poetry

BEAT

would this be a good place to list some poems I am working on for opinions?
I am putting together a book and every now and then I like a little feedback on them, I always copyright them right away so there are no worries of them being copied

thanks

Kappar

I would like to think we could post poems here i asked for a board for poems,short stories etc, alot were in favor but nothing came of it.

I have poems i work on I'm no that good but i do it for me.
I am not an expert on poetry but i know what i like.:D
I am not saying i can give you constructive comments but i would sure like to read them and mabey you can comment on mine then mabey more will join in.

LoLth

yep. You're welcome to post poetry or any other creations.

However, please take common decency into account and don't get too annoyed if a few heathens heckle you.

we had a strange poem posted here before, something about sewing a girls lips closed and stabbing her in the eye....i'd sort of prefer if that topic was shied away from in future.

apart from that, fire away.

BEAT

SIRENS AND ANGELS

RED AND BLUE FLASHES IN THE NIGHT,
SCREAMS AND CRASHES
CROWDS AND WHISPERS…
ANGELS ARE WATCHING

BLOOD COVERED KITCHEN,
KNIFE IN THE SINK
PHONE OFF THE HOOK AND TEARS ON THEIR FACES…
ANGELS STAND BY

NEEDLES AND VILES,
THEFT AND LIES
ALCOHOL AND DEPRESSION…
ANGELS TAKE FLIGHT

HOSPITALS AND MEDICINE,
JAILS AND FEAR
DISEASE AND PAIN,
HEARTACHE…
ANGLES PITY

A ROCKING CHAIR,
A DRIVE BY SHOOTING…BULLETS PIERCE THROUGH THE STRONG OAK DOOR,
MOTHER IN BED, SCREAMS IN THE NIGHT SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN DEAD…
ANGELS NEVER SLEEP

RAPE AND MURDER,
TERROR IN NIGHTMARES
SCARS AND TEARS,
DARK SHADOWS TRAVEL FAST…
ANGELS WORK IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS

DEATH AND HYSTERIA,
SADNESS AND REGRET…
ANGELS ALLOW PEACE THROUGH REASSON

FIGHTING AND YELLING,
CRYING AND HURTING…
THIS TERROR WE CALL LIFE ISN’T ALL FOR NOTHING.

GOD SENT THE ANGELS AND THE ANGELS MAKE IT KNOWN IF ONLY WE LISTEN,
I SAW THE LIGHT, I FINALLY REALIZED IT WAS ME.

Thanx 4 The Fish

Nice construction, not my cup of tea though.
Spelling needs a little work.

Kappar

Intrinsic

Like baby to the breast,
Lennon to Libretto,
Stars to the sky and
The poor to the Ghetto.

Inherent to my heart and home to my soul.
Special to my eyes and savory to my bone.

Wings to an angel,
Waves to the ocean,
Jenny to Forest,
The green to the white to the orange.


Love?

i miss her.
Why?
Who knows?
Could be…
That, that
i love her.

Why’s that?
It’s the way she talks to me,
It’s not like she’s just being callously courteous or that it’s awkward if she doesn’t
But it’s her mouth articulating her Heart, i think,
i hope,
i miss that.

Why did she go?
i don’t know.
Aw now i recall.
She had a falling out with some girls that we know-
That’s all.
She was furious at them, still is.
So am i in a way.
She’s beautiful when she’s mad, it develops her dimples.
i miss them.

Do you still see her?
Yes, but not that often, Sadly!
She came to see me once in hospital,
She walked me to the bathroom, and waited at the door.
i had just woken up from an sedative siesta,
And was still drowsy.
Proudly, i exclaimed to the ward, “Hello, how are you?”
Hoping people would assume that she adored me to.
To see her come in the door just…
i miss just.

i never could muster up the courage to say what i just said here,
Hiding in the anonymity of paper and black,
The devil was dancing on my tongue,
He wouldn’t let me speak.
i was afraid that if i said something
People, would sn igger* secretly,
Covering their faces with books, giving them looks that would kill a man
i seen them doing it before, shooting people with their sight!
i might just say nothing and see, and pray that one day you will reciprocate.

*comeing up as s****** without space

Flynn

good stuff.. i'd be well up for a poetry section...

cant say i liked "Sirens..." or "Intrinsic" a great deal but i really like Love? jus my opinion... but i think u should stick to that style... write about YOUR feelings.. it just came across way better.. as in it fells like that poems means the most to you out of the 3.. i loved it actually well done... i might post something later..

hedwig78

Am I me
When I am she
the one I like
to pretend to be
she knows the truth
she speaks her mind
she has a heart
she has a spine
she is not small
or locked away
she has strength
does not obey
if she's not real
I do not care
because she belongs
and I'm not there

Typedef

She swam through time to seduce blackened clowns, devoid, laughter echoed.

Typedef

Your voice is like a shining stone, my ears the sundrenched sea.



Voila une bon bon rouge

Excelsior

They are really good.

*Pedant Alert*
Haiku is meant to be split into 3 lines of 5,7,5 syllables.
The first and last line should traditionally contain contrasting images with the middle line as the bridge.
*/Pedant Alert*

Typedef

575 eh?

I was under the impression that it was 16 syllables per haiku, that the sea or fish must also be included, but I hadn't heard about 575... interesting... much more difficult if true..

Thanks

Devotion... yeah baby you know it

Thanx 4 The Fish

Dunno about the sea or fish, Haiku do traditionally invoke an aspect of nature or the seasons.

BEAT

GARDEN OF LOVE

MY HEART SOARS PAST THE DOORS, OF HEAVEN.
THE ROSE THAT YOU GAVE TO ME WHEN WE FIRST MET, ‘TWAS MORE THAN A FLOWER OR A PASSING GLIMPSE;
THE ROSE FROM THE GARDEN OF LOVE.
OUR HANDS MET; OUR EYES WERE IN A TRANCE…IT SEEMED LIKE FOREVER IN JUST A MOMENT.
OH WHAT A CHANCE TO SEND CUPID AFLIGHT.
SUDDENLY WE WERE FLOATING ON A CLOUD, OUR FEET ON THE GROUND; YET YOU WERE NOT AWARE.
WE PASS THE RIVER INTO NIGHT AND LAY IN THE GRASS BY FIRESIDE; WE COUNT THE STARS AND LOVE THE NIGHT.
YOU PLACED THE ROSE IN MY HAIR AND CARRESSED MY FACE WITH LOVING CARE.
I WON’T FORGET THE NIGHT MY HEART WAS FILLED WITH LOVE, FROM THE ROSE YOU GAVE TO ME,
IN THE GARDEN OF LOVE.

THE TRUTH ABOUT OUR GARDEN

THE GARDEN IS NOT REALLY A GARDEN, THE ROSE NOT A ROSE INDEED, BUT RATHER YOUR HAND GRASPED MINE AND OUR EYES INTERTWINED IN THE ROOM WHERE WE FIRST MET.
MY HEART SOARED TO PLACES NONE BEFORE, AND THEN I CRASHED BACK TO EARTH WITH THE KNOWLEDGE OF WHO YOU WERE.
I HAD NO IDEA LOVE WOULD TAKE ME THERE, OH WHY TAKE ME THERE!
I TRIED TO ESCAPE LOVE’S CLENCHES BUT MY HEART IS MUCH TOO WEAK.
OH YOU’LL NEVER KNOW HOW MUCH EMOTION HAS FILLED MY SOUL AND TORN MY PRIDE TO BITS. THE TORMENT OF MY KNOWLEDGE IS DRIVING ME INSANE, I DO NOT THINK THAT I WILL EVER BE THE SAME.
IT ONLY TOOK A MOMENT BUT IT FELT LIKE AN ETERNITY WHEN I MET YOU THAT NIGHT.
NOW THIS I SAY TO YOU AND FOREVER IT WILL RING TRUE,
I LOVE YOU NOW AND FOREVER FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY SOUL…FOREVER WILL MY HEART REMAIN IN THE GARDEN,
WITH THE ROSE.

BEAT

AND THE BRAIN SCREAMS…


SUCH CONFUSION ALL AROUND,
THE AGONY INSIDE;

A BRAIN THAT NEVER RESTS
& A BODY THAT SUFFERS IT.

WHAT ONCE WOULD BE KNOWN AS LOVE,
NOW ONLY COLDNESS REMAINS…

THE PAIN KILLS THE JOY THAT
ONCE OPENED MY EYES,

THE HATE EATS AWAY THE LAUGHTER
THAT ONCE MADE MY SOUL LIGHTER.

LOOK AT ME…I WONDER IF YOU CAN SEE
WHERE THE LIGHT USED TO BE.

TAKEN AWAY, RIPPED FROM MY SOUL,
NEVER MINE TO CLAIM…

AND THE BRAIN SCREAMS, NEVER
NEVER WILL I KNOW LOVE,
NEVER KNOW WHAT IT REALLY IS…

THE BRAIN SCREAMS, NEVER.

BEAT

THAT BEAUTY THAT IS LIFE…

YOUR WORDS ARE LIKE
DRUGS FOR THE SOUL,

YOUR ACTIONS ARE LIKE
DAGGERS TO THE HEART.

SITTING HERE ON THE EDGE
I TRY TO SEE THE BEAUTY
THAT IS LIFE,

MY HEAD HAS BEEN TURNED,
POLLUTION & DEATH
POISON AND
DESTRUCTION…

WHERE ARE THE FLOWERS
THAT ONCE GAVE ME JOY…
WHERE HAS THE SIMPLICTY GONE,
IT WAS ONLY HERE A SHORT WHILE AGO.

I MUST ESCAPE FROM THIS LUNACY,
INTO THE RECESSES OF MY MIND…

DEEP INTO NATURE
WHERE THE ONLY SOUNDS ARE THE
SIGHS OF RELIEF
& THE BIRDS SINGING OF THAT BEAUTY
THAT IS LIFE.

THE RAYS OF SUNLIGHT BREAKING THROUGH
THE TREE LIMBS,
DEEP IN THE FOREST WHERE NO ONE KNOWS THEY EXIST…

UNTOUCHED, UNDISTURBED IN ALL OF THEIR SPLENDOR…

THE STREAMS ARE CLEAR AND FRESH,
AND THE MUSIC IS IN YOUR HEART.

IN MY QUIET SOLITUDE,
I WATCH THE WATER LAP OVER THE MOSS COVERED ROCKS,

I GET LOST IN MY THOUGHTS.

nesf

Excelsior is correct about haiku. But the structure can be very interesting, and it's a great way to while away a fer hours, and gives some insight to the origins of the description of a wordsmith.

Corega

/me takes note for English class

lordsippa

There's a certain essence of beauty
Drifting in the moonlight on an eery chill
Butterfly. Butterfly. Fulfill.

I have left my people
And I have left with my glass of wine still filled
But butterfly... Butterfly. Fulfill.

But there is no restrain to this summer's winter!
I am so alone - I miss you still!
Butterfly... Oh... Butterfly... Fulfill.

And I can't believe... That we have come so far!
But there is still a lonely march...
For me!

But butterfly. Butterfly. Fulfill.

<actually a song... but i think it gets it's message across... is about a friend who means the world to me and who always puts me first... trying to tell her to go on ahead and that i'll follow behind alright>

lordsippa

Torn
Shattered
Hair's all a mess
As if raped by the wind
More precious than any diamond
Beauty the stars kneel before
Injured
Vunerable
Most pretty
Most pretty
How I wish I could hold you
I could cry on your arm
I think I love you
I wish I knew how you felt.

lordsippa

Spin the turtle
Rape the forest
Kill the world!
Kill the world
Till you burn
- Till Hell's on Earth!
Mother****ers all!
We rape our mother!

imp

Well I don't think the one I'm about to post is very good but lordsippa seemed to like it at least a little bit.

---

Death is beckoning,
I cannot but embrace it,
For in a cruel life,
Death is the bright end
Of the tunnel

---

}:>

smiles

If I close my heart
and open my mind,
Will the dreams i dreamt
Start to slip away?
Is to give to a heart
You know is longing for yours
Good enough - to give away dreams?

.... one of my favourites... but i'm not sure.

<< Fio >>

BEAT

DAY AFTER DAY I BECOME MORE AND MORE DETACHED FROM REALITY,
TO AVOID THE INSANITY.

THE MENTALITY OF THE MEANDERING PUBLIC,
HOW SICKENING AT EVEN THE THOUGHT,

YET IN IS UNESCAPABLE,
IGNORANCE CREEPING OUT OF EVERY DOORWAY & AROUND EVERY CORNER.

A WASTED YOUTH, A LOST FUTURE…

I REFUSE TO BE DRAWN INTO THEIR TAUDRY WEB OF IGNORANCE!

I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THIS AS THE WAY OF LIFE TODAY!

THEIR WORDS HALF SPOKEN,
GRAMMATICAL ERRORS IN SPEECH…
THESE ARE SHOUTS TO MY DELICATE EARS.

HOW DISTURBING TO BE SITTING PEACEFULLY,
ENJOYING THE BEAUTY AROUND YOU ONLY TO BE RUDELY BROUGHT BACK TO THE REALITY THAT IS
BY THEIR MORONIC SPEECH AND IDIOTIC ACTIONS…

THIS PLACE THAT I LIVE AND WORK,
IT IS NOT GOING TO BE THE END OF ME…THERE IS MORE TO ME THAN THIS.

THOUGH THEY DISGUST ME, I PITY THEM FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO SEE HOW LIFE CAN REALLY BE…HOW IN LIFE HAPPINESS IS IN THE SIMPLICITY

IGNORANCE IS BLISS…& I AM MISERABLE IN KNOWLEDGE,
BUT I JOY IN NOT BEING A SHEEP.

BAH BAH BLACK SHEEP.

BEAT

YOUR MINDLESS BABBLE IS SO UNINTERESTING
TO ME MR. JOE PUBLIC…

YOU DO NOT EVEN KNOW WHAT IT MEANS
TO SPEAK.

YOUR SMALL TALK IS AN ENDLESS HEADACHE,
WASTEING AWAY MY LIFE.

OH JOE PUBLIC, YOU THINK YOU KNOW THE
ANSWERS….
YOU THINK WHAT YOU DO AND SAY
ACTUALLY MAKE A DIFFERENCE,

YOU MAKE ME SO SICK.

MY LIFE IS HAPPY & UNCOMPLICATED UNTIL YOU
TRY TO BRAINWASH ME WITH YOUR
NONSENSE.

GET OUT OF HERE WITH YOUR NOISE,
TAKE YOUR POINTLESS EXISTENCE
AND SHUFFLE AWAY…

OH HOW I WOULD, IF I COULD…
END YOUR IGNORANCE FOR YOU.

SO JOE PUBLIC, NOW THAT YOU’VE HEARD...
DO YOU STILL LIVE IN THE DARK?

I AM SURE THAT YOU DO, AFTERALL YOU ONLY
HEAR THE WORDS THAT COME OUT OF YOUR
MOUTH,
WHICH EXPLAIN'S A LOT.

Bard

These are mine ... they're a few years old now. Thoughts on them are welcome, I guess...

Faint Heart

Floating home on a flying streetlight night,
Through the pane, the pain, that face- an unforgiving thought,
Nagging, numbing, - nurturing bright light,
Shatter now those feelings- long, he'd fought.

Fare paid, fair lady- again the deed is done,
Through pain, her face- and now she comes alive,
Nervous... Think! Not so will hearts be won-
Shattered dreams, romance cannot revive.

Dirt-caked buses, screaming clubs amuse,
That blinding light- heart-fed, dies away-
That hurt and shame, with no words left to use,
Just one more dawn- on just another day.

---

Awakening (Unfinished)

Where was I - just now ..- in my dreams?
Images once vivid, ripped at the seams,
Was I with you, sharing passion's heat?
Two hearts together - one single beat.

A fire, still burning - which never can go out,
A heart ever yearning - a mind wiped of doubt,
A tear slowly trickles past a mouth too sad to speak,
And onwards now - tickles, a saddened face's cheek.

When all I have is in my dreams
They're all that pull me through,
And more so every day it seems
That all I want is you.

But dreams are fine - they have their place,
Reality calls - and leaves me faced
With fresh decisions, choices to make
- And not just for this one day's sake;
A life to build - a start to make -
A hope now of the part you'll take
My love for you can never die
I can't pretend, nor can I lie

When heavens rumble and clouds release
A showery tumble on man and beast
When the skies do crack with lightning white
And it's looking like Earth's final night
Know that you'll still hold my heart
Even still, through times apart

---

Briefest of Miracles

For that miraculous one,
To Blossom as it should have done-
For that wondrous special gift,
To merely be allowed exist-
In age and grey to end,
And not breath stopped at fates own hand,
In no time, all I'd give
To change the past- to have her live.

No lord of faithful fearful men
Betrays their flock in such foul manner.
In truth- no-one but I,
will ever know this feeling.
And yes! So be it, then-
If tarred am I again a sinner,
For now it's true that I
will never feel this healing.

The only perfect picture,
All of which- I could be sure.
Be damned for evil theft
She of whom berieved I'm left-
Life shattered, battered through
She never knew- never grew-
Not to breath, laugh or cry-
When comes my peace, I'll see her smile...
At last.

BEAT

wow, Bard...
those are great! I suddenly feel so....
talentless? really. they are quite moving
let's see some more?

Bard

Originally posted by BEAT
wow, Bard...
those are great! I suddenly feel so....
talentless? really. they are quite moving
let's see some more?

The other poems of mine that I have on my hard drive are a little too personal for putting up on a public forum.

However, I appreciate the praise - thanks.

I don't write as much as I used to... the stuff used to flow from me with incredible speed and regularity. I've been getting back into it again a bit recently but not enough to have much solid to show for it.

Oh... well, there is this one which I wrote a few weeks ago:

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The Clare Way

The leafy glades some gods had made
And put aside as beauty,
The mossy treet of make-believe
All overgrown and rooty.

The ruined house in freedom dowsed
And full of lifes loud glory,
Where every stick or crumbled brick
Could tell an endless story.

The slanted flights of golden light
Strike down on a moss-made carpet
The hiding creatures of the night
Their ne'er-discovered target

The wind dies down, cold circles round,
The woods are dead alive.
- An idyllic spot - amidst the rot
Where life and love now thrive.

And in the verdant vibrant green
Two tangled souls now tread,
This dusk-walk won, trapped from the sun
To dreams and hopes ahead.

---

ykt0di9url7bc3

Say what you want,
Dont give a damn,
A mouth is a Beautiful thing to waste,

and you can waste it beautifully on anything you want,
because Democracy rules!

by SearrarD


i cant rem the title to this, but i'll dig up my ole Magnum Force poetry book! and i may post up more (its been years since i saw my old work and i mightened like it now)

BEAT

Originally posted by Bard



The Clare Way

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all I can say is wow...you definitley need to publish these bard,
really!

BEAT

THE SKY IS WHITE WHERE IT SHOULD BE BLACK,
SO LATE AT NIGHT…

THE SEASON IS SPRING AND SO CLOSE TO SUMMER,
YET THE COLD AIR AND FREEZING RAIN GIVE THE IMPRESSION THAT IT WERE STILL WINTER…

THE WORLD IS FALLING APART AROUND US,
AND WE ARE BLIND.

THE CHILDREN CRY BECAUSE THERE IS NO LOVE,
WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO WILLINGLY KILL A DOVE?

MY FINGERS GET NUMB IN THE COLD BUT IT DOES NOT MATTER, MY PEN STILL WRITES AND THE PAPER IS STILL DRY ENOUGH TO CONTINUE…

MY FAMILY MIGHT ASK ME WHY, AND I CAN ONLY SAY:

I MUST SIT OUTSIDE OF THIS BOX WE CALL HOME,
THIS BOX LINED UP NEXT TO 50 OTHERS WHERE WE HIDE FROM THE WORLD,

I MUST SIT OUTSIDE AND FEEL THE BREEZE,
SMELL THE FRESH CUT GRASS AND WATCH THE TREES.

THE SKY CHANGES BEFORE MY EYES BECAUSE IT KNOWS I WATCH…
DID YOU EVEN NOTICE IT WAS THERE TODAY?

LIFE IS ME AND EVERYTHING I SEE, I DO NOT HIDE FROM IT OR PRETEND IT’S NOT THERE…INSTEAD I BECOME PART OF THIS SCENE…

DID YOU SEE ME TODAY, I WROTE WITH ONLY THE LIGHT OF THE STREET LAMP…
YOU THINK IT’S TOO DARK TO SEE, BUT I SAY IT’S THE PERFECT TIME TO SEE EVERYTHING.
LIFE IS HAPPENING ALL AROUND US, EVERY SECOND OF EVERYDAY…
LIVE IT, LOVE IT, and DEVOUR IT!

BREATHE IT IN DEEP, FOR YOUR LAST BREATH COULD BE MY NEXT.

FACE THE WIND AND LET IT CARRY YOU,
YOU CAN FLY, IF ONLY YOU TRY.

THERE WAS A MAN NAMED ALLEN & A MAN NAMED JACK,
THEY LIVED AND WROTE OF A TIME OF WHICH I WISH I COULD TRAVEL BACK…

THEY STARTED THIS TERM THAT I AM TODAY,
A BEAT…BY LOVE, BY LIFE AND BY PLAY

WE LISTEN TO JAZZ AND WRITE WITH OUR HEARTS OF THE CRAP THAT IS LIFE, WITH EVERY DAY A NEW START.

OUR WORLD AT OUR FEET, MOVING FROM PLACE TO PLACE WITH NOTHING TO CARRY BUT THE BAG ON OUR BACK AND THE PEN IN HAND…

LIVING LIFE WITHOUT THEIR RULES,
AND IT IS THE PEN THAT IS OUR FUEL…

TEACHING THOSE WHO DO NOT YET KNOW HOW TO LEARN LIVE AND GROW.

THROW TIME OUT THE DOOR, FOR IT DOES NOT EXIST…

THINKING BACK NOW TO ALL THOSE I’VE KISSED,

LOVE IS FREE AND SHOULD BE SHARED BY ALL,
WE SHOULD’NT HAVE TO FEAR THE FALL.

DEATH COMES TO US ALL, BUT IT IS A SMALL FEW WHO REALLY LIVE,
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN TO LIVE…?
IT’S THAT QUEST WE ALL STRIVE FOR, TO FIND OUT THE MEANING OF OUR EXISTENCE…
WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU FOUND OUT,

WHAT IS YOUR HURRY…THE ANSWER IS ONLY FOUND AT THE END, TAKE YOUR TIME AND THINK…DO WE ALL LIVE IN SIN?

AND THE QUESTION I FIND MYSELF ASKING TIME AND AGAIN,
WHERE DO I BEGIN…?

lordsippa

I remember your bittersweet sorrows
The tears in your words
Your heart was never young.

Dye your hair, refuse to smile
- How far will your rebellion go?
Cut your arms raw!

You say you are but I know you are not
You're not so shallow to be so.
I still think you're beautiful.

But I know you won't listen to me
You're too set in your ways.
I wish I could help you.

lordsippa

It's too warm here
The desert sun sears me.
I long for your cool grey fields
Your herds of free range people.

Born and raised in the concrete jungle
- They'll never tame me!
I'll prowl these mean streets
Hunting under starlight streetlamps.
Pleasure's my prey and I'll have my fill.

I remember the city fondly,
Where I was not the only thing of stone.
It's too warm here.
Thank God I'm coming home.

BEAT

MY WORLD HAS BEEN TURNED UPSIDE DOWN…
THE CONFUSION IS ALL AROUND.

THIS CRAZINESS THAT IS MY LIFE,
I TAKE IT ALL IN STRIFE.

THESE THOUGHTS ARE THERE NOW WHERE NONE WERE THERE BEFORE,
COULD IT BE THAT I LOVE YOU MORE?

OH THE PAIN THAT FILLS MY BEING,
I NOW CONSIDER MY DESTINY IN LEAVING…

LIFE IS TOO BEAUTIFUL AND TOO SHORT,
THERE ISNT ENOUGH TIME FOR THIS LOVE SPORT.

DON’T LET MY WORDS OR MY STARE CHANGE YOUR WORLD IF IT IS YOUR DREAM,
THESE THINGS THAT HAPPEN ARE NOT ALWAYS WHAT THEY SEEM.

I LONGED FOR MANY YEARS, OF A LOVE THAT WOULD NOT BRING ME TO TEARS,
I HOPED AND PRAYED DAY BY DAY.

BUT IF IT ISNT IN THE STARS FOR OUR SOULS TO BE ONE,
THAT IS A CROSS-TO BEAR FOR MANY YEARS…

THE TIME WILL CONTINUE TO PASS WHATEVER OUR DECISIONS MAY BE,
BUT I CAN NOT ASK YOU TO SHARE THIS LIFE WITH ME…

IT’S NOT A QUESTION OF THE MIND BUT AN ACTION OF THE HEART THAT WILL MAKE YOU MINE IN THE END.

BEAT

EHEU FUGACES LABUNTUR ANNI
(ALAS, THE FEELING YEARS SLIP BY)

SITTING IN THE MEADOW, GAZING AT THE CLOUDS
I HEARD A STUMBLE AMONG THE DAFFODILS
I SAT UP AND MUCH TO MY SURPRISE THERE YOU STOOD,
WITH A TEAR IN YOUR EYE.
A STRANGER THAT YOU WERE, I DUCKED BEHIND THE TALL OAK TREE AND YELLED YOUR WAY…HEY YOU THERE, WHY THE TEAR IN YOUR EYE?
SHOCKED, YOUR EYES SEARCHED UP AND DOWN THE TREE WITHOUT TAKING A STEP, AND THEN AT MY SUDDEN APPEARANCE YOU SAID,
WELL I THOUGHT I’D NEVER FIND YOU!
STUNNED AND SPEECHLESS WAS I, AS YOU CONTINUED TO SAY:
I’VE BEEN SEARCHING A LONG WAYS, FOR ALL OF MY DAYS & HERE ON MY LAST HOPE I WAS DRAWN TO THIS MEADOW BY A BUTTERFLY WHO FLEW TO ME ONE DAY AND LANDED ON MY HEART.
WHEN IT DID TAKE FLIGHT I FOLLOWED IT HERE, I STUMBLED TO FIND THAT I LOST THE BUTERFLY TO THE BREEZE, AND YOU SEE I CAUGHT A TEAR IN MY EYE AS I THOUGHT AWAY FLEW MY CHANCE TO FIND TRUE LOVE.IT WAS THEN I HEARD A VOICE SO SWEET COME FROM THAT TREE, AT FIRST WHEN I DID NOT SEE THEE I THOUGHT IT WAS AN ANGEL THAT SPEAKETH TO ME,
NOW THAT I’VE SEEN YOU I KNOW I WAS LED HERE TO YOU WAITING FOR ME.
OH KIND SIR, I WAS BUT FLYING WITH THE CLOUDS HERE IN THE MEADOW, AND FOR NO ONE WAS I WAITING INDEED.
OH MISS, YOU MEAN THAT YOU WERE NOT WAITING FOR LOVE TO FIND YOU? I BEG TO DIFFER, YOU SEE I WAS LEAD HERE TO YOU AND TO YOU I WILL PROFESS MY LOVE.
DEAR, I’VE WALKED MANY MILES AND WISHED ON EVERY STAR, I’VE PRAYED EVERY PRAYER AND SANG EVERY LOVE SONG.
FINALLY I WAS SENT ON MY WAY, I KNEW I WOULD FIND YOU SOON AND SO FRANTICALLY I CHASED THAT BUTTERFLY, IT WAS NO COINSIDENCE THAT BUTTERFLY LANDED ON MY HEART, FOR I WAS PRAYING AT THAT MOMENT FOR A MESSANGER TO BRING ME HERE TO YOU.
EVERYONE IS WAITING FOR LOVE TO FIND THEM, I COULD WAIT NO LONGER…YOU SEE THE YEARS ARE PASSING BY SO I DECIDED TO GO OUT AND FIND THEE WAITING FOR ME.
SIR, MY NAME IS LILY, AND IT IS TRUE AS YOU PUT IT…EVERYONE IS WAITING FOR LOVE TO FIND THEM, I SUPPOSE I DID NOT EXPECT MY PRAYERS TO BE ANSWERED SO SOON. IT LOOKS TO ME THAT YOU WERE LED TO THE RIGHT PLACE, FOR THE FLOWERS YOU HOLD IN YOUR HAND ARE BUT THE FLOWERS OF MY NAME.
THIS IS TRUE, ON MY WAY THE BUTTERFLY ONLY STOPPED ONCE TO REST ON THESE LILY FLOWERS.
MY NAME IS LOVE SWEET LILY, SHALL WE FLY THE CLOUDS TOGETHER AND COUNT THE STARS ON OUR WEDDING NIGHT?
YOUR NAME IS LOVE MY SWEET HUSBAND TO BE,
AND IT IS IN LOVE THAT FOREVER IN WE WIL BE.

Bob the Unlucky Octopus

Writing haiku is something of a hobby with me since English class, particularly as a break from more mundane efforts. Here goes:


Nature's Pain

Air rises and falls,
Stirring wind wounds the water,
Ripples spread and die.


Brimstone of the Moon

Moon over the chasm,
Fiery streams spun into void
Of the red night sun


Life-tools

Hearts and minds are
Our weapons in this existence;
Passion and reason



Occy

l3rian

Hickery Dickery dock
dis bitch was suckin me cock
the clock struck 2
me squirted me goo
den wiped me dick on er frock!

this alig original should be in my english book

Mafia

i jump
you jump
i lump
you chump
bump
crump
le
whee.
bunjee
is only fun
when spelt
with a j-b
this
is
a typing
test
:eek:

stackboundary

It is sad.. you cannot see me cry.
You cannot see the man behind my mask.

The man who was a child, but something happened to me on the way….

It is September in Ireland, people say it’s August but today I know they’re wrong…. It’s winter here already…, it will be a black and cold winter, miserable and pathetic… disjointed and aloof.

The keys are black… the letters grey…. They know me now…. We intermix and exchange our matter…. Between us is life, approximated and quasi electric….she was there too for a time a plyable presence between the keys…. Like a shard in my mind… allegory and jest a sponge of plyable song…… it danced for me and oh the colours made me swirl, a dance a myriad ….. an ethereal corona….Shakespeare in love – movies to kill,…. Kill me again.. was I was, now I’m not just like before…. A madrigal…. A woman…. A jester … a red feign… it ran and I followed, but I knew… I knew it would come back … snatch at me…. Sink it’s teeth again … and yes I let it…

We always knew it had to be like this lover… cherie…. Life …it wasn’t really was it?
I wasn’t me… but perhaps you were you…. A great sluce on the canal….. reeds growing from the wretchedness …. You’re bronzed statue….with a manic grin…..from on high I know now… like a boiling something an elixor with oriential shaped tentacles… aphasic and uncertain…. Licking out from every corner of perception, reality love, distance and nothing.

case case there is another… default EOF

what do you care I am but a child cherie…. More to come… but what for… the rain .. it tumbles down… cleanses the petrified earth… but the clouds… they are so dark… and I.. .I am so small…

“Ray guns don’t kill Zombarians…. Zombarians kill Zombarians don’t you know” check it out kid it’s on the back of every milk carton… and from where I sit… they… we… it …. Are laughing…but you think that you are different…. A quanta of uncertainty… when certainly you are not…..

<<Die laughing for all I care… crass and abashed I knew before I knew it…. It sleezed over the rocks and from behind my terminal I smelled it from the river….”>>

Thump thump thump… my heart told a tale , but maybe it lied and I am quickened... don't you see why?...what am I saying now... spring... pounce, devour... it is our nature… thump thump thump….. the river told me why and I still loved you…… but no… it didn’t matter the rain still fell… and what the f uck… this mask fits just fine.


hmm....

at you're service madame

BEAT

LIFE HAS NO GUARANTEES,
A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF RISK IS NEEDED TO ENSURE
OUR OWN CERTAINTY.

STRUCTURE IS NOT REAL,
INVENTIONS OF THE MIND TO COMFORT OUR
INSECURITIES.

LOVE IS NOT SOMETHING TO FALL BACK ON,
IT’S SOMETHING THAT DRIVES YOU FORWARD…

A RELATIONSHIP ISNT KEPT ALIVE BY RELIVING THE PAST,
IT’S BUILT ON STRENGTHENING THE FUTURE.

I STUDY YOUR WORDS & THE EXPRESSION IN YOUR EYES…
YOU CAN SAY SO MUCH WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING AT ALL,

I KNOW MORE THAN YOU REALIZE, AND THE PAIN YOU SUFFER IS A PAIN THAT I SUFFER WITH YOU…

IF I COULD I WOULD PLACE MY HAND UPON YOUR CHEST AND TAKE THE TROUBLES AWAY, IF I COULD I WOULD BEAR YOUR CROSSES, IF I COULD, I WOULD LOVE YOU.

TIME IS NON-EXISTANT WHEN WE ARE TOGETHER, NIGHT TURNS INTO DAY AND THE STARS VANISH INTO YOUR EYES.

CONVERSATION BRINGS US CLOSER TO THE TRUTH.

BEAT

HUMAN NATURE,
WHAT A TERRIBLE PAIN TO FACE.

THE CRUELTIES WE PUT OURSELVES THROUGH DAILY,
WE CAN’T HELP IT; IT’S IN OUR NATURE.

TO HURT OTHER PEOPLE WITHOUT KNOWING,
THIS HAS BECOME COMMON PLACE…
A TRAVESTY AT THAT.

THE HUMAN EMOTIONAL STATE IS A FRAGILE ONE,
HARDENED OVER TIME BY THOSE
WHO WOULD SHARE THEIR MISERY.

A WALL BULIT OVER TIME TO BLOCK OUT THE HURT,

THE WALL CRUMBLES FROM TIME TO TIME ONLY TO BE BUILT BACK UP, BUT HIGHER EACH TIME UNTIL ONE DAY WHEN IT BECOMES TOO HIGH TO SCALE…

HOW SAD WHEN THIS HAPPENS.

I LET DOWN MY GUARD AND ANOTHER DECIEVER CREEPED IN,
I BELIEVED HIS WORDS & HE WORKED HIS FOOLERY WELL ON ME…

NOT AGAIN IS WHAT I SAY, TOO MANY TIMES HAS MY WALL BEEN KNOCKED DOWN…
BUT MY WALL HASN’T REACHED ITS END,

AGAIN IT WILL FALL…IT IS OUR NATURE

TO BE FOOLED AGAIN IS THE INEVITABILITY OF OUR LIVES,

I HAVE BEEN FOOLED AGAIN.

BEAT

LIFE HAD BECOME A PLACE OF CONFUSION,

NOTHING KNOWN TO ME SEEMED FAMILIAR
ANY LONGER.

REALITY HAD VANISHED INTO A CLOUD OF DREAMS…

ESCAPE TO A NEW LAND, RUN TO A PLACE I CAN MAKE MY OWN…

NO ONE IS REAL, ALL HAS BEEN LOST,
PEOPLE WANDER ‘ROUND LIKE SHEEP GRAZING
THE SAME PATCH OF GRASS…THOUGH IT HAS CEASED TO GROW

I THOUGHT THERE WOULD BE NO ONE TO MEET ME HALF WAY
& WANT TO GO ANY FURTHER,

I THOUGHT THERE WOULD BE NO ONE TO SPARK MY INTEREST,
AND MAKE ME WANT MORE…

YOU WERE WHAT I NEEDED, THOUGH IT WAS UNEXPECTED.

YOU WERE WHAT I THOUGHT ONLY EXISTED IN ME…
A LOVE OF LIFE APPEARS IN YOUR EYES AND THE PAIN SCREAMS IT THROUGH YOUR EXPRESSION.

A FIRE SHONE CLEARLY IN YOUR HEART THROUGH YOUR WORDS…PASSION THAT NEEDS DIRECTION.

WHAT I NEEDED TO REKINDLE MY HOPES AND DESIRES
I FOUND IN YOU,
INSIDE YOU AND ALL AROUND YOU.

WHAT I NEEDED,
IT WAS YOU; IT WAS ALWAYS YOU….

Doodee

Suppose I must.

My dad write tons of poems, he is quite something, see for yerselfs.
I wont post up my stuff as it concerns feelings deep inside, i only write poems when i need to offload stuff from my chest.


WILL THEY EVER UNDERSTAND EACHOTHER


Reasons muted deep inside,
Horrid construction fails to impress.
A terrorist mind wishes to exterminate,
Needful wish to exonerate the dream,
Cataclysm renders factor want,
Philistine, he secretes with hate,
Not ever changing scalene borders meet,
Israel infests will follow.

Not easy to understand with view,
Insurmountable insurgent curfews regress,
What can change this hate all seen?
Deep in heart of Man and Wife
What can a death heal within?
When country code is sole the motivator.

Need to harvest all sides deep,
So much hurt why this need?
Pleasant sights to farther few,
They do not understand this felon,
Would help nature all this regicide of Mohammad in need?
Or Hebrew edifice coming to near with a loving ego.

Egress and heave to understand,
That no hate will solve the obvious,
But forgiveness deep will heal all done.


what do u think?
its not one of his best but Its only one i could find on my pc atm.

BEAT

I thought that was a very good poem doodee.

sorry it took me so long to reply, post some more if you have any

Kurdt

ah sure i may as well join in...

Blundering Democracy

A plethora of pain - in a
Purely platonic relationship - based on
Explosions and exploitations -
Engagements and assassinations - ending in
Disastrous deterrents -
Devastating dexterity - leaving the
Pathetic public presentation unmanned -
Using preventatives and preservatives -





kurdt

Xterminator

Perhaps a little bleak.




Is it love that spawns responsibility
That like a bastard springs unlooked for and unwanted?
A straightjacket to stifle your best intention
A race you must run, but never finish.

Oh, one enters with the purest of intentions
To reach out, to sustain and be sustained.
And to reach that place of savage power
(But fear not, for how could you you fail; together?)

How did the wine become the cup on which we choke.
Give your all, and take a measure
Of that which you have failed to give
Inadequate, impotent and alone.

Why then are we all alone, is it to reap the crop we sowed?
We chew the chaff and dirt and pose for next years Trocaire box
As poor as when we started, perhaps poorer,
for having seen the feast, You’ll never taste the meat!


X

pepperkin

**PHOENIX**

On a dusty, craggy outcrop
Near a shell-scattered, sandy shore
There's a mystical, unseen nest
Seen only in forgotten lore.
This nest holds no life carrying eggs
Only a tired bird sits within
His plumage failing, his eyesight dull
He hides from the brutal wind.
Time passes slowly, as he sadly wilts
His feathers greying, and drifting down
As the sun descends, the sky aglow
He dies alone, without a sound.
The night is long and dreary
The sea whispers her gentle tune
The serene mountains watch the dawn
As it draws closer, veiling the moon
The sun wakes slowly from his watery bed
Smiling gently over the sea
As he peeks over the edge of the rock
His heartfire is met brilliantly.
The lonely bird who lay on the cold stone
Erupts into a fire of overwhelming depth
Flashing over the dancing ocean
The suns rays dimmed, as he wept.
The flames that sparkled the new-day morn
Burned out within seconds to funereal ash
Then as the wind blows the ashes away
An eye peeking out, an opalescent flash
Out creeps a being of blinding beauty
Bravely facing the wind and the cold
Born from the ashes of his fathers demise
Shining lights from feathers of red and gold.
The Phoenix peered round, absorbing the view
Of his newborn world, all aglow
And lifted his head, looked into the sun
Listened as the water sang of her soul
A beautiful new life, born from ashes of death
Newborn eyes lovingly caressing the light
Lifting his wings, and finding the wind
Sailing away from the darkest night.

******
My minor contribution to the thread, here
But I still bow to Bard! All hail the mighty Bard!

*All poetry copyright 2000 by Eliza Nunya

Ruu_Old

My experiences on our very own Aer Lingus on a flight from Chicago

Aeroplane


“Cabin crew 5 minutes till takeoff” he says
“That’s my seat” the old lady said to me
“Look at your boarding card” I said
She sighed and looked at me
With those beady little eyes

Uh oh here they come
Hordes of green monsters
With manufactured smiles
Sporting carts of consumables
Individually wrapped for the individual

Microwave chicken and frozen rolls
Are the choices today
The chicken is in large lumps
The rolls like rocks, I cant chew

“Can you move aside?” she says
She could see I was asleep
“Im not happy” she says
“I booked this seat” she yells
I roll my eyes and mumble to myself

“Please remain in your seats” he says
As I scurry for the door
Greeted by the green monster
“Goodbye, have a good day” she says
Opening the door for me.

Enjoy

Ruu

BEAT

glad to see someone drudged up this old post and added some more good stuff to it
like yours kurdt, and the two after it, especialy the phoenix.
good work!
keep 'em coming

SandraP

Hey! Coffee Shop Socialist

You’ve a book on your table
By Robert Tressell no doubt
You must be one of them intellectuals
I’ve heard so much about

The waitress served your coffee
Your face turned red with rage
You’d ordered capuccino
But got instant nescafe

Tell me ‘bout the ghetto
What’s it like out on the street?
Did you say that’s where you come from?
Or is it where daddy holds his seat?


The Pop Star School Of Economics

If you believe war is bad and the rich are too strong
If you like to hear yourself ask “Why can’t we all get along?”
If you’ve riddled your brain with booze, E and cocaine
The Pop Star School Of Economics wants you

Learn sloganeering skills and sincere indignation
How to dismiss questions containing words like “interest rates” and “inflation”
Learn how to make leaders and popes appear cool
Even though they’re ruthless, power mad, sad bastards like you

Show the scum that’s Joe Public how much you really care
Leave your Armanis at home, slightly ruffle your hair
“Giz your f**king money!” you will scream, rage and choke
“People are dying! (and I’m nearly out of coke)”

Book signing on Sunday, tour date on Tuesday
Talk show on Thursday, famine film on Friday
You’ve earned your degree and found that which you seek
An arseload of units shifted by the end of the week

SandraP

I Was A Soldier (In The Armchair IRA)

In border town bars
With our drinking battle scars
We’re doing our bit for the cause
We’re here every night
Not a balaclava in sight
Self styled rebels and booze soaked outlaws

We’re politically aware
From our stools and armchairs
Sometimes we watch Sky News on tv
We don’t read the papers
Cos we don’t trust free staters
With their fancy West Brit educations

To hell with ceasefires,
The traitors and liars
We’ll continue the fight on our own
We’re dug into positions
With a cellar full of provisions
Just us and our beer alone

For amhran na bhfinn
At the end of the evening
We stagger patriotically to attention
Swaying in glassy eyed respect
With hands clasped behind backs
Like a bunch of grotesque schoolchildren

God help the man
Who prefers not to stand
We should take him outside for a hiding
He’s a total disgrace
Practically **** in the face
Of the heroic mad men of The Rising

I was a soldier in the armchair IRA
We carried no guns or grenades
We were the loudmouth battalion
Who never saw any action
Yet played our part in our own funny way

The Ballad Of Heathrow Airport

Terminal 1
Isn’t much fun
When you’ve lost someone
And you’re trying to get home

Browse WH Smiths
For books about the blitz
Time to drink yourself to bits
For f**k’s sake! Where’s the bar!?

They’re playing Sting
And it stings
Please someone do something
Can’t take no more pseudo-jazz

Fall asleep in a chair
Miss your flight, ah who cares?
If you belong anywhere
It’s terminal 1