A Poem Thread

Nothing Much


one time I felt I was the shiney pearl,
The seas were my lasting home...
I kept all my truth in a lttle box,
I knew certain I wasn't alone...

I stood tall and strong in the winds of Despair,
Never shirking what I was to Do..
Now to find that as I used my mind,
Meanings were sometimes Missconstrued...

If My Being were constant and certain,
and life weren't a gambling bet...
As change occurred and I listened to words,
Never utter I thought and then slept..

Life is often a gamble of wits,
No Rules, many slogans to write..
Thinking tommorrow I will If I feel to the task,
Now I'm thinking give me one more night..

Somehow I have lost my connection I think,
No longer to be certain I am..
At times I dwell on the living Hell,
And wonder loudly if life is a Scam...

Many put off today for tomorrow,
With youth thinking not often a lot..
In the sea of Earthly faces just one,
Just one fills an empty slot..

Like spokes in the wheel of endless time,
Great mountains can dwindle to dust..
Never knowing who stood with still shadows,
Like the baker discards burnt crust..

I am alive and hope it means something,
My mark is a little one indeed..
In wonder I ask the Small Question,
Do we ever get what We NEED?

~Slim~
 
In brotherhood, the rebels stood,
their backs against the wall.
Their hands in fists, blood rose in mists
as the soldiers heard the call.
Traitors, they said, as the rebels bled.
But still they would not raise a hand.
The villagers awe at the courage they saw
was the light from this brotherly band.


House Ravenhearte: "No, we're not a cult."
 
. desires .


he was a god,
played in the sandbox of time
building rocks and building stars .

every dream
that we see vividly
and believe it’s real – it’s true!
our fantasies are somewhere there,
out there where is the truth .

we shape our kids
in the image of gods
like we always wanted to be,
but the life has it’s secret tricks
and fantasies are only ours .

there’s a chance
and we curse it’s the only one,
life is dice and it is real -
only once in eternity .

screams explode
where desires cross their swords,
they are pure energy .

use it now
don’t hope for another try
every game has it’s own rules...
and sounds die
in the vacuum of space .
 
Pearl was an irritating child
for being a natural gem.
Living with sharp edges
was not her famly's desire.
Her eyes flashed wild ruby
when she was mischievous.
For years she was
practically a prisoner
in the upper chambers
of her home.
The change was so slow at first
you wouldn't have noticed.
Her eyes slowly glazed.
Her figure filled out.
Finishing school,
makeovers and
debutant balls,
rounded Pearl
with superficiality.
Yet deep inside
was that flake
of pure ruby
that friends and family
would never see.
Smooth and slick
with an unpredictable wobble
she always amazed
her lovers.
To see her roll down
a spiral staircase
you could virtually taste
her speed, beauty
and natural grace.
Behind contagious smiles
and infectious fun
we suspected trouble
she could cause
any Senator's son.
She stands alone today
while others just
string along.
She knows how to play
yet remain
incredibly strong.




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Evening news

6 o'clock news.


Terminate, eliminate
Murder slash and kill
Dispatch, assassinate
Drop a poison pill

Liquidate eradicate
Put them down and quell
Settle a score
Slaughter and gore
Send them straight to hell.

Decimate meet their fate
Slay and take a life
They shuffled off their mortal coil
Far from pain and strife.

Hit , slaughter
Shot their sons and daughters
Take em out
Capizass
Whack like all the others.

Snuff, stuff,
fatally rape
Decapitate the head of state
Lets all get really tough

Deprive of life, take a ride
Until they’ve had enough
Up with ultimate sacrifice
Opps they lost their life.


Turn the gun on the crowd
Teach’em for us all
Strafe and bomb
The human race
With precision shock and awe.
 
El Dorado

Iraqi oil was pure gold
and George was in a hurry.
so he bet the Ranch and won.
But at a billion bucks a week,
winning's not much fun.

The plumbing is shot
the pipes full of holes
and our fortune is lost.
But the worst thing of all
are the lives that it cost.

What can we show
for our billion a week?
Money for CEO's.
Just think what we could have built
Right here at home.

You know a flood of blood
for a lake of oil
is a trade thats made in hell.
The modern day El Dorado
is just an oil well.

Troops can't guard all
12,000 miles
for the oil to flow.
You may not think much about it
until it's your time to go.

Think what we could have built
right here at home,
where Conquistadors
once walked high and low
in search of El Dorado.

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He needed a wife and went shopping.
Something with : low mileage
and a comfortable ride.
Small enough to park
large enough to glide.

A stylish fit and finish.
Low maintenance and accident free.
Good pick up, not one that stunk.
No rips in the seat
or junk in the trunk.

She should be responsive
and hold her curves.
She should start every morning
and not get on his nerves.

She has to be cool
with plenty of heat
she has to run true
and better not leak.

He found her before
he'll find her again.
He's had 44
horrific trade-ins.



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Critiques?

Hey, if anyone out there wants to critique the poetry I've submitted, please do so. Thanks.
 
DIVINE HYPOCRISY



launch upon the wind of youth,
caress the undying stream.
of triumphs, heartache, fruitless victory,
polarity opposite to the dream.
teacher of the gods creates,
a fountain cascading spring.
the illusionary veils it tight,
crowds defining multitude does it bring.
the teeming plain of Delphi,
now home to reassurer seekers.
chokes with the excesses of extravagance,
thrifted away by holy augerers.

the scene repeats over and anon,
in places known yet unknown,
the ignorance of a believeing populace,
causes their 'god' to weep and moan.
For what is god but surreal manifestation?
now an instrument of profit for the oppurtune.
the scene repeats, beguiling the masses,
atheism's voice is lifted to a higher tune.
 
This is what I wanted;
this is what I need.
It is the fruit of wisdom,
better than even weed.

It warps my normal state
and wakes my sense anew.
And everywhere I look of late
I get a different view.

You are my new dealer, dear
it's you that makes me high.
Whenever you are near
I don't want to die.
 
This heart stops it's beating,
i'm running out of time.
I pour forth all my feeling
to complete this little rhyme.
I take all you have given
and return it thousand-fold.
I hope i am forgiven
for all the lies i told.
 
Thnx, I really like all the stuff you've been posting. The lines:

the scene repeats over and anon,
in places known yet unknown,
Click to expand...

come to mind. Great stuff.

Science Saves

Listen to the waves
as science saves
nothing for tommorow
but a trillion for today

Watch the night come
falling with the drum
never again live tommorow
but a million to one on today
 
nestled in secluded splendor
living out my own december
caught in this eternal winter
i don't know where i am

all my life goes by so slowly
and my self esteem is lowly
i don't know who it is that owns me
but i know i'm not free

as i age the trees grow bolder
but every year i just grow colder
as every year my bones get older
i know i'm not free

time has wrapped it's arms around me
and i pass toward what i can't see
the trees are singing rock-a-by baby
and the cradle's bought to fall

wind has picked up
dirt has kicked up
rain like water from a full cup
is pouring down on me

time has come to take me away
it won't listen to what i say
i can't keep time at bay
the trees whisper their assent

it has come and i am gone now
but i'm here and i don't know how
the trees, they laugh and dance and bow
and i gallop round their roots
 
No one loves me,
no one cares.
You say you do,
but you lie.
You won't be there
when I die.
I doubt that you
will even cry.

No one loves me,
why should they.
I don't deserve
that kinda care.
I don't deserve
that kind of feeling.
I'm not worth
anyone's love.
 
Hiding behind shadows.
Tattered beyond rhyme.
Soaked inside your hatred.
Running out of time.

Bleeding out my sadness.
Screaming out my pain.
Running through the madness.
Soaking wet from rain.

All the little demons,
come outside to play.
Bring with them their spite,
to give to me today.

Blood seals bonds of hate.
Hate grows beyond love.
Everyone has their fate.
I give mine a shove.
 
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