Saturday, October 24, 2009

My Painful Past


I stood astride your songs,
In pulchritude we joined.
You with your mellow prongs,
I, with my opened loins.

We earned each accolade.
Our fame is all aflame.
We feasted on the glade.
And wealth we too proclaimed.

Alas, it did not last,
As all would come to pass.
I sit here quite aghast.
You're now under the grass.

I grieve my painful past.
Our days that should have been.
I sigh and say Alas!
We never will be seen.

Oh, Elvis where are you?
I yearn each day for you,
Hopeful that you could play.
My strings again someday!

Photo courtesy of Nikes Alviz

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22 comments:

  1. Heather KephartOctober 24, 2009 at 8:08 AM

    LOL - funny! You had me at "loins".

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  2. Holly JahangiriOctober 24, 2009 at 9:17 AM

    Jena! I don't know whether to gasp, to cringe, or to laugh out loud - but this poem made me do all three. The unexpectedly erotic, the sort of matter of fact rhyming mention of death in the third stanza, and the realization - at the last moment - who the subject was...

    Love it. So appropriate, on so many levels. I think we all have "painful" moments like this from our past.

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  3. Poetic ShutterbugOctober 24, 2009 at 1:23 PM

    I love it. The last four lines say it all.

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  4. Jena IsleOctober 24, 2009 at 3:34 PM

    Hi Heather,

    He he he...loins, I love that word, it can connote almost anything. You're not thinking what I'm thinking...he he he...

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  5. Jena IsleOctober 24, 2009 at 3:37 PM

    Hi Holly,

    I'm glad that it made you do all three. Very simple lines really, - just to relax...I'll write something similar to the magical and mysterious verses our poet-cum- doctor , or doctor-cum-poet dish out, when I'm not so mentally fatigued. he he he.

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  6. Jena IsleOctober 24, 2009 at 3:40 PM

    Hello Joan,

    It's good of you to have dropped by and I'm flattered you love the poem. I was thinking of you with my incoming poetry project. I hope you can participate. All the best.

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  7. tashabudOctober 25, 2009 at 10:05 AM

    You got me imagining something naughty and erotic with "pulchritude (I had to look this one up}, prongs, loins, aflame, and feasted". Hee,hee.

    Tasha

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  8. jakillOctober 25, 2009 at 10:11 AM

    Oh boy. It started off so serious and sexy. Then I had to chuckle at the final stanza.

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  9. Jena IsleOctober 25, 2009 at 9:13 PM

    Hi Tasha,

    He he he, I was thinking of your romantic novel too. Actually this poem has been published already at helium.com.

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  10. Jena IsleOctober 25, 2009 at 9:15 PM

    Hello Jean,

    I'm glad it made you chuckle. That's enough reward for me. All the best.

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  11. reyjrOctober 26, 2009 at 5:49 AM

    Holy loins! Hehehe!
    A PG 13 post. bow.

    I'm a very visual person - and this poem just made me blush. wah!

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  12. elmotOctober 28, 2009 at 2:52 AM

    Holy loins indeed. Nice poem, very diverse in terms of the theme and emotions.

    PG 18 on me, LOL!

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  13. zorloneOctober 28, 2009 at 9:26 AM

    Brilliant poem. I wouldn't have thought this was talking about a different thing. ;)

    Some pretty sensuous lines at the beginning must have roused the readers, I was. he he he.

    Z

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  14. Jena IsleOctober 28, 2009 at 5:57 PM

    Hi Doc Z,

    At last you've found the road that leads to... here.

    I'm glad the poet gave his nod of approval. I have been wary you'll be punctilious about the form. Kidding...

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  15. DeeOctober 28, 2009 at 7:01 PM

    Ganda ng poem! Keep it up, Jena! :)

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  16. Jena IsleOctober 29, 2009 at 1:22 AM

    Hi Dee,

    Thanks, regards to Master Jedi Luke. we do miss him.

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  17. Jhong MedinaOctober 29, 2009 at 4:04 PM

    Hi Jena,

    I love the way interpret death and it made me smile. "You're now under the grass." Lols.

    Great Poem.

    Jhong Medina

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  18. Jena IsleOctober 29, 2009 at 7:49 PM

    Hi Jhong,

    Thanks, I thought you would zero in on the first 4 lines,,,he he he...Cheers!

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  19. jan geronimoOctober 30, 2009 at 12:39 AM

    I sit here gasping at all these opened loins! Just kidding... I kept checking for a byline other than yours. Surely some guest writers wrote this?! This is a surprise, Jen.

    Must please you you've made your fans and friends a bit uncomfortable, eh? Must be fun pulling this pleasant surprise.

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  20. Jena IsleOctober 30, 2009 at 1:01 AM

    He he he Jan, it's because I know I can write these lines and still be let out of the hoop. If you're not green minded - oops, then you'll see the lines in a different perspective. These indicate the "pick" and the "instrument". he he he See?

    But kidding aside, these are all facts of life that should be dealt with accordingly. As long as they're not outright indecent, then they should be fine.

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  21. SherryNovember 4, 2009 at 11:51 PM

    everyone got a past, there is good and bad in between.

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  22. Jena IsleNovember 6, 2009 at 4:07 AM

    Hello , I hope she wins.

    hello Sherry,

    Yes, that;s a truth we have to accept. Cheers.

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