7/20/11

ALEXANDER

When I was in sixth grade we studied ancient history, and I was introduced to Alexander. You know…this guy.

Oh, and about this thing:    this is way easy.  Nebraska is famous for it's corn..that's why our football team is called the Cornhuskers.  Don't blame me...I wasn't born here, and I grew up in Florida. :)

 

Don’t ask me why but I thought he was so cool. All I know is that I didn’t want him to die or feel unloved. To me he was a great general, so around that same time I wrote a story for him in the form of a poem.

 

Imagine my disappointment when this movie came out.



 

It was bloody and depicted him as someone easily manipulated. I hated it so much that I wrote variations to the story. In one of them he meets a lovely Egyptian girl. Unfortunately, I will not be posting any of those stories on this blog because material may be sensitive to viewers…that is readers. They don’t call him Alexander the Great for nothing.

What I will be sharing is that poem/story that I wrote so long ago when I was basically still a child. I had two poem books going at one time. The first was religious. The second I called Flesh. Bear with me. I didn’t edit any of this. It is exactly as I wrote it back then…and it is gushy as all hell. I try not to judge my writing from back then, but as everyone should know, teenagers experience some pretty strong emotions…specially when they’re going to grow up to be writers. I had to pause a few times to cover my face while I was copying it down…almost considered hitting delete. (See, they fall in love, he goes to war, he comes back, things are cool…you’ll see. And I obviously have a thing for green eyes.)

 

ALL’S WELL IN LOVE AND WAR.

Come fair Alexander, arise from your bed.
Your plentiful army awaits to be led.
Awaken beloved, open your eyes, let me behold their green.
I’m real my flaming cupid, not a silent part of a dream.
My loving Alexander, you’re awake at last.
I’m so very confused. It all happened so fast.
I’m like a kitten inside your arms ready to cuddle or hiss.
Yet everything seems to disappear when I feel your brutal kiss.
We must not linger here right now, my general in black.
Your army is awaiting you to lead them through this war and back.
Kiss me now my husband and then depart from me.
Then when we meet again we’ll make love in ecstasy.
Forgive me love if I have saddened you, but I can not help but cry.
You see, I fear an awful thing, that death darken your eyes.
He left, my Alexander, to fight an ugly war
And left within me the precious seed of a child that would soon be born.
In nine month’s time was born the child, his hair an ebony black.
His eyes as green as my precious love whom I hoped would soon be back.
Then came our baby’s birthday, a celebration sweet.
Yet I was always fretting. Would my love be obsolete?
Upon the door came an empty knock, and I sat steady as a rock.
I rose to my feet, opened the door, and felt the endless joy of a wife never scorned.
There was my Alexander, and he was free from harm.
He looked at me so lovingly, then took me in his arms.
Like thirsty animals we drank from each other in that long awaited kiss.
To the floor we fell, my lips still pressed against his.
We went on to fulfill that promise he made to me,
That if he ever returned we’d make love in ecstasy.
Still gasping on the ground, we heard a shriekish cry.
It was little Alexander who was ready now to dine.
There we were the three of us, a family not fake,
Sitting around the table, eating a birthday cake.
I put the little one to bed
And followed the general to where I was being led.
Within the blankets made of foam
My lover proved to me he had come home.

 

 

 

21 comments:

  1. So how old were you when you wrote this?

    I'll admit to a crush on Alex's younger sister. Or maybe it was Elizabeth Taylor.

    Not sure. It's all a blur now.

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  2. Mushy but good!
    Even back then you knew Alexes were great. Good for you!

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  3. You showed great style and imagination and talent even back then. ALEXANDER was so disappointing to my like-minded friends that they warned me away from it. But I love the soundtrack by VANGELIS (of BLADERUNNER fame.) Now, there was a great movie, though rather sad for the androids.

    Thanks for always visiting my blog. Your comments always make me smile. The 110 degree temperatures in my still AC-less apartment with the internet access makes my time short here.

    Have a great mid week, Roland

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  4. @Bryce. I was 16, I think, could have been younger...depends on the onset of puberty. Loved chatting with you...thank God I have internet on my phone. :) You are too an awesome poet...would like to see you post a story excertp sometime.

    @Alex. I knew this would be too mushy for you. You would have liked Monday's blog...I think. Glad you stopped by to check out your namesake though. :)

    @Roland. It is my self-imposed destiny to make the world smile. :) Would have prefered your expert eyes on my Monday or Tuesday blog rather than on prose from my teenage years...but I did post it for the world to see. I do know your time is limited...won't hold it against you. Thank you for stopping by. It's always a pleasure. I love reading and commenting on your blog and do look forward to your responses. Don't keel over from heat exhaustion, that would be tragic. :)

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  5. To continue in the vain of our emails, you were hot even way back when! Your writing, that is. Whew, someone get me a fan!

    What a romantic you are, Laila! Must be a real trip reading your old work. And you're right, that movie was a major disappointment, even with Colin Farrell & Jared Leto, two of my favorites.

    Ya know, Jared Leto is the reason I wrote my book. One of his band's (30 Seconds to Mars) songs inspired me.

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  6. @Nancy. I emailed you. Yes, I am a romantic. I won't deny it. I've always been in love with the idea of being in love...and it shows in my writing. :) Sorry for emailing your ear off. I'm chatty today...^-^...

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  7. Isn't it great to look back and see where we've come from? This must be a reflective week. I think there's something in the air. ;)

    I enjoyed reading your post today. It's easy to tell, even then, you had budding talent. :D

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  8. @Carrie. Great to see you...your post! That's right. I remember your last post in which you were looking back at your life and your dreams. There must be something in the air. I need to write all you guy's email address down. Each time I try to reply by way of my phone it gives me that blogger no reply thing. Thank you for stopping by for my kiddie post. :) I'm planning something a little fun for tomorrow...althought blogger didn't let me insert a game.

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  9. Yes, you were born to write romance. :D

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  10. I can see why you are so good at what you do. So, who said mushy is bad? I like it.

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  11. @L.G. Thanks. I've thought about writing straight romance, but it always leaps into fantasy. I've been able to tackle paranormal romance pretty good though. Thanks for stopping by.

    @Joylene. Thank you. That is an awesome compliment. I rather like mushy too. People refer to romance as sappy, but that's me down to the core. Thanks for popping in.

    Come on over tomorrow while I attempt to have a little fun with Thursday. ...^-^...

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  12. I was probably 30 years old before I realized every poem wasn't supposed to start with Roses are Red/Violets are blue, so you can probably gauge my level of knowledge when it comes to judging the worth of poetry.

    That said, the child version of you did a damn fine job.

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  13. I drove through Nebraska once, spent a night there. I was really stunned by the amount of corn and also the absolute nothingness of Western Nebraska and when I say nothingness I only mean that it was just undeveloped land for as far as you could see. It was incredibly gorgeous and a zen like experience for a girl from Philly. Here where I live if there's a square inch of land unattended someone will try to build an apartment building on it! LOL. Nebraska is beautiful. Anyway . . . your poem is quite good, especially for 16. I'd love to read more of your work as an adult as I'm sure you've become a pretty badass writer by now! And that movie was one of the worst films I ever saw. I saw it in the theater and I think we actually had to leave before the end because it was so dreadful. (And I love me some Colin Farrell). I love finding old stuff. Don't know if I'd be brave enough to post any of it though. I enjoyed this post!

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  14. Paranormal romance is hot right now. You really do have the voice for it. :)

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  15. That was wonderful!

    I have nothing to do with the name of the Huskers either. Born in Maryland!

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  16. @Rusty. Did not peg you for the poet type. There are quite a few fun poems that would go well with roses are red violets are blue. Thanks for the compliment to my embarrasing child poem. In my defense...it's not my worse. :)

    @Lydia. Go huskers!

    @L.G. Thanks for the encouragement.

    Already spoke to you both.

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  17. First of all I don't read poetry too often (they tend to be over my head). That being said, this was fantastic because I could envision every scene you spoke about. Not only that, I felt the raw emotion the narrator had for her love. Seldom do I read such poems all the way through, but I found yours easy, pleasing, and dare I say nearly arousing. I bet the notes you passed to your boyfriends in study hall blew their socks off. At any rate, great read, makes me wonder what you are capable of now...

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  18. @Mike. Thank you. I did tend to woo my boyfriends with poetry when I had the chance. If you think that was arousing, you should read my current stuff. :)

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  19. That's what I want to do, but all I have is this lil blog of yours.. ;)

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  20. @Mike. Hey, I've been posting...can't just let everyone read everything I write. :)

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