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thebakerliteline
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Location: Cowes U.K.

Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 10:03 am Post subject: Poets and Writers Corner

Anyone who has read Gil's Poetry on site will know why I have created this Corner. However knowing what a diverse and talented lot you are I thought we might extend the poetry to stories too (Not funnies thanks) I write poetry when I'm uptight and this comes from four years back when trying to leave Hospital after my Heart Attack..... The Treadmill High Noon was at 3 o'clock. I was escorted by the deputy sheriff to the appointed room. There it was - in the corner - A large black conveyor belt with handrails to front and sides. I was attached to an array of electrical tendrils Secured by a safety belt to my waist. Contact! - the computer whined into life And send zig-zag patterns across the screen. "That tells us your hearts working' said the girl, That's a relief I said. 'We’ll wait for the cardiologist said the girl, "He likes to watch his victims suffer personally.’ He arrived and I was led to the block. My wires carefully spread over the bars. 'In your own time' said the girl. No chance! I thought as the treadmill sped promptly Into a walking speed I hadn't had for ten years. "Big strides, please' - 'I don't do big strides' I muttered. 'Head up' I gazed at a picture of mountains With a river at the base And decided I would try and imagine walking there. 'You're halfway' said the voice, 'Now we're going uphill'. It turned out to be 1 in 4. I seriously thought about sending them pictures of low hills, Their mountain seemed too much for me! 'How do you feel?' I reflected on this question - My heart didn't hurt, but my legs - They were doing an impression - Of my favourite orange jelly, Lumpy and wobbly! 'Do you want to stop' 'No - but my legs are tired!' My steps had become automated – Robot Ian plodded solidly Like a diesel engine up Everest. Tingggggg! - End of round. 'Well done! 'You’ve done the entire 6 minutes - And no passes.' I was surrounded by smiles. I stood for a minute while they recorded Further scribble and gobbledy-gook from the printer. After sitting down my Star Trek Borg attachments were removed I felt like a sack of potatoes! I was told I could go home, With lots of, ‘but not this or that, Appointments and further tests' But I could go home. I returned shuffling in my slippers to the ward. I passed the news to the escape committee - 'I'm out on health grounds!' Jealous faces tried to be pleased for me And we said goodbye like it was the end of school. 'Would you mind putting your stuff in the corridor? We need the bed urgently’ Said a nurse. As I left I passed me Waiting to take up the corner bed. This time I was younger - Long haired and with skin A bright yellow colour. Hospital never stops. A green car rolled into the car park, I was going home, Praise the Lord. ©Probiang 2004 _________________ . http://probiang.multiply.com Last edited by thebakerliteline on Mon Apr 14, 2008 4:57 pm; edited 2 times in total

gilinAZ
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Joined: 21 May 2007
Posts: 1079
Location: Tempe, Arizona

Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 12:41 pm Post subject:

Here's my next love poem.... The Proof Of Love by Charles Gilbert What must I do to win your love? Must I always reach to the sky above? How can I prove the way that I feel So you know for sure that my love is real? How many times are you on my mind? How many stars in the sky do you find? How many times do I wish you were near? Each time that I am away from you, dear. How great can the love for one person be? How much water is there in the sea? How much longer will my love for you last? Until the last hour of time is past. My love is vast, my love is permanent As all the stars which lie in the firmament. _________________ Gil

robotgirl
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Location: Australia

Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 7:41 pm Post subject:

This is a good idea, Ian. Thanks for this. And thanks for sharing. I still read through the ones Jim and I have at home of yours and enjoy your thoughts. Thanks too Gil for continuing to share.

gilinAZ
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Posts: 1079
Location: Tempe, Arizona

Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 1:01 am Post subject:

Here's another poem... To My Wonderful One By Charles Gilbert How is the most beautiful girl in the world today? Does she know that I miss her when she's away? How is the girl with the beautiful eyes? They sparkle like diamonds that hypnotize. Oh, if she only knew that right from the start How she's won me over and captured my heart. She has such a kind face and beautiful smile That I wish I could capture and keep for awhile. She carries herself with elegant grace, There is nothing but kindness in her beautiful face. If she could look in my heart, she surely would see That she means everything in the world to me. The greatest gift she could ever give- Since I met her, I have started to live. _________________ Gil

Axeman
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Joined: 20 Sep 2007
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Location: Sunny and friendly Kansas City

Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 6:34 pm Post subject: Another budding poet

I keep TELLING people I don't know why I'm called "Axeman" -- here's more proof, a little thing I wrote for Mrs A. for our 10th wedding anniversary In your eyes… In your eyes I see reflected a thousand images of our life together. Every day has left its own trace, it's unique special moments; brought to memory and lovingly treasured with each glance. In your eyes I search for some clue which would explain your continued love…your devotion. I have captured you, but I don't know how. And every touch reaffirms the daily miracle of your presence at my side In your eyes I am protected from the world, safe to be…safe to reach. Ours is an adventure, an exploration: sharing what is, building what will be. And here is the great mystery: In giving away my life, my dreams, in giving them to you, they are sheltered, increased and returned. And I know I shall be lost forever in your eyes _________________ "We can't solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them." --- Albert Einstein

EasyAce
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Location: Henderson, Nevada

Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 2:58 am Post subject:

Two of my most recent, for whatever they're worth... -------------------- Questions and Answers Down the sunshine-painted hill where the palms wave in the wind I walked slowly to the corner in spite of the shape I was in. Two signals ran their colours and two wagons crossed their wheels and their drivers walked uninjured toward the church bell's rusty peal. Whatever my questions the answers I almost feared so I put them back in my pocket and continued to the melting pier. Up the moonlight-painted bulkhead where the ocean threw a shower I walked slowly facing shore in spite of the paralysed hour. One lighthouse called thunder and the other called eight bells while their keepers walked unflustered to the imaginary wishing well. And whatever my questions the answers I almost feared so I put them back in my pocket and continued to the melting pier. On the music-painted balcony where the muffled horns blow I was dancing with a fellow fool in spite of history's undertow. She buried herself in my shoulders I buried myself in her hair and the rhythm bound us hipside though the melody disappeared. And whatever my questions the answers I almost feared so I put them back in my pocket and continued to the melting pier. Listening Hours I listened to the midnight hour clap its hands across the face of a clock across a woven street with its numbers out of place. The song I didn't recognise had the message that I did. You can tell me that I told you so when I tumble out of bed. Don't be cruel to my kindness when you gently slide away. I didn't mean to leave you hanging you didn't know I wanted to stay. I listened to the morning drive soil the air and stain the waves on the threshold of the knitted shore where cool waters I wanted save. And the song I didn't recognise asked a question that I did. You can say my answer wasn't clear but that wasn't all I said. Don't be cruel to my kindness when you gently slide away. I didn't mean to leave you hanging you didn't know I wanted to stay. And I listened to the after hours in a soundproof, hollow stone carved by centuries, shaped by tears when the ocean rolled alone. And the song I didn't recognise played a coda that I did. You can say I missed the second play through the walls inside my head. Don't be cruel to my kindness when you gently slide away. I didn't mean to leave you hanging you didn't know I wanted to stay. _________________ ------------------------------------------------------ You were expecting maybe George W. Borscht?

EasyAce
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Location: Henderson, Nevada

Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 3:36 am Post subject:

And, two more very recent efforts . . . So Still So still, deceptive water keeping secrets never drowned So still, receptive daughter trading places with the clown whose laughter slices midnight and whose tears spread the sauce on uncast ceremonial bread baked short with leaven’s cost. Now pound piano keys and chords Now strike guitar strings’ cries And grind the backbeat finely while the choir melts the skies. So calm, injected bulkhead holds confessions to its mast So calm, objective sister trading places with the cast of a play whose story’s everyone’s but whose punch line can’t be owned by just any comic baker baking short with leaven’s drone. Now pound piano keys and chords Now strike guitar strings’ cries And grind the backbeat finely while the choir melts the skies. So clear, respected trawler sailing lanes untouched by lies So clear, refracting mother shielding children, painting tides in the shades whose comfort’s anyone’s but whose warmth can’t be controlled by the fool who cheats the feeding baking weak with leaven’s toll. Now pound piano keys and chords Now strike guitar strings’ cries And grind the backbeat finely while the choir melts the skies. Daydream's Nightmare In the sweetest daydream’s nightmare with my slumber burning leaves turning colours into blackened ash turning whispers into screams, I saw just our truth dissolving into fear’s so shameless lies. Would that I could sail back out to sea for the truth I’ve paralysed. I should have listened closely to the proper melody. Now the notes play witless noises and the conductor was only me. And I built a wall of dead refrain while you sat too proud to cry. All you asked of me was patience but I was asking not to die a death not in my destiny from a life we’ve yet to try. Would that I could sail back out to sea to reclaim our proper time. I should have listened closely to the proper melody. Now the notes play witless noises and the conductor was only me. How the bluster in the wind is lightened when the weight blows through your heart with debris of refound losses ending one too many starts. I have no reason to have questioned you when the answers were so plain. Would that I could sail back out to sea to find us all over again. I should have listened closely to the real melody. Now the notes play witless noises and the conductor was only me. ----------------------------------- Well, I tried again . . . _________________ ------------------------------------------------------ You were expecting maybe George W. Borscht?

robotgirl
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Location: Australia

Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 12:48 am Post subject:

I'm really enjoying reading these. Thanks everyone for sharing.

tflynn
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Location: Hong Kong

Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 11:27 pm Post subject:

This is rather silly. Something I made up to tease my son with when he was about 3 or 4yo... My little son He's so great When we go fishing I can use him as bait Tie him to the line Throw him in the water Then I have to go Get myself a daughter Had a lot of laughs and good times with that and a few others Terry _________________ If a man is alone in the woods, and he speaks, and no woman hears him - is he still wrong?

EasyAce
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Location: Henderson, Nevada

Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 1:58 am Post subject:

tflynn wrote:

Had a lot of laughs and good times with that and a few others Smile

Terry

Thank you, Ogden Nash! Wink

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latriv
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Joined: 27 Sep 2007
Posts: 8
Location: Molalla, Oregon

Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 7:35 am Post subject:

My grandfather had a silly little rhyme he used to tell me every time we ate peas. I eat my peas with honey I've done so all my life It makes the peas taste funny But it keeps them on my knife _________________ latriv mediamax=latriv10 multiply= http://latriv.multiply.com

grimaud
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Location: Alaska

Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 10:49 pm Post subject:

I am enjoying these. I really like the mix of serious/beautiful and fun/silly that are being posted. Good stuff! _________________ MM ID: findeddie2

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