August 27, 2004
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Ghost
You always wished for ghosts
Didn’t you?
Every time you entered an old building
You yearned for it to be haunted.
When you was young
You ran from room to room
In such old places,
Hoping to be scared
By a chain of rattling mail.
Now I wonder if you are here with me
Trying to be seen,
Hoping I will feel your presence
Each time I look
At the empty chair
Where you once sat
Dreaming of ghosts.
—
Lord Pineapple.
Comments (46)
that is very transcendental…
i wish i could do that, just be so short and simple, a riddle with small corners but we still get lost, i most enjoyed reading this =)
My mom and I already have signs we will give should we die to let the other know we are there. Teehee! Loved this one.
try smell…sometimes they have a fragrance…or so I have found…beautiful….AS FAR AS THE DEVIL GOES…HE CAN’T DANCE WORTH A DAMN EITHER…
BLESSINGS & LOVE,
BECKON
I do consider myself lucky that he didnt break wind at that moment and thankful that he bathed before the show!
Great poem. I absolutely love it!
It’s funny that The Angel Lady mentioned fragrance. I smell my grandmother and an uncle of mine fairly often. With my grandmother it is the scent of her hairspray mingled with her perfume. My uncle, I cant explain…he had a scent all his own. But I know him when I smell him.
My grandfather actually visited me when he passed on. I was about 8 and he was my first experience with death. He came and sat at the foot of my bed and patted my foot and told me that he was ok and that everything was fine and not to worry anymore. Pretty freaky to an 8 year old…I slept with my parents for a month!
If we could just reach beyond and say what was left unsaid
Forgot to say that I totally agree with your theory on forms people…those that design them are definitely from Mars and those that send them on are from Pluto perhaps
LP this is wonderful.
I dont know what I think about ghosts… I do wish I believed in them. I have sensed the presence of relatives. interesting what ThreeBroomStix said. My sister came to me two weeks before she died in Hospice.
This is a nice poem. You write such great stuff.
I meant two week after she died in Hospice
lord p
love the poem my friend
and the messages you left
i think there is a god
and i like how you see us as well
all diffrent and unique
and that uniqueness moves me
glad to call you friend
t
Oh. Oooooh. wow. This? This is… just right.
You nailed it. I hope to see ghosts…
~Laura
…I like this one…it’s simple…it’s got a nice voice to it, Terry….:D
Yes, like that. simple, to the point, nothing wasted. Nice
i can REALLY relate to this one….reminds me of all the cemeteries and old family homstead’s i’ve visited in my pursuit of family research, my current site shows some of the pictures I have taken in my travels…i have had a few hairs stand up on the back of my neck in these places….love it!!
never seen a ghost…never felt a ghost….but I have been known to hear voices…hmmm
and Terry thanks for coming to my page..thanks for commenting…but…….my poetry ..especially “My Song”…was for me..it is my feelings…my thoughts..u know what I mean…sometimes what we write …what we share…the meaning is for us…personally…
Peace!
I guess I might as well be a ghost. I’ve been away from home since Aug. 10 and the house may be haunted by the memory of me. I’ll let you know how I feel when I get home on Wednesday.
Oh! I’ve never heard “Sir” used that way probably because I speak American. For instance, with reference to your lovely poem, is it British to say “you was young” rather than were? “Trying to be seen” is my favorite phrase. How lively are the dead I wonder.
Excellant
Does someone have to be dead to be a ghost? I don’t think so at all. Your poem doesn’t strike me as a supernatural one. It’s a song of yearning, a call to what once was and is no longer there. Ghosts can be the ephemeral memories that haunt us when we have been left without ‘closure’.
Thank you for commenting on my site about how we travel with people through our memories even though we are old and have no money. Unchaining our memories does not have to take any money. You’re always welcome to come with me.
This was amazing. So poingnant and sad. Fantastic work. It must be a night to think upon grief.
as a kid I had two kinds of ghost ;the real ones came out the cemetery and were white and shining.The others were dark shadows abd will be living in the houses. Both of them were terryfing. Now they are gone,perhaps I have become of them .
Your verses are very good.
I am living in Brussels and I don’t go so often to Italy, but I should like too. I like a lot the lakes in the north, I have a slight preference for Como Lake,it is smaller and very romantic. Il lago di Garda é bellissimo, but I don’t know it very well.
My country of origine is Sardinia,also a beauty of a place.I understand Munch and his Scream I have many times inToscana and Roma and the art of the rainessance really makes you mad.
have a great weekend.
I hope you can feel my prescence I am terrified that i would ever see a ghost although i often write about them .I feel good tonight I am listening to Nat King Cole and he gives me a lift. I usually only play Strauss but sometimes have a change.’Walking my Baby back home’ at the moment takes me back when someone used to walk me back home after a dance ,when my legs would do that.Cheers marj
nice look into the ghost worlds, good and bad.
WOW…I had a near death experience and it was very powerful…and I am thankful for it!
Great!
I love how it twists, winds from the first part to the second, really leaves you thinking. Bravo. And thank you for your comments/referral to that poem. I really appreciated it.
~V
Depth of longing~Profound in sound and soundlessness~A Poem of Echo~you have captured~on this page~la langue de fantômes~
how did you know! lol. i forgot about that me. have you seen an of the SCARY movies? you should, they are silly and fun.
Made me think of Dad, and yes, there are times when we hope those who have gone on will see, then there are times we hope they don’t.
Ghost. By the way, was so wonderful.
Another one of your bittersweet poem. I love them!!
Hello.
You write very well. So much talent.
Take care.
-Heather
I hear music when one of the “ghosts” is near. Mind you, I can no longer hear music in reality enough to make sense of it.
The three men in my life who loved me and shielded me still come back when I am in danger. If it is my imagination, then I bless my imagination.
The quote, “Better to light a candle than to curse the darkness.” Was first used by the Christophers, then Bishop Sheen and used by AA, then in 1962 Adlai Stevenson in a eulogy to Eleanor Roosvelt in the UN General Assembly paraphrased: “She would rather light candles than curse the darkness.” These simple unadorned proverbs suit me best. The more flowery the words, the more I am outa there.
Awesome poem! wow!
Here are links for the photos of the Pig Roast. I have two links to give you. I have been sick all week, blinding headache along with a terrible cold. Your Science Fiction publication has to be fascinating and know your grandson should think that is very special. PigRoastSlideShow PigRoast Links with remarks.
LittleE
The slide show needs a fast connection and you won’t enjoy it without it as it will be a long wait to see it.
Regards,
Once again, you have graced your site with a wonderful poem.
The past two day’s I’ve been rooting through your old posts, and some of your old sites. I’ve read your bio, and I just thought I’d let you know that I’m very impressed with it all.
So, did you ever get enough money for your trip to the states? Take care, Terry.
Peace.
For my birthday, September the eighth I am going to put my favt poems wrote since I started Xanga, poems most of you have seen yes, but all together.
I have been going through a hard time but wanted to stop by and read…take care
ya know, i really think people scare themselves a good portion of the time, but i believe in ghosts.
i’ll stop by again soon.
kristie
I love this poem. Thanks!
It’s a nice idea to read all your peoms all together. Thanks a lot.
That would be great. To see someone in a pineapple hat at a poetry reading! Do you give many readings?
lisa
And what would you do if you saw one?
I liked this … very good imigary…
Interesting poem esp. use of vernacular and punctuation. My ghosts follow me everywhere. My arms tire, trying to wave them off.
Sometimes I can hear my grandmother laughing at me.