POET'S CORNER

[Prissy]

I am going to try and copy as many poems as possible and bring over to this thread!  Since we are on a new site,  I am starting with my poem written to Pamela  about the Reorganization of the site a few years ago!!  Luckily, our new site still is much like what we have been familiar with for a few years now.

Pamela's Reorganization

No, you are not having a
hallucination.
This site here has changed, that's no
exaggeration!

Our wonderful Pam after
deliberation
Created this plan, a re-
organization.

The site is improved with more
unification
And topics arranged for their
localization.

We have great new homes for our
accumulation
Of thoughts and ideas, even
alliteration!

So, please, jump right in, don't feel
intimidation.
These threads are just right for your
specialization.

For all that you do with such
illumination,
To you, Pam, our most sincere
appreciation

[Prissy]

I  hope you  won't mind an "instant replay"
Of a poem that was written an earlier day.

This is  my first poem that I posted here
I hope you stll like it and it brings you cheer!



THE MAMMOGRAM MAGAZINE CAPER

As I walked in on that October day,
All of a sudden, I had thoughts of Clay.
The mammogram office did look just the same.
Yet, there was something...twas hard to explain.

Wow! Then it hit me! All those magazines!
Our Clay was in them, waiting to be seen!
So very quickly, I did get busy.
"Don't call my name yet!" (I'm here in a tizzy!)

Newsweek and People and even an Us
Had pictures and words... too much to discuss.
Clay here and Clay there! I was in heaven.
My stack of mags had soon grown to be seven!

I hear my name, so it's time to go back,
And of course with me goes my precious stack.
Into the cubby to change to a smock,
Making quite sure that the door I do lock.

Quickly, through each magazine I do zoom,
(Please, don't knock yet on the door to my room!)
Tearing out only the things about Clay.
(How long do I have? How long can I stay?)

There is a knock, and I have my exam.
Everything's fine, so a big "Thank you, ma'am!"
It's time to change and then be on my way.
So with my Clay stuff, I bid all, "Good day!"

What can I say, and how can I explain?
What is my excuse? Could I be insane?
The mags were old and soon bound for a dump.
I can't bear things about Clay in a lump!

I did my duty. I have no regrets.
I rescued Clay pictures, please do not forget!
If you must judge me, do not be too rash.
But I would do it..again in a flash!!!

Prissy

[Prissy]

"How Much"

Who'd think you put a candle in my dark?
I bet you never thought that it could be
Well, I don't think you realize
Just how much you really mean to me

You were so surprised when I told you
The look you gave was just what I'd expect
If you'd given it to anyone,
I bet it would have had the same effect.

It took a lot of thinking to decide
That no matter how hard I want to try
I'll never be as special
I'll never light the way
I'll never mean as much to you
As you mean to me

It's cool, I'm glad you know just what you want
I know I'm not the best you'll ever see
Still, I don't think you realize
Just how much you really mean to me

I promise I won't dirty up your trail
I promise I won't forget about your smile
If you remember just how much
You mean to me, just once in a while

It took a lot of thinking to decide
That no matter how hard I want to try
I'll never be as special
I'll never light the way
I'll never mean as much to you
As you mean to me

My  parents always told me, "put yourself in others' shoes"
I thought about it recently, and now I see your views
There are lots of things ahead of you, it's amazing what you'll do
What's even more amazing is I can't be there with you

It took a lot of thinking to decide
That no matter how hard I want to try
I'll never be as special
I'll never light the way
I'll never mean as much to you
As you mean to me


(damndest thing is, I can't remember who I could have written this about...)

Greg (Wil555)

[Prissy]

"Snow's Thundering Silence"

Slept until nine
Showered til ten
There's no point in rushing, oh no
Ate at eleven
Tied my shoes at twelve
And walked out into the snow

The snow was gently falling from the stone grey sky
Some people see it dreary, and I don't know why
The sound of the snow falling pounds in my ears
The silence it delivers is all I hear
How can so many snowflakes be so silent?
The millions fall pounding on the ground
The most beautiful thing you'll ever hear, as long as you're around
Is the snow's thundering silence, that's the sound.

Sauntered at one
Meandered at two
Watching the snow tumble down
If I stand at two thirty
I'll be buried by three,
Best keep moving on

I never saw the sun rise on this snowy day
I doubt I'll see it set here, anyway
It's just a day without an end in sight
And then the darkness turns right into night
It's amazing how the snow has stayed
It's amazing the song the snow has played
The most beautiful thing you'll ever hear, as long as you're around
Is the snow's thundering silence, that's the sound.

Turned home at four
In at five
Watched the night come
And the snowflakes die
It's amazing how the snow has stayed
It's amazing the song the snow has played
The most beautiful thing you'll ever hear, as long as you're around
Is the snow's thundering silence, that's the sound.

Greg (Wil555)

[Prissy]

"Locking Up The Door"

We've had our ups and downs
We've seen the sky and we've seen the ground
We floated somewhere in between
I always felt that you'd be there
You almost were too much to bear
Your promises I haven't seen

You don't dream of me at night
I don't see me in your eyes
All talk, no walk, so why
Should I wait for us to die?

I'm tired of wasting time thinking you'll return
It's just not worth these stupid thoughts, and now I've learned
I'm done with this
I'm locking up the door

You said you'd love me 'til you died
Now isn't it true you're still alive?
Or have your lies come back to you?
It's not your fault, I will admit
I should have known better than this
Since I have better things to do

Then dream of you at night
When I'm not in your eyes
All talk, no walk, so why
Should I wait for us to die?

I'm tired of wasting time thinking you'll return
It's just not worth these stupid thoughts, and now I've learned
I'm done with this
I'm locking up the door

Run to me, if you please
But I won't stand there patiently
I've done that more than you will know
It's come crashing down, a whole new low,
The sun will shine, the snow will melt
The feelings now aren't feelings felt
The rain has stopped, the clouds did break,
No dreams of you, I'm now awake.

I'm locking up the door
I'm locking up the door
No feelings anymore
I'm locking up the door

(I wrote this about a friend of mine who just ignored me constantly, and I got fed up...one of her favorite songs was "Run To Me," see if you can catch that inside this song. )

Greg (Wil555)

[Prissy]

   
The Poet's Corner
« Reply #13 on: July 10, 2005, 10:52:09 AM »
"Always in my heart"

This feeling of being invisible,
is filling up my mind,
I feel as if i was lost,
all eyes would suddenly be blind.

This feeling of being alone,
leaves my heart feeling sad,
 then i think about you,
and other friends that I have had.

This feeling that noone see
the pain I feel today,
this feeling of being invisible,
just will not go away.

this desire I have within my soul,
to share all it is a have.
will never equal the comfort
you always so willingly gave.

the feeling  I have deep in my mind,
of who i really am,
Am I really being honest,
Am I doing all I can?

This feeling coming over me,
that I do not really see,
what other people think,
and what they see in me.

This feeling of being invisible,
Is tearing me apart,
But still I want you all to know,
You are always in my heart.

Ydebi

[Prissy]

   
The Poet's Corner
« Reply #14 on: July 11, 2005, 03:02:11 PM »
Woohoo *runs to find poem* I believe this was one of my first poems I posted--

Clay's poem

You fought a long battle,
But not one long enough,
Cause your not you,
Your the same on the inside,
Just diffrent on the out,
But still i have to ask,
So why did you have to change on the outside?
I just don't understand,
Why couldn't everyone see,
Yes there were some exactly like me,
That didn't need anything else from the beginning,
That knew what you were about,
Even before you said a thing,
And knew you were almost like everyone else,
Even if no one wanted you to be,
You were nice, sweet, and kind,
Though you did not look that fine,
But in my book that was fine,
Why couldn't you have just stayed the same?
Cause then you could have been just mine.


Have some more... Not sure if all are saved on my computer though!

Kimmy (Clayitonsmycff)

[Prissy]

   
Poems
« Reply #15 on: July 11, 2005, 06:42:37 PM »
Greg, Debi, and Kimmy,

Your poems are all so special and meaningful.  I admire how you put your feelings into words.   Very poignant!!

I may try to write some serious poems.   I'm going to occasionally slip in a poem that I've already written that's in Express Yourself. 

This is one of my more serious Clay poems:

THAT VOICE

There is a voice that's in my head
And in my heart each day.
It reaches deep within my soul;
That voice belongs to Clay.

It was more than a year ago
That voice first made its way
Into the hearts of countless fans
And made them want to say:

"This is the voice we want to hear,
The albums we will play.
And concerts are a must for us,
The cost we'll gladly pay."

At times, the critics were so harsh!
The voice they gave a "Nay!"
Yet, there were those who came around
But some, we could not sway.

Each night I pray for man and voice,
While in my bed I lay;
That God will give His special love
To keep them from harm's way.

For there's a voice that's in my head
And in my heart each day.
It reaches deep within my soul;
That voice belongs to Clay.

Prissy

[Prissy]

   
The Poet's Corner
« Reply #20 on: July 13, 2005, 03:52:08 PM »
Quote from: wil555
Prissy - I love it! Way to think up all those "ay" words.


Greg, if you like "ay" words that rhyme with Clay, how about this poem I wrote when I reached 300 posts!

Three Hundred Posts

Three hundred posts I've reached today
With you, my friends, who all love Clay!
It's here we get to have our say
And no one cares, there is no pay!

His family's love did pave "The Way"
For such a special guy, our Clay!
A mother's care was there from Faye.
Let's not forget, dear father, Ray

Just one more thing, please, if I may,
Claymaniacs is where I'll stay.
It's so much fun to post and "play,"
And no one can tear me away!

I'll stop here now, this lovely day
I've no more words to rhyme with Clay!

Prissy

[Prissy]

   
The Poet's Corner
« Reply #22 on: July 15, 2005, 12:41:59 PM »
Prissy, debi, and greg forgot to say love your poems

These two I ended up putting in poetry contests. Their both at poetry.com along with the other one I posted. Their like my lil babies so I don't let them out much!

Love
listening to what others say
even if you don't want to do something their way
thinking about them all the time
it seems like their always on your mind
through you try to get away
your always heading their way
all these things have one thing in common athing called
LOVE
Kim
Copyright ©2005 Kim

Not So Easy Go
easy come easy go,
does everything apply just like so,
your friend diesdo you let it go,
easy come easy go,
don't think it applys to everything like so.
Kim-Anne
Copyright ©2005 Kim

Kimmy (Claytonsmycff)

[Prissy]

   
Poems
« Reply #23 on: July 19, 2005, 06:21:11 AM »
Kimmey,

I loved your poems.  Thanks for sharing and keep writing!!

Stellium inspired the following which is in the TV GUIDE Thread in Clay Daily.


Quote from: stellium
I hardly recognize our very serious and mature man. 

I do miss the funny boy so full of joy.


Your words inspire:

We miss our cute and funny boy,
Who always was so full of joy.

With just a wink, he could be coy.
Some thought he made a great boy toy!

But now our boy is more a man,
Which really should delight each fan!

The age difference when he began
With us and him; a shorter span!     

Prissy

[Prissy]

   
The Poet's Corner
« Reply #26 on: July 20, 2005, 10:25:21 AM »
Let...

Let there be love,
Let there be hope,
'Cause no one knows if tomorrow will ever come.

Let no tears fall,
Let all eyes look above,
For tears bring nothing but sadness.

Let all eyes look above to God,
For that is where things are fixed.

Kimmy (Claytonsmycff)

[Prissy]

   
Poems
« Reply #28 on: July 20, 2005, 09:02:46 PM »
In the  EARS  thread in Clay Daily, Clara challenged me to find current celebrities with protruding ears.  All I could find were some from the past.

Clara said:
Quote
I regret to inform you that given examples have proven unacceptable. Please, provide further evidence of big-eared thudworthy specimens. I guarantee that any effort on your part will be duly appreciated.


Ah, Clara, I concede defeat,
Our Clay, indeed, is quite unique.

I've  found that no one else out there
Still has his own  protruding ears.

Prince Charles, Doogie, Mr. Spock;
With you, these three just held no stock!

Now Bing and Frank,  even Clark, too,
Have also been dismissed by you.

For now, our  Clay shall stand alone
And proudly let his ears be shown!


Prissy

[Prissy]

   
Re: The Poet's Corner
« Reply #29 on: July 26, 2005, 08:45:41 AM »
Yaaaaay, a poet's corner!!!    Here's my latest poem (yes, it's PG, don't worry-lol!)

Verdant Pools

Nothing could be compared
To the way he made her feel
When he got that amorous look
In those eternal verdant pools
Took her in his arms
Holding her close
And whispered those three words
With a soft southern twang
Before he kissed her lips
Expressing his passionate love for her

Yukino

[Prissy]

   
Re: The Poet's Corner
« Reply #30 on: July 27, 2005, 08:49:27 AM »
SINCE IT'S ALMOST CELLCERT TIME AGAIN, I THOUGHT I WOULD POST MY CELLCERT POEM:

CELLCERT TIME

It's Cellcert Time! Are you all set?
And ready with your Internet?
A "Claying" is about to start.
So please join in and play a part!

You picture posters in full force
Post "Claycandy." We like your source!
The funny things some of you say
Give us the best laughs of our day!

You lurkers are quite welcome, too,
And "pop-ins," we say "Hi," to you.
But best of all, our cellcert hosts,
You are the ones we love the most!

Turn on that PC; grab a chair.
Our Clay will soon be on the "air."
To all who will participate,
You make this a most special "date."

PRISSY