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Front, Porch, Swing. (Free verse) by horus8 Every evening
she smokes cigarettes
on her front porch
Riding that swing
All of her gestures pause
She's not waiting
for that special someone's
home lighting torch
If the swing could speak
it would say, "because",
Because, my friend
Time blindfolded the farm animals
The bonfire out front is hot enough now
To melt the toy metal trucks
Intense enough now to burn the swing,
and the house with shed
The only things left
Would be the tiny flowered weeds
The aphids for the ladybugs
Her eyes show this knowledge
She was the child
i loved more than myself
That spit at the circus
Peed behind the ferris wheel
Shin kicked the ring master
and gave all of the clowns a raise
Lost within the house of mirrors
No razor
No bottle of depressants
Liar
Only cotton candy
I loved you, distempered
Mouth melting and sugar soaked, anger
Don't cut you
Never trust a stranger
I need you
Or, a mustached man
Father
Or, a girdled woman
Mother
Or, the freckled children
Siblings
Because they
don't follow you around like i do
I'm sorry that i came too late
to pump you're guts
I guess i'm gutless
Fertilizer for your milkweed
One day too
You
Out there
Will sit quiet
Chain-smoking
On somebody else's
front, porch, swing
dragging your feet
to simply
slow down.
Up the ladder:
Strange but true
Down the ladder:
alienheart
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Posted: August 14, 2002 6:31 PM PDT; Last modified: December 28, 2002 3:16 PM PSTWeighted score: 6.2777777 Overall Rank: 896 Comments:
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Venus @ 198.81.16.156
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14-Aug-02/7:18 PM
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I'm swinging too. For some reason, I hear Eddie Vedder singing this, maybe it's the 'porch'. 9/10
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horus8 @ 24.126.113.154
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30-Dec-02/12:53 PM
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that is a gret song by the way, and an incredible album.
that song is so fucking powerful...i love that whole album now that i think about it.... i wrote the piece for michelle covalle...i was the one that o.deed' though..i flipped us around alot in the poem...she's happily married now in michigan with a beautiful son 'joshua'...we still talk, it was my faith in us that really died that die...a part of me never left that fucking place..thank god for my ability to cocoon, or i would be in bad, bad shape about right now..thank you it helps me heal..
"Your paid taxes fund those causes" sorry h. you lost me here. not sure where the politics fit in with the lost, the love, the lament. got the levelling beginning, ending, and the staring at the past middle. but then you stopped the damn ferris whell at the top and rocked it. i'm scairt of heights. and then you throw the government at me. what are you going for? am i just dense tonight? uzwize, mmm.
she worked for tardec in michigan, and i got kicked out of the navy, so i had to find under the table jobs for a long time (bad conduct discharge), while she worked for the government.. we used to argue about what path was more rewarding, something like that, you no? i was anti gov, she was gov...we were a hell of a couple...what kinda beer you drinking? i'm drinking red, red wine.. i
--oh, the poem--i don't get the transition from description to conflict. i see there's inherent unrest, but i think that you have become more adept at the weave and wake since 6/99. thanks for the explanation of the scenario. broken dreams clutter the curbside; unworn wishes piled in the attic like so many christmas sweaters are more haunting than the ghosts of the past. future perfect never was. tense. as for the beer, sierra nevdada started the evening. down to coors light and a very old scotch ale, which it's about 80 degrees too hot too drink tonight, but i mat have to bite the bullit, and take one for the team. still no muse. damned if i haven't drained every can and bottle looking for her, though. as far as the pros and cons of arguing, yep, i know. i was married for 5 years, and we came to a fork in the road. thanks a lot, robert frost. we both took a 50% best travelled road. no arguing about the path at all, just, see ya. salty indeed. beer foam salt. what kinda red red you nosing tonight?
I like this just because it is so far from anything I could attempt. Wild change of rhythms, offbeat pauses, funky style. It reminds me of this publisher/poet I once knew and for the life of me cannot remember the name. If I find his books around the house, I will mention him, because I think you would like him. He is all over the place and snubs just about every convention. A bit like this and some of the other work I have read of yours. As far as the poem, I like the concrete images I can piece together (i.e. opening and ending), but the middle loses me with the rambling. But I have a bit of a traditionalist background, so really what do I know.
HEY BABBITT!...i loved this for kinda the same reason...its written a lot like some of my earlier poems so i found it easy to follow...starts off in one place and seems to travel through many different paths, only to have them all end in the same place...got some funk to it, yeah...plus hey, least it wasn't like the first time crossing the equator there ex-navy boy.
Babbit, and brazen...the b squad...yes brazen i am a shellback and a blue nose both were pointless hazing techniques to seperate the boys from the menses, you gotta love frat-house-boat-rides..anyway babbit i read a piece of yours yesterday where you were driving by your old house, and trippin on this lady laughing at an unseen visitor or something...what an image to build off of..left me wanting to jump in my car and try it out...i will as soon as this fear of the outside world subsides o
Hmmmm...Two nines and a two, seems to be splitting the voters. Beautiful start, particularly enjoyed the juxtaposition of (what i supposed to be) the cool evening on the swing and the fire. Peaceful porch against roaring fire imagery. I'll give that bit the nine. But the political references later left me colder..."United States...". But hey, I'm British. I'll average out at a seven and check your other work.
listen mojo until you've spent 13 months in a military prison for pointless shite i don't expect you to "get it", but it has to do with more then what meets the eye people, like for one, the fact that you don't have a real hold on financial stability in this stolen country(don't make me bring up ghost dance, and the indians) until you own a house or a chunk of land...which you end up bartering later for a loan to invest in your own demise...namely "life is an adventour", "but no one get out alive" (van wilder quote. so what's the point in sweating the inbetweens...know what i mean...?n
veddy veddy nice.
thanks..re-edits work better months later..check out 30seconds to mars website..jared letos band, has nothing to do with this poem. i just wanted to share my confusion at current pop bullshit with someone else...if you can figure it all out let me know? life is strange, and i am at a loss to say what's worthwhile intelectualy speaking these days..i fucking give up. i quit. i live in a world of show and tell, and my item is pretentious apocalyptic poetry. can i borrow a role of toilet paper? this is going to take a while. lol..
Jared Leto, Dennis Quaid, Bruce Willis, Keanu Reeves......they all have one thing in common they are all in bands that suck....come on...why the hell would we want to listen to Mr. Leto's music????.....he's only visually stimulating much like yourself lolipop.
you're forgetting billy bob too, but 'dog star', and 'dennis quaid' and the sharks aren't bad compared to the others.
And Steven King and Amy Tan and Dave Barry. Well, all the same band.
Pardon my ignorance once again, but who is Jared Leto?
Hello...it's so nice of you to join us this evening for an enchanted night starring you, me, horus8 and his 100 personnas...hahaaaaa Anyway, Jared Leto got his break in a pre-teen drama called My So Called Life in the mid 1990s....good looking guy...that's about it....I wrote a lovely poem for you...
speaking of uta hagen, we both trained under her. get it now?
Uta Hagen...we followed her book.........you actually trained with her? No way...she is what like 80 these days?....Anyway...lolipop I can't believe you still haven't figured out my identity...oh well...I left a shit load of clues....I must admit I had a lot of fun at your expense, soory mullretard.......haaaahaaaaaaa
well kind of, she just sort of came in and and mumbled and and smoked and critiqued performances..she smokes like a chimney..clues aye ? do i know you physically? i would of guessed you were z, settle, or p&k, but then again i can think of a load of my friends that would get off on doing shit like this to me also. just to talk to me these days, because see, i only communicate with the outside world lately via poemranker..i'm mentally ill. pretty soon this is how i'll shop and pay my bills...i'm working on a program in a program with nentwined.
challenge for the actor, or respect?
respect=being polite and replying to e-mail
You haven't shown me any, so why should I?
i'm preparing for the first of the year (rent) and feeling acutely aggoraphobic. sorry. figured that was you. Also, i'm moody and unsocial. Why? miss me. Shawn came by today whacky as ever. If he knew who you were he'd die. ha haha..funny shit. and i saw the two towers last night, you know a movie blows chunks when the acting award should go to the computer generated bad guy. what are you doing at home tonight? sopranos are on.
Ok, sorry I didn't know you had PMS...I'm on my cycle as well. I just got annoyed that you were not paying me any attention and you know that I can be an attention whore. Other than that...I read for an agent Kay Billings...and she likes me and things I have a lot going on but wants me to drop like 15-20lbs. by the end of January. So, I've been going to Gold's on Cole and everybody there is so gay and so buff it's fucking insane....amazing bods....Tomorrow I'm gonna start a fucking fast...being a girl sucks. Ohhhh...don't tell Shawn yet..let's fuck with him. I don't think he'll figure out who I am just by reading the posts...so don't tell him....You gotta admit though, I came up with some pretty funny shit...the mullet site...fucking insane...
Is there anyone in Hollywood that doesn't want to be in the movies? they are telling you to drop weight? Are you wrestling or acting. Don't fast. just eat correctly. God, I am glad I live in Misery.
Why the hell would you move to Hollywood if you didn't want to be in some aspect of the movie industry? The only good thing about this town is the weather. Like 98% of the people are morons highest degree. They all have some type of plastic surgery and drive leased out porsches. It's all about creating this fake image. Anyway, I am a business major and a drama minor out of college, so I want to try both the business side and the artistic side. I think I am a much better business person than an actress...but I do enjoy being on stage. My diet now consists of cheese and nuts....healthy I tell you. So I bought Almassed....a two week shake fast. I'll keep you updated on my progress. P&K...I like you...you remind me of a college professor that I had a crush on in college. Anyway, I'm looking for a roomate, so if you are thinking about moving this way let me know....How old are you again? 33...that's perfect
ah, sleeping with my nemisis now aye..you're a bad bulgarian, but you can't make me jealous..if i couldn't it bag the cherries, no one can..well, except for herman your amazing glow in the dark harry poker wand'.
So that would make me Lex Luger.
I have had plastic surgery and I do not live in Hollywood. Cheese is seriously fattening and so are nuts unless they are soy nuts. So now I know the reason the young girls take my class. And here I thought they wanted to learn about the Shining Path. And although I come to California quite often, especially lately since I am theoretically following around the director of the LA schools for a piece, I don't think I could stand it. Plus, I am not sure my wife would appreciate me up and leaving so I could help you pay rent so you can afford to lease out a Porsche. She is quite fond of me, especially in the dark. And where would I ride? In the Hollywood hills and get run over by a drunken Tommy Lee after a bout over the kids? And, although I wish I could say I was 33 I have aged since that post. So how do you know Horus8? You don't work at Boston Chicken?
The guy that was living in his guest house (old man river) tried to pick me up at a bar. One time I called him and h8 picked up the phone and he talked to me for like an hour...not knowing who the hell I was....About a month after that conversation my phone rang at like 3am and it was him....weird..right?? We talked some more and then we met in person. After that we spent some quality time together. We got along quite well...I thought. Unfortunately, he is a snake...the worst kind of human possible...the kind of person that would hurt you purposefully for no reason at all. I've been nothing but kind to him and in return I get treated like shit. That's alright though... I think he is a little upset at my fondness for you. But,you my friend are amazingly accurate...all your comments regarding him were true...amazing even though you don't know him. No, I don't work for Boston Chicken.
Frankly, I doubt he would give a hoot who you were fond of on this site. Besides, he has already endured the trials with God's Wife, who now despises me. If you hang out long enough, you most likely will also. So, where was poor sweet Nadine while you guy's were spending this "quality time" together. Was she slaving away to make rent at the fast food joint? Was she at the beach with the baby?
According to him, he didn't love Nadine and that she was just basically there to take care of their son. I've never met anyone who can be that evil...you know.
Now you have. you can reverse the effects with a Deepak Chopra enima and a danish. Church works miracles too i've heard, and the patrons can be more supportive of your intimate needs. I, as you may already know, am uninterested by it all. A seal, only can be thrown so many times by an orca before the inevitable listlessness.w
Please......
You're a fool. We had something good going, but you didn't know how to handle it. Why can't you just fucking admit to the fact that yes, you like me...but you're caught in a weird situation. Recall a phone conversation....yeah,I can just see it now we'll be on a movie set and you'll be fucking my best friend because you don't know what fucking love is...right...and I'll leave Nadine and my son....shit..I don't know what the fuck I am doing. But you are childish....the way you're handling it is by being an ass to me in hopes of what??? pushing me way, making me hate you?
GO BEARS!!!!!!!!!!
Are you an insomniac? What magzine or newspaper do you write for?
No, just a crack head.
So know you are trying to be a funny guy. I have a question for you...concrete poetry...is this something middle school kids only do, or is there serious concrete writing poets? I am serious, don't laugh at my ignorance.
No I am just trying to come down. And thanks to Horus8 I now have the sudden urge to listen to Everclear and go back down to the hood. Fuck, what was that. You will have to ask the writer of triangle poems in regards to the other question. I do not write in shapes, but I suppose there are those who do, and do it well, as she does.
Come down from what? Ahhhhhh...you've been having dirty martinis... Everclear...NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! You've had plastic surgery?????? Why???? I hope you're kidding.
I thought you knew everything about me. I had a love affair with a bullet when I was livin' hard as a street poete on the mean streets of KC. I do not know what dirty martinis are?
Actually I don't know very much about you. I do think that you are one of the few intelligent members of this site. I read your thoughts on religion and found them quite interesting. You stimulated my brain cells for a change. Define a street poem for me...a lot of people claim to be street poets? A white guy rapping...right. Take a regular martini and mix it up with olive juice (the salty water olives reside in) and you have my favorite drink...a dirty martini.
And what are PAKI's thoughts on religion? I bet they're stupid and wrong.
Nothing good with Jeremi lasts forever. It comes and gos, he loves Nadine regardless of what he may have told you. Everybody loves Nadine, she is completely lovely. She's not educated but she's smart in many ways. She's a wonderful person and quite frankly an idiot for putting up with some of Jeremi's shit. I couldn't do it, and neither could you, don't fool yourself, you'd have to be somewhat submissive to be able to deal with living with Jeremi. He's moody. He might love you today and then hate you tomorrow, He will talk to you intimately one night and then not speak to you for days. Quite frankly you are making yourself look childish. I believe he's being an ass to you because you're pulling a Jerry Springer on him. You're probably making him hate you. Tell me, what is your purpose in participating on this site? Are you trying to improve your poetry skills? As they say in acting "What do you want in this scene"? Is your love going to save him from himself? "Caught in a weird situation" of his own making. Jeremi is incapable of the kind of love you expect from him.
Quite frankly I am sick and tired of discussing him. I have better things to worry about. It's unfortunate we had to end it in a negative way, but oh well sometimes you can only wish for the best. Like I said I wish him and his family the best of luck. I did not know that Nadine was pregnant when we started seeing each other. I find it strange that you know about his affairs, but then again it's none of my business. As far as poetry goes, I come here to read other people's poetry and to get inspired. Of course my endgoal is to get better...
i don't think that's a very appropriate question mr. k. As a peer, and a friend (outside of our high art fan rousing) let's not instigate this one..it's not good karma. i'm already coming off of a bad year..i really don't feel like reliving it. trust me. thanks.y
Yes, the year has not been so kind. Fair enough. Tomorrow it will be the last of it. Clear the trail.
thanks.
I never stopped loving you. I pretty much love everyone, when I despise someone I ignore them. I never despised you, you never gave me reason to. Although your constant bickering with Horus8 made me sick of the both of you.
i don't have nothing against you. Don't be dramatic, and must you and shawn follow me into my escape world too. I use, and enjoy poemranker, as a writing forum, and it's my latest creative outlet for the last 4 to 5 months. Not to deal with the artery clogging coagulates that parallel my pathetic hollywood existence in my fantasty world too. I might be a snake, but at least i'm aware of what can and can't swallow. Must i turn around and find this pointless high school clique mentality everywhere? Get over it. Write poems, or shut the fuck up. Here's a scenario, i don't really see us having a future together. And the note passing is a little pathetic. When a person doesn't pick up the phone to call, or answer that usually is a pretty good indicater of loss of interest. Nothing against you, but i'm intuative enough to see a psycho bubbling over a mile away, and you sweetheart are a text book nut case. my advice to you would be put tony robbins down, and get some meds. also, the best thing that could happen is p&k corresponding with you. Two birds, one stone.
I like this site and will use it..thanks for turning me onto it. Oh, but you saw us having a future a month ago? Come on, all I asked was that you were honest with me. Why couldn't you tell me exactly what was going on? I think I deserve that you know.
Down time. Quiet time. What people normally use the end of their year for. I have alot of responsiblity ahead of me this year, and i need my focus. You know i think you're great, and fun to be with, but i need to conscentrate more on my career, and less on my abilty to win my mother back. My last hurdles before i turn thirty in two years should be productive towards my creative needs and my family. Not being selfish with drugs, and succulent night caps. I have to choose my life and family, or the other. Sadly, you land in the other. I have been lying to myself about love, poetry, art and the need for my pain and loneliness to accompany that. You were dragged into my nightmare late, and thankfully so. before i knocked you up, or hurt those close to me with my selfishness. I'm sorry. You're free, and so am i. My bad dreaming ends now. I don't want to hurt myself or others anymore. Don't you get it. i've been sick for ten years. Sick of me. i live through others. Their interpretatations of me and what i mean to them. it's un-fucking-healthy. bad magic. It ends here. I'm sorry. i've lived likr rimbaud..now i need to just be jeremi. he's not so bad. i even have forgotten what i set out to prove with my rebellious revolution when i got out of prison and started doing drugs to begin with. it was all a selfish. egotistical lie, and i bit into it hook line sinker, slept with it, ate it, breathed it, but no more. i'm getting more comfortable being alone with myself these days. i'm regaining my will power, and instead of the heroin and the hot virgin..i'm going to choose my son, and my boston market girlfriend instead. See i'm not ashamed of who or what i am anymore. my family is giving me their support and love i need hands down, no questions asked. to help me with my drinking and drugs and whoring, and i think they finally deserve my attention and focus. For the love of christ..i deserve it and so do they, and you do too. Someone more available to you and your needs. It's night and day, so clear in front of me can't you see it. the future, i don't have to be miserable to perform or write. i don't need impressionable hotties telling me what i want to hear. i need to listen to myself, and grow the fuck up. and that's exactly what i'm doing.n
Thank you. That's all I asked for. I respect you for what you just said. PS Everything I told you was the truth...I didn't tell you anything I thought you might want to hear.
yeah. i need all the help i can get. i'm working through more guilt currently than any one person should be aloud to wade through in one life time. Good story material, bad sleep agents. my increasing awareness is drying it all out, i'm starting to feel lighter, but i guess it takes time, so i'm going up north to sky tonight and tomorrow. mountains are natural healing structures. i should be okay. thanks again.
was that for me?
yes. i will speak with you more. off air.
From now you don't exist to me. How dare you tell people that Nadine had a miscarriage because of me. That's so incredibly low. I hope bad karma bites you in the ass for saying that. Please, just fucking accept responsibility and quit blaming me for your mishappenings. I never spoke to her and you know that. I am not evil like yourself.
What ever helps you sleep at night, low? do you even know what low is? you're bottomless. you know damn well the amount of friction you and i brought into my home, and you also know damn well what you said to nadine and when you said it. karma biting me in the ass? when has it stopped? i would appreciate it if in the future. you would quit coming back to my poem for memories. and to say you never spoke to her is a blatant lie. take your low self esteem and mediocre poetry and soap opera outbursts to your pile of scribbles could you..this poem you're writing underneath..is one of my favorites old and expressive..your filth and jealousy below it is lessening it so scramsky..you're boring and bitter.r
You brought the friction to your house, not me. You pursued me, not me. I only spoke to Nadine once...when she called me and that one time we spoke you know about...at the very beginning. I swear that was the only time. I much smarter than you...lolipop...my self-esteem is much higher than yours...I don't let hairy gay men hump me night after night and then you call yourself an artist...please...you're nothing but a whore...what a great example for your son....you manipulator...oh by the way I have witch powers too...Thank you for the diagnosis Dr. Phil...sad case..use your imagination, 22 with no self esteem and severe older brother and father issues, and severe emotional sex issues due to seeing her
mother beaten for her sexuallity and then stripped of it..she will be a virgin until god knock's her up, but he wont be god he'll be a version of her father and brother, but one that she can control..sad really..oh well.....I'm much, much, smarter than your sorry ass...college degree my boy. Now, it's time for the truth to come out...open up your ears and listen well...I used you...you dumb piece of shit...you know I am writing a script and well my character is based on you...I had to be close to you so I can develop my character...hahaaaaaaa...the joke is on you. I'll send you a copy of it when I'm done...by the way thank you for the names....I'll make sure to include all. And the doctors you mentioned earlier...don't kid yourself they are not friends...they are your paying clients...yes, you're just a pretty piece of sorry ass...low self-esteem and you are a fag...no straight guy would sleep with old, hairy men....dumb fuck.
Yeah. your college degree really shows here, and it also shows in your living methods and environment (furnitureless apartment in the getto) i make no excuses for my actions. what's your excuse? writing a script? with me as a character refference? sounds like a flop. i hope you have a good lawyer, my clients have enough money to protect themselves against star fucking leeches like yourself. i, on the other hand am flattered by your project. once again, i specify. Good fucking luck. lolipop, and yes you're a smart one. we can tell. i am a lowly fag, and you are a sexy brain, with a four year business degree(using it well i might add) do you mention that during your auditions? it might help, also mention your script..every business major should write one in their 'business' down time. you're not telling these good listeners here anything they already don't know..smarter than me? don't forget. i've met you.ha ..ha hab haa ha ha..you can barely open your mouth with out sounding like a fish monger..you have terrible taste, no money, no life, and it's only a matter of weeks before this town finally sends you back home with your tail tucked. once again i wish you the best. sorry it didn't work out. by the way. what did my cock taste like? big fat hairy gay jew..that's right. cheers.
I live in the ghetto of West Hollywood...you're pathetic. I'm not $20,000 in debt and how the fuck do you think I support myself out here...yes, my boy it's true I do have such a thing as savings...because I worked throughout college...yes, I didn't sell myself to the devil every night. You're pathetic. I can't remember what your cock tasted like...must not have been that good since I only did it once....dumb fuck. Your clients...please...are you fucking kidding me?????? You WHORE. Your son will grow up and someone will hand him one of the gay pornos you've done....poor boy. Actually, I want to thank you for getting the fuck out of my life...because you could have potentially fucked me and then I would be like poor Nadine...having to deal with a verbally abusive manipulative bastard. Thank you by the way on the diet. Fat or not...still better looking than Nadine...I remember her picture...she is mediocre at best. But, hey sluts like you are not selective...right. By the way, you never answered why you came by last Friday???? HAAAAAAAAAAAAA.......I wanted to play it nice, but you wouldn't shut the fuck up....
Fuck this....this is not what I am about. I appologize for the mud slinging. That's it...NO MORE. You've said your peace, and I've said mine. Actually, I really do wish you the best of luck. Happy New Year!
yeah, you are. she's not really fat, unless she got depressed cuz i don't let her give me blue balls anymore and started a chocodile wrapper collection. what's the job for ornella? sag or no? are you gonna let your fish town accent soak through..god that mouth..sweet jesu, remember that time you blew me? lol. you are a professional testicle tamer...seduce any other writers lately? i can tell...you are still craving 'kid greek the sleek'. don't worry i've see your plumbing, and i could never forget copper elbows that sweat like that. by the way, liked your daddy poem..i didn't know you could write...i guess occasionally stones do levitate.
yeah the mullet sight was pretty damn clever. for i minute i thought i was going to see a photo shopped picture of me in the rat tail section. i was kind of concerned.
exactly.
Lolipop...I like this....one of my favorite songs, My Michelle..good old GNR....9
now that's just plain cheating, and you already knew that my highschool's sweethearts name was michelle, so you're disqualified for entrapment.
Good god, will you guys just get it over with already.
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