A Poem Thread

you know...
there really
shouldn't be
does and do nots
in poetry (conTRAdicTORY).

{{Still, thine, nay, etc are still fun when one intends to lighten the modd, yes?
 
They burn my soul
when Shakespear speaks,
but between your lips
the words sound like mockery.
 
"Graves at my command
have waked their sleepers, opend, and let 'em forth
by my so potent art"
(William Shakespeare, "The Tempest")
 
Submission

She smiles at me
I feel anger
She searches my soul
I am exposed.
She takes my hand
I feel like a child
She brings me home
I am at rest

c20 ©Today
 
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They have never burnt my soul,
and yes, I use them to mock;
It is not my language,
this 'old English'.
It should your warning--
thine, thou, ... hah!
 
Life is for the living
Death is for the dead
Let life be like music
and death a note unsaid

Langston Hughes
 
No comment, said the silent world
You are on your own
I might explain how you came to be
if it really must be known,
But on second thought, I'm getting old
and I'd rather you tell me.

(c) 2004 work in progress
 
The quiet dawn will bring the stars,
breath will dissolve into dew,
and many will be your blossoms.


(c) RM

(It sounds better in my native language)
 
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The Prayer in Two.

1.
Let the detractors of this love suffer
in the blazing fire your wrath
brought upon their adulterer.

But let your guilt disguise,
for I am washed in a restlessness
of the lost soul that seeks its own death
aboard a midsummer full of carefree wanderings.

Realize that I do not seek that which
instills the fear of that which
with selfless joy, must forsake
the eternal sunshine of your heart's folly.

Oh, you of the unforgiving rain
that falls on a fallen hero,
have mercy on the grave of your sheep.
The bloody love that holds me hostage
and refuses to let go must not also fall in disgrace.

2.
Numbness, the barrier against the decision to make--
A mind defenseless against the killings of me.
Life's motions have brought me to the fork,
and I've chosen the far easier road.
I am a coward.
What more privileges, my wicked heart?
Decisions made, a life scarred--
I am a wicked fool capable of love,
surely my penance promises a whimsical joy?
NO.

Surely (c) is unneeded as shit's obviously copyrighted
 
Ah! Most of these poems are so good...Hmph. Seems almost ashame to put mine up here. Oh well. Shoot me if you must.

I'm lost and cold and not that old
To be feeling the way that I do
My thoughts get scrambled
When all i can think of is you
I'm a tad bit fadded
And a little bit jadded
and to keep living isn't very persuading
All I want to do is lie
and say everythings fine
So I try
But I cannot cry
So now I wonder why....
Why did I do that to you?
 
Homegrown sanity,
I face you like a roaring sea;
there's no lock, there's no switch,
it just explodes
and then rests on the fading flames.

Like a sinking
gigantic starship in a swamp:
lights are dimming,
no s.o.s.,
crew is watching an online dream.

Friends?
what friends?
they are shaking their heads,
behind the doors
zombie doctors laughing
at your name
and preparing a pill
of deadly, deadly reality.

---
© 2004 by Avatar
just for the fun
 
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I feel your hands
round my neck,
feel like a saint
being killed again.

On a cross
nailed and still
weeping my tears of steel
I'm happy to see you again,
being killed
once again.

---
© 2004 by Avatar
 
The commuters

A mass of black, mixed with white,
topped by pink faces,
slitter across the pavement.
Marching ants lost in monotony
As they take orders from the invisible
queen who sends messages
via a smokescreen of rich promises;
Indelible.

I heard last week another got killed;
earlier, another got maimed;
still earlier, three thousand got killed
as fear gripped the slithering masses.
And so came to be that a puppet shall rule them;
Predictable.

Now, fear displaced to a puppet,
the whole dominating the one,
dissent squashed by the un-wavering hand
of the string puller,
They chant silent anthems of pride;
the members of a dying hope.
They display empty emblems of pride;
the members of a lost dream;
Contemptible.



---
So be it then: © 2004 thefountainhed
 
мёртвая осень скучает по мне,
мёртвая осень как слабость в темноте,
бегает, бегает как слабость во мне,
осень заблудилась
и талкает и толкает за собой в темноту.

---
© 2004 by Avatar

ok,ok, a stupid translation ->
---
(dead autumn is longing for me)
(dead autumn like a weakness in dark)
(is running, is running like a weakness in me)
(the autumn is lost)
(and is pulling, is pulling me along with it in the dark)
 
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Three dark kisses on your arms,
three bloody holes
in you.

A well so deep you can not see,
but all is left to fantasy
and monsters in your dreams.

Coming, kissing
from under the bed,
getting rid of reality.

Three black holes in your arms,
three bloody pictures in your head:
you can not delete them,
can not kill,
who knows who more is you,
those pictures or that skin?

---
© 2004 by Avatar
 
Three thousand lightyears away
I'm smiling,
digging into a star;
all these photons,
all this past
heading nowhere.

Leaving a message
on my phone
where to point the telescope.

Just like now
somewhere far away
a planet spins into a no-man's land -
timespace in our arms
is folding into dreams.

And maybe somewhere
three thousand lightyears away
dragons fly
and genies ask for your wish.

Master,
where to point the telescope?

---
© 2004 by Avatar
 
Saule riet,
un ēnas skrien,
ķer aiz krāgiem pēdējos,
kas mājup steidz.

Smiltis tumsā
spēlē uz vijolēm,
un virszemē paceļ gulošos.

Pirms nāves lūdzās
sev debesis,
bet slapja smilts mutes aizbēra.

Tagad, pēc asinīm un lietus
vienīgā vēlme ir izčibēt,
bet zeme nelaiž prom.

No zemes esi nācis,
par zemi tapsi:
zemes smiekli,
zemes acis.

Kā lelle diedziņos
tārpi asinsvados
dzen uz priekšu - kustēties,
dzen uz priekšu - kliegt.

Un ne jau nāve
tārpus radīja,
bet paša smadzenes,
izniekojot dzīvību.

---
© 2004 by Avatar

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a stupid translation ->
---

The sun is setting
and the shadows run
grabbing those
who hurry home.

Sand in the dark
plays on violins
and rises those who sleep.

Before the death
they prayed for heaven,
but wet sand filled their mouths.

Now, after the blood and rain
the only wish is to dissapear
but the soil won't release.

From the earth you have come
the earth you shall become:
earth's laughter
and eyes.

Like a doll in strings
worms in the blood:
drive forward - move,
drive forward - scream.

And it wasn't the death
what made the worms,
but own's brain
wasting the life.
 
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