A Poem Thread

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

  1. Trooper Secular Sanity Valued Senior Member

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    This is what I think…
    I desperately need to add a link…

    Please excuse me just this time…
    For throwing out a crappy rhyme…

    Poetry, is this what you mean?
    Who cares? It’s my lucky thirteen…

    To the forum rules I must cater…
    With a post count of twenty or greater…
     
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  3. Bert Registered Member

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    can i put a story in this thread? or do i have to make a separate thread?
     
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  5. cosmictraveler Be kind to yourself always. Valued Senior Member

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    I'd think this is for poems only.
     
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  7. cosmictraveler Be kind to yourself always. Valued Senior Member

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    Whose woods these are I think I know.
    His house is in the village, though;
    He will not see me stopping here
    To watch his woods fill up with snow.
    My little horse must think it queer
    To stop without a farmhouse near
    Between the woods and frozen lake
    The darkest evening of the year.

    He gives his harness bells a shake
    To ask if there's some mistake.
    The only other sound's the sweep
    Of easy wind and downy flake.

    The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
    But I have promises to keep,
    And miles to go before I sleep,
    And miles to go before I sleep

    Robert Frost
     
  8. jessiej920 Shake them dice and roll 'em Valued Senior Member

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    My deep thoughts fail me as of late
    because it is all so surface
    each breath, ech smile, each beat of my very heart
    Is a reminder, a steady, pulsating voice that I am alive
    Alive and my soul is free like never before
    The thought of again donning my shell of misery
    Is so far gone; the gun no longer hovers
    The veins are clean and numb only when I choose
    My head feels like a prism, a shard; I am me
    Sharp, clear, focused, and for once
    Alive again
     
  9. ScaryMonster I’m the whispered word. Valued Senior Member

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    Mood Indigo

    The band played Mood Indigo, and a match
    strikes fire to the glitter of her eye,
    the vector glow shines a fierce spark; she
    draws in the silken mist of it.

    Her wraith smoke blows the desperate faces
    away, she’s always in motion and never at rest
    she swirls my blue vaulted imaginings.

    My hand rakes the morphed air, and she smiles
    and speaks to my fired heart, the harsh liquid of
    my blood burns a pointed glow.

    Two lights lost amongst the cool jazz and hushed
    cigarette murmurs; the breeze halts the thickened
    atmosphere as we greet the night, the moon
    following us home.

    And after the glow the wraith vapors rise again
    sending our spent lust to meet that lonesome maiden
    our mood indigo.
     
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  10. Acitnoids Registered Senior Member

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    In the Light of the Night
    .
    Once I had a girl who loved me
    We were never far apart
    We would lay on this shore oh her I adored
    In the light of the night from above.
    .
    It was here where she first said she loved me
    It was here where we shared our first kiss
    It was here where I asked her to marry me
    In the light of the night she said yes.
    .
    It was here on this spot where she told me
    We would soon be a family of three
    And I said to her "dear, you have nothing to fear"
    In the light of the night how she glowed.
    .
    Then that fateful day came along
    Something went wrong, I lost my son
    And the doctors came in and said
    "She hasn't much time, go say goodbye for the last."
    .
    I once had a woman who loved me
    My heart she had from the start
    But now I come here to shed all my tears
    In the light of the night I cry.
     
  11. John99 Banned Banned

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    no summer in the wintertime
     
  12. ScaryMonster I’m the whispered word. Valued Senior Member

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    Sill Cat.

    Sill Cat.

    My cat sits on the windowsill; hidden
    behind the venetian blind with an
    Egyptian eye he measures time.

    His honeyed hair rises as the reaper stalks
    by, “Not today, not today!” His golden
    eyes decry. The cats seen death off once
    again and even midian fears his name.

    What angels circle his cat brain? And demons
    all are put to shame, he cleans his fur and fears
    no pain, my cat died once and lived again!

    He sees the dead and knows their plight;
    they come to see him in the night.
    Their spectral lights glint once then die, he
    comforts all the ones who cry.

    And as dawn bursts, he seeks his wish, my
    long tailed cat want’s his can of fish!
    And then he’ll sit in window seat, fish
    breathed he’ll wait for still more souls to greet.

    Egyptian eyed he’ll measure time, forever in
    my fevered mind.
     
  13. Acitnoids Registered Senior Member

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    Let me sing you a song all about my disease.
    It makes me do things in multiples of three.
    And if you were to ask what's the matter with me,
    I would tap my right foot (tap, tap, tap) and say O.C.D.
    I place my belongings in parallel lines.
    If it's not a right angle it's wrong in my mind.
    So if you see me acting out please let me be,
    for I'm clapping my hands (clap, clap, clap) do to O.C.D.
    Singing I, I, I; I, I, I (start round) don't know oh why, why, why; why, why, why; why, why, why. I, I, I; I, I, I can't stop my mind, mind, mind; mind, mind, mind; mind, mind, mind (end round).
    I'll wash my hands at least three times an hour.
    I'll lather and rub and I'll scrub and I'll scour.
    But if someone comes in and they interrupt me,
    I will rinse and repeat do to my O.C.D. I will rinse and repeat do my O.C.D. I will rinse and repeat do to my O.C.D.
    .
    [Back Story: There is a guy at my work (one of the bosses sons) who suffers from obsessive compulsive disorder. His ticks and rituals piss off every employee in the shop, myself included. The thing is, I know he is sick so instead of letting myself get upset and ruining my day, I decided to write a little Irish diddie that I could sing to myself whenever I saw him wasting the companies money. I have to say, it has worked like a charm.]
     
  14. Trooper Secular Sanity Valued Senior Member

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    Good deal and good ditty!

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  15. Acitnoids Registered Senior Member

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    We are the holiday a hideaway from happiness.
    All here to live in pain, love in vain then fade away.
    Must have the emptiness, loneliness we feel inside.
    One day you'll know true peace but that won't be until you die.
    If humans knew what they're able to do.
    Creators of feeling shame. What we've learned will remain.
    It's up to you now choose how it comes through.
    Know how to sacrifice, take advice, they'll rejoice.
    (For) We are the holiday a hideaway from happiness.
    All here to live in pain, love in vain then fade away.
    Must have the emptiness, loneliness we feel inside.
    Only through misery can we know that we're alive.
    .
    [I wrote this twenty years ago, when I was thirteen.]
     
  16. cosmictraveler Be kind to yourself always. Valued Senior Member

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  17. RenaissanceMan RenaissanceMan Registered Senior Member

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    More "art."
     
  18. cosmictraveler Be kind to yourself always. Valued Senior Member

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  19. Acitnoids Registered Senior Member

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    Festivus For Evermore
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    Ooooh leave those trees outside your door
    we don't need yuletide logs no more
    for the rest of us knows what's in store
    it's Feativus for evermore.
    Gather round ye kindred souls
    the barren aluminum pole
    for it signifies all we oppose
    it's Feativus for evermore.
    Let the feast began, and air your grievances my friend.
    Miracles abound, mundane events yes they're allowed.
    With feats of strength we'll wrestle proud
    the household head down to the ground
    but when he get pinned by foe or friend
    then Festivus comes to an end.
     
  20. GeoffP Caput gerat lupinum Valued Senior Member

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    Simply beautiful. A tear came to my eye; possibly because I pulled out a nose-hair at the same time.
     
  21. sargentlard Save the whales motherfucker Valued Senior Member

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    My neighbor's grass was greener
    It gave him a bad demeanor
    But I can make it red
    If i take my gun and shoot him dead.

    Somewhere I have read
    If nothing nice is to be said
    Then do not say anything at all
    I should just shoot him in the head.

    He'll lay on his grassy bed
    With a sleeping pill made out of lead
    All is well as the worms rejoice
    Now they will be fed
    Oh how well they will be fed
    In the grass that is red
    Red red red

    His grass wil still be greener
    But much less cleaner
    His wife will scream in dread
    When she finds his first shred.

    In the end it's only grass
    But so much hate it has bred
    A man lies face down on floor
    I have since long fled
    For the grass I made red
    Red red red.

    But better thoughts should prevail
    Maybe him I have misread
    Be a brother to thy neighbor
    To him I'll offer to break bread
    Break only bread
    Not his sorry wrinkled head

    No matter how beautiful the shade of red
    Red red red.
     
  22. sargentlard Save the whales motherfucker Valued Senior Member

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    Well they call you a lady but you're a devil in a red dress.

    You got a face of a goddess but behind those eyes is where hell rests.

    Your motions could cause kings to come undone.

    Make empires fall with your serpant's tongue.

    Moving in ways that defy all convention.

    Happy now honey, you got our attention.
     
  23. sargentlard Save the whales motherfucker Valued Senior Member

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    My first sight was of my fathers eyes.
    Holding his heart, saying you're me

    My first love was my mother's touch.
    Flowing through me, warm and free.

    In my youth they dreamed a world for me.
    A world where love is the only creed.

    So now i stand with their strength in my hamds.
    To show the world what only they have seen.
     

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