"garfunkle" poems - Hello Poetry

I see a Woman eating her muffin looking at Man who is looking looking into the depths of his paper cup and the wrinkles and rivers on the back of his hand thinking When did I get those? Coffee Cup looking at the blue bin in the corner Coffee Cup thinking Well, I guess this is how it goes The secret force that wrenches eyes upward from the secret morning monologues happens like electricity happens and Man sees Woman's eyes and frowns and can't tell whether they are blue or brown. Crumbs are on her lap. Man doesn't notice but Woman thinks he does Moving imperceptibly and not wasting a calorie she flutters her hands over the warm loaves of her thighs. Man notices an ephemeral strain Simon and Garfunkle and becomes aware of a softening within his sternum and electrons slowing, softing, into a May spring aesthetic Woman rubs her finger which does not have a ring and Coffee Cup wonders if it will still have sentience within the bin or if the world with all its broken beauty and mornings and warm hands will suddenly just stop everything? I look at my keys. The sort that express, not the sort that open doors and drawers but even these, time to time, will fall beneath the wooden floors. Man pulls his long coat off the back of his chair without ceremony rises and turns to go leaves his cup on the table for a coffee girl to attend to and exits as the rain turns to snow. Woman sits. And sits. Woman might order another pumpkin muffin. Her knees are chilled, watching her pinkly from the edge of a pencil skirt like children's faces from a blanket. A moment later she makes that same comparison and laughs internally without gesture or sound. And Woman looks around. Woman smiles. Not because of Man or muffin or the secret life of a Coffee Cup but because she is Woman struck lively by the sudden meta fleeting passage of The Bigger and her eyes, definitively brown spark like bumper car antennae and struck by magic, the same magic electricity for an irreversible instant meet mine. And for one fourteenth of a moment Woman knows Me with all her life. I shiver and she lobs me the red bean bag and I hold the image in my mind like a relic of the living divine. The Bigger, the morning the secret was mine.

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Oct 22, 2012

Oct 22, 2012 at 11:44 AM UTC

mure

The Bigger

I see a Woman eating her muffin looking at Man who is looking looking into the depths of his paper cup and the wrinkles and rivers on the back of his hand thinking When did I get those? Coffee Cup looking at the blue bin in the corner Coffee Cup thinking Well, I guess this is how it goes The secret force that wrenches eyes upward from the secret morning monologues happens like electricity happens and Man sees Woman's eyes and frowns and can't tell whether they are blue or brown. Crumbs are on her lap. Man doesn't notice but Woman thinks he does Moving imperceptibly and not wasting a calorie she flutters her hands over the warm loaves of her thighs. Man notices an ephemeral strain Simon and Garfunkle and becomes aware of a softening within his sternum and electrons slowing, softing, into a May spring aesthetic Woman rubs her finger which does not have a ring and Coffee Cup wonders if it will still have sentience within the bin or if the world with all its broken beauty and mornings and warm hands will suddenly just stop everything? I look at my keys. The sort that express, not the sort that open doors and drawers but even these, time to time, will fall beneath the wooden floors. Man pulls his long coat off the back of his chair without ceremony rises and turns to go leaves his cup on the table for a coffee girl to attend to and exits as the rain turns to snow. Woman sits. And sits. Woman might order another pumpkin muffin. Her knees are chilled, watching her pinkly from the edge of a pencil skirt like children's faces from a blanket. A moment later she makes that same comparison and laughs internally without gesture or sound. And Woman looks around. Woman smiles. Not because of Man or muffin or the secret life of a Coffee Cup but because she is Woman struck lively by the sudden meta fleeting passage of The Bigger and her eyes, definitively brown spark like bumper car antennae and struck by magic, the same magic electricity for an irreversible instant meet mine. And for one fourteenth of a moment Woman knows Me with all her life. I shiver and she lobs me the red bean bag and I hold the image in my mind like a relic of the living divine. The Bigger, the morning the secret was mine.

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stars crinkle under our feet bouncing off the blades of moonlit grass carried downstream in the canal behind my house I walk down memory lane with my brother Lou Lou lost it in his teens diagnosed schizoid but able to function under guidance and meds together we lug a cumbersome old wooden box to the trash gently I quizzed him “do you remember us when we were little on our sled all the snow and fun we had?” Lou stares blankly into the night, “I was never small, I was made 6 ft. 3 in.” “but I have a photo of us” again Lou denies that such a time ever existed, insisting that he sprang full-grown from the mind of some unknown madness Christmas lights blink coloring his face red then green “That's alright Lou, I remember....” whispering goodnight I tuck Lou under the blankets of my heart and watch him trudge away a small boy in a gray snowsuit *“Time it was, and what a time it was, it was A time of innocence, a time of confidences Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph Preserve your memories, they're all that's left you”* (Simon & Garfunkle, 1968)

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Feb 20, 2013

Feb 20, 2013 at 7:10 PM UTC

sonya-ki-tomlinson

Lou

stars crinkle under our feet bouncing off the blades of moonlit grass carried downstream in the canal behind my house I walk down memory lane with my brother Lou Lou lost it in his teens diagnosed schizoid but able to function under guidance and meds together we lug a cumbersome old wooden box to the trash gently I quizzed him “do you remember us when we were little on our sled all the snow and fun we had?” Lou stares blankly into the night, “I was never small, I was made 6 ft. 3 in.” “but I have a photo of us” again Lou denies that such a time ever existed, insisting that he sprang full-grown from the mind of some unknown madness Christmas lights blink coloring his face red then green “That's alright Lou, I remember....” whispering goodnight I tuck Lou under the blankets of my heart and watch him trudge away a small boy in a gray snowsuit *“Time it was, and what a time it was, it was A time of innocence, a time of confidences Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph Preserve your memories, they're all that's left you”* (Simon & Garfunkle, 1968)

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there's a *** of water on the radiator steaming up the windows in my tiny bedroom - the one in brooklyn - where i was too poor to live in a place with a bedroom door he's here, and he says he doesn't mind the curtain there's anonymity in city life, an ease to being completely alone while surrounded by people flush, with the chill from outside and the thought - just the thought - of his hands on my skin his skin on my skin simon and garfunkle on his old record player sounds of new york two people, one bottle of whiskey how strange to be with someone, who can make you feel so alone touch me, please

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Nov 2, 2017

Nov 2, 2017 at 5:13 PM UTC

bradleyllew

every time i hear that song

there's a *** of water on the radiator steaming up the windows in my tiny bedroom - the one in brooklyn - where i was too poor to live in a place with a bedroom door he's here, and he says he doesn't mind the curtain there's anonymity in city life, an ease to being completely alone while surrounded by people flush, with the chill from outside and the thought - just the thought - of his hands on my skin his skin on my skin simon and garfunkle on his old record player sounds of new york two people, one bottle of whiskey how strange to be with someone, who can make you feel so alone touch me, please

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^¡^ at the edge of midnight on the shoreline of a dream a voice cries in the darkness you can hear it scream it cries out in anger it cries but does not hate simply said it rages against a lonely fate a message in a bottle a human heart within crashes on a shoreline where a lover's been they called her "crazy Mary" but the voice remembers when Simon and Garfunkle sang "hello darkness my old friend" Mary was so different then when the poets sang an oblique victim of a war the leather church bells rang above the cathedral there's an angel flies, it's told, with sooty smudges on the wings of purest tarnished GOLD ^¡^ (c) soulsurvivor

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Oct 22, 2014

Oct 22, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC

SoulSurvivor

tarnished angel

^¡^ at the edge of midnight on the shoreline of a dream a voice cries in the darkness you can hear it scream it cries out in anger it cries but does not hate simply said it rages against a lonely fate a message in a bottle a human heart within crashes on a shoreline where a lover's been they called her "crazy Mary" but the voice remembers when Simon and Garfunkle sang "hello darkness my old friend" Mary was so different then when the poets sang an oblique victim of a war the leather church bells rang above the cathedral there's an angel flies, it's told, with sooty smudges on the wings of purest tarnished GOLD ^¡^ (c) soulsurvivor

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)( all lies and jests But a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest ( Simon and Garfunkle / the Boxer ) "" HE SAID HE LOVED ME ! HE SAID HE LOVED ME ! BUT HE DIDN'T ! /// Oh ! Poor baby ! Such a sensitive write ! I can really relate to what you are feeling ! /// /// HE SAID HE LOVED ME ! HE SAID HE LOVED ME ! BUT HE DIDN ! T THE TRAITOR ! // Oh poor baby ! Men are like that ! Hang in there ! We are here for you ! Express yourself in words ! Your poetry is so sensitive Keep writing ! /// HE SAID HE LOVED ME BUT HE DIDN 'T ( THE TRAITOR ) SO I CUT MYSELF WITH A RAZOR BLADE ! // Congratulations ! That took courage and certainly put him In his place ! Such noble scars ! A lifetime reminder of your Courage And the purity of your love Expressed so poetically And an inspiration for us all !! // HE SAID HE LOVED ME BUT HE DIDN'T AND HE LEFT ME AND BETRAYED ME SO I CUT MYSELF WITH A RAZOR BLADE AND THEN TRIED TO **** MYSELF ! /// You did ! How utterly poetic ! This is the most beautiful poem I have Ever read ! I can relate to it entirely ! Keep up the good work You are practically here now With the rest of us ! ( the BEST of us ) /:./ (?) /:;/ (?) /../ Hey Haven't heard from you in awhile How's it going ! // Are you still there ! // Hey Are you still there ?

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Jul 28, 2015

Jul 28, 2015 at 3:37 PM UTC

jeffrey-robin

ooh ooh ooh

)( all lies and jests But a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest ( Simon and Garfunkle / the Boxer ) "" HE SAID HE LOVED ME ! HE SAID HE LOVED ME ! BUT HE DIDN'T ! /// Oh ! Poor baby ! Such a sensitive write ! I can really relate to what you are feeling ! /// /// HE SAID HE LOVED ME ! HE SAID HE LOVED ME ! BUT HE DIDN ! T THE TRAITOR ! // Oh poor baby ! Men are like that ! Hang in there ! We are here for you ! Express yourself in words ! Your poetry is so sensitive Keep writing ! /// HE SAID HE LOVED ME BUT HE DIDN 'T ( THE TRAITOR ) SO I CUT MYSELF WITH A RAZOR BLADE ! // Congratulations ! That took courage and certainly put him In his place ! Such noble scars ! A lifetime reminder of your Courage And the purity of your love Expressed so poetically And an inspiration for us all !! // HE SAID HE LOVED ME BUT HE DIDN'T AND HE LEFT ME AND BETRAYED ME SO I CUT MYSELF WITH A RAZOR BLADE AND THEN TRIED TO **** MYSELF ! /// You did ! How utterly poetic ! This is the most beautiful poem I have Ever read ! I can relate to it entirely ! Keep up the good work You are practically here now With the rest of us ! ( the BEST of us ) /:./ (?) /:;/ (?) /../ Hey Haven't heard from you in awhile How's it going ! // Are you still there ! // Hey Are you still there ?

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