most delicate
heart in the world

i am tired and clumsy
overwhelmed and sad;
and so afraid that
it might burn me
but handel
reassures me
"you will do it;
you will bear
and display this
unearthly wonder
for the rest of your life"

"hallelujah" i hear again:
a streaming repetition of
bliss and joy

i see that my sorrow is
heavy because i have been
weak i will need
strength like never before
to hold onto what
she has given me.

i haven't got any now
but the music has;
i notice as it
caresses me that
the world has started
to tip upright again. ]]> amuse https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2238-amuse-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2191-amuse-s-Blog Thu, 02 Nov 2006 21:41:18 GMT from the kitchen i navigate D stairs to the bathroom, and L more from there to my room once upon a time i was afraid of from the kitchen
i navigate
D stairs
to the bathroom,
and L more
from there
to my room

once upon a time
i was afraid of
falling - isn't that
every pregnant
woman's worst
nightmare?

but then i became
excited so i stopped
just counting stairs,
i wanted to
teach you
letters too

your 5 year-old
brother has already
borrowed my copy
of war and peace
i was sure you
two would have
lots to
talk about
discuss and play
and well,
i'd better teach
you how to read
because i knew from
the start you'd be
smarter than me

so i would travel D
plus L steps
n times a day
to and from weekly
doctor's visits
(to and from the toilet
where my back and
brain and stomach emptied
i don't think one part
of me wasn't throwing
up)

and i traversed icy
sidewalks like they
were diamonds
because they were as
dangerous to my feet
as cut stones would be

and you were that precious.

and i counted
and lettered the stairs.

but like a comet arcing,
you fell, my peach
and the stairs crumbled
beneath my feet.

sometimes when i
lie below them
unable to rise
i see the stars
shining overhead
i count them
and i hear you
correcting me:
"No Mommy, no.
Not 23, 24, 25.
W, X, Y."

and i wonder
how you learned
those letters. ]]> amuse https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2191-amuse-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2183-amuse-s-Blog Thu, 02 Nov 2006 21:41:18 GMT nourishment, love jetting, dribbling. tears rain from my breast onto shower panes, nourishment,
love

jetting,
dribbling.

tears rain
from my breast
onto
shower panes,
too fat and heavy
to fall from my
eyes.

milk that you
will never
drink
the nurse told me
to dry up
but how can i stop
this is all i have
we will never
be together again
so i may...
never...
stop
spilling
...something.

i save some
for you
it's in a ziploc bag
in my freezer

should you ever
need it
i guess you don't need it
now
you don't need me
anymore

i will always need you

how? can
you be gone
when you're all
i think
about/revolve around,

why did
my body fail us?

and why when
death came
knocking
did i offer only...

i am so sorry,
my little one.

health is a poor
comfort and
no substitute
for you. ]]> amuse https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2183-amuse-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2126-amuse-s-Blog Thu, 02 Nov 2006 21:41:18 GMT and i am afraid
i'm very afraid
of taking a deep breath

and drawing
a knife
wrenching
it
into my
heart

and finding - too late -
only empty space

small flecks
of what may have
been blood

tiny shards
of what could have
been life

there are
days, Dorothy,

when i
am jealous
of the Tin Man. ]]> amuse https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2126-amuse-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2071-amuse-s-Blog Thu, 02 Nov 2006 21:41:18 GMT 1/23/06. edit to topic: i kept her longer. couldn't let her go. don't know that i ever will...long enough to hear, not imagine, her heartbeats...what a miracle...and to find out that my dreams of a girl were correct. and to put my life on the line and (partly because of that) be less angry with him.

i've also added a stanza and italicized one word that needed it.


our months
together/her
tiny heartbeats
fall from the scalpel
as i lay
vanquished in post-op
they are scurried into
the autoclave

what a lucky
thing to be
born a scalpel;
it will
shake itself
free will
never
see
or be haunted by
any hopes and dreams

...dreams last
night of
snatching
bassinets from
wildfires and
full inclining
garbage trucks
with tons of
smelted goo,
from hammocks
nearly broken above
bald rocky ground-

but the scalpel,
you wonder?
ah yes.
the scalpel.

it will
traipse along
its merry way
go on to
save lives in
triple bypass,
repair
herniated disks and
remove polyps
as blithely
as it
removes beauty
(as aged women
attempt
to destroy crow's
feet and character-
to look Good!)

but i will always
remember the
heartbeats that i
never heard
the heartbeats
that i hate you for

that you couldn't
wouldn't let me keep.
...it must be nice to be a
scalpel.
it must be nice to be a
man. ]]> amuse https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2071-amuse-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2016-amuse-s-Blog Thu, 02 Nov 2006 21:41:18 GMT until i've seen
the northern
lights i won't
be satisfied
living in my city

until i've eaten
fugu i won't be
sated by sushi

until the forests
return i can't
sunbathe on
your deck
without guilt

when solar-powered
cars are mass
marketed
i may, just may
learn to drive

when beggars
say thank you
instead of cursing
food gifts
(because
they're not silver)
i may pause
to listen

when newborn
babies stop
dying because
their mums
avoid clinics
i will stop caring

until i can dance
on lakes and eat
cake batter
from volcanos
i will believe
in fairy tales

now that
i've heard you
laugh and cry
i believe in you.

after i am
ashes and dust
i'll still entreat you
to help save
marine otters
and giant pandas

until we help
mama earth heal
why should she
feed us? ]]> amuse https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2016-amuse-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2015-amuse-s-Blog Thu, 02 Nov 2006 21:41:18 GMT the hottest chilis leave no trace nor do briar patches leave a mark. yes i can dawdle would as soon the hottest
chilis leave
no trace
nor do briar patches
leave a
mark.

yes i can
dawdle
would as soon
dive in ice
as gather
bouquets

you and i
destroyed
all of me
my defenses
beliefs, hopes,
dreams.

and somehow
created new
strengths.

so i may leave
you now, you know,
because you can
never maim
me again.
it would be
a jolly walk;
i am free.


but no.

no darling.
since you ask,
and i am freer,
i will stay and love you
again, with an
renewed
and indestructible
delight. ]]> amuse https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2015-amuse-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?1987-amuse-s-Blog Thu, 02 Nov 2006 21:41:18 GMT possibly pebbles remember nothing remember time before it began, and the yugas before even matter existed when they were untold quantities... possibly pebbles
remember
nothing remember
time before it began,
and the yugas before
even matter existed

when they were untold
quantities of gas

before they became mountains
where dinosaurs
mated thrashing their tails
trying to escape
inevitable doom
when meteors
displaced them
and turned them
into sanctuaries for
people to pray
to explore
get lost
in before
their caverns
subsided into oceans
or thrust up
from still waters
like newborn babies
peering around
them at 360 degrees of water,
newly wrought
yet capable of sustaining
life.

perhaps pebbles
remember where they
came from where
they are going
why they were transformed
into marbles
why they will become sand
and disappear in some
beachgoer's teeth one
day after a summer
barbecue on the beach
i wonder what
they could teach me
if i could even
comprehend.


...your son informed me
the other day that
i'm his son
"phoned" his "girlfriend"
"Are you on the planet?
Are you coming to pick me up?"
already he knows more
than i ever have,
remembers more than
i ever will,

and i would ask him
about the
secret of pebbles
but he's aging fast
and like them
his silence is building. ]]> amuse https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?1987-amuse-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?1928-amuse-s-Blog Thu, 02 Nov 2006 21:41:18 GMT do you remember?
when we milled around this cobbled
street
bricks overlaying grass, trees dying
'round the city
giving their lives to structures
in the suburbs
we stand here today
on the corner of 11th and
market
the cobbles are gone
replaced by pavement
like amnesia over love
in 100 years not
one of our bodies
will remain
though we may return in
new ones
but will we peep out of their shutters
when we stand on this
street corner
in 2105
or will we go back to our
darkened rooms and quiet hearts? ]]> amuse https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?1928-amuse-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?1925-amuse-s-Blog Thu, 02 Nov 2006 21:41:18 GMT blackened catfish sweet rivers grey ash stampeding through new york corridors blackened catfish sweet
rivers grey ash stampeding through
new york corridors ]]> amuse https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?1925-amuse-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?1911-amuse-s-Blog Thu, 02 Nov 2006 21:41:18 GMT and i say
and i say

anything would've been
easier than
life.

nursing this hematoma
on my heart
praying for strength,
i try to forget
to escape for one
second the smell of
you, your voice,
my pain -

why doesn't pain block the pain?

i wish i knew your secret...
i'm bad at backburning
there are no firebreaks
why can't i stifle
(as you did)
my breath this life. ]]> amuse https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?1911-amuse-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?1904-amuse-s-Blog Thu, 02 Nov 2006 21:41:18 GMT La de da Says la Zebra As she Fastens her Bra getting Ready for Her (Blind) date hoping that Her stripes La de da
Says la
Zebra
As she
Fastens her
Bra getting
Ready for
Her
(Blind) date hoping that
Her stripes
Don't show

[subtext: her date Is blind; could care less what she looks like, but she is tizzified, perched between two colors.] ]]> amuse https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?1904-amuse-s-Blog