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Dpoetist First Time Poster Username: Dpoetist
Post Number: 1 Registered: 01-2004
Rating: N/A Votes: 0 (Vote!) | Posted on Wednesday, January 28, 2004 - 11:45 am: |
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What happened o this site!!!! It is NOTHING like it used to be, it has become like a uhhhhh...WARZONE! We used to share poetry that was reflective of black unity, love, black power etc. and it may receive critiqe or love but it was always refreshing and inspiring to come to the site and read the post. Change is constant but this site has changed for the worse in my opinion. ABM seems to get under people's skin here and I, personally cannot let ANYONE get that deep into my personal space...especially someone I do not know or cannot see. Anytime ABM is taken so seriously that it requires 39 hits to his poem and a poem like Val's gets only five, I know it's time for me to go. Thanks for the memories.....
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Troy Newbie Poster Username: Troy
Post Number: 11 Registered: 01-2004
Rating: N/A Votes: 0 (Vote!) | Posted on Friday, January 30, 2004 - 08:00 pm: |
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Hi Dpoetist, nothing is like it used to be, everything changes over time, as you said. I can't agree more with what you wrote "I, personally cannot let ANYONE get that deep into my personal space...especially someone I do not know or cannot see." I have to admit once or twice I was angered by something someone wrote on these discussion boards, but they caught me in a bad mood and I temporarily forgot the truth you mentioned above. Indeed, it even applies in the physical world as well. Thanks pointing out Val's poem. However, know that the poem will be read by more people, that those who will react to it by posting a reply. As a result, Val's poem may touch people than she may never know. The board is sucessful not beacuse of the moderator, or the webmaster. It is sucessful because of the posters. If you leave Dpoetist so does a piece of the board. However history shows that new people will come and bring something different to the mix. Another thing about change, other than it being constant, is that it typically does not come easily or without stress. That is part of what you you are seeing on this board -- and while it is not what it used to be, I'm sure it will emerge better than it was.
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Cynique Newbie Poster Username: Cynique
Post Number: 9 Registered: 01-2004
Rating: N/A Votes: 0 (Vote!) | Posted on Saturday, January 31, 2004 - 12:57 pm: |
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It's no secret that the cynic known as Cynique dismisses maudlin sentimentality and raises a skeptical eyebrow at romantic illusions. But - there's another Cynique who sometimes shifts into her "Middle Earth" mode and, oh, how she longs for her Lord Aragorn. In the glow of your darkness, do you see what I dream? In the echo of your silence do you hear what I wish? In the reach of your touch do you feel what I crave? What magic that in the blink of an eternity, then is now, and how real is the there of you, stilling my wonder with the caress of your yes, Giving breath to my fantasy, soul to my body for one moment in time. Well, so much for mushy musings. Gotta go eat my baloney sandwich. |
Lambd First Time Poster Username: Lambd
Post Number: 1 Registered: 01-2004
Rating: N/A Votes: 0 (Vote!) | Posted on Saturday, January 31, 2004 - 01:22 pm: |
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I see what you dream in the glow of our darkness. The echo of your poem resonates in my heart with astonishing sharpness. I feel what you crave in the magic of your touch. I need what you need, I want you so much------all of this I miss, Your kiss. Your throaty hiss. Your heat. The arch of your pedicured feet. The smell of your breath. The absence of your magic is a slow death. That moment of which you speak is the fantasy of my freak. My sleek meat to your neat seat. The message that you write has given light to my sight. And I am lifted with hope that in my absence you still seek my freek. Don't say no.. Give me that one moment in time to breathe life into your fantasy, your body and your soul. |
Lambd Newbie Poster Username: Lambd
Post Number: 2 Registered: 01-2004
Rating: N/A Votes: 0 (Vote!) | Posted on Saturday, January 31, 2004 - 01:24 pm: |
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Cynique--------------you started in with the mushy crap! |
Cynique Newbie Poster Username: Cynique
Post Number: 10 Registered: 01-2004
Rating: N/A Votes: 0 (Vote!) | Posted on Saturday, January 31, 2004 - 05:26 pm: |
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Is that you, myyyyyyyy PRECIOUS!!!!??? |
Cynique Newbie Poster Username: Cynique
Post Number: 11 Registered: 01-2004
Rating: N/A Votes: 0 (Vote!) | Posted on Saturday, January 31, 2004 - 05:28 pm: |
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Actually, your poem wasn't that bad, Lambd. It was clever. |
Rondall Moderator Username: Rondall
Post Number: 1 Registered: 01-2004
Rating: N/A Votes: 0 (Vote!) | Posted on Saturday, January 31, 2004 - 05:44 pm: |
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Cynique, I have read that poem over and over, and I still impressed. The lilt of your speech suggest extraordinary poetic form. I applaud you and beckon for more. But fo' real tho, that was tight! |
Sisg First Time Poster Username: Sisg
Post Number: 1 Registered: 01-2004
Rating: N/A Votes: 0 (Vote!) | Posted on Saturday, January 31, 2004 - 06:34 pm: |
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Hey yall, I agree with Rondall, good job Cynique and Lambd great come back, yall getting me all willy-nilly up in here. Keep it up! Sisg formally known as Sisgal back on the beat! |
Lambd Newbie Poster Username: Lambd
Post Number: 4 Registered: 01-2004
Rating: N/A Votes: 0 (Vote!) | Posted on Sunday, February 01, 2004 - 11:51 am: |
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C-neek, my sweet, I strive to be clever on the site because in real life I am a bonehead. Thanks Sisg, The fact that you are all willy-nilly got me all silly. Wheelie silly! Rondall, I applaud you for aplauding my woman. Don't get fresh, tho. I know you had some innuendo hidden in there somewhere. I just can't find it yet. Errboddy wont mah CEE-CEE!....She is tight tho. In a lot of ways. She got that poetic rhyme goin and she got many an intelligent comment on the Literature side too. She gets me silly and willy-nilly all the time. I'd like to make a suggestion or two to her extraodinary form myself. |
Lambd Newbie Poster Username: Lambd
Post Number: 5 Registered: 01-2004
Rating: N/A Votes: 0 (Vote!) | Posted on Sunday, February 01, 2004 - 11:58 am: |
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As far as Dpoetist rolling out on her longtime poetree family, I know Dpoetist needs this creative outlet, so she will be back. She has a need to share her poetry with the world and she writes constantly. So I know she is going to want us to critique her new stuff. I will call her sometime today and she will be posting something swell for us in no time. Trust in Lambd. |
Rondall Moderator Username: Rondall
Post Number: 2 Registered: 01-2004
Rating: N/A Votes: 0 (Vote!) | Posted on Sunday, February 01, 2004 - 02:03 pm: |
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That is very sweet of you Lambd. Good looking out! We need to hear a voice like hers on here. Thanks again |
Dpoetist Newbie Poster Username: Dpoetist
Post Number: 2 Registered: 01-2004
Rating: N/A Votes: 0 (Vote!) | Posted on Monday, February 02, 2004 - 09:48 am: |
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aiiiright...so I can't resist this sight. I guess I just needed to vent my frustrations. Lambd, so what you know me well(smile). I'm not much of a poster now, I just enjoy reading other's work, but I will post this... Suppressed Memories Just when I thought there was nothing left to hide God gave me a peek of what was left inside When I was sixteen, I went on a date but i didn't know that it would end up in rape I kept hitting him and screaming NO!!! But he overpowered me and wouldn't let me go until finally I lay there feeling empty and used while he finished his business looking quite amused the smirk on his face made me sick and he kept insisting that I wanted it I thought about telling someone else but instead I kept it to myself I blamed myself for the whole thing never to bring it up again i buried it and tucked it so far away that i actually forgot...until today listening to someone else's triumph over childhood molestation brought my rape into full manifestation God told me a while ago that this was my season of purging Never would I have imagined that this would be emerging emotions came crashing dead in my face and I feel like it was just yesterday I thought I let all of this go but God said no... what I let go of were branches to a tree I pulled up one root and thought I was free but upon further shaking and pruning this rape root was found to be ruining me from the inside out because it fed my doubt kept me from living out truth never allowing my mind to fully renew I know Jesus died for my sins but I didn't know that I was locking MYSELF in this revelation has answered a lot of unanswered questions for me although it hurts, I realize God is still setting me free. deserie johnson
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Lambd Newbie Poster Username: Lambd
Post Number: 6 Registered: 01-2004
Rating: N/A Votes: 0 (Vote!) | Posted on Monday, February 02, 2004 - 10:22 am: |
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What's up, baby? This is kind of deep. Call Lambd and let him know you alright. I see you're reading quietly and not saying much. Then you hit me with this little piece of thunder. I need to come take your mind of your sorrow that you so vividly share here. |
Cynique Newbie Poster Username: Cynique
Post Number: 13 Registered: 01-2004
Rating: N/A Votes: 0 (Vote!) | Posted on Monday, February 02, 2004 - 03:09 pm: |
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Rondall and Lambda, you guys shouldn't encourage me! You're opening up a Pandora's box. LOL. I just recently started dabbling in poetry and it's fun to play around with words. But subject matter can be a problem. The following rhymes started to bounce around in my head while I was marooned on the island of my solitude. Reflection On A Pane of Pain I dwell in an invisible cell, serving my sentence of obligation, a helpless victim of resignation. No years off for good behavior, no gaining the parole board's favor. A seductive freedom urges me to escape my prison of apathy. But I have no wings with which to fly, or even salty tears to cry. No key for liberation's door, just the unturned locks of evermore. Time passes with the release of a sigh, and in the end, so too will I.
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