Re: Just a sample of some of my poems

Sherrie Lee wrote:
trekkergirl wrote:
I am sorry that you and your sister don't get along. I understand
greatly. When we were kids me and my sister were inseparable. But not
now. A lot has changed. She moved about 8 hours away from me. And I
only get to see her and the kids once a year now.

However, I still love her.

You are right about having to live your own life. You have to work at
making yourself happy because no one else can make you happy.

trekkergirl

I'm on here bc hb is watching the stupid movie,
Pearl Harbor.
He thinks fast forwarding thru the mooshy scenes
improves it. It's not over, yet.
Your last two sentences piss me off. WTF do you
mean I'm right about having to live my own life?
It's always about living my life. And what do you
mean about working to make myself happy bc
no one else can? Does that mean all the idiots
who piss me off or make me sad have to be put
at a distance; I have to detach from? Who says
they have that kind of power... not to make me
happy...but to make me sad? What? Do I commit
suicide bc the world sucks? Fuck! The fucken
Japs demolished Pearl Harbor bc the US cut off
supplies (if you believe the movie). Look what
happened in the end! After a bunch of young boys
toasted themselves in flame warfare and big bombs
evaporated women and children, we have Sony
(50 year anniversary from occupied Japan)! Maybe,
I'm wrong.



You're apparently an absolute nut-job, the girl (trekkergirl) wrote an appropriate and hopeful response to you talking about how your lifestyle has caused people to not want to be around you, and that you had to disassociate from "depressing" things which apparently include your sister.
Then you jump all over her about it.

Sherrie Lee wrote:
trekkergirl wrote:
You're welcome. That is a nice name. Hope. It is a good word. Cuz I
see hope in all kinds of things. I see hope in the future. I see hope
that mankind will change their ways and accept people from who and what
they appear to be (to them) to what they are on the inside. Which is
what truly counts anyway. That they will quit hurting themselves by
judging those around them.

Hope is a good word. It reminds me that the future is a good thing to
look forward to.

I have a neice and two nephews. My neice just turned 14 this may. Her
name is Stephanie. And I hope that her future is wonderful for her and
her brothers. That life is a gift for them. That people accept them
and nourish all of their talents. Not bash them for things that others
perceive as false. Let them get to know them before they judge them
(though I think judging people by our own standards are wrong). Let
them learn from their mistakes. Guide them. Teach them. Show them.

Children are wonderful aren't they.

Anyway, it was good to meet you. And give your neice a hug. And help
her grow in her confidance as a writer. Kids can write some really
interesting stuff.

trekkergirl
Thank you. I won't be doing that any longer.
My sister has a way about her that is
incompatible with my lifestyle, and it
will always be incompatible. It took me
most of my life to learn this, and I will
not allow myself to be directly affected
by what I deem as depressing. I am not
strong enough to recover from her crushing
effects. Perhaps when Hope is older,
I may say hello, but I doubt we will become
close. I could be wrong.

Thank you for your sentiments.

It's nice to read about other people's pretty lives.
I look at pictures of beautiful people, too.

Sherrie Lee

Sherrie Lee wrote:
trekkergirl wrote:
That last poem wasn't meant to frighten anyone. I was trying to get
across the idea of someone who had only hoped... But was lucky enough
to eventually get what he wanted and hoped for. It's a poem of hope.
Not fear.

Though I thank you for replying. And I liked the way you replied. At
first I thought that you had written me a poem as a reply. I really
liked the way it was written.

I bet you write wonderful poems and/or stories.

trekkergirl
Thank you for your kind response.
My sister's daughter is named Hope.
She's a writer and will be 10.


Sherrie Lee wrote:
trekkergirl wrote:
You probably won't like these but here are some of the stuff I like to
write. Now I need to explain a little about what I write about. I
tend to write about Star Trek. It's a hobby of mine. And well, so far
most of the people I talk to are "trekkies". So I have written mostly
about that topic.

However, when I found this group I was hoping to learn more about poets
and the way they wrote and some new topics that I could share with.
Perhaps this is still possible.

Anyway, Here are 4 of my poems. I hope you can enjoy them. Please
try and understand where they are coming from.

Title: I shall walk behind
author: trekker girl
Rating: G
Word Count: 112
contact info: kellyreiger@xxxxxxxxx

I SHALL WALK BEHIND

You are forever relentless in your pursuit
of the one, I hold most dear.
Repeatedly you have reached out
with your icy cold fingers
to lay your deadly grip upon his golden skin.
To trip him as he goes from one place to another
in search of his duty.
You would take him from me if you could.

That is why I walk behind him
to rip your deadly fingers from him.
To protect him from all that would harm him.

He is mine.
I shall not let you touch him.
You and your deadly scythe may go on to others.
This one is not meant for you.




Title: The First time
Author: trekker girl
contact info: Kellyreiger@xxxxxxxxx
word count: 101

Sometimes life is like an endless progression of first times
most of which go by with little or no recognition
during the course of our normal daily lives.

However, some first times are important,
they need to be acknowledged.
Like your first word,
your first step,
your first love.

You, Jim were like this for me.
Meeting you was a first time.
With this meeting, you made me more aware,
more alive than I ever knew was possible.

So it remains my thy'la
that each and every time that we touch,
that we make love,
it is like
the first time.


Title: I am
Author: trekker girl
Contact info: kellyreiger@xxxxxxxxx
Word Count: 85

I AM

Did you realize that I have spent a lifetime becoming?
First, I became an adult.
Then a highly regarded scientist.
>From there I became a member of Starfleet.
Finally, I became your friend.

At last, though, safe in your loving arms,
I can finally admit that all I was striving for,
all that I was seeking,
all that I would ever need,
has at last come to be.

For now, I am simply me,
whole,
at peace,
and happy to be with you.


Title: I HAVE WONDERED
Author: trekker girl
Contact Info: kellyreiger@xxxxxxxxx
Rating: G
Word Count: 124

I HAVE WONDERED

As I lie here next you
with my heart so full of love
that it is nearly breaking.
I try to put my thoughts,
my emotions, into words
that I think you would understand.

Often in the past, I begin softly. I would simply wonder
at how it would be to hold you.
To feel the touch of your silken skin next to mine.
To feel the touch of your soft gentle lips.
To feel our passion igniting.
then taking on a life of its own
until finally sated
we finally fall into a deep exhausted sleep
still locked in each other's warm embrace.

In the past, I whisper in awe,
I would often wonder these things
Now however I know.

The last poem frightens me.
It reminds me of this adoring
stare and stroke of my arm
given by someone who took me
on a date to a place with mirrors
where we sat face-to-face, and I
exhausted with apprehension,
insecurity and road-weary-ing (so-to-speak)
could not trust myself to assert
that I feel my life-being, taken.
I was more worried about hurting
this person's feelings.
Now, however, I know.


I hope that you have enjoyed these. I picked some of my smaller works
to start out with.

trekkergirl

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