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#16 Vivienne_DuBois

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Posted 26 February 2006 - 03:05 PM

Wow. What fabulous talent I see in the poems submitted here.

I'm a writer. Currently, I am working on a research-based book. But, my main-stay is poetry and novelettes.

I will post two of my latest poems, here. Both are written for two points in my life that haunt me.


The Illumination on an Avenue in Montmartre

There was a sort of magic in the air that night
The streets were illuminated by stardust reflected
Upon snowflakes as they fell towards the wet street
And, music, soft music, moved forth from some
Forgotten nightclub on the corner its windows
Shrouded in red chiffon lit from behind with
Stardust

“I want to teach you things,” he said as we
Languidly strolled through the snowy incandescence
“I want you to know what I know,” he muttered
Dragging on a cigarette, exhaling, corrupting the falling
Snowflakes as he went along. “You’re so small…”
He whispered and blankly stared ahead through
The snow

“You are as I see you and I weep for this
Because I am not over the vision I once perceived
You to be.” The snow blanketed me in an ethereal
Shroud… “You’re so small and you cry for the pain
Within. You weep because it seems nothing can
Be as you want it to be.” The music and stardust
Sang along.

“You’re so tiny, like snowflakes, gentle, fragile, more
Illuminating than the rains in Spring…” Snow drops
Nestled themselves upon my boots clicking their heels
Upon the pavement so wet from the deaths of the
Snowflakes. “Your hands feel cold to the touch, you
Don’t seem to know your own smallness and you weep
For this.”

(Vivienne O'Shea - 2005)

#17 Vivienne_DuBois

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Posted 26 February 2006 - 03:21 PM

I wrote this poem expressly for cathartic purposes, only. Not for publication.

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Your hair was red-gold in the sunlight
Though, I rarely ever saw you there
In the light. There were shadows
Everywhere. And, a certain intensity
In the air. Stifling or hot. I don't know.
I cannot recall. But, there was a certain
Coldness and understanding. We could
Look into each others eyes. But, turned
Away from the horrors we found there.
We would laugh to fight the depths there.

Your scars moved when you smiled.
And, you would talk of killing very
Easily. Like you were acting out a
Play you played long ago by yourself
By the light of the Chinese lanterns in
Your loft. While the street lights and
Car lights and sirens blazing in the
Confining heat of a New York City
Summer night seemed to move the
Anger within you. You turned it out
Onto me. You turned on her. She
Was fragile like glass and she trusted
You. She trusted. You. That is all
There ever was, wasn't it? Figments
On the gauzy curtains in a campus town.

You were disgusted by my feeble attempts
At gaining your love. At getting to you.
At wading through the horror in the depths.
Dragging me along icy sidewalks. I
Was trying to keep up as best I could in
Vintage heels and a twisted garter. I
Didn't need anything, then. But, perhaps
That was too much. You took
Everything from me. I shattered, shards
Everywhere...while the strange song played...
"the shallow-drowned lose less than we..."
As you fought me. Fought to retain me.
Fought to gain me. Fought for what you
Perceived to be rightfully yours. And, I
Refused to let you take from me then
That last shred of my shards. And, then
You told me that I was crazy.

Perhaps, everything is wrong with me.
Perhaps, I have an instability and inability
To truly be analytical about anything. Perhaps,
I act only on my heart's desires. Perhaps,
There is a physical malfunction
Somewhere within me. Perhaps, I am
Wrong. I know that I have moments.
Only God knows how much I suffer to try.
Nobody watches as I wrestle with the demons
In my dreams. Or, as they close in during
The day. It has all left me tired. And,
Full of illusions.

Your scars moved when you smiled.
And, your hair was red-gold in the sunlight.

(Vivienne O'Shea - 2005)

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Posted 26 February 2006 - 05:57 PM

These are GREAT you guys!! :weeee:
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Posted 26 February 2006 - 10:40 PM

My daughter had to write a poem for school. I'm quite proud of her first attempt, and she even rhymes *teary* (old joke for those who are wondering, I have a hard time not rhyming my poems :D )


Almost every night, when I snuggle into bed
I hear noises, then I wonder, is it just inside my head?

I pull the covers up and hold them tight up to my neck
Could there be a monster, in my closet, what the heck?

Is he fun or friendly, or is he mean and scary?
Is he smooth or bald, or is he rough and hairy?

Is he very quiet, or does he like to roar?
Who knows what danger lurks, beyond the closet door.

As I lay there in the dark, I really start to think
Would colour could this monster be, purple, blue, or pink?

Does he have a spiky back, or horns upon his head?
Does he have razor teeth, or even eyes of red?

Is he going to come and get me?
Or is he there to just protect me?

I see a shadow and then some fur
And then I hear a gentle purr.

Then my closet door opens a crack,
Something walks out, Hey look! It's my cat!



Omg, the rhyme doesnt fall far from the tree :P You really should be proud Justa, shes definately very creative and talented, just like her daddy ;)

Vivienne, those are just amazingly vivid :)
Either write things worth reading,
Or do things worth the writing.




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Posted 28 February 2006 - 04:28 PM

:) beautiful poems
I enjoyed then very much
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Where the river flows
and the sun makes love to the sea,
burning it´s golden chores
There, you will always find me.
Loving you so strong.
Watching our favorite star,
chasing after the moon
playing in the dark sky
I will be waiting for you.

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Posted 21 March 2006 - 04:31 PM

I'm sure there is probably a place here already with poems. I just couldn't find it.

I wrote this one today. I hope you enjoy.
Dave

We soldiers, seamen, airmen and marines know freedom is not free.
We were not there when our child was born and we missed the first scraped knee.
We silently wish we were home snuggled tightly with you in our bed.
We are fighting our country’s battles instead.
We hope you never have to experience what we see.
We soldiers, seamen, airmen and marines know freedom is not free.

Our spouses wait and worry, our children do not understand.
Our enemies are many, those who would take over our land.
Our heritage is strong; it was passed down from our roots.
Our families support us; many have served in our boots.
Our goals are transparent to my fellow servicemen and me.
Our only desire is to come home to a land that’s free.

You say the reason we are in Iraq is a lie.
You say too many Americans will die.
You say what you want and that is your right.
You can say that because I will stand up and fight.
You say the money could be better spent.
You say that while I live in a tent.

I say; how many 9-11’s will it take before you see?
I say freedom is not free.
I say there are people who don’t care.
I say there are people who don’t play fair.
I say, without us where would you be?
I say, living in fear and tyranny.

You can criticize our government without fear.
You can accumulate things you hold dear.
You can believe our courts are unfair.
You can travel anywhere.
You can complain and protest.
You can then go home and rest.

I ask you to look around and see.
I ask you to imagine only poverty.
I ask you to remember the starving child in Africa to whom we send aide.
I ask you why the government bribes need to be paid.
I ask you to see police on the corners with their automatic weapons held near.
I ask you would the power of judge, jury and executioner make you live in fear.

Remember the Taliban in Afghanistan
Remember the nuclear program in Iran
Remember Kim Il Jung and Tiananmen Square.
Remember nails bomb in Egypt aimed at tourists there.
Remember the bombings in Kenya and Saudi and Iraq.
Remember 9-11 when our country was attacked.

We soldiers, seamen, airmen and marines know freedom is not free.
We know the sacrifices we have made for both you and me.
We will continue to do so as long as we can draw a breath
We will only stop upon our death.
We hope you never have to see what we see.
We soldiers, seamen, airmen and marines know freedom is not free
Once I get there, there is somewhere else.Is it the beginning of the end or the end of the beginning?

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Posted 21 March 2006 - 04:47 PM

Very nice.
Just a heads up...we have an ongoing poem thread if you would like to check it out.
http://www.ghostvill...=11333&hl=Poems
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Posted 21 March 2006 - 04:49 PM

Hey you can merge it with that one if you want, I looked but didn't find it. Thanks
Once I get there, there is somewhere else.Is it the beginning of the end or the end of the beginning?

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Posted 21 March 2006 - 04:52 PM

I found and merged, wanted to make that clear so no one came by later and was confused.
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Posted 21 March 2006 - 09:47 PM

Thats a very powerful poem Dave :blush:
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Posted 22 March 2006 - 03:48 AM

I haven't written any poetry in a long time, just had the urge to do it today. Thanks

I just want you to know though now I am retired form the Air Force.

I have friends in Afghanistan and Iraq.
My sole wish is for them to make it back.
I appreciate what they do.
For I have been there too.
Once I get there, there is somewhere else.Is it the beginning of the end or the end of the beginning?

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Posted 23 March 2006 - 09:04 PM

that is beautiful!

Here is another one of mine.

My world hasn't bee the same while you've been away.
When your'e sitting in your living room look across to that table.
There is sits your computer.
This is where we met.
Do you miss me?
When you look at it do you wonder how I am?
I look at mine and miss you terribly.
Can you feel me reach out to you>
In such a short itme you had my attention.
In such a short time you had my heart.
Now I see a screen cold and uninviting.
Come back an make it warm and inviting.

Here is another one.

Those beautiful warm brown eyes.
How do you see your world?
Your hearing so fragile.
You appreciate each shound you hear.
The birds in early moring to crickets on a summer night.
The sound of meat cooking on your grill.
That tongue that you stick out as a joke.
The tastes you love.
Barbque sauce, onions and peppers.
A refreshing iced tea or shot of burbon.
Ah this makes those lips smile.
Large hands that work hard every day to earn you living.
Long hours except Fridays!
Always wanting to better yourself.
Taking courses for advancement.
A smiple living man.
You are no longer just a name on the screen.
You are the man I love.
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Posted 23 March 2006 - 09:46 PM

Those are fantastic Mist :D
Is it Peeps season yet?Gallon of citronella oil--$5.95Having said oil blessed by local Catholic priest--FreeThe look on a psychic vampires face after you douse it with blessed oil and call it a psychic mosquito--Priceless!!!There are some things money can't buy...A good imagination is one of them

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Posted 24 March 2006 - 08:22 AM

type Osssssssss shouldn't have typed so late and in such a hurry last night. Thanks.
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Posted 24 March 2006 - 10:22 AM

Mist girl, like I've said before, you have a really lovely style. :headbang:

We hope you never have to see what we see.
We soldiers, seamen, airmen and marines know freedom is not free


Amen to that Davey baby, well done :clap:

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