Memory of you
Question:
I walk the city looking for a trace Of my beloved, and she’s never there I open up my arms for her embrace And find myself engulfing winter air I wake at night to feel her tender touch And see beside me nothing but the darkness I try to tell her I love her so much And, lying next to me, her absence startles. What has become of you? Where have you gone? I cannot find you anywhere I go We, that for so long time have been as one, It seems like yesterday – two years ago. Perhaps you’re swimming in the ocean waves Or taking photographs of sun and flowers, Perhaps you are convinced that Jesus saves And willingly submit to higher powers, Perhaps you’ve raised another champion dog And take him to the dog shows where you’re living, Perhaps you’re drenched in dew and winter fog And fight with love what man is misconceiving, Perhaps you bring your beauty to your town And with it nurture people into freedom, Perhaps you, dressed in your red velvet gown, Find birds with broken wings and house and feed them, Perhaps you’re living on another plain And seeing past and future, true and clear, Perhaps you’re healing wounded and insane And free them from the grasp of the deceiver, Perhaps you’re loved, or treasured in the hearts Of those who see you in your full resplendor, Perhaps you’re breaking shatters into shards And burn them until they become mere embers, Or basking in the sun, or watching stars At night when all that lives becomes a shadow, Or, as I feel and conjure from afar, Playing with butterflies on a green meadow – I know not where you are, and like a tramp I stumble through the days, asleep and mindless, Carrying with me, like a worn-out lamp, The memory of you and of your kindness. Ilya Shambat.
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<ilya_shambat2…@yahoo.com> this should be posted to poetry groups. everybody in these loneliness, shyness, depression groups says to find people with common interests you write poetry. whining about how lonely you are is not a common interest. rec.arts.poems; alt.arts.poetry.comments <ilya_shambat2…@yahoo.com> wrote in message
news:1104158613.236231.310020@f14g2000cwb.googlegroups.com… – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->I walk the city looking for a trace > Of my beloved, and she’s never there > I open up my arms for her embrace > And find myself engulfing winter air > I wake at night to feel her tender touch > And see beside me nothing but the darkness > I try to tell her I love her so much > And, lying next to me, her absence startles. > What has become of you? Where have you gone? > I cannot find you anywhere I go > We, that for so long time have been as one, > It seems like yesterday – two years ago. > Perhaps you’re swimming in the ocean waves > Or taking photographs of sun and flowers, > Perhaps you are convinced that Jesus saves > And willingly submit to higher powers, > Perhaps you’ve raised another champion dog > And take him to the dog shows where you’re living, > Perhaps you’re drenched in dew and winter fog > And fight with love what man is misconceiving, > Perhaps you bring your beauty to your town > And with it nurture people into freedom, > Perhaps you, dressed in your red velvet gown, > Find birds with broken wings and house and feed them, > Perhaps you’re living on another plain > And seeing past and future, true and clear, > Perhaps you’re healing wounded and insane > And free them from the grasp of the deceiver, > Perhaps you’re loved, or treasured in the hearts > Of those who see you in your full resplendor, > Perhaps you’re breaking shatters into shards > And burn them until they become mere embers, > Or basking in the sun, or watching stars > At night when all that lives becomes a shadow, > Or, as I feel and conjure from afar, > Playing with butterflies on a green meadow – > I know not where you are, and like a tramp > I stumble through the days, asleep and mindless, > Carrying with me, like a worn-out lamp, > The memory of you and of your kindness. > Ilya Shambat.
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This is silly. Ilya’s poetry is just fine here in ASD where everyone shares their special talents, humors, and gifts — lighten up Rosena p.s. a very nice poem with a few minor edits – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -mr.cin wrote: > <ilya_shambat2…@yahoo.com> > this should be posted to poetry groups. everybody in these loneliness, > shyness, depression groups says to find people with common interests > you write poetry. whining about how lonely you are is not a common > interest. > rec.arts.poems; alt.arts.poetry.comments > <ilya_shambat2…@yahoo.com> wrote in message > news:1104158613.236231.310020@f14g2000cwb.googlegroups.com… > >I walk the city looking for a trace > > Of my beloved, and she’s never there > > I open up my arms for her embrace > > And find myself engulfing winter air > > I wake at night to feel her tender touch > > And see beside me nothing but the darkness > > I try to tell her I love her so much > > And, lying next to me, her absence startles. > > What has become of you? Where have you gone? > > I cannot find you anywhere I go > > We, that for so long time have been as one, > > It seems like yesterday – two years ago. > > Perhaps you’re swimming in the ocean waves > > Or taking photographs of sun and flowers, > > Perhaps you are convinced that Jesus saves > > And willingly submit to higher powers, > > Perhaps you’ve raised another champion dog > > And take him to the dog shows where you’re living, > > Perhaps you’re drenched in dew and winter fog > > And fight with love what man is misconceiving, > > Perhaps you bring your beauty to your town > > And with it nurture people into freedom, > > Perhaps you, dressed in your red velvet gown, > > Find birds with broken wings and house and feed them, > > Perhaps you’re living on another plain > > And seeing past and future, true and clear, > > Perhaps you’re healing wounded and insane > > And free them from the grasp of the deceiver, > > Perhaps you’re loved, or treasured in the hearts > > Of those who see you in your full resplendor, > > Perhaps you’re breaking shatters into shards > > And burn them until they become mere embers, > > Or basking in the sun, or watching stars > > At night when all that lives becomes a shadow, > > Or, as I feel and conjure from afar, > > Playing with butterflies on a green meadow – > > I know not where you are, and like a tramp > > I stumble through the days, asleep and mindless, > > Carrying with me, like a worn-out lamp, > > The memory of you and of your kindness. > > Ilya Shambat.
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In message <1105153586.189623.175…@z14g2000cwz.googlegroups.com>, Rosena <filpri…@aol.com> writes >This is silly. Ilya’s poetry is just fine here in ASD where everyone >shares their special talents, humors, and gifts — lighten up
Ilya usually say who he gets his poems from. — The opinions given above may be mine. They might also just be what I feel like saying right now, okay?
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Mr. Cin wrote to Ilya Shambat in reply to a really beautiful poem: > This should be posted to poetry groups. > everybody in these loneliness, > shyness, depression groups says to find > people with common interests > you write poetry. whining about how lonely > you are is not a common interest.
Yes, this IS the loneliness group. And various topics are brought up here – either to rant off one’s loneliness, frustration or whatever. But there are also things that should distract people from their primary problems, which in itself is a refreshing attitude. Poetry itself can be taken as something per se, then of course it belongs to a poetry group as such. But poetry is always something else as well: when it talks about loneliness it is just another way to share with us people in here, but even when it would talk about anything else it could distract us a bit from whatever burdens us, don’t you think so, Mr. Cin? And ah, I take this is just a crosspost from ASD, because Alan and Rosena are disputing Ilya’s poem as well. I find those crossposts, that are ripped out of their contexts, much more annoying than poetry as such. People turn up who never really talk to us in here. I hate the absence of real communication, mates. I like Ilya’s poems. But why does he not really communicate? Are his poems a way to hide away after all? There are many contributors who prefer indirect ways. Many of these ways are beautiful, some, on the other hand, can be repelling. But all of them do not EASE the feeling of loneliness, they just manifest them, yah they even celebrate them. Period. Sumi
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In message <1105153586.189623.175…@z14g2000cwz.googlegroups.com>, Rosena <filpri…@aol.com> writes >This is silly. Ilya’s poetry is just fine here in ASD where everyone >shares their special talents, humors, and gifts
Look at the cross-posts. You’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto. We’re also in RAP where Ilya has no special talent (or any, come to that). > — lighten up
An ASD speciality, I presume? >Rosena >p.s. a very nice poem with a few minor edits
Only if you’re in ASD. In RAP, it’s irredeemably bad. — Rob Evans When I see a swine I reach for 45-calibre pearls.
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Rosena wrote: > This is silly. Ilya’s poetry is just fine here in ASD where everyone > shares their special talents, humors, and gifts — lighten up
That’s as may be, but Ilya chose to cross-post his poem to both rap and aapc, where people demand more of a poem than just a sharing and therapeutic experience. Usenet has different groups for different purposes, and I for one will be glad when Ilya finally learns that the poetry groups are for serious poetry discussion, not for sharing poems as part of the healing process. > Rosena > p.s. a very nice poem with a few minor edits
Sylvia and Anne cared enough about their craft to write good poems. Ilya is nowhere near their standard, and shows no interest in improving his craft. Whatever he wrote, it was not "a very nice poem". Rik, knee deep. — http://www.kalieda.org/pctp A different approach to workshopping your poetry online …
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Rik Roots wrote: > That’s as may be, but Ilya chose to cross-post his poem to both rap and > aapc, where people demand more of a poem than just a sharing and > therapeutic experience. Usenet has different groups for different purposes, > and I for one will be glad when Ilya finally learns that the poetry groups > are for serious poetry discussion, not for sharing poems as part of the > healing process.
You’re a moron. Look at r.a.p. and tell me if there is serious poetry there. All you have is idiots like JR Sherman and Peter Ross and – well – you, attacking everyone while posting nothing worth reading at all. My poetry is by far the best posted on r.a.p. in a long, long time. I remember when the place was alive, with people like Marek and Smolens and Hillary Joyce putting up work that was worthwhile. Now, the place is full of idiocy, anal-retentiveness, pettiness, cruelty and swinishness. What I write is a relief from the idiocy of you & your kind of people. My work is real poetry; yours is trash. > Sylvia and Anne cared enough about their craft to write good poems. Ilya is > nowhere near their standard, and shows no interest in improving his craft. > Whatever he wrote, it was not "a very nice poem".
Up yours.
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -ilya_shambat2…@yahoo.com wrote: > You’re a moron. Look at r.a.p. and tell me if there is serious poetry > there. All you have is idiots like JR Sherman and Peter Ross and – well > – you, attacking everyone while posting nothing worth reading at all. > My poetry is by far the best posted on r.a.p. in a long, long time. > I remember when the place was alive, with people like Marek and Smolens > and Hillary Joyce putting up work that was worthwhile. Now, the place > is full of idiocy, anal-retentiveness, pettiness, cruelty and > swinishness. What I write is a relief from the idiocy of you & your > kind of people. My work is real poetry; yours is trash. >>Sylvia and Anne cared enough about their craft to write good poems. > Ilya is >>nowhere near their standard, and shows no interest in improving his > craft. >>Whatever he wrote, it was not "a very nice poem". > Up yours.
You were there when I was a regular poster too, ten years ago or so I think. Your poetry is full of heart and soul. -=Lola
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Dolores wrote: > ilya_shambat2…@yahoo.com wrote: > > You’re a moron. Look at r.a.p. and tell me if there is serious poetry > > there. All you have is idiots like JR Sherman and Peter Ross and – well > > – you, attacking everyone while posting nothing worth reading at all. > > My poetry is by far the best posted on r.a.p. in a long, long time. > > I remember when the place was alive, with people like Marek and Smolens > > and Hillary Joyce putting up work that was worthwhile. Now, the place > > is full of idiocy, anal-retentiveness, pettiness, cruelty and > > swinishness. What I write is a relief from the idiocy of you & your > > kind of people. My work is real poetry; yours is trash. > >>Sylvia and Anne cared enough about their craft to write good poems. > > Ilya is > >>nowhere near their standard, and shows no interest in improving his > > craft. > >>Whatever he wrote, it was not "a very nice poem". > > Up yours. > You were there when I was a regular poster too, ten years ago or so I > think. Your poetry is full of heart and soul. > -=Lola
I’m not partial to Ilya’s doggerel, but he’s right about r.a.p. Even a year or two ago it was still a poetry group with a court jester. Not much poetry, but there was a leavening (Marek I remember with affection), and one or two worthwhile discussion threads in amongst all the Chuck-bashing. But from my last two lurks, the poets seem to have buggered off elsewhere and it’s just a beady-eyed Reptile House of exotic egos assembled around the Chuck carcass.
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In article <-f6dnU_ADPua2n7cRVn…@comcast.com>, Dolores says… – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->ilya_shambat2…@yahoo.com wrote: >> You’re a moron. Look at r.a.p. and tell me if there is serious poetry >> there. All you have is idiots like JR Sherman and Peter Ross and – well >> – you, attacking everyone while posting nothing worth reading at all. >> My poetry is by far the best posted on r.a.p. in a long, long time. >> I remember when the place was alive, with people like Marek and Smolens >> and Hillary Joyce putting up work that was worthwhile. Now, the place >> is full of idiocy, anal-retentiveness, pettiness, cruelty and >> swinishness. What I write is a relief from the idiocy of you & your >> kind of people. My work is real poetry; yours is trash. >>>Sylvia and Anne cared enough about their craft to write good poems. >> Ilya is >>>nowhere near their standard, and shows no interest in improving his >> craft. >>>Whatever he wrote, it was not "a very nice poem". >> Up yours. >You were there when I was a regular poster too, ten years ago or so I >think. Your poetry is full of heart and soul. >-=Lola
yeah, but it’s…ya know, bad. it’s bad poetry. written by a guy who really doesn’t know what he’s doing. so, like, ya know, go out and read some good poetry, so that you’ll know for sure Lymbata’s poetry is, ya know, bad. it’s free advice day. love and kisses, j r "Mr. Heart and Soul" sherman — —————————————————————— "I walked with a Zombie, I walked with a Zombie, I walked with a Zombie last night." Roky Erikson ——————————————————————
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the entire population of Liechtenstein wrote: > I’m not partial to Ilya’s doggerel, but he’s right about r.a.p. Even a > year or two ago it was still a poetry group with a court jester. Not > much poetry, but there was a leavening (Marek I remember with > affection), and one or two worthwhile discussion threads in amongst all > the Chuck-bashing. But from my last two lurks, the poets seem to have > buggered off elsewhere and it’s just a beady-eyed Reptile House of > exotic egos assembled around the Chuck carcass.
Yep. I checked in a while ago and it was just a waste of time. Nothing good on there at all. BTW, "Heart and Soul" applied to writing of any kind is not necessarily a compliment. -=Lola
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j r sherman wrote: > yeah, but it’s…ya know, bad. > it’s bad poetry. > written by a guy who really doesn’t know what he’s doing. > so, like, ya know, go out and read some good poetry, so that you’ll know for > sure Lymbata’s poetry is, ya know, bad. > it’s free advice day. > love and kisses, > j r "Mr. Heart and Soul" sherman
Hey, you were around when I was around on RAP, back in the not-crappy days. I posted as Kalera Stratton or Kalera Ashley then. -=Lola
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -j r sherman wrote: > In article <-f6dnU_ADPua2n7cRVn…@comcast.com>, Dolores says… >>You were there when I was a regular poster too, ten years ago or so I >>think. Your poetry is full of heart and soul. >>-=Lola > yeah, but it’s…ya know, bad. > it’s bad poetry. > written by a guy who really doesn’t know what he’s doing. > so, like, ya know, go out and read some good poetry, so that you’ll know for > sure Lymbata’s poetry is, ya know, bad. > it’s free advice day. > love and kisses, > j r "Mr. Heart and Soul" sherman
Like, "duh".
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In article <QdydnaOxD-QfvHncRVn…@comcast.com>, Dolores says… – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->j r sherman wrote: >> yeah, but it’s…ya know, bad. >> it’s bad poetry. >> written by a guy who really doesn’t know what he’s doing. >> so, like, ya know, go out and read some good poetry, so that you’ll know for >> sure Lymbata’s poetry is, ya know, bad. >> it’s free advice day. >> love and kisses, >> j r "Mr. Heart and Soul" sherman >Hey, you were around when I was around on RAP, back in the not-crappy >days. I posted as Kalera Stratton or Kalera Ashley then. >-=Lola
through copious bottles of red wine and various depravities on my part, my memory is now all shot to hell. so if i don’t remember you, that does not mean that you were not memorable. if that makes any sense. but anyway, welcome back, O human child, to the waters and the wild with a faery, hand in hand, for the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand. if that makes any sense either. love and kisses, j r "the REAL Mr. Heart and Soul" sherman — —————————————————————— "I walked with a Zombie, I walked with a Zombie, I walked with a Zombie last night." Roky Erikson ——————————————————————
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -j r sherman wrote: > through copious bottles of red wine and various depravities on my part, my > memory is now all shot to hell. so if i don’t remember you, that does not mean > that you were not memorable. > if that makes any sense. > but anyway, welcome back, O human child, to the waters and the wild > with a faery, hand in hand, for the world’s more full of weeping > than you can understand. > if that makes any sense either. > love and kisses, > j r "the REAL Mr. Heart and Soul" sherman
Heh, thanks! I was drinking plenty of red wine in those days myself. Still do, on occasion, though I’ve found that minimizing my writing addiction also minimizes my drinking… funny that. -=Lola
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