I just LOVED that show!

They showed Growing Pains in France? What's the French word for Boner?

~Pete

It was still Boner... They didn't dare to translate it in French

Quoted from LC Hey Pete, those last few lines really made me chuckle. And Sandra, your Love or Lust - right on the money. Tommy, I've got a theme for the next one if anyone wants to take it up. "Memories" - how they impact on our lives, shape us, stay with us, false memory etc. You get the gist. Or, if no-one is into that one - this line from the movie "Married Life" just stuck with me: - "Whoever in this room really knows what goes on in the mind of the person who sleeps next to you?" Libby

Thank you Libby. Writing a poem a day might seem rather easy, but it's not. This is the kind of thread, that does force one to write and to think in different ways.

Getting different themes thrown on the table is really interesting and seeing how different people handle the themes is a testament to the spice that is unique to Simplyscripts' writers.

Here is my contribution this time around. It's something that always sits with me internally and I decided to go without rhyme this time. ( Had to throw just one in  )

Hope you enjoy the morsels of history as I make connections in the word, 'Memories'.

What The Word 'Memories' Means To Me

When I think of the word:
Memories

I think of the letter:
Mem

A Hebrew letter with two forms

One closed;
One open

Like the womb

Ready--

To give birth

Mem is:

A mother letter

A water letter

Certainly it is:

Life
And
Conscious

Deep
And
Mysterious

Water is a mirror
And as such--

Reflects
Back

Like Memories

Reflect
Back

Mem is like
A mirror

Making reversals

Like:

Light off the water

And

Light off the retina

The word:

Mem-or-ies

Begins with

Mem and

Holds in its middle
The sound of

Ohr

And Ohr means Light…

Light of life

The sublime spark
of Divinity in
All of the many


Mem plus Ohr


Water and Light

Wonder
Of this
Of all
Of This

Flowing Energy

Mem is the letter of water
Where memories form

On which
Those fiery sparks of Ohr
Twinkling in clarity
Exist--
Off the water
When the mind
Is clear

If we go back...

Our English letter 'M'
Extends itself
As a memory
From ancient Phoenician
And before then
As a memory in Egypt

Today it begins in the
Messiah
That moves
In our world

Mentally
We...
Make music
And yes...

Magic

On the
Morrow
Again…

We will make

Mem

and

Ohr

Memories
We will make--

In Wave

and

In Light


Sandra E.

Do you remember the day before yesterday?  

The moon was out in the daytime
so, we went,  
out for a spin  
and turned the car around just for a lark,
and navigated the sky,
and got caught in the slipstream of an eagle on the fly;
and watched as the cloud-drifts raced towards the moon.

Then, the sun went down
- quite out of the blue!
And we got caught in the dark,
as heaven sent- time spent;
the darkness descended.

The darkness, you said, is a velvet quilt,  
with a myriad of silken folds, spun in silver and in gold,
to hold all the memories of today,
and, also of yesterday;
and of all the days before;
of where you’ve been,
and what you’ve seen,
and what you dream,
when the sun comes up.

And so, I see:

The sun and morning keeps its promise,
that I might have the courage to lift my feet from the ocean floor
and dance upon your toes,
to feel the joy of the simplest song
and laugh out loud at a silly joke;

that I might feel the wings on my back,
and -
with all the gifts given,

Kiss my first love
Kiss my first love.

I am all the days.
I am yesterday, and the day before; I am today and I am tomorrow;
and even when I am gone, I am, tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow.
…………….

Great imagery, Libby!  I realy liked this one and it hit close to home for some reason.

Keep 'em coming guys and gals!!!

Quoted from LC Do you remember the day before yesterday?   The moon was out in the daytime so, we went,   out for a spin   and turned the car around just for a lark, and navigated the sky, and got caught in the slipstream of an eagle on the fly; and watched as the cloud-drifts raced towards the moon. Then, the sun went down - quite out of the blue! And we got caught in the dark, as heaven sent- time spent; the darkness descended. The darkness, you said, is a velvet quilt,   with a myriad of silken folds, spun in silver and in gold, to hold all the memories of today, and, also of yesterday; and of all the days before; of where you’ve been, and what you’ve seen, and what you dream, when the sun comes up. And so, I see: The sun and morning keeps its promise, that I might have the courage to lift my feet from the ocean floor and dance upon your toes, to feel the joy of the simplest song and laugh out loud at a silly joke; that I might feel the wings on my back, and - with all the gifts given, Kiss my first love Kiss my first love. I am all the days. I am yesterday, and the day before; I am today and I am tomorrow; and even when I am gone, I am, tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. …………….

Libby,

In this, I can feel your soul and in this,

For your words,

I have the most highest regards.

Sandra

Thank you Sandra.

Bit sentimental, I know but if you can't be sentimental in this little poet's corner ...

Ditto, to you too. I envy your ability to just keep 'em coming at the level you do.

Well done Tommy for thinking of this. Oh, and btw Tommy, your first poem touched me with its pure honesty.

This will be it from me for a while, but I'll keep on reading.

P.S. Thanks to you too Jeff - like I said though I don't think I can keep up the pace.

Thanks LC, love your work.

Pia, I don't know anything about poetry either!

Memories

They form our dreams, they shape out past,
They’re part of our future, they’re in our heart,

They are positive, negative and everything in between,
They are our personality, some murky, some seen,

They justify our actions, and get us into trouble,
They keep us alive and active, or shut our mind in a bubble.

They make us what we are, the powers from above,
Happiness, sadness, anger, joy, fear and love.

I have to say that I thought  "that's gonna die on it's arse" when you started this thread Tommy. Particularly after my own contribution.

However I'm both suprised and pleased to see it bloom.

I see L C's fanclub is growing. Rightly so, a fine way with a line that lady has.

I'll refrain from posting another "epic" myself until I come with something good. Don't hold your breath.

Well done to all, and keep it up.  

R

She takes it from the closet with
The secrecy of thieves
And looks both ways for privacy
Before she even leaves.

Clutched very closely to her chest
She holds her treasure thus
And makes her way o’er to her bed
Without much noise or fuss.

Once on her bed she shows her prize
An ornate wooden box
But what’s inside her pirate’s chest?
She opens up the locks.

She lifts the lid and looks within
Her face lights up with joy
She sticks her hand into the stash
And pulls out a small toy.

It’s a little plastic compass
That she turns from side to side
And smiles at the tiny needle
Which no longer will guide.

Now it’s on the bed beside her
As all good things must pass
For a ring made of faux silver
Its gemstone made of glass.

On her finger how it glistens
She shows it to the air
Now she’s acting very girly
She tousles up her hair.

Then it catches her attention
The last item in her store
Her jaw drops down and opens
She’d forgotten there was more.

Her hand trembles as she grabs it
And pulls it from its place
An old edge-torn faded photo
Of a familiar face

She traces all of the contours
Her tiny finger shaking
As her teary eyes gaze fondly
Her tiny heart is breaking

She opens up her mouth to speak
But nothing does come out
A silent “Daddy” on her lips
Before they start to pout.

And then a knock is at her door
It causes her to start
She gathers up her secret stash
And hides it, she is smart.

Her mother enters, prim and prop
And tells her to come down
Her step-father has been waiting
To take them into town

A big smile for her mother
And then a nod, polite
Then she leans back a bit further
to keep the box out of sight

Her mother smiles in return
Then spins and leaves the room
And the little girl slumps sadly
Her face awash with gloom.

She hides the box back in its spot
And shuts the closet door
But not without that one last look
To remember him once more.

A thousand raindrops fall
Melting my red lobster skin
Turning me into a crustacean that crawls

Always drifting sideways
Diggin' in sand with my enlarged snappin' hand
Looking this way and that way
Trying to read my future with this crooked palm

The sandmen are out there in my land
Chasing and killing whatever they can
Laughing hearty laughs that echo throughout the night
Creeping us out for fear of fright

And that's what my dreams will be like tonight.

Morning!

Today's theme is "self deceit".

Quoted from Tommyp Morning!

If you say so.   Just remember: It's five o'clock somewhere!  

OK, let's see what we can come up with...

Sandra

Recently, we had a thread posted on Simplyscripts regarding its value for screenwriting study. Some comments were made about maybe sometimes threads happening that seem to be wayward from the mission of screenwriting craft.

For some reason, I think that thread might have been instrumental in the way my thought train went for this next poem.

It's my sincere belief that we must take ownership for the greater world around us and instead of complaining or waving banners of whatever sort, we should actively do things. Whatever "that doing" is, to help people and the greater world.

In the case of Simplyscripts, there are people here that devote a lot of time to their board. They have indeed, taken ownership. I hope that we can all do the same in the greater world.

Ownership and Self Deceit

Taking ownership
is a powerful thing,
And when it happens,
you know.
Because it doesn't go.
That sense of ownership.

If you care enough to own it,
Not just to possess it,
It means you care--
For its condition
For its mission
Because you know
It must grow.
That sense of ownership.

Self deceit
Is thinking
That the world
Is someone else's--
Their responsibility
They have more ability
They're the ones that know
And you nod off slow
'cause it's for some other Jane or Joe
That sense of ownership.

Maybe a politician somewhere
Someone who's bigger or smarter
Someone with more means
Someone with bigger dreams
It's their world
We might say and
This is self deceit

The world is yours and mine
Together--
We are responsible
For each other
We are responsible
And we shouldn't sleep at night
Until we get over
Self deception.

Sandra E.