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Poetry....Your favorites, and your own.
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Originally posted by Swykk
As soon as I'm able to access my poetry again (it's all currently being held in Michele's portable harddrive since I lost most of the hardware that was in my computer), I'll grow some balls and start posting them.

You don't need balls, just heart baby!


Blackout

Close your eyes
Cover your ears
shut out the information
girl
you don't need to add
to the dark fantasies
that burn your heart
girl
the evil empire exists
and she's called CNN
avoid her sister as well
you know her as the FOX
girl
sometimes not knowing
will make you stronger
avoid the mounting pain
knowledge will bring you
girl
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Quote:

Originally posted by Ripley
You don't need balls, just heart baby!


Blackout

Close your eyes
Cover your ears
shut out the information
girl
you don't need to add
to the dark fantasies
that burn your heart
girl
the evil empire exists
and she's called CNN
avoid her sister as well
you know her as the FOX
girl
sometimes not knowing
will make you stronger
avoid the mounting pain
knowledge will bring you
girl


Hm. this is interesting and good. Sounds like a beat/jive poem, like Brooks or maybe a short line version of Ginsberg. It has super cool rhythm, anyway.
Try We Real Cool by Gwendolyn Brooks for something similar.
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When my day ends
I don't know when
I'm confused as it is
I'm living in permanent pretend

My evolution is in you
as I trace my fingers along your face
abrassive as embracing always seemed
we belong in this comfortable place

There's images we'll hate to see
as we fold into nightmare territory
if we give up and opt to flee
we'll end this unfinished story

There's danger too if we sleep on through
and what could have been will pass away
sleeping pills will only make for cheap thrills
and the dreaming will become lying

I want to slip away in your open arms
escape the horror of the week
stroke my hair gently and set the alarm
it'll all be better when we wake

And I'm waiting for the dream to be over
for me to wake up alone again
so I want to stay asleep forever
if it means you'll let me in


I went with one of the safer less aggressive ones. More to come once this one gets through the ringer.
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Quote:

Originally posted by Ripley
Blackout

Close your eyes
Cover your ears
shut out the information
girl
you don't need to add
to the dark fantasies
that burn your heart
girl
the evil empire exists
and she's called CNN
avoid her sister as well
you know her as the FOX
girl
sometimes not knowing
will make you stronger
avoid the mounting pain
knowledge will bring you
girl

If I'm interpreting this correctly, I can REALLY relate.
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She writes FAR more poetry than I do.

And she's not here because? I'd like to read hers.

Welcome aboard, Swykk. Don't be shy.

3) Share any thought you may have on poets and poetry.

Heh. You're joking, right?

I'll throw this one in this morning. She is my favorite poet.

"Forget what I mean. What does it mean to you?"

Out of the fire like Catholic saints
Comes Scarlett and her deep complaint
Mimicking tenderness she sees
In sentimental movies
A celluloid rider comes to town
Cinematic lovers sway
Plantations and sweeping ballroom gowns
Take her breath away

Out in the wind in crinolines
Chasing the ghosts of Gable and Flynn
Through stand-in boys and extra players
Magnolias hopeful in her auburn hair
She comes from a school of southern charm
She likes to have things her way
Any man in the world holding out his arm
Would soon be made to pay

Friends have told her not so proud
Neighbors trying to sleep and yelling not so loud
Lovers in anger Block of Ice
Harder and harder just to be nice
Given in the night to dark dreams
From the dark things she feels
She covers her eyes in the x-rated scenes
Running from the reels

Beauty and madness to be praised
'Cause it is not easy to be brave
To walk around in so much need
To carry the weight of all that greed
Dressed in stolen clothes she stands
Cast iron and frail
With her impossibly gentle hands
And her blood-red fingernails

Out of the fire and still smoldering
She says A woman must have everything
Shades of Scarlett Conquering
She says A woman must have everything
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So...killed this thread right off, didn't I? D'oh!
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How can I fight this rage
that should turn like a page
in a love story that is true
but all I see is a reddish hue
she holds you in her open arms
while seducing you with fatal harm
I wish to hate the power she welds
yet to your duty you cannot yield
Red, white and blue we both bleed
in this time of a worlds greatest need
Stars and stripes we both raise high
and yell to the infidels "Semper Fi"
Let not this fickle mistress of fate
rule my heart and cause me to hate





With knees upon the hard Earth . . . hands held high . . . I look up . . . with tears in my eyes . . . into her cold face . . . Diana . . . mistress of the night . . . lady of the hunt . . . lady of wisdom . . . offering . . . what she may take . . . anything . . . for protection . . . to my heart that walks the sands . . .
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I am a novice at poetry (mostly dabble in erotica). Here's
one of mine...


dreamer


See the tides rise high and red
blood moon that shines on me
never feel free
siren’s song I sing to you
feel breath caress your skin
my voice thrums in your heart
fear apart from love
above me I see blood
the flood of your tears I cannot bear
eager lips taste and heal
feelings of heat that compete
with the iciness of your embrace
you drift away..
a dreamer that I can’t chase
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Quote:

Originally posted by FarinaMystica

dreamer


See the tides rise high and red
blood moon that shines on me
never feel free
siren’s song I sing to you
feel breath caress your skin
my voice thrums in your heart
fear apart from love
above me I see blood
the flood of your tears I cannot bear
eager lips taste and heal
feelings of heat that compete
with the iciness of your embrace
you drift away..
a dreamer that I can’t chase




I like it. It's dark, and sad, and beautiful. Thank you.
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I'm liking the stuff by all the newbies, cool, keep this thread alive!

Quest

Stand before me and hear your fate
of which there is no willful escape
time shall test and the test is time
amber sands in the glass do shine
uncountable the number of their kind
hours and days shall you count in your mind
the path is open to you step cautiously there
for a mistep will lead you into the beasts' lair
stand true to your purpose and destiny will unfold
only then will you find the treasure you beg to hold
let not the warm tears of dispair guide your step
for only then will grief and pain be unmerry met
a champion you seek and a champion shall you see
when you stand before life's mirror and seek the key
to unlock the prize sought at the crossroads we make
only then your hearts sole prize can you finally take
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Quote:

Originally posted by Ripley

Quest

Stand before me and hear your fate
of which there is no willful escape
time shall test and the test is time
amber sands in the glass do shine
uncountable the number of their kind
hours and days shall you count in your mind
the path is open to you step cautiously there
for a mistep will lead you into the beasts' lair
stand true to your purpose and destiny will unfold
only then will you find the treasure you beg to hold
let not the warm tears of dispair guide your step
for only then will grief and pain be unmerry met
a champion you seek and a champion shall you see
when you stand before life's mirror and seek the key
to unlock the prize sought at the crossroads we make
only then your hearts sole prize can you finally take
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I really like this, especially "let not the warm tears
of despair guide your step, for only then will grief and pain
be unmerry met"
.
A very honest quest for one to take, indeed.

And Dances With Chainsaws, thank you..
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Gracias, gracias . . . now to only heed my own words . . .

taking a wekend sobatical to write . . .
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One of my favorites from ee cummings, this one
is for the passionate at heart...


somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

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Father...
forgive me,
for I have sinned.

I know all too well
what I do.

I can't stop.
Not now.

It's far too late
to turn back.

Too much blood
on my hands.

Too many
bridges burned.

I don't ask for
forgiveness.

Nor will I plead
for mercy.

I simply want you
to understand.

Why this had
to be done.

Father,
I need you to know
that this is your fault.

This could've been
avoided.

Things could've
been different.

If only you
had been there.

If only you
had loved me.

I was your most
beautiful.

Your most adored
of us all.

Yet, you chose them
over me. Over us.

I still love you
father.

Why have you
forsaken me?
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A. E. Housman (1859–1936).

Is my team ploughing

‘IS my team ploughing,
That I was used to drive
And hear the harness jingle
When I was man alive?’

Ay, the horses trample,
The harness jingles now;
No change though you lie under
The land you used to plough.

‘Is football playing
Along the river shore,
With lads to chase the leather,
Now I stand up no more?’

Ay, the ball is flying,
The lads play heart and soul;
The goal stands up, the keeper
Stands up to keep the goal.

‘Is my girl happy,
That I thought hard to leave,
And has she tired of weeping
As she lies down at eve?’

Ay, she lies down lightly,
She lies not down to weep:
Your girl is well contented.
Be still, my lad, and sleep.

‘Is my friend hearty,
Now I am thin and pine,
And has he found to sleep in
A better bed than mine?’

Yes, lad, I lie easy,
I lie as lads would choose;
I cheer a dead man’s sweetheart,
Never ask me whose.
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Quote:

Originally posted by Trip Fontaine
Who is this?
A twatty Nelson stands before me.

I slap his face
A bastard who dares to judge me.

FUCK YOU
I declare.

A man unworthy
Of a noble name.

I punch his face
The blood runs freely from his nose.

Trickling down.
DOWN.
DOWN.
DOWN.

The fight is won.
I am the one.


I dig the violence in this poem.
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tremble


Cherish the merit in which
you bless this scarred up
world,
love can lead the blind
to light,
bring on the starry nights
that shine in your eyes,
rough hands hold this
cup of gold to
touch my fold,
I lean over and blow
away the souls of
haunted lovers
forever
and taste your
sweetness,
drinking
until I'm besotted
by you..
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Can you see the cracking
along the frail exterior
right now it's still faint
but watch as the weight
makes my back seem inferior
I'm carrying this with me
because my shoulders need the exercise
I'm taking it all with me
and now it's showing on the outside
breaking out from within
eliminates what it intends
the organs fatigue
the bones begin to bend
cripples the body I live in
sometimes you've got to cut the excess
even when you're attached to that weakness
that far away look in my eyes
tells the story of a lifetime
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We've been hit! Man down! Man down!....
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Quote:

Originally posted by Dances with Chainsaws
We've been hit! Man down! Man down!....

. . . changing into Desert Camoflauge to counteract the Beatnik attack . . .
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Oh my eyes!!!
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Soooo....does my stuff suck or what? If you guys dislike it, I don't have to post in here anymore, I'm seriously just kind of looking for some kind of opinion.
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Quote:

Originally posted by Swykk
Soooo....does my stuff suck or what? If you guys dislike it, I don't have to post in here anymore, I'm seriously just kind of looking for some kind of opinion.

no Swykk, you stuff does not suck . . . write for yourself foremost . . . if people enjoy it, or find emotion out of it, you've just clicked with them at the right time . . . None of us here deem to great, we only enjoy sharing whether it sucketh or not! Keep posting . . .



The Path

Sprawled out before me in my dreams
lay the rocky path of the Warrior
walking it seemed to be my way
following the roadsigns posted
like beacons in a stormy night
courage, valor, honor and integrity

So long it took to reach the fork
that divided the path in two
but I stood at the division of time
and realized I walked not alone
but with another who shared my fate

My place along the path was mistaken
for I did not walk this portion as the warrior
fate has shown I walk as a warriors' woman
then why have I been prepared for the battle
when no weapon will I carry into the fight

the answer came as true instinct
so I may hold the line at home
and keep the path clear for his return
while he protects the path for us

His courage must be my faith
his strength must be my lesson
until the path comes together again
and we walk it again as one
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Quote:

Originally posted by Ripley
....write for yourself foremost . . . if people enjoy it, or find emotion out of it, you've just clicked with them at the right time . . . None of us here deem to great, we only enjoy sharing whether it sucketh or not! Keep posting . . .



The Path

Sprawled out before me in my dreams
lay the rocky path of the Warrior
walking it seemed to be my way
following the roadsigns posted
like beacons in a stormy night
courage, valor, honor and integrity

So long it took to reach the fork
that divided the path in two
but I stood at the division of time
and realized I walked not alone
but with another who shared my fate

My place along the path was mistaken
for I did not walk this portion as the warrior
fate has shown I walk as a warriors' woman
then why have I been prepared for the battle
when no weapon will I carry into the fight

the answer came as true instinct
so I may hold the line at home
and keep the path clear for his return
while he protects the path for us

His courage must be my faith
his strength must be my lesson
until the path comes together again
and we walk it again as one



I couldn't have said it better myself....love the poem, by the way.
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I do write for myself but if the people in this thread don't care for it, then I would be willing to not post it is all. I'm glad it is the way it is. Thanks.
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I've been drained empty
these uphill struggles methodically reduce me
paralyzing numbness rises inside
I feel long gone, my eyes swollen from lost pride
fill this void or I cannot survive
this damage done is why I'm alive
hold me close, make me whole again
can I get past this?
if so, tell me when
fallout from the past pisses on the future
and that emptiness bleeds through my emotional suture
another subsequential crucial blow
am I human?
do you even know?
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Quote:

Originally posted by Swykk
I've been drained empty
these uphill struggles methodically reduce me
paralyzing numbness rises inside
I feel long gone, my eyes swollen from lost pride
fill this void or I cannot survive
this damage done is why I'm alive
hold me close, make me whole again
can I get past this?
if so, tell me when
fallout from the past pisses on the future
and that emptiness bleeds through my emotional suture
another subsequential crucial blow
am I human?
do you even know?


I like this. The line, "I fell long gone, my eyes
swollen from lost pride, fill this void or I cannot
survive"
is great, very visual!
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Hunger

The hunger is so intense
But whispers from strangers
Don’t satisfy this beast
Temptation is everywhere
But I will not succumb
Even an innocent brush
Of heat against my own
Does not trigger the warmth
Only you can bring forth
One moment of weakness
Will only bring the pain
There is enough pain to fight
Why bring more into the house
There isn’t enough detergent
To wash clean a soiled soul
Better to leave the dirt outside
Even if I want to play in the mud
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Quote:

Originally posted by Ripley
Hunger

The hunger is so intense
But whispers from strangers
Don’t satisfy this beast
Temptation is everywhere
But I will not succumb
Even an innocent brush
Of heat against my own
Does not trigger the warmth
Only you can bring forth
One moment of weakness
Will only bring the pain
There is enough pain to fight
Why bring more into the house
There isn’t enough detergent
To wash clean a soiled soul
Better to leave the dirt outside
Even if I want to play in the mud


Man, that REALLY sucks.

The problem in the poem, not the poem!
Seriously, though, it's good. I like "inncocent brush of heat against my own" and "better to leave the dirt outside."

I know this feeling...hate it hate it hate it so much.
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Oh my name it is nothin'
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the Midwest
I's taught and brought up there
The laws to abide
And that land that I live in
Has God on its side.

Oh the history books tell it
They tell it so well
The cavalries charged
The Indians fell
The cavalries charged
The Indians died
Oh the country was young
With God on its side.

Oh the Spanish-American
War had its day
And the Civil War too
Was soon laid away
And the names of the heroes
I's made to memorize
With guns in their hands
And God on their side.

Oh the First World War, boys
It closed out its fate
The reason for fighting
I never got straight
But I learned to accept it
Accept it with pride
For you don't count the dead
When God's on your side.

When the Second World War
Came to an end
We forgave the Germans
And we were friends
Though they murdered six million
In the ovens they fried
The Germans now too
Have God on their side.

I've learned to hate Russians
All through my whole life
If another war starts
It's them we must fight
To hate them and fear them
To run and to hide
And accept it all bravely
With God on my side.

But now we got weapons
Of the chemical dust
If fire them we're forced to
Then fire them we must
One push of the button
And a shot the world wide
And you never ask questions
When God's on your side.

In a many dark hour
I've been thinkin' about this
That Jesus Christ
Was betrayed by a kiss
But I can't think for you
You'll have to decide
Whether Judas Iscariot
Had God on his side.

So now as I'm leavin'
I'm weary as Hell
The confusion I'm feelin'
Ain't no tongue can tell
The words fill my head
And fall to the floor
If God's on our side
He'll stop the next war.
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very, very, very good poem, Rath.
It has a consistent and authentic voice, and nice rhythm (though you missed syllables in a few spots) good, fresh, non-forced rhyme, and a cool refrain that's used several different ways for several different meanings. Nice work.
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I didn't write that. That's Bob Dylan's "With God on Our Side." I posted it cause it's one of my favorite pieces of verse.
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Oh.
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Some great new additions here. Swykk, your stuff is good. Like I said, don't be shy. Ripley, I loved that last one.

Rath, this is a great piece. I often wonder how many miss the mark by passing up great lyrics. They're poetry too, but are often dismissed because they carry a tune behind them. Nice choice.
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Sweet distraction lying under my form
you kill the pain from which I have sworn
your gentle hands and passionate kisses
make me forget how much my heart misses
the erotic taste of your flesh upon my mouth
the feeling you give me when you go south
the satisfaction though temporary it may be
i cannot wait to have you again with me



. . . ok, Ripley needs to get laid, GAWD!
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