Aaa yes, I threw it through the window. I have spelt it correctly in other posts. Thank you for pointing this out. I would prefer somebody say something (in a cordial manner) rather than it go unchecked. Intentional or not I'll guarantee you that it will happen again. Who knows, maybe by trying to spell it the other way it will come out right. Hopefully such a public mistake will burn it a little deeper into my brain. Obviously my grammar check doesn't work so well, must be time for a new wordprocessor.
A Poem Thread
- Thread starter Angelus
- Start date
Half of Me
I am not afraid to be alone
Because the only comfort I have is solitary
In fact, alone is easier
Does that piss you off?
If I wasn’t with you,
I would have left by now
I would have gone away and done those things…
All those things you said I couldn’t do
I’m not afraid of life, of living
Not like you
But do you know why I stay?
Why I look in the mirror and cry?
Your death, your absence
Would bleed me dry
I am not afraid to be alone
Because the only comfort I have is solitary
In fact, alone is easier
Does that piss you off?
If I wasn’t with you,
I would have left by now
I would have gone away and done those things…
All those things you said I couldn’t do
I’m not afraid of life, of living
Not like you
But do you know why I stay?
Why I look in the mirror and cry?
Your death, your absence
Would bleed me dry
I agree.
Sometimes you have to just sit still and listen to the natural World.
Little waterfalls on streams have a lot to say too.
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I gotta go pee.
Yes I wrote it.
Ode to the Trilby Cat.
The cat bite hard she growled and spat
under the soft felt trilby hat.
She had the most determined grip
and from her perch shed never
slip.
Her tail it flicked, her ears flat dipped,
into a bald mans head she bit.
And all day long on business trips,
shed give the passing crowd a hiss.
From Russian blues and Maine Coons,
bald men now march to a feline tune.
From kittens gray to tabby’s splayed
the selections come in the widest
range.
The shame of it! The pain of it!
You’d think people would complain
of it?
But alas its true I’m telling you, if you’re
bald you can have one too.
Cause men take cats to work these
days on their heads as toupees.
Ode to the Trilby Cat.
The cat bite hard she growled and spat
under the soft felt trilby hat.
She had the most determined grip
and from her perch shed never
slip.
Her tail it flicked, her ears flat dipped,
into a bald mans head she bit.
And all day long on business trips,
shed give the passing crowd a hiss.
From Russian blues and Maine Coons,
bald men now march to a feline tune.
From kittens gray to tabby’s splayed
the selections come in the widest
range.
The shame of it! The pain of it!
You’d think people would complain
of it?
But alas its true I’m telling you, if you’re
bald you can have one too.
Cause men take cats to work these
days on their heads as toupees.
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(verse one)
it was a sunny September morning
when the planes they came a roaring
and like a preteen violation
we all braced for the next invasion
Osama he realized
that there's one way to our demise
we should be afraid, be afraid, be afraid
.
(chorus)
be afraid that our laws protect them
though a change would mean our freedom
be afraid that they're in your mail
airborne spores that you inhale
be afraid that they're on your bus
suicidal and walk among us
if there's one thing that is clear
they need our fear
.
(verse two)
we all went into a fuss
when we were told he was out to kill us
and they made it seem related
so we agreed they should be invaded
then we marched across the sand
playing right into his hand
told to be afraid, be afraid, be afraid
[chours]
.
(verse three)
here's something you should already know
fear is used to gain control
as history has demonstrated
people are easily manipulated
it happens on both sides
and in the end only you can decide
should you be afraid, be afraid, don't be afraid
it was a sunny September morning
when the planes they came a roaring
and like a preteen violation
we all braced for the next invasion
Osama he realized
that there's one way to our demise
we should be afraid, be afraid, be afraid
.
(chorus)
be afraid that our laws protect them
though a change would mean our freedom
be afraid that they're in your mail
airborne spores that you inhale
be afraid that they're on your bus
suicidal and walk among us
if there's one thing that is clear
they need our fear
.
(verse two)
we all went into a fuss
when we were told he was out to kill us
and they made it seem related
so we agreed they should be invaded
then we marched across the sand
playing right into his hand
told to be afraid, be afraid, be afraid
[chours]
.
(verse three)
here's something you should already know
fear is used to gain control
as history has demonstrated
people are easily manipulated
it happens on both sides
and in the end only you can decide
should you be afraid, be afraid, don't be afraid
Storm Bird
Inevitably never varying
These winter shades of gray
Skies upon skies of dancing
Windswept night and day
Like moons from different worlds
Does he yearn to travel far?
Beyond the rival, burning sun
To the farthest icy star?
Like the ocean breaching shore
Such dreams come crashing down
Vastly beyond any reach
To save a soul to drown
And always never gaining
Solid grasp on lands
The tides of life still clutch
With ever trying hands
While such sailing ships
Hold fast to rolling seas
May his burning sails be free
To a fierce ocean breeze
Can he spread his arms, Lord?
Like a storm bird in a flight?
And soar the icy gales
Of life's tumultuous plight
Sands be steady beneath his feet
For each time he may return
But never straying quite far
From where the waves still churn
Passion shall be his will
Like fire against darkened night
May sword be strong and sure
With honor in brutal fight
Now an then life may lure him in
Away from the water's cry
Back to steadfast travels
Where the way is bleak and dry
Yet always the wind will call
Lord, let my love be free
To set his ships a-sailing
Across this dream-swept sea
Inevitably never varying
These winter shades of gray
Skies upon skies of dancing
Windswept night and day
Like moons from different worlds
Does he yearn to travel far?
Beyond the rival, burning sun
To the farthest icy star?
Like the ocean breaching shore
Such dreams come crashing down
Vastly beyond any reach
To save a soul to drown
And always never gaining
Solid grasp on lands
The tides of life still clutch
With ever trying hands
While such sailing ships
Hold fast to rolling seas
May his burning sails be free
To a fierce ocean breeze
Can he spread his arms, Lord?
Like a storm bird in a flight?
And soar the icy gales
Of life's tumultuous plight
Sands be steady beneath his feet
For each time he may return
But never straying quite far
From where the waves still churn
Passion shall be his will
Like fire against darkened night
May sword be strong and sure
With honor in brutal fight
Now an then life may lure him in
Away from the water's cry
Back to steadfast travels
Where the way is bleak and dry
Yet always the wind will call
Lord, let my love be free
To set his ships a-sailing
Across this dream-swept sea
it was an ordinary day
just puffin' on a jay
flippin' through the dial
stopped on a man at the store
he just walked through the door
and didn't even pay
the man came on to say
that he found a better way
call this number and you can learn more
.
1-800-RADIO-ID
I asked how can this be
they sent me a brochure
it arrived said I could unlock doors
get bills from the stores
already in passports
medical history
automatically wash jeans
how much milk you have in the door
.
read how it could give me peace of mind
and save me so much time
I'll never know it's there
always know where your kids are
individual On-star
danger is out there you know
track them on your cell phone
or your computer at home
come right in and get yours today
.
so they injected me
with that RFID
now they know where I've been and where I'm goin'
it's just a matter of time
before they sell you the line
it's for your own good
.
now they know when I am high
or to drunk to drive
what time I get home
monthly bill comes in the mail
with traffic tickets threats of jail
forced to change my ways
that old cliche I always knew
it seemed to good to be true
they were right my life won't be the same
.
because they injected me
with that RFID
now they know where I've been and where I'm goin'
it's just a matter of time
before they sell you the line
it's for your own good
just puffin' on a jay
flippin' through the dial
stopped on a man at the store
he just walked through the door
and didn't even pay
the man came on to say
that he found a better way
call this number and you can learn more
.
1-800-RADIO-ID
I asked how can this be
they sent me a brochure
it arrived said I could unlock doors
get bills from the stores
already in passports
medical history
automatically wash jeans
how much milk you have in the door
.
read how it could give me peace of mind
and save me so much time
I'll never know it's there
always know where your kids are
individual On-star
danger is out there you know
track them on your cell phone
or your computer at home
come right in and get yours today
.
so they injected me
with that RFID
now they know where I've been and where I'm goin'
it's just a matter of time
before they sell you the line
it's for your own good
.
now they know when I am high
or to drunk to drive
what time I get home
monthly bill comes in the mail
with traffic tickets threats of jail
forced to change my ways
that old cliche I always knew
it seemed to good to be true
they were right my life won't be the same
.
because they injected me
with that RFID
now they know where I've been and where I'm goin'
it's just a matter of time
before they sell you the line
it's for your own good
A Lack of Humanity
crooked finger
dirty cup
coins rattle against paper
a silent urging
pleas
as quiet as death
hinged on hope
concrete breeds despair
hard under their bones
water stained and weary
red sleepless eyes
filthy tear streaked cheeks
fearful of winter
while fat pigeons pass
once precious life
devalued
society passes
with closed eyes
ignorant
negligent
despicable
how many lives
will end huddled
looking for warmth
frozen by our dissonance
while we call ourselves human
~Liebling
10/12/09
crooked finger
dirty cup
coins rattle against paper
a silent urging
pleas
as quiet as death
hinged on hope
concrete breeds despair
hard under their bones
water stained and weary
red sleepless eyes
filthy tear streaked cheeks
fearful of winter
while fat pigeons pass
once precious life
devalued
society passes
with closed eyes
ignorant
negligent
despicable
how many lives
will end huddled
looking for warmth
frozen by our dissonance
while we call ourselves human
~Liebling
10/12/09
Fraggle Rocker
Staff member
I was just appointed Moderator of this board and I'm an editor in real life.
If anybody wants to have something proofread before you post it, send it to me in a PM.
I don't know how this will work out but I'll be happy to try it. I have absolutely no karma with poetry so don't expect (or dread) anything more than spelling and punctuation corrections.
5 bucks Gas and no Lunch!
Jesus on a Morning Star.
But I’ve only got 5 bucks gas
in the car.
Will I get to work today?
I can’t guess, who can say?
Tomorrow I will get my pay,
And I ate no lunch again!
But Christ is at the door today,
I wish to god he’d go away.
That hippie freak is just
so gay!
Fuck him and his Judgment
Day!
'I'll go to hell for that one!'
Jesus on a Morning Star.
But I’ve only got 5 bucks gas
in the car.
Will I get to work today?
I can’t guess, who can say?
Tomorrow I will get my pay,
And I ate no lunch again!
But Christ is at the door today,
I wish to god he’d go away.
That hippie freak is just
so gay!
Fuck him and his Judgment
Day!
'I'll go to hell for that one!'
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Fraggle Rocker
Staff member
That would make a good song.
A spiritual essence is making its way
pilgrims of tomorrow living today
I pass along this gift that's opened my eyes
for once in your life you can live your own lives
that's why I am sippin' on spinal wine
lies melt right before my eyes
time's not meant to be realized
when I am sippin' on spinal wine
united by action divided by shame
those that do the judging are just showing their pain
hold your way of life others will impede
when you throw away your wants you'll get what you need
it helps that I am sippin' on spinal wine
lies melt right before my eyes
time's not meant to be realized
when I am sippin' on spinal
wine for your soul
don't do what your told
man, take this little square
and I'll meet you there
take heed of second sight
don't fear but you might
you are in the right
perception's the fight
so I am sippin' on spinal wine
lies melt right before my eyes
time's not meant to be realized
when I am sippin' on spinal wine
look through the distractions that rule everyday
pointless indiscretions that lead you away
we are here to live so don't be denied
there is more to life than nine to five
now that I am sippin' on spinal wine
lies melt right before my eyes
time's not meant to be realized
when I am sippin' on spinal wine
pilgrims of tomorrow living today
I pass along this gift that's opened my eyes
for once in your life you can live your own lives
that's why I am sippin' on spinal wine
lies melt right before my eyes
time's not meant to be realized
when I am sippin' on spinal wine
united by action divided by shame
those that do the judging are just showing their pain
hold your way of life others will impede
when you throw away your wants you'll get what you need
it helps that I am sippin' on spinal wine
lies melt right before my eyes
time's not meant to be realized
when I am sippin' on spinal
wine for your soul
don't do what your told
man, take this little square
and I'll meet you there
take heed of second sight
don't fear but you might
you are in the right
perception's the fight
so I am sippin' on spinal wine
lies melt right before my eyes
time's not meant to be realized
when I am sippin' on spinal wine
look through the distractions that rule everyday
pointless indiscretions that lead you away
we are here to live so don't be denied
there is more to life than nine to five
now that I am sippin' on spinal wine
lies melt right before my eyes
time's not meant to be realized
when I am sippin' on spinal wine
The Masterplan of the Grimoddwin man
The Masterplan of the Grimoddwin man.
The Grimoddwin man had blood red hands,
he’d stalk the land from clan to clan, and
all who saw his grotesque brands, could
neigh conceive of his master plan.
His eyes were pits, his lips all split, his
nose a flaming spear tip.
His ears stood pricked and from did dip
on chains all glittering manner of severed
body bits.
His torso too was un-pure and to fly’s
it proved an amazing lure.
And with this bait they did mate and into
his heart the maggots ate.
And his rip cage was all unmade, and in it
burned a demonic flame.
And his heart one felt would surely melt
with the unrelenting heat it dealt.
And around he’s waist a belt was placed, with
spikes and hooks and nets all laced.
Across the hills his legs would pace, for
blood and skin for his hungers sake.
And around the ground his hands
would reach and take a child in one
hand each.
With tears and grace into his nets they’d
be placed to await a most unfortunate fate.
Cause as the hour did grow late, you’ll find
them all on his dinner plate, and with scorn
and hate, for vengeance sake he’ll grind their
bones into paste.
Cause the Grimoddwin man with blood red hands
has a most ironic master plan, for the sacred ground
that men knock down the a hundred children
must be found.
And today he stands before the town, that’s leveled this
once sacred mound. And with he’s ragged flesh he will
smash, and towers of men will be consigned to ash.
And by days end there will be no sound except fly
whispers and winds howl.
Yes there is a Grimoddwin man, who will he touch with
his blood red hands?
The Masterplan of the Grimoddwin man.
The Grimoddwin man had blood red hands,
he’d stalk the land from clan to clan, and
all who saw his grotesque brands, could
neigh conceive of his master plan.
His eyes were pits, his lips all split, his
nose a flaming spear tip.
His ears stood pricked and from did dip
on chains all glittering manner of severed
body bits.
His torso too was un-pure and to fly’s
it proved an amazing lure.
And with this bait they did mate and into
his heart the maggots ate.
And his rip cage was all unmade, and in it
burned a demonic flame.
And his heart one felt would surely melt
with the unrelenting heat it dealt.
And around he’s waist a belt was placed, with
spikes and hooks and nets all laced.
Across the hills his legs would pace, for
blood and skin for his hungers sake.
And around the ground his hands
would reach and take a child in one
hand each.
With tears and grace into his nets they’d
be placed to await a most unfortunate fate.
Cause as the hour did grow late, you’ll find
them all on his dinner plate, and with scorn
and hate, for vengeance sake he’ll grind their
bones into paste.
Cause the Grimoddwin man with blood red hands
has a most ironic master plan, for the sacred ground
that men knock down the a hundred children
must be found.
And today he stands before the town, that’s leveled this
once sacred mound. And with he’s ragged flesh he will
smash, and towers of men will be consigned to ash.
And by days end there will be no sound except fly
whispers and winds howl.
Yes there is a Grimoddwin man, who will he touch with
his blood red hands?
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One Drive
Telephone.
Yes?
I need you. Come quickly.
Sigh.
Driving the winding country roads up to the mountain can't be done quickly, and it's impossible to drive fast up the steep grade, but I push the peddle hard.
She's waiting outside for me. The wind has turned her blonde curls into a disheveled halo.
She throws herself into my arms.
She crumples.
She cries.
Wait in the car. I will get the babies.
I do.
I am so scared when I drive down the mountain during the day, but it is the middle of the night now.
I can do this.
Gasping. I need air but it's cold out.
Roll down the window and turn the heater on. Okay. I can breathe now.
Oh my heart is too loud. Music. That's better. Now she can't hear my pounding heart.
My uncontrolled thoughts are making me dizzy.
Speak for order.
Okay
Let's make a plan.
The road is too long.
Telephone.
Yes?
I need you. Come quickly.
Sigh.
Driving the winding country roads up to the mountain can't be done quickly, and it's impossible to drive fast up the steep grade, but I push the peddle hard.
She's waiting outside for me. The wind has turned her blonde curls into a disheveled halo.
She throws herself into my arms.
She crumples.
She cries.
Wait in the car. I will get the babies.
I do.
I am so scared when I drive down the mountain during the day, but it is the middle of the night now.
I can do this.
Gasping. I need air but it's cold out.
Roll down the window and turn the heater on. Okay. I can breathe now.
Oh my heart is too loud. Music. That's better. Now she can't hear my pounding heart.
My uncontrolled thoughts are making me dizzy.
Speak for order.
Okay
Let's make a plan.
The road is too long.
Poison
I loved you and left you
You came crawling
I said no, I meant no
But love was the poison in my veins
You loved me and kept me
You held me close
I felt like no, was always no
But I always yeilded the reins
We tried, we always tried
We fought harder then ever before
But no way was no way at all
And this time I couldn't stand the pain
You loved me and left me
And now I'm alone in the dark
You said no, now I mean no
The ache is like a voice driving me insane
Love was the poison in my veins
I loved you and left you
You came crawling
I said no, I meant no
But love was the poison in my veins
You loved me and kept me
You held me close
I felt like no, was always no
But I always yeilded the reins
We tried, we always tried
We fought harder then ever before
But no way was no way at all
And this time I couldn't stand the pain
You loved me and left me
And now I'm alone in the dark
You said no, now I mean no
The ache is like a voice driving me insane
Love was the poison in my veins
Regarding my poem "The Masterplan of the Grimoddwin man." which I have edited since the first draft. (I think its better now)
It basically a bogeyman story about a monster that eats children, it was inspired by a short story by Clive Barker called “Raw Head Rex” that was published as a part of his “Books of Blood” series
I wanted to write something that had a folkloric element to it that was also reminiscent of Brothers Grim stories.
It basically a bogeyman story about a monster that eats children, it was inspired by a short story by Clive Barker called “Raw Head Rex” that was published as a part of his “Books of Blood” series
I wanted to write something that had a folkloric element to it that was also reminiscent of Brothers Grim stories.
The Deepest Reason
Bleed me
The gun to my head
The knife to my throat
The drugs in my veins
They blend, they bleed, they flow
Like souls and angels maybe know
My skin crawls with the deepest sin
The first cut, the deepest, the shallow
Slice of your device.
Fuck your voice, your vindication, your validation
Your eradication of me from your life
The thoughts in my head, they turn
The dreams at night haunt me
The memory of you it burns
I yearn
God, I ache for so much more
You said you weren’t closing the door
There are no rules to this game
I said fuck you I ain’t payin’ with pain
You hate that you regret
You hate that you let go
It was always true love
The end…
It fell like snow
Bleed me
The gun to my head
The knife to my throat
The drugs in my veins
They blend, they bleed, they flow
Like souls and angels maybe know
My skin crawls with the deepest sin
The first cut, the deepest, the shallow
Slice of your device.
Fuck your voice, your vindication, your validation
Your eradication of me from your life
The thoughts in my head, they turn
The dreams at night haunt me
The memory of you it burns
I yearn
God, I ache for so much more
You said you weren’t closing the door
There are no rules to this game
I said fuck you I ain’t payin’ with pain
You hate that you regret
You hate that you let go
It was always true love
The end…
It fell like snow
The Razor Bird
My anger lifts me up, my rage gives me wings,
and my hate makes me powerful, vengeful and wise.
Being the creature that I now am I can’t imagine
the thing that I was.
Cause rage is my craze, I have become an air
creature, my thoughts fly, my words cut.
I am the razor bird.
My fingers tap, my feet stomp, my eyes flash, my
hair flows, I am a whispered word, a shard, a bird.
I cut your world into two juxtaposing nodes, I’m not a
teacher, I’m the lotus eater, I stab, I cut, I wound and
feed, I never ever bleed.
My hand writes, my words are spite, I’m not a healer
I’m a meat eater, I lie, I cheat and hurt everyone
one I meet, I’m sharp, you’re weak and a bird has to
eat.
My veins pulse, my heart beats, my lungs breath
smells just like death. I smoke and joke;
I’m a drug taker, and a mythmaker.
I'm a very nasty little turd, a deadly sharp razor bird.
The Razor BirdMy anger lifts me up, my rage gives me wings,
and my hate makes me powerful, vengeful and wise.
Being the creature that I now am I can’t imagine
the thing that I was.
Cause rage is my craze, I have become an air
creature, my thoughts fly, my words cut.
I am the razor bird.
My fingers tap, my feet stomp, my eyes flash, my
hair flows, I am a whispered word, a shard, a bird.
I cut your world into two juxtaposing nodes, I’m not a
teacher, I’m the lotus eater, I stab, I cut, I wound and
feed, I never ever bleed.
My hand writes, my words are spite, I’m not a healer
I’m a meat eater, I lie, I cheat and hurt everyone
one I meet, I’m sharp, you’re weak and a bird has to
eat.
My veins pulse, my heart beats, my lungs breath
smells just like death. I smoke and joke;
I’m a drug taker, and a mythmaker.
I'm a very nasty little turd, a deadly sharp razor bird.
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