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Guest guest Posted December 13, 2006 Report Share Posted December 13, 2006 Oh, gosh Theresa ... taking a deep breath ... it's like being you, reading your poem ... know the experience. Thank you. In a message dated 12/12/2006 10:39:48 P.M. Eastern Standard Time, clanmesa@... writes: "Specks"Hoochy mama Hoochy mamabuns buns bunsThe pen drops from my handand rolls across my notebookbreath drawn through my clenched teethHe plays with those floating specks—his toysthe color entrancing, glittering jewelshis songs—silly words infused with joy—bounce around as he spins with the twinkling colorsDo ya love me? Do ya love me?weeeeoooo weeeeoooo weeeeooooI look through the stream of dust, those silver specksfloating in the sunlighteach speck a thought I had—I think I hadI grab for one for the millionth timebut it disappears against my skinCoronado-head Coronado-headdada dada dadaThe music that I play to mask his songstakes his hand and sings them in duetflailing at my mind in stereotapping, rapping at my brainas I seek to escape to quietshmuh-geh-gum shmuh-geh-gumbig fat ugly shmuh-geh-gumI hate this place of reining in feelingsthat prick like a kniferegretted words that float with the specksEasier to think of dirty dishesstains in the carpetwhat’s for dinnerI need chocolate—so much chocolateand a Xanax or two...or threeI smile to myselfKiss my buttcrack Kiss my buttcrackHoochy mama Hoochy mamaPlease let me exorcise these thoughts before I diePlease!Books and phrases feed the addictiona hunger for therapy with paper and penan excavation of the heartI’m a British man I’m a British British manweeeeoooo weeeeoooo weeeeooooI’m a poor sort of mothermy selfishness calling for this addictionIn absolution, I softly blow on the dustin the sunlit stream of thoughtsand smile sadlyas I watch my imaginings scatterand resign myself to the lesser loss of the momentDo ya love me? Do ya love me?Do ya love me? Do ya love me? Copyright 2000 Theresa MesaTheresa Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 13, 2006 Report Share Posted December 13, 2006 WOWTheresa Mesa <clanmesa@...> wrote: Here's another poem I wrote a while back, drawing on my experiences with my son. Keep in mind my son also has Tourette syndrome."Specks"Hoochy mama Hoochy mamabuns buns bunsThe pen drops from my handand rolls across my notebookbreath drawn through my clenched teethHe plays with those floating specks—his toysthe color entrancing, glittering jewelshis songs—silly words infused with joy—bounce around as he spins with the twinkling colorsDo ya love me? Do ya love me?weeeeoooo weeeeoooo weeeeooooI look through the stream of dust, those silver specksfloating in the sunlighteach speck a thought I had—I think I hadI grab for one for the millionth timebut it disappears against my skinCoronado-head Coronado-headdada dada dadaThe music that I play to mask his songstakes his hand and sings them in duetflailing at my mind in stereotapping, rapping at my brainas I seek to escape to quietshmuh-geh-gum shmuh-geh-gumbig fat ugly shmuh-geh-gumI hate this place of reining in feelingsthat prick like a kniferegretted words that float with the specksEasier to think of dirty dishesstains in the carpetwhat’s for dinnerI need chocolate—so much chocolateand a Xanax or two...or threeI smile to myselfKiss my buttcrack Kiss my buttcrackHoochy mama Hoochy mamaPlease let me exorcise these thoughts before I diePlease!Books and phrases feed the addictiona hunger for therapy with paper and penan excavation of the heartI’m a British man I’m a British British manweeeeoooo weeeeoooo weeeeooooI’m a poor sort of mothermy selfishness calling for this addictionIn absolution, I softly blow on the dustin the sunlit stream of thoughtsand smile sadlyas I watch my imaginings scatterand resign myself to the lesser loss of the momentDo ya love me? Do ya love me?Do ya love me? Do ya love me?Copyright 2000 Theresa MesaTheresa Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 14, 2006 Report Share Posted December 14, 2006 Thanks. I love to write poetry. No time anymore. Sometimes it helps to hear other people feel the same dark way you might feel sometimes, to know you're not alone, that you're not bad, that you're not a bad mom - that you're a great mom, because you do all this every day without going insane, except in your secret moments that no one else knows about... ;-). Theresa Mesa Mesa Design House http://mesadesignhouse.com 909-335-9710 Hours: By appointment only On Dec 13, 2006, at 6:40 AM, sunrose101@... wrote: > Oh, gosh Theresa ... taking a deep breath ... it's like being you, > reading your poem ... know the experience. Thank you. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 14, 2006 Report Share Posted December 14, 2006 Well, here's one of mine..... Louie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 14, 2006 Report Share Posted December 14, 2006 Where is your poem? Theresa Mesa Mesa Design House http://mesadesignhouse.com 909-335-9710 Hours: By appointment only On Dec 14, 2006, at 2:49 PM, Annie wrote: > Well, here's one of mine..... > > Louie > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 15, 2006 Report Share Posted December 15, 2006 Hmmm..... For some reason, it didn't make it here. We will try again. Louie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 15, 2006 Report Share Posted December 15, 2006 You can't send attachments - try just pasting it into the email -- Re: Another poem Hmmm..... For some reason, it didn't make it here. We will try again. Louie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 15, 2006 Report Share Posted December 15, 2006 You can't send attachments - try just pasting it into the email -- Re: Another poem Hmmm..... For some reason, it didn't make it here. We will try again. Louie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 15, 2006 Report Share Posted December 15, 2006 Annie wrote: > > > Hmmm..... For some reason, it didn't make it here. We will try again. > And again!!!!! I can't figure out why it won't paste..... Louie Was Two Brown hair brushed and shining, blue eyes in dark lashes, going to Grandma's house to celebrate his day. Louie wasn't there. Not really. His body stood behind the cake. Little hands, nerveless, guided through mazes of ribbon. Bright paper unnoticed. His eyes, blue as the sky at noon, gaze into private universes where only he is allowed entry. He stood unmoving, among toys and laughing children, and was alone. 2/23/94 Annie, who loves ya annie@... -- " Show me the man you honor, and I will know what kind of man you are, for it shows me what your ideal of manhood is and what kind of man you long to be. " -- Carlyle Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 15, 2006 Report Share Posted December 15, 2006 Did you try to attach it? It's not showing up. Theresa Mesa Mesa Design House http://mesadesignhouse.com 909-335-9710 Hours: By appointment only On Dec 14, 2006, at 4:22 PM, Annie wrote: > Hmmm..... For some reason, it didn't make it here. We will try > again. > > Louie > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 15, 2006 Report Share Posted December 15, 2006 Wow! Nice poem! Theresa Mesa Mesa Design House http://mesadesignhouse.com 909-335-9710 Hours: By appointment only On Dec 14, 2006, at 4:32 PM, Annie wrote: > Annie wrote: > > > > > > Hmmm..... For some reason, it didn't make it here. We will try > again. > > > And again!!!!! I can't figure out why it won't paste..... > > Louie Was Two > > Brown hair brushed and shining, > blue eyes in dark lashes, > going to Grandma's house > to celebrate his day. > > Louie wasn't there. > Not really. > > His body stood behind the cake. > Little hands, > nerveless, > guided through mazes of ribbon. > Bright paper unnoticed. > > His eyes, > blue as the sky at noon, > gaze into private universes > where only he is allowed entry. > > He stood unmoving, > among toys and laughing children, > and was alone. > > 2/23/94 > > Annie, who loves ya annie@... > -- > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 24, 2007 Report Share Posted May 24, 2007 that was incredible. ahhhh, nothing like crying your eyes out before bed! On 5/24/07, bault123 <kault@...> wrote: > > I was teary eyed the first time I read this poem. It's from apraxia- > kids web site. > ~ Bonnie > > Apraxia's Silent Star > by Sue Pascale > > You live in a world of silence, > Yet have so much to say. > You always tell us stories explaining your entire day. > > Many do not understand when their questions go unanswered, > They do not realize speech has yet to be mastered. > > Days at the park are tough when you want to ask them to play, > Most times they don't understand and tend to walk away. > > A child with so much to share, > If only people could take a moment to care. > > Sometimes a bellyache or maybe you are just tired, > The way you have learned to express yourself simply must be admired. > > Children say the darndest things, at least that is what they say, > I am sure you have all the same thoughts the words just have a delay. > > I was told once you started talking I would wish you hadn't due to > all you would say, > I promise when your ready to speak you can talk with me all day. > > Silent words you show me with sign language everyday, > Looking to communicate in some other way. > > You continue to face the challenge of expressing your wants and needs, > We have laid out all the groundwork before us and planted all of our > seeds. > > This world can at times be very unkind, > Especially if others believe you're behind. > > Fortunately your heart is made of solid gold, > You're strong, brave and have much to behold. > > We love you just as you are, > To us you are a shining star. > > Unlike any other child we have ever known, > For you are a child of our very own. > > One day soon the words will begin to flow, > Then you can tell us all the things that we did not know. > > Until that day we will educate all, > So that other children are not made to feel small. > > Your eyes are like windows to the silence and fear, > When often frustration can cause you a tear. > > But at that moment we give you a kiss and a hug, > Sometimes when you need us our pants feel a tug. > > Tomorrow is another day for your words to grow, > This is a promise and something we all know. > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 5, 2007 Report Share Posted July 5, 2007 Love it Randy....you write from the soul....)) love and light viv --- Randy <jqpublic_59@...> wrote: > > (no Title Really) > > > To me you are > not what I want > but what I need. > My reassurances and gentle dreams. > My life itself. > > I have become whole- > So many things I have thankfully lost, > or thankfully gained. > When you speak (or even breathe), > the world evaporates, > and all that exists is you. > Precious you. > > I have become empty- > Because all that I have shed, > and all new petals grown > were born of you. > Your essence covers me, > blankets me, > like a cloud which belongs in heaven. > > You are my mirror. > My reflection; > so easily seen and understood, > for everything I am made of > lies within you. > -Again, Precious you. > > I have freely given you > my heart and my soul, > with no effort or second thoughts. > Such a blessed magic > to bring this forth! > > (taking a moment to sigh and smile).......... > > All that is missing > is love's embrace. > Your soft white skin; > the vessel > which contains your light. > Time not given, > or taken > as of yet. Perhaps never. > Time not spent > as an offering. > A marriage of song. > Music to the heavens. > A gift to the universe. > > Yes, I love you far far beyond > love's boundries and definitions. > Yes, our oneness is so easily seen; > mutually acknowledged, > and Yes, > one can become two, > to become one. > > > ................................................ > > I hope this was enjoyed. I have been writting > since youth. As a teen, I was very inspired by a > used book I bought by an author named Walter Benton. > His wording and style captivated me. I mainly write > love/romantic poetry, some happy some sad, and in > honesty, I have never known the words I write > about. I just have a very big imagination I suppose. > But, on a good side, others enjoy so it is all still > productive. > > > > > > Warmth and Light, > > brother Randy > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --------------------------------- > Get the toolbar and be alerted to new email > wherever you're surfing. Vam ________________________________________________________________________________\ ____ Be a better Globetrotter. Get better travel answers from someone who knows. Answers - Check it out. http://answers./dir/?link=list & sid=396545469 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 5, 2007 Report Share Posted July 5, 2007 Very much enjoyed Randy. Thank you again for sharing your words. I think we might have a group full of writers here. I would love to hear other's writing as well. Much love and endless blessings,Stefanie>> > (no Title Really)> > > To me you are> not what I want> but what I need.> My reassurances and gentle dreams.> My life itself.> > I have become whole-> So many things I have thankfully lost,> or thankfully gained.> When you speak (or even breathe),> the world evaporates,> and all that exists is you.> Precious you.> > I have become empty-> Because all that I have shed,> and all new petals grown> were born of you.> Your essence covers me,> blankets me,> like a cloud which belongs in heaven.> > You are my mirror.> My reflection;> so easily seen and understood,> for everything I am made of> lies within you.> -Again, Precious you.> > I have freely given you> my heart and my soul,> with no effort or second thoughts.> Such a blessed magic> to bring this forth!> > (taking a moment to sigh and smile)..........> > All that is missing> is love's embrace.> Your soft white skin;> the vessel> which contains your light.> Time not given,> or taken> as of yet. Perhaps never.> Time not spent> as an offering.> A marriage of song.> Music to the heavens.> A gift to the universe.> > Yes, I love you far far beyond> love's boundries and definitions.> Yes, our oneness is so easily seen;> mutually acknowledged,> and Yes,> one can become two,> to become one.> > > ................................................> > I hope this was enjoyed. I have been writting since youth. As a teen, I was very inspired by a used book I bought by an author named Walter Benton. His wording and style captivated me. I mainly write love/romantic poetry, some happy some sad, and in honesty, I have never known the words I write about. I just have a very big imagination I suppose. But, on a good side, others enjoy so it is all still productive.> > > > > Warmth and Light,> brother Randy> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ---------------------------------> Get the toolbar and be alerted to new email wherever you're surfing.> Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 5, 2007 Report Share Posted July 5, 2007 Thank you for sharing these words Randy, you are trully blessed. Love and peace Angel of Love > > > > > > (no Title Really) > > > > > > To me you are > > not what I want > > but what I need. > > My reassurances and gentle dreams. > > My life itself. > > > > I have become whole- > > So many things I have thankfully lost, > > or thankfully gained. > > When you speak (or even breathe), > > the world evaporates, > > and all that exists is you. > > Precious you. > > > > I have become empty- > > Because all that I have shed, > > and all new petals grown > > were born of you. > > Your essence covers me, > > blankets me, > > like a cloud which belongs in heaven. > > > > You are my mirror. > > My reflection; > > so easily seen and understood, > > for everything I am made of > > lies within you. > > -Again, Precious you. > > > > I have freely given you > > my heart and my soul, > > with no effort or second thoughts. > > Such a blessed magic > > to bring this forth! > > > > (taking a moment to sigh and smile).......... > > > > All that is missing > > is love's embrace. > > Your soft white skin; > > the vessel > > which contains your light. > > Time not given, > > or taken > > as of yet. Perhaps never. > > Time not spent > > as an offering. > > A marriage of song. > > Music to the heavens. > > A gift to the universe. > > > > Yes, I love you far far beyond > > love's boundries and definitions. > > Yes, our oneness is so easily seen; > > mutually acknowledged, > > and Yes, > > one can become two, > > to become one. > > > > > > ................................................ > > > > I hope this was enjoyed. I have been writting since youth. As a > teen, I was very inspired by a used book I bought by an author named > Walter Benton. His wording and style captivated me. I mainly write > love/romantic poetry, some happy some sad, and in honesty, I have never > known the words I write about. I just have a very big imagination I > suppose. But, on a good side, others enjoy so it is all still > productive. > > > > > > > > > > Warmth and Light, > > brother Randy > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --------------------------------- > > Get the toolbar and be alerted to new email wherever you're > surfing. > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 5, 2007 Report Share Posted July 5, 2007 Randy one word beautiful! Stefanie, sorry love I can barely spell let alone write, so if it is good with the rest of you I will just admire your work. Love and Blessings. UR Friend, Debbie ^*^ Angel of Peace> >> >> > (no Title Really)> >> >> > To me you are> > not what I want> > but what I need.> > My reassurances and gentle dreams.> > My life itself.> >> > I have become whole-> > So many things I have thankfully lost,> > or thankfully gained.> > When you speak (or even breathe),> > the world evaporates,> > and all that exists is you.> > Precious you.> >> > I have become empty-> > Because all that I have shed,> > and all new petals grown> > were born of you.> > Your essence covers me,> > blankets me,> > like a cloud which belongs in heaven.> >> > You are my mirror.> > My reflection;> > so easily seen and understood,> > for everything I am made of> > lies within you.> > -Again, Precious you.> >> > I have freely given you> > my heart and my soul,> > with no effort or second thoughts.> > Such a blessed magic> > to bring this forth!> >> > (taking a moment to sigh and smile)..........> >> > All that is missing> > is love's embrace.> > Your soft white skin;> > the vessel> > which contains your light.> > Time not given,> > or taken> > as of yet. Perhaps never.> > Time not spent> > as an offering.> > A marriage of song.> > Music to the heavens.> > A gift to the universe.> >> > Yes, I love you far far beyond> > love's boundries and definitions.> > Yes, our oneness is so easily seen;> > mutually acknowledged,> > and Yes,> > one can become two,> > to become one.> >> >> > ................................................> >> > I hope this was enjoyed. I have been writting since youth. As a> teen, I was very inspired by a used book I bought by an author named> Walter Benton. His wording and style captivated me. I mainly write> love/romantic poetry, some happy some sad, and in honesty, I have never> known the words I write about. I just have a very big imagination I> suppose. But, on a good side, others enjoy so it is all still> productive.> >> >> >> >> > Warmth and Light,> > brother Randy> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> > ---------------------------------> > Get the toolbar and be alerted to new email wherever you're> surfing.> >> Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 13, 2007 Report Share Posted July 13, 2007 Dear Randy, Simply put...AMAZING!! To not have felt this for yourself but to be able to put thes wonderful words together in such beauty and harmony?? Now that is what I call a special gift! This was soooooo beautiful, I can definitely relate to the words/feelings expressed in this poem. I am at a loss for words, for I do not feel I can really convey the beauty and the love in this poem and the love felt from you...You are truly special and keep those poems coming! Thank you so much for sharing them with us and me!! Om Mani Padme Hum, LUNA > > > (no Title Really) > > > To me you are > not what I want > but what I need. > My reassurances and gentle dreams. > My life itself. > > I have become whole- > So many things I have thankfully lost, > or thankfully gained. > When you speak (or even breathe), > the world evaporates, > and all that exists is you. > Precious you. > > I have become empty- > Because all that I have shed, > and all new petals grown > were born of you. > Your essence covers me, > blankets me, > like a cloud which belongs in heaven. > > You are my mirror. > My reflection; > so easily seen and understood, > for everything I am made of > lies within you. > -Again, Precious you. > > I have freely given you > my heart and my soul, > with no effort or second thoughts. > Such a blessed magic > to bring this forth! > > (taking a moment to sigh and smile).......... > > All that is missing > is love's embrace. > Your soft white skin; > the vessel > which contains your light. > Time not given, > or taken > as of yet. Perhaps never. > Time not spent > as an offering. > A marriage of song. > Music to the heavens. > A gift to the universe. > > Yes, I love you far far beyond > love's boundries and definitions. > Yes, our oneness is so easily seen; > mutually acknowledged, > and Yes, > one can become two, > to become one. > > > ................................................ > > I hope this was enjoyed. I have been writting since youth. As a teen, I was very inspired by a used book I bought by an author named Walter Benton. His wording and style captivated me. I mainly write love/romantic poetry, some happy some sad, and in honesty, I have never known the words I write about. I just have a very big imagination I suppose. But, on a good side, others enjoy so it is all still productive. > > > > > Warmth and Light, > brother Randy > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --------------------------------- > Get the toolbar and be alerted to new email wherever you're surfing. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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