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       HemaPoetry Café
       By: HematoLogMeIn Date: July 31, 2016, 8:31 pm
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       I do have quite a few poems that I am rather proud of, mostly
       because I used poetry to confess to a girl I liked once...or
       like three times. I tend to fumble for words in face-to-face
       conversation, but luckily, passing a handwritten collection of
       thirteen love sonnets seems to convey the right feeling. Here
       are some of the highlights, each under its own spoiler to save
       some space.
       "Fierce"
       [spoiler]At first it merely was a flutter,
       a small spark bringing with it joy.
       At first I didn't know better,
       but now the illusion's destroyed.
       Your coy smile and your soft embrace
       melded into memories I could not escape.
       With your knowing fingers lace
       after that first date, I willed not escape.
       Still for a while, I held back,
       Thinking patience a good virtue.
       Then that night fell along with my slack
       showing to you my feelings true.
       Upon my heart you have left a fatal pierce,
       just as one would expect of the charmingly fierce.[/spoiler]
       "Tumult and Time"
       [spoiler]I know not who you were before,
       not in name, nor in nature.
       I need not know your life's lore,
       but would listen if you choose to tell, for sure.
       But she is not She who enraptured me
       with frozen gaze and icy wit.
       She is you, the present entity,
       even if the flame of passion's low burn be a near-dead wick.
       The future is always uncertain,
       and sometimes better left unsaid.
       Best to probably close the curtain
       before the play leads to a sorrowful end.
       Time stands still for no one, yes?
       So then,
       would you honor me in saving what the present
       has?[/spoiler]
       "Atmosphere"
       [spoiler]Silence falls again
       between you and I,
       I with shyness, and
       You with--I don't know.
       Comfort in falling away,
       picking apart slowly;
       time fades from me away,
       listening in passivity.
       Comfort in an atmosphere
       I can melt into.
       No force, no fear,
       only the warmth of a headhigh.
       I wonder if the high and pace will last,
       but the aura silences anxiety for the moment.[/spoiler]
       Just a note about this next one: I like it personally because it
       comes so much from my heart and you can just see from it a time
       of me transforming and maturing in my situation. It's also one
       of my few works that isn't a sonnet.
       "Raison D'être"
       [spoiler]I know where before I held wrong,
       but intent did not correlate.
       Now once again I take up my pen in song
       and hope that you relate.
       Ever the perfectionist, I wanted the best,
       but I had it all wrong;
       Perfection takes trial and error,
       and satisfaction is never infinite.
       To me, you share traits with Beauty,
       especially in that you hold your own,
       knowing your life is yours and making you yourself.
       I know that I come off as meek at times,
       and that I have problems to address,
       but perhaps if our paths intertwine,
       it won't all be pain and duress.
       I'm not an optimist, but maybe, just maybe,
       with these hands, we can make something less bitter than
       sweet.[/spoiler]
       And, last but not least, what I consider to be my best work yet,
       which was written after my eventual "break" with the woman who
       made me muse and muddle over the words that became the poems
       above; I think it speaks for itself and how I feel even now.
       "Love Is Iron"
       [spoiler]This dual nature of light and dark
       makes me wonder to paths embarked;
       whether head or tender I should hark,
       I know not which stronger holds my heart.
       The fires of desire dwell within,
       and red iron from all begins,
       molded by thoughts relentless,
       the heartbeat of the blacksmith listless.
       Yet from that fire upon cool water rests
       that prized precious longed to possess
       the heart of forger surely attests:
       The final work came not of rest.
       So it is with Love, first passion hot as sin,
       then steady waters in which the iron sets.[/spoiler]
       To me, poetry should make the reader feel something, like a
       connection. It can take one moment and amplify it, recreate it,
       and paint it in another's mind. Words have power, and I, as a
       poet, seek to make use of that power to express myself in ways
       that others can understand. I appreciate any feedback, since I
       know I am weak in things such as meter, but then again, not all
       poetry has to follow any set construction. I hope you all enjoy
       this. May update eventually, if a muse strikes me again and I
       find enough words to shove onto paper.
       #Post#: 997--------------------------------------------------
       Re: HemaPoetry Café
       By: Orchid Date: July 31, 2016, 8:50 pm
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       I really enjoyed Atnosphere. It flows the best in my opinion. I
       can also relate to it.
       I can definitely relate to wanting a safe space and stopping the
       anxiety temporarily.
       #Post#: 998--------------------------------------------------
       Re: HemaPoetry Café
       By: HematoLogMeIn Date: July 31, 2016, 9:08 pm
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       I think everybody deserves a space like that. Just like
       everybody deserves a little me-time to treat themselves once in
       a while.
       #Post#: 999--------------------------------------------------
       Re: HemaPoetry Café
       By: Orchid Date: July 31, 2016, 9:20 pm
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       I'm glad you shared. Keep us updated on your poems, I do like
       them.
       Do you tell stories with poems?
       #Post#: 1000--------------------------------------------------
       Re: HemaPoetry Café
       By: HematoLogMeIn Date: July 31, 2016, 9:29 pm
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       Sometimes, and I had one that did something like that, except
       that I don't quite like how it flows. I do find that writing
       from my heart produces some interesting results.
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       Re: HemaPoetry Café
       By: HematoLogMeIn Date: August 1, 2016, 12:37 am
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       Just a little update, since this got me to thinking about
       poetry. I had been meaning to write something about my
       "aesthetic" as the kids are calling it these days.
       I went for something a little different this time, again, not
       going for sonnets. I just kinda freeformed it. I got the idea
       watching my friend's senior presentation when she got her
       bachelor degree. Something like a form of poetry about home. I
       wound up with this.
       "Slice of Life"
       [spoiler]The smell of strong coffee in the morning,
       some sugar, a cheap tub of vanilla creamer, chocolate syrup;
       Not much, but just enough.
       Crisp air, not cold.
       The heavy grumble of an old motorcycle
       riding in before noon.
       Handwritten words fill a page:
       notes, lists, meaningless drabble.
       Process, analyze, repeat.
       Explain, express, convey.
       Afternoon, smooth like the milk in a London Fog,
       liberates toes from their heeled cage in the car.
       The unfamiliar aroma of home, the crackle of an opening can.
       A change of clothes, fresh cotton,
       then the blazing heat outside setting up a line,
       losing sense of self along the balance.
       Closed eyes, letting go, focus.
       Take-down, build up, process.
       The low droll of a bass riff,
       gears turning out ideas.
       Prattle, banter, relax.
       Early evening lightningstorm
       ignites inspiration and passion.
       Slowly approaching weariness,
       the softness of a warm body to press against,
       sweet nothings mumbled from unfiltered mind.
       Sleep of the dead, vivid dreams of adventure unfettered,
       lost to the morning.
       The smell of strong coffee in the morning,
       some sugar, a cheap tub of vanilla creamer, chocolate syrup;
       Not much, but just enough.[/spoiler]
       I feel like it says a lot about me, since this is kind of my
       ideal. Who knows what kind of emotions are seeping through
       between the lines of this one?
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       Re: HemaPoetry Café
       By: rockafella Date: August 1, 2016, 7:03 am
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       This is one that I wrote when I was going through some emotional
       times. I needed to write something that spoke to me and
       connected me to those things I enjoyed and held dear.
       [spoiler]
       Let me say im a rockafella,
       like a rock liking fella,
       I do like acapella,
       and I enjoy mozzarella,
       my favourite film's interstellar,
       I have a modest wine cellar,
       my favourite wrestler is Brie Bella,
       and fave magicians are Penn & Teller,
       Did I say my name was rockafella?
       [/spoiler]
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       Re: HemaPoetry Café
       By: HematoLogMeIn Date: August 1, 2016, 2:17 pm
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       I like that one. It's a very "I am me" kinda thing, and the
       whimsical all-rhymed nature could probably cheer you up if
       you're feeling a little down.
       I too like mozzarella.
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       Re: HemaPoetry Café
       By: Lumaria Date: August 2, 2016, 12:13 am
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       I usually enjoy Edgar Allen Poe. Some of these have a similar
       rhythmic tone mixed with a more common style.
       Personally can't pinpoint a specific one that stands out to me.
       Atmosphere definitely feels less EAP like.
       I might share some poems too but those are far too personal for
       me. It will take me a while before I start sharing those.
       #Post#: 1006--------------------------------------------------
       Re: HemaPoetry Café
       By: HematoLogMeIn Date: August 2, 2016, 12:26 am
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       I'm honored to be compared to such a master. I have a book of
       some of his collected poems and stories. Interesting read, that
       man...
       Anyway, don't feel down about not wanting to share. Some poetry
       is very much like a journal entry, and as such it can be very
       close to you. I can't say that I blame you for waiting to share
       something a little more...let's say "appealing to a wider
       audience," in that it's more...not quite generic, but. Ah,
       interpersonal, rather than intropersonal, if you follow.
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