Favourite Poems....

Wow. Color me impressed! This is great!

Glad to see Maya on here, Cage. And I always look forward to your stuff. As I've told you before, you paint vividly.

At the risk of appearing completely ignorant: wil, who's the author? :eek: Is it you? Anyway, good stuff.

Chris! Same question. Awesome--I mean really--I love the "headlight Mary Magdalene" thing.

Angel, oh Angel--what can I possibly say? It's great. It's so dark and angry (except for the one about Dizzy, of course, and thank you:) ) and heart-wrenching and bloody convicting and I was held intensely by it all.

He-he, I am feeling a bit old and unsophisticated! I'm thinking of posting some of my "darker" stuff--you know, InLove's "angry side"? :D I could think of some other places to do this right now, but where would that get me? ;) :rolleyes:

Well, maybe I'll find one this morning--we have a rehearsel later , so I can't be on here too much today.

17th Angel said:
I warned you before hand... And these were the suitable ones... I have tried since... In my more "happy" phase lol to write more poetry.... But I can't, as a teen I could pull a poem off the top of my head... Now If I try I cannot... Why is that you think???
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I know what you mean. I don't know why there are certain times of inspiration or maybe sometimes we need a cathartic episode or something. Like most of my writing is from the 80's, but so much has happened since then that would seem to bring out the writer in me. I think it is still locked up in my head somewhere, and one of these days, it will just come pouring out. Maybe I need to take a trip--traveling that is :D. When I travel, it just comes out. Maybe I'm just lazy and don't write it down like I used to.

Anyway, maybe I'll stop in a while later and post something just because.

InPeace,
InLove
 
Yep. I feel them coming on soon! Just want to stop back in for the heck of and say "H.B." again to Cage, 'cause I know he is reading this!;)

InPeace,
InLove
 
I'll post one of my darker one's. Though, it's not nearly as dark as 17th's, lol! Good stuff, man! I Love dark scribe . . .


‘Shattered Soul’


Church bells toll glorious, and true
violent chills race up over a spine.
‘Tis a man, a sinner, unruly, and rude
the holy father he may never find.
No wisdom held in high regard
no upright walk, but wicked way.
Tattered from his death, posing as birth
is but his entrance to hells doorway.

From the beginning of birth, decaying
deterred from the righteous tongue.
Marching onward bent on living, but
falling backward off the ladders rung.
A ghostly pale covers him whole...
darkened circles underneath his eyes.
So tired of losing every war, left
wearing this seasoned guise.

Never knowing joy in life, burned
over the righteous coals of God.
Wanton, weary, wicked from womb
he is a spawn of Satan’s rod.
Whore to evil, to Lucifer true, his mother
the woman that paved his way.
Forced to live with without caring eyes
his mind hardened with evil sway.

The church bell tolls its holy tune.
Tis this man that hell has wrought.
God is calling a shattered soul, to save
but his deafened ears hear not.
A desperate call to salvations grace
is shrugged off with an angry sigh!
Wanton, weary, wicked, and lost,
Yet, the father he will always deny

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And another one . . . This is how I came up with my user name years ago, lol! :D


‘Caged’


Desired expectations, insane revelations
losing heavens reward-eyes wide open

(Still I’m blind)

Forever in mind, twisting-turning
evolving-yearning-break me down

(Then build me up again)

You mend, a loss of hope-your reasons appall
to me you call-you bring me up

(Just for the fall)

Standing tall-loss of faith, religion once more
corrupts my core-take my breath

(Then drown me in fire)

I’ll wallow in this mire-from up to down
a smile to frown-twisting in this swirl

(I exist to give)

I take to live-nothing can be lost
forever tossed-a coin, heads up-heads down

(forever bound)

Never found-never saved, my mind at rage
I’m in this cage, but no breaking free

(From the bent reality-that is me)

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Wow, that's right! I had almost forgot it was my B-day, lol! Thank you InLove...you're the first to wish my a happy one. :)
 
Happy Birthday Cage!

What I want to know is...how does InLove know the birthdays?

Have a great one!
 
I like it cage nice nice!!! :D Happy birthday btw.......

My keyboard is acting up so appologies in advance for any oddites... lol..

What about "cheerpy dark"? Found another acceptable one in my book.

Oh how happy! Oh such Celebration!
Wonderful warm vibe of destruction.
Slippery wet fun within bloodshed and liquidation.
Hand in hand psycho's throughout the nation.
Oh how content! Oh such bliss!
Chuckling as their gutted like fish.
Too much joy could slit my wrists.
Victims amble hoping to be next their wish.
humorous mutilation, temptation you can't resist.
Oh how gay! Oh so merry!
Stabbed with a clean blade such decency.
Tenderness of brutality.
As sweet to the ear as child hilarity.
The modern sphere such a warm safe locality.
Oh how tantalising! Oh such delight!
Murder gives images of rainbows and pears so ripe.
Peaches and plums, honeybees in flight.
Tingly feeling of the bell on a bike.
Oh such amusement, oh such Luxuries!
I like to share lush red strawberries,
Bananas and cherries!
Lemons and limes!
Also got a butcher cleaver, but that's mine!
Oh how bubbly! Oh so casual!
Puppy dogs, scenic trails and carnivals!
First romantic kiss, they meet anothers lips, blood drips.
Hazel eyes, golden skies, and sweet suprise.
Oh such security! Oh blessed free will.
Cola chills they give me thrills and Nyquil pills!
Throwing people from skyscraper windowsills.
Illuminating roses and pure green hills.
Like the blood of the wicked from my heart love spills.
Oh gather in fun, oh join the flock.
Warm and snug like a bug in a sock.
The exciting suspense and the funny shock.
Your inners shinny like a sticky red lollypop!
Oh such humour! Oh angel wings!
As my blade swins in air, it sings.
A death deserved of one thousand kings.
And all of these things, happiness brings....

Kinda hyper happy psychopathic darkness there.
 
Keep telling yourself, InLove, "It's just a poem...It's just a poem...":D

Greeting card writer, are you, Angel?:eek:

(Prober, I find the birth dates in the Member's List)

Okay, well--I've only got a minute here, but as promised--

(And, LOL, I had this one lined up before yours, Angel, so I don't want you to think I am writing it in response. :eek:) This was something I wrote when one of my children was hurt by someone, but since then I have found other meanings in there.

Destroyer

Destroyer waits in tarnished glory upon the glittered sea
Ready to fire his weapons to protect the mystery.
He doesn't know its illusion,
So he blindly guards the key
To the gates of his shining city
Beneath the glittered sea.

I am just a weary traveler; I am almost home,
Gliding toward the sunny shore that I have called my own;
At last upon familiar waters, I have come so far--
Destroyer, do you really think we need to go to war?

Destroyer, aiming all your weapons at me--
You little destroyer--I'll survive you'll see;
For I am guarding dreams
Much more real than all your schemes
And I will reach my destiny
Beyond your glittered sea.

You've heard stories of the ages--
Legacies in pirate's guise;
And so your war still rages--
You can't see around their lies,
But I have seen with my eyes.

The hidden treasures of their stories
Have shifted with the sands;
And though they dream of gold and glory,
It's sifted through their hands,
But they refuse to understand--
Come with me to a brighter land.

Destroyer waits in aged addle upon the sea alone,
A warrior of forgotten battles, with no place to call home,
For he's been busy guarding
His city of mystery
Knowing not his castle lies in ruins
Beneath the glittered sea.

Destroyer, aiming all your weapons at me--
You little destroyer, no choice you leave to me;
For I am guarding dreams
That are much more real than all your schemes,
And I will reach my destiny
Beyond your glittered sea.

Destroyer, put down your weapons, let me be--
Little destroyer, why do you want to hurt me?
Someday bitter tears and salty waters
Will rust your sinking bow,
And faded flags and tattered banners
Will tell the tale of how
The lock did break the weakened key
Beneath your glittered sea.

© 1986
 
Thanks Prober, and 17th . . . . I'm picking my son up later today; he wants to spend some time with me on my b-day. He's been sick all week, and in bed all week, but he's getting up to come see me. Class act kid, man. :)

InLove, once again, great stuff!

17th, all I can say is WOW! :eek: I'm lovin it!

Here's a dark, and somewhat troubling one from me. I wrote it 4 years ago:


Sacred


Fragile veins, needle gashed arms,
horrendous badges upon array.
Every wound a moment in time
in which she’s able to fade away.

Her addiction burns deep inside,
like inflictions of swallowed glass.
Thus, poison she’ll thrust into her veins,
so she can die again at last.

This evil alliance eases the hurt.
Her needs she cannot resist.
It is only when the pain subsides,
that it seems life no longer exists.

Alone she sits in a candle lit room,
the shadows animate the walls.
She hovers a spoon over the flame,
then a sizzle, and again death calls.

Preparing her fix she pulls the plunge,
then a push to bleed out the air.
The needle ready to make its mark,
and assist in containing despair.

A strap is wrapped around her arm,
and then a tap to find a vein.
Soon she’ll find what she’s looking for.
Yes, soon she will feel no pain.

Virtual death is found in this needle,
the needle sets in descending pace.
Knowing she needs it, she injects,
and now the sinner finds her grace.

In parallel she begins to sink;
her head clears, and images blur.
This savior now extends his arms,
and once again, life sleeps for her.


~James~
 
("Deafness" seems to be a recurring theme around the boards these days, so....)

The Deaf Ear

In the courtrooms and the churches,
The subways and the bars--
People clinging to their fear,
And they turn a deaf ear to it all.

Competition, recognition
Seem to be the order of the day--
The prince and his paupers,
The queen and her daughters
Have a game they've learned to play...
Up the ladder they fall.

Contradiction, blind ambition--
The ego says they must win,
And they sit in smug repose
When you've "failed" and everyone knows,
And they're so glad that it wasn't them.
And they feel so sorry as they tell your story.

I want to hear something sincere--
I want to help heal the deaf ear
Upon which silence falls,
Upon which service calls,
And if no one listens, who will hear?

In the courtrooms and churches,
The subways and the bars--
People clinging to their fear,
And they turn a deaf ear to it all,
And silence falls.

Listen, if you have ears--
Listen....

I want to say something sincere--
I want to help heal the deaf ear
Upon which silence falls,
Upon which service calls
And if no one's listening,
Who's gonna hear?

© 1985
 
I have a couple of freeform "poems" posted somewhere on the forums (right now I'm not focused enough to seek them out. :p) I'll post the links later. :)

Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine
 
Hey, Phyll and Company :)

I think that when I referred to great stuff on other threads, I was really talking about you (and maybe some others) Why else would I point everyone to my own debaucle?

Those threads were here when I got here. ;)

InPeace,
InLove
 
After a night in New Orleans :D Good times!


‘Bourbon Street’


A bass guitar is thumping
with the delicious sound of a sax
a jazz man singing about New Orleans;
all the regulars tip their hats

Electric lights brighten the Quarter
the ladies all raise their shirts
“Show your t**s” the chant of choice
for beads they are amazing flirts.

Ageless vampires clear the alleys
as they walk in lines of three
with black trench coats, and long dark hair
these gods of the streets are free

The beggars will beg for a little change
some rolling legless on their carts
the rich walk by in careless haste
walking by with hardened hearts

From orgy bars too tasteless to describe
to a voodoo shop with gods of old
statues carved out of wood
holding memories of Marie Laveau.

Parades, beads, it’s Mardi gras
tis the season for flamboyant display
hurricanes drank all through the night
it’s a haven for decedent play

Ahh, Bourbon St. In New Orleans
its sin is all but ideal
city life, music, bars, and fun
sexy woman, and amazing appeal.
 
Re: Favourite Poems.WAR!

he's 5 foot 2 & he's 6 foot 4
he fight with missiles & with spears

he's all of 31 & he's only 17
he' been a soldier for a 1000 years

he's a catholic, a hindu, an atheist, a jain
a buddhist and a baptist and a jew

and he knows he shouldn't kill
and he knows he always will

killing for me my friend
and me for you

and he's fighting for canada
and he's fighting for france

he's fighting for the usa
and he's fighting for the russians

and he's fighting for japan
and he thinks we'll put an end to war this way

and he's fighting for democracy
and he's fighting for the reds

he says its for the peace of all

he's the one who must decide
who's to live and who's to die

and he never sees the writing on the wall

but without him how could hitler
have condemned him with avowe

and without him caesar
would have stood alone

he's the one who gives his body
as a weapon of the war

and without him
all this killing can't go on

he's the universal soldier
he really is to blame

his orders come from far away no more
they come form here and there and you and me

and brothers and sisters can't you see
this is not the way put an end to war.........
 
Hi Angel--I was cajoling when I made the remark about greeting cards. :)

It says lots about your skill as a writer if what you write evokes pictures and emotions, right? Whether they are warm butterflies or shudders....its art--you are a painter.

Enjoying your writing, too Cage--hope your son is feeling better. And welcome, chakraman!

InPeace,
InLove
 
I know inlove, we coo, we coooo!

Some pretty awesome poems coming out here, from both sides of the scales, truly good to see something we can all have a bit of "fun" with. :D

Manowar... The singer of that band... He's a true poet.

Burn the bridge behind you
Leave no retreat
There's only one way home
Those who laugh and crowd the path
And cut each other's throats
Will fall like melting snow
They'll watch us rise with fire in our eyes
They'll bow their heads
Their hearts will hang low
Then we'll laugh and they will kneel
And know this heart of steel was
Too hard to break
Too hard to hold

Stand and fight
Live by your heart
Always one more try
I'm not afraid to die
Stand and fight
Say what you feel
born with a heart of steel
 
Well, things are rather quiet around the boards this afternoon. So, more poetry? Hope you don't mind another original (it's a song, too). Just a story, but based on a real person.

Cactus Rose

Cactus Rose, you old woman,
You've seen so many things;
You came to this town in a covered wagon--
Now people fly around in air machines;
He was lookin' for land, he said,
But he settled for taverns instead;
So you learned to boldly grasp the thorns
To gather roses; Now your hands
Are tired and worn.
And few ever understood
You just did what you could.

Cactus Rose, they say you were a pistol
In your younger days;
But you knew that flowers grew among the thistles,
And no one understood your ways;
You were too tough--they called you shady,
But Cactus Rose, I know you were a lady,
Boldly grasping the thorns.
Now your wrinkled hands, tired and worn,
Show you just did what you could
And few ever understood.

And no one ever visited Cactus Rose
Except a few stray cats and some hobos;
And little kids, when we could slip away--
Late one night, I heard you pray--
Cactus Rose, in the song I watched you play--

And she sang, "Oh, you're a river that flows,
And cools my soul, time and again;
When my spirit is weak,
Parched by this burning desert heat,
You come and quench my pain
Like desert rain.

Cactus Rose, you old woman,
You've seen so many things;
If this old world could just slow down--
If they could only hear you sing;
We'd all be so much stronger
And wiser for your wear.
But Cactus Rose just sits alone,
Waves from her rocking chair.

And she sings, "Oh, you're a river that flows,
And cools my soul, time and again;
When my spirit is weak,
Parched by this burning desert heat,
You come and quench my pain
Like desert rain.

You come and quench my pain
Like desert rain.

© 1987
 
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