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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  :censor!

Now if it's limericks we need, I'm your man.  :slick  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 ...

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]

ROFL!  Prissy!!!  (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/kris911rt/laughingcrying.gif)

I LOVE IT!

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

"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

"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.

"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

Greggy!!!!!

OMG!  I have missed you so much!   :hugg   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.

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.

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!

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!

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

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.

"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.

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!

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

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!

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

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

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

Greg, if you like "ay" words that rhyme with Clay, how about this poem I wrote when I reached 300 posts!

[color=cornflowerblue]Three Hundred Posts

Three hundred posts I've reached today
With you, my friends, who all love Clay!
It's here we get to have our say
And no one cares, there is no pay!

His family's love did pave "The Way"
For such a special guy, our Clay!
A mother's care was there from Faye.
Let's not forget, dear father, Ray

Just one more thing, please, if I may,
Claymaniacs is where I'll stay.
It's so much fun to post and "play,"
And no one can tear me away!

I'll stop here now, this lovely day
I've no more words to rhyme with Clay! :shocking

Prissy[/color]

Prissy - *blink* Whhooaaa that just blew my mind. :P

Prissy, debi, and greg forgot to say love your poems

These two I ended up putting in poetry contests. Their both at poetry.com along with the other one I posted. Their like my lil babies so I don't let them out much!

Love
listening to what others say
even if you don't want to do something their way
thinking about them all the time
it seems like their always on your mind
through you try to get away
your always heading their way
all these things have one thing in common athing called
LOVE
Kim
Copyright ©2005 Kim

Not So Easy Go
easy come easy go,
does everything apply just like so,
your friend diesdo you let it go,
easy come easy go,
don't think it applys to everything like so.
Kim-Anne
Copyright ©2005 Kim

Kimmey,

I loved your poems.  Thanks for sharing and keep writing!!

Stellium inspired the following which is in the TV GUIDE Thread in Clay Daily.




Your words inspire:

We miss our cute and funny boy,
Who always was so full of joy.

With just a wink, he could be coy.
Some thought he made a great boy toy!

But now our boy is more a man,
Which really should delight each fan!

The age difference when he began
With us and him; a shorter span!      

Prissy[/size]

Kimmey - Your peoms are beautiful!  I can see why they mean a lot to you.  I appreciate you sharing them with us.  Please keep writing!  You're good!

Prissy - I love it!  You know, I always say that your probably my biggest fan, but did you know that I'm yours as well?  You know those fun, uplifting poetry books you can buy at Barnes & Noble ... you know, the subjects range in anything from mothers and daughters to coping with stress by seeing the humor in it all.  YOU should write and publish those, Prissy.  I'd be first in line to buy many copies and share with my friends and family.


I love what Stellium said to inspire your latest poem.  She truly has a powerful way with words.

Thanks Lady C and Prissy writing runs in my family. Friedrich von Schiller is one of my ancestors! I noticed that me and him are alike we both have lots of drama in our work. I infact just read he was chased out of somewhere because of his writings :lol . Didn't find out about it until I started writing and my grandmother showed me this book of his works!

Might have some new poems this week!

Let...

Let there be love,
Let there be hope,
'Cause no one knows if tomorrow will ever come.

Let no tears fall,
Let all eyes look above,
For tears bring nothing but sadness.

Let all eyes look above to God,
For that is where things are fixed.

Ah, shucks, LadyC!

I just write what "jumps" out of me!!  Some are better than others, but very seldom do I rework a poem.  Occasionally,  I go back and change a few words.  I just write for fun!

Kimmy,

You have some wonderful thoughts that you express so well.  Thanks for sharing with us.  

Prissy

In the  EARS  thread in Clay Daily, Clara challenged me to find current celebrities with protruding ears.  All I could find were some from the past.

Clara said:

Ah, Clara, I concede defeat,
Our Clay, indeed, is quite unique.

I've  found that no one else out there
Still has his own  protruding ears.

Prince Charles, Doogie, Mr. Spock;
With you, these three just held no stock!

Now Bing and Frank,  even Clark, too,
Have also been dismissed by you.

For now, our  Clay shall stand alone
And proudly let his ears be shown!


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Yaaaaay, a poet's corner!!!   :bouncy Here's my latest poem (yes, it's PG, don't worry-lol!)

Verdant Pools

Nothing could be compared
To the way he made her feel
When he got that amorous look
In those eternal verdant pools
Took her in his arms
Holding her close
And whispered those three words
With a soft southern twang
Before he kissed her lips
Expressing his passionate love for her

SINCE IT'S ALMOST CELLCERT TIME AGAIN, I THOUGHT I WOULD POST MY CELLCERT POEM:

CELLCERT TIME

It's Cellcert Time! Are you all set?
And ready with your Internet?
A "Claying" is about to start.
So please join in and play a part!

You picture posters in full force
Post "Claycandy." We like your source!
The funny things some of you say
Give us the best laughs of our day!

You lurkers are quite welcome, too,
And "pop-ins," we say "Hi," to you.
But best of all, our cellcert hosts,
You are the ones we love the most!

Turn on that PC; grab a chair.
Our Clay will soon be on the "air."
To all who will participate,
You make this a most special "date."

PRISSY

Thanks everybody who has said nice things about my poems-I'm very pleased   :thx  Here's another one-this one's more cutesy and humorous. Enjoy!!!
Adorkable

When I look into your eyes
I see more than a freckle-faced southerner
With rather large ears
I see a delightfully goofy man
That was once called Gonzo
Whose soul is as beautiful as his voice
And has a heart the size of Russia
A man who has done so much for a cause
That cannot help itself
He is the answer to all of my dreams
The one I want to hold in my arms forever
And wake up in the morning to
Until the end of my days

~*~IS IT ME?~*~

The darkness inside me,
Is like a war from our land,
With constant battling,
My heart heavy, like sand.

Why can't she trust me,
I have nothing to hide,
How can she get to know me,
When she hasn't even tried.

She doens't know,
What's on my mind,
Or just how much,
She's killing me inside.

I'm drowning in the pain,
I'm suffocating is shame,
Should I hide in the shadows,
And just take the pain?

I don't understand,
Why this is happening,
When all of my life,
I've been preventing these things.

My soul is wearing away,
And I'm beaing beaten up,
It's hard not to worry,
This is really, really tough.

-8/1/05-

Monica - Your poem is full of anguish and  frustration, which comes through clearly in your words.  It's beautifully written, sad though it is, and I think that it's something a lot of people can relate to.  You've put into words what many people have trouble expressing.  You're definitely not alone, sweetheart.  I'm proud of you for finding such a creative outlet.  I write, too, and have found solace in it.  I hope you do as well.

Love,
Kris

My latest attempt at free expression and admiration for the way HE moves!  LOL

 :purpbana :purpbana :purpbana :purpbana :purpbana



THE JUKEBOX MOVES

Clay with this Jukebox Tour
You’ve given us new,
You’ve given us “Back for More”,

Clay when we think we’re just about to bust
with “Great Balls of Fire”
You’ve given us your hip thrust.

Clay dressed up in choir gowns
With “When Doves Cry”,
You’ve given us the Angela shimmy down.

And lastly my fave, Mr. Shakenaiken
With “Heartbreak Hotel”
You’ve given us a new gyration.


 :purpbana :purpbana :purpbana :purpbana :purpbana

Yay Go Monica Prissy and Jayne

Jayne welcome :smile

No inspiration... nothin to post. Reading all ya all stuff. Really good!

New one inspiration really didn't hit. Just was listening to 1000 days and my heart just sent the words to my head, which sent them to my hands, which typed them into my blog at the OFC.

Just thinking I'm seeing Clay in 21 days

My heart is already beating fast,
My eyes already filled with tears,
I've lost count of how many years,
I've waited for this time.

I remember the days so long ago,
I would sit and wait,
Loved so much to hear you sing.

Years went by,
I lost hope,
But then you came back,

This time all be there,
There singing right along.

 Nothin' new for me this time... Prissy- I love your poem about getting the mammogram and rescuing the Clay pics-it's so funny! :lmao LadyC-where did u get the most recent pic of Clay for your profile? It's beautiful!

Hey guys great stuff here!! I don't know why but poems are weird with me...I read them and start feeling whatever the poem is lol...finally I came here and read through all of the stuff...VERY AWESOME!!!

I hardly EVER get poetry...I mean try as I may...I can never get it right...but I have one that I wrote a while ago...I've put it so its like a song...so if I ever ecome a singer I have one piece to call my own hehe.

Fighting My Fantasy
Why am I feeling of this
just for you?
Seeing you makes,
My inside churn,
My knees go weak
Even turn red in the cheeks

I don't even know you
So how can this be?
When I am pretty sure,
You don't know me
I try to forget you
Make your face go away
But you've got a hold of me

(This would be the chorus, put here and in between the first two phrses...then after the last one)
You haunt my dreams
Each and every night
Your face smiling sweet
Or your laugh floating in
Why do I feel ths for you?
Why can't I stop?

I know I'll never have you
That you are my fantasy
I want to reach out and feel you here
But I know that is too much
I hurt when I see you
I hurt when I don't
I'm humliated around you
But I know it's you I need.

Very good hotwax!

Dani Now your following me :para nice poem.

Hmmm...Kimmy...I think we've become each others stalkers haha :hugg

WOO HOO! More inspiration has finally come to yukino!!!  :purpbana Here's my latest poem everyone! I'll have to warn y'all, it's another one about intimacy, so don't read it if you're offended by stuff like that!

Seduction

Have you ever been with a man before?
He asked softly
Brushing a few wisps of hair
Away from her face
Then kissing her tenderly
On the cheek
Not yet
She replied playfully
Would you like to change that?
She took his face in her hands
And kissed his lips
I’ll take that as a yes
He smiled
Wrapping his arms around her
They held each other close
For several minutes
Enjoying the feeling
Of each other’s bodies
The two lovers undressed
Her cheeks flamed
Causing him to chuckle
They snuggled under the covers together
And made love

I wrote this poem for part of my summer work for my AP English class next year...I had to spend one day isolating myself from TV, newspapers, internet, and all forms of media, because I'm reading Henry David Thoreau and he says that all news is gossip. I decided to write a poem about my day.

I chose August 9th to isolate
Myself from media and eradicate
The gossip that reporters pen.
See if ever do that again.
My father and I we bought “The Star”
And before we had gone very far
He told me to see if our team was in town
But I had to decline, with a visible frown.
“I can’t, news is bad, at least, says Thoreau,
So, sorry, if the team is in town, I don’t know.”
We returned to the cottage, which, needless to say,
If I had to be isolated, this was a good way.
Instead of reading papers to see what was new,
I went in the lake, an eerie green hue.
Ms. Leschke had said that when someone saw green,
That rebirth and renewal would soon be seen.
How ironic, since without news, I was more awake
And an eminent reawakening would be far from fake.
I jumped off our dock and plunged into muck
That could be our lake, but as was my luck,
The junk from the depths was now floating on top
Resembling some sort of a seaweedy mop.
I took a fatal leap into the lake
And I daresay, I was never more awake.
As when I emerged, I noticed my knee
Was not quite the same as it used to be.
Three half-inch gashes were gushing with blood
And swirled through the lake, then mixed with lake crud.
To this, said my grandmother, and my mother, her daughter,
“It will be fine if you keep it in cold water.”
Seventeen stitches later, I learned the harsh truth
That I hadn’t known for all of my youth…
While my family could give all the advice that they had,
When it came down to the wire, their advice was bad.
I blame the media, for that morning, for shame
They all read the paper and fanned the gossip flame.
Thusly, the help they offered was far from supreme,
My folks need an awakening, or so it would seem.
This isn’t to say that everyone around
Was as helpful as if they hadn’t made a sound.
To save me from death’s foreboding jaws,
My sister applied the life-saving gauze.
The reason that she was so quick to apply
The help that I needed before I would die
Was barely scratched by gossip emersed
In the news, for she just read “For Better For Worse.”
So Thoreau was correct, in many respects,
The news dulls the senses, as I now will expect.
I can’t help but pity my family now trapped
In the daily morning news with the day’s events mapped.
I have now learned to keep myself up to date
And make my own news, since it’s fun to create.
In regards to this headline, I was never more awake
Than that moment I jumped into Seneca Lake.

 Interesting poem Greg, hats off 2 u! Wow...you're really good at rhyming-LOL!  :lol

Greg,

A really interesting poem!  I read about your knee!  Ouch!  I hope it is better now.  I have noticed that when i travel, I don't watch TV or see a newspaper, usually, and I am totally isolated from the news.  I can go for a week or more and not have a clue what is happening in the world unless I seek it out.  And most of the time, that's fine with me.

Wow!  It's great to have all of you poets posting!  Kimmy, Monica, Yukino, Jayne, and Dani.  Your poems are all wonderful.  I'm looking forward to more from you.

Jayne, I'm especially glad to see you posting here.  And I hope Scooter joins in again, too.  (I loved  seeing pictures of you both in the Concert Connection thread!!)

Jayne once asked us to finish this line in a poem:  FUZZY WUZZY WAS A BEAR. FUZZY WUZZY HAD RED HAIR. (Fuzzy, of course, is Clay.)

FUZZY WUZZY

FUZZY WUZZY WAS A BEAR.
FUZZY WUZZY HAD RED HAIR!
AND WHEN THE CLAYMATES CAME AROUND
FUZZY COULDN'T MAKE A SOUND!

FUZZY WUZZY WAS IN AWE
OF EACH CLAYMATE THAT HE SAW!
"AND WHY DO YOU ALL LOVE ME SO?"
FUZZY SAID, "PLEASE, LET ME KNOW!"

"WE LOVE YOUR FUZZY SPIKEY HAIR
AND FUZZY ARMS YOU SOMETIMES BARE.
YOUR FUZZY LEGS IN SHORTS WE'VE SEEN
AND TUMMY FUZZ JUST MAKES US SCREAM !!"

FUZZY WUZZY WAS A BEAR.
FUZZY WUZZY HAD RED HAIR!
AND TO EACH CLAYMATE'S GREAT DELIGHT
THAT FUZZY HAIR THEY OFTEN SIGHT!!! 

OH, NO! I THINK I BROKE THE LAW!
I LEFT OUT FUZZY'S "STUBBLY" JAW!


Prissy

 OMG! That poem is so cuuuuuuute! I love Clay's fuzziness too-lol! Thanks for the compliment by the way-it makes me feel special! Hopefully, I'll be inspired again soon...

Love,
Yukino

Our wonderful Her, Jayne, has made terrific DVD's of the Jukebox Concert.  And Jayne has made some great DVD's in the past.  This is the poem I sent to Jayne about a DVD.

I’d love a video from Her,
(But then should I send Her a fur?)
In Florida, a fur's too hot!
(Well, what about an army cot?)
A cot's not comfy like a bed,
(Then what about a new Clay thread?)
Another thread, we've got enough!
(Say, Her, let's just forget this stuff!)

But let's not forget the video!

Prissy

cute cute! hahahahaha-your poems make me chuckle prissy!  :lol

Greetlings Lovelies!!!

Here's my latest poem, it's short n' sweet - but, that's okay- and it's about a guy at school that I'm madly in love with!!!  :love I rewrote it like, six  times... Enjoy!!!

Sweet Nothings

I’m incessantly dreaming
Of lying in your arms all day
Tangled in sheets
And whispers of sweet nothings
Feeling like a goddess
With the knowledge that
You’ve been dreaming of me too


Love,
Yukino

I have nothing right now. Maybe soon though since when I started typing I just thought of something to grab from.

Great poems all.

Greetings fellow poets!

     Just stopping by to say hello! Sadly, I don't have anything new yet... Take care and have a lovely day!

                                                                                                                                                  Love,
                                                                                                                                                  Yukino

p.s. Have you guys seen those pics of Clay when he was at Fashion Week? If not, check them out at ClayAikenfan.com   :thud

new one--

August 27th

I fell in love again that night,
I never thought I'd see that sight,
Glasses on with a great smile,
I could feel my heart smiling back.

Eyes so beautiful through those glasses,
The light hit them so,
My wish finally came true,
Seeing him that night.

Songs he sang so perfectly,
Made me smile with glee,
I still had trouble with the fact,
I thought I'd never see this sight,
Seeing him that night.

So the night came to a end,
I still had that smile,
that smiled burned in my head,
along with the glasses hit by light,
oh what a sight,
Seeing you that night.

Kimmy and Yukino,

Both your poems are lovely.  Do you know about the Claymmys?  There is a category for poetry.  Go to Clay Daily, and scroll down to The Claymmys.  Pamela has a link to the contest.

Hugs,
Prissy

Prissy, yes I know about the claymmys I have entered my blends and wallpapers into it.

Hello All,

     Here is one of the first poems I wrote about OMC, don't know why I haven't posted it yet...enjoi! Thanks for the compliment Prissy and I shall look into that Claymmys thingy!

Freckle Faced Angel

I’m not quite sure what it is that makes me love you
There are so many things
I love your wild red hair that looks like you just rolled out of bed
I love your deep verdant eyes and that look you get in them
Your goofy grin makes me want to grin too
And your perfect, magazine cover smile takes my breath away
I love the cute freckles that dance across your face
Your big ears always make me laugh
I love your charming southern accent; don’t ever lose it
I love the way you look in a button-down shirt and dark-washed jeans
I love how being kind and compassionate is a cakewalk for you
When you sing, your voice strikes a chord in my soul and causes joy and excitement
It’s angelic yet seductive
I love how your childish innocence makes me want to take care of you
I love how you have said time and time again that all you want out of life
Is to make a difference
I love your ability to inspire others
Everything about you is so beautiful and sweet
So tell me angel, may I see your wings?

Love Ya'll!
Yukino

I'm not sure if we're only allowed to post poems we've written about Clay, so beware. Non-Clay poem ahead.  :naughty

Standing on the verge of my sanity.
I start to fall, slowly.
The earth is crumbling beneath my feet.
I can smell my soul’s sweet defeat.

I free myself of my tears and sorrow.
Hoping for the sun to melt my freezing heart tomorrow.
And if you still smile when I glance your way.
The sun will set a second time today.

Shouting out for absolution.
Beginning to cause my own destruction.
Rules are meant for breaking to me.
I am a sinner third degree.

Rayline,

The FUN STUFF forum is for "off topic" threads and creations, so your poem is fine.  I'm glad to see you posting here. 

Yukino,

Another great poem!!

Thanks Prissy, compliments make me feel special   :purpbana

Love,
Yuki

         "FOUND MY WAY"

I found my way here through Clay,
Claymaniacs have shown me the way
to find friends who have become a part of my life everyday.
Before I came here I never knew how many would become so dear.
So, I thank you Clay, for helping me find "The Way"!

awe Charlene...nice poem.....debi

Hey Everbody!

Sorry about that, my computer  is being stupid...let's try this again

Greetings Fellow Poets!

     I have finally written another poem-yay!  :bouncy Here it is-Enjoy!

The curtains parted
Your voice filled the room
And my soul with joy
The sound was so beautiful
Words cannot properly convey it
As you performed in your white tux
I became convinced that you really are an angel
By the end of your Christmas serenade
I knew that I had fallen for you even more
When you began visiting with the audience
Hearing you speak
And watching you smile and laugh
Made me heart sing
You, my dear Clay
Make everthing groovy

Love,
Yukino

p.s. This poem was inspired by my November 11th concert experience, the song "Wild Thing" and my undying love for Mr. Clayton Aiken  :hugg

pointless school girl crush

so much hurt in those eyes
So much love too...

I can't choose.
Which one is pulling me in,
both have great strength
but which one has the most I do not know

growing closer and closer to you
Is this somethin that I really choose?
Do you have control over me
I think, yes you do

I'm falling harder
falling deeper
Is this love or hate
I'm smiling brighter with happiness
or is this an expression of fear?

I cry and cry over again
For others do not see
for this is inside
Deep down where these feelings hide.

These feeling must stay hidden
every laugh must be covered
every look must not be caught
no trail of clues left behind

For this is not excepted to continue on,
A school girl crush!
That which should never be known
For it holds no future...

another one just had to type it up :lol

Poem told through the eyes of someone who has experienced a moment at a concert like this. If you have then it will make sense to you.

A gift to you
I stood there watching,
Not a thing to say,
You crying up there,
Us showing you we care.

Sweet Voice sudenly cracks,
Beautiful song isn't wrecked,
Whispers pass around,
He's beautiful even now.

No one want to go,
For we managed to touch somethin,
Somethin deep down inside,
Somethin that can't be done again!

Geraldine,
I enjoyed your poem.  It's fun to rhyme with "Clay."

Yukino,
Another beautiful poem.  You express your feelings so well!!

Kimmy,
I'm so impressed with your poems, too.  How wonderful to be able to put into words your deepest thoughts and feelings.

All of you are great!  Keep up the good work!!
Hugs,
Prissy

Prissy, thanks so much for the compliment, I thrive on those-lol! Clay was just so amazing that I had to write about it!  :luv

Great poems peoples! Love them, love them, love them! I feel honored to post my work amongst such talented poets   :ghug2

Wow... No one has posted anything for awhile! I have two poems that I found scribbled on the back of some Spanish notes and hope you guys enjoy them  :smile

Post-Thanksgiving Blues

I'm so full of turkey, I'm going to burst
It's freezing outside ('tis scarf season again)
To make matters worse
I'm sitting in a desk that is brown
And confines me to work
That makes me frown
But, I have you to think of
My darling Clay
You never fail to brighten my day

Comments: I wrote this one the day I got back to school from Thanksgiving vacation. I was bored to death in Spanish and decided to express how I was feeling at the moment and to try rhyming for once. I like my free-verse poems better.

Untitled

I'm always imagining
What it would be like
If I could hold you close
And make everthing alright
I wish I could be your angel
Who takes away the pain

Comments: This is another free-verse, romantic poem like I usually write. It's inspired by an Aerosmith song that goes "Baby you're my angel/Come and save me tonight/ You're my angel/Come and make it alright..." I want to be the person who "makes it alright" for this guy that I'm in love with.

Yukino,

I really liked your Thanksgiving poem and the second one reminded me of what Clay is going through now with the tabloids.   I always enjoy reading your poems.

Hugs,
Prissy

Have another one

haha mostly the problems with love and how sometimes love no matter what can't be. :popcorn Seems to be a trend with my life poems lately.


Just Mine...

I'm sick of myself for hating her,
I'm tired of wanting to cry when I see her with you,
I'm scared of her loving you,
I'm scared of you loving her FOR REAL!

I'm scared of her changing you,
I'm scared of you changing for her,
I'm scared of you being hers,
I'm jealous just thinking of her holding YOU!

I don't want to hate her 'cause its stupid,
I don't want to cry 'cause I'm stupid,
I don't want to think about IT,
I just wanna stay in this world of mine where you'll always be,
JUST MINE....

Awww, thank you Prissy, you always make me feel special when you say nice things about my poems =) And claytonsmyccf, I know this sounds cheesy but, I kind of understand what you're going through. I know I could never be with Clay and I don't deserve him but, I'll be so jealous when he gets a girlfriend-lol!

Love,
Yuki

kimmy,

You are really good at expressing your feelings.  I can remember how it feels to really care about someone and the love is not returned.  Guess what?  This feeling will not last and you will love someone else. (Or were you referring to Clay??) :wink

Hugs to you.
Prissy

(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Prissy2/Valentines/hgval11.jpg) 

Prissy, I love that pic of Clay you posted with the hearts around it-SO CUTE! and Claytonsmyccf, good luck with your unrequitted-loveness; I know it sucks but, hang in there k?

Love,
Yukino

Greetings Fellow Poets!

    I have another poem for ya'll-enjoy!  :bouncy


The thought of counting the freckles on your face
Causes my mouth to curve into a grin
And my thoughts to wander through outer space
Looking into your eyes must be a sin
For they are seemingly endless pools of verdant
Your full, shell-pink lips are so kissable
I certainly wouldn’t be nonchalant
If my own got to make contact with them
That, I’m afraid, is not permissible
Because you are unaware that I exist
I am just another fan letter to you
Some teeny-bopper that won’t cease to persist
But, I hope someday, my wish shall come true
And you’ll have knowledge of my love for you

Comments: This is a sonnet I had to do for English class and its about OMC of course-that sexsi beast! It was difficult because there has to be a certain amount of syllables in each line and there has to be fourteen lines, etc. - crazyness!

Love,
Yukino

Yukino,

Your sonnet is beautiful.  And I remember  from English literature in school, that a sonnet is 14 lines and has prescribed syllables.  You did a great job. :clap

Hugs,
Prissy

Awww, shucks Prissy, muchas gracias!  :smile I like the part about counting the freckles-yay! God should have graced every man with freckles!

Love,
Yukino

Greetings Fellow Poets!

     When they redid Claymaniacs, I couldn't find this forum at first and I was like "Omg! my poems, what's happened to them!" They're still here so it's all good-yaaaaay! =) In fact, I have two new ones!  :shappy

Love Poem

I want to pull you close to me
So close that there would be no space between us
And I could feel the warmth of your body
I want to hold you tight
But not too tight, in a tender way, I suppose
I want to kiss your lips, know their taste, and what they feel like
Above all, I want to tell you something
I want you to know that I love you
Truly, madly, deeply
I love you


Loving

Initially awkward yet tender kisses
Passionate kisses
Caressing, touching
Loving
Undone buttons
Clothes slide to the floor
Tangled up in each other
Loving
Cuddling under the covers
Loving


Comments: I love the first one, 'tis very sweet =) The second one is so-so, I dunno... tell me what y'all think-k?

Love,
Yukino

Yukino,

I like both of your poems very much.  What do you think of this new "Lounge?"  :para

Prissy

Thank you Prissy! Yeah, I like the new Lounge, its pretty cool =) Here's my latest piece everyone!

You

Rainwater droplets form and make their journey down the glass
The glass of my refuge from the damp gloom
Yet, my thoughts remain joyous
For they are of you


Love,
Yukino

Hey Guys!

     I have another poem for y'all-enjoi!  :smile 

Like a Couple in Love

I’m not quite certain whether it was the way he smiled at me
Or the way we flattered each other the whole time
But that night, I fell even harder for him
He seemed to have changed somehow, in a good way though
A picture of us was taken
Before he had to leave
We looked beautiful together
Like a couple in love


Comments: This one was inspired by the night I celebrated my 17th birthday; the guy I'm in love with came, so I attempted to capture my feelings=) It was so wonderful that I had a hard time doing so.

Love,
Yukino

Yukino,

As usual, such beautiful work from you!  Have you ever thought of publishing your works? 

Hugs,
Prissy

Thank you Prissy! Your praise always inspires me to write more poetry =) Yes, I would love to publish my works someday! Here's another poem everyone!

Let's

Let's squeeze each other a little tighter
Let's hold hands as we're strolling along
Let's Eskimo kiss
Until I get the hang of real kissing
How about one-on-one lessons?
Let's drive to the beach
Frolic in the sea
And have fish n' chips
Let's go to a movie
Let's get an ice cream afterwards
It doesn't matter to me
I just want to be around you
Let's fall in love

Comments: This one is about the same guy as "Like a Couple in Love" Ok, his name is Jonathan Pyo and I LOVE HIM! There, he's no longer "that guy I like" -lol! Anyway, it's not quite as pretty as my other poems, but its pretty cute =)

xoxoxo,
Yukino

hey guys, just stoppin' by to say aloha and happy friday!  :shappy

xoxoxo,
Yukino

Guuuuuuuuuuuys! How come no one comes on here? I miss y'all!

xoxoxo,
Yukino

Yukino,

I always love your poems!!  I wish others would drop in here, too!  It's lonely in the poet's corner!!

But keep up the good work!

Hugs,
Prissy

Thanks Prissy, that makes me feel much better =) I have another poem-yay!

Just You, Me, and Our Love

We were sitting on the grass
Just you and me
It seemed like there were no other humans in existence
No one else mattered
Nothing else mattered
We just sat in silence
For a few moments
Then you put your arm around me
And began to indirectly and nervously (in a cute way)
Tell me that you love me
I blushed as red as a ripe strawberry and said "I love you too"
But alas, it was only a wonderful dream

Comments: This one took me about 2 minutes to do- pretty awesome-eh? and it's for Jonathan Pyo (my future hubby-hee hee)

xoxoxo,
Yukino

Yukino!   :hugg

You're extraordinary!

I will admit that while I don't dislike poetry, I'm not really a big poetry fan either.  There have been a few poems that have inspired strong, passionate feelings in me, but usually they don't affect me as much as stories, novels or music do.

Your poems are different, however.

They're exhuberant!  You're coming of age, falling in love, parts of your body and mind are awakening and you seem to be seeing the world with new eyes.  And it's coming through in your poems.

I read Just You, Me, and Our Love, and my heart started to beat a little faster, and I felt a grin spread across my face.  I can remember being at that stage of love, when it's so new and everything is a rush, and the poem brought those memories back for me.

And then when I read Let's - I could feel your love of life.  The kind of love for everything that comes when your heart is bursting because you're in love, and you're being loved in return.    It just makes you want to go out and live every moment..  It seems like you're feeling this way, and I could FEEL it.

I actually laughed aloud at this part:


Very flirty and joyful, very charming.

I've been very sick for several weeks, but reading your works made me forget for a bit.  It made me feel young and vibrant, like you.  Thanks so much for sharing!

I look forward to reading more.

Hugs,
LadyC

Lady C,

     Thank you sooooooo much for your wonderful feedback =) Yes, I am very much in love and very happy because of that =) That love isn't requitted (yet), so I base my poems on dreams I have and such. Someday!  :wink Thanks again!  :bouncy I will keep writing, don't worry!

xoxoxo,
Yukino

 :bighug haven't been here for a looong time. Haven't written anything in a long time too :bduh

yukino great stuff as always :bigsmile

Have to pop in here more... later

 :lol I'm back so soon ... This is something I just wrote. Was sorta strange since I didn't think I had anything. Apparently I had a lot of "anything". 

Background: Yes, it's Clay in it :roflmao I figured at the end that it was really all on the cd release and all the thoughts and feeling I had towards what others have been saying that I didn't knew I held still... oh and to be sure on one thing, I'm not going anywhere :wink

Lost
I don't want to come back

Imagine
Never do I want to
The thought of her with you

Losing
Losing you forever
She'll have you and their will be

No more
No more of what I love so
Forever lost deep down in places unknown

Love
What I once thought I knew

No longer
Not sure this is what I ever felt
If this is what I want
What I need

Pretending
Maybe this was a dream
Something I can forget about immediately
Wipe clear from my mind

Tomorrow
I may not be here
Here waiting no more
Like so many

Others
Others who left
Who quit
Who think about you no more
Who's had it and want to forget you
Who have no more faith in what you do
In what you say

In when you'll finally be back...
Back with us

Nice work Claytonsmyccf =) New poem peoples!  :smile

Writer’s Block

I’ve been trying to write
The perfect love poem for you
But the words won’t reach my lined paper
You’re sweet, intelligent, funny, quirky and so cute
Those are mere adjectives
Adjectives aren’t worthy of you my darling
I wish I could express how you make me feel
All I can manage is:
Me encanto tu, sa rang hae, I love you


Comments: This came to me when I was in the bathroom, believe or not-hee hee =) It's so-so, compared to my other work, but cute anyway and it's for Mr. Pyo  :hugg My love!

xoxoxo,
Yukino

Kimmy,

 It's good to see you here posting.  I really liked your poem!!

Yukino,

Always glad to see your poems, but the blue print is a little hard to see on this dark background;  maybe a lighter color? 

Hugs to you both,
Prissy

Hellooooo =)

   Same thing as last time, but in a different color, as requested.

Writer’s Block

I’ve been trying to write
The perfect love poem for you
But the words won’t reach my lined paper
You’re sweet, intelligent, funny, quirky and so cute
Those are mere adjectives
Adjectives aren’t worthy of you my darling
I wish I could express how you make me feel
All I can manage is:
Me encanto tu, sa rang hae, I love you


Comments: This came to me when I was in the bathroom, believe or not-hee hee =) It's so-so, compared to my other work, but cute anyway and it's for Mr. Pyo  :hugg  My love! By the way, Sa rang hae and Me encanto tu mean "I love you," so the last line is "I love you, I love you, I love you."

xoxoxo,
Yukino

New Poem! It's a bit...unique I guess you can say, but tell me what you guys think =) I need help thinking of a title as well. If any of you are Spongebob fans you'll understand it better-hee hee =)Thank you!

I long to see your smiling, brown-eyed face
You have the cutest grin I have ever seen
I long to stroke your soft, dark hair
Like I used to all the time
I really need one of your hugs by the way
They’re the best!
And I miss our cheesy conversations about Spongebob,
Living in a pineapple (or under a rock) in the sea
We could be neighbors
And go jellyfishing all the time,
Get a Krabby Patty later
Maybe go up to makeout reef
Wink wink

xoxoxo,
Yukino

love it! (hehe Spongebob fan)  I think most will undertsand it if there not too! Not sure for a title though :dunno

Thank you =)  :smile

xoxoxo,
Yukino

Kimmy - I enjoyed your poem.  I think a lot of people feel similar feelings about Clay and his disappearance from our sight.  Deeply personal feelings, like the ones that come through in your poem.  Abandonment, loss, lonliness, even betrayal.  We become so drawn into their lives as fans while they're on American Idol and even after while they're first getting their career kicked off that we get used to being involved and updated in everything.

This line says a lot to me:

No more
No more of what I love so
Forever lost deep down in places unknown

Because being a Clay fan is about so much more than liking his music and buying his CDs.  This board, for example.  Losing Clay would mean losses of so many kinds.  Hobbies, friendships, chosen families, support systems ... lost in places unknown definitely describes how I would feel if my Clay world were taken from me.

Being a Clay fan brings you so much more than just Clay and his music.  He's a representation of an entire slice of our lives.

So when he disappeared for a while, it was hard.  You did a beautiful job of expressing that.  Thanks for sharing it with us.

Yukino - You know I'm a big fan, girl!  I love how Writer's Block came to you in the bathroom!   :roflmao  Inspiration strikes at the strangest times.  And usually when we're least equipped to accomidate it.

I used to get ideas for my novel characters during a bloody trauma while I was doing CPR or drawing a blood gas.  Or I get them while I'm lying in an MRI scan and can't move.   :roflmao  I often get them at 4:00 in the morning and they nag me until I get up, turn on my laptop, and write them out.

I enjoyed both of your poems.  What does "Me encanto tu, sa rang hae" mean?  You are so clearly in love with this person.  Such a fun love, the way it comes out in your words. 

My favorite line in this one is: Adjectives aren’t worthy of you my darling

I feel that way about people often and you summed it up for me.

As for the second poem, it's clearly about things you like, things that make you feel good ... sweet things.  Hugs, companionship, a silly TV show that you can laugh about with a friend, brown eyes and dark hair, the excitement of maybe making out, the flirting ... you know, yumminess.

Perhaps a good title would be Induldgences: Conversations and Krabby Patties

 :dunno

And speaking of Sponge Bob, my kids call my hamburgers Krappy Patties.   :roflmao  Brats.

Thank you Lady C, you're the best =) I love the title! Sa rang hae means "I love you" in Korean and Me encanto tu means "I love you" in Spanish; I used Korean because it's Pyo's nationality and Spanish because we met in Spanish class =) Good thing I didn't take French! I have another poem, it's pretty cute...

“Hi”

My heart is beating sooo fast
Stay calm
I can do this
How does my hair look?
Guys don’t notice!
Do they?
Ok, enough about the hair
Stay calm
I look fine
Deep breath
In…Out…
He’s coming my way
Here’s my chance
“Hi”

xoxoxo,
Yukino

Another poem for Mr. Pyo =)

Only You

No one can make me feel the way he does
For he has possession of my heart
And I love him with all of it

Comments: This one is really short, kind of like Pyo-hahahaha =) It came to me in a hotel room I was staying in a couple weeks ago.

xoxoxo,
Yukino

New poem-yay! It's about Pyo-again =) Unfortunately, we didn't really kiss...

Wow

We didn’t say anything
Because we didn’t have to
We just took in each other
For a few moments
And somehow knew what to do
Our lips seemed to touch on their own
I felt mine tingling
And wondered if you did too
I didn’t want to stop
When we did
All I could manage to say was
“Wow.”
All you could manage was a smile
That smile was even better than the kiss
Like waking up from a pleasant dream

xoxoxo,
Yukino

Yukino - Thank you for sharing more of your writing with us.  As always, I found your poems to be vibrant and full of youthful life!  They always make me feel good, make me feel young and energetic.

Well done, once again!

Love,
LadyC

Thank you LadyC, you're sooo nice =) =)

xoxoxo,
Yukino

Yukino,

I always love all of your poems.  You are so good at being honest with your feelings.  Do you know what I mean by that?  You express exactly what you feel with the perfect choice of words.

Hugs,
Prissy

Thank you Prissy  :bouncy I know this sounds conceited, but I looooove getting praise for my work! Thanks again  :smile I have a new one...

Untitled

When I was walking to my locker today
I could have sworn
That I heard your voice say my name
Just like you used to
All the time
I was tempted to turn around
Smile, and give you a hug
But I knew if I did
There would be no one behind me

Comments: I really miss Mr. Pyo =( He graduated from the school that I go to and I don't see him very often. This really happened today *sob*

xoxoxo,
Yukino

I have a new poem =)


Missing You

Looking at photographs
And reading old messages
Isn’t enough anymore
As tears soak my pillowcase
I long to hear your voice
Feel the warmth of your embrace
And be able to stroke your soft, ebony hair
I miss you, I need you
Please come back into my life


Comments: I miss my Pyo =( =( =( Yes, I'm obsessed with his hair, it's soooo pretty!

xoxoxo,
Yukino

Yukino,

Beautiful poems, as usual.  I admire how you can express your feelings so well.

Hugs,
Prissy

Thank you Prissy :thx I have another one everybody...

Untitled

No matter how long my inbox remains empty
No matter how long the telephone is silent
No matter how many hugs I don't receive
No matter how much my heart aches
I will wait for you

Comments: I haven't seen Mr. Pyo in 6 months and every month that goes by, my heart gets a new tear in it; I miss him sooo much =(   On a happier note, Clay has been looking quite delicious lately  :clay

xoxoxo,
Yukino

Just stopping by to say hello =) Did you guys know that there is a whole Wikipedia entry about Clay? It's pretty coolio!

xoxoxo,
Yukino

yukino -- some of my best bad poetry was written when I was missing someone!  How bad was it?
Well, one of them started like this:

"My soul is like an empty well,
Where nary a drop of water fell."

Hee!

Yours however, is wonderful.  Keep it up lady, you have a definite way with words.

:hugg

Thank you =) I love compliments!  :hugg Yay! It was awful not seeing or talking to Pyo for so long because I am so in love with him. We finally talked on the phone not that long ago and it was wonderful just to hear his voice again  :bouncy

xoxoxo,
Yukino

LMAO!!!!    :roflmao :lmao  Dying here!!!!!   :lol

Yukino - Beautiful, provocative (emotionally provocative I mean), and, as always, amazing.  You have a true gift.  Once again, thank you for sharing it with us!

Thank you LadyC  :smile You're so coolio! I have another poem, it's alot happier and provocative in more ways than one  :wink But not too dirty, don't worry =)

She couldn't help herself
She thought that he didn't want her to
But for that fleeting moment, she didn't care
She couldn't live her entire life
Without knowing what it was like
What did she do?
She kissed him
Deeply, passionately
And to her pleasant surprise
He kissed back
Neither of them could contain themselves
Any longer

Comments: Another Pyo fantasy-yaaaaaaay! Tomorrow, we are going to go out for hot chocolate and muffins; I'm sooooooo excited! Perhaps the fantasy shall come true =)

xoxoxo,
Yuki

Hello fellow Claymates!
     
     No one posts in here anymore, what's with that? Anyway, here's a short story I wrote awhile ago for English class, hope you guys enjoy it =P


Real Pigs Have Curves



It was a lovely spring day on a farm in what the California Milk Advisory

Board calls the “Home of Happy Cows,” and two happy pigs were rooting in

their shavings. A deep unfamiliar voice disrupted their play.

“Who could that be?” Winston wondered aloud, his large, bat-like ears perking up.

“Whoever it is, he’s coming this way,” Harold commented casually, beginning to

nibble on a stick he had just dug up.
   
Sure enough, farmer Jones and a round-bellied man came into view moments later.
   
“Pretty good lookin’ pigs you’ve got there,” observed the round-bellied man,

stroking his beard.
   
“He’s mostly referring to me of course,” Winston said, beaming.
   
“Oh please, what’s so appealing about you, your fat rolls?” Harold laughed.
   
“Real pigs have curves!” Winston shot back hotly.
   
“Curves?”
   
“You heard me.”
   
“Whatever you say Winston,” Harold said with a sigh, continuing to nibble on his

stick. As he was nibbling, he happened to look up at the round-bellied man and spotted

something rather alarming: there were blood stains on the apron that he was wearing!
   
“Winston!” he cried.
   
“What?” Winston asked, quite unconcerned as he paused from slurping on his

water tube.
   
“Didn’t you notice what that man has on his apron?”
   
“No,” Winston said, taking another drink.
   
“It’s blood!”
   “It can’t be, he seems like a nice enough guy to me, he even commented on how good-looking I am.”
   “Can’t you take anything serious Winston? This man could be a killer!”
   “He could have spilt fruit juice on himself before he got here.”
   “Maybe, but we should still be careful around him if Jones invites him to come back.”
   “Why? Master wouldn’t let anyone on the farm who would hurt us.”
   “Everyone makes mistakes, you know that.”
   “I still don’t believe you,” Winston said as the stranger let out a hearty chortle, “Look how jolly he is.”
   “So? He could be pretending.”
   Before Winston could think of another comeback, farmer Jones shook hands with the stranger and bade him good-bye; the pigs found out that his name was Mr. Smith.
   “Smith eh? Even his name sounds suspicious,” Harold said, glaring at him as he walked away.
   “Oh come off it, I still say he’s clumsy and spilled fruit juice on himself.”
   “Winston, why must you be so naïve?”
   “I am not!” he declared defensively and with that, Winston stalked off to a corner in “his half” of the pen and sulked for the rest of the morning. He didn’t even touch his food at breakfast, which was quite unlike him.
   A couple months later, just days before fair time, Mr. Smith came back to the farm. Harold was napping in a patch of shade, fast asleep and Winston was happily rooting. Suddenly, he heard Smith’s voice coming from the other side of the pen.
   “Oh good, perhaps he has come back to admire what a handsome barrow I am,” Winston thought to himself, grinning. He put one of his ears up to a hole in the back wall, trying to catch fragments of the conversation that Smith and farmer Jones were engaged in.
   “…. your boys will make some good money off those pigs, come auction day,” said Smith.
   “Auction day?” Winston whispered to himself, beginning to feel a bit nervous.
   “You think so?” asked farmer Jones, sounding interested.
   “I know so,” assured Mr. Smith.
   “Why would they want to sell us?” Winston thought furiously, racking his brain for a memory of when anyone had said anything about he and Harold being sold, unfortunately, he couldn’t seem to recall one.
   “That would be great, we could use some extra money,” said Jones.
   “Are you having a hard time?” asked Smith.
   “I guess you could say that,” replied Jones, a little embarrassed.
   “I know! I’ll buy them from the boys, heck, I’ll even butcher them for ya, for free!” boomed Mr. Smith, slapping Jones on the back.
   “Butchered?” thought Winston, feeling as though he’d be sick.
   “There’s no need to do that,” said the farmer.
   “Sure there is, that’s what friends are for right?”
   “Friends!” Winston said aloud, appalled that his own master was even associated with this man.
   “All right Smith, I’ll accept your offer.”
   “Great!”
   The two men shook hands and it was a done deal. Winston could not hold back the tears that were welling up, nor the growing lump in his throat, he had never felt so betrayed in his life; soon, he was sobbing.
   “I have to tell Harold that I’m sorry for not believing him,” Winston thought decisively, “Harold, wake up!” he said loudly enough to wake him up.
   “What is it Winston?” Harold asked irritably, “Couldn’t you see I was napping?”
   “It’s important.”
   “Okay, fine, make it quick.”
   “I just wanted to tell you that you were right.”
   “About...”  Harold said impatiently, then he softened up when he saw that Winston was crying and realized what it was that he had been right about.
   “How did you find out?”
   “Just now, while you were s-sleeping, I heard Mr. Smith and M-master talking, a-a-and-“ Winston stammered, bursting into tears again.
   “And what?” Harold inquired anxiously.
   “And they made a deal: Mr. Smith is going to buy us on auction day and kill us!” Winston said very quickly, before he could start crying again.
    Harold didn’t have the heart to say “I told you so,” so he comforted Winston and said, “Don’t worry, we’ll find a way to get out of this.”
   “But, how? What should we do, run away and join the circus?”
   “Winston, that’s brilliant!”
   “It is? It was just some far-fetched idea that came out of my mouth,” said Winston, suddenly feeling much better.
   “It’s still brilliant, and just crazy enough to work.”
   “Really?”
   “Really. Circus life, here we come!”
   Excited at this notion, the pigs hatched a clever scheme. They agreed that amidst the chaos of show day, they would slip out of the fair grounds and hitch-hike to the next town where the circus was currently being held. While the boys were changing into their 4-H uniforms, Winston and Harold would let themselves out of their pen and sneak out of the swine barn, unnoticed, since everyone would be too busy getting their own animals ready to go into the ring. Next, they would find someone to hitch-hike with, surely there would be a few animals that didn’t make weight and would have to be loaded into a trailer to be hauled home; whoever the pigs got a ride with could drop them off at the circus.
   “How can we fail?” Harold said gleefully, frisking about to express his joy.
   “There is one flaw in the plan Harold.”
   “And what would that be?” Harold asked, ceasing to frisk about.
   “We don’t know any tricks, what will we have to offer when we get to the circus?”
   “That’s right, how could I have forgotten about that?!”
   “And you’re supposed to be the smart one.”
   “Don’t you be cheeky with me, everyone makes mistakes, just like I said before.”
   “Lighten up, I’m sure we can come up with something.”
   “We’re pigs Winston, what could we possibly be able to do that would make the ring master want to add us to his show?”
   “ Up for some juggling?”
   “We don’t have enough time to learn how to juggle, are you insane?”
   “We can do it, we’ll start right this moment.”
   “Whatever you say Winston.”
   By show day, Winston’s prediction had come true: both pigs could juggle rollie pollies that they found in the dirt pretty well, for novices at least but, it would have to do.
   Harold and Winston became more and more jittery as show-time approached, this was it, their one chance for survival. All the FFA  and 4-H kids and their parents were stressing out, girls’ hair had to be done, boys’ ties needed straightening and pigs needed to be washed and oiled. Country music was blaring over the barn’s speakers, which made Harold want to get out of there even more.
   “See you in a few minutes Winston, I have to go change,” said Jacob, Winston’s caretaker.
   “Me too Harold, bye,” said Jeremy, Jacob’s younger brother.
   As soon as the boys were out of sight, Harold stuck his snout through the bars of the gate and began nudging  the latch. (The pigs had decided that this was to be his job, since Winston wasn’t quite as good at opening gates.) Once the latch was loose, he put his mouth around it and pulled to the left; the gate was open, they were free!
   “Now, Winston, let’s go!” shouted Harold excitedly.
   Forgetting that they had planned to sneak out of the swine barn, the pigs hurtled toward the gate that led to the outside world, which luckily had been left open.
   “SOMEONE CLOSE THAT GATE!” a woman shrieked, but it was too late, the pigs were already half-way through it before anyone could do something.
   “What now?” Winston panted.
   “Quick, let’s go up to that open trailer and see if they’ll give us a ride.”
   The pigs lucked out again! The occupants of the trailer were two replacement heifers named Reeses and Lucy who hadn’t made weight, they were heading to the same town and on top of that, they were glad to give them a ride.
   “You poor things, how could we refuse?” Lucy said sympathetically after Winston and Harold told the heifers their story, “You boys just sit tight, we’ll handle the rest, right Reeses?”
   “Right,” Reeses smiled.
   A man shut the back of the trailer, got in and started his pick-up; the journey began.
   About twenty minutes later, Lucy looked out one of the small trailer windows.
   “We’re almost there, I can see the tents!” she exclaimed, “Ready Reeses?”
   “You bet.”
   Both heifers began mooing and stomping around, making as much racket as they could.
   “What in the world are those cows up to? I better stop and make sure they’re okay,” said the driver of the pick-up anxiously. The animals began to feel themselves slowing down.
   “It worked!” said Lucy triumphantly. Once the truck came to a complete stop, the heifers broke down the door of the trailer.
   “Run boys, run!” yelled Reeses.
   Winston and Harold immediately obeyed.
   “Thank you so much!” they called over their shoulders.
   “You’re welcome!” Lucy and Reeses called back.
   Soon, brightly colored tents came into view, as well as strange animals that the pigs had never seen before. The strange animals began to give them funny looks, which made Winston feel uncomfortable.
   “Why are they staring at us?” he whispered.
   “Because some animals are rude,” Harold explained simply, “What are you looking at long-nose?!” he snapped at a heavily decorated elephant.
   “Long nose? I am an elephant, half-wit!” the elephant retorted haughtily.
   The circus animals didn’t accept the pigs initially, but were impressed with Winston’s and Harold’s juggling abilities. They (even the elephant) agreed to present them to their ring master, who was delighted to add the pigs to his show. Harold and Winston, as one can imagine were thrilled.
   “How exciting!” they marveled.
   That night, the lions, tigers and bears and so on threw the pigs a welcome-aboard party; everyone danced the night away and I’m sure you’ve already guessed by now, lived happily ever after.  :bouncy
   
   
   
   
xoxoxo,
Yukino

 :clayfan

Yukino,

I really enjoyed your short story about Winston and Harold.  I could see this as an illustrated children's story.  It reminds me just a little bit of Charlotte's Web. Keep up the good work.

Hugs,
Prissy

Thank you Prissy! Hey, is anyone here named Dot Mahaffey? I got a Christmas card from this person and they live in Arizona... I'm quite baffled...

xoxoxo,
Yuki

Merry Christmas Everybody! I love you guys!  :smile I'm glad you like my poetry-yaaaaaaay!  :purpbana (I love this dancing banana too, its SO cute!)

xoxoxo,
Yukino

I have a new poem for you guys! Here it is...

Every time I talk to you
We have this conversation
You ask me why I’m so good to you
Why I think so highly of you
And I never have an answer
Now I’m going to give you one
Or at least try
I’ve never met anyone like you before
Nor has anyone made me feel the way you do
I don’t know if I’m in love with you
Perhaps I’m too young to love
But what I do know is this
Seeing you smile is like waking up from a pleasant dream
Making you feel better after a rough week at work
Is like having the best slice of cheesecake possible
(And that says a lot)
What I’m trying to tell you is
That I enjoy making you happy
Because doing so makes my life
Nothing short of wonderful

Hope you like it  :wink

xoxoxo,
Yukino

Duuuude, no one comes in here anymore =( I miss you guys!

xoxoxo,
Yukino

This poem is rated PG-13 (just thought I'd tell y'all) It's quite tasteful though =)

I know you can show me
What its like
And I want you to
I want to completely succumb to you
I am yours to hold, to kiss, to touch
To make love to
I want to know what your skin feels like
Against mine
And what your lips taste like
Show me

xoxoxo,
Yukino =P

This is the first time I've been here and Yukino I must say I love your work!  :wink

Bravo!! :clap :clap :clap

Yukino,

I'm sorry I haven't been here in a while.  Great poems as always.  Did you know about the Clay Poetry contest on Valentine's Day?  You had to use only words from  A Thousand Days.  Our very own Claymanaic, Cindy, won the contest.  She got a phone call from Clay!

Here is Cindy's poem:

I believe in angels
Cause I believe in you
Way down in your soul
Your light shines through

When you reach out for me
I just drown in your eyes
Like a thousand spinning lights
Seen up in the skies

You're the man that I love
All my days and my nights
You're my sun and my moon
For your love I would fight

A promise to you
Said back in the start
Your love I will hold
Right home in my heart

Cause I believe in angels
And I believe in you

Hey Guys!

     I haven't been on here in forever-omg!( Due to a lack of inspiration-lol =P ) Anyway, here's my latest masterpiece:

Untitled

The way you make me feel, my darling
Is amazing
When I'm with you
I feel as though I could float
And when you hug me
I don't want you to let go
At this moment, I'm missing you
Your smile, your laugh
Everything about you that I adore
Are you thinking of me?
Do you imagine what it would be like
To see me again
To hold and kiss me?
Thoughts of seeing you again
Of holding and kissing you
Consume me

xoxoxo,
Yuki  :clayfan

Yuki............. :hugg that was a great one!! :clap

You are very talented!! :thumb

Okay, nobody throw tomatoes 

Here's one of mine from December '06

Eight Thousand Miles

 

Eight thousand miles
The space between you and I
But just a breath away and you're here
The heat and the life, everything that I need

Eight thousand miles
The sea drowns all our fears
Wash me, wrap me with your body
Filling the empty chasm in my soul

Eight thousand miles
The mountains of circumstance
We walk a perilous and unknown path
To see, to feel, to know
The flames guide our every step

Eight thousand miles
Vast plains stretch the endless moments
We live for the words, the voice that penetrates
Deep within, the truth reveals

Eight thousand miles
I'm waiting on your shore
My tears can't hide the rush
Your breath enters mine
We live and die in a moment, for a lifetime

Eight thousand miles
The space between you and I
We are joined
Unspeakable and unbreakable
No time and no place

Just Love

 :clap :clap :clap :clap :clap :clap :clap

Susan...............you are a great poet!! :hugg

yes susan
always loved that one :bigsmile

That's really beautiful Susan!  :clap  :clap

thank you tammy, cindy, and stephen  :hugg   :hugg   :hugg

Susan, that was lovely.  So romantic, and full of yearning and hope.

 :clap

Yuki - You know I'm a huge fan.  Love the new masterpiece, and glad to see you're back to writing.  I truly believe you have a gift.  It's beautiful, as always.

Susan - Your poem is lovely!  So expressive and descriptive, it paints a verbal picture of what you're feeling.  It's very beautiful.  Thank you for sharing it with us.

thank you Kris  :hugg

I'd really like some opinions and responses to some of my poetry. Thanks!
(hey, the way I figure it, there's no better way to make friends than by bearing your soul, right?)

The first one's called Rapture

I cannot say
what makes me feel this way
your green eyes speak
and I can't help but listen
your lips move
but make no sound
sloppy-written words
in sloppy-written letters
mean everything
and yet
say nothing to someone
who is not listening
your green eyes speak
and I can't help but listen

Here's another. This has been one of my favorites for a long time.

Wings

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

Tory they are both really great poems!! :clap

I especially love the second one....

This one is so beautiful!!  :wink

Thanks! I love that one too. I wrote it a while ago and it just seems to keep growing on me :smile

I can HONESTLY say that I can relate to that one! :wink

I do not write poems, I write FF myself!

I understand where you're coming from. I write fiction too. I'm working on a FF, but it's still kind of in the works.

Thanks for the feedback LadyC =P You're so nice!  :pig (I love this cute little piggy by the way) So yeah, here's another one:

At this moment
I would do anything
If I could see your face
If I could hold you
For just a few seconds
My heart would rejoice

xoxoxo,
Yukino

Yukino, beautiful as always.  Which reminds me...where is that Clay Aiken anyway??!?!?!

:giggle

I'm glad you got inspired again!

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!!  :lol

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.  :lol

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!!  :smile I like it! :clap

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.   :bigsmile  And now poet!!!  Check you out!   :yahoo Seriously though - your poem is really very pretty!  I love it.   

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

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

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. :hugg I'm not much of a poem writer, more of an admirer, so I'm quite the lurker here. :lol 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? :lol

As said, I'm not much of a poem writer, though I write little rhyming ones, which are just kind of dumb. :lol 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. :lmao Dumb, isn't it? :lol 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). :lol So, go and check my email, and turns out that all the teachers were doing junior review, so no class that day. :lol So I wrote that poem. Aww, the memories. :lol I really wish I met Clay that day. :roflmao

Hope you like my weird little poem.

Carla :bubble

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  :purpbana

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.

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.  :smile  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.  :giggle



:lol

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!  :pig

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...  :para  (Please don't kill me-lol!)

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! :flower

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

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...  :smile

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!  :bouncy

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.

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

-Yuki

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

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

Greetings~

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

~Yuki =P

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

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.


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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!!!)

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

Hugs,
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.


(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Prissy2/1053696853_AOtherclay10.jpg)

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!!!)

(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Prissy2/bg2_31.jpg)

(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Prissy2/bg2_13.jpg)

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Prissy~
I loveeeee "Those Aiken Shakin' Hips" its sooo cute =]

Everyone~
I gave up on Mr. Jonathan Pyo, he doen't love me and never will; however, I now have a boyfriend named Mr. Steve Rymal who adores me (and vice versa)~yay <3

~yuki

my steve is a car salesman for dodge, so i wrote him a theme song~lol  :lol
it's to the tune of the spiderman theme song~k?

Dodge man, dodge man
Sells cars like no one can
Neons, magnums and caravans too
Dodge man will help you find the one that's right for you!

~yuki

hey guys it's the depressing one :lmao Thought I'd pop in. Just stopped by to see and re-save my poems on my laptop. I'm going to a poetry reading tonight.  :paraI'm not sure if I'm going to read our not since -- well it scares the crap out of me thinking of reading my stuff in front of people. But anyways great job as usual!!!! :bigsmile

Here's a new one I can share no title but the date :lol

November 5th 2007
Sometimes I feel small
I’m going to lose it all
Traveling down a path that’s dark
I’ll never find a way out
I’ll scream all I want
I’ll try to run away the tears and fears
I’ll cry out to you
I know they’ll be no response
I need something
Someone I don’t yet know
When will I know them
It feels like I’m nothing to society
I have a set out plan
But its sure to fail
No matter how I try nothing going to turn out right
I’ll cry and cry and cry
But nothing will come of it.

Claytonsmyccf~ u need to cheer up a bit woman~lol =P you express your feelings quite well though

Everyone~ you guys need to come in more often

no one ever comes in here *sob* i don't have any poetry at the moment, but inspiration shall come soon ;)

I think people do come here, but mostly just to read.... in fact, I followed you in here to see if you had written something new!  :smile

Oh inspiration....wherefore art thou?
Hiding from me like a child at play,
Perhaps to show yourself another day?

Hee!

PS - Mr. Pyo's loss yukino.... :wink

Yukino,

I have not been here in a while.  I'm glad to hear you have a new love.

I have been writing stories in LadyC's Story Challenges.  You might enjoy trying out a story or two;  you could write it as a poem, I think.

This is just a poem I wrote a little while ago and thought I'd post it.

Sloppy Stitches
With every slanted latter I etch on fish wielding puffins
A small part of my soul disappears
Yet with your two dozen sloppy signs on paper
Sent in a bottle across the ocean
My soul is patched – knitted
By your pen strokes
Never straight or neat, but always strong enough

Pamela~ yes it is mr. pyo's loss-lol =P

Prissy~ sorry to disappoint you, but mr. rymal turned out to be a pathetic jerk so we're not together anymore

Everyone~ i'm working on a poem as we speak, which i shall post next time along with my usual commentary on the poem =]

<3 yuki

Greetings Fellow Poets and/or Claymaniacs~

As promised, I have a new poem for you guys~enjoy =]

Untitled

I can never find the right words
My dear
But I will do my very best
For you are well worth the effort
You make me feel so...
Alive
On my way home last night
I was laughing and crying
At the same time
Laughing because you make me
So happy
Crying because I wanted
More than anything
To follow you home
So that I could
Spend the rest of the night
With you
And wake up next to you
In the morning
But I couldn't
I can't stop thinking about
How it felt to have your arm
Around me
And it was sweet of you
To try to keep my hands warm
Speaking of warmth
I get a warm feeling inside
Every time I see you
In fact
I can't even think about you
Without smiling
I think I'm...
Falling in love with you

Comments: This is for my boyfriend Cesar <3 He's sooo great =] Any ideas for a title?

~Yuki

Hello Mates~

Another poem for my Cesar...

Although these words are not my own
At times it is best
To let those who are more articulate
Roll the perfect diction
Off of our tongues
(It's ok, just write it)
I love you more
Than i could ever promise

Comments~ The words "I love you more than I cold ever promise" are from "The Way I Am" by Ingrid Michaelson, its such a good song!

Greetings Everyone =]

I have a new poem~yay!

I'm all yours dear
For as long as you'd like me to be yours
My heart is filled with love for you
I've never felt this way about someone before
(Ever)
My body completely succumbs to you
When you kiss me
Especially when you don't stop
And I can't think about anything else
Or feel anything else
I've never been very spiritual
But I think my soul hearts you too
I could write you hundreds of poems
Give you thousands of kisses
Admire how exquisite you are
Millions of times
None of it would be enough to express
Just how soft my soft spot is for you

~Yuki

Hello!

I haven't been here in a while.  So many threads some times it's hard to get to a majority of them.

Yukino,
Always love your poems.  You are able to express your feelings so well.  Maybe Cesar for the title?

Writer365
Very interesting and unusual poem.  I enjoyed it.

Hugs,
Prissy

Thank you Prissy =] Perhaps I shall call the poem "Cesar" since I wrote it for him-lol =]

~Yukino

i don't have a poem this time, but i just wanted to say "hello" to my fellow claymaniacs/poets =] i love you guys!