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My poem – for university poetry contest. Comments, opinions? Seriously only please.?

  • Posted on February 14, 2011 at 1:23 am

Our babysitter lives across from the Dodge Street cemetery,
And behind her broad, untroubled face.
Her sons play touch football all afternoon
Among the graves of clerks & Norwegian settlers.
At night, these huge trees, rooted in such quiet,
Arch over the tombstones as if in exultation,
As if they inhaled starlight.
Their limbs reach
Toward each other & their roots must touch the dead.

When I was fifteen,
There was a girl who loved me; whom I did not love, & she
Died, that year, of spinal meningitis. By then she
Had already left home, & was working in a carnival –
One of those booths where you are supposed
To toss a dime onto a small dish. Finally,
In Laredo, Texas, someone anonymous, & too late, bought her
A bus ticket back. . . .
Her father, a gambler & horse dealer, wept
Openly the day she was buried. I remember looking off
In embarrassment at the woods behind his house.
The woods were gray, vagrant, the color of smoke
Or sky. I remember thinking then that
If I had loved her, or even slept with her once,
She might still be alive.
And if, instead, we had gone away together
On two bay horses that snorted when they began to gallop,
And if, later, we had let them
Graze at their leisure on the small tufts of spring grass
In those woods, & if the disintegrating print of the ferns
Had been a lullaby there against the dry stones & the trunks
Of fallen trees, then maybe nothing would have happened. . . .
There are times, hiking with my wife past
Abandoned orchards of freckled apples & patches of sunlight
In New Hampshire, or holding her closely against me at night
Until she sleeps, when nothing else matters, when
The trees shine without meaning more than they are, in moonlight,
And when it seems possible to disappear wholly into someone
Else, as into a wish on a birthday, the candles trembling. . . .

Maybe nothing would have happened, but I heard that
Her father died, a year later, in a Sierra lumber camp.
He had been drinking steadily all week,
And was dealing cards
When the muscle of his own heart
Kicked him back into his chair so hard its wood snapped.
He must have thought there was something
Suddenly very young inside his body,
If he had time to think. . . .
And if death is an adolescent, closing his eyes to the music
On the radio of that passing car,
I think he does not know his own strength.
If I stand here long enough in this stillness I can feel
His silence involve, somehow, the silence of these trees,
The sky, the little squawking toy my son lost
When it slipped into the river today. . . .
Today, I am thirty-four years old. I know
That horse dealer with a limp loved his plain, & crazy daughter.
I know, also, that it did no good.
Soon, the snows will come again & cover that place
Where he sat at a wobbling card table underneath
A Ponderosa pine, & cover
Even the three cards he dropped there, three silent diamonds,
And cover everything in the Sierras, & make my meaning plain.

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Paris Hilton’s parents comments to the prosecutor were completely out of line?

  • Posted on November 7, 2010 at 11:23 pm

Kathy Hilton telling the prosecutor she was pathetic for giving her daughter 45 days for driving drunk more than once and on a suspended! She is going to end up hurting someone, it’s not a BS reason for her to get jail time. Her parents reaction is innappropriate shows horrible parenting skills which explain a lot. what do you think? they didn’t seem to care much about their daughter being famous b/c for being a slut, instead they seem to encourage this outrageous behavior.

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License Revoked Driver Question. Comments Please?

  • Posted on October 15, 2010 at 12:22 am

My daughter 21, lets her BF 32 drive her car. His drivers license was REVOKED due to several DWI’s She frequently lets him drive her car. Sometimes he drives the car with their newborn child inside. QUESTION: If he is ever ‘pulled over’ by the police, is there a chance that he will be arrested and also WHAT would happen the the baby that is in the car. I discussed this with my daughter and she said that there would be ‘no problem at all’ to worry about. I just am not easy about this. Your comments appreciated.
Note: Daughter has the minimal amount of insurance available. She states that she is ‘fully insured’ and that the insurance company covers the BF too even though he is unlicensed.
Daughter is the sole title owner. It is in her name only.

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Can anyone please rate the first part of my story? be truthful, cuz i rly don’t mind hate comments!?

  • Posted on September 29, 2010 at 1:27 pm

“So! Tell me,” Riley Haddix sighed after taking a sip from her glass of champagne. “How many have you had tonight?”
I poured myself some of my family’s 1987 champagne before I replied, “How many what?”
“Shots! What else could I be talking about!?” Riley laughed.
“How am I supposed to know what you’re talking about if you didn’t say so!” I said, “but then, how am I supposed to know how many shot’s I’ve had? Ten? Maybe fifteen?”
Riley laughed again and leaned back on my shoulders, sighing, “I think I’m drunk. If I’m drunk, I’m going to get Lex to carry me all the way home!”
I giggled at the crazy thought of Alexis Penvensie walking down Fifth Avenue in his brand new suit with Riley Haddix on his back.
“Well then it’s good that you’re staying over then, won’t want to ruin Lex’s suit for him would we?” I rolled my eyes at the reminder of Lex’s earlier comment about his new Gucci suit. Riley let out a few drunken giggles that satisfied my need for a response.
“Come on, we’ll have to get you fixed before everyone starts arriving, k?” I hooked my arm around the crook of hers and pulled her away from the booze table. Riley’s glass tipped as she got dragged away by me, the booze inside tipped dangerously close to my dress.
“Hey! Watch it! You’re drunk before the others here, I don’t want you to ruin my dress also!” I snapped.
For my annual mid-term soiree this year, I’m dressed in a black pre-release strapless from the new line of Riley’s designer brand, Secret Admirer. It has been a gift from Riley, for celebrating the first of her new dresses made, but the actual thing would cost around 800 dollars, so I didn’t want to ruin it on my first day wearing it. My shoes were also Secret Admirer, golden kitten heels from Mysterious, the same line as my dress; I didn’t want to ruin those either. At least not before the party started, after the party, my outfit will probably be stained with fruit punch and my mom’s fine scotch and will need to be brought to the dry cleaner’s and then made another permanent installation to my closet gallery.
Just then, the doors to the Petrelli Ballroom swung open and the “others” I was talking about walked into the room in their official unofficial order.
The “official unofficial order” is an unwritten rule that derives from the SSS, social seating system, at school. There’s a certain order that we all have to walk in, sit it, have sleepovers in. Something that the Upper East Side princes and princesses invented way before our time, it might sound cliquey and all, but it is important that everyone knows their place.
The boys always walk in front of the girls, for some reason, in the order of their power inside our Inner Circle. At the very back is Eric Ross, son of the Olympic Gold Medal winning ice-skater Charles Ross and Olympic Gymnast Arieda Shamhil Ross, star skater of our skating club. Next to him is Nathaniel Huard, junior varsity football team captain and son of Navy captain William Huard and society hostess Clio DeVrio Huard. In front of them is Nicholas Halloway, the notorious playah/rich jerk, and sole heir of the Halloway Leather fortune. Then there is Alexis Penvensie, Riley’s boyfriend, my guy best friend, all-around do-gooder, young master of the House of Penvensie, future CEO of the Penvensie International Bank. Loyal best friend of the King, Christopher Woodsen.
Now the thing about Christopher “Magnet” Woodsen is that he is everything his posse is and more, meaning: annoyingly smart, girl magnet, Class A at school…everything. His only flaw was that he came from a nouveau riche family, who made their fortune of Real Estate development. He’s New York’s most celebrated bachelor, the one that every family with daughters has already planned as their future son-in-law. Old families always marry within themselves, but then, I guess they would make an exception for Magnet.
The girls walking behind them certainly would. Nadia de la Cruz, younger daughter of the Sir Jean-Pierre and Lady Aurelia de la Cruz, the French Baron and Baroness, has been wanting to date Magnet since the beginning of time, but the Baron had disagreed and forbade her to date anyone but Nobles. Danielle Bishop, ice-skating girl girlfriend of Eric Ross, second child of Dr. and Mrs. Allen Bishop, a head doctor in Lenox Hill Hospital, was known to have a crush on Magnet before she started dating Eric last year. Rachelle Halley, daughter of airline CEO Leonard Halley and society hostess Marian Halley, was the only exceptions on the M-admirer list.

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How should I ask my Dr. to induce me?Only serious answers please no rude comments?

  • Posted on August 20, 2010 at 5:20 am

I am 38 weeks as of tomorrow…I have had by far one of the most unpleasent pregnancies ever. At 24 weeks I was diagnosed with Hypoglycemia (low sugar), and before I found out I was pregnant I was told Id never conceive due to PCOS and the fact my body wasnt producing enough hormones to even start a period. Well the overdrive of hormones and the low sugar have taken over this pregnancy and I am unable to enjoy this time with my family or even myself. I have headaches all day everyday. The type that make you cry but you try to force yourself not to knowing that it will just make them worse, the kind that make you stay in bed in a dark bedroom and only open your eyes when your husband tells you its dark enough. I have been prescribed 3 different narcotics in the past month to try to control them. First it was tylenol 3, then vidocen and now percocet. None of these work and I hate taking them knowing my daughter is taking them as well and could be born addicted. I dont understand why my Dr. hasnt mentioned induction over the drugs but this monday at my apt I plan on putting my foot down and telling him Im miserable and can not continue introducing my baby to these drugs…Im going to tell him I want to be induced asap. How should I ask him? What should I say to get my point across?
also the dr wants me to have a ct scan to see if my headaches are caused by a mass on my brain or something …however thats introducing my baby to radiation and im not doing it until shes born….the headaches may go away after shes here and if not ill have the scan….

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