Does anyone write?

[Carolynn]

Sorry Christina. Guess the board timed out on me while I was trying to port things in.

[Carolynn]

Hi Christina. I am unutterably joyed that you have not and hopefully never will be exposed to "serving your country". One's country is best served by learning to live peacefully within it and teaching others to do the same. But then, the Big Frog bunch move in, and in spite of Barnum, you can fool most of the people most of the time if you're organized and seem to fill their needs.

As to the post, that's all there was C.J.. Don't often visit that dark corner; not much of a place to dwell. Must always keep in mind that all our wars and all our history that has been and is yet to be is over in less than a blink of a cosmic eye.

I can recommend the LOTR movies CJ. Though they tell the story well, they are different from the books, particularly in that the cute little songs that add so much to the book story can't be put into a movie. Then, for drama's sake and moving the show along, there are shortcuts and some rearranging. That's what I meant when I said I was sorry if I might ruin the surprisingly strong ending for you. Somehow, I rather suspected you would be well familar with the books! However, the story comes through strong, and these three movies do a really good job of bringing the books to life. They even do a good job with the Ents, though I did have a silent smile at a flashback memory of the "Knights that say NEET" from Monty Python and the Holy Grail when Graybeard first shows up!

Hope all is well.

[Carolynn]

Hi Christina. I forgot that the term frog has been used as a slight derogatory for those of the French faith , though perhaps I should not since I do hear it around my wargaming friends. What I was referring to came from a previous post describing our leaders as BIG FROGS in LITTLE PONDS (ie leaders of countries) in the comparison with the cosmos, or even in the scale of the Solar System. I think this is one reason the politicians are actually a bit uncomfortable with the concept of people leaving the planet (you know, "Damn, there goes the votes and the tax base. Who's gonna support me?") No, I'm not cynical either.

Lefty aside, keep on writing, and posting, all you feel like.

Love,

[Carolynn]

Aaawwww. Christina I am so sorry you had a sleepless night. I have had a few too, and a lot that were just too short. The "hangover" the next day is not pleasant. I did like the verses you created as you whiled away your sleepless hours. Very poignant! Made me wish I could find somebody to love you and ship her on to you! Wouldn't that be a kick? Carolynn the matchmaker? Unfortunately, the sweet little girls around here seem hung up on manure-kicking cowboys and football players with small I.Q.s ( tiny I.Q.s even, as in--"I'm all through coach, waddah I do now, huh?" "Zip your pants up now." "Oh, Yeah, Ok coach. "Duz it zip up or down. OUUUCH" "No dummy, ya gotta put it back in your pants FIRST!"). Weeellll, maybe I exaggerate just a leeeeetle bit, but not much! I'd swear some of these old kids have never had zippers that worked on their pants before!

I wish you a more restful time this night C.J. and sweet dreams. In the words of a childhood ritual in my family: Goodnight, Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite!

Love,

[Jadhe]

"I write your name in the sky,
but the wind blows it away.
I write your name in the sand,
but the waves wash it away.
I write your name in my heart,
and there it will stay."

I don't remember where I saw that, and if that's the way it even went. But those are the kind of poems I like, sweet and short.

I have nothing against long poems either, but I like poems that are easy to remember.

[Carolynn]

Hi Jadhe. I like that little poem too. It is deceptively simple but so very true, and applicable to love or friendship. I too would like to know where it is from. Any one else have a clue?

Love,

[Kyra]

Wow CJ,
that's really good!

With your permission, I'd like to copy and keep it in my inspiration folder.
I really like it.

Hugs,
Kyra

[Kersten Lee]

Hi All,
I don't know how I have been so blind for so long. This morning is the first
time I looked at this thread. I read through it all just now. I feel warm,
like when coming out of a particularly good therapy meeting. I want to
convey so much and don't know how in a short manner.

This isn't poetry, but I need to give a thanks to all of you. I have been
cold all my life. I am speaking cold skin, toes, fingers, forehead, ears.
When I started therapy and Linda helped me to see the good inside,
I physically began to warm. Session after session I got better and began
to be able to monitor how I was doing by my warmth or cold. She
explained my abuse as a child of which we talked. Abuse contributed to
my fearfulness, hate of self, separation from the spiritual, paranoid
feelings, and constant feelings something bad is just around the corner.
I was cold and constantly tired. My body has been producing
adrenalyn which causes the body to pull blood to the center of the body.
This is an instinctive fight or flight syndrome. My low heart rate has been
above 90 per minute since high school.

Linda said cases like mine are similar to traumatic stress syndrome. Since
getting better I have become like a child, soaking up new thoughts, ideas and feelings.
All of you have been helping me so much to find the me inside. Thanks
again to all of you showing your souls. I am not alone in my struggle
for self identity and happiness with my identity.

I wish I had looked here in Feb. when I began to be friends with all of
you. I hope it is good enough to say now how much all this poetry
touched me. Poems happy, sad, dark, light, long and short all have a
place and need in this life as CJ so eloquently spoke of the diversity of
people that have contributed to her understanding of herself and this life.

I am really toasty feeling your feelings and knowing you're all out there.
I am not alone anymore!

Kersten

[Kersten Lee]

CJ,
You just entered another to my surprise! You expressed again so
beautifully in my understanding of the poem that we are, we exist.
As I have healed, cross dressing is just an expression of me. For you
to write it now is karmic. This last few weeks looking in the mirror
I see Kersten part of my self image with no make up and naked. I
am the person in the poem.

Kersten

[Rebecca]

Here's a song I wrote when I was 17
(I wasn't over happy at the time)

Take time off work to take a walk in the park
Sometimes I just get so down
Maybe if I get too lonely
I'll just go downtown

And I know what you mean when you say to me
That I'll never find peace on earth
If I don't stop remembering the past
And take life for what it's worth

But you know It's not all that easy
For I am a lonely man
And I can't keep on smiling when I'm down
Like most others can

And I know what you mean when you say to me
That my friends are here and now
Iv'e a life like any other
But how can I live please tell me how

Hey, take a look around you
And take a look at yourself
Y'know wer'e not all that different
Though I'm by myself

And I know, yes I know what you say to me
And I know that you speak true
But I can't say that I'll follow you
And I can't say what I might do

No I can't say that I'll follow you
And I can't say ....

Best wishes, Rebecca xxx

[Kersten Lee]

Hi Rebecca,
I wondered like CJ. How are you these days? I felt the same for 50 years.
People were telling me to get over it, it's all in the past. None of them
understood. Now that I am better I see some of these same people have
their own issues they are unable to cope with. It seems so ironic
that they couldn't get past their problems. They even refused to look
inside themselves to see what they do to themselves and others around
them. It's no surprise to me now that advice to get over it, didn't work!

One woman 2 years ago, as I was crying in her office, shared things
with me about herself in an attempt to get me to seek help. There was
no reason or rhyme why she trusted me or why she believed in me.
It was more than anyone one had given me in my life. Belief in myself
and a belief that it may be possible for me to enjoy who I am and life
more. That spiritual spark was the beginning of my healing!

I hope you are well and things are good for you now!
Thanks again for sharing,
Kersten

[Rebecca]

Hi CJ and Kersten,
When I posted that song I wondered if it was a bit too bleak. The remnants of my past still linger, though I am slowly coming to terms with my baggage. The lonliness (feeling different) still tries to beat me down and sometimes I get depressed, I am doing a lot of soul searching (think I must have left it in the closet, last place I thought of looking ) If it wasn't for chatting with the girls here, I would still feel I was on my own path... not any more, after all these years, this is really big for me.
Iv'e been reading through some of the work on this thread... WOW, the sensitivity to touch!
I still haven't anything recent to post, so it's back to my teenage ones for now...

Dreary days, and smoky nights
Are all Iv'e known since we parted
Cheap hotels, and plastic lights
My life's whole meaning has shattered

But why is it that love always seems to be
Just a memory, never reality
Please won't you come on back to me
I save my heart, mind, soul entirely

For how am I to live, to make it through
Life's lonely and treacherous road
When I can only feel that I'm dying
Through this unbearable load

Silent moments, of the past
Shall we ever feel again
A hearts desire, for evermore
Could we love again

For I am sick and tired of society
I need a break, from this lunacy
I know that you feel that same way too
So lets make future days bright and true

For how am I to live, to make it through
Life's lonely and treacherous road
When I can only feel like I'm dying
Through this unbearable load

(nowt like laying on the guilt eh!)
Love to all
Rebecca xxx

[Stef]

I use poetry alot to help me cope through difficult times. Here is one I wrote.

RAIN
You sit at your window, gazing out at the day.
It's raining and gloomy, the skies are all gray.
When it's all over, and the skies return to blue
You need to reflect on how this compares to you
If we didn't have rain, the there would not be a flower.
And if you didn't have pain, you would have no power.
The power to carry on, to hold your head high.
When you want to cower down, and deep down you want to cry.
The rain you feel will make your roots grow longer
So you can weather any storm, and come out of it stronger!
So the next time you see the rain fall and feel the wind blow.
Just smile and remember in the end you can enjoy the Rainbow!

Hugs,
Stef

[Kersten Lee]

Hi Stef,
Is everyone here talented except me?

Beautiful poem,
Kersten

[Stef]

Thanks Kersten!

Why in the world would you think you are not talanted? I'm sure you have many wonderful gifts!

Hugs,
Stef