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Not A Poem: A Personal Message to Hello Poetry and A Pledge**

None of what has been going on here at Hello Poetry makes any sense but it is hurting many poets here and driving many poets/friends away (8 and counting)... my only thinking is that it is a deliberate attack not only on poets but poetry, and these web sites where poets gather and is part of a growing american culture of barbarity.. it's like those U.S. drone attacks done from behind closed doors that no one sees coming and then everything and everybody gets destroyed... it must stop and we must stop it!

For all those who are interested, I will do the same as Quinn has done and post ANY and ALL private messages that are character attacks or personal attack on me or my friends (if they allow); or ugly comments left on my poetry... Walt Livingston’s  comment on Quinn’s poem should not be tolerated here at HP, and called out for its inhumanity. It has nothing to do with poetry or the poem he left it on. Not one thing he said can be verified and this kind of thing has to stop. It’s like watching Fox or CNN news- ******* opinions posing as news and training us on what to think.

Also, for the record, if anyone receives a message claiming to be me do 2 things, first ask me if I actually wrote it sent it and 2 send it to me... I do not really know (that is I do not yet have the proof needed) who or how many are behind this, BUT I WILL NOT ALLOW THIS TO CONTINUE AS LONG AS I AM AT HP. And this goes for any other site I may visit. So please block me now all who think I will not stand up against plagiarism, attacks, harrassments, trolling, stalking, and any other form of oppression.

I also know that I may lose a few friends in doing this. To them, I can only say, that this is not a reflection on or directed to you in any way and I am sorry if this has hurt you, deeply sorry...

Aztec

PS  Oh, and by the way, the friends I am referring to know who they are, so if there are any questions about this,  message me and ask me.. no one has the right to declare friendship without my say so...

Wish I didn't have to say this, but since part of the sneak attacks have been done by people using other people's names to pick fights and attacks... yes it has gotten that bad.. That insidious...

So poets of HP, Let’s write poetry, support each other with mutual respect (even if and while we debate the content/ideas of a poem); build a community of poets that is a MODEL for the way human beings should and can treat each other, with mutual respect and listening to and seeing our diversity of ideas and nationalities as a great advantage to art and society and to ourselves... this is not a call for love and peace, since this will have to be fought for, nor is it a call to live and let live... there can be no place among human beings for these attacks... as well as no “free speech” for wreckers and attackers..
Let our language be poetry
Let our words be open and honest debate over poetry and art
Let our hearts be filled with fresh new ideas about life
Lets create wonderment and awe with our pen!!!!  
Come on HP poets, Lets Go!!

Aztec Warrior 1.25.16
Well, this post has sure caused an uproar. I am tempted to say, ya'll deserve each other, so *******, but that would be foolish and wrong of me and get us no further, and the attacks on each other would continue and the real poets, those who want to actually write poetry and have it read and appreciated are leaving. So the first think I want to add to this post is: Quinn, and the rest of you (Rick who is "r'and also "woody", a few others; along with Gary L, Nagi,and I think Jack and Vicki were named in Woody's comment that is not gone) STAND DOWN!! No more poems, comments or messaging spreading rumors or attacking people for who they like or block or what happened  months ago or at another poetry site. STOP.

Look everyone who actually cares, someone (and all admit they do not know who he is or was) by the name of Walt Livingston posted and ugly attack. It 's one of the reasons why I posted the above post. This WAS NOT a defense of Quinn, as it is a method being used in several poetry site to create dissention and havoc.  No one knows who this is and yet everyone thinks they know and they spread this rumor far and wide to anyone who will listen. It has to be Quinn he just wants attention. It has to be 'r" he's been attacking me forever and on it goes round and round until it is almost impossible to find the truth. The truth is someone created that account and look at the results Instead of pointing fingers and coming up with all kinds of conspiracy theories, lets put or know how together and find out.

I do not know who this is nor will I speculate. But I will say this, all of us at this point are being played!!! And attacking each other is not helping to get at this problem.

No matter what Quinn did or didn't do at WC that got him kicked off, there was continued trouble at WC that Quinn had nothing to do with. Does this mean Quinn is innocent, no, it just means this mess we are dealing with is bigger than one individual. Look I know you all don't agree with me on this, Which leads me to the main point.

I put the center or heart of the above post last for a reason. To make it stand out from the part where I was saying what I would do to prevent attacks on me and friends (if allowed). Maybe I was wrong in doing this because you all have ignore it. Or at best gave it some general nod and then went right into attacking each other trying to prove who was the real hero/heroine and blah blah. Why?? Why couldn't these points be the glue that can help sort out this "sad state of affairs at HP"  as someone put it. They certainly do not detract from the "Rules of Conduct" Eliot has posted. and everyone "agrees" they will abide by. They could actually act as a banner of sorts that people could come around and express why they like or dislike them and as a means of determining disputes. But I am also convinced that if these points do take hold it will be much easier to root out and identify anyone or someone who is provoking bs on the site.  Are they perfect? hell no. And that is why it will take many many of us to do this including CRITIQUING THE POINTS. But there will be no tolerance of knocking at people for any reason.   It's easy: critiquing points, yes; critiquing people, NO..
I hope I am not talking to the wind here...
 Jan 2016 Sophia Louissiere
derek
Hindi ko alam kung mababasa mo ito.
Pero kailangan kong sabihin ang tibok ng puso ko.
Wala rin namang mapapala dahil wala na ring pag-asa
Kaya kung sasabihin ko ito, sa akin ba'y may mawawala pa?

Kagagaling ko lang sa isang bagyo
Pero nakagugulat na hindi ako sinipon, kahit basang-basa ako.
Nagsumikap magbihis, para makapasyal uli
nang makita ko ang matamis **** mga ngiti.

Hindi na ako nagpigil, wala nang mawawala sa akin
Kailangan kitang makilala, kailangan kong magpapansin.
Pangalan mo lang ang mayroon ako, pero nahanap agad kita
Akalain **** nasa iisang gusali lang pala tayong dalawa?

Hindi ako gwapo at hindi rin malakas ang loob ko
Nakakaawang kombinasyon sa mga panahong ito
Mas gugustuhin ko pang magpasensya at maghintay
Pero paano lalapit sa pagkapangit na manok ang pagkagandang palay?

Inalis ko na sa utak ko ang pag-aalinlangan
Alam mo na ito, dahil may bulaklak ka na kinaumagahan.
Ayoko nang secret admirer, dahil hindi na tayo bata.
Pinaalam ko kung sino ako, para makipagkilala.

Sinulatan kita, makailang ulit
Para alam mo na ako yung nangungulit.
Kaso hindi ko alam kung bakit
Ni isang sagot, wala kang binalik.

Hindi ko na kaya maghintay pa ng matagal
Kailangan ko itanong, kailangan ko malaman.
Hindi ako magwawala kung hindi ka interesado
pero sana sumagot ka, para hindi na ako manggulo.

Ilang sandali pa, tumunog na ang telepono ko
Lumukso ang aking puso ng makita ko ang pangalan mo!

"Salamat sa bulaklak, pero mali ang pagkakaintindi mo
"hindi ako naghahanap ng lalaking iibigin ko
"Pagkat may iniibig na itong aking puso
"Pasensya ka na, patawarin mo na ako".

Matagal akong natulala sa aking nabasa
Biglang lumiit ang mundo ko, hindi na ako makahinga.
Naglakas loob akong sumagot at sinabing "naiintindihan ko
"salamat sa pagsagot, at magandang gabi sa iyo".

Gusto ko lang sabihin, sa mga makakabasa nito,
walang ginawang mali ang dalaga sa kwento ko.
Hindi ko man siya nakilala ng lubos ay nakatitiyak ako
Nang inihulog siya ng langit, sobrang swerte nang nakasalo.

Hindi ko gugustuhing agawin ka.
Kasi kung maaagaw man kita, maaagaw ka rin ng iba.
Kung mabasa mo man ito, okay lang bang hilingin ko
kapag niloko ka nya, pwede bang sabihan mo agad ako?
The love of a poet in love with a pen,
About love, heartache, mystery or sin,

A chosen few who can tell the tale,
That will inspire, unite, or cast a spell,

Then there are the few  who do not agree,
With the style, format or cant even see,

The love of a poet in love with the pen,
Who shares the tale about something within,

Judge not about what is missunderstood,
expression through poetry is simply good.

I too am a poet in love with my pen,
I hope you enjoy- what I share from within.
 Jan 2016 Sophia Louissiere
kelia
a loverboy that didn’t last
an agreement
maybe it wasn’t supposed to

i can add him to the list
i’ve got going in my head

‘ones who left’

never wrote it down because
i think it might change

a loverboy who held my head
the 30th time he found me
spinning in circles
chasing neon with whiskey

held it until the morning after
brought me water in a mug
‘you’re a cool girl, can i see you tonight’
and then never called

i can write about him
until i find someone new

loverboy who i wasn’t ready to lose
just yet

he asked ‘yet’?
and i corrected
‘ever’

loverboy who left me little crumbs
to eat
after he took me home for dinner

he says he’s ‘not in the right place
for loving a girl like you’
and i roll my eyes, toss my socks into the corner
‘yet?’ i ask

‘ever’
If I die young, don't let my family put me in a church or place they deem holy, for its not holy to me.

If I die young, lay me down by the roots of an old oak tree.
Let the wind blows my hair and caress my cold skin

If I die young, take care of her.
Take care of the girl I taught like a daughter and loved like a sister
Teach her everything is okay and that I was once ashes and I will be ashes once more.
Tell her I loved her and give her all my possessions
Teach her that I will be okay and I will watch over her as she grows up strong and wise like I taught her.

If I die young, take care of  my children.
The ones who fight against their monsters with battle axes and confidence that I'll be proud of them
Tell them I died fighting just as they are now
And tell them never to give up because I'm still so proud.

If I die young, burn me with the logs of trees long dead
Let my ashes spread through the sky and fall like fresh snow
Make sure to give everyone my best.

If I die young, please
Please don't forget about me
I love you, you know.
Too much though.
Because I can't tell when its hurting me bad,
Or when your love so strong makes me glad.

You didn't seem to be what I thought,
I took the risk,
My sweet, you caught.

This choice I made,
goes the deepest for me.
Because you're the only one,
who got through my walls, you see.

So I beg you,
Please.
Don't make me regret,
this decision and risk
I wish to forget.
Carefree to a fault. It was my choice anyway. I gave it all to you, I took the risk. I don't want to regret it..
Now I realize;

How can you leave her
while she was the one
who taught you what love is

How can you ignore her
while she was the one
who received everything from you

How can you get rid of her
while she is the one
who always stays in your mind

Coz she was your other half, and she still is.
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