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SonofElrond |
Posted: March 15th, 2004, 8:55pm |
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Does anyone have any poetry they like to share? Here is mine...
Medieval End to a zealot Religion:
Where in the books of life, in the hands of faith has others been fated. Mentality of human nature, guided without cause we see our soul All that we thought it, all that we thought without it, all gone
Now naked in a field of fire the goodness of what we were vanishes Demons preached by drunken pastor, his mind of his own The rivers of blood swam by the condemned
There is no justice; there is no strength, a collection of a cult A million people of one tyrant, of one power When there is nothing secret nor safe in its destruction it will destroy its own, itself
To betray and be betrayed and the heart of the golden man, Through time, it has ended what goodness it enclosed And now sights are blurred and battered and its old rule all but fading
For Myself:
The heart of the forest misty and dark, Lesser than a heart of warmth It is cold and frail, the glass that surrounds it of no reflection Which the cloud denies
When in sudden light there is a burst of sun, a shred of hope, To the forgotten one, I see myself and for what its worth, there is only fear and spite that feeds my hate
What I can’t find I might never see, that which is gone from me is never free, If its heart comes to me, it will only fuel what I hate in me
Than there is darkened flesh, More of beast than humanities most faithful test, If its consumption is too much to beat, I will be alone bitter in despair,
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Old Time Wesley |
Posted: March 16th, 2004, 12:23am |
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I used to know a girl who wrote poetry, than she left me aint that a b*tch |
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Old Time Wesley |
Posted: March 16th, 2004, 12:27am |
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I have read some sick but funny poetry |
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Posted: March 16th, 2004, 11:12am |
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The countless days of waiting all roll through to one painful moment of asking. Everything surges through the brain of a mortal. For a split second the world is bliss.
--Then she says "No". |
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Posted: March 16th, 2004, 3:19pm |
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Heretic |
Posted: March 16th, 2004, 7:26pm |
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Heh..it's funny because it just happened to me. |
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SonofElrond |
Posted: March 16th, 2004, 9:27pm |
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That is good, goose. I like to see that extended into a few more sentences to develope the scene more.
what you guys think of what I wrote? |
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SonofElrond |
Posted: March 19th, 2004, 10:47pm |
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Come on you guys you have to have some of your poetry? nothing you just came up with while you were bored? |
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lesleyjl21 |
Posted: March 20th, 2004, 9:03pm |
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Elrond, your poetry is quite stunning. I don't know too many guys who can write poetry about themselves like you have just written. It requires a certain combination of skill and raw emotion many men either just are not gifted with or simply cannot relate with inside themselves in the way you've expressed, as it tends to be more of a feminine than masculine quality. I do applaud your talent. While what I say you may find disagreeable, this is solely what I take from your words. I apologize but I tend to read people by what they write, so please stop reading now if you don't wish to read my interpretation of what you are trying to say. Or you are not looking for an interpretation, rather just compliments on how beautiful it is. It's quite beautiful. To me, it reads you use your poetry to convey your need for human interaction. You crave it but you will say it does not matter to you. You mask your loneliness by comparing yourself to things that are dark; this is your method of seeking attention. Internal desires you supress and your perception of self. But when you feel you have received what you seek, it becomes your sky, moon and stars. It makes you feel...elated because you like you finally have that connection. They make you see inside yourself. Those aspects you despise. Those you think you can never make go away. Frustration. I see a lot of frustration. But what do I know, yeah? Keep up your writing. |
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lesleyjl21 |
Posted: March 20th, 2004, 9:10pm |
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Here. I will submit something I wrote for you. It's entitled "The Memory of Mountains".
The memory of mountains spreads anger like fire through my veins like wind through empty passes birds fill crimson skies devoid of clouds I sigh and think of coming rains when all will not be so well
I’ll remember I cannot swim and let currents carry me downstream, until I cannot help but flail my arms and cry out in vain
And maybe I will catch a limb, or a drifter will come to my rescue and I will convince myself they were waiting all along, waiting for my floating form to pass waiting for my burial at sea
On my back I am thinking, if only it didn’t hurt so much my head toward the sky making faint shapes of weather beaten rocks
My eyes half closed
Water fills narrow channels carving paths along my misshapen nose it’s longer now
I imagine it won’t always be like this dream life impending
I wait for the day when one morning I can wake up and think of absolutely nothing at all.
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Alan_Holman |
Posted: March 21st, 2004, 1:09am |
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I found this to be poetic...
"I dreamed I was a pure white falcon, flying up a mountainside, with a quiet sea beneath me, and bright stars above me. I was holding keys tightly in my talons. Then I heard your voice, as you said, "I'm with you, Buster, hugging you as we sit on this rock." Then I reached the top of the mountain, and became a boy again. I was six years old, maybe seven. I was wearing white robes as I drank clear water from God's fountain. Then I jumped into a scarlet robe, ran to a cliff, and looked at angels; they wanted to wash my feet, but I assured them I could do it myself. So I washed my hands and feet, and then I woke into this BETTER, MORE PLEASANT dream of you being here to love and protect me, to teach me about the world. I love you, mom." -- BUSTER CHAN
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Alan_Holman |
Posted: March 21st, 2004, 1:16am |
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I'm considering adding the following song to a future edit of the scene where Banana talks with her friend Adam Sprite...
When ADAM SPRITE calls BANANA his NIRVANA GIRL, Banana asks: "What's a Nirvana girl?" Adam holds her hands, looks in her eyes, and sings:
Everyone's comfortable because of your love; they smile with comfortable certainty, knowing that they'll always see your smile. Everyone who feels loved because of your smile, feels so loved that they smile! Your smile makes them smile -- it makes them feel loved! You make them feel loved. You are good enough to defend good or bad from feelings that are sad. The un-free that are free because of your smile are countless innocents! You make the guilty innocent! You free the un-free! I feel good enough to see the one who smiles! I am good enough to see the one who smiles! You are good enough to be the one who smiles! You're my Nirvana Girl.
Banana says, "Just so you know: I already have a boyfriend."
ADAM says: "Just so you know: So do I."
Banana laughs hysterically.
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TheParadoxicalShaman |
Posted: March 21st, 2004, 4:31pm |
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S P R I N G ' S B R E A K
Rebirth of death unto its former shape, Whose icy tentacles will soon perish, From vanquished, burst forth new green forces draped, Budding life replaces the nightmarish.
Where tiny alabaster icebergs clear, Meld with branching seas of envious hue. Then Winter's fangs shrink to degrees obscure Whose translucent blood nourishes anew.
Windy howlings cease to pierce the aether, The chattering of feathered kin will sound, Hoary rays of sunshine tempt the meeker, And cerulean canvases astound.
Then what was once, will then come once again, But metamorphosed, filled to edges brim.
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TheParadoxicalShaman |
Posted: March 21st, 2004, 4:32pm |
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The Last Chance
To whisper that love is a garnet rose Of virtuous temperance and radiance That, weary minded, forgets all our woes To dare to emanate some brilliance
Whose hands of ancient carved you in soft jade? Heavens bright beacon to bay at the hounds That none born in hell could tempt her to fade Whose breath doth breathe Natures wind in sweet sound
Cascades of amber gracing the flawless And eyes the tempting shade of summer skies Possess ange'lic grace of trapped enchantress And with a single touch lifts souls on high
Mere smile with brandished, marring elegance A mortal goddess gifts her mortal realm Wielding pureness of earthly permanence A laugh a tempest to uproot life's helm
To clutch with a stuttering hesitance Bleed away our souls with a flowers thorns Virgin wounds opened in anxious presence To be near, to touch, and in dreams adorn Withering as soft petals of virtue No kind words, no phrase of some assurance No joyful hori'zons for to follow you Only sorrows sad endless occurrence
Reminisce of lost times and last chances Face Fate and turn your back to the expanse
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TheParadoxicalShaman |
Posted: March 21st, 2004, 4:32pm |
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The Golden Path
When I plead to the darkness, and find it's touch
See through blackness, it's fingers come groping
Blindly to meet the harbingers approach
I herald my friend, cease vainly hoping
In dark bosom we're illuminated
In panes of divinity brightly reared
Epiphany that which is created
From minds fathomless depths where others fear
Wrought in tranquility of solitude
Thought wavers like ribbons in loneliness
Casting lonely shadows of fortitude
That fear should engulf such a holiness
But I, alone, don't succumb mortal wrath
And will tread, courage bound, the Golden Path
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TheParadoxicalShaman |
Posted: March 21st, 2004, 4:33pm |
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Last Rites
Sickly intention borne to cunning ends That weeps crimson tears of fatality Blaspheme stagnant tasks it cannot mend Through rosy veils some reality And tempered within a seething furnace Revenge insidious instigation Melds with chrome, obsidian blade burnished Purpose moulded in vendettas salvation
Burning desire to rout and to wreak A catharsis of melancholy wiles Vampiric embrace, a thief scorns the meek Collapsing honours walls like veins defiled
No solution in death, none too in life For mistaken of welcome apogee If not in blood, wheres the end to our strife? Condemned to the yoke of our savagery
No ethical walls to breach scrutiny
With the return of fated destiny |
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TheParadoxicalShaman |
Posted: March 21st, 2004, 4:34pm |
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G A E A ' S E M B R A C E
Hearth of stone in cradle of sanctity Nestled 'tween the white robes that suffocate Where, eloquent, resides some harmony Guarded by an emerald sentinels mandate
Where lucid consciousness scorns ignorance Reflects my image manifestation That bends like waves, and flows in brilliance Falls from skies as sweet tears in it's patience
The denizens of various actions Furred, feathered, clawed, winged, abound in their mirth Mete predation with predators passion Soothe instincts rites of bequeathed and the birthed
Survivals destiny written in sands Of sanguine eras and lost, endless lands
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TheParadoxicalShaman |
Posted: March 21st, 2004, 4:34pm |
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Expression
Anticipate such a beckoning flight, Wherein reprisal of freedom allows, Upon a nestling cloak of sundry white Where boundless borders common seeds are sowed
Every compass shadowed in icy doubt Yet summoned by ancestral spirits guile To appease endless sacrificial rout In supplicant endeavours we revile
Taste the shuriken of Natures sweetness As wooden legs dive like dolphins beneath Elegantly stumble like feigned weakness Where Winter scathe hubris with sword unsheathed
To sing of sun-blanched immaculate planes Where arbitrary choices find their bane |
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TheParadoxicalShaman |
Posted: March 21st, 2004, 4:35pm |
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my English project in full....hehehheh |
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lesleyjl21 |
Posted: March 21st, 2004, 6:49pm |
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Alan, I imagine your dreams are like vivid technicolor, you swear you've woken up but you are still dreaming....
and paradoxical has overwhelmed me with beautiful musings I wish to breathe within and feel to the tips of my tingling fingers... |
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lesleyjl21 |
Posted: March 21st, 2004, 6:58pm |
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When Shaman writes, he distances himself from his words. He feels them but from a stiffly professional standpoint. I think of old English royalty having tea in the castle garden. When everyone interacts with one other from a certain amount of polite distance, an impersonal formality. Remember Rose aboard the Titanic?
You are careful to rhyme. You don't free flow. And as you say this was an English assignment, so I detect that internal need to make it as eloquent as possible, perhaps in Shakespearean style.
For you, I would like to see how you write when you aren't thinking to rhyme or conscious of it being due as homework. |
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SonofElrond |
Posted: March 21st, 2004, 7:09pm |
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Lesley that was great. I applaud the way you interpreted it and what you said was absolutely correct. I really appreciate your support that was very kind of you. Thank you very much.
I tell you these poems are great. I cannot pick out a certain poem that isn't deep. Specially Lesly and Shaman.
Alan, I like the song. It is very well written for your series and I like the response Banana said, that was great. You bring a comical edge to your writing and that is a good style.
I am one to prefer dark poems at times. I will post some more of my peoms here in a second and you can tell me if the other ones i posted were better than these new ones, if you could? If you like them at all.
I will try to give my interpretations of what you say here soon I am a bit busy and surprised how much great poetry has just came out of here. Keep writing, Lesley and Shaman that is really good. Alan, keep it coming I want to see more of the lighter side (more banana chan comments!). Thanks you have made my day. |
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lesleyjl21 |
Posted: March 21st, 2004, 7:14pm |
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My other stuff is a little more sexually provocative, so I don't know how well it would go over - this being mainly a male dominated forum and all.
I think I should keep the love stuff out of it. |
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SonofElrond |
Posted: March 21st, 2004, 7:15pm |
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I love Shamans writing. It is more narrative it feels though. Using the splashing of large words. Nevertheless, it is very well done, you must have gone through them over and over again to edit them?
I don't have time to edit my poetry I just came up with it in class when I was bored and I was feeling shitty so that is what I wrote.
lesley, your words have really impacted me and the whole sense of my writing being raw and more emotional I am glad someone point out what I can't find in myself.
I have noticed I sometimes must be in a certain mood in order to write effectively. Any of you have that same feeling? |
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SonofElrond |
Posted: March 21st, 2004, 7:17pm |
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To Hang my Hat:
Naked in the scouring moonlight, Through a legion of whores, I find a door, Wood a rusted yellow Withered by times musty bellow
Upon its open, there is a light A stream of heavy white so bright, Likeness not of that from time but spiritual delight
From my steps I follow through, My curious nature I know no mood What I search for I find at last A place of rest for my worn out hat
Deaths Calling:
Rhine of beauty she stretches far and the glory seeker makes his mark What he thought he could not comprehend nor understand the fear in hand And when blasts of fire and the charging men that destroyed countless towns around the land
There lies a man in fright Every day death consumes his life Where he thought there be a simple end fear destroyed his good intent
Fire and smoke that rains upon his head and to fall behind one will meet a sudden end When neither earth nor tree can protect from the violent cheers and screams There is no end to time or man
And where he thought he find himself he only found humanities restlessness When the screams and cannons fill his world There is no lasting peace in the smoke filled air
What do you think? Deaths calling is a dedication to WW2 veterans by the way. |
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SonofElrond |
Posted: March 21st, 2004, 7:19pm |
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the Still Man: The hyperspace to its never-ending process Blank faces of lonely people To tell the truths of their dotted world Vague and distant is in this world And where thoughts of loyalty and justice Betrayal and superficial greatness permeates Dismissing thoughts of connection, where the heart could feel home A fire has eaten the richness of the new and replaced with the old A world of negativity and status that never existed but in mind To break free it ends a world thought known but absent A lasting hope of a rekindled time
Self Doubt: When I try to think clever I feel nothing but a fools fellow My poem just ill spelled of a uneducated manner
The room is still and silent now I try to write a witches spell But what I do is not firm, separated and fragmented as the worm
Tonight I write alone in bed, mind flicking of thoughts of them I improve myself in a world unknown to me For this I search and forever a slave to be
I am not sure if this verse fits with the rest of the poem but it was originally written with it. what you think?'
Once I mind of myself, it is nothing special that makes me unique Where I thought I finally stand there was no brace in the broken slab To fall, I do not know instead to let it take my tortured soul
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lesleyjl21 |
Posted: March 21st, 2004, 7:20pm |
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Of course, Elrond. Naturally.
As human beings we tend to dwell most on surging emotions like depression or love and hearts beating quickly, because of the endorphins. That's when we are most conscious of what we feel and have a need to chart the pattern of the emotion.
I'm glad you didn't edit what you wrote. You shouldn't even now. I believe poetry is in its greatest form when it is free flowing and unedited.
Beautiful job.
Oh wow, you got your stuff in there while I was writing... delayed post. hang on I'll write more in a minute. |
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SonofElrond |
Posted: March 21st, 2004, 7:20pm |
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These are all unedited and a little raw but I guess you see the truth behind it before it is twisted to sound even deeper.
What you think of the new poems Lesley? Better or worse? Which ones aren't as good and which ones are good? Any one you personally like? |
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lesleyjl21 |
Posted: March 21st, 2004, 7:29pm |
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From where I stand, sadness consumes a great deal of your life. What are you searching for, Elrond? What do you feel like you need?
Anyway, don't answer that if you don't want to. Don didn't make this a self help forum. lol.
But you reveal so much through what you write. You really do. It's so incredible... And yes, I loved them all.
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SonofElrond |
Posted: March 21st, 2004, 7:36pm |
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I like to talk to you about it personally through instant messanger but not to much on a message board.
I have only written 9 poems in the last couple of days but how I write reminds me a lot of these famous poets (I am not compariing myself to them) such as robert Lowell who went through depression and such and wrote it to make great peoms that are still loved to this day. If you met me you wouldn't see a very different side than the one I write. I guess this is called "confessional poetry" I believe.
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lesleyjl21 |
Posted: March 21st, 2004, 7:51pm |
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Quoted from SonofElrond, posted March 21st, 2004, 7:20pm at here What you think of the new poems Lesley? Better or worse? Which ones aren't as good and which ones are good? Any one you personally like?
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Honey, I don't know that I have a personal preference as you've hit me with quite a few at one time and it's sort of hard to pick when faced with so many. They all have their unique merits. You're a beautiful poet and it's beautiful to see you have an appreciation for poetry in general. I'll talk to you soon, okay? |
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SonofElrond |
Posted: March 21st, 2004, 7:58pm |
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That sounds great. I look forwarding to chatting with you. All the information is in my profile.
I can't wait to read some of your work though.
Hey Shaman, what you think of my poems?
See ya later! |
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SonofElrond |
Posted: March 21st, 2004, 7:59pm |
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Here are some of my new poems. They are very new so what do you think everyone?
The Great Fire:
Through the dark streets, against the cold blocks of stone there blows a gentle wind, silent and ghostly as it perches over the buildings of ancient homes, habituated of the aged gene, the century family
The doors of wooded perches, dusts its only companion, fire its only enemy, The streets of fire and intense heat
Where home once stood the sender takes its place, the great fire of ancient Europe, its surprise its plague where there were streets of enlightenment homes of old Replaced by the broken family
The weeps and sobs that absorb the night, the smoke disappearing of days of turmoil, Time of civilization the only hope of its survival, To that which is salvaged
My World:
Justice in a world of bureaucrats, absent to the thoughts of progress Its evolution a plague to its kind, victories spouted half-truths of the villains were we to understand, to take part, folly to the man is the only who follows the likes of others, mind of lesser against wills of his own objecting upon his mind and soul The discomfort, the pity of ones self it absorbs and destroys, trust fleeting, For the different stand alone, the vile a many of sorts without loyalty Where he thought he be safe he is scared, thrown by his world The thin lines of sympathy felt before are faded to a clear exposition of truth that will disappear with the nights tide,
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TheParadoxicalShaman |
Posted: March 21st, 2004, 11:17pm |
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thanks for the compliment lesley....
your words are almost if not more poetic than the poems you're commenting on....lol
sometimes when i've read too much shakespeare though, i actually begin to think in iambic pentameter.....like dialogue as sonnets....its really cool!
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Posted: March 22nd, 2004, 12:43am |
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The Prisoner
Misplaced conviction, looks set above deeds Ode to betrayal cut from bloody eyes Set in bloody mouths, reveal words which bleed Mind imprisonment, body still survives
Stalks wary, halls steeped in night and shadow Narcissistic in nature, not in face Impulsively negative, shuns meadows For closed arms, and explicit disgrace
Punished for crimes which seem ethereal Real in vision, not auditory Grips memories as once did cold steel Lady's annoyance ends proffered glory
Vindictive end spawned from vindictive means Done not with flame but gathered with Hell's fiends
For the same english assignment as Shaman.. |
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Heretic |
Posted: March 22nd, 2004, 12:48am |
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The Obscure
Finds obscurity within shadowed form Keeps trivial within illusion of depth Reveals naught, bared the eye of naked storm Maliciously placid, still draws no breath
Once created through curiosity Engendered through interest’s continuance Pressured willing through life’s viscosity And death trapped in life remains continuous
Castle on insubstantial foundation Buttressed by a whim, an idea’s knowledge Falls lacking Thetis’ alliteration Undesirable truth now acknowledged
From still to motion, then again to still Notion born of ideas, not of will
My poetry is often hard to understand if you don't know me.. |
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SonofElrond |
Posted: March 22nd, 2004, 1:00am |
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I like the use of words. It don't feel any emotion from it. It feels metalic, for what reason i don't know why. But interesting nonetheless.
What do they mean? |
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Posted: March 22nd, 2004, 1:33am |
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HAIKU
My lip was so chapped That when my boss said to smile Blood gushed down my chin. -BANANA
I giggle myself into dreams of becoming a belly dancer. -MAIKO
Our games with that man who won our hearts with his charm were never again. -ROKO
Precious memories linger eternal past death an ironic curse. -ROKO
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BUSTER Dust off old, wasted, distracting memories of dreams of her fading memory -- memories of thoughts of her held close. Held closer than enemies, demons that laugh, from dark sides of my soul. Memories carried away by the bird with the wings of time -- memories of Maiko. I hope -- a hope intact from where sanity lacked -- for her return. As stories cry to an end, I cry to my girlfriend: "RETURN!!!"
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LOUD VOICE Don't you remember the Jupiter prophesy?
BUSTER WHAT!?!
LOUD VOICE It said, "They'll cruise a universe, start their own/ write a bible, leave it alone!" Don't you remember?
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BUSTER Each of our popular fads, such as trying to touch your tongue to your eye, playing with your ears -- in private, of course. Eating hallucinogenic bugs, voting, or even figuring out what's the furriest: a southern yak or an arctic peach! All of these fads have one thing in common: their origins were blatant acts of social experimentation.
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BUSTER I dream my name/ My name is fame/ Something I said sticks in your head/ I'm style -- I stay a while, you smile! / I'm too much to touch/ Open your ear, and peer inside my lyrics, 'cuz your sin didn't win/ You see, I'm the key to your fear, a seer of truth/ The kid in rain hid from the train, a drain, my pain/ It's clear I'm here to stay, you'll pay...FOR THIS BOOK!
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Posted: March 22nd, 2004, 1:32pm |
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Yeah, I got that the first one was similar in assignment, Heretic. I would have guessed you both were in the same English class.
Let me ask you...
Is "The Obscure" about you? Do you see yourself as sort of an enigma, like a mystery of sorts? It's very craftily composed. You twist your words in such a genius way... You see yourself as light and easygoing on the surface, but masking inner depth and passion it would take time to reveal. If asked a deep question like "What do you believe human purpose is?" you would take it into very real consideration and answer deeply and honestly. You keep that part of you mostly hidden.
Your experiences in life have molded you into who you are. Your have a certain amount of instability you feel present. Maybe you see life as an ocean that tosses you around, as you say "from still to motion and again to still."
I found this immensely moving.
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This is mainly for you, Elrond. You were kind enough to express interest in all my works, no matter the subject matter.
You know what I've found? My poetry tends to tell a story more than anything else. I don't write it very often in the first place, but I tend to fantasize in my poetry. I rarely get down to just raw emotion. So this next one is more of a story in poetic form. It's kind of special to me because I've hung onto it a few years.
Tingling I reel within, a schoolgirl giddy on the aftertaste of mouthwatering lemon juice.
Puckering my lips, crystalline orbs penetrate my entire being I savor the delicate hairs of his left arm against my right skin burning, my imagination my reality.
Tangled in the sheets I am paralyzed: he is desire, a wet dream personified It hits me. I am fucking desire.
He says no that he loves only her- can’t bear to spend a whole night without her by his side. She is the diamond twinkle in his sparkling eyes. The sun and moon rise at her whim.
He tells me he thinks of her as grass grows in spring, wonders what she is doing. Her permanent place of existence in his dreams; he is lost when she is not near.
I listen to him. I watch him-them-together. She is beautiful, like hundreds of lilies scattered carelessly over a blooming hillside nestled against the ocean.
He is a calming rain, blissful and soothing, falling ever so gently from clouds above. Closing my eyes, I open my mouth and tilt my head up.
Love me, I lament, and in my mind I hold him achingly close.
But he says no and swears to me he loves only her, with her satin skin, iridescent eyes, sweet red cherry lips ripe to the picking, to fill overflowing baskets, to tie stems with my tongue.
She speaks in rhyme, so innocent, so free of care. She lives in her element dances on stars rides graceful winged horses that soar through tears in my eyes.
Bleed with me, I beg. I am asking too much How perfect his svelte form He dresses.
I stare at her photograph... and I ask him if he is coming back tomorrow.
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Posted: March 22nd, 2004, 5:08pm |
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hows this for off the top of my head? Completely random words jumbled together in a makeshift pile of stinking, reeking sh*t....but i bet i could get better marks with it than some of the other guys in my class....
see what i'm talking about with my ego? it's growing...
Bleached adolescent doused in filmy residue Of sundry intellect and baseless glamour That dances heartedly in variant hue And lends its hand to tempered clamour
Voyage obscene in upbraided breach of faith Contends with perversions of reality unearthed Ethereal as distanced times below the wraith Who flutter gossamer wings in subtle mirth
Beneath a throne of ebon fortitude That resounds in harmonic passages of time To silence noiseless epithets of brute Now end this ridicule with a final rhyme
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Posted: March 22nd, 2004, 5:26pm |
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It's not shit. Now you're just fishing for compliments... LOL. And you, my friend, are a beautiful poetic mess of youth intertwined with superb intelligence and self gratification in your unique musings. |
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Posted: March 22nd, 2004, 5:39pm |
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I really enjoyed this one by lesley...
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Posted: March 22nd, 2004, 7:01pm |
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hey elrond...you have some pretty sweet stuff there... and lesley....hahahah....i liked yours....very classy! quite fun to read.... put up some more and no honestly, that last piece of mine i did in three minutes flat....honestly.....its crap, trust me....lol |
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sweet stuff? haha, ok. Eventually when i start writing poems more I will become more dark and violent which I think it will turn into. The Raven is my favorite Poem by a poet. I want to write something like that. But I just do this as a hobby but I am more driven to directing.
Can you maybe tell me why it is pretty sweet stuff...there?
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Posted: March 22nd, 2004, 10:27pm |
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Quoted from Alan_Holman, posted March 22nd, 2004, 5:39pm at hereI really enjoyed this one by lesley...
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Alan, the whole thing is the same poem. That's just the format I used. |
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Posted: March 22nd, 2004, 10:47pm |
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ok, paradoxical, but i'm sure folks have exhausted on my words at this point, but here you go. this one is a little heavier, but let me clarify the person's name i used is not a real person. ok? i don't know these guys. i made this up. it's called "tricks are for kids".
i'm not sure i should post this, but i will anyway. here goes.
My head hurts. I had come to this conclusion long before James flew by me in a bright green station wagon
He coasted down the hill, radio pumping full blast and he was waving- signaling me.
Let me give you a ride There’s this place I know where we can go and trust me when I say we’ll have a lot of fun.
Not that I had time, I reasoned for half a second before flying down to red brake lights on opposite sides of a rusty license plate with dirty lettering
Bet I can make you do whatever I want you to Bet you can’t resist me You never could silly girl Hop on in.
A jovial smile serves as a seemingly friendly expression.
Cruising down streets all too familiar Fear sets in Unnecessarily Thinking of my first dog Milo when I was five Thinking of cherry red lollipops Sitting in the bottom of my torn purse Stopping off at a ramshackle motel on this well traversed main road Tired but still mobile and upright
Walking toward the Same room door Like always Confident in my Black heels Black dress Everything black I count from one to ten And back again Like always
There are three This time Last time There were two Lying down mechanically On the bed I allow them To strip me bare
Hating the feel of Sandpaper chins Against my neck Hating the feel of palms calloused from Hours of play In the hot midday sun Hating the Empty feeling inside When they have come I am once again Completely numb.
But I’m loads of fun James tells me, slapping my left thigh with a fun-loving smile As if to reassure me I won’t tell anyone You never do You silly girl. And back on the hill I am dropped off. Maybe I will tear up Two hundred dollar bills He curls my Open hand around Maybe I will regain My dignity as I focus on flickering sea blue eyes Only half curious Why I do What I do But hope I don’t stop Before senior year is over.
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i think i get the gist way to go!
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Posted: March 23rd, 2004, 2:44am |
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Hi All
Check this, I had written this poem long back.
Flickering Bulb
Few days back I was walking on a lane behind a dock-yard I saw an old electric poll Looking more like a weary soul.
On it was a wire with a bulb hanging All worn out, like a feeble sentry in a late winter night The bulb on the poll was flickering Occasionally spreading its light.
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Posted: March 23rd, 2004, 12:25pm |
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That is very insightful, Todd. I liked it very, very much. Makes you really think... Oh and thanks shaman, I appreciate the nice feedback. |
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I wrote this late one night in bed. As you can tell, I prefer not to rhyme.
I exhale. The softness waits to receive. The projector in my head is producing my last memory of you. The emptiness fills once I'm done. I don't degrate you. Your only my starting point. The softness replaces you. Am I wrong? Pathetic and low? Is it the future or an alternate present? It almost feels real, but then again, I wouldn't know what reality is. The knives of my past mistakes stab me once again. Do you know that I'm in pain? We never even said goodbye.
Any guesses on what it's about?
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I wrote this another late night. What do you think this one is about?
She's unpredictable and unique. She hates it when you critique her.
She's what I'm looking for. She knew it, but not anymore I still do.
She's always moving on, Like switching through songs. It's not fair.
Am I the only one who sees her complication and simplicity? So, why is it that she can't take a hint?
She gets put on and then dropped off. I've known her longer then those she confides in. Still, she says nothing to me that crosses the line of friendly. So, why do I still care?
It feels like everyone is talking to her. Transmission interrupted, I feel I'm not good enough.
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Desperation breeds contempt, in forms unsavory That survivals genesis, lies quite on visions contrary Burdened with a weightless load, that deams dessication And in our illusory caltrops, the censures distanced station
Patience in an unknown mind of fathomless depths Whose ideals and compassions whisper in singulars breaths Unknown knowledge, Fearless foes, and sorrows grim appearance Cancerous flowers of the imagination beat in endless endurance
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Posted: March 23rd, 2004, 7:43pm |
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TheParadoxicalShaman, I like your poem a lot. You have a real talent. Especially, with using real big words like sessication. Also, I've never even heard the word caltrops before lol. |
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Posted: March 23rd, 2004, 8:06pm |
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Alright I couldn't resist. I should technically be editing a project right now... *glances both ways*...but I just had to check in. Call it force of habit.
marshall, while rhyming in itself can be very poetic and beautiful, I too prefer not to rhyme. It's your style and you should embrace it. In fact when I do write poetry I tend to convey more of a story than put words to the emotions behind it, so I suppose that would be my style. (Oops am I venturing into another thread here?) I think poetry is most personal when it is free flowing. Rhyming I think requires a certain amount of thought that would not naturally occur. It's kind of like an afterthought, like you know what you want to say, but now you've got to find a pair of words that rhyme with it. And the right words at that. shaman and heretic have a knack, but still I feel a certain amount of...distance from their style. It's so very eloquent.
As for your first poem. My guess is this.
You are in a state of reflection. A past relationship ended abruptly, and it was something you did not expect, coming at a completely unexpected time. I feel she took you by surprise. Whatever the motive may have been behind the separation, in your mind the relationship was left - and remains until now? - unresolved.
You can't go back. You acknowledge that you can't. What you do is you let the present fill the past, allow your life to continue on as it did before, but then you dwell in your memories. There's still that longing inside of you... You were hurt, but you try not to place blame upon her.
And no, you are not wrong to feel the way you do. Don't wonder any further as it will just drive you crazy. You're allowed. It's nice to remember what was though, isn't it?
I should go. I'll comment further on the other poems when I get a chance. But your style is beautiful. Keep it up.
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Oh, yeah and marshall...
Listen, just tell her how you feel. Sometimes when you've known someone that long, you just have to confront them and speak to them directly. It's hard I know, but at least you'll have your answer.
Additionally, even if she seems that blase about it, perhaps she really isn't right for you. Just my opinion.
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Posted: March 23rd, 2004, 8:17pm |
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But yes, you're welcome. |
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Hahaha that's the greatest description of Jordan I've ever heard. If you just added something about 'tall and athletic' it would be perfect. Pretty good considering you've never met him. And thanks for the VERY kind comments on my poem Lesley. Nice to hear. |
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And you, my friend, are a beautiful poetic mess of youth intertwined with superb intelligence and self gratification in your unique musings.
i have to admit.....it sounds sooo nice....thank you!!
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For definite. It's quickly becoming my favorite area.
All boards and script talks aside, it's a personal exhilaration to see how in depth psyches can go when people allow themselves not just to conform to the traditional format of screenwriting.
But then maybe I say that to boost my own morale because I wanted a higher grade on my portfolio short I turned last week in to class (wasn't a good draft to begin with). I got a "B" and an "I'm sorry Lesley, I can't help you any further if you wish to discuss this one on one because you've gone against what this entire class was about, which is narrative storytelling. Your experimental ways are beyond my realm of capability because that's you inside your own head."
Sheesh... thanks.
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You should of said "Thank you" and seem all satisfied. Like that is exactly what you wanted. I have been doing that a lot in all my classes and the greatest thing, they still give me A's because they know I will bitch them out if they don't give me a good grade. I am the arguer who will have 100% in the class but a B+ on something will piss me off. Don't listen to this puppets of society they are useless and the only reason they are teaching is because they have no talent in the first place to be creative enough to have their own successful career. They can go to hell. I feel you all the way. Take it easy.
By the way. Nothing is a waste if it made you feel good. Grades are superficial and nothing but a little graded by a uneducated hypocrite (this is coming from an all A's student so I am not failing). If your poetry style you enjoy do not change it. PERIOD, STAY THE WAY YOU ARE. Just keep writing but don't fail your class of course just munipulate the system to get a good grade like I do. |
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some of the best achievers in the world didn't get A's all the time...
i get really sick of the education board thinking they're educating us in things that will prove relevant sometime in our future....because most of it is simply redundant. if teachers didn't get paid, it might be a different story...that is, they did it willingly, is what i mean.
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Posted: March 24th, 2004, 7:46pm |
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Elrond, man, thanks for the encouraging words. I think it was just disappointment in my gross mismanagement of time. Maybe I should be up and running 24/7 instead of 20/6.... I just had too much other stuff going I thought took priority over my writing (which is what my concentration was in the first place, my main motivation for going to school) and in the end there I was Thursday at 2 a.m. falling asleep at the computer trying to revise a first draft that turned out to be a crappy second draft.
Who needs sleep anyway, right? But then I'm told this could be misconstrued for a life crisis, so there you go.
Anyway, I'm getting off topic. Poetry forum, no? I see Don's really gotten in threads on all the forms. I'd forgotten about quatrains. |
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1984....ah yes...
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You guys might think this is kind of mushy, but I wrote it for my boyfriend of 5 years. He had a light in his eyes that was blinding to me - magical. He said he was probably high! Go figure. Well, here it is:
MY BELOVED
What a light seen glistening in your eyes... It's the light of the divine that I see. A place where Heavenly angels have awakened, Azure oceans - shallow unto thee.
Oh, dearest one, my only love, hearing the sound of your name brings a rhythm of love.
My spirit is light - soaring high above, Lifted gently by the wings of you - My Beloved.
Your mystical hues boldly mask Autumn's bloom. Enfusing - encapsulating me with the crimsonest of reds. My heart (an overflowing fountain) My soul ( you have fed).
A new moon shines brightly from above. Still waters double the joy of a celestial love. In passion - mortal heat warms the blood. Encircled in the arms of you - My Beloved.
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i think it was good....thees, thous, and such add a certain creative liberty that when used right can increase the emotion you feed into your work
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here's another....
the waxing of immortal brilliance a second sun that meets the dawns approach star shrouded shafts of white in millions defiant thee the orbs domain encroach what fearful wail that pierce mine hearts defense? clarified in the shrieks of rancorous flame where passions celibacy therefore sent 'gainst mine own will towards which the goddess named the thorn of ardour endured till Time's end and i the moth of this gossamer flight defelcted from this luminary blend by misery of corporeal sight blessed adoration of my seraph bound below, the atavistic lover found
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Very intricate, shaman. Modern day Shakespeare I'd say. I kind of just made this up now based on my little quote of the moment.
i cry whilst your crystalline eyes make me fly by the by
as when you sigh i brush the sky with wisps of lashes that tickle your skin and make you laugh my dreamer
and i smile at the pitter patter of little ant feet trailing across your fingers in the grass as you sink your nails beneath the soil and pull the taut strings of my heart
i love you
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Here is something I wrote while sitting in the Kuwaiti desert during "Operation: Iraqi Occupation".
REGIME CHANGE
The Regime is dying. The voices of Many can be heard protesting otherwise. Which Regime are they protesting? Supporting? The rhetoric of the religions Creates confusion like the blinding sandstorm. The noise of the thunder overhead is deafening. Death defying. The locust carries fate under its wings.
On Locust?s wings we ride. Carried into battle to do as It is written. For Him. As Fate has determined. Should we believe in Fate? Him? Why do we stake our lives on such Nostalgic ideas? Should history repeat itself?
The sleeping Dragon is awake. He violently waves His gun in the air And shoots culture between the eyes. Nostalgia is dead. Is this a new beginning? Or an old end. A means to an end?
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A short poem about everybody's favorite person, Miss, oh wait Mrs., no it's miss again, got married again so it's Mrs., now I lost track, Jennifer Lopez.
Oh J-Lo, what does the future hold? What will you do when you're old? How many husbands will you tally? Will you find your next one drunk in an alley?
Memo to you, nobody on Earth cares About your marital state of affairs. Try making good music or movies we can bear. I'm serious, Gigli made me run scared.
Marc Anthony, get out before it's too late. Take your ex-wife out on another date. J-Lo's desperate to get people to watch her. By next week, she'll be with another.
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OMG, this was the most hysterical thing I've ever read, Rob. I just heard today. Poor sap.
Ah well. This was damn funny!!!
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My fiance' wrote the following during one of her breaks at work. She gave it me and I thought it was pretty cool.
"Television"
It's America's favorite box. People on couches, in a daze Watching the Yanks pummel the Sox Or weaving through the channel maze.
It's dumbing down our nation. Insulting those who like to think. Hitting us with their 'reality sensations' Which in my eyes, just plain stink.
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She never did really stop writing poems. Every once and a while, she writes one. Habit I guess. She wrote the "television" poem a day before I posted it. |
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The moon shines slowly, pulled away by the cloth of seething moonlight. The tiger looks up at it, crystal eyes burning brighter than any fire ever seen. The tiger takes a deep breath, standing just as a majestic as ever and FARTS.
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"Inside"
The next door neighbor, seems so normal A car in the driveway, curtains in the windows A pool in the back, close to the porch, And an empty doghouse, old and blue.
Went to see what was inside. Its pull on me, I could not explain. So perfect on the outside, Must be as good inside.
The furnature, broken down and frail. Nothing works, all is in disrepair. The darkness feels of midnight gloom. So many tears were shed in here.
Passed through the door to the outside world, Nothing is what it may seem. The signs are there if you carefully look Of the contrast between body and heart. |
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From a longtime UNC fan to a Duke coach.
Coach K with the name I cannot spell Said no to the Lakers' circus from hell. Makes me wish Jerry West is still there To bash Kupchak with a steal chair. I bleed tarheel blue, Glad to see he's still there. Duke wouldn't be the same without you. |
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"Second Chance"
I'm not what I used to be. I've grown past my infancy. No more crazy heights and goals. To my love, I give my soul.
Hear the words of an open heart Seeking a chance for a new start. Forgiving me won't be easy But the guilt drives me crazy.
I don't deserve one more chance, Not one more kiss or another dance. "All is possible" you once said. I must believe our love's not dead. |
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Interests poems, Rob. I just thought you wrote funny ones Who is "Inside" about? I get the other ones, but "Inside" strikes me as being very personal. Who are you talking about? Anyone specific? Anyone I would know? |
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You remember the kind of stuff I wrote back in high school. I'm returning to that. But I am currently compiling material for a new slam-against-celebrities poem that I hope will be really funny.
As for "Inside", it is personal in a way. And you should know who it's about. But we all know at least one person who fits this mold. So great on the outside, but sad and depressed on the inside. That was the basic idea behind it all. The old, blue doghouse is the most important part of the poem. I'm surprised you said nothing about that. |
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"Lotto"
Weath, the door to eternal bliss A solution to one's every problem Happiness to follow lotto win But the cost is your soul.
Keep the money and lucky fame The luxury cars and pricey homes A model wife and quicky divorce Flowing fountains and tennis courts.
Call me crazy, I don't care I am rich in my own right Money may be short But joy is in abundance. |
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Strange. That coming from a guy who told me that he would love to win the lottery and retire to a large mansion. Very strange. |
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feeling otiose and so out of place a little corticose under a tree-like face
you've always embrangled me
take my glass heart and pull it i'll lack the strength to make cullets
sensitivity gets you nowhere
you're an angel among the wicked a shining light from a sect of bovine animals
you seem to want the visciousness
playing nice and playing fair makes me a whisper among a blare
in your eyes
when bad makes you feel good I must have misunderstood what I thought you needed
I'll always adhere, I'll always be myself and when you become a souvenir, I'd pine to be your shelf
what I knew doesn't matter what I learned is that sensivity gets you nowhere
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There are some really moving ones here. Marshall, i like it. Don't worry, I won't dissect it like I did the other one. I just like it is all. Good job. Wow, Rob, you've been going to town. I didn't know you and Andrea knew each other off the board, but I gathered it. "Second chance" called to me. I think you should be moderator to take Elrond's place. Maybe I suggest it to Don but only if you're up for it. |
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Yeah, Andrea and I are close friends. We went to high school together.
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"Happiness Greater Than All"
Wealth you say brings one joy. Watch a child with a new toy. Try and see how he laughs and plays Without begging for a high pay raise.
You sell out to the mighty dollar. Cash bills are your alter. Risk your soul and kill your heart. Obsess over your money chart.
You're missing out on something great. A joy money cannot create. Leave your wallet on the table, Give up on your false fable.
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The Walker Requiem
One day when I was waiting for the dawn Thinking of all the things I'd do and say, The sunny orb that we are all so fond Did not this morning rise in light ballet
Instead beneath the heavens arches tall A greater being came to meet the world, Who most looks like the mighty mistral ball, Whose sapphire bodice 'gainst the sky does furl
A second sun that meets the morn's approach Whose least smile banishes the dusky dark And purges sorrows kiss that tries encroach With the sweet weapon of your faces arc
If such a smile might alter all that is That I've seen upon your painted likeness 'Twould likely be a fairy symphony To cure the world with a magic brightness
Do you who tread with angels know your worth? Who with a wake of bliss unleashes joy, Turning frowns to smiles on this place called Earth The glorious maiden from this realm deployed
To make the lowliest worm felt welcome And embrace the throngs of hapless souls To be the multifoliate blossom And from us only, love was all you stole
As Spirits know the treasures underneath The dark, foreboding chasms of the sea, So that I know what shining gem is wreathed In burning merriment that stands before me
That you should see my loneliness so banned Forever chased away by your design That blazes from the fingertips of hands So innocent and yet more wise in mind
The sparkling star that keeps us from astray That breathes the winds of Fortune always blest To guide us from despair that would betray And in this you shall never bear molest
As rocks know time, or streams know of its flight So shall such beauty of your person know no grave Thou wast not born for death, immortal sprite For time to come shall never make you slave
The deathless martyr blazoned on that throne Who quells the temperaments that honor war And binds the wounds of grief that we have sown By crumbling to crackling dust our swords
Should infinite compassion of your words Be compared to seas of envious hue Branching against the grassy knolls where birds Tune their melody to this handsome ruse
And find no fences, borders, mountain shores With endless ventures on these vaulting plains, Sailing with the stallion squalls of lore On hinds of a dozen nebulous manes
Should perpetual grace be cast like leaves Whose deadened shapes gasp on the deadened air Painted in the glaze that a dead man bleeds To be entombed in quondam's feinting snare
Or in Springs eye to be eternal green And yield none thy youthful dappled petals For blooms of dignity if never seen Waste their sweetness and transform to nettles
Perfection from most artful purity So drawn from every soul a single drop That coalesced by pious clarity Amounts divine that which shall adopt
Through some insanity my gambit played To win affection of the matriarch What madness of the blood has henceforth made Me risk the consequence of endless dark?
Should mine failure in this task make complete Then my dreams shall be dashed ever after Be slaughtered with a single fatal feat Knowing that my presence disregarded
Could I the courage of ten thousand take Then I might say the things I never dared For mine own death hath lessened fear and sake Than this one single uttering I've shared
But I am not a warrior bred in blood, Nor any tamer of such dangerous beasts, Not one who might brave beating winds and flood, Or in such mythic valour claim the Fleece
And yet, should love so sicken me as this, Then I would climb to Heavens singing dome, Plummet to perditions Hell where serpents hiss, Or see Atlantis with a sinking stone
Know I could wait for you a thousand years Or till the Sun was bored and flickered out Unto my dreams where that time always nears And my delusions sad remain as stout
I'd find you so wrapped in tendril rapture, Each beat my heart trapped in a sweet embrace But to be noble I would ne'er capture And much of me your eyes would catch no trace
They say Time slows to dripping hesitance When heart meets heart, when eyes meet eyes, so free, That by that unseen governed presence It'd seem the hummingbird would move beneath the sea
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I wrote the following on a plane when my wife slept next to me. It has no title.
Tonight, I hold her tight As she cried because of you, The one who broke her heart And walked out on her forever.
The feelings she had for you Were geniune and true. You used her and tossed her Like she was a rent-a-date.
Soon, she'll fall asleep And dream of false hopes. I'll stay with her Because I love her.
Time won't heal her wounds Or make the scars go away. Time won't make me forget The helplessness of today.
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"The Boy and the Bird"
A soft and gentle breeze Blows over the calm river. A bird chirping on a branch Falls into the cold water.
The bird struggles to swim, Powerless to save itself. One young boy tugs on the shirt Of his passed out, drucken father.
The man's eyes crack open And with one quick swipe, His young son falls down But he's quick to his feet.
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"Goodbye"
Don't hate me, please, I mean you no harm.
This will hurt, I know, But I can't help that.
My feelings will never change But we don't have a future.
The road ahead I must take alone.
You can't stand by me Or be a part of my life.
Someday, we will meet again But you won't recognize me.
You will never see what I become And that will make it easy for you.
In time, my place will be filled By someone who fills your needs.
Companionship for me Will never be found.
This is the sacrifice I must make To embark on my life path.
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The one you wrote on the plane...
Rob, your wife is truly one of the luckiest women to ever live on this green Earth. I mean that.
I was asked to write a poem in what I, um, affectionately call "Prison Class" (aka World Literature - we're studying prison authors in the 20th century; the whole class is prison themed - yikes, I know) and I'll transcribe that when I get back my paper from my teacher. I think I wrote it in about ten minutes. |
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A prison-themed World Lit class? That sounds scary.
"Goodbye" touched me. Breakup poems like that always effects me. The one you wrote on the plane, wow. That was fantastic. Your best one so far I think. You're really hitting your stride now. See you next weekend. |
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Thanks Lesley. I think I got the better end of the deal though. My wife is the best. And that plane poem is my favorite. I actually didn't like "Goodbye". I came close to not posting it. I also didn't want to put this one up, but why not.
"Inside of Us"
We all carry something Deep inside that hurts us. In our greatest time of joy, We still feel that pain. We run from it, hide from it, Pretend it does not exist. On our face is a happy smile But a tear longs to be shed.
Whether it is the wish A lover will return Or the lasting memory Of one we forever lost, It is always on our mind And buried deep in our heart. Our soul cries out for relief While we beg for it to go away.
Our regrets, however terrible, Makes us who we are. The suffering we endure From the bad in our lives Only makes us remember To cherish what we got. From our family to our friends, They promise to carry us through. |
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"High School"
Remember all those teachers Who never gave us a break, And that mean Principal's car We egged after graduation.
The terrible meals served daily With the occasional grey hair Hidden in the awful food As if they were little prizes.
On the bus, the bully sat behind me. I still don't know why He chose that one seat And torment poor little me.
Wasn't there a single locker Without a dead rat in it Or huge cockroaches Crawling over NKOTB stickers?
Gym, wow, that was fun. The coach smoking weed With a hot lady nobody knew While we slept on the bleachers.
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Was that whole rat thing real? I remember people talking about it, but I never took it seriously.
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I swear, Rob, you are channeling me in some weirdly remote way. I have identified with nearly every poem you've posted since you've come back.
[deleted on my quest to once and for all delete the person it was written for - i realize now my name is not alanis morissette - thank you for previous kind words and comments.] |
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Andrea, the rat thing did happen. I personally didn't see it, but I trust the person who told me. He never lied to me.
BTW, I wasn't involved in egging the Principal's car. I'm plead innocent.
"Heart: Not for the Faint Of" was great. I liked it a lot. It touched me in a very emotional way. |
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“Your Disappointment”
Beneath my black coat I hide Flipping up the collar Tucking inside the ends of my hair Wishing I’d just put it up Or something So you wouldn’t look at me like that
I pull my coat tightly Trying to become invisible Because you are honest You say why that shirt With those jeans As we walk out the door I mean I like the shirt but Those jeans...don't work 'Cause...you’re fat But not that fat And why do you always Wear your hair the same way
He has criticized for so many years now It's funny how I never questioned my self-esteem Before
In the morning In the elevator I don’t look him in the eye I drop my head I can’t take it today I wonder why it is I am never the critical one with all his faults I never say anything like that
But I realize now Why is it so hard for me To look a guy In the eye
Because I feel his stare And I am waiting for him To echo you To say what I already know Is permanently ingrained Because unbeknownst to me It always has been
But if I say anything to you Let you know how your disappointment Makes me feel
You will never say anything to me ever again.
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Your poem sparked something inside of me, memories of someone I cared for a lot.
"Forgiveness Out of Reach"
I watched from afar As you tore her down. Your pure ruthlessness Which has no bounds, Destroyed her soul.
Family, you once said, Meant everything to you. You preach compassion But those words never Never sunk in. Your dark heart Couldn't bear to hear The importance of Loving others more Than loving yourself.
You didn't care how many Lives you ruined as long as You felt proud in the end. The thought of you and The things you did and said Turns my stomach, Surfacing emotions I Thought didn't exist in me.
I couldn't let you continue Hurting her in that way.
I won't let you Tear her down Piece by piece, Bit by bit, Just to prove your power Over a helpless girl Too afraid to fight back.
She backed down and She hung her head low. All her confidence stolen. Her wonderful spirit, gone. I had to get my friend Out of your place.
She got out from your Awful home of horror. But I came too late. I was powerless To restore her spirit And give her a sense Of happiness and Security away from hell.
Now, I look at her, but She can't see me. I speak to her, but Am sad I won't hear Her gentle voice again.
Are you proud of Yourself now? Is this what you wanted all along?
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Oh God. I think I'm going to cry... You have this capability of hitting the nail on the head every time. I don't know how. I don't. Ugh. I hate when I'm like this... God. Thanks for that. Rob, thank you so, so much. I swear I feel like I'm in a "Fight Club" support group. Free and clear. |
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Way down south where the bananas grow. A grasshopper stepped on an elephants toe. The elephant said with tears in his eyes, "pick on someone your own size" |
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"Computer"
The big button with "POWER" Written underneath it. See It? Good, now push it, not Too hard. You can break it. Hear that noise? See the Monitor? It's on now.
Up comes Microsoft Windows, The crappy OS we programmers Hate. Bill Gates is so filthy rich, He doesn't care his products Are bad. Click on your username, Type your secret password. What, You forgot it? Did you remember To write it down? Oh, you did, That's good. Take out your Little piece of paper and type it in. You have to press enter. Good job.
You must wait for it. It's loading up, you see. It takes a minute. Hum if you like, but Do it quietly. It's done. We can now begin.
Click on the start button On the bottom of the screen. See, you have Word and The wonderful internet. Are you over eighteen? Got a valid credit card? You are, you do. Ha, you'll love the Internet then. I'll give you a tour.
You know Word, right? It's a word processor. I never use the thing. I hate it more than Watching a Gigli marathon. I use Sun Microsystems' StarOffice 7. Buy it.
This isn't good. Smoke's Coming out of your Computer. There it goes, Up in flames. It's on Fire. Watch it burn. Look at the sparks. It's 4th of July in here.
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WOW!! leave for awhile, and suddenly there's a wealth of poetry here!!
Rob is fast becoming a competitor in this liberal board....i liked your stuff
and of course, lesley never fails to amaze me
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Posted: August 23rd, 2004, 5:03pm |
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REALLY, shaman? Wow, best compliment ever... Alas you have more talent in your pinky finger than I for rhyming. It sounds so natural when you write it.
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Posted: August 24th, 2004, 3:23am |
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I thought this was cute. Came up with a few years back. A dumb little ditty.
"I Exist"
I am the girl who pours your coffee, your pizza delivery guy. I was the operator of the last thrill ride you were on, And the date who made you sigh.
When you felt really low I was there to comfort you When you needed a hug I came. I never missed a single tennis match and I was there for every basketball game.
Who am I, you question in wonder? Quite frankly, I’m no one really. I style your hair every now and then So you don’t go out looking silly.
I remember your name and smile When we pass by one another I’m honest when I say you’d look so much better Wearing a different color.
Come on now, who am I? Why, I am everyone. I am your favorite band member, I am your neighbor’s son.
I am the cop who writes your speeding ticket The salesman who sells you your car I am the pilot who flies your airplane So you can travel afar.
I am up high, I am down low I am the one you hire To shovel your snow Choose to captain Or choose to row This much is certain I am no one you know. |
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Posted: August 24th, 2004, 8:43am |
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I liked it a lot. It really hit close to home for me. |
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Here's one...in my style, once again....that I wrote for a girl called Faith...
The Faith of the Heart
In the darkest halls on the darkest nights Where my fear and loneliness so combined Then mingle with the thoughts of my lost light And all I've ever loved I've yet to find
I could never choose such a life without The comfort of my well-known solitude And yet by grace and beauty there's no doubts That knowing you has been my minds true food
Nourished by the sun your face does mimic Or rather by your ultimate kindness Perhaps by compassion you exhibit Or the timeless smile of your likeness
That I could spend a lifetime in such mirth That I should feel eternal all your love And know that love is braided in your firth, That lovely ballad from the lips of doves
A smile such as yours could change the world To bring to grief and sorrow but a kiss That heals all the wounds our race has curdled With the real magic brightness of your bliss
Even you who walk the clouds so very high And lend hand to vanquishing all evil Should be so blest and painted on the sky Hidden away from arrows, stones, and steel
So let this be what I could never say For I have not the courage of a warrior But I would wish you well if you can't stay For you have given Faith to all you capture |
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Posted: August 26th, 2004, 2:41pm |
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That is so awesome and touching, shaman. Did you ever at all give that one to her? I know she would have probably cried...because I think that one is beautiful. That would really move me anyway, having poetry written about me. There's a little song in Spanish about me that these guys I used to work with made up. It's pretty funny. They would sing it to make me laugh (and taught me a lot of Spanish I know but I'm not fluent), but... sigh. Never any poems written about me. |
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Posted: August 26th, 2004, 4:20pm |
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hahah...well i don't think she cried, but i did give it to her...
no poems about you??
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Posted: August 26th, 2004, 5:37pm |
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Hmm, heart of steel that one... Hope you at least got a hug or something. I see a lot of thought put into that. And no, never sympathy poetry. Thanks. Guess I am too used to writing for and about other people and things anyway. Keeps the mind active. |
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"Remembering"
I miss you more now Than ever before. Not A moment pass by when You're not on my mind, Invading my thoughts and Overwhelming me with grief.
I broke a promise I Swore to keep. I swore To you that I could Make life worth living. I held your hand tight And assured you That I can make all Your pain disappear.
I let you down, I Broke my oath and Because of that, I Failed you terribly. Everyone tells me I did all I could do. The more I try to Believe them, I can't. I am here and you Are not. I told you That times will get Better and you trusted My every word.
Looking in the mirror Pains me at times. I Wonder what else I Should've done. How I could have kept my Word and show you how Happy you can be. Show You life is not all bad.
I can't change the past, Nor can I bring you Back. All I have left Are my memories of you And those will never Go away. You're still Living in the hearts and Minds of those who Knew you and loved you. |
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Posted: August 27th, 2004, 7:52am |
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Rob, I can see why you went back to writing poetry. You have a unique talent, a unique ability to play with my emotions. Wow...simply amazing. |
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Posted: August 27th, 2004, 11:04am |
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Oh man, Rob, does that one ever cut like a knife... That one holds a special place with me particularly. That's incredible. |
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Thanks for the compliments. I will try to write a happy one next time. |
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Posted: August 28th, 2004, 7:00pm |
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gosh, i hope i haven't put this one on yet....but even if i have, which i again apologize for if i have, this is the completed version that is longer and better...
...ironically for another girl...ha ha
The Walker Requiem
One day when I was waiting for the dawn Thinking of all the things I'd do and say, The sunny orb that we are all so fond Did not this morning rise in light ballet
Instead beneath the heavens arches tall A greater being came to meet the world, Who most looks like the mighty mistral ball, Whose sapphire bodice 'gainst the sky does furl
A second sun that meets the morn's approach Whose least smile banishes the dusky dark And purges sorrows kiss that tries encroach With the sweet weapon of your faces arc
If such a smile might alter all that is That I've seen upon your painted likeness 'Twould likely be a fairy symphony To cure the world with a magic brightness
Do you who tread with angels know your worth? Who with a wake of bliss unleashes joy, Turning frowns to smiles on this place called Earth The glorious maiden from this realm deployed
To make the lowliest worm felt welcome And embrace the throngs of hapless souls To be the multifoliate blossom And from us only, love was all you stole
As Spirits know the treasures underneath The dark, foreboding chasms of the sea, So that I know what shining gem is wreathed In burning merriment that stands before me
That you should see my loneliness so banned Forever chased away by your design That blazes from the fingertips of hands So innocent and yet more wise in mind
The sparkling star that keeps us from astray That breathes the winds of Fortune always blest To guide us from despair that would betray And in this you shall never bear molest
As rocks know time, or streams know of its flight So shall such beauty of your person know no grave Thou wast not born for death, immortal sprite For time to come shall never make you slave
The deathless martyr blazoned on that throne Who quells the temperaments that honor war And binds the wounds of grief that we have sown By crumbling to crackling dust our swords
Should infinite compassion of your words Be compared to seas of envious hue Branching against the grassy knolls where birds Tune their melody to this handsome ruse
And find no fences, borders, mountain shores With endless ventures on these vaulting plains, Sailing with the stallion squalls of lore On hinds of a dozen nebulous manes
Should perpetual grace be cast like leaves Whose deadened shapes gasp on the deadened air Painted in the glaze that a dead man bleeds To be entombed in quondam's feinting snare
Or in Springs eye to be eternal green And yield none thy youthful dappled petals For blooms of dignity if never seen Waste their sweetness and transformed are nettles
Perfection from most artful purity So drawn from every soul a single drop That coalesced by pious clarity Amounts divine that which shall adopt
Through some insanity my gambit played To win affection of the matriarch What madness of the blood has henceforth made Me risk the consequence of endless dark?
Should mine failure in this task make complete Then my dreams dashed ever after Be slaughtered with a single fatal feat Knowing that my presence disregarded
Could I the courage of ten thousand take Then I might say the things I never dared For mine own death hath lessened fear and sake Than this one single uttering I've shared
Of my mortal state contending with a Culminating bolt of bottomless despair, So that by mortal providence my flaw Detracts from you the pain that I might spare
The felicity of thine burning brow Should never touch the homely hand of I, Who seeking truth infallible somehow Would pollute with loneliness your solemn eyes
The culminating clench of hopelessness Will never....not through me.....embrace you sweet So that should be my destiny unselfish To deliver you from Darkness snow and sleet
Am I the Angel now, the brightest flare Of all ecstasy's intrepid Seraphim? Perhaps my gift and curse are written there Upon the painted sky, where comets skim
Farewell, farewell, for those who grasp my wisdom Knowing that enlightenment will tingle On the mind that suffers the most of emotions prisms, Or is the Shadow Boy reserved for a single?
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"My Sweet Angel"
The day I met you, my life Changed course. From the Moment I first laid my Eyes upon you, I felt a Connection between us. We Were chosen to be together.
I came to realize, through The strength of our bond, That I found my better half, A soul mate who completes Me. The emptiness I felt Inside was filled for all time.
You are the best thing to Ever happen to me. I owe Everything to you. All the Joy and happiness that Fills my heart is from you and The effect you have on me.
The universe gave me the best Gift I could ever ask for when It brought the two of us Together. When I'm with you, I feel like I am in heaven, in The presence of pure love.
Every time I feel down and Overwhelmed by the blows life Dishes out, you pick me up with Your nice smile and soft kiss. You never fail to take my Troubles and send them away.
I remember and cherish our Every embrace, every kiss We share, and all the caring Words we say to each other. Thank you for being here with Me and thank you for loving me. |
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Posted: August 30th, 2004, 3:36pm |
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That's what my wife said when I read it to her. |
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Rob, *sniffle, sniffle* That's very sweet and innocent. Shaman, wow. I think you and Shakespeare are linked somehow...do you go into, like, a trance when you write? "Should perpetual grace be cast like leaves Whose deadened shapes gasp on the deadened air Painted in the glaze that a dead man bleeds To be entombed in quondam's feinting snare" I mean...wow...dang.... |
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"Night Road"
A dark kind of gloom hangs past a Night horizon with bright blue skies Nowhere in sight and the sun Seems to have gone away on me.
My long plight which has no end Down a road I despise to travel All alone with no companion Dreaming of detours that won't come.
Can't turn around no matter my will Want to go back in time, but My strength is weak and My heart is too broken already.
I would sell my soul for a ray Of light or to see the mighty sun Shine bright on this long night, But my hope is slowly dying.
The map which laid out the life I sought to live, got me lost Down this wretched path and Tore apart what used to be me.
What am I now other than Another lost being finding his Place down this lonely road of Life I am now forced to traverse.
Keeping my head high and my Hope alive takes all the power I have inside, but the tole on Me is too heavy to bear.
I dream of wonderful days ahead An end to all that binds me here, But the reality is grim, you see, This road has no end ahead. |
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Posted: September 4th, 2004, 10:37pm |
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How am I supposed to top that? Tremendous stuff, Rob. Much talent you have. Here's one of mine.
Sky
Soaring in the clouds Amongst all the stars, Where the sun shines And the moon glistens.
Now more than ever My spirit flies high, As does all my hopes And childish dreams.
Everything looks better From way up here, In a place where my Troubles don't exist. |
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Posted: September 6th, 2004, 11:57pm |
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I think if those poems were people, they should be instantly together. I loved them both. I think they match up so seamlessly. Where did that one come from, Rob? Andrea, I'm thrilled to be reading something of yours. Tremendous talent. Great work. |
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Kudos to Andrea for coming up with a perfect poem to compliment mine. Short and sweet, I liked it a lot. Where did 'Night Road' come from? Me, of course. Seriously though, it kinda wrote itself in a way. I was channelling some negative emotions and sad memories. It is about the same person 'Forgiveness Out of Reach' is about, the "friend" I referred to. |
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Posted: September 7th, 2004, 2:52pm |
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We gotta hype up this section more. I love reading poetry. And I'd love to see some from people who think they don't have the talent and end up amazing themselves...or who have disappeared (marshall-->talking to you)...
"I would sell my soul for a ray Of light or to see the mighty sun Shine bright on this long night, But my hope is slowly dying."
Rob, this stanza really called out to me. |
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Posted: September 11th, 2004, 10:07am |
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Thanks Lesley. Rob's poem inspired me. I really enjoy this board. All the poems here are fantastic. |
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This thread is so enriching to the soul. Many beautiful works here. As I get older, I look back upon my life, and I can sum most of it up with a few stanzas. How today's crap that we have to go through will either make or break us. After quite a few life's struggles, I finally began writing again. This is a poem that I want put on my headstone when I die. REMEMBRANCE Cindy L. Keller I know whence I came. I rose from the ashes, dueling through Demons in saddened refrains. Yet, all in all if a "Remebrance" dares echo my name, I pray it be the heart passioned by love that warms a piece of your day. |
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Here are a couple of my poems I'd like to share.
HOMAGE To the master: Edgar Allan Poe
My feet dangle off the edge of the dock as my mind gets lost in his dreams. With a slight spin, I skim a rock; the raven beside me, folds his wings.
Though limerick and voices abound, deep in his words - no greater height is found. Known well in large cities, as in small towns, this masterful man of rhyme.
His bells hearken early melodies of lore. On death wings, Godspeed him to his Lenore; hence the raven be hushed of "Nevermore". True peace he'll come to find.
The ripple expands in the water, and I see my bird is not a raven, but a crow. Above my reflection, I see perfection, the smiling raven with Edgar Allan Poe.
NIGHT OF NOSFERATU
Can you feel him? He's coming... Coming in the air tonight...
Hollowed light that comes from within; be still - this night of slumberless sleep. Hunger burning, lusting... reaping the season of it's demise. Dark wings of the night do fly.
Misted wings of dewdrop's dread; seek shelter, close the curtains and hide. Tonight - flight of the undead searches shadows for innocent life. Dark wings of the night take flight...
Over hills, through dirge of the dale, the wind carries a requiem of sorrow. All pay heed to the twilight tale; pray for the blessed light of tomorrow.
Hypnotized - those eyes from Hell; fangs pierce; try - through you cannot scream, Wake this night from torment's spell, wander thoughts to peaceful dreams. Dark wings of the night do fly... |
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heheheh....i like those ones. the nosferatu one is pretty creative. i also really liked Remembrance...reminds me of something i once saw somewhere. how unspecific of me. i think it was by some dead guy. even more specific....hmm. well it's really good, that's all that matters! |
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Thanks Shaman, I wrote Night of Nosferatu a couple of years ago. One of my friends said she really liked it, that it would be something you read at the beginning of a movie. That was before I started writing screenplays. Glad you liked them. Cindy |
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All of them are great, Cindy. You are talented. It's great to read a homage to Edgar Allen Poe. He is one of my favorites. |
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"Not Forgotten"
A thread weaves through me, In the tapestry of my heart And in the visions of my mind, A thread of wonderful memories Of the great times we shared.
All our joys, even our sorrows Are embedded in me, sewn into My soul, running free inside. You come to me in my dreams, And speak to me while I sleep, Keeping me company during My nights of loneliness.
I can feel you here with me, Helping me past my grief. One day, I'll be with you again, But until that day comes, My memories is all I have And those I will cherish. |
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Posted: September 18th, 2004, 7:40pm |
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Yes, it was very nice. That thread is a wonderful thing. Sometimes its the only thing that keeps us held together. Cindy |
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Here's one I don't like that much, but still, here it is.
"Shattered"
Picking up the shards Of my broken mirror, The one window Into my inner being.
One moment of anger, A second uncontrolled second Of limitless fury, Ruined what we had.
What lays shattered Is all that I was. Everything good and bad, My whole self, is gone.
What I destroyed, I alone cannot fix. Only you, the caretaker Of my heart, can.
I am a clean slate, My old self won't return. The love still exists, Inside what is left of me.
I have faith in us, In what we can be, The bond we shared, You can reforge.
The past is the past, I will prove it. I only need a chance To prove I can love again. |
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"Fantasy Reality"
Where have you gone, oh lost one, Did you escape to your fantasy world?
A dream place where Gary Coleman Is eight feet tall and is still a star.
Where the Terminator makes movies, Not governing the state called California.
Where George Bush is the world's genius And John Kerry has a personality.
Where Bill Clinton never cheated on Hillary And Republicans will forever leave him alone.
Where Britney Spears gets married once And not every month, week, or day.
Where J-Lo is kind and not irate, But still has a million ex-husbands.
Where Mike Tyson is still champ And a Nobel Peace Prize winner.
Where Shaq and Kobe are best friends, Singing campfire songs with Jerry West.
Where Martha Stewart is innocent And corporations never cheats.
Where money doesn't move people, Friendship and love does.
Where kind words are exchanged And compassion rules over anger.
Where hate is no more And all violence ends.
Thinking about it, I must now admit, Your fantasy is better than our reality. |
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Very good stuff. "Fantasy Reality" is very cool. Funny to start and serious at the end. You caught me off guard when you changed gears like that.
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i should really stop this. hopefully this is the last
Dedication
For those who've known my ventures in the gloom, The darkened azimuth, the utmost bound Of human thought, where fears eternal bloom And hopelessness bursts from the hellish ground
I've walked this path, where demon spirits moan, Where ashen clouds of anguish coalesce To the hymnal whines of siren bugles blown, And shed those blinding bolts that effervesce
The altercations of a lonely brood, Temperamental squalls of blazoned sorrow, Or all my terrors perfectly construed, And known that sadness always follows
Yet desolation of my hermitage Was expurgated with the the bloody dawn, Where crimson heavens torn by lupine scourge Becomes the Daystars throne with beaming fronds
The mighty canvased sky would melt that day And painted bright cerulean, would glow With comely fledgling fervor brightly flayed, And sunlit by the unmasked orbs halo
And who the harbinger of welcome grace, That willingly unsheathes the morning dew? For from the welkin sky those glassy droplets traced To echo of this ardour I pursue
Who is this newfound Angel found by me? The brightest glimmer of the Seraphim, Whose beauteous smile is matched only By limitless kindness on a cherubs whim
In those hyaline eyes a tempest flares Where waves of passion course felicitous A squall of ebullition I would dare, To welcome suffocate without distress
The apoplexies wearing at my mind Be culminated by the precious hand, For you the goddess annul that which blinds And rout afflictions of this sickly brand
The tender flesh of alabaster glaze The exaltation of divinity, Attests perfection in my holy praise Of such sublime I drown in finity
What pearly radiance of scarcity Whose smile worth more than any mortal pride Would willing bless in humble piety Or once adore in love that I confide
A form so carved from sun and rain and cloud Claims domination of the senses pure With powers of a Light most deemed endowed And elegance I yearn to e'er be near
Could I devote a life embracing you With all of the words of all of the world It'd be to no avail with faulty Truth To equal that from lofty heights thus hurled
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The leaves has changed their colors, Made me analyze what I've become And for the first time, see who I really was, The need for me to turn my life around. Hoping, mending, and moving on, Don't let the past hold me down Or continue to make me walk this wrong path. It's time to enrich my life And the life of those around me. It's time to be the good person I know I can become. All it takes is a little change. |
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Andrea's poem, 'Change', inspired me to post this poem I wrote a few years ago.
I too, like the concept of change, and also the way that time can actually heal.
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Reflections of the love that used to be, images, crazy images yes, you and me. Laughing to yourself, them good old days so great, aching and breaking and twisting – too late.
Time for no other, jeez, opportunities and wonders missed, no place, no love, fears, tears – get pissed. Fly free like that bird, without no care, got no worm, you wake early, routine burly, sit and think... you squirm.
Move on, move on, time heal, heal in time, bet you money, make you rich... make him mine. Boo! Wake up fool! This morning beautiful gift from God. Count yourself, respect yourself, forget yourself... this hold.
Repeat after me, come on, you’ll see, repeat, repeat, let no defeat, defeat me. Here you are, for you are here, Confused? Wake up! Now where's that fear?
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"Don't Worry About Me"
At this point in time, I can't forget That you're no longer with us. Everywhere I turn, I see your face In the midst of a crowd like a reflection.
Our youth, full of fun and laughter, Are the times I will keep in my heart, Along with the friendship we shared I can't help but to think I took likely.
As I look back on the moment I was told you left this world, My heart broke into a million pieces And left me to put it back together.
It won't be easy to move on And return to what's left Of a world that is so empty Without you living in it.
I shed so many tears, I could fill an ocean, But with those tears, the overwhelming pain Leaves my body to make room for Memories of the times we shared.
Slowly, I am getting better. I know I will be okay knowing That wherever your soul now resides, You are in a paradise place.
I never told you how much I treasured you as a friend. So, I'm telling you now Because you must be listening.
So, please, don't worry about me. Enjoy your new plane of existence, The peace, love, and joy all around you And perhaps one day, I'll see you again.
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Rob your last poem is especially moving. Very hard to read. I'm having a tough time with this. I've just been reading Andrea's poetry again.
Andy I also liked yours very much.
I'm just beside myself is all. I mean, not even that long ago she'd sent me a message saying how she was doing. |
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This one is not very good. It didn't even warrant me giving a title, but I put it up anyway. Don't know why.
A nice wave or a simple hello. That's not asking much, is it? Perhaps it is, you're so closed off To everything outside your little world.
Maybe it's me and my unlikely desires, I don't kow why I even care, I've watched you from afar for years And never once I thought these thoughts.
Tomorrow, will I return to my old self, In seclusion and away from it all, Apart from the things people take for granted, All the everyday joys couples share?
I've bounced around, unseen and alone, Way too shy to put myself out there For people to see and judge So forgive me for being interested.
Like so many others who pass me by, You don't bother to even glance at me And you're probably right in doing so Since I'm too afraid to do anything.
If I was the one to open up, Will you let me in or ignore me. My heart believes the latter But hopes I am wrong about you.
Time for me to return to where I was To never think of this again Because I know I'm shooting too high And wishing for that which I'll never have. |
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Looks like I'm back into the poetry flow. Here's more of me venting emotions. It seems like my best poems come from me venting in one way or another.
"Together"
How does one say, "I'm here for you," And not sound like a normal everyday friend?
Those words seem so hollow when I say them, They don't nearly express the meaning of my thoughts.
I need to convey what my heart wants to say, The honest words my soul screams out from deep within.
I ask, "Is my love strong enough To help you through troubled times?"
If my voice can comfort you, Then I'll never stop speaking to you.
If my touch gives you peace, I'll hold you in my arms forever.
My heart belongs to you, I feel the same pain you do.
However long it takes you to feel joy again, I'm at your side, I'm holding your hand all the way.
I will walk alongside you For as long as I live and beyond.
This is the test of love, To endure the tough times And be there for each other When we need it so much.
Believe me, you aren't alone in this Because I'm here for you and always will be.
Together, we can pull through. Together, we are at our strongest. Together, we'll make the future bright. |
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Well, I don't think my poetry is as good as everyone else's here, but I still like writing and sharing it, so here you are. I hope you guys enjoy it.
I AM THERE
When I give you a hug the winds are my arms When I lull you to sleep my song is in the robin's voice When I kiss you on the cheek the gentle breezes are my lips When I speak to you the echoes of the Earth are my words When I miss you the most the rain are my tears And when you are alone look to the skies and I am there
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I thought I'd submit this for the heck of it. I warn you, I wrote this when I was younger.
A HOLE IN MY SOCK
There is a hole in my sock I really don't care
There is a hole in my sock My toes wiggle in dispair
There is a hole in my sock My toes are stuck
There is a hole in my sock Oh what luck |
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Everyone else is doin' it so why can't I?
Not really a poem, persay... I don't really feel like sharing any of my poetry, cause it all has a deep meaning to me and only me and would loose the translation in the reason.
This is a song lyric I wrote for my ex fiance, while with my band and later would go on to read it in a different light and tone at my fathers funeral, cause it seemed to fit... I dunno... It's nothing, really.
---------------------------------- Fitting for you or fitting for me
It isn't the easiest of things it seems
I know where we stood and where I stand
I can't forget the touch of your gentle hand
Not much makes sense when your all alone
No voice, no hope, no reason but somehow it's all my own
We often forget the little things, the ones that make up the bigger things, sometimes it even turns them into better things
I wonder where I'll be in a world that isn't fit for me -----------------------------------------
Alright, that's it for me... It's not much, but I thought if there was one area I could contribute, other than with my mindless horror screenplays, it'd be here as this seems to be one of the most inspirational threads on the whole board.
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Posted: November 9th, 2004, 11:18am |
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well i like them all. no need to patronize you with faulty words of commendation. i'm beginning to think that good poetry is indescribable....
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"Personal Hope"
Infinite possibilities run through my head In those precious moments when the phone rings. Cause and effect, every potential scenario, Analyzed through the complex algorithm Of my own creation to protect myself From any and all forms of rejection.
The perfect system that never fails, Will never let me make a wrong move, But the one flaw that bears witness to all, A quality that thrives in the human spirit, The wrench that tears my thoughts apart And crushes my analytical self to bits.
The one question that plagues the lonely, Could this be the one I'm waiting for? Is the love of my life waiting For me to pick up the ringing phone? I could be seconds away from finally Ending the torture that is living alone.
All the thinking your mind can do To protect your heart from future pain Cannot defeat the hope in your soul To finds its missing half And maybe, just maybe, That is the way it should be. |
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Here is another one. This one sort of came to me.
"Dream"
Lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, My wife resting comfortably next to me.
Visions of a reality of feeling Engulfs me in its world. I remember being cold, But here, it is warm like springtime.
A cloud covered sky and bright sunlight, Birds chirping in the trees, Young lovers kissing in a field. No sign of cars or screaming kids, No bosses yelling in my ear, No regret consuming my mind, No sadness infesting my heart. Just a feeling of peace In a scene of utter beauty and romance.
I know waking up is near, An unfortunate retreat back to the real world, In which this paradise will fade away Only to return in that moment When I see the love of my life Sleeping next to me tomorrow night With her arm draped over me And my hand stroking her hair.
The bliss that is watching her Transports me to an inspired place Of wonderous peace and heavenly beauty That takes over my heart when I'm alone with her. |
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Your "Dream" poem is just so beautiful, really it is. Your wife is one lucky lady...really moving piece, I bet she loved it. Andy xxx PS -Hope you are well and stuff...just saying my heys and hellos... |
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I am doing okay. My wife loves anything I write that's about her. I almost didn't post "Dream" because I didn't like it that much. Her reaction to it convinced me it was good.
Since I've been a little roll lately, I got another one. Perhaps I oughta slow down a bit before I burn myself out. Oh well. Worry about that later.
"I Do"
Because of you, I am complete. You exemplify what a best friend is But yet, you are much more than that, You mean so much more to me.
Enduring the trials life thrown at me Becomes easier when you're with me, Giving me the strength I need, Providing the hope I must have.
Before you, I was alone. Nobody cared about the wild child. I lived an empty existence Void of the emotions I now feel.
Meeting you was my rebirth, The start of a relationship I've come to depend on For care, compassion, and love.
My future, I place in your hands Because I trust you'll guide me right. No matter what our situation is, Our close bond will see us through.
In the darkest days, the endless nights, The light from your purity of heart Is where I will forever dwell Even when the sun shines bright.
For all the love you have shown me, My heart has a special place for you. With these familiar words, "I Do" I give you my mind, body, heart, and soul. |
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Don't you love early mornings!!!!! <<< Little happy I know this... better knock this off the guys at the gym might start to talk Anyways... I'm feeling anapestic today, woke up with a beautiful tune in my head that me and the guys wrote back in July and wanted to share it here. It's nothing much, just a song... it's a poem... but it's a song. I'll say it's a poem so it can stay here Number Numb: ------------------------------ You walk away - from the pain Hope is good - if hope is change Long goodbyes - with different lives I could see - a sudden surprise Deep inside - your tired eyes -- Maybe you should take a piece of me with you Cause I'd scream if I knew how to -- You needed more - than I could give And I wonder if - you wonder if And I wonder if - you wonder it All the time - passing by Plans we had - thrown away on another try All my fears through all my years Falling on the deaf ears of enyvy And I still can't keep it in me You walk away -- from all the pain A change in play -- taking shape The tears still drip -- so we take a sip Don't fear it -- cause you can't hear it It'll be here soon -- for you too son Love is all around -- most of mine, in the ground ---------------------- That's it... won't go into it much, but my heads all here... some might say otherwise though Balt~ Have a great day everyone, really mean that. |
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Cary -- Really powerful lyrics... I really enjoyed them! Hope to see more of your poems in this section. xxxx |
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Hey... always nice to see your face around here, always I'm glad you liked it... it's a pretty important piece to me. Problem is I find I write from bad rather than good and that's never good cause it's always bad... Have I just confussed the board here, I think that is I disagree. I kidd... hey, seriously though... thanks so so so much for the nod. It's a very general piece, could mean anything... to anyone... and at the same time nothing to no one. That's what's good about a good tune or a good poem. Balt~ P.S. |
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Quoted from Balt, posted November 15th, 2004, 2:51pm at hereProblem is I find I write from bad rather than good and that's never good cause it's always bad... P.S. |
LOL -- I do the same!! I won't post those poems up though, they're a bit dark and not quite the appropriate tone which suits this thread... right back at ya! |
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Devotion
For from a farther land of dreams she came, A winged beast to whom the North Wind tamed, With reddened feathered crown of glacial white That seemed to me forever in some flight
For mystery that shadows all desire And fetters every height that I aspire Is where she waits beyond the mortal reach, Away from blessed touch that I beseech
For ever names the Oracle foretold, Her name above from Heaven's kingdom stole, Was to be prized in eyes of those divine, From astral voids and endless shores of brine
One lone word from celestial pastures That will be her lips in dancing rapture Could fill a life in burning melody, Or stop a second in infinite
For dancing top the world in light ballet You fool well the throngs that strident bay And see but restless joy in solemn eyes That once mistaken forces on a guise
For though my heart leaps wildly as she goes, As though her blazing eyes were made of coals Then cut from smoky leash of brimstone burns Against my heart whose trepidations churn
There is naught but a language full of words To tell of how her presence like a spectral surge Would raise me as a phoenix from this world, To where she graces cloudy kingdoms pearled
How could the torment of a life I've only heard Inhabit beauty in a friend whose past is blurred By things unspoken that bespeak of pain, Despite the spoken words of bliss you feign
And yet she is my Little Bird aloft Who seems at worry to announce her scoffs To brighten hallowed walls each day we walk That lacking her in liquid night would stalk
For courage I have never known within And missing made my humble world spin, Renewed by such a spirit sailing high Could pry apart the clouds with light beside
And in embrace, lost in that lupine maze Of azure where my grievance is without a trace The mourning of the sun shall bleed no more, And gentle insight shall my hope restore
For this my only wish that grace bestowed Would star-like bright not hinder me as bold, So words scrawled here in silent requiem Could from a timid throat know carpe diem
And til' such bravery so slowly grown Forces me before the frost plumed falcon blown My words, my heart, my being here is writ And hand in hand with most kind goddess lit
I wonder if the faith that she engenders true She really knows, whose aura has imbued All who the honor suits to touch her skin, Of scales ivory reflecting that within
I've never known one like her, I confess, And choosing if I could, would without rest Spend til' the very Doom of baneful Man To know such holy warmth as is Men's plan
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Tough act to follow ParadoxialShaman or whatever the hell you spell it like... Like I said, tough act to follow cause your poem is so very real and so very good... actually... So, without the dress to impress, I won't even try to. This is a poem I wrote a few nights ago... I'm not really a poet or even an enthusiast to be one. I'm a song writer and sometimes I get idea's in my head to write a good tune or melody and the words come to me... they could be about something or someone in my life or... something or someone in another persons life... or even stranger than fiction here, the samething as the two people in seperate lives are feeling at the same time... I might need to write me a new script about that one... very Twilight Zone-like "do do do do do do do do" MIRACLE ----------- Miracle, you know you are one right doesn't matter how much you put up a fight a little wonder only I can see got you whenever or wherever I need you to be Miracle, so much more than a simple word my moment in life without the cost of worth a tiny voice inside my head making sense of what you said Miracle, a vision so many loose on sight but now, here you are, giving it back like the gift of life a subtle song only you could sing in a world full of meaning only you could bring So here you are, here I am, once apart but together we stand you make up everything I wanted to be and even some that wasn't me take my hand, my miracle written in the sand and shine brightest tonight for you are the brightest miracle in my life --------------------------------------------- Not much... but heart felt all the same... Now I better get the hell out of this room before I become one of them repeat posters with thousands and thousands of poems and songs in here. Balt~ Good thoughts all. |
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I hope everybody had a great Thanksgiving. I collaborated with my wife on this one.
"Destiny"
I caught your wandering eye And I do not know why. What part of me Made me seem special to you.
To notice me while many others Fight for a second of your attention, Showering you with so much flattery. Why am I the special one?
I gave up before I even began All because I had no chance, Being that I am below ordinary, Far from average, less than common.
I am just a shadow people step on, Ignored, left in my own isolation. Nothing more than an image One sees and quickly forgets.
I don't get it, why me? Of all the guys in the world, You connected with me, You kissed me, not any of them.
All watched in stunned amazement As the girl of their physical desires Passed them by and embraced The one who saw into her heart.
I've always known your beauty on the outside Was surpassed by the goodness you carry inside, But I never expected that you would ever Give me the time of day, or even spot me.
A great and wonderful surprise That is you opening the door And letting me into your heart, Proving my beliefs wrong.
The moment I saw into your soul, Through your hypnotizing eyes, Life became as clear as glass, A vision of self changed altogether.
The angel of my life, The girl I always loved, Finally entered my life, And completed me.
In this moment, one that won't ever end, I have fulfilled a long, hard journey. Gone from unnoticed and even ridicule To becoming the envy of all who walk the earth.
In this moment, the world stops spinning, Time stands still as the dance starts Everything freezes as truth reveals itself. We are meant for each other.
You, the girl now in my arms, Where I always envisioned you will be. Letting you go will never happen, And my love for you will never cease.
I am finally alive, Awakened by your touch, Energized by your words, Weakened by your kiss.
Destiny works mysteriously Understanding no longer needed, Results is what matters, And ours will be beautiful, much like you are. |
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Tossing my laptop across the room While the wife laughs at my displeasure. Words are getting blurry As the clock strikes 2 a.m. And I feel like I haven't slept in days.
So this is why I quit before, I seemed to have forgotten, The frustrations of writing And the headaches of creativity That aspirin cannot chase away And alcohol just makes it worse.
I picked up a pen, Turned on my computer, And began combining words That will mean something to someone, Or at least, I hope it will, And that will be my reward.
When the process is over, My work is complete, My minds vision printed on paper, The pride I will feel Will make the tedious process Worth my while.
The headaches will pass, The frustrations won't last. The passion I had lost, I found in a cherished memory That serves as my inspiration, Which fuels my personal motivation.
When the script is done, Partying will commence, And fun I will have. Then it all starts over, Back to square one And I wouldn't change a thing. |
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Not been in here awhile. Forgive me, Rob? I see you're still at it. Good! And so I post. This is truly from the confines of my heart. It's how I feel about a member who has been gone awhile. "Delirious on the Astral Plane" Broken Fragmented Unconscionable Thoughts I can’t compress I hurt so fucking badly You can’t begin to conceive The "darkness" (Miss Anna Paquin...) This pit This nightmare It plagues me day in And day out I dream lucid dreams Where I know I’m awake But asleep And I know if I just reach out Far enough Your fingertips will brush mine Like spearheads of lightning Two hundred thousand volts Because what we had was Beyond electric Or couldn’t you feel it That kiss Or was it imagined And if I imagined it Were you imagining it too Because I wasn’t alone I tasted you You were like alcohol You were like chocolate You were like arsenic Seeping through my willing Orbicularis oris You covered my tongue in Artificial cherry syrup flavored Saliva Your skin like ripe watermelon Soft Luscious and slick I wanted to devour you Before the summer’s end But like a child without clothing You ran away You ran inside Before I could see you - Maybe to hurt me Maybe to hurt you It’s the spell you cast The lack of oxygen You left me spun on Dizzy The intravenous tube you withdrew Before my awakening The hit I just need one more of And then I’ll stop I promise - If I never swear on my own life again... I need you. I need you. I need you. |
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Me and a buddy of mine just finished this song... not even 2 hours ago. I've been bleeding my fingers dry on the keyboard for a better half of this week on the right chords for it, but it turned out great... It's the best song I've ever written, imo. 2 vocal tracks - 3 guitar tracks - 1 keyboard track and 4 drum loops later~ This is a song, not a poem, and I know you poem guys and gal's are like WTF? but where is the love, I wonder where is the love as I deploy myself in inner pitty for a moment... but I just keep keepin' my mouth shut around here. << again... Alright, this is about letting go of and moving on with and being without someone you sometimes don't wanna be without or maybe someone you've been with and wonder why they don't treat you like you sometimes wish you could be treated... It's a good piece. CLING: ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Open your mind The soulition to a problem Evolution of chemical science How I wish they'd take it back Even if you didn't need the slack I just can't seem to get you back I went to bed with the thought of you inside me I woke to the devil you see inside me Tellin' me the lies you told too many times before Why do you hate me When you don't even know me I think someday you might even show me~ Your eyes, I wanna see your beautiful eyes, like a million fire flies in the midnight summer skies Your smile, I wanna see your beautiful smile, like a million stars in deep dark space -- all across -- Your face, I wanna see your beautiful face, like a million colors I swear I've never even seen before Eye to eye, I wanna see you eye to eye, why can't we ever see eye to eye We drive all night long The rain like daggers in my brain Who's right and who's wrong Who's to blame and who's hidin' everything Why do you hate me When you don't even know me I think someday you might even show me~ Your eyes, I wanna see your beautiful eyes, like a million fire flies in the midnight summer skies Your smile, I wanna see your beautiful smile, like a million stars in deep dark space -- all across -- Your face, I wanna see your beautiful face, like a million colors I swear I've never even seen before Eye to eye, I wanna see you eye to eye, why can't we ever see eye to eye......//>>> As we go on~ Time slowly moves us along~ At a crawl~ I fly from the wall~~ The answer to your problem~ Communication is our only salvation~ And We both hold the key~ Talk to me, baby just talk to me~ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alright, MERRY CHRISTMAS and g'nite and peace and all that stuff you know we'll never get. C.K. Good thoughts~ |
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After a pretty ... messed up day of emotions and commotions, I came home tonight and picked up the guitar and pounded out these lyrics on my own, without the band... It's in G for all and any guitarist It's about a day with someone you had and don't no more, for whatever reason, maybe yours... maybe their's... and you don't know how to deal with the fact of being friends afterall you've been thru, so you do everything you can to keep it all together in the end. It's not that you want them back, but maybe they want you back but are too afraid to jump to it for fear of getting hurt again. So you try and make it right in the end... I dunno... I write, I think, I play music and I have a lot of stuff in my head at all times... this is a pretty important piece or will be once Jay and the others get in it. I said I'd never post anything that "I" thought was shit here, so far that holds up... even though it was wrote in an hour on butterfly notebook paper, LOL "don't ask" It's called -- WATCH ME AS I GO: "well for right now anyways, the others might stick their two cents in, LOL" ------------------ I see you here Standing there, so very real, so very clear But I still can't feel you, no I still can't hear you I just wanna be near you, like we used to be So baby please, won't you hear me Take the fear that you gave me Throw it away Pick it up some other day Cause we don't need it anymore, anyways Just throw it all away ~ Tell me what we're all about Tell me what we're all about Tell me what we're all about Without the guilt of doubt Without the feeling of wanting out~ So figure me out Tell me not to shout, tell me that we're gonna sort this out Cause I gotta lot to make up for, just gimme one more.... try This time I'll get it right Make the changes that you need Be the man you want me to be I'm on my knees, bleeding for you... for you... for you...! Soooooooo- Watch me as I go Swim to a place that I do not know When the whispers turn to violence And your jokes turn to silence I'll stand by your side and watch as we call out In a shout... In a shout... in a shout... in shout We got it right, we got it wrong, we got it right and we got it wrong, tell me that I still belong, tell me that I still belong, tell me that I still belong... That I belong Soooooooo- Watch me as I go Soooooooo- Watch me get it right Soooooooo- Watch me as I go Soooooooo- Watch me get it right, get it right, get it right, get it right Watch me as I go and get it right~ ----------------------------------- Alright, no more bothering from me, you'll have. Hope you liked it, it's not a POEM, but I'm not a poem guy either, LOL M.E. |
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The Man With The Spear in His Side
His Last request insurmountable Evidence of his disillusionment Possibly a psychological disorder
He believed until his last breath He would save us all with his ideas Delusions of Grandeur
What would be his greatest achievement Also a mortal weakness His belief in the Afterlife
With the spear still in his side
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JCahill, why do I recall reading another poem of yours some time back... But you drift in and out, yeah? I want to say I liked that very much. Very heroic and uplifting. I think of our troops overseas when I read that. That's quite good. Very strong imagery. Balt, I dig your lyrics quite a bit. I wish I could hear some of your music. It's easy to read what you have written as a poem, and there was another guy here - Anthony Royle (where are u lately, ant?) - who also plays guitar (I believe) and wrote some song lyrics on another thread. We should have more lyricists in this thread... Rob, how's it going? Congrats again on your scholar award. Thanks SO much for the previous compliments. You're such a gem. I hope your year is going really great thus far! Please tell Crystal I say hello. |
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Lesley, wow. I just emailed you like 5 seconds ago.
Thanks for the congrats. I just mailed my bio to them, officially accepting the award and this time, I ordered their yearbook. Things have going to really good so far. I'm back in class. Yeepeee!!!! I'll tell Crystal you said hi. |
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Leslyjl21, Yeah, I come to visit every once in awhile. I have most of my time taken up by useless stuff like Organic Chemistry so I don't have time to visit as much. About the poem you refer to, it wasn't meant to be uplifting and "in support of the troops". I wrote it as a reaction to men fighting stupid wars over archaic ideas like, "good and evil" or "God vs Devil". Not that I don't support our troops...I just don't support killing of any sorts. Anyways, thanks for the comment.
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I woke up about 15 minutes ago to the last ring of a telephone downstairs, in a cold chill from a nightmare and my problematic eyes... "long story"
It's not much on paper but means the world in sound... and in meaning, believe me.
GONE ------------------------------ Hey you ... wake up you... it's not so bad If only you could see what I see, that makes you like me then you wouldn't be sooooo sad
~ You hate me but you need me You kill me but you feel me Your eyes are like knives, single thoughts of suicide I need a check right outta this place I need an open vien, someplace to take away the pain Will you let me take you home We'll forget the scars of being all alone Will you let me make you belong We'll forget the hate you've hated all along~
What's inside you that makes you seem like me I can't believe what I see that makes you like me Your thoughts they are real and your feelings I still feel but I just can't believe that you're gone
Hey you... I get you... it's not so bad, so wake up, cause someday we'll get it right
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Like I said not much on paper and it's not a poem but it's a lot of feeling. I can say that 2004 wasn't the best year tragic events are good and bad vices... they make us feel like different mice than the men we are sometimes.
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Quoted from Balt, posted January 14th, 2005, 4:48am at hereI woke up about 15 minutes ago to the last ring of a telephone downstairs, in a cold chill from a nightmare and my problematic eyes... "long story" |
Woops, sorry about that! At least the nightmare was over.... right? Those are some very powerful emotions in there, really. You have a natural flair for expressing your feelings, and each one of your pieces I've read has reached me and touched me deeply. Hope to see more of you in this section, you do it so well... |
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Hey sweetie How's you doin there? This is a song me and the guys just finished up about 2 weeks ago and it sounds pretty good... very James sounding, which is what I really was going for. We worked on this one, well K.K. you actually heard a bit of it if you remember. Anyways it's, again, nothing special to most. BRITTLE HEART -------------------------- All the words that spill Over the brim till they get to him again and again I can't believe the pain I can't believe the hurting You put me thru so much of the same it gets too much sometimes and Sometimes it gets to feeling bad means good and good is something we misunderstood ~ I'm hating what we're faking Man I bet you're shaking Will we ever stop this fighting Even when we're dying 1st you're gonna shimmer then you're gonna turn You'll spiral for a second and then you're gonna learn ~ All the time we lost Took a piece of your precious britle heart It wasn't much but it was a start We tried to stop the bleeding Always so much bleeding Sometimes it gets to feeling bad means good and good is something we misunderstood ~ I'm hating what we're faking Man I bet you're shaking Will we ever stop this fighting Even when we're dying 1st you're gonna shimmer then you're gonna turn You'll spiral for a second and then you're gonna learn~ When we were simple... made of stone I could skip rocks off your brittle heart and find my way home I remember when no one could get in my how you've changed with the season Good little tune... now does anyone wanna give me a reccord deal? No... oh, ok LOL! Good thoughts~ C.K. |
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Hey, it's my favourite person in the whole world! How you doin'? Wow, I love Brittle Heart! So much so I have a copy of it at work, really really great stuff there, can't wait to hear it with the music, yeah yeah yeah!! LOL! Here's one from me to you~ but you know this though In just one second I feel your heart In two seconds flat it feels like we’re apart Three seconds more I bleed for you here Four seconds pass, I shed a tear Why can’t you be here where I lay? Why can’t you feel me all through the day? I love you from afar, I love you right here, I love the way you take away the fear. I am your only one and so much more, You are my life and it is you I adore. When is it right to hold you tight? When can we just be, without the fight? I still stand here, lay here, curled up and cry, I still want you; no need you in my life, without you I’d die. Missing you is all I can do Loving you alone just to see us through, Counting down the days till we are an us, Living a lifetime till those seconds pass. x KK x |
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It's been a while since I posted a poem. Here's another one from me.
“Night”
The sun sets at day's end, All the shadows fade away. The moon and countless stars Fill the gorgeous night sky.
All the commotion Of a typical day, Rests once the sun disappears And the night begins its reign.
Shopping malls and other stores Are void of all activity. No one shops for shoes or clothes, They're home, watching TV.
Little kids sleep in their beds While their parents do you know what. Sleepovers and late night snacks, Common families and their routines.
Single guys and gals Invade the bars and clubs. Drinking parties and wild fun Destined to end in a hotel room.
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La la la la la la la la la la I had to get one more in before I dart off to the gym... This is an old song I wrote, one of my 1st... it's not my worst, but the women it's about was about the worst. I kidd... I do... I kidd... She was nice, she warrented a song, I suppose she ammounts to something to someone, just not me no more SHE's MY WOUND --------------------------- Ooooh, She's my wound, my world, my woman, my rock and my level So easily she takes and likes to let go Got all the friends you wished you could know A dove on her shoulder an angel as her devil How'd that go again... Ooooh, She's like walking on air in here Got her ruby red lips and the soul to eclipse She's everything you wish you had Nothing you wish was bad I'm laying it down for you, yeah you 11:11, six and seven's friends All on the table now Finding ways to spend what I've already cashed in (FLANGER VOICE FX) Oooooh whooooo Oooooh whooooo ~ How can you Be so cruel When all you feel Has no truth And how can you Be so low When all you know You've gotta let go And she's got problems We've all got problems A weapon to the wound Just help me solve them Ooooh whooooo Ooooh whooooo Oooooooo whooooo ~ Ooooh, She takes what she's given and then she wants forgiven Got a fist full of cards in her favor and lost'em to her savior She's a face you love Something from up above Numbers of luck for you Believe in her, she'll get you thru And we're breaking rules Following you... man what fools (FLANGER VOICE FX) Ooooh whooo Ooooh whooo ~ I fell in love When I found this place Empty tears Stream down your face You ask me now To be around Be your ticket Out of town And she needs a friend To love again And she needs a plan A helping hand And if she's the one She needs no one She's my wound She's my wound Yeah, she's my wound... she's my wound Oooooh whoooo Oooooh whoooo Oooooh whoooo ~ ------------------- Baltis~ Take care~ |
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Hell, I might not post for a few days so I better get my licks in and get my kicks cashed in, right This is a song about the end of my 7 year relationship... I wrote it last year though and the break up was about 2 years ago... Dealing with feelings is better when you get them out ya know? I got the best band mates and friends in it we can do this open without the fear of regret or contempt. The look on the face of the women in question when she 1st heard it was priceless though, it really was... even more so cause she really loved the song. So it was win win for me, LOL ~ CAN't TAKE ANYTHING AWAY FROM YOU: -------------------------------------------------------------- This was me and that was you I lost it then and I need it now When you were on top and I just couldn't stop I'm not myself but i'm still being me ~Girl you know I couldn't take anything away from you And no, you know I couldn't take away from you I know I couldn't take anything away from you ~ Can we get over what we're feeling I see your eyes drift across my ceiling Yeah, you could see it too I still wonder all about you You know I still wonder all about you Where you've been, who's been in and where we begin again ~ Girl you know I couldn't take anything away from you And no, you know I couldn't take away from you I know I couldn't take anything away from you~ I remember once where I slept You kept me up all night keeping me alright I had visions in my head, everything bad that could be said was said But you loved me and you understood me and that's what's good see Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah that's what's good see ~ You know I couldn't take anything away from you You know I couldn't take away from you ~ So tell me what we're gonna be in 5 to 10 Will I never see you again Will I ever speak to speak and hear nothing Baby our best days have died and took me with them ~ And I know... I couldn't take anything away from you And you know... I couldn't take anything away from you And I know... I couldn't take away from you ~ Cause I felt you and I feel you and there are just too many things you cannot mend ---------------- Baltis~ Good thoughts~ P.S. Signing out for a few days~ |
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metaphorical, obtuse, obscure....deep.
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As fish converge against rippled perversion of their world Towards a timid lure that breaks the surface of a common sea The sunken angel drowned by madness of the finned flock hurled Would ever sink to watered grave of fettered apathy
For mortal tastes are cursed to splash against the shores but once And then forever dimmed are shadowed pedestals of virgin incident However dense the reel to the hooked eyes of suitors that she hunts That humbled by a brevity of interest turns as penitent
Then as a soft wings of charcoal in a blistering pool of liquid night Identity confirmed by placid ruling of such anonymity What is a name, if not for prejudice and blame in fruitless fight When all we are becomes a tethered moth of mankind's misery
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How's my kit kat doin' Thanks for the poem, I'm sorry I'm just getting around to responding... as you know it's been a bit hectic as of late, but things are getting back to normal... I hope so anyways I wrote this in return for you, K.K. and I want you to know I missed you being around a great deal~ Thanks so much for everything you've ever done for me and thanks for being there for me thru so so much now... really. M.I.S.S. K.K. -------------- The words of one can mean many things Sometimes they can be everything Sometimes they can be nothing Most of the time they just mean something Mine to you is one thing and that is Love You can try to understand it Hold it and fold it but never can you controll it It's a feeling, love is a feeling Some are handed it Some are granted it Some are even stranded in it Me I live in it I live in it everyday Lucky me Though most don't ever get a chance to see I see expressions, so clear and so true You can change the mood in the bluest of down rooms You have this gift, you should see it as I do So I say to you now I am going to do do what I can do and be who I can be I will sing it out loud and shout it out proud Is it enough to get me thru With hearts as strong as ours... it's go to --------------------------------------- It's not much... I know, but again... I'm a song guy and POEMS are not my thing... this is what I had in my head after the week I had... so I hope you like it K.K. Good thoughts~ C.K. |
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Hey honey! I Love the poem so much, WOW!
Really am very touched by it, and already read it more than a few times at work today....
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Since I was woke up by the most beautiful voice in the world awhile ago... I thought I'd get some writing done and since I've got some pressing problems going on right now... I thought what better way to get some feelings out the door than to post another set of song lyrics from my band and I. This is a song called ENDLESS and was wrote back over last christmas, not the one that just past but the one before >> Now I do feel old Is 26 old? lol~ ENDLESS: ------------------------------------ We chased them broken dreams Had a million and one things that kept you coming back to me You knew what you wanted but you got what you didn't You can say good bye to me tonight Just don't let me out of your sight I'm gonna be turning around and around and around and around looking at you, looking at me ~ The weather will change your face The love will loose it's taste Your pain is for free A beauty that's beyond your skin deep It's in you Is it in me too Cause I'm in the ground... I'm in the ground... I'm in the ground... watching you, watching me drown ~ You're chasing dreams we cannot keep Falling down to fall asleep And I'm a stranger in your eyes And a stranger in your heart I'm a stranger till we meet Standing on my own two feet Oooooh don't say this is goodbye.... Oooooh don't say this is goodbye ------------------------------------ Kinda fits some things going on... not a poem, but a song... the beat is like this. Da - Dum - Da Dum ===break==== da da da da du du du du da da da dum -- << For any and all drum Wizards >> then it goes into a flanger chorus that really kicks ass and never lets up... good little tune and I just happen to read it while looking for my Manor Morgue file just minutes ago... It's in my favorite key of C BALTIS~ Good thoughts~ |
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Tsunami Envy
Angry at the great tragedy Or lack thereof, perhaps Events that make our lives significant Wanting for something to fill the void Where drama once stood Normalcy, boredom persists now As Americans We envy those in the spotlight Secretly wishing a tragedy A disaster to make our lives meaningful So we wait in eager anticipation For next September |
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It's been a while since I last posted a poem here. It's been a while since anyone's posted a poem here. Here's another one of mine. It has no title.
Nothing but heartbreak around every turn. Every relationship ends before they begin. How I feel so empty deep inside Ever since we parted ways.
Is it possible to turn back the clock And relive the terrible moments Of our past transgressions and mistakes, Those regretful choice we both made?
We could have forgiven each other If we gave forgiveness a second chance, Instead of throwing away years of joy. We could have held on to our love.
I saw you yesterday afternoon, Strolling at the mall, in another's arms. You looked unhappy, dissatisfied, Your gorgeous smile swept away.
You weren't laughing, nor having fun, Or it didn't look like it to me. Oh, how I wish it was me holding you, I still think I can make you smile.
I was tempted to approach you And apologize for the things I did, But I couldn't, I was too afraid, I was never afraid of you before.
I watched you leave by yourself After screaming at the one who held you, So much anger in your voice, Were you having the same trouble as I?
I didn't follow you, I was still trembling, Because of the fear that paralyzed me. I should have chased after you And begged you to take me back.
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Full CircleYou used to make all my dreams come true, but our last call left me black and blue. You took me to my highest heights, you pulled me to my lowest low and you ain't got one ounce of remorse or sorrow. Keep raking up memories so true for me and all games to you, telling me daily I love you, I love you... Now you love another and you knew it for all time, she might be your new queen but she'll never know your rhyme. You had it all, you lost even more, You'll never know love like this again, that's for sure. Why you did this, only you will know, cause you can't bring me the truth today or even tomorrow. I don't love what I got, its already gone, but was it ever there? You just leave me alone in despair, yet always saying pain is what you'd spare... You did a good number on my heart and you always could, right from the start. ------>> This one means a lot to me right now. Really does. Andy (Cap'n Andy to some of you ) |
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Bruised and beat, my what a treat, got me spinning and swirling, my stomach still churning,
I can’t take it no more, all the pain; my heart’s so sore. I gotta get out of this place, I gotta leave now, gotta save face.
We went from A to B then ended at Z, why can’t you heal me, set me free? I wish you’d explain, some closure, some thought For me, for old times, cause you loved me, or not?
My world ended that day and I wish I could go back. Why can’t we go back?
Soulless, alone, my mate has now flown.
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