"adeline" poems - Hello Poetry

*November 29th, 2014 Dear Chris:* I miss you dear, I'd like to say.* Though it's been six months, thoughts of you are here to stay. My words turn to putty and I wish to form them like clay because there's so much to you I wish to convey. I've been traveling and unraveling the belt loops of life, and striding through gliding on ice skates from strife. I don't know if still I can sing the same tune. Our dreams from the Bay have been vexing me; perplexing me since June. The ring you gave me has my fingers swollen like my head, just like a balloon! And I don't know if it makes me sullen to confess when you asked for my hand, even hypothetically, I was to be your wife complete with white dress. Somewhere along the line that dream has changed. Though I feel that this letter was written selfishly. I really must say.. All I know is that I miss you Chris, I have missed you since May. -Adeline December 1st, 2014 Adeline: I was wanton and flagrant when your letter was received. I was bounding and bursting; hardly contained in my seat. Your familiar fragrance beseeching my heart's conceit, and in your confidence said that you're missing me. Until the usual silence declares again it's already half past three. Time to wash away delusions that are causing my hope to reek. Still.. Certainly there will be another chance to hear from you next week.

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Dec 6, 2014

Dec 6, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC

christopher-polizzi

F.A.T.A.L.I.A. (Features Adeline Talking About Life's Insightful Accruements)

*November 29th, 2014 Dear Chris:* I miss you dear, I'd like to say.* Though it's been six months, thoughts of you are here to stay. My words turn to putty and I wish to form them like clay because there's so much to you I wish to convey. I've been traveling and unraveling the belt loops of life, and striding through gliding on ice skates from strife. I don't know if still I can sing the same tune. Our dreams from the Bay have been vexing me; perplexing me since June. The ring you gave me has my fingers swollen like my head, just like a balloon! And I don't know if it makes me sullen to confess when you asked for my hand, even hypothetically, I was to be your wife complete with white dress. Somewhere along the line that dream has changed. Though I feel that this letter was written selfishly. I really must say.. All I know is that I miss you Chris, I have missed you since May. -Adeline December 1st, 2014 Adeline: I was wanton and flagrant when your letter was received. I was bounding and bursting; hardly contained in my seat. Your familiar fragrance beseeching my heart's conceit, and in your confidence said that you're missing me. Until the usual silence declares again it's already half past three. Time to wash away delusions that are causing my hope to reek. Still.. Certainly there will be another chance to hear from you next week.

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She's such a visionary, she pictures art where peasants revel... had a near death experience, said she even saw hell... She sees potential in me, despite the times that i fell.. she convinced me to keep throwing pennies in wells.. not because she believes in myths and superstitions... but because she sees homeless people dig in after all the wishin.. So on a good day, i throw in a few quarters, she sees i care. But im no hero i just want Ms. Adeline to be aware.. Everything she sees, and envisions she blesses. & Everyone agrees... So i tell her. Never take your lovely eyes off the world, please. She promised me she wouldn't, ever since she saw God. What makes her see goodness?, what makes her so kind?..... if only the world knew, Ms. Adeline was born blind. -afj

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Jan 11, 2015

Jan 11, 2015 at 7:07 AM UTC

afj

Ms. Adeline

She's such a visionary, she pictures art where peasants revel... had a near death experience, said she even saw hell... She sees potential in me, despite the times that i fell.. she convinced me to keep throwing pennies in wells.. not because she believes in myths and superstitions... but because she sees homeless people dig in after all the wishin.. So on a good day, i throw in a few quarters, she sees i care. But im no hero i just want Ms. Adeline to be aware.. Everything she sees, and envisions she blesses. & Everyone agrees... So i tell her. Never take your lovely eyes off the world, please. She promised me she wouldn't, ever since she saw God. What makes her see goodness?, what makes her so kind?..... if only the world knew, Ms. Adeline was born blind. -afj

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And at my new job I am the manager-in-training. In French it is “Responsable en formation” Or as I would say, Responsible information. However, I was not responsible in gathering my information. During my interview, I said masseuse. Turns out that is heavily connotated and maybe even denotated as a *** word. I asked if it was the French ending He said, “No, it’s the happy ending” Maybe French is only **** because of how much is escapes me. The opposite reason is why death was never **** to me because of how much I escaped it Maybe death finds Me **** And Anyway I got the job And a month later my boss gave to me a T-shirt that said your table is ready At first, Instead of a massage table, I thought it was a stretcher And I laughed I wonder what that means “You could have died” “you almost died” “it’s a miracle you’re still here” “we’re /glad/ you’re still here” Are words I often hear from my doctors who almost always meet with me pro bono because I am poor, but also interesting Medically But they are not words I hear from my mother Those are the words she saves to give to her 90-something mother-in-law I say 90-something not because I am careless or inattentive, but because my grandmother Adeline lied about her age so often in her youth, that both she and the government forgot her actual age The words my mother gives to grandma J upset her. She is tired of living Asked all of us to pray for her death Asked my brother in law to be “to help her get to heaven tonight” Said “I know you can help me get to heaven tonight” presumably because he works for the cook county coroner's office. He is a man so jaded that he sometimes can only laugh on the job when he sees particularly trite Chicago suicide notes: To be fair, he’s not cruel It is usually when it is something Like “you either die the hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain” Anyway, it made him cry when old Addie asked that and also if you are a prayer person, please pray for her death, I can’t bring myself to do it.

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Dec 3, 2020

Dec 3, 2020 at 5:14 PM UTC

77jet

Mobile (of Mobile/Stabile)

And at my new job I am the manager-in-training. In French it is “Responsable en formation” Or as I would say, Responsible information. However, I was not responsible in gathering my information. During my interview, I said masseuse. Turns out that is heavily connotated and maybe even denotated as a *** word. I asked if it was the French ending He said, “No, it’s the happy ending” Maybe French is only **** because of how much is escapes me. The opposite reason is why death was never **** to me because of how much I escaped it Maybe death finds Me **** And Anyway I got the job And a month later my boss gave to me a T-shirt that said your table is ready At first, Instead of a massage table, I thought it was a stretcher And I laughed I wonder what that means “You could have died” “you almost died” “it’s a miracle you’re still here” “we’re /glad/ you’re still here” Are words I often hear from my doctors who almost always meet with me pro bono because I am poor, but also interesting Medically But they are not words I hear from my mother Those are the words she saves to give to her 90-something mother-in-law I say 90-something not because I am careless or inattentive, but because my grandmother Adeline lied about her age so often in her youth, that both she and the government forgot her actual age The words my mother gives to grandma J upset her. She is tired of living Asked all of us to pray for her death Asked my brother in law to be “to help her get to heaven tonight” Said “I know you can help me get to heaven tonight” presumably because he works for the cook county coroner's office. He is a man so jaded that he sometimes can only laugh on the job when he sees particularly trite Chicago suicide notes: To be fair, he’s not cruel It is usually when it is something Like “you either die the hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain” Anyway, it made him cry when old Addie asked that and also if you are a prayer person, please pray for her death, I can’t bring myself to do it.

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Oh my God Have you ever felt this? Man, its great You become one with viscus And his holy ember watch the poppy smoke curl Into 3 dragons blowing smoke into the in finite bed time I can see your magezine left upon your side table but it is boring to me speaking to me without sound I can hear muffled echoes in some alluring ancient tongue Riddle me this sweet Adeline why have they gone and put the roof where your feet should be walking why do you have a slipknot Cd? Why do you have empty pill bottles on the floor? Why are your posters coming to life And pestering me for the time of Roger I will get you as a tattoo on my fore arm if it is the last thing I do I was gonna get that poem of Helen's done too In perfect script oh Helen your words are so beautiful I want to mold them to.my spirit I want to.wrap them upon my arms and sell them to.the poor and blind The fuzziness is returning now Telling me to go the **** to sleep and if I never wake up again.... I want you to know that I love you I love you I love you I love

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Jan 2, 2012

Jan 2, 2012 at 7:51 PM UTC

jacob-1

This poem has been made public

Oh my God Have you ever felt this? Man, its great You become one with viscus And his holy ember watch the poppy smoke curl Into 3 dragons blowing smoke into the in finite bed time I can see your magezine left upon your side table but it is boring to me speaking to me without sound I can hear muffled echoes in some alluring ancient tongue Riddle me this sweet Adeline why have they gone and put the roof where your feet should be walking why do you have a slipknot Cd? Why do you have empty pill bottles on the floor? Why are your posters coming to life And pestering me for the time of Roger I will get you as a tattoo on my fore arm if it is the last thing I do I was gonna get that poem of Helen's done too In perfect script oh Helen your words are so beautiful I want to mold them to.my spirit I want to.wrap them upon my arms and sell them to.the poor and blind The fuzziness is returning now Telling me to go the **** to sleep and if I never wake up again.... I want you to know that I love you I love you I love you I love

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Adeline lives in Far Away where magic fairies with dragons float on rainbows n' candy all night, n' day She took a trip down Abby road where giants live with talking toads on a weekend out with friends where Adeline has decided to go again but this time she won't be calling home her parents lost her long ago tripping down Abby road... Adeline is only twelve years old

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Mar 15, 2015

Mar 15, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC

krisselle-s-cosgrove

Adeline In Far Away

Adeline lives in Far Away where magic fairies with dragons float on rainbows n' candy all night, n' day She took a trip down Abby road where giants live with talking toads on a weekend out with friends where Adeline has decided to go again but this time she won't be calling home her parents lost her long ago tripping down Abby road... Adeline is only twelve years old

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what were you thinking as you walked into that lake with your pockets full of rocks and a letter for your husband on the kitchen table? your mind ate you alive and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it - how i wish i could have stopped it

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Dec 2, 2017

Dec 2, 2017 at 9:24 PM UTC

rachelmh

adeline

what were you thinking as you walked into that lake with your pockets full of rocks and a letter for your husband on the kitchen table? your mind ate you alive and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it - how i wish i could have stopped it

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Les longs rideaux de blanche mousseline Que la lueur pâle de la veilleuse Fait fluer comme une vague opaline Dans l'ombre mollement mystérieuse, Les grands rideaux du grand lit d'Adeline Ont entendu, Claire, ta voix rieuse, Ta douce voix argentine et câline Qu'une autre voix enlace, furieuse. « Aimons, aimons ! » disaient vos voix mêlées, Claire, Adeline, adorables victimes Du noble vœu de vos âmes sublimes. Aimez, aimez ! ô chères Esseulées, Puisqu'en ces jours de malheur, vous encore, Le glorieux Stigmate vous décore.

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Paul Verlaine

Per amica silentia

Les longs rideaux de blanche mousseline Que la lueur pâle de la veilleuse Fait fluer comme une vague opaline Dans l'ombre mollement mystérieuse, Les grands rideaux du grand lit d'Adeline Ont entendu, Claire, ta voix rieuse, Ta douce voix argentine et câline Qu'une autre voix enlace, furieuse. « Aimons, aimons ! » disaient vos voix mêlées, Claire, Adeline, adorables victimes Du noble vœu de vos âmes sublimes. Aimez, aimez ! ô chères Esseulées, Puisqu'en ces jours de malheur, vous encore, Le glorieux Stigmate vous décore.

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