sparkly1 Posted March 31, 2008 Author Share Posted March 31, 2008 Wow!!! I'm impressed.. these poems are really good. I love them, full of emotions and actually make you sit and ponder for a bit. Hope you'll share more with us soon. (btw lovely to have met you and your daughter in London ) Thank you, glad you enjoyed them, I don't profess to be good at it, it's just something I do now and then when the feeling grabs me lol. :blush-anim-cl:I'm embarrassed to say this but I can't picture who you were when I met you in London as I met a lot of MFCers lol, and my memory is really poo, so er any clues to help me along would be nice lol. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nikjass Posted March 31, 2008 Share Posted March 31, 2008 Thank you, glad you enjoyed them, I don't profess to be good at it, it's just something I do now and then when the feeling grabs me lol. :blush-anim-cl:I'm embarrassed to say this but I can't picture who you were when I met you in London as I met a lot of MFCers lol, and my memory is really poo, so er any clues to help me along would be nice lol. I'm the one Mika reopened his car door for does that help?? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mika Freaka =) Posted April 1, 2008 Share Posted April 1, 2008 i think your poems are beautiful and meaningful Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sparkly1 Posted April 2, 2008 Author Share Posted April 2, 2008 I'm the one Mika reopened his car door for does that help?? Oh the little lady he did the sig for cos you had come from so far away? that was sweet of him wasn't it Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sparkly1 Posted April 2, 2008 Author Share Posted April 2, 2008 i think your poems are beautiful and meaningful Thank you I'm not so sure (I used to be a member of this online site that helped us to strive to always improve on them but it vanished so now I have no don't know how to gauge them any more, but still...I enjoy expressing myself this way. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sparkly1 Posted April 2, 2008 Author Share Posted April 2, 2008 I have just posted this poem in this thread http://www.mikafanclub.com/forums/showthread.php?t=14193 because it fits in there really, but thought as I had it "out" I would post it here too. Barbie Dolls Take a broken mirror Syndrome, of our times Stick it back together, Hear alarm bells chime. Take a broken woman Fix her up with glue, Silicone her breasts up WELL DONE western view! Take that broken judgement Sucked from her tiny hips Inject it in her brainwashed mind And collagen those lips. Take her broken heart Patched up with Bottox Numb out the emotions, trap in Pandora's box. Take her broken image Stitch it up with thread, A pencilled caricature A beautiful pill head. Take her broken soul-- mend with, surgeon's knife. She's forever now your Barbie doll, in this bizarre fantasy of life. 04/01/2005©Vivienne B Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nikjass Posted April 3, 2008 Share Posted April 3, 2008 Oh the little lady he did the sig for cos you had come from so far away?that was sweet of him wasn't it It was really sweet of Mika... yeah my sister got an autograph.. i was really pleased that he reopened that door just for me Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sparkly1 Posted April 11, 2008 Author Share Posted April 11, 2008 Denial Oh unfillable void... I'm destroyed Denial, The unspoken word, ...Absurd Denial, It's repugnant and vile my persona's on trial. I'm destroyed, internally yet visibly fragmented. This grateful penance is Self-fulfilling…and accepted. 20/6/06©Vivienne B Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sparkly1 Posted April 11, 2008 Author Share Posted April 11, 2008 Sacred crushed velvet If I turn mine eyes To the grey, shame… Shame may go away. Frantically I sit cleansing With compulsive revulsion From sacred crushed velvet His parental seed, Selfishly planted Where I bleed, and… Without a care Ravished my spirit Beyond repair Admiration has ceased Oh She of same blood You are released. And I in your place Emotionally confined in His Blackmailing embrace. 23/4/2006©Vivienne B The art is not my own and it's not the pic that inspired this poem but I wasn't sure if the other pic would be classed as unsuitable so I posted a "safer" one). Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kittie88 Posted April 11, 2008 Share Posted April 11, 2008 Awwww....I havent been on here in a while but I love your poetry, they are all so good!! Wish I could write poetry that well.. Keep up the fantabulous, excellent, amazing poems Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sparkly1 Posted April 12, 2008 Author Share Posted April 12, 2008 Awwww....I havent been on here in a while but I love your poetry, they are all so good!! Wish I could write poetry that well.. Keep up the fantabulous, excellent, amazing poems Thanks Liz, they aren't new pieces though as i just DON'T have time now since Mika and MFC, I have to get my priorities right you know (you write some "interesting" one yourself too don't you Liz). :naughty: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sparkly1 Posted April 18, 2008 Author Share Posted April 18, 2008 Nothing Sheer terror entraps you And you have grown in fear Yet you lift up your head to scream your loudest scream And your whole body trembles with its force And the chosen hears… nothing Sees… nothing Feels… nothing. You thought you had found your soul mate You thought, hoped one day One day you would feel the love Your heart gave out till it was spent And now your glass is full to bursting With… Nothing You can hold no more emptiness You can hold no more nothingness So you live You exist Rotting inside your shell You breathe, you eat, you sleep…. And all along you have been and are just Nothing ©Vivienne B. 22/6/2005. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sparkly1 Posted April 18, 2008 Author Share Posted April 18, 2008 Think I should be embarrassed about posting this one but it's a contrast to the others I guess if nothing else (anyway this is just my little secret thread so I can do what I like lol). Treasure Chest I wanted to melt before your eyes, I could have died there in your arms, For a second I was in heaven, So safe away from harm. I wanted to swim right through your eyes, I needed to reach inside your soul, I longed to caress your lips with kisses, Until with two hands, your heart I’d stole. I wanted to bury myself in your chest, I would have stayed there till I’d died, You could have awoken the woman within me, And made love to her until she cried. I wanted our body's to be as one, I wanted our eyes to be burning with lust, I wanted our mouths to explore with hunger, Then explode with pleasure into tiny particles of dust. I wanted to stand there in your shadow, I longed to caress your soft black hair, I wanted to be dwarfed by your manliness, I wanted to feel “all woman” by your stare. I wanted to taste your presence beside me, I wanted to see your face when I’d awake, I wanted to cocoon you in my love, I wanted to be your soul mate. Vivienne B©7/11/1996 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kittie88 Posted April 19, 2008 Share Posted April 19, 2008 Wow, I love the imagery of loss and emptiness in nothing!! and treasure chest is such a contrast to ur usual tone and mood but i like it, the emotion of lust is so strong, it seems to be a stronger feeling of physical attraction rather than love, but i like it!!! more more more!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sparkly1 Posted June 27, 2008 Author Share Posted June 27, 2008 (A bit of sillyness..or is it?) Tecnicolour wool Your lollipops were sugar coated how very well they were promoted I sucked it hard and still can't stop but it tastes just like a mutton chop and in the flock of rainbow lambs I hide like a sheep amongst the rams. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vedrana Posted June 27, 2008 Share Posted June 27, 2008 hey sparkly, I haven't read everything yet, and I probably will not understand everything (at least not without dictionary:naughty:) but I just wanted to say that I like Nothing I really like it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sparkly1 Posted June 28, 2008 Author Share Posted June 28, 2008 hey sparkly, I haven't read everything yet, and I probably will not understand everything (at least not without dictionary:naughty:) but I just wanted to say that I like Nothing I really like it. erm...thank you very much I think lol Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kittie88 Posted July 1, 2008 Share Posted July 1, 2008 hehe, loving the latest poem, very dangerous considering the sort of mind I have, but I like it nonetheless! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sparkly1 Posted August 1, 2008 Author Share Posted August 1, 2008 hey thanks Liz (not been over on this thread for quite a while lol, will have to do more "art" well lets face it I can't do any real art Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sparkly1 Posted August 15, 2008 Author Share Posted August 15, 2008 Well since Mika has posted some poetry it has got me thinking about poetry again so dug this one out to post here. Dropping Pennies The day will come one day, one day the day will come, when pink cotton candy mist clears, and you succumb to all that you have done. Your crystal droplets of ruby red from your bleeding heart upon his bed, intruding in this darkened well, strengthening my newfound hell to stand tall again be fixed be whole your twisted agony can heal my soul. Bleed before my eyes weep oceans feel crucified swallow the bitter taste of my shamed satisfaction as the penny drops by your side TING…oh joy is the sound of said penny upon stone ground, for only then in YOUR darkness when your broken heart does burn will some empathy you learn. ©2005 Vivienne B (3/8/2005) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fmbm Posted August 15, 2008 Share Posted August 15, 2008 Ooh I like it! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sparkly1 Posted August 15, 2008 Author Share Posted August 15, 2008 One of these days I will get round to writing some new stuff and better stuff would be nice lol. (sorry but I always have to apologize for everything). Out of Her Hands When cool grey mist fills the air She dwells in clouds of fuzzy indecision The daily regime is instilled Drip-fed with immaculate precision …It’s out of her hands. Bound tight like a swaddled infant Helpless in your entrusted embrace Sing softly the lullaby of dependency Power play in an enclosed space …It’s out of her hands. Un-cocooned and unrolled Unwrapped and unfurled The oyster shell is abruptly opened But…where is the pearl? …It’s out your hands. A camouflaged wallflower Now sits wilting in distress Burning in your iced stare At her useless powerlessness …It’s out of their hands. ©2005 Vivienne B 22/8/2005 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sparkly1 Posted August 15, 2008 Author Share Posted August 15, 2008 Dragons Lair With hands tied behind my back This last straw upon the camels back A reluctant and begrudged blessing Exchanged for your silver tongued caressing So take her to your dragon’s lair As deadly sin awaits her there Blood drips from dank cold walls Here in the place the angel falls. Long talons black as coal Caress the whiteness of her soul Rusty chains lay on the filthy ground Like redundant sordid bounds. Bats scurrying past her head Rats burying her in your bed Eyes prying like a pack, Upon your latest; knick-knack. Fiery breath bruises her skin As molten larvae flows within And as they lay within the putrescence Relieved, wanton, free of pretence Howls and jeers from other chambers As quenched you lay in the dying embers Triumphant, breathless, all but spent In the dragons lair of my torment. ©Vivienne B 16/6/2005 (The pic art is by Ward). Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chickadee Posted August 15, 2008 Share Posted August 15, 2008 Familiar Face She was there tonight, The little girl with freckles on her nose. She looked up at me with blue mischief eyes, Smiled…I blinked, and she had gone. I missed her presence, wished her back but, Deep down I knew her visit was brief, And with her she took my youth, Bundled into the potato print bag she made in school And proudly carried about her person Because, her muse’s name was designed into it. And it was over spilling with who she used to be. But not the sad bad stuff... I reached out towards the mirror, I wanted to touch re-capture Some of that sparkle that once was me, The little girl with freckles on her nose…… She was there tonight. 5/12/2004©Vivienne B Love it!!! Honest and clear. yep, really liked this one. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sparkly1 Posted August 15, 2008 Author Share Posted August 15, 2008 Thank you for reading them I am a mere novice as this next one explains, but it's a way to express yourself I guess and I can't draw or paint or play any instruments (oh how I wish I did) lol. The Unsung Artist These sounds, these words, A mere vehicle of thoughts, Thoughts that are grown and harvested By a novice farmer of Intellect...poetry and the like. A collection of feelings Sifted, sorted presented, Once purely for the absorption of self, Yet to pleasure the minds and hearts of many Would fill a void, Plug a gap Be the missing piece. But to a novice Who can only deliver pieces From her heart, She’s unable to carve like a puppet pulled by strings. Her soup never has the same flavour Nor texture, Nor appeal to the universal palette, Not today, for most... never. So her recipe remains nameless, With many variations In style, flavour and presentation. Only ever destined To be sampled by few.... maybe. Her painted words Will never hang in any gallery, To be dissected under a microscope. Her ornamental vase of verse Sits unsold. Uninterested people Waste not their elegant and precious time, On the unknown woman Of many voices. A poet is not my title for... POET: a writer of poems (the term is usually reserved for writers of good poetry) So this art from my heart passes invalidated ©2005 Vivienne B 9/1/2005 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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