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Getting On : Literature Reviews
Poetry - Residue | from Nefarious Nosferatu and the Mystic Mefist - Friday, April 20, 2007
accessed 1158 times Residue
by Lloyd Klumpp
Broken tooth
From fist once loved
Scars in unseen ways.
Trust betrayed
Inflicted harm
Lost in emotions maze
Respect denied
Flows both ways
Diminishing esteem.
Sadness seeps
To aching marrow
Laughs a far off dream
Soul deep anger
Smoulders darkly
Sustaining life long pain
Time groans on
Fades memory
Deep wounds, though,
Still remain. |
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Reader's comments on this article Add a new comment on this article |  from GoldenMic
Friday, April 27, 2007 - 23:59
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I simply MUST be getting too old. Yep, as one of those odd rarities, an SGA who is almost 50, I find myself moved by poetry more than ever in my life. All four of these poems put me in to a reflective mood, remembering and re-living some awful moments. Anyway, with the adorable repartee this post has generated, I thought I'd add my own more somber reaction, and admit how impressed I am when anyone actually tries to describe the indescribable. Thanks.
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| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | from neez
Friday, April 27, 2007 - 01:44
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That reminds me.. I need to see a dentist.
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| from cheeks
Monday, April 23, 2007 - 07:41
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Should this article not be posted withthe rest of the crap poetry that is found on this site?
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| | | | | | | | | |  From Nefarious Nosferatu and the Mystic Mefist
Monday, April 23, 2007, 09:33
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I actually don't appreciate poetry much either, but these were all sent to me by another SG. Thought someone might enjoy them.
Fault
by Lloyd Klumpp
Pitied man.
I held you once
In such a high regard
And waited on a fathers pride,
A single guiding word.
But drunken fits
And angry shouts
Filled places meant for warmth,
Slowly killing all respect
And turning love to loathe.
A child cannot understand
The power of the brew,
The undeserved striking hand,
The emptiness in you.
Passing time dulls the ache
And clears the eye to see.
The problems that you had back then
Belonged to you
Not me.
Never Forgotten
by Kristin Evans
I was only eight when it began
Late at night, when I was alone.
You preyed on my innocence and my trust.
How did I know that it was wrong?
You did things so horrible to me,
My soul and body were bared.
What you did to that little girl
Left me feeling alone and scared.
You said it was to show your love
By taking my body for your use.
But now I know that what happened to me
Wasn't love; it was abuse.
All the dirty things you did to me
Won't wash away with rain.
Nothing on earth will rid my heart
Of this neverending pain.
I hope that you hurt as much as I do,
Or do you even remember what you did?
Nothing will make up for the pain you caused
When I was just a kid.
The physical scars you put on my body
Have since healed with time.
But my pain still shows on the outside
Whenever the child inside of me starts to cry.
That little eight year old girl
Had to grow up way too soon.
And all of the hurt and pain that you have caused
Will always be remembered, like a flower that forever blooms.
Betrayal In The Dark
by Pauline Hamblin
Alone in the darkness,
And so afraid -
Never knowing
The plans you've made;
Often you betray
My loving mother,
When my body,
Yours does smother.
Afraid to tell her
You've threatened me -
Life without Mama,
I'm afraid will be.
How much longer
Will this go on?
With that evil grin,
You call me Hon.
Mom seems happy
That you're our dad;
But what you do
Makes me so mad.
When I'm older
I'll make you pay
For those crimes
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| | | | | | | | From GoldenMic
Saturday, April 28, 2007, 00:03
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I simply MUST be getting too old. Yep, as one of those odd rarities, an SGA who is almost 50, I find myself moved by poetry more than ever in my life. All four of these poems put me in to a reflective mood, remembering and re-living some awful moments. Anyway, with the adorable repartee this post has generated, I thought I'd add my own more somber reaction, and admit how impressed I am when anyone actually tries to describe the indescribable. Thanks(reply to this comment) |
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | From savage
Monday, April 23, 2007, 13:09
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lol, cheeks… are you quite all right today? I disagree with you about poetry belonging down there… I tend to miss many a good poem because I forget to look at the creative writing section. I think all “new content” should be displayed here, including creative writing, and then be categorized properly.
What should really be put in a separate section and forgotten is the ridiculously annoying long name this nnmm person chose.
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| | From neez
Friday, April 27, 2007, 01:43
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I think that's a terrible idea. In fact I'd prefer the poetry section(got redundant?) of the front page to be replaced by a bigger new comments column.
A new poem maybe gets posted once a month(I don't check) if that.
And the only thing sadder then a crappy sappy poem, is the one or two equally crappy sappy comments said crappy sappiness invokes.(reply to this comment) |
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | From :p
Friday, April 27, 2007, 15:47
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Sorry to bud in, but this broody homebody is a bloody busybody, who thinks a better effort was deserved...
Everybody! Somebody! Anybody?
No volunteers? Well then, as we're playing with poetics....
How about Rhapsody, Psalmody, Hymnody, and Threnody?
Accompanied by Melody and Monody, Parody and Prosody?(reply to this comment) |
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