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  robynm  




 
 
    
 

Post Tue, Jan 11 2011, 4:13 pm
sunshine! wrote:
robynm wrote:
ur job is not to cheer anybody up, its to express ur self how ever u like. and thats all that you or anyone expects of you. if you are looking to be a happier person, than thats something that you have to work on, itll show if your faking it, through your writing.

look at my work, what message do u usually get? what felign or emotion do u usually get?


I get the feeling that you are in a place where you need motivation to continue plodding down the path of life and whatever comes at you. It sounds like you are burnt out from the hand life has dealt you and you have no zest anymore.


so u feel that what I write is a current and true representation of who I am now?

you would laugh, I look at my stuff and and see how light my stuff is.... LOL I try to keep the heaviness out.

nothing to add mummidearest?
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  mummiedearest  




 
 
    
 

Post Tue, Jan 11 2011, 4:21 pm
robynm wrote:
sunshine! wrote:
robynm wrote:
ur job is not to cheer anybody up, its to express ur self how ever u like. and thats all that you or anyone expects of you. if you are looking to be a happier person, than thats something that you have to work on, itll show if your faking it, through your writing.

look at my work, what message do u usually get? what felign or emotion do u usually get?


I get the feeling that you are in a place where you need motivation to continue plodding down the path of life and whatever comes at you. It sounds like you are burnt out from the hand life has dealt you and you have no zest anymore.


so u feel that what I write is a current and true representation of who I am now?

you would laugh, I look at my stuff and and see how light my stuff is.... LOL I try to keep the heaviness out.

nothing to add mummidearest?


I think you use a volume knob on your feelings. some of your poems have a higher volume than others.
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  robynm  




 
 
    
 

Post Tue, Jan 11 2011, 4:39 pm
I like that description....
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  the world's best mom  




 
 
    
 

Post Tue, Jan 11 2011, 5:23 pm
sunshine! wrote:
I stand at the bottom
Looking up
Towering, majestic
The peak lost in the clouds

Can I succeed?
Is it worth a start?
Should I attempt it?
The climb to the top

I begin to climb
I heave, I struggle
I lose my footing
I lose my drive

But something is propelling me on
I see the summit, I see an end
I renew my wavering conviction
I think I can, I think I can

More than halfway up,
The goal within my reach
And finally the top
In all its splendid glory

I fling out my aching arms
Taking in the majesty
I look down, way down
To the place I had been before

I persevered and attained it
My goal of reaching the peak
I feel so free I feel release
Never before having felt so complete

This reminds me of a poem I wrote this past summer:

Climbing my Mountain

Climbing my mountain,
I climb so high.
I reach for the stars,
I reach for the sky.
Higher
Higher
I’m close to the top.
Soon I can rest;
Soon I can stop.
Suddenly, I slip.
I begin to fall.
I’m afraid I will not
Make it up there at all.
But then I remember;
I feel the rope
Tied tightly around me;
There’s no need to grope.
For whenever I fall,
Whenever I stumble,
The rope remains faithful
Not letting me tumble.

Climbing my mountain,
I climb so high.
I reach for the stars,
I reach for the sky.
Higher
Higher
I’m close to the top.
Soon I can rest;
Soon I can stop.
But then I see
An enormous boulder
Sticking out of the mountain
Above my shoulder.
How will I pass that?
Will it be too hard?
Yet I keep on going,
Take it yard by yard.
It is not easy
Not easy at all,
But soon I am past
That boulder so tall.
And now I may take
A short little rest
For the boulder provides
A foothold that’s best.

The mountain of life
We continuously climb.
We strive to get higher
And higher with time.
Each and every obstacle
And challenge we get past
Raise us so much higher
With benefits that last.
The higher we get
And the more that we achieve,
The closer to The One Above
In Whom we must believe.
Sometimes we stumble;
We feel like we may fall;
But when we feel the tug
Of the rope, we recall
That Hashem is the One
Who is pulling the strings
That enable us to climb
And do all sorts of things.
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  robynm  




 
 
    
 

Post Tue, Jan 11 2011, 5:52 pm
the world's best mom wrote:
sunshine! wrote:
I stand at the bottom
Looking up
Towering, majestic
The peak lost in the clouds

Can I succeed?
Is it worth a start?
Should I attempt it?
The climb to the top

I begin to climb
I heave, I struggle
I lose my footing
I lose my drive

But something is propelling me on
I see the summit, I see an end
I renew my wavering conviction
I think I can, I think I can

More than halfway up,
The goal within my reach
And finally the top
In all its splendid glory

I fling out my aching arms
Taking in the majesty
I look down, way down
To the place I had been before

I persevered and attained it
My goal of reaching the peak
I feel so free I feel release
Never before having felt so complete

This reminds me of a poem I wrote this past summer:

Climbing my Mountain

Climbing my mountain,
I climb so high.
I reach for the stars,
I reach for the sky.
Higher
Higher
I’m close to the top.
Soon I can rest;
Soon I can stop.
Suddenly, I slip.
I begin to fall.
I’m afraid I will not
Make it up there at all.
But then I remember;
I feel the rope
Tied tightly around me;
There’s no need to grope.
For whenever I fall,
Whenever I stumble,
The rope remains faithful
Not letting me tumble.

Climbing my mountain,
I climb so high.
I reach for the stars,
I reach for the sky.
Higher
Higher
I’m close to the top.
Soon I can rest;
Soon I can stop.
But then I see
An enormous boulder
Sticking out of the mountain
Above my shoulder.
How will I pass that?
Will it be too hard?
Yet I keep on going,
Take it yard by yard.
It is not easy
Not easy at all,
But soon I am past
That boulder so tall.
And now I may take
A short little rest
For the boulder provides
A foothold that’s best.

The mountain of life
We continuously climb.
We strive to get higher
And higher with time.
Each and every obstacle
And challenge we get past
Raise us so much higher
With benefits that last.
The higher we get
And the more that we achieve,
The closer to The One Above
In Whom we must believe.
Sometimes we stumble;
We feel like we may fall;
But when we feel the tug
Of the rope, we recall
That Hashem is the One
Who is pulling the strings
That enable us to climb
And do all sorts of things.


thanks for sharing that.. its uplifting!
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Aylat  




 
 
    
 

Post Tue, Jan 11 2011, 5:53 pm
Hey! Been away for a while and things have moved on. But here's one I wrote when the topic was I.

I

A tapestry of
multi-coloured
Roles?

A mosaic tiled
with varied
Experiences?

I'm scared that if
I dig too deep
I'll hit
empty space


All constructive crit welcome...
This was actually inspired by mummiedearest's qestion about the meaning of I in the pieces ppl wrote.
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  Aylat  




 
 
    
 

Post Tue, Jan 11 2011, 5:55 pm
mummiedearest wrote:
ode to the first six pages of my paper:

paper, you are somewhat written
typed in letters small
filled with ideas, quotes, and nonsense
ballads, one and all

and when I finish my eighth page
and sit back with a sigh
I'll have to rewrite you completely.
my deadline's drawing nigh.




I like this! LOL Can identify
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WriterMom




 
 
    
 

Post Tue, Jan 11 2011, 6:15 pm
You women are amazing! Despite the fact that I actually get paid to write sometimes, I have no ability whatsoever in creative writing, poetry or prose, and am in awe (and a smidge jealous!) of you who are so talented at it.
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  robynm  




 
 
    
 

Post Tue, Jan 11 2011, 6:38 pm
well writermom, we still want to see what you got. so give it a try!
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  mummiedearest  




 
 
    
 

Post Tue, Jan 11 2011, 8:20 pm
Aylat wrote:
Hey! Been away for a while and things have moved on. But here's one I wrote when the topic was I.

I

A tapestry of
multi-coloured
Roles?

A mosaic tiled
with varied
Experiences?

I'm scared that if
I dig too deep
I'll hit
empty space


All constructive crit welcome...
This was actually inspired by mummiedearest's qestion about the meaning of I in the pieces ppl wrote.


I love the colorful imagery with a concept that is so intangible. brilliant! short and to the point. I definitely like this one. it's nice to see a question posed without a ton of emotion behind it. there's no desperation here.
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  mummiedearest  




 
 
    
 

Post Tue, Jan 11 2011, 8:23 pm
WriterMom wrote:
You women are amazing! Despite the fact that I actually get paid to write sometimes, I have no ability whatsoever in creative writing, poetry or prose, and am in awe (and a smidge jealous!) of you who are so talented at it.


what do you write? it's interesting, my grandmother tells me that she couldn't stand creative writing courses in college. I find that amusing. she has a phd, and obviously she had quite a bit of writing to do to get there. she says she's fine with writing technical pieces, but can't be creative. so what do you write? I'm sure there's an element of creativity in your writing. your posts often have a touch of humor in them, you can't be purely technical.
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150 request




 
 
    
 

Post Tue, Jan 11 2011, 11:12 pm
I have never let anyone read anything that Ive written (uness it was a school assignment but that dosent count!).
Anyway here goes nothing

Learn to find pleasure in simple things
Noone has everything
But everyone has something

Make the best of your every situation
Take risks , make choices
Without any hesitations

Dont take life to seriously
You cant please everybody
Dont let criticism get to you
Just do what you gotta do

Never borrow trouble
Share your joys
And make them double

Be quick in getting over things
And when in trouble
Learn to sing

Life is a fleeting shadow
Its gone before you know
Before you turn around
Youll realize
Its time for you to go
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  robynm  




 
 
    
 

Post Tue, Jan 11 2011, 11:16 pm
150 request wrote:
I have never let anyone read anything that Ive written (uness it was a school assignment but that dosent count!).
Anyway here goes nothing

Learn to find pleasure in simple things
Noone has everything
But everyone has something

Make the best of your every situation
Take risks , make choices
Without any hesitations

Dont take life to seriously
You cant please everybody
Dont let criticism get to you
Just do what you gotta do

Never borrow trouble
Share your joys
And make them double

Be quick in getting over things
And when in trouble
Learn to sing


Life is a fleeting shadow
Its gone before you know
Before you turn around
Youll realize
Its time for you to go


its quick and catchy!! I like the section the best about the singing!!!
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  superjew  




 
 
    
 

Post Wed, Jan 12 2011, 10:04 am
150 request wrote:
I have never let anyone read anything that Ive written (uness it was a school assignment but that dosent count!).
Anyway here goes nothing

Learn to find pleasure in simple things
Noone has everything
But everyone has something

Make the best of your every situation
Take risks , make choices
Without any hesitations

Dont take life to seriously
You cant please everybody
Dont let criticism get to you
Just do what you gotta do

Never borrow trouble
Share your joys
And make them double

Be quick in getting over things
And when in trouble
Learn to sing

Life is a fleeting shadow
Its gone before you know
Before you turn around
Youll realize
Its time for you to go


I like this a lot! The red part is my fave. I started writing one about the snow. Just watching it made me wanna sing, hence write (cause I dont sing!!! LOL ) So I'll be posting soon
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  superjew  




 
 
    
 

Post Wed, Jan 12 2011, 10:11 am
Watching the snow made me feel so warm
so ironic because outside is so cold
I dont know why but it makes me at peace
just to watch each snowflake make its mark
They fly across the sky so helplessly
Some seems so at ease
while others scurry by

I'm not sure whats the hurry
where do they need to go?
Do they have a meaning to this all
they just land and keeps us warm
a white blanket over it all
perhaps its peace what they bring

It does seem that way
since all the streets become a haven of nature
a busy city street will now become the same
as the country road down the state
its now all one big maze

when I look down an untouched road
all I see is snow forever
going on & on with no end
I just want to set my step & make a print
it just seems so endless
but it brings us so much hope

All I know is that snow is so clean
its so white & so pure
so peaceful and more.
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  the world's best mom  




 
 
    
 

Post Wed, Jan 12 2011, 8:18 pm
Back to the topic of I:

If I Were Someone Else

There’s a question I would like to ask:
What if I were Esther or Sam?
What person would be behind the mask?
Would I like being whoever I am?

But more importantly, I want to know;
If I would be somebody new,
Would someone else be me?
What would the new me do?
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  sunshine!




 
 
    
 

Post Wed, Jan 12 2011, 8:55 pm
I think I can
I think I am
I think I may
I think all day
I think and think
and think some more
and seldom get things done
All this thinking gets me thinking
I think I think too much
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thejew  




 
 
    
 

Post Thu, Jan 13 2011, 1:11 am
Wow! I just discovered this site, and I'm loving it. I think some of the poems on here are awesome. I was wondering if it would be okay to post an essay-type piece. All critique is appreciated.

Juggling
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  thejew  




 
 
    
 

Post Thu, Jan 13 2011, 1:19 am
Oops. I accidentally posted the title without the piece. Here goes:

Juggling
[b]

I always loved jugglers.
The way they flung those brightly colored balls in the air
in an endless pattern of flashing joy
captivated me.
Life has taught me about juggling.
No, I'm not a red-nosed, jolly clown,
but I do spend most of my days
juggling.
Often, while soothing my crying child
I yearn to be crying on my own mother's shoulder.
That's when I use my catching technique to grab this bonding moment with my child
while tossing my inner child in the air.
Later, I'll seize a bit of nurturing for myself.
I'm a juggler,
and my life is a constant game of
catch and toss.
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enneamom




 
 
    
 

Post Thu, Jan 13 2011, 2:53 am
thejew: Your piece sounds more like a free-verse poem than an essay. I really enjoyed the way you brought out the metaphor of juggling. It's used so often, but the way you explained it was very unique--the throwing away of one thought/desire while catching another. Like!
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