The Poet's Corner

[LadyC]

My nose is red,
my toes are blue.
I can't write a poem to save my life.
Can you?

Lordy, I hope so!  LOL  Because if the world of poetry is counting on me to survive, we're all in deep  !

Now if it's limericks we need, I'm your man.    LOL  So to speak...

Welcome, poets!  We have some very talented ones in our ClayManiacs family.  This Sticky's for you!  Share your creations with us, whatever your passion.  

Just one rule here.  Say it with me.  "THIS THREAD IS PG.  KEEP IT CLEAN."

Very good.  

Now ... bring on the Haiku, the Odes, and the Sonnets ...

[Prissy]

I  hope you  won't mind an "instant replay"
Of a poem that was written an earlier day.

This is  my first poem that I posted here
I hope you stll like it and it brings you cheer!



THE MAMMOGRAM MAGAZINE CAPER

As I walked in on that October day,
All of a sudden, I had thoughts of Clay.
The mammogram office did look just the same.
Yet, there was something...twas hard to explain.

Wow! Then it hit me! All those magazines!
Our Clay was in them, waiting to be seen!
So very quickly, I did get busy.
"Don't call my name yet!" (I'm here in a tizzy!)

Newsweek and People and even an Us
Had pictures and words... too much to discuss.
Clay here and Clay there! I was in heaven.
My stack of mags had soon grown to be seven!

I hear my name, so it's time to go back,
And of course with me goes my precious stack.
Into the cubby to change to a smock,
Making quite sure that the door I do lock.

Quickly, through each magazine I do zoom,
(Please, don't knock yet on the door to my room!)
Tearing out only the things about Clay.
(How long do I have? How long can I stay?)

There is a knock, and I have my exam.
Everything's fine, so a big "Thank you, ma'am!"
It's time to change and then be on my way.
So with my Clay stuff, I bid all, "Good day!"

What can I say, and how can I explain?
What is my excuse? Could I be insane?
The mags were old and soon bound for a dump.
I can't bear things about Clay in a lump!

I did my duty. I have no regrets.
I rescued Clay pictures, please do not forget!
If you must judge me, do not be too rash.
But I would do it..again in a flash!!!

Prissy[/size]

[LadyC]

ROFL!  Prissy!!!  

I LOVE IT!

[Prissy]

Since Pamela is planning to combine the FUN STUFF and EXPRESS YOURSELF forums,
I thought my poem  about Pamela's reorganization might be appropriate.
  (This poem was a favorite of Bozena's at the Social.)

Pamela's Reorganization

No, you are not having a
hallucination.
This site here has changed, that's no
exaggeration!

Our wonderful Pam after
deliberation
Created this plan, a re-
organization.

The site is improved with more
unification
And topics arranged for their
localization.

We have great new homes for our
accumulation
Of thoughts and ideas, even
alliteration!

So, please, jump right in, don't feel
intimidation.
These threads are just right for your
specialization.

For all that you do with such
illumination,
To you, Pam, our most sincere
appreciation! [/size]

Prissy

[wil555]

"How Much"

Who'd think you put a candle in my dark?
I bet you never thought that it could be
Well, I don't think you realize
Just how much you really mean to me

You were so surprised when I told you
The look you gave was just what I'd expect
If you'd given it to anyone,
I bet it would have had the same effect.

It took a lot of thinking to decide
That no matter how hard I want to try
I'll never be as special
I'll never light the way
I'll never mean as much to you
As you mean to me

It's cool, I'm glad you know just what you want
I know I'm not the best you'll ever see
Still, I don't think you realize
Just how much you really mean to me

I promise I won't dirty up your trail
I promise I won't forget about your smile
If you remember just how much
You mean to me, just once in a while

It took a lot of thinking to decide
That no matter how hard I want to try
I'll never be as special
I'll never light the way
I'll never mean as much to you
As you mean to me

My  parents always told me, "put yourself in others' shoes"
I thought about it recently, and now I see your views
There are lots of things ahead of you, it's amazing what you'll do
What's even more amazing is I can't be there with you

It took a lot of thinking to decide
That no matter how hard I want to try
I'll never be as special
I'll never light the way
I'll never mean as much to you
As you mean to me


(damndest thing is, I can't remember who I could have written this about...)

Greg

[wil555]

"Snow's Thundering Silence"

Slept until nine
Showered til ten
There's no point in rushing, oh no
Ate at eleven
Tied my shoes at twelve
And walked out into the snow

The snow was gently falling from the stone grey sky
Some people see it dreary, and I don't know why
The sound of the snow falling pounds in my ears
The silence it delivers is all I hear
How can so many snowflakes be so silent?
The millions fall pounding on the ground
The most beautiful thing you'll ever hear, as long as you're around
Is the snow's thundering silence, that's the sound.

Sauntered at one
Meandered at two
Watching the snow tumble down
If I stand at two thirty
I'll be buried by three,
Best keep moving on

I never saw the sun rise on this snowy day
I doubt I'll see it set here, anyway
It's just a day without an end in sight
And then the darkness turns right into night
It's amazing how the snow has stayed
It's amazing the song the snow has played
The most beautiful thing you'll ever hear, as long as you're around
Is the snow's thundering silence, that's the sound.

Turned home at four
In at five
Watched the night come
And the snowflakes die
It's amazing how the snow has stayed
It's amazing the song the snow has played
The most beautiful thing you'll ever hear, as long as you're around
Is the snow's thundering silence, that's the sound.

[wil555]

"Locking Up The Door"

We've had our ups and downs
We've seen the sky and we've seen the ground
We floated somewhere in between
I always felt that you'd be there
You almost were too much to bear
Your promises I haven't seen

You don't dream of me at night
I don't see me in your eyes
All talk, no walk, so why
Should I wait for us to die?

I'm tired of wasting time thinking you'll return
It's just not worth these stupid thoughts, and now I've learned
I'm done with this
I'm locking up the door

You said you'd love me 'til you died
Now isn't it true you're still alive?
Or have your lies come back to you?
It's not your fault, I will admit
I should have known better than this
Since I have better things to do

Then dream of you at night
When I'm not in your eyes
All talk, no walk, so why
Should I wait for us to die?

I'm tired of wasting time thinking you'll return
It's just not worth these stupid thoughts, and now I've learned
I'm done with this
I'm locking up the door

Run to me, if you please
But I won't stand there patiently
I've done that more than you will know
It's come crashing down, a whole new low,
The sun will shine, the snow will melt
The feelings now aren't feelings felt
The rain has stopped, the clouds did break,
No dreams of you, I'm now awake.

I'm locking up the door
I'm locking up the door
No feelings anymore
I'm locking up the door

(I wrote this about a friend of mine who just ignored me constantly, and I got fed up...one of her favorite songs was "Run To Me," see if you can catch that inside this song. :P)

Greg

[LadyC]

Greggy!!!!!

OMG!  I have missed you so much!     How are you?!?!


As always, very lyrical and beautifully written.  You have a way of making me forget where I am.  I just get lost in the words and the emotions.  Thank you for sharing.

[LadyC]

This lovely piece was written by Yukino. I moved it up here so it wouldn't fall off the board and eventually into cyber oblivion.

The imagery is vivid and I just had to smile as I read it.  Reminds me of my daughter, actually.  Clever title, too.

Pixie Chick

She wore shimmering wings
Made of nylon and wire
Wishing they were real
Longing for pointed ears and pale-green skin
As she twirled around her room
Pausing occasionally to beam at her reflection
In the vanity mirror
While blasting Russian pop
On her James Bond stereo
And chomping peppermint gum
She thought fondly of a gorgeous balladeer
Blowing kisses to the picture of him
Above her four-poster bed
Hoping that someday he’d love her too

[LadyC]

Another beautiful piece by Yukino.  

This poem refers to intimacy.  It is not lude or crude in any way.  It's tastefully and wonderfully written, however it is more of an adult piece.

So - if that may bother you, scroll away.  Otherwise, enjoy!

Desire

She longed to wrap her arms around him and gently pull him close
So that she could feel his skin against hers
And find out if he really smelt like cinnamon
The mere thought of him tracing her body with his fingertips
Made her ache with desire
She wanted to gaze into his verdant eyes, alive with love
And kiss his luscious lips
They would drown in cotton sheets and passion
She wanted to touch him, not because it was pleasurable
Or because he was beautiful
But to express that she loved him
As a woman loved a man

[Pamela]

Since Pamela is planning to combine the FUN STUFF and EXPRESS YOURSELF forums,
I thought my poem  about Pamela's reorganization might be appropriate.
  (This poem was a favorite of Bozena's at the Social.)

Pamela's Reorganization

No, you are not having a
hallucination.
This site here has changed, that's no
exaggeration!

Prissy I remember this!  It cracked me up.  I do love change, you know?
Shaking things up a little bit can be fun!

Thanks for the flashback!

[Pamela]

Run to me, if you please
But I won't stand there patiently
I've done that more than you will know
It's come crashing down, a whole new low,
The sun will shine, the snow will melt
The feelings now aren't feelings felt
The rain has stopped, the clouds did break,
No dreams of you, I'm now awake.

I'm locking up the door
I'm locking up the door
No feelings anymore
I'm locking up the door

Greg, this would be amazing set to music.  But you've probably already done that, haven't you!  I hope so.  It's good.

[Pamela]

She wore shimmering wings
Made of nylon and wire
Wishing they were real
Longing for pointed ears and pale-green skin
As she twirled around her room
Pausing occasionally to beam at her reflection
In the vanity mirror
While blasting Russian pop
On her James Bond stereo
And chomping peppermint gum
She thought fondly of a gorgeous balladeer
Blowing kisses to the picture of him
Above her four-poster bed
Hoping that someday he’d love her too

I had to quote the whole thing....it's just illuminating because I was once that girl.   It's wonderful yukino - thank you for sharing it with us.

[ydebi]

"Always in my heart"

This feeling of being invisible,
is filling up my mind,
I feel as if i was lost,
all eyes would suddenly be blind.

This feeling of being alone,
leaves my heart feeling sad,
 then i think about you,
and other friends that I have had.

This feeling that noone see
the pain I feel today,
this feeling of being invisible,
just will not go away.

this desire I have within my soul,
to share all it is a have.
will never equal the comfort
you always so willingly gave.

the feeling  I have deep in my mind,
of who i really am,
Am I really being honest,
Am I doing all I can?

This feeling coming over me,
that I do not really see,
what other people think,
and what they see in me.

This feeling of being invisible,
Is tearing me apart,
But still I want you all to know,
You are always in my heart.

[claytonsmyccf]

Woohoo *runs to find poem* I believe this was one of my first poems I posted--

Clay's poem

You fought a long battle,
But not one long enough,
Cause your not you,
Your the same on the inside,
Just diffrent on the out,
But still i have to ask,
So why did you have to change on the outside?
I just don't understand,
Why couldn't everyone see,
Yes there were some exactly like me,
That didn't need anything else from the beginning,
That knew what you were about,
Even before you said a thing,
And knew you were almost like everyone else,
Even if no one wanted you to be,
You were nice, sweet, and kind,
Though you did not look that fine,
But in my book that was fine,
Why couldn't you have just stayed the same?
Cause then you could have been just mine.


Have some more... Not sure if all are saved on my computer though!

[Prissy]

Greg, Debi, and Kimmy,

Your poems are all so special and meaningful.  I admire how you put your feelings into words.   Very poignant!!

I may try to write some serious poems.   I'm going to occasionally slip in a poem that I've already written that's in Express Yourself.  

This is one of my more serious Clay poems:

THAT VOICE

There is a voice that's in my head
And in my heart each day.
It reaches deep within my soul;
That voice belongs to Clay.

It was more than a year ago
That voice first made its way
Into the hearts of countless fans
And made them want to say:

"This is the voice we want to hear,
The albums we will play.
And concerts are a must for us,
The cost we'll gladly pay."

At times, the critics were so harsh!
The voice they gave a "Nay!"
Yet, there were those who came around
But some, we could not sway.

Each night I pray for man and voice,
While in my bed I lay;
That God will give His special love
To keep them from harm's way.

For there's a voice that's in my head
And in my heart each day.
It reaches deep within my soul;
That voice belongs to Clay.[/size]

Prissy

[Pamela]

Prissy, you should send that Clay, it's very good!

They are all great, you are all very talented.  I enjoy reading your "stuff!"  Keep it coming!

[LadyC]

Prissy, you should send that Clay, it's very good!

I second that!  Well done, as always, Prissy.  I imagine Clay would love it.

[wil555]

Prissy - I love it! Way to think up all those "ay" words. :D

I'm gonna write a couplet about the house we're staying in...my aunt bought it last year, and it's down the lake from our family cottage that we normally stay at.

This house is paradise, but as for me,
I prefer a rustic cottage full of dusty debris.

W00t for poetry off the cuff. :P

[LadyC]

I'm gonna write a couplet about the house we're staying in...my aunt bought it last year, and it's down the lake from our family cottage that we normally stay at.

This house is paradise, but as for me,
I prefer a rustic cottage full of dusty debris.

Bring it on, Greg.  I'm looking forward to it.