The Poet's Corner

[Pamela]

How I'd love
To crawl into your soul
To discover your secrets
To see emotions untold

How I'd love
To unmask your smile
To see it's true light
To know if it's worth the fight

How I'd love
To gaze into your eyes
To find out what they're hiding
To know every tear you cry

How I'd love
To be held in your arms
To know that you'll protect me
To find you set me free

I agree with Tammy - this is beautiful Tory!  As is your other poem as well.  I love it when you all get inspired!

I always want to encourage everyone who feels the passion to put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard!) because I think it's good for the soul.  I really don't think there is such a thing as "bad poetry" - it's like art, it's all subjective.  Some we may relate to more than others, but all of them are a reflection of our thoughts and feelings at a particular time.

Keep that in mind if I ever decide to share any of my poems!! 

[Pamela]

This is my Val Day poem to Clay from back in 2004! I had to search for a full hour to find it in one of the old BLPT archive threads. 

Will You

The music starts
And you reach out
My heart beats harder
There’s no doubt
You draw me close
I take your hand
You know your wish
Is my command       
I feel your breath
Across my ear
It is the only
Sound I hear
You sing to me
With words so sweet
My thoughts all scattered
Become complete
Your voice it reaches
deep inside me
Holds my heart
And helps to guide me
I take your hand
look in your eyes
What I say next
is no surprise
You touched my soul
With love divine

Will you be my
Valentine?

[tamaraluvs]

This is my Val Day poem to Clay from back in 2004! I had to search for a full hour to find it in one of the old BLPT archive threads. 

Will You

The music starts
And you reach out
My heart beats harder
There’s no doubt
You draw me close
I take your hand
You know your wish
Is my command       
I feel your breath
Across my ear
It is the only
Sound I hear
You sing to me
With words so sweet
My thoughts all scattered
Become complete
Your voice it reaches
deep inside me
Holds my heart
And helps to guide me
I take your hand
look in your eyes
What I say next
is no surprise
You touched my soul
With love divine

Will you be my
Valentine?

Pamela that is so cute!!  I like it!

[LadyC]

Tory - Beautiful, descriptive poems!  Rich with the imagery, which is something that always makes poetry attractive to me.  I hope you write more.

Pammy - You little ball of surprises!!!  Administrator.  Jewelry maker.  Diplomat.     And now poet!!!  Check you out!    Seriously though - your poem is really very pretty!  I love it. 

[writer365]

Okay, so I just wrote this and it has nothing to do wiht Clay, so I hope no one gets upset that I'm posting it here. I'd just really like some feedback on it.

While Reading a Novel

Words on the paper stare at me
While re-writing and inverting themselves
I cannot reach in and
Pull...something...out
They move too fast -
Jumbling inside my brain
I cannot be like her and read really fast
The words move faster than I do
So I have to
Slow
Down
And make them hold still
Sometimes it takes tries
Sometimes
My brain only comprehends words
When it hears them

[Clays Cashew]

Tory, the poems don't have to be about Clay, write what you want.

I really liked the poem. It really kind of shows the struggle of someone reading. I loved the :

Slow
Down

It just kind of . . . I don't know. It made me slow down with your poem, and put that struggle with reading a novel more . . . there? I'm not sure, I hope you know what I mean. I'm not much of a poem writer, more of an admirer, so I'm quite the lurker here. Anyhoo, I really liked it.

Love all the poems here.

Yukino, you can put such emotion in your poems. I love it.

Pamela, you can do anything, can't you?

As said, I'm not much of a poem writer, though I write little rhyming ones, which are just kind of dumb. Since it was St. Patricks Day on Saturday, here's my St. Patricks Day poem from 2005:

A Happy St. Patty's Day To You,
Where everyone's a wee bit Irish.
Where everyone get's a bit tipsy,
And has a corn beef and hash dish.

But my St. Patty's Day,
Was a bit different today.
I went to my 1oclock class,
But something was a bit astray.

There was no one there,
Not a teacher or student in sight.
But there was one person that I noticed,
But he didn't seem quite right.

He was wearing a green outfit,
Top hat and all.
He even had an orange beard,
. . . But he wasn't at all tall.

He did a little jig,
And jumped up on the table.
He gave me a little bow,
He looked as if he was from a fable.

"Ah lass,
Why're you here on such a fine day?"
The little man asked with glee.
"It's so sunny, go out and play!"

"But where's my class?"
I ask the green little man,
"We were doing color wheels,
And I was making mine into a fan."

"Ah, you shouldn't worry young one,"
He said in his chipper tone.
"All is well on St. Patty's Day,
I let everyone go, so they wouldn't be alone."

"But that doesn't make sense."
I start to argue with him,
"It looks as if I'm here last,
So not being alone is looking quite grim."

With his hand,
He motioned for me to come near.
And with the gentlest voice,
He started whispering in my ear.

"Now don't say that lass.
Everyone's has some luck on this day.
And an Irish girl like yourself,
will have even more luck, they say."

I looked at him,
But with a clap of his hands,
He was gone in a heartbeat.
Making me stuck where I stand.

I looked everywhere,
For the little Irish man.
With out any luck,
I left the class with out a plan.

I started wandering around,
Thinking where ever I went.
"Am I going crazy or in the end,
Did he sound like he had a southern accent?"

Come to think of it,
He didn't really have a beard.
It was more stubbly,
It's a little bit weird.

But he had such green eyes,
They just sparkled and shined.
And when he did his jig,
He did a bit of a small grind.

As I was thinking,
I didn't notice where I was going.
Pretty soon I fall to the ground,
I had run into someone without even knowing.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!
Did I hurt you at all?
Did you scrape a knee or break a bone?
Is there someone I should call?!"

I shake my head, thinking that I've gone crazy,
Hearing a southern drawl that I thought I knew.
But it couldn't really be,
So I take my chance, and look up to see who. . .

"Clay Aiken?!" I say shocked.
He giggles a bit, and does a nod.
This really was crazy, and my lucky day,
But why is he here, it's really very odd.

He bends down,
And offers me a hand.
I do a little blush,
And take the offered hand.

"What are you doing here?
In Minnesota of all places?"
I ask, him still holding my hand,
My heart just races.

"Well, I'm on Unicef duties,
And I heard good things about the MIA.
I have some time, so I thought I'd check it out,
So here I am on this lovely sunny day."

I stare for a second,
And then start to smile.
He smiles right back,
Oh, my heart feels like I just ran the mile!

"Would you like to show me around?"
He asks in a gentle way.
"I'd love to."
I say in a shy, blushing way.

He asked me my name,
Him still holding on.
I said Carla,
He said, 'Beautiful', & I was gone.

What a lucky day it's been,
Meeting Clay and all.
We had so much fun,
We had such a ball!

I never found out,
What happened to the little man.
For all I know,
He may have hidden in the trash can.

I couldn't help but notice,
Clay's eyes shined so much.
And it looked like he hadn't shaven,
But I'd forgotten when out of nowhere he did the shirt clutch.

Have a Happy St. Patty's Day,
And may all your wishes come true.
Take advice from little green men,
They just may give you the right clue.

HAPPY ST. PATRICKS DAY!!!

Yeah. Dumb, isn't it? Some of that did happen. It was St. Patricks Day, I went to class and there was no one there. Didn't really notice until class really should have started (was working on something). So, go and check my email, and turns out that all the teachers were doing junior review, so no class that day. So I wrote that poem. Aww, the memories. I really wish I met Clay that day.

Hope you like my weird little poem.

Carla

[yukino]

Hello fellow Claymaniacs!

     I have a new masterpiece-lol! =P Here it is:

"Ode to the Gorgeousness of Jonathan Pyo"

Soft, dark hair
Lovely tan skin
That I long to feel against mine
Slanted brown eyes
So beautiful in their own way
Adorable smile
That it what I see
When I look at you
My darling

xoxoxo,
Yukino 

[writer365]

Tory, the poems don't have to be about Clay, write what you want.

I really liked the poem. It really kind of shows the struggle of someone reading. I loved the :

Slow
Down

It just kind of . . . I don't know. It made me slow down with your poem, and put that struggle with reading a novel more . . . there? I'm not sure, I hope you know what I mean. I'm not much of a poem writer, more of an admirer, so I'm quite the lurker here. Anyhoo, I really liked it.


Carla

Thanks. It's actually about my struggle with being slightly dyslexic. But I'm really happy you were able to relate to it too. I loved your poem too! It wasn't silly at all.

[Pamela]

I loved your poem Tory, because I can relate!  I think for anyone who loves to write - being "blocked" is annoying and it does try our patience. For whatever reason!

Thanks tamaraluvs and everyone else for your comments!  My creative writings tend to the happy or humorous side...if I ever do write something "serious," I usually keep it close.

Carla, your St Pattty's day poem was fun! And you're exactly right - creative verse posted here does not have to be about Clay - it can be about anything.

Speaking of which, my friend 'Paleoanth' posts on a low carb nutrition forum. She loves the board, but as with all online communities, there are some people there that are annoying to her.    There is one man in particular with whom she always ends up sparring verbally.  He recently posted this poem.  Following it is her reply to him.  And following that, is my reply. 

OK, this MORON posted this poem on my low carb board.  This is the poem and my response to it. Feel free to share a response as well!

Real Women
by Jim Love

I remember when women wore gloves,
Stilettos, high heels.
Wore garters with stockings.
Had breasts that were real.
Before collagen implants,
PMS and their cellulite thighs.
Women who were soft to the touch,
With feminine wiles
Vivacious and luscious
Simpering and coy.
Fond memories of childhood,
When I was a boy.

You Have Got to be Kidding
By Paleoanth

Back in the time
when women wore stiletto heels
they were often stuck in the kitchen
making men's meals

Now with men leaving
women have hard choices to make
because they are working
raising kids alone and no time to bake

Or, god forbid, they choose
to have a career outside the house
and have opinions and ideas
instead of being a like quiet mouse

So, I am sorry that you miss
us being simpering and coy
but frankly I would rather
not be some man's toy

Because I am a woman
with desire and hope
not just some plaything
for a sexist dope.

Oh Paleo....I wrote this one for you to share. 

Real Men
by Pamela

I remember when men knew their place,
Behind the plow, not in my face.

In overalls, and muddy boots,
Knew better than to call me "toots."

Strong, but not a brutish beast,
Handy 'round the house and in loving, an artiste.

Real men want women who are wise and warm,
Not coy and simpering, like a scared little worm.

'Wanting' is one thing, but 'expecting' is another,
I'm my own woman; I'm not your mother.

Men were smarter when they knew their place,
Treated women with respect, and care, and grace.

And when it all is said and done,
Back then, men were much more fun.

[yukino]

Hello,

     Just dropping by (I don't have a new poem this time) =P I just saw the love of my life (Jonathan) in the grocery store yesterday, so inspiration will likely come soon-yay! 

xoxoxo,
Yuki

PS. He looked soooo cute!
PPS. Speaking of cute, as good-looking as OMC is, I'm not crazy about that beard of his...    (Please don't kill me-lol!)

[writer365]

I'd just (once again) like some feedback on this poem. I wrote it for a class and some people told me that it didn't flow right. I'd just like some other oppinions.
Thanks!

Oceans Away

There’s this constant buzz
This nagging in my brain
Telling me I’m not like them
I’m simply not the same.

Beautiful-eyed monsters
Converted them to their beautiful-eyed ways
And left me in the dust wondering
Who wrote all the plays

We’d read so many times together.
So many words we had shared
They cracked under the beautiful-eyed monsters
Who only sat and stared

Tight-lipped and open-mouthed
One compensates for the other
While leaving me on my own
Oceans from a beautiful-eyed lover

[yukino]

Tory: Hmmm, I'm not sure what to think of you're poem-lol! What's it supposed to be about? (If I knew, I could give you better tips =P) I loveee the last stanza though... 

Everyone: I have a new poem for you guys called "Underneath the Plastic Stars"

On a Sunday afternoon
Something wonderful happened
And the only witnesses were the plastic, glow-in-the-dark stars
On a boy's bedroom ceiling
In this boy's bedroom
A girl was kissed for the first time
And at this moment
She's thinking fondly of the feeling of his lips against hers
And that look in his brown eyes

xoxoxo,
Yuki

PS. This really happened to me! 

[writer365]

Tory: Hmmm, I'm not sure what to think of you're poem-lol! What's it supposed to be about? (If I knew, I could give you better tips =P) I loveee the last stanza though... 

Everyone: I have a new poem for you guys called "Underneath the Plastic Stars"

On a Sunday afternoon
Something wonderful happened
And the only witnesses were the plastic,  stars
On a boy's bedroom ceiling
In this boy's bedroom
A girl was kissed for the first time
And at this moment
She's thinking fondly of the feeling of his lips against hers
And that look in his brown eyes

xoxoxo,
Yuki

PS. This really happened to me! 

Love the poem Yuki!

And mine is about my friends leaving me for their boyfriends. and how lonely I felt when my only prospect was across the ocean.

[yukino]

Thank you Tory =P
The only thing I would change about your poem is when you write oceans away, you should write oceans apart 

-Yuki

[yukino]

New poem my pretties, lookeeeeee =P :

I am searching
For words
Words to describe how you made me feel
At the time
They were out of reach
For I was preoccupied
With
Thinking about
The way you were looking at me
And how lovely your skin felt
Against mine
In between kisses
I wanted more than anything
To tell you
That
You were making me feel
Beautiful

-Yukino

[yukino]

Greetings Everyone ~

     I have a new poem for you guys-yay XD Eventhough it has been confirmed that my love for Mr. Jonathan Pyo is unrequited, I still have feelings for him and continue to write poetry about him.

Even though I cannot make you love me
I must tell you how I feel
Or my heart shall burst
Because it is filled with
Passionate feelings for you
That long to escape
I want more than anything
To look deep into your lovely brown eyes
And say those three words
But I express myself best
With paper and ink
So without further ado
I love you with all my heart and soul
Remember these words and cherish them
For someday
They may mean something to you
Like a fond memory of a day at the beach
Or a particularly delicious kiss



~Yukino

[yukino]

Greetings~

     No one comes in here anymore, that makes me sad... I'm all alooooooone 

~Yuki =P

[Prissy]

Yukino,

I haven't been here in a while.  I'm glad to see you are still writing.  And others joined in too for a while. 

I always enjoy your poems!!

Hugs,
Prissy

[Prissy]

American Idol Rewind has now started AI 2 this season.  One of my favorite Clay AI 2 appearances was when he sang GREASE.  Here is my poem about that fabulous time.




THOSE AIKEN SHAKIN' HIPS

Familiar strains of "Grease" we hear
And then 'our idol' does appear.
He's grinning, moving to the beat!
(Did someone just turn up the heat?)

His jacket is a shade of red
That makes mean Simon lose his head!
And also red are his big shoes!
(Did someone just light up my fuse?)

His long lean legs in snug blue jeans
That fit just right do cause loud screams!
For Clay this audience has flipped!
(Did he just shake those Aiken hips?)

He sounds so clear and sings so well,
His voice does cause each heart to swell!
The BeeGees could not be more proud!
(Did those hips jerk and wow that crowd?)

Is this our Clay, our sweet man/boy?
With sexy looks that say, "Don't toy!
I'm not the innocent you think!"
(Did his hips move, or did I blink?)

"Clay, you can't dance!" the judges say.
They make no sense, try as they may!
"Just horrible!" says mean Simon
(When those hips shift, isn't it fun?)

Oh, Simon, Randy, Paula, too,
You guys don't even have a clue
That this performance is first rate!
(And by the way, aren't those hips great?)

We love each facet of you, Clay,
That spikey hair, that handsome face,
Those gorgeous eyes, those luscious lips!
(And, yes, those Aiken Shakin' Hips!!!)









                       

   

[Prissy]

It's great to see Pamela,  Troy, Carla, Stilldreaming, Tamaraluv and others joining Yukino here.

Hugs,
Prissy