Spotless Girls

[rustyreeves]

http://www.geocities.com/rustyvanreeves/poem19.html

A poem - By Rusty

"We can all be angels to one another. We can choose to obey the still small stirring within, the little whisper that says, 'Go. Ask. Reach out. Be an answer to someone's plea. You have a part to play. Have faith.' We can decide to risk that He is indeed there, watching, caring, cherishing us as we love and accept love. The world will be a better place for it. And wherever they are, the angels will dance."
-- Joan Wester Anderson- American writer, author

[Cspine]

nope, still not a fan of your work rust bucket. A for effort though.

''When I am empty please dispose of me properly.''

[rustyreeves]

Thank you.

"We can all be angels to one another. We can choose to obey the still small stirring within, the little whisper that says, 'Go. Ask. Reach out. Be an answer to someone's plea. You have a part to play. Have faith.' We can decide to risk that He is indeed there, watching, caring, cherishing us as we love and accept love. The world will be a better place for it. And wherever they are, the angels will dance."
-- Joan Wester Anderson- American writer, author

[solarscar69]

I read it and....

A yellow white memory that lingers in the canopy of moss

Ah man, thats gross! Who's moss are you letting the yellow white "memory" linger on.

LOL

I am a bomb technition, if you see me running try to keep up.
Dont argue with an idiot, they will bring you down to their level and beat you with experience.
Some peeps are only alive because its illegal to kill them

[rustyreeves]

Thank you.

"We can all be angels to one another. We can choose to obey the still small stirring within, the little whisper that says, 'Go. Ask. Reach out. Be an answer to someone's plea. You have a part to play. Have faith.' We can decide to risk that He is indeed there, watching, caring, cherishing us as we love and accept love. The world will be a better place for it. And wherever they are, the angels will dance."
-- Joan Wester Anderson- American writer, author

[betheny]

Pay the Philistines no never mind, Rusty, it's excellent.

"You need to march. You need to demand action. You need to stop feeling unempowered and do something...Freedom is your right. Until you claim your self-confidence and know your worth, no one will give it to you. It starts with you."-LetsGo

[Kaprikorn1]

Rusty...I won't criticize your poetry, as poetry is a personal thing and is appreciated by those who have similar experiences or feelings.

It just seems to me from reading your poems and essays that you spend a lot of time dwelling on the past. Maybe you're trying to relive it better in your present mind...we can't change the past and the present is what it is.

Kap

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[rustyreeves]

Originally posted by Kaprikorn1:

It just seems to me from reading your poems and essays that you spend a lot of time dwelling on the past.

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Kap,
Thank you for the sincere reply. A writer writes about the things (and places and people) that touch them the most. You write about the things you know, the things you've lived and tasted firsthand. Without a doubt my pre-sci life was a much richer, happier existance. I write about the present but not as much. It is bleak emotions tempered by realistic hope. Since I haven't lived the future I cannot write in that tense with any certainty. Is my quality of life less after the sci? The answer is a resounding YES! I won't even pretend to say that my life is ANYWHERE near what it was. I don't mind the solitude... but I miss the freedom. I miss the human touch of skin on skin. I miss sharing my heart with someone. I miss the feel of a motorcycle between my legs. I miss the feel of my body swimning. I miss the feeling of climax. I miss the experience of walking into a fine resturant and sitting normal ANYWHERE I want, and ordering ANYTHING I want-- without someone cutting it to pieces or eating via splint. I miss sailing at night... and opening doors for women... and flirting with strangers... I miss climbing in trees, and painting with my hands... and eating popcorn in the movies by myself... so, yes... I write more about those things than the shit I just took in my britches or the leg bag that leaked into my shoe or how many God damned pages I dropped on the floor today... mainstream America would not read my column nor buy my novels if I wrote about my current situation. Even I find it too miserable to read.

Rusty

"We can all be angels to one another. We can choose to obey the still small stirring within, the little whisper that says, 'Go. Ask. Reach out. Be an answer to someone's plea. You have a part to play. Have faith.' We can decide to risk that He is indeed there, watching, caring, cherishing us as we love and accept love. The world will be a better place for it. And wherever they are, the angels will dance."
-- Joan Wester Anderson- American writer, author

[Cspine]

[QUOTE]Originally posted by Rusty:

Kap,
Thank you for the sincere reply. A writer writes about the things (and places and people) that touch them the most. You write about the things you know, the things you've lived and tasted firsthand. Without a doubt my pre-sci life was a much richer, happier existance. I write about the present but not as much. It is bleak emotions tempered by realistic hope. Since I haven't lived the future I cannot write in that tense with any certainty. Is my quality of life less after the sci? The answer is a resounding YES! I won't even pretend to say that my life is ANYWHERE near what it was. I don't mind the solitude... but I miss the freedom. I miss the human touch of skin on skin. I miss sharing my heart with someone. I miss the feel of a motorcycle between my legs. I miss the feel of my body swimning. I miss the feeling of climax. I miss the experience of walking into a fine resturant and sitting normal ANYWHERE I want, and ordering ANYTHING I want-- without someone cutting it to pieces or eating via splint. I miss sailing at night... and opening doors for women... and flirting with strangers... I miss climbing in trees, and painting with my hands... and eating popcorn in the movies by myself... so, yes... I write more about those things than the shit I just took in my britches or the leg bag that leaked into my shoe or how many God damned pages I dropped on the floor today... mainstream America would not read my column nor buy my novels if I wrote about my current situation. Even I find it too miserable to read.

Rusty

congradulations rusty, you finally wrote something i like. i think what i dislike about your writing is, like you said, you write for the readers. write for yourself and your own expression and leave it up to the readers to love or hate it. we are mostly all wheelers here, we'd love to hear whats really in the heart of a rusty ol' biker quad.

''When I am empty please dispose of me properly.''

[Shaun]

I usually dont understand poetry at all,but i could follow along with this so i like it..

~~I knew a lady who came from Duluth,bit by a dog with a rabid tooth,she went to her grave just a little to soon and flew away howlin on the yellow moon~~