A Poem Thread

Discussion in 'Art & Culture' started by Angelus, Nov 9, 2002.

  1. YinyangDK Registered Senior Member

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    FLUX / The world around us.

    The world is a flux of ones and zero’s,
    Nothing is wrong except your perception.
    Everything is changing and still the pattern is the same.
    The world is a box with in a box, within a box within a box….

    To wander in the world of your mind.
    To dream while still awake.
    To stand still while moving
    To move while standing still.
    (take your pill)

    The world is flux of good and evil,
    But what is good and what is not?
    It is up to you to make the decision
    Everything is wrong except your perception.

    To wander in the world of your mind.
    To dream while still awake.
    To stand still while moving
    To move while standing still.

    The world is a flux, and so are you.
    Everything moves and stands still.
    Dreams are reality and reality are dreams.
    Your dreams are reality.
    Realize you are awake.
     
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  3. Steve100 O͓͍̯̬̯̙͈̟̥̳̩͒̆̿ͬ̑̀̓̿͋ͬ ̙̳ͅ ̫̪̳͔O Valued Senior Member

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    One fine day in the middle of the night
    Two dead men got up to fight
    Back to back they faced each other
    Drew their swords and shot each other

    One was blind and the other couldn't see
    So they picked out a dummy for a referee
    A blind came to watch them
    A deaf and dumb bobby to shout "hooray!"

    A legless horse passing by
    Kicked the blind man in the eye
    That knocked him through a nine inch wall
    Into a dry ditch and drowned them all
     
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  5. Vkothii Banned Banned

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    My Garden

    You imagine
    You are here
    And you hear sounds and noises
    You hear beyond a thunder
    It is not from the hooves of horses but more distant

    Around there is a garden
    Birds with exotic voices make their sounds ring in its inner space
    You listen, there is another ring, another
    A singing that is but a subtle shade like dappled leaves of every colour

    Can you speak, or sing back to these voices you can hear
    Calling you to listen
    There is no expectation
    Than that you listen
    You can hear it clearly
     
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  7. synthesizer-patel Sweep the leg Johnny! Valued Senior Member

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    A pointy bird
    apointy pointy

    Anoint my head
    Anointy nointy
     
  8. Steve100 O͓͍̯̬̯̙͈̟̥̳̩͒̆̿ͬ̑̀̓̿͋ͬ ̙̳ͅ ̫̪̳͔O Valued Senior Member

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    What noise annoys an oyster most?
    A noisy noise annoys an oyster most.

    I love tongue twisters.
     
  9. Vkothii Banned Banned

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    Watch for seagulls when walking along waterfront.

    Or lollygagging on the littoral.
     
  10. Steve100 O͓͍̯̬̯̙͈̟̥̳̩͒̆̿ͬ̑̀̓̿͋ͬ ̙̳ͅ ̫̪̳͔O Valued Senior Member

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    Haven't heard that word in ages. It is such a great word as well. Thank you.
     
  11. Vkothii Banned Banned

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    "O oysters, come and play with us!"
    the Walrus did beseech
    "A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
    along the briny beach...?"
    but answer came there none
    And this was scarcely odd because
    they'd eaten every one

    --Lewis Carroll

    p.s. I think they went looking for mushrooms in the lupins, at this apointy of t' anointy.
     
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  12. CIEan Registered Member

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    My haiku:

    A lush green forest,
    In it, a white little stone,
    Crack, a snake comes out.
     
  13. Vkothii Banned Banned

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    I can't really post this lot in Phys&Math; it's about certain Maxwellian entities - why photons aren't discontinuous, and why charge needs a bit of mass, but so what? Well, my poetic license means I can drive this:

    ...elastic electrons process their possibilities
    and project their perfluid patters
    upon the placidly perturbed surface
    of a sea that has a dimension
    which Mr. Maxwell sees
    ...spinning lazily forever
    with the longest waves they can find
    in every available direction
    but at any time.
     
  14. jessiej920 Shake them dice and roll 'em Valued Senior Member

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    Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World!
    You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled
    Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring
    The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
    Beauty grown sad with its eternity
    Made you of us, and of the dim grey sea.
    Our long ships loose thought-woven sails and wait,
    For God has bid them share an equal fate;
    And when at last defeated in His wars,
    They have gone down under the same white stars,
    We shall no longer hear the little cry
    Of our sad hearts, that may not live nor die

    W.B. Yeats

    Love that poem!
     
  15. jessiej920 Shake them dice and roll 'em Valued Senior Member

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    Dark Secrets

    Night beckons at my window
    With fingers of icy bone
    Shall death be upon my dreams,
    While I’m lying here alone?
    Shadows do follow me
    In the crevasses of my mind
    Whisperings behind my eyes
    cold tremors up my spine
    And here I lay so silently
    This dark upon my skin
    To feel my blood still rushing
    My breath still flowing in
    Do dreams blend with reality
    When night comes to your door?
    The sigh of blurring landscapes
    Whispers across the floor
    Silently, against my pillow
    I rest my weary head
    Yet the mind pulses savagely
    When one is talking to the dead

    By yours truly
     
  16. Vkothii Banned Banned

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    the forest

    here, along the hills
    where great trees
    nurse their broken limbs
    against each other

    and in sanctity
    secrets old as time
    are whispered
    and not heard
     
  17. Avatar smoking revolver Valued Senior Member

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    [Avabrain goodnight mixup]

    I'm dedicated to the mysterious, mysterious voice in my head,
    in screams in my brain, it screams me to scream,
    it screams me to dream
    the mysterious, mysterious dream
    which gives the world a 10 dimensional spin,
    nothing quite as the 10 dimensional face of god -
    she's the one!

    She is in a temple below the desert sand,
    she's the one
    in a cave where shamans fall
    then turn to fossils and stone,
    in a cave where dead shamans sleep awake
    together with the goddess in her sarcophagi of the universal dream;
    gotta see to believe it's real, but I swear
    cross my crumbling heart with two bones of my fingers, see!
     
  18. hug-a-tree Live the life Registered Senior Member

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    Daddy -Sylvia Plath

    You do not do, you do not do
    Any more, black shoe
    In which I have lived like a foot
    For thirty years, poor and white,
    Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.

    Daddy, I have had to kill you.
    You died before I had time---
    Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
    Ghastly statue with one grey toe
    Big as a Frisco seal

    And a head in the freakish Atlantic
    Where it pours bean green over blue
    In the waters off beautiful Nauset.
    I used to pray to recover you.
    Ach, du.

    In the German tongue, in the Polish town
    Scraped flat by the roller
    Of wars, wars, wars.
    But the name of the town is common.
    My Polack friend

    Says there are a dozen or two.
    So I never could tell where you
    Put your foot, your root,
    I never could talk to you.
    The tongue stuck in my jaw.

    It stuck in a barb wire snare.
    Ich, ich, ich, ich,
    I could hardly speak.
    I thought every German was you.
    And the language obscene

    An engine, an engine
    Chuffing me off like a Jew.
    A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.
    I began to talk like a Jew.
    I think I may well be a Jew.

    The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna
    Are not very pure or true.
    With my gypsy ancestress and my weird luck
    And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack
    I may be a bit of a Jew.

    I have always been scared of *you*,
    With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.
    And your neat mustache
    And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
    Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You---

    Not God but a swastika
    So black no sky could squeak through.
    Every woman adores a Fascist,
    The boot in the face, the brute
    Brute heart of a brute like you.

    You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
    In the picture I have of you,
    A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
    But no less a devil for that, no not
    Any less the black man who

    Bit my pretty red heart in two.
    I was ten when they buried you.
    At twenty I tried to die
    And get back, back, back to you.
    I thought even the bones would do.

    But they pulled me out of the sack,
    And they stuck me together with glue.
    And then I knew what to do.
    I made a model of you,
    A man in black with a Meinkampf look

    And a love of the rack and the screw.
    And I said I do, I do.
    So daddy, I'm finally through.
    The black telephone's off at the root,
    The voices just can't worm through.

    If I've killed one man, I've killed two---
    The vampire who said he was you
    and drank my blood for a year,
    Seven years, if you want to know.
    Daddy, you can lie back now.

    There's a stake in your fat, black heart
    And the villagers never liked you.
    They are dancing and stamping on you.
    They always *knew* it was you.
    Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.
     
  19. CarpetDiem Burnin' hours, season days Registered Senior Member

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    To be and not to see; that is the answer
     
  20. jessiej920 Shake them dice and roll 'em Valued Senior Member

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    Unanswers

    What makes a soul a soul?
    A darkened night?
    A candle flame? Shattered glass
    Upon a shadowed windowpane?
    What calls the blood? A whisper, a wind?
    A burning, longing, aching,
    twisting savagely within?
    What invades?
    Drags deep your senses?
    What rips and claws and splits your heart?
    The night licking upon your skin?
    Or the soul that fell apart?
     
  21. jessiej920 Shake them dice and roll 'em Valued Senior Member

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    Dear Daddy

    Dear Daddy, I love you.
    It might sound crazy, I know.
    Yet maybe you just never believed enough,
    Not just in love, Daddy, but in me.
    Dear Daddy, I'm crying, crying down so deep inside.
    Way down until it feels like my soul is tearing.
    Please don't let it tear me in two, Daddy!
    Dear Daddy, you don't know me.
    Maybe if you just opened your eyes; opened your arms,
    drew me in, instead of pushing me away.
    Shit, Daddy, I just put a gram of coke and heroin up my nose...
    What are you going to do...?
    I just ate half your medicine cabinet...
    I just found your stash and drank it all the way down...it was sooo good.
    The X, the liquor, the drugs are like a fire in my veins that won't stop burning!
    And shit, Daddy, I just drank a whole fifth of Redrum and can't...walk...straight
    I can't get fucking anywhere!!!
    Would you catch me if I fell, Daddy? I don't think so.
    Dear Daddy, I think I am a REALLY big fuck-up.
    I can't even get my head clean and clear and right.
    And I keep hurting people! I keep fucking hurting people!
    I keep hurting you.
    So won't you please just shoot me, Daddy?
    Because I think I'm just like you!
    Like grandfather and father, just wallowing in the vapor...
    In the poisonous cloud of liquid oblivion
    Until I'm drowning in your blood.
    Your barely controlled anger, Daddy. Like a rubber band,
    That...just...might...SNAP!
    Shit, ain't that like me?
    You look at me and you see yourself, Daddy.
    You hate the shadow that hovers. You push me away.
    Dear Daddy...
    I love you.
     
  22. disease Banned Banned

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    Life with ghosts

    Night
    when it shows me, as I sit and wait, talking incessantly, inanely to my friend who falls asleep as I babble.

    The guide
    moves me as my thready pulse blinks, like a dim light; I leave the hut and walk, alone in a vast and hidden world, which is not seen lest the guide takes you.

    A world
    in a night that is dark and old, the guide tells, warning of unpleasantness.

    I walk
    along a beach; I wonder what might be in the black water beyond the low surf, that pocks and rumbles quietly to itself.

    I see
    many dead under my feet, the way across is foreboding; the deep beckons, yet the way is dark.

    I do not see
    that I could walk over the death laid before me, to the deep water where the Spirit's world is.

    I leave
    the beach; I do not look back at the dark, or the water where light will always reach; it is black and dark because it has no light, there is none in its vastness.

    I know
    as I walk toward the Sun, that I need only look down, far enough, to see: though every surface is alighted, the Deep and its dark lurk there, they shadow my every step.

    The Spirit
    where it leaves the great Deep, moving along a darkened shore, must walk across the Dead.

    The Spirit is you.
     
  23. draqon Banned Banned

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    Every breath I take for space
    Through flowers to stars road lies above
    made of screeching metal burning
    through complex math developed
    every venture not a struggle
    every minute made of previous

    Life tomorrow will be changed forever
    Space reborn from dreams forsaken
    Stars in our eyes reflecting
    Stars that we can touch at last

    Life tomorrow, is rebirth forever
    Fear nothing, my son sleeping
    Future will be born from here

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