A Poem Thread

Silken skin on rough material
Softly you ask me if I am ethereal
But as long as you stay --
warm sunshine on a chilly day,
moonlight on a misty meadow --
I will knock upon your door
and sit with you
on your bedroom floor...

(A first for me: I posted this from my cellphone! Couldn't see the formatting on the small screen, so I fixed it now. ©1999 or later)
 
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To touch is to take
from time, from dust, from a place, from space,
from saints, from forgotten, from untold;
To touch is to face
eternity embodied in a second, a flash!,
a lightning strike through brain!

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© 2005 Avatar
 
I think this is appropriate for Sciforums. © 2006 Andris Krastins (Avatar)

[The fish return to the desert]


Breaking the sands..
walking, walking upon a dried up sea,
walking, breaking, slowly crying,
laughing in a dried up sea.

Slowly filling the dried up sea
with the wind from laughter
and the water from tears, salt..
salt in tears, the fish return.

Empty sand! - it's a crying land,
body is breaking - no life!, it's a dying land,
I give all from my breaking body, take!

In your ears, in my ears from memories
can hear the fish return to the sea,
wind and water breaking the sands,
covering my footsteps, breaking my bones.

The fish, the fish return to the sea,
seaweeds covering my hands
and the last I see is the fish
where there was just empty sand.

Life!

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This song is dedicated to the <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/678898.stm"><u>Aral sea</u></a>.
Let us be better than our fathers. No such works of horror again!
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<em>Here once was sea and life</em>:
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Concomitance

Revolution
Absolution
Bound in spite
Unchained in delight
Elevate
Consecrate
Wrapped in glitter-gloss
Unravelled in timeless-loss
Declaration
Observation
Locked in keyless
Break in needless
Designate
Infiltrate
Tied in control-type
Loosened in endless-hype
Condemnation
Resuscitation
Restrained in cord
Freedom in our lord
Desecrate
Congregate
Burnt in sacrifice
Crowned in cowardice
 
Ahem. (Thats the title, dammit!)

Let me spread some words across this page,
Sit back, exhale, and upon them gaze.
Wonder, ponder, rustle them around,
Blink, compute, and see what is found.

I notice that amongst them there is a word,
Not silly, or frivolous or necessarily absurd.
But a sweetie, a honey, some letters in array,
Let me see, where’s my specs, what does it say?

Ah, now I see, it is much clearer to me,
It says ‘love” and my dear, I give it to thee.
 
abstraction


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The asimetric field

The moon above is wet in wind
and sorrow in the eye of dust.
I speak of god and man and mad...
I hope to crush and to rebound.
The likes of which i never knew,
a man of wind is here to grow,
to live within the fountain flow
and to submit.
He speaks of golden Atalantas
and of the music here without,
I hear and cry and am proturbed
in wind therein and in without.
O , God how empty you remaine,
when all one is, is turned to dust !
I hope and pray that you will find
the man within the mad without.

Copyright T.C.T. - aka Kziglu_bey, Today 22 feb. year 7514 from the founding of
the world.
Local time 01:43 AM
 
Ode to Ancamna

Water water everywhere,
And not a drop to drink
I sincerely hope to get a taste,
Perhaps before I sink.

Lulling by this riverside,
The silky liquid whispers sweet
I wish I could become a drop,
Flowing fast yet remain discreet.

And better see what seems unclear,
Swirling liquid distorting sense
Splashing smatter sullen stream,
Engulfing flow of thoughts immense.
 
The System…

Was I ever going to reach the space?
Were ready hand meets ready grace
I never would have said I should,
But now I have, yet knew I could.

Was I ever going to beat the norm?
Of steady effort with honesty born
Of lasting calm and serene expression,
My hands unbound in eager recession.

Was I ever going to bear the fruit?
The growth of vine in a business suit
Of achieved awards and attained status,
Vacuum wrapped in balloons that deflate us.

Was I ever of a knowing so certain?
That the next act awaits the final curtain
I now leave the worldly to its sad delusion,
And draw into myself my profound conclusion.
 
No worries Cotton, facing ones fears crushes their power. Besides, I wouldnt` leave you alone in this jungle! :)
 
Yes, facing ones fears definitely crushes their power, and thanks for not leaving me alone in this jungle we call the modern age. I couldn't stand it alone. ;)
 
Song for Dr Dee.

Running in the darkness,
Nay … hiding from the light.
Lest the glare of slow revelation,
Does sear the seer … and far too bright.

Walking in the shadows,
Nay … peeping through the glass.
Lest the awareness of the awakener,
May catch a glimpse … of the future past.

Standing in the first rays,
Nay … slowly raising up thy head.
Lest the invisible seeks unfair gain,
And taste the promise … in fresh new bread.

Laying in the midday glare,
Nay … holding court and self aware.
Lest the dues paid to the keeper,
In vain misplaced … and in essence bare.
 
I read this poem in "perks of being a wallflower" I thought it was really nice.

Perks layout

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star

And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year that Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that wsa the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem

And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed or even talked
And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup That made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.
 
That is an interesting poem hug-a-tree. It sort of reminds me of Tom Waits.
 
TOM WAITS - "9th & Hennepin"
(from "Rain Dogs" - 1985)

Well it's 9th and Hennepin
And all the donuts have
Names that sound like prostitutes
And the moon's teeth marks are
On the sky like a tarp thrown over all this
And the broken umbrellas like
Dead birds and the steam
Comes out of the grill like
The whole goddamned town is ready to blow.
And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos
And everyone is behaving like dogs.
And the horses are coming down Violin Road
And Dutch is dead on his feet
And the rooms all smell like diesel
And you take on the
Dreams of the ones who have slept here.
And I'm lost in the window
I hide on the stairway
I hang in the curtain
I sleep in your hat
And no one brings anything
Small into a bar around here.
They all started out with bad directions
And the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear,
One for every year he's away she said, such
A crumbling beauty, but there's
Nothing wrong with her that
$100 won't fix, she has that razor sadness
That only gets worse
With the clang and thunder of the
Southern Pacific going by
As the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet
Till you're full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin
And you spill out
Over the side to anyone who'll listen
And I've seen it
All through the yellow windows
Of the evening train.
 
theres many sides to me no one could understand
its difficult for myself, understand the son of man
theres more than only one but the earths filled with fakes
it hurts to see the truth until i race to kill a race
ive maybe lost all my logic, you call my psycotic
but its all real in my world, eyes in my sockets
pull them rigth the fuck out with my pride in my pockets
take a look at myself yo im disguised as neurotic
narcotics changed my brain but its balanced with disciplined pain
i train myself to hurt and all my talents are driven the same
i pick change, listen up the worlds fuckin sick mayne
i focus on myself, im self centred like rick james
dimension to dimension im escapign this sick game
mixed strange worlds all colliding in this brain
ill access shit that no creatures ever scene
im feasting in the truth and yo ill teacha better scene
taking over all my life and every particle in it
every bolder in my sight will either rise or diminish
this is my game motehrfucker lies of the wicked
will be obvious for everyone im guidign the timid
just let me choose my own death so when im left out of breath
i'll be fealing no regrets just a wretched fuckin hex
is this a test? or will i experience treachory
the learning never stops and no abilities impress me
but actions do because directly they test me
to push myself further the sucess recipe
lifes about what ya bin through, the learning never stops
im discerning my sins to create some better crops
 
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