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Because I'm a Poet - A Poetry Thread

 
octobersolstice

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Phobe Snow lived a life of poetry, man
I saw her play with Steely Dan
She sang so sweet and so unsure
Exposed a heart so big and pure

When her daughter died it left a hole
The time without her took a toll
She had waited until her time had come
One last song and then was done
 Quoting: BxMac


oh! i love pheobe snow! such a voice yes such a heart. she lived sixty years, that's what i read...i hope she really knows how much she was/is loved. thank you bxmac for remembering her. she does belong on this thread!
hope you and yours are well. thinking of you.

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octobersolstice

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08/22/2013 09:45 PM

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Ease without head of
the depths, feel the damp nurture
and emerge anew.
 Quoting: Anonymous Coward 29838845


this gets my attention.
 Quoting: Anonymous Coward 39452918


Thanks, I am usually too nervous to post my work...
 Quoting: Anonymous Coward 44205487


please continue to be brave, anonymous cowards though we are. your words are more worthy than perhaps you know.
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i said good-bye for the 47th time
and finished it off with Jagermeister
many swallows of the heating me up from the inside drink
and i danced. you know i danced.
i did a hallelujah with my shot glass in my hand
i sang out holy melodies louder than the band
in my head but my soul she was on fire
licorice syrup fuel
never mind that faeries ought not to drink like fools
somehow jah did grace me
and i found way to next day
the first hello of 48
actually was blissfully great
he sang
happy birthday happy birthday -to me...

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08/23/2013 05:55 PM

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The boys were playing handball on the corner of the square
There were cries of 'puta mama' slicing through the air
On old man crept and sat upon a bench outside the court
Respecting their unknown elder their curses were cut short
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08/23/2013 06:59 PM

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The old man sat for a time eyes foused on the boys all the while
He walked onto the court and gestured for the ball with a sheepish smile
He wiped his shiny head and palmed the small blue ball
With the ease of swatting a fly away he slammed the rubber to the wall

The boys were open-mouthed at the speed in which he hit
None of the absent homeboys would believe this crazy shit
The old man kept the ball flying slicing it every way
Like an ancient handball God come down to the hood to play

The minutes turned to hours and a goodly crowd was there
Watching him move the ball with power, grace and without a single care
The people roared and stamped their feet as blue blurred through the air
They were witnessing handball greatness a talent fine and rare

Finally the man stopped and turned the crowd waited for him to speak
He smiled sadly and sagged he had become so very weak
He said, "Ive come to tell you something on this very court
that the days we have upon this planet are getting very short
The blue ball that I've been hitting is but a
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The old man sat for a time eyes foused on the boys all the while
He walked onto the court and gestured for the ball with a sheepish smile
He wiped his shiny head and palmed the small blue ball
With the ease of swatting a fly away he slammed the rubber to the wall

The boys were open-mouthed at the speed in which he hit
None of the absent homeboys would believe this crazy shit
The old man kept the ball flying slicing it every way
Like an ancient handball God come down to the hood to play

The minutes turned to hours and a goodly crowd was there
Watching him move the ball with power, grace and without a single care
The people roared and stamped their feet as blue blurred through the air
They were witnessing handball greatness a talent fine and rare

Finally the man stopped and turned the crowd waited for him to speak
He smiled sadly and sagged he had become so very weak
He said, "Ive come to tell you something on this very court
that the days we have upon this planet are getting very short
The blue ball that I've been hitting is but a
 Quoting: BxMac


AHHHHHHHHH! i love it! you are just so great!!! yes yes yes yes yes!
octobersolstice

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shake shimmy and roll that ball
the hosts are coming home
long lived rituals take the starting pose
quake quiver and quiet becomes
the living ones bobbing for the apple-rose
cranky comes to lay his elbows down
on the table arms and all. i behold you
beyond all harm the angels might hold you
tightly to the northern trees sapping for their folk
along the granite shore nothing more
remains the same. change your name. no joke
and run. shelter she will find a nest
for you and yours among the rest
of her own
shake shimmy and roll that ball
the saints are dribbling home.
pool
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08/24/2013 06:54 AM

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I longed for a thread while GLPing in bed.
The closer I feared the doom we inhered.
All the mire you were here to inspire.
No yesterday, no tomorrow.
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08/24/2013 09:09 AM
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Again beyond a brink
Wondering how it came to be
Flushing down 'nother sink
For all the world to see

The tables turned and churned
On my own soliloquy
Tread careful not to burn
Through mirrored parts of me

But karma so it seems
Ever a bitch with lesson
To teach of failing dreams,
Hopes, and expectations spun

Through web of deceit, bring
Lies inside my mind always
Pressing second-guessing
Is it me or other's haze?

I have been here before
Intent to share, not to save
Time to settle the score
Close my heart and take to grave

There's two who won't brood
Nor distrust my honesty
Celibate hermit mood
For them, my daughters, I see

Needs fostered without friends
To share generosity
For wrongs I've brought, amends
To shake pain and suffering

It finally makes sense
This, my fated endless strife
Love for another whence
An empty soul lives his life
octobersolstice

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I longed for a thread while GLPing in bed.
The closer I feared the doom we inhered.
All the mire you were here to inspire.
 Quoting: pool


so glad you were here dogpile
octobersolstice

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08/24/2013 11:04 AM

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sometimes there are the words
that make no sense
but say them
with all the senses you know
and even those you know you don't know
oh sweet earth
bone of my bone
pull me negatively charge me
positively
electrically i be alive
mama
daughter of your stores
caress my belly with the spiral splash
of ever-after once more
tell me how i came to be
fathered by your sun
first born robed as brother, the bright and morning one
handles me delicately
as i am a sensitive deal
and oh my dear real holiness is near
so what have ini now to say
it's a joyful word and makes i cry
and selah selah is the reason why
mine ears have yet to hear it though
unless it is that song ini know
we've been singing it since we've been born
baby whispers we suckled on
once upon a windy day
the noise of the world got in our way
hearing now beyond the debris
each new word can set us free

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08/24/2013 11:39 AM
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sometimes there are the words
that make no sense
but say them

once upon a windy day
the noise of the world got in our way
hearing now beyond the debris
each new word can set us free
 Quoting: octobersolstice


that was so beautiful. thank you.

I want to start writing again.
I relish in the thought and the sound, going down, in the forest.

Antking
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08/24/2013 11:48 AM
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Thread: to all the people here on GLP
octobersolstice

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sometimes there are the words
that make no sense
but say them

once upon a windy day
the noise of the world got in our way
hearing now beyond the debris
each new word can set us free
 Quoting: octobersolstice


that was so beautiful. thank you.

I want to start writing again.
 Quoting: Mr. Alvarez


please...write...
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Sometimes it's noise of friends
Within rhymes that never end
Sometimes illusion wins
And solitude begins
To descend again when
Myself I've ceased to fend
And rather truth, healing,
Understanding feeling,
And forgiveness I've fought
Through every day, dark or hot
Will working be enough?
All-knowing be a bluff?
There's mysteries replete
To make myself complete
For love, no more compete
Throw the towel, take a seat
Castrate the will to meet
Or greet, to speak or peek
Too much, I guess, I reek
Of trusted projection
From another that's weak
Insecure confusion
Anonymous Coward
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08/24/2013 12:51 PM
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Here's a poem for you-


I don't give a fuck,

I hope you get hit by a truck.

You're not really much of a bard

I think your a pretentious tard!




Thank you,I take requests
Mr. Alvarez

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08/24/2013 02:05 PM
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Here's a poem for you-


I don't give a fuck,

I hope you get hit by a truck.

You're not really much of a bard

I think your a pretentious tard!




Thank you,I take requests
 Quoting: Anonymous Coward 45682520


such ugliness from you.

you don't care though right?
I relish in the thought and the sound, going down, in the forest.

Antking
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Here's a poem for you-


I don't give a fuck,

I hope you get hit by a truck.

You're not really much of a bard

I think your a pretentious tard!




Thank you,I take requests
 Quoting: Anonymous Coward 45682520


such ugliness from you.

you don't care though right?
 Quoting: Mr. Alvarez


They care. That's why they took the time to stumble their way through the insult...and wish harm on whoever (all of us?). Doesn't matter.

Just a hunch
Their panties bunched
And sent them into fits.

Be girl or guy
Their single eye
Betray attempts at wit.

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Today I am besieged
By the simple bleed.
No yesterday, no tomorrow.
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08/24/2013 08:56 PM
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To call it what it is
I think not take a whiz
BRB, gotta piss
After that, what's remiss
OMG what a child!
Hey! At least it's mild =D
I used to go mini
Whilst tossing nuke-like sticks
343 used to be
686 plays mo' tricks
Origin'ly m1n1
A name I chose to be
So maybe that ought mean
121 something 'tween
I know who the 2 are
And I am but mere 1
Ever looking near, far
Not mirror, diff'rent 1
Be it just a jest, test,
A tool to manifest
A new dream, a new moon
To eclipse sun at noon?
Mr. Alvarez

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You come and arrest me,

and then you're gone.

Everlasting impression

of multi-stage time.


You ask for them to watch you,

and they watch you.

Pleased and expelled you say:

"Ground it out, pound it out...

let the bullet wound flex."


If you'd of asked,

I would've spent hours on you.

It's a tree, sprouting out

from the thicket-woven wave.
I relish in the thought and the sound, going down, in the forest.

Antking
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Again beyond a brink
Wondering how it came to be
Flushing down 'nother sink
For all the world to see

The tables turned and churned
On my own soliloquy
Tread careful not to burn
Through mirrored parts of me

But karma so it seems
Ever a bitch with lesson
To teach of failing dreams,
Hopes, and expectations spun

Through web of deceit, bring
Lies inside my mind always
Pressing second-guessing
Is it me or other's haze?

I have been here before
Intent to share, not to save
Time to settle the score
Close my heart and take to grave

There's two who won't brood
Nor distrust my honesty
Celibate hermit mood
For them, my daughters, I see

Needs fostered without friends
To share generosity
For wrongs I've brought, amends
To shake pain and suffering

It finally makes sense
This, my fated endless strife
Love for another whence
An empty soul lives his life
 Quoting: Anonymous Coward 1561325


did you want to be friends?
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Again beyond a brink
Wondering how it came to be
Flushing down 'nother sink
For all the world to see

The tables turned and churned
On my own soliloquy
Tread careful not to burn
Through mirrored parts of me

But karma so it seems
Ever a bitch with lesson
To teach of failing dreams,
Hopes, and expectations spun

Through web of deceit, bring
Lies inside my mind always
Pressing second-guessing
Is it me or other's haze?

I have been here before
Intent to share, not to save
Time to settle the score
Close my heart and take to grave

There's two who won't brood
Nor distrust my honesty
Celibate hermit mood
For them, my daughters, I see

Needs fostered without friends
To share generosity
For wrongs I've brought, amends
To shake pain and suffering

It finally makes sense
This, my fated endless strife
Love for another whence
An empty soul lives his life
 Quoting: Anonymous Coward 1561325


did you want to be friends?
 Quoting: octobersolstice


Why would what I wanted in the past have any bearing on anything anymore? Trick question or less than careful wording? Do you mean with you or with the person that inspired that piece?

Actually, it doesn't matter the clarification, of whomever you refer in whatever tense you're asking, the answer is yes. Fact that I want friends begs the question if I need them...


First, I found out my best friend never bothered to tell me his father died 2 wks before the 1-yr anniversary of my mother's death. I knew it was coming and was ready and waiting to take time off work and pull the girls out of school so all three of us could be there to help support them.

Then my daughter's snake died.

Earlier, her and her sister's grandfather on their mother's side almost died.

Her mother asked, again, to move back in solely as a friend to not have to bring my daughters into the toxic environment she put herself into.

I, again, unintentionally and unknowingly how somehow fucked up another friendship - and like every other time in my life, I know I wasn't the one to ever pressure it into anything more.

All of that in one day, last Friday.


Why don't you tell me how friends are working out for me and where my desire for their influence and support should be centered right now?

After all, I was just mentioning how bad it sucks that I simply don't have the time or $ to be able to see a counselor of some type and here you are...

And here I am, not giving a damn what anyone here thinks of me anymore because I'm just a misunderstood bore.
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Again beyond a brink
Wondering how it came to be
Flushing down 'nother sink
For all the world to see

The tables turned and churned
On my own soliloquy
Tread careful not to burn
Through mirrored parts of me

But karma so it seems
Ever a bitch with lesson
To teach of failing dreams,
Hopes, and expectations spun

Through web of deceit, bring
Lies inside my mind always
Pressing second-guessing
Is it me or other's haze?

I have been here before
Intent to share, not to save
Time to settle the score
Close my heart and take to grave

There's two who won't brood
Nor distrust my honesty
Celibate hermit mood
For them, my daughters, I see

Needs fostered without friends
To share generosity
For wrongs I've brought, amends
To shake pain and suffering

It finally makes sense
This, my fated endless strife
Love for another whence
An empty soul lives his life
 Quoting: Anonymous Coward 1561325


did you want to be friends?
 Quoting: octobersolstice


Why would what I wanted in the past have any bearing on anything anymore? Trick question or less than careful wording? Do you mean with you or with the person that inspired that piece?

Actually, it doesn't matter the clarification, of whomever you refer in whatever tense you're asking, the answer is yes. Fact that I want friends begs the question if I need them...


First, I found out my best friend never bothered to tell me his father died 2 wks before the 1-yr anniversary of my mother's death. I knew it was coming and was ready and waiting to take time off work and pull the girls out of school so all three of us could be there to help support them.

Then my daughter's snake died.

Earlier, her and her sister's grandfather on their mother's side almost died.

Her mother asked, again, to move back in solely as a friend to not have to bring my daughters into the toxic environment she put herself into.

I, again, unintentionally and unknowingly how somehow fucked up another friendship - and like every other time in my life, I know I wasn't the one to ever pressure it into anything more.

All of that in one day, last Friday.


Why don't you tell me how friends are working out for me and where my desire for their influence and support should be centered right now?

After all, I was just mentioning how bad it sucks that I simply don't have the time or $ to be able to see a counselor of some type and here you are...

And here I am, not giving a damn what anyone here thinks of me anymore because I'm just a misunderstood bore.
 Quoting: Anonymous Coward 30742855


omg! what is wrong with me! forgive me this...i did not recognize you until your reply which i have just now read...now of course i know who you are... shit- sorry so much unhappiness in one day and ever to you.
my little tense-messed message really was written to the person i thought wrote this poem...(haha - yup, i thought you were ...someone else)
and yes, here i am. i am sorry to have been so absent ... does it matter that i think of you? and as a friend?
hugs

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To know that I mirror a part of your past
As well as a true love's found at last...
That part makes it worse
And confirms my curse
I'll find out how to break them, the mirrors
And might finally be free
If I forsake all of them, my friends
So that no one ever is thinking of me
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To know that I mirror a part of your past
As well as a true love's found at last...
That part makes it worse
And confirms my curse
I'll find out how to break them, the mirrors
And might finally be free
If I forsake all of them, my friends
So that no one ever is thinking of me
 Quoting: Anonymous Coward 30742855


yes, 'tis true
overstand this i do
in my own little misunderstood way
but i will tell you this my friend
loving thoughts of you
will never go away
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Overstand, I understand
What hovers over me
Know this, holding hand
Scorpion will sting

Something's buried
Something in 'tween
Something scary
Something to ween

Be it mine or others
Imparted onto my mirrors
I can't differentiate
Separate love from fears

I can't afford more
Pain of others to transmute
Of healing, a selfless whore
I now intend to be mute
octobersolstice

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so be it
with respect
i bow.
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Out of respect for your shared woes I wish I could show care
Perhaps something still, though, left to share
A flood that ensued on August day of 22
For any to enjoy and perhaps find better self-truth

I intended them only for myself, finished them all and saved on a shelf...
So many Aries crossing in time, teaching by example how to graciously change my mind...

"Diversion" 8/22/13

Biding times
Ridding crimes
Of thought and perversion
This, my one diversion
You will not read these words
Not when their purpose served
Truth, in them, illusion
Fallacy delusion
Wove in sines,
Chimes, and tines

Taxing thought
Waxing wrought
Waning disdain ‘til grain
Harvest harking from train
First glimpse to take again
'nother chance to find friend
From 'nother life to lend
A hand, to stand, to mend
What's broken
Not spoken

Shooken, shy
Still to try
Through dying door's demise
Salvage damage 'tis wise
Deny recognition
Sulk days with intuition
Owl night affliction
Aflight through perdition
Silent lift
Herald's gift

Given grate-
Fully fate-
Fully gnashing the rift
Jeering, reeling, to sift
For the cliff to undo
New riff to sing unto
Looking back where it's left
Tearing sack that's bereft
Of burden
To worsen

When wishes
Find fishes
Flopping naked under
Rays raising new thunder
Alarms due charms remind
Of scars been left behind
The water's brine inside
That boils blood, confide
Shamed ashes
Graced passes


"Fanicful" 8/22/13

An age asking, answer
By bees busy, banter
Caterpillars, crawling
Days dawning, doodling
Eve's erosion, ever
Facing fear, forever
Giving gifts, garroting
Hell, Heaven, heralding
Idioms, irately
Jabbing jaws, jestfully
Knighting knaves, King's kingdom
Left lacking love, loathsome
Months meeting me, making
Night now null, new nearing
Opine orphaned, onward
Pressing patience, pen poured
Quarrels quaintly, quelled
Resounding rift, rebelled
Search sifted sought, say sooth
Teachings taught, taxing truth
Until 'uroboros
Vie veil, vicarious
Water waning, wafty
Xylene, Xerography
Yielding Yage, yes, you
Zombie, zephyr zoned zoo


8/22/13

Why the fuck does he toil
With the chord that he coils?
Each second on aesthetics
Is moment that's pathetic

Does he think job is done well
When what he leaves looking swell
Means I must work more, a bore
To know such a jerk, a chore

To fare silent in ...conn,
Fucking farce of feigned respect
Earned more by an artist-con
Has not work ethic bereft

"It shouldn't matter if I'm
Lying or not", 'tis that what
Your supervisor would chime
If asked, run honest gamut

When seeking my help, a welp
Worthless, wisdom wasted, faced
As fickle failure, swaying kelp
In water, depths feared, gaze aced

As ice, or so will suffice
"How are you?" the next will ask
Be honest, open, or nice
Of three, never the same task

Honestly, you are my in-
Sanity, openly, when
I wish, it's that your mouth's closed
Nicely put, my nerves are hosed

So how 'bout some cordialness
Shoved right the fuck up your ass?
How would that help make you feel?
Less pretended, bit more real?


8/22/13

Forgiveness Indian given
Away from which always striven
Consider it rent, lent, now sent
Through a foot or so of snow went
Through as I fared, having mere care
All is worthwhile, give or take smile
For one moment in winter's wind
For what came next I now rescind
A would be wife I've commit life
Asleep on couch with crackhead louse
I guess it was never enough
I guess you thought it all a bluff
That working through meant it was true
That all of me loved all of you

Abandoned without hope to choke
On promises that had been spoke
Fool me once, the shame is on you
Another chance, I gave a fool
Then drinking friend, oh, right, I see
Sure, drive again, my anxiety
Means nothing to you two, too, so
Have your go, the girls will not know
While you're fucking about, my
Worries for self on shelf do lie
Then when you fail a shelter's rule
You stand alone, say I'm a ghoul
For not sticking up for a whore
Cheating on me, settling her score?

Shame on me, penultimately
To think a house bought earnestly
As a memory held fondly
Could shed frustration finally
Everyone's something tired be
You told me, yet I did not see
Oh, right - kissing by fire, say
You and he fucking in driveway
Is just my imagination
Must be a hallucination
Imagine this, you wanted out
And it to be my fault, no doubt
Now you have got all you wanted
My love for you ever shunted
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Re: Because I'm a Poet - A Poetry Thread
What becomes of a whinging whining fool
Loathing lessons from any school
They dig a rut and furnish it
And hurl emotions from their pit

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