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petrarch · 24-06-2012 3:10am

DaneScott wrote: »

Filleted a moth this evening.

Horrific really. Poor thing still breathing.

Still though, a curiosity had besieged me, on seeing

Another being, protruding from a crude opening

Below its torso, while poking it under scope.

I was hoping to get a closer look,

To understand what was unfolding.

What it took, was to lightly trim

Off the limbs. Whittle away the wings.

Other such deplorable things.

The precision needed to succeed in

Removing the unwanted pieces,

Attempting to reveal its species,

Left no room to consider the moths feelings.

I crushed its head with a tweezers.

Most likely a parasitic creature.

I took pictures. Spent hours observing its features.

With no success, My mind digressed,

I began thinking of sleeping.

I decided to keep it.

To see if tomorrow we could tease it

Into another suitor.

Though only to explore its nature.

I swear, never for pleasure.

But it died. I knew it would.

And all night, I dreamt moths ruled the world.

How about this?
I really liked Closing Time. Reads nice.

Reminds me of The Fish by Elizabeth Bishop.

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fish/

Very, very good.

4wd · 27-06-2012 4:05pm

the burning buddhist..

it takes but a second for the world to dissaper,
tinged in a flaming hue,
he stands for believe ,
as he burns in the street,

the silence broken,
gasps and scream from the mutes unspoken,
they stand ,
he sits,
and grips a scalded believe
clasped to a hand,
and blown to wind,

they stand and wail
and view,
the world ,
the fail,
and you.

fini

Ardillaun · 30-06-2012 8:09pm

A poem written about a visit to Killary Harbour a long time ago:

Killary

In our one true fjord, a pure stilleto wound
Of ocean that lies unsutured after birth,
Did longships taste their home's familiar gloom,
Beyond the rocks, beyond the dunes and surf?

An ancient diary claims we sailed through mist
On sodden hills, from Maam to dark Leenane,
Then lay becalmed by Mweelrea's harrowed fist
In a dented Renault Five with Sarah Vaughan.

Didn't we hear the choughs near Delphi call
To the cliffs above Doolough and back again?
They fade within this bright and manic mall
As you-shaped channels flicker upon a screen.

DaneScott · 08-07-2012 9:13pm

gah.

How much would it hurt if you lost her?
More than death, slaughter? The worst torture.
Would it be too raw to think she's not yours anymore,
That you can't touch her?
That there's no future.

If you're unsure,
You care not for conjecture,
You think all doubts boil down to a flutter,
Don't worry much more.
I did. Makes one ignore
The purest of love.

Just discuss your bouts of
Rousting up rebels of conscience,
That promote pure nonsense.
Act as a catalyst for contortion
Of all extensions of devotion.

Lest they season feelings of committing treason
Against the crown of reason,
The beacon of being calm.
The majesty of your man.

You'll poison her with your plan
To preserve your good hand.
Lead her to thinking she's mad.
Nurture confusion.
She'll think you're losing interest.
No compliments promoting the notion
Of no self respect.

Her love will regress.
You may not be able to address this.

You stand to lose more
Than just a lover.
You lose a friend. The chance to uncover
More ways to love her.
That freedom to touch her.
Too, room to confide in her.
To spend your life observing her stature.
Now that's a lot to consider.

So how much would it hurt if you lost her?
I think you'll agree, more than you would care for.
So, tell her she's beautiful. That you love her.
She's clever. There's no one better.
Never let her think anything other
Than you are meant to be together.
Her love need not falter.

Yours never has, never will. For sure.

Musiconomist · 08-07-2012 11:28pm

DaneScott wrote: »

Never ever have I wrote for you.
I could try explain why, but I
Don't fully know the reasons.
Certainly, it's not a shortage of feelings.
Maybe it's because I wrote before for another,
Only for it to cause bother.
Too much time invested in a lover.
Behooving I to never articulate
Myself in such a way, again.

A fear, maybe, of repulsion.
Love misconstrued as obsession
Deterring another suitor.
Getting too heavy, needing someone so much
That I crush the future....

Very nice

Musiconomist · 09-07-2012 12:05am

From the hills above your home,
I watch worlds I'll never know,
Unfolding, like a poem,
I see my love, come and go,

I hear her laugh, feel her joy,
Witness kindness each day,
Unaware of the boy,
Who wishes he could go play,

And at night, I hear her cry,
For a love she'll never see.
A moonlit tryst, gone awry,
Father's fury, daughter's plea.

A face, confined, to a frame,
Paid every price for his crimes,
Echoing, a forbidden name,
She looks for him sometimes,

Til memory steals him once more.

And life becomes a shadow,
of days that will never be,

DaneScott · 09-07-2012 1:52am

petrarch wrote: »

Reminds me of The Fish by Elizabeth Bishop.

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fish/

Very, very good.

that's a wonderful thing to be likened too. thank you very much.

DaneScott · 09-07-2012 1:53am

Musiconomist wrote: »

Very nice

thanks mate.

appreciate it.

DaneScott · 09-07-2012 1:55am

Musiconomist wrote: »

From the hills above your home,
I watch worlds I'll never know,
Unfolding, like a poem,
I see my love, come and go,

I hear her laugh, feel her joy,
Witness kindness each day,
Unaware of the boy,
Who wishes he could go play,

And at night, I hear her cry,
For a love she'll never see.
A moonlit tryst, gone awry,
Father's fury, daughter's plea.

A face, confined, to a frame,
Paid every price for his crimes,
Echoing, a forbidden name,
She looks for him sometimes,

Til memory steals him once more.

And life becomes a shadow,
of days that will never be,

this broke my heart a little bit.

cabaret · 17-07-2012 5:22pm

Duffy the Vampire Slayer wrote: »

First poem I've written in a long long time...

I leave awkwardly each morning,
No kiss goodbye, no parting embrace,
Guilt overcoming my animal instincts,
A longing glance upon your face.

I never wanted to hurt you or lead you astray,
No malice in my intentions, despite the pain I've brought,
I tell myself I should stop, that I'll only hurt you again,
But lust always sweeps away such thoughts.

I am not wicked-minded, my hearts not made of stone,
Yet I could avoid such heartbreak and I simply won't,
Once more you'll cry and I'll walk away coldly,
Because you want me to love you and I don't.

Great work here (",) I can relate to every line...thanks for sharing!

Musiconomist · 18-07-2012 6:57pm

DaneScott wrote: »

this broke my heart a little bit.

God, all this back slapping is great. Long live the megathread.

... what rhymes with megathread?.....

Musiconomist · 18-07-2012 7:16pm

Copy, paste,
The years I waste,
Cannot be replaced,
By vulgar numbers,
Sleeping in computers.

Short term plan,
Cash in the hand,
A company man,
Whose spirit slumbers,
The King of commuters.

The clock flew,
Undo, undo,
A day fed, and grew,
On winters, summers,
And bloated on futures.

pickarooney · 18-07-2012 8:50pm

Musiconomist wrote: »

... what rhymes with megathread?.....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M3XOpZSYzy8

Musiconomist · 19-07-2012 6:51pm

Foolish love, the only kind,
Eyes lock, tongues bind,
Scarred hearts, beating fast,
Lost in pure emotion,
Hidden parts, free at last,
Seedlings of devotion,

Clumsy words prove sincere,
Memories disappear,
Delving deep, far to fall,
Surprise, sadness, delight,
Whispers creep, baring all,
Only fit for the night,

DaneScott · 25-07-2012 1:13am

Hark the Horror

Once, whilst perambulating, free,

Appeared in front of me,

At the opposite end of the street,

Opportunity. Two Routes, side by side,

Severed. Along with all ties.

These were not roads.

Though there was sign posts,

They said nothing of where to go.

They did however remark on my chosen road.

As I embarked into the next fold.

Hark the horror in the new hole.

Hell unfurled meant no control.

Storytellers shared nothing of stories to be told.

For fear of the unknown sequestering the soul,

Placing it in the hold of a troll.

To be consumed alongside a child.

As so, speculation saw me into the wilds.

No advice rendered me a tender slice

Of prime choice, a canvas for vice.

No path chosen was good enough for light.

All demons doling out night,

To cloud judgement, led logic to flight.

I took a life. Though I'm unsure

Where I came across one that pure.

I'm sure it took all my allure.

The same power to lure,

Trap and deconstruct, I'm sure

Is in all of you crooks

And can be teased out to hook

You into killing for fun. For a ****.

Musiconomist · 25-07-2012 10:58pm

Colossal dice, playfully cast,
A spark amid seas of gas,
The first and only clock is set,
Everything, forever, doomed,

Thus time begins, at long last,
Steadily moving far too fast,
Stars, like candles, await it's breath,
Fragile flame, self-consumed,

Somewhere an ape falls in love,
Unaware of what lies above,
Briefly knowing a harsh joy,
Idly eyeing the beyond far,

Til Man puts an eye to a lens,
And innocent hope instantly ends,
He sees, at best, he is a toy,
And learns how lost Men truly are,

The Age of Light, flickering now,
The sickly Hunter, and broken Plough,
Death-rattle constellations,
Bear blunt implications,
We live and die by the light of a match.

psycopomp · 04-08-2012 3:39pm

My youth is the youth of the wasted
my body the body cultivated
my ambition does not exists it
is a wraith of fear that gnaws at my composure
my rage is the rage of the righteous the rage of the
silent the rage of a reflection that roars back
my skin is scarred and broken
my mind a kaleidoscope of half thoughts and dreams

My love the love of the angel
screamed into a chasm with no echo in return
My hand is a hand unaccepted
My affection a useless limb.

The streets are my streets of rage
the bars my refuge of imagination
My smile is the smile of a liar

DailyBlaa · 04-08-2012 8:01pm

Ticking Clock

Time's march is unrelenting
We always think there will be plenty
But there is no time for lamenting

When we pause and take stock
Of the never ending clock
We realise there is a secret to unlock

A life without worry of the chimes
Or asking what is the time?
Is a life lived sublime

losts · 11-08-2012 10:16pm

alone,
cowering in the stillness,
waiting for the moment
the charge of confidence appears

with it all doubt and excuses rescind,
and the page no longer leers
mocking the emptiness of my soul.
tentative steps to overcome the fear
provide light to depth inside

Maybe this world will provide,
the beauty that it hides
Eventually.

bettybc · 13-08-2012 2:03pm

Love this, great imagery

losts · 14-08-2012 8:40pm

bettybc wrote: »

Love this, great imagery

cheers

donalh087 · 20-08-2012 7:15pm

For what it's worth...

In the coffee house
They restart the stale bored game.
Waves of attack, gambit upon gambit,
They smile as they attempt to win.
And then, coffee cold and just too bitter,
They replace all the pieces in the same box.
For later.

warriorpoet · 29-08-2012 2:02pm

Might as well join in.......

THIEF

You stole from me, you took my soul,
You grabbed my life and ate it whole.
Mother, Brother, Sister, Son,
My peace, my love, my stars and sun.

Sly and nice, your sneaky tricks
Promise fun and harmless kicks.
You Lie and cheat, and play your game
Feasting on my guilt and shame.

You stole my wife, my friend, my core.
You left her feeling like some whore,
Beaten by your lies and mine,
Shame and pain in every line.

Forgetting who I was before,
Taking some and wanting more.
Losing track of twisted lies
I crawled to claim my rotten prize.

Bastard, made me just like you,
Denying everything that’s true.
Cancer, Virus, weeping sore,
You’ve had enough – you’ll take no more.

Bowed and beaten, bloody mess,
I stand before them and confess,
I tell the truth, I break your law,
I trust myself, forgive my flaw.

You cannot steal again from me,
I know you now and clearly see
Your rotten fruit, your stinking wine,
And say at last, it’s YOURS, not mine.

Daylight comes; your time is past,
And mine is near at hand at last.
A time for truth and honest pain,
To love and laugh and cry again.

Musiconomist · 30-08-2012 9:35am

warriorpoet wrote: »

Might as well join in.......
A time for truth and honest pain,
To love and laugh and cry again.

Really like that.

Musiconomist · 30-08-2012 1:31pm

For years I dwelled in subterranean lair,
absent of anything, save total despair.

The darkness became me, and I eventually, it.

The blackness I mirrored, fed and adored.
My veins froze solid, heartbeat ignored.
A void lake. Deep.
Unexplored.

Til sunlight broke my trance, with a stray ray.
First recognition of beauty, the gift of day.
I emerged into some world, unsought,
fearfully afraid.
Surrounded by colour, I cowered in shade.

I cursed and I spat, and I hissed and cried.
The coldness I was
thawed, withered, died.
But that was all I had known,
what was I now? No sense of my own
self or place.
A nameless stranger, a pallid face.

The others I met were blind to me.
The sun they felt not, nor beauty could see.
Chanting their questions, rhetorically.
Life was their sentence, equally
lived and served, unknowingly.

Slowly I waded into the light,
Always returning, to the nothing of night.
Until once I did not. I stayed, bathed in the sun.

One life had ended, another begun.

Gallahad · 12-09-2012 12:58am

She took my hand
I did not see
Asleep
Afloat
Unheard

Two hands now one
She smiled at me
Awake
Sinking
Silent

She says the word
I cannot say
She doesn't do complication
She says the word
Is this me?

Amputee.

losts · 22-09-2012 4:09am

Something strange, new to learn
empathy seems a strange burden to bear,
why should anyone care
about a life alien to them.

however to learn,
something that seems so strange,
find that you have some humanity left
brings hope for a better fit

let life begin again,
maybe we will see a friend
and finally care.

losts · 22-09-2012 4:10am

the light, bright with hope
awakens happiness where never seen
longing the freshness of a new day
a rebirth that has been lost

a struggle that never ends
to see the sudden death of hope
cascading darkness enveloping us all
a triumph of nihilist thought

And yet we go on

golden lane · 23-09-2012 1:19pm

i have an awful reputation
but people, just don't understand
i just do what, i have to
there is nothing underhand

i am never, ever welcomed
but, i do have lots of mates
and i like to roam around a bit
so i, visit many states

but when i've gone, i'm not forgotten
i fact, for many many years
i am a locust, one of billions
and all i leave behind..are tears

halfmoon · 23-09-2012 10:50pm

The morning light breaks even on the broken sky,
it has it's way and moves slowly down the road,
lighting up the corners where the blankets of night fell.
Men who cried in darkness now sucking from glass tubes
watch the squinted light and hope it stops at their feet.

Deralict men in the streets walk slowly and don't work in chains,
the wheel of work keep the city turning and captains of the ships sail,
they move into the harbour at Ringend and weep,
they small eye and head down and turn the wheel once more.

alfa beta · 25-09-2012 1:07am

Me and my Little Boy, Stargazing

we stared, he and i
into a sky
of distant and glimmering
possibilities

so far and so cold

as the frost took hold
and the hardened grass broke
easily beneath
our feet

cassiopeia, orion
the arcane drawings
of ancient times

I said to him
what we could see
was the past
he nodded
then at last
said he didn’t understand

instead he put his hand
gently
in my hand

Morag · 28-09-2012 3:43pm

The Dawn's early chill gives way
To the waxing sun and the warmth of day.
The heat that gathers from noon 'til four,
Lingers softy as the shadows come to play once more.

Leaves have gone from gold to red to brown;
Still the sun beats down.
The air heavy and still
Drains us of our energy and will.

A small breeze flickers carrying the scent
Of that season that has been spent
On holidays by the beach or in a tent
All over now that the shadows have added to their length.

The evening gathers quicker then expected
And we see that for a while summer was resurrected
As the dark and night gather weight
We take the time to contemplate

On one last day of bliss
And enjoying it we remember this
That winter is not far
And for all its warmth this day was,
Summers last hurrah.

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