[stylist] The Poetic Me

Fri Feb 18 21:00:01 UTC 2011

Joe,
Thanks for sharing this more whimsical side of you. I can't believe you 
recycled a love poem! Well, it's a good thing you got caught. A new 
strong emotion requires a creative outlet, so you were cheating your 
muse as much as your girlfriend.
Best,
Donna

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On 2/18/2011 12:07 PM, Joe Orozco wrote:
> A good friend asked off-list why my public posts always had to be so coarse,
> argumentative and in the case of my creative writing, violent.  The nerve.
> So, I've decided to share three poems I wrote my junior year in high school.
> They are completely frilly, but that's not even the worse part.  I wrote the
> second and third poems for my girlfriend at the time, and two years later
> this other girl discovered I'd given her the same poems!  I mean, how was I
> supposed to know these two girls would ever meet!  Anyway, end of Jerry
> Springer moment.  I will never again be this sharing on a public forum, but
> I offer these in the spirit of showing my well-roundedness and to ensure
> they are never recycled again, even though I originally posted them to
> LovePoetry.com.  Ah well, here they are.
>
> Poem 1:
>
> The Other Face
> by J.S. Orozco
>
> Like you, there is no other
> To me you're like a brother
> Which is why you have to know
> That your girl is with another
> She's found herself a lover
> Who gives her honest passion
> Who makes her life complete
> In ways you can't imagine
> But do not feel surprised
> You've seen the sudden change
> I'm sure you've realized
> That her attitude is strange
> I know it's been a while
> Since she's given you a smile
> And your number's not the one
> She rushes home to dial
> When you stop to tell her hi
> She pretends she didn't hear
> And her presence is so cold
> Even when you have her near
> You could have and you should have
> But you did not treat her right
> Now all of her affection
> Will belong to him tonight
> But do not hate this guy
> You two weren't meant to be
> Do not hate this guy
> Because that guy is me
>
> Poem 2:
>
> Dr. Love
> by J.S. Orozco
>
> Hello there, doctor.
> A pleasant day to you.
> I've brought this serious illness.
> You might know what to do.
> But don't look at your pills,
> Your nostrums or potions
> Because medicines like those
> Can't fix this guy's emotions.
>
> It started when I met her
> On a starry summer night.
> I started talking to her
> And decided she'd be right.
> Not only was she pretty,
> She was also very sweet.
> Whenever things got icy
> Her presence brought me heat.
> But soon our time was over.
> We hugged and sadly parted.
> I thought I'd be okay
> And then my sickness started.
>
> It's like a raging fire
> Burning deep within my soul.
> It's like a strong addiction
> Whose spell I can't let go.
> What it was about her
> I really do not know.
> But every time I hear her,
> I feel the symptoms grow.
> You might call it depression
> But it's not quite so serious.
> Although, I must admit
> Missing her makes me delirious,
> Somewhere in my thoughts
> Her words are always with me.
> Letting go is hard
> Because her presence feels so near me.
> The sweetness of her lips
> Pressed gently on my own.
> The thought of her not with me
> Is enough to make me groan.
> In the middle of the night
> I toss and turn in bed.
> My heart begins to pound
> As her laughter fills my head.
>
> So tell me, doctor.
> Has this happened to you?
> And if your answer's yes,
> Please tell me what to do.
>
> Poem 3:
>
> Deep Desires
> by J.S. Orozco
>
> On this quiet, placid night
> As I make my way toward sleep
> My heart beats to the tune
> Of a love so pure and deep
>   Beautiful and sweet
> Like the music of your voice
> Your soft melodic laughter
>   So free and delighting
>   So smooth and inviting
> And as I sit here writing
> I think of how exciting
> It would be to have you near
>
> If I could have you here
> I would steal away your fear
>   Protect you from all harm
> And fill your heart with cheer
> Not a single bitter tear
> Would stain your angel face
> Your heart, so warm and dear,
> Locked in my strong embrace
>
> Never mind the space
> That keeps us far apart
> Distance can't erase
> This longing in my heart
> This yearning in my soul
> To share this night with you
> To hear your every dream
> To make them all come true
>
> Regards,
>
> Joe
>
> “Hard work spotlights the character of people: some turn up their sleeves,
> some turn up their noses, and some don't turn up at all.”--Sam Ewing
>
>
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