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minx 4d
my mind is going insane
to where i have to
!         pour
into this poem.
and i don't like venting.

she's not mine.
technically, she never was
and i can't be thinking this way--
with a girlfriend of my own
but how could i not when she looks at me like that ?

victoria, if you want me
just please
come and take me
take me into your embrace
it's all i can think about

all i can imagine
(and trust, it's not enjoyable
it taunts me in the late hours of the night)
your flushed skin with the
hot water running down your supple skin

i want her body on mine
but i shouldn't
and i burn,
lying in bed with the aching need
the anticipation because i know i'll see her tomorrow.

i only want you to look at me
when i'm pretty
i can't stand the idea
of you seeing me
at my worst. such a letdown

i can't walk down the campus halls
without passing by you
avoiding your gaze as you do the same
only for me to turn my head as you brush my shoulder
to see your eyes already on me.

this is so annoying, my god--
you had me
for all of october
but you didn't take me
you took advantage of me

it's unfair, honestly.
i have so many things i want to tell you
to share with you
but i dunno,
we'll always avoid each other.

is this how it'll be at graduation ?
i'll slip past you, and vice versa
only to turn
and see your dark eyes
ALREADY ON ME !

victoria, please !!
anything !!!
pull me in the empty classroom
push me in the backseat of my NSX-R
victoria, please !!

is that so much to ask for ?
your underlying urges
the romantic tension
that we both know
is much more than romantic

i can't tolerate this anymore
ic an 't tol er a te thi san ym or e
m ymin d ism ov in gin fra gm ents
i don' tkn ow w hati s re al an ymo re
ish ou ldp rob ab ly ge t s ome he lp !
victoria, please !!

(i can't tell if she's dumb or deliberate anymore guys-- does she want me after telling me to disregard her girlfriend who she was on no speaking terms with while she led me on for all of october while flirting and touching and showing up to my pep rallies just to see me dance while other people told me she was into me and checking me out and like we even had matching necklaces 'n everything and she religiously wore that ** until randomly stopping and supposedly reconnecting with her girlfriend and ghosting me for another month then randomly coming back to me then i confessed and she rejected me and she told me to stay her friend causing alllll these problems that i am to blame for apparently with her and her girlfriend, now ex that i solved with the help of my ex-best friend and everything was perfect for two months until they randomly dropped me, only for girlfriend-ex-girlfriend to tell F that she wanted an invite to my party and be nice to me for three days and not even tell me if she's gonna come then F tells me not to invite emely which is victoria ah hell i name dropped oh well anyways so i invite em to my party and everything is perfect kinda but i haven't talked to em since she mentioned unblocking me on instagram like you blocked me wow i'm offended then go back to ghosting to where it ends up being we only pass each other in the halls and turn to look then look away good god and now it's to the point where i just want you to slam me on a wall or shove me in the back of my car i totally missed so many details sorry for DUMPING that holyshit oh my go--)
~
September 2024
HP Poet: Victoria
Age: 59
Country: UK


Question 1: A warm welcome to the HP Spotlight, Victoria. Please tell us about your background?

Victoria: "My name is Victoria, I'm 59 and from Wirral, North West England. I studied and had a career in social work, predominantly the field of Child Protection. I was married, I'm happily single. I am the eldest of 6 and have 5 children and 5 grandchildren. Home growing up was dysfunctional, I lived through my teens with my nan. I'm passionate about my family, Liverpool fc and my friends. I was addicted ******. My bio says: "Previously life was complex, I helped make it that way, now, I keep it simple and fun." It's true."


Question 2: How long have you been writing poetry, and for how long have you been a member of Hello Poetry?

Victoria: "I joined Hello Poetry in 2011 and that's when I started writing poetry. Mostly, I started with rhyme and then found that prose better fit my parlance."


Question 3: What inspires you? (In other words, how does poetry happen for you).

Victoria: "I'm inspired by my many experiences, with others and in nature. I'm inspired by poetry here, always. Many a poem has stayed with me, long after reading. Writing poetry was suggested to me and my writing developed, it gave me a voice to express, that which more often I had held silent."


Question 4: What does poetry mean to you?

Victoria: "What poetry means to me happens both in the reading and the writing. Poetry for me, gives and changes perspective, I gain new sensibilities and find through the writing, as in life there is, constant readjustment."


Question 5: Who are your favorite poets?

Victoria: "I have lots of favourite poets here, at Hello Poetry. I've made many friends and been fortunate to meet a few. I also enjoy discovering new poets and I am always amazed at the talent out there."


Question 6: What other interests do you have?

Victoria: "I enjoy fishing: music, photography and feeding my family home grown produce. I've rented an allotment plot for about 12 years, it is where I grow veg, fruit and flowers. My other pastimes are travel, walking, watching the footy and the occasional wild night out with close friends."



Carlo C. Gomez: “Thank you so much for giving us this opportunity to get to know the man behind the poet, Victoria! We are honored to include you in this ongoing series!”

Victoria: "Thank you, Carlo."




Thank you everyone here at HP for taking the time to read this. We hope you enjoyed coming to know Victoria a little bit better. I most certainly did. It is our wish that these spotlights are helping everyone to further discover and appreciate their fellow poets. – Carlo C. Gomez

We will post Spotlight #20 in October!

~
Nat Lipstadt Jul 2024
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Noun. sonder (uncountable) (neologism):

The profound feeling of realizing that everyone, including strangers passing in the street, has a life as complex as one's own, which they are constantly living despite one's personal lack of awareness of it.

Dear One:
it is one of those days, when everything becomes a poem,
every mundane, brushing my hair  be/is a philo-treatise,
& the errands of the day, starting  at 6:45am with an assessment,
a weighing of oneself on a numerical scale of justice,
requiring one to rethink his moral behaviors of a prior day,
a kind of confessional I guess, for I have never been inside one,
(a confessional and actually confessing) but my hebraic genetics
require Veduei (1),
constant awareness of one’s
everything deeds, making confessing a ongoing process 24/7
process unceasing, onerous and relieving,
by reliving our each~very individual action,
which means that I am in a sensory paradise / hell and
sleep comes in bursts of exhaustion,
as I misplace my compass
daily, and the re-search required to obtain, nay, reGAIN,  
my footing, my true directionS,
and it is worse than never ending, more akin to the
regularity of irregular breathing…

Thank you for “Sonder;”
restoring the awe for not knowing it, and occasionally forgetting, that there are words, ready, willing, and able to become poems, as I exegesis, excise, and exercise their purpose
to better to remember the worth of everyone and every thing within in a too oft / clouded, self centered
“I exist , therefore I am”
very limited filtering device….
so sonder becomes a poem, an essay, un écrivez,
and I study your photograph, and fly away,
I am in a garden,
you may have (no, probably!) planted,
(like the sonder word in my brain)
and the colors, the soils, the colorex (2) variety
teaches me you better than words…
while I am sundering, sondering, you,

and so many others
who give me the great pauses
of my existence,
the purposed understanding
of the arrogance of pre-judgement…

Surrounded,
I am breathing salt air, luscious greens, a variegated
bluey (love that show)
sky,
and all my voices rise, in a choir of one,
fo forgive me, forgive myself,
for failing not to be bigger than
than the distances
my aging weakening senses
and my low powered sensibilities
physically provide,

I hear you,
I sonder you,
and so many others,
and I
bind and bound myself to you
and
thus emboldened!

to go forth and walk in unfamiliar gardens,
to read better  and be,
between the lines
y’all provide

here’s where a a modest thanksgiving
is due and herein provided,
and the inspirations keep coming and
coffee need re~reheating, so the brain can
start
all over again,
S’wondering
S’ondering
just like a (wink)
An American in Paris,
the next poem is aborning,
jealously
demanding
it’s very own
birthing;
an embryo,
asking to be
imagined.

so thank you,
dear one…
(1j Viduei, (our words of confession) has become our sacrifice. Atonement is as far away as your lips. Don't allow your silence condemn you to a prison of guilt
(2j. colorex ~ index of colors visible and even invisible .

09:50am
Fri Jul 19
two thousand and twenty four
Nessa dieR Feb 2021
Volvi solo para decirte que
Inventé aquellas cosas que alguna vez nos prometimos.
Creo que tienes razon,
Tengo la culpa de enamorarme,
O a caso solo de querer, sin
Razon alguna de las personas equivocadas. Las
Imagenes permanecerán hasta que me canse de escribir, pero
A solas, por la noche, las palabras son mi unico consuelo.
Lxvi Jun 2020
City o' canvas built like a tent
Held together by strands
That can barely make rent
The poles hold is folky yet formal
These people sized holes, becoming too normal
I'd spin you a tale, but where to begin
A city of winners, **** stained in sin
Lord stretch thee almighty abundant in lands
Take it or make it, but never hold hands
My humble city
Nat Lipstadt Nov 2019
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“rootless in shallows of momentary mayhem
and no matter the change in horizon,
there is always some thing to be found
that could remind me
of the worst ways I have ever been.”


from “Harlequin Days of Fecund Fervor” by Victoria

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rereading these your words, upset forces me to break a recent vow,
my own writing banished, now faceless in the ranks
of just another poet, busted in rank, chose my own
decommissioning but then your momentary mayhem
plea, fecund you, your third harlequin, states construct!

stay the constriction, the recalling of our worst worsts,
for there is always something to be found, recalled,
that the horizon’s only constant is constant change,
especially the worst worsts

I am colored by your treats, your word plums ripe even
out of season, and the mayhem is mine only mine,
robbed you for it is I, rootless, given up my planting, then
the cobblestones of old new york, trip me up, saying
even old things such as you, have a prime yet to come,
stones fecund seeding, predicting I am not done, just undone,
and fetuses within this dying body, may yet be carried to term,
may yet, maybe, may be, but may be caesarean stillborn

rambling this, mostly musty unclear, so summarizations a
sensible thing, a pardon requested for clarity is a sometime thing.

rare are the days that the terracotta colored soil
darkens my fingernails,
it is dried blood from my scratching deep beneath the skin’s topsoil,
but nothing grows that’s whole, warped are the word fruits.
my soup is hot water with salt, a tasty dish apropos for one
whose growths are rootless in the shallow, infertile dirt of stones
that reside in the shallows of a garden of mine own
fecund may-hem of the grey fall sky autopsy turvy
Johnny Noiπ Jan 2019
Starbucks Despair responds to tomorrow in Geneva,
brilliant shiny knife Sunday School Prayer Prayer Greedy;
satellite satellite graveyard
and the product quickly asks Nirrin;
Broadbent mental prayer in the sky.
Forgetting school coffee, changed
the way to change the true life.                 Love is a lover's lesson in water,
but the nature of the vision is to find a leap
for my beloved son. Parents work for their parents.        I think he's happy. They're enemies, I've heard complaints.
Australia;             4 Many trading lawyers respond
to changes in the economy.
Queriet and evil makers want to change the threat of another city in the 3-dialogue.   Mother is dead.
Encourage child-women. Starbucks meets in Geneva
in the morning on weekends
and asks three cyclone animated;
v-turn, aha! Saturday apogee a sleeveless
satellite        primary variation of                       Nirrin
Yinkudate General Brody,
ending with the first sentence after numerical demolish ta,
legal study Nebula.                 An additional exhibition,
which changes nasljaddiki, and there is everywhere in life,
is well-timed and solid morning.      Instructions from Süstradanie Lyubov, edinstvenoto Yamata appointed by Skupo;                       do not get visitation y: it helps older parents to ask their parents.
I will go to the national newspaper struggle,               and hear a sharp voice. Volcanic bricks and drug trafficking,
Australia, triggers 4 red-red triggers,           with Konica kerit compliance, claiming that the three-dimensional bacterial
infringement infringement is called malware and piano line.
Graduate or slŭnchevo Pless goyim
have to change the appearance of our city is not visible.
A

Valentine,

of any kind

is affirmation of

their

love and. . .


...if you believe it,
then it is so.
Tint Aug 2018
Oh Victoria, the colour red you loved
I wore them inside my body,
the colour of blood

I remember how you'd come running and sneak inside my house
To the secret sanctuary
in the small hill by the pond
We strode the gaping distance  
to our little paradise
There, I saw the loveliest sunsets,
such beautiful goodbyes
You beneath the glistening sunlight,
you taught me how to love

I never forgot, Victoria
the day you said goodbye
A grieving wave that drowned me
and buried in my heart
We laughed and said promises,
but it was your last
I did not know how you could do it,
to just leave it like that
All I saw was the rope hanging
from the window in your house
I wished I had told you,
forever you are loved.
Such a beautiful little shapeshifter
A modern day siren
It's hard to picture her face now
She's so distant
I loved her
It's wicked how fast my heart grows attached to those I frequently see
It's as if she ignores the wary signs
She just jumps
Victoria was special to me
A real life movie
She opened doors to hinges I knew not existed
Party... people... alcohol
She had connections
She had problems
I took them all
I didn't think that one day that beautiful one would shift on me
She was an adapter
She played a role to get what she needed
She could be as soft as a kitten
As helpless as a mouse
Clever as a fox
Angry as a bear
I had seen her become many things but the day she changed
I couldn't recognize her
She was this form I had never seen before
Though her face is distant in my mind
I still get a chill in my spine
From the memory of her presence
Sometimes it makes my bones ache
Poem 3— Relations
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