Because I'm a Poet - A Poetry Thread | |
ElectricKoolaid (OP) User ID: 27383605 United States 05/19/2013 09:12 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The unraveling of emotions, Barbed pieces of yarn extending from my heart, Each one tinged with the blood of love, And pulling the valve closed, then open, then closed again. This prison of puppetry that makes my spirit the marionette. Laying out upon the table of submission I can feel your cold instruments span the reaches of my skin, Cutting into my flesh – pushing deep within the cavity of my hearth – A sudden gasp, The lights go out on everything, And smoke fills the room in a cleansing, white haze. My body, splayed and open, Feels the fluidness of surgery, Feels the lightness of removal. From me comes the Darker parts of man. She pulls the wires taut, Moving me first to Love, Then tears, And finally to this plain dissection That leaves me feeling Invalid. -- EK |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 39452918 United States 05/19/2013 10:47 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | good morning electric Koolaid. feeling all of it - and we live - to be validated once again - in these places where our hearts know what we have yet to remember - remember this - remember this - hold on to the poet's dreams - let go the anguished screams - and breathe. |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 39452918 United States 05/21/2013 09:33 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | "because i'm a poet" you would think i would know it already the steady unending show where Word is all we need know like the bird whose voice comes long in the throat aching to belong yet each day anew i must relearn it the respect for silence and the honor of the roar i take my place among the syllable and syllogy and because poetry reflects me i write myself a meaning where Word tells me everything i'm next meant to know. |
ElectricKoolaid (OP) User ID: 27383605 United States 05/21/2013 12:03 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | "because i'm a poet" Quoting: octobersolstice you would think i would know it already the steady unending show where Word is all we need know like the bird whose voice comes long in the throat aching to belong yet each day anew i must relearn it the respect for silence and the honor of the roar i take my place among the syllable and syllogy and because poetry reflects me i write myself a meaning where Word tells me everything i'm next meant to know. Wow. That was incredible. I love it. Nice writing style. -- EK |
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Eagle # 1 User ID: 38621139 United States 05/21/2013 01:26 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Like the flower, with petals spread, for the butterfly, is plucked instead; So 'oft we find, when we're alone, within us lives, a heart of stone. That beats transfix, the endless day, vibrating love, it can't convey; Yet would intone, till hills resound, "At last, at last; my loves been found." Since Adam took the second bite, your NOT alone and in the night, Remember He is standing by; AND, if needed, SO AM I ! Eagle |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 39452918 United States 05/21/2013 01:44 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Standing By ! Quoting: Eagle # 1 38621139 Like the flower, with petals spread, for the butterfly, is plucked instead; So 'oft we find, when we're alone, within us lives, a heart of stone. That beats transfix, the endless day, vibrating love, it can't convey; Yet would intone, till hills resound, "At last, at last; my loves been found." Since Adam took the second bite, your NOT alone and in the night, Remember He is standing by; AND, if needed, SO AM I ! Eagle this. is like a deep warming to my soul. thank you for your Standing By! love. |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 37797515 United States 05/21/2013 01:47 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | poetry is a dog poetry is a pale shadow of a once luminous god poets stink of mired dusty must sham prestige acting the role of philosopher king kiss the ring or begone , echoes the ostentatiosly perfumed throng ...poetry is an icon...that deserves its desecration and destruction.....so it may be born anew with a new intent and mysterious name...... .............. |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 39452918 United States 05/21/2013 01:55 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | ....poetry is a fraud Quoting: Anonymous Coward 37797515 poetry is a dog poetry is a pale shadow of a once luminous god poets stink of mired dusty must sham prestige acting the role of philosopher king kiss the ring or begone , echoes the ostentatiosly perfumed throng ...poetry is an icon...that deserves its desecration and destruction.....so it may be born anew with a new intent and mysterious name...... .............. with symbols devoid of shame welcoming ancients come with fame along the long highway of icon begones i think we've been mysteriously linked as time keeps moving on |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 39452918 United States 05/21/2013 03:16 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | ....poets remind me of mewling dribbling babes....eeking obscure tropes....dancing the rehearsed steps devoid of power...sipping a puree of egg white.... Quoting: Anonymous Coward 37797515 ...allow me the yolk devoured raw... mmmmmm yes. the authentic golden thickness sticking to my lips. wrapping around my senses until they dribble no more. then shall we dance my friend, a never ending poem. |
ElectricKoolaid (OP) User ID: 27383605 United States 05/21/2013 03:54 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | ....poetry is a fraud Quoting: Anonymous Coward 37797515 poetry is a dog poetry is a pale shadow of a once luminous god poets stink of mired dusty must sham prestige acting the role of philosopher king kiss the ring or begone , echoes the ostentatiosly perfumed throng ...poetry is an icon...that deserves its desecration and destruction.....so it may be born anew with a new intent and mysterious name...... .............. BRAVO!!!! -- EK |
ElectricKoolaid (OP) User ID: 27383605 United States 05/21/2013 03:55 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | ....poets remind me of mewling dribbling babes....eeking obscure tropes....dancing the rehearsed steps devoid of power...sipping a puree of egg white.... Quoting: Anonymous Coward 37797515 ...allow me the yolk devoured raw... mmmmmm yes. the authentic golden thickness sticking to my lips. wrapping around my senses until they dribble no more. then shall we dance my friend, a never ending poem. Her hips moved like a giant, fleshy loom pulling the threads of my eyes nearer, blanketing them with the warmth of her glow. This dance, the poetry of her movement consumed me. So much so that I fell into the latticed wires, a thousand cuts of envy spilling from me. -- EK |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 30356553 United States 05/21/2013 04:01 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Nice Thread Quoting: Anonymous Coward 25038258 I wrote a poem more than two years ago. A firnd of mine recorded it as a song and it will be released as on a CD soon. I wrote three more poems and was encouraged by a friend to send it to a record company. I did thinking that nothing will happen but now I have a contract to write for them and four of my poems will be released as songs this year with more to come. This is one of them The crossroad In die donker van die nag in Getsemane alleen. Drup die sweet van U voorkop bloed op die steen Beangs vra U,”Vader... moet U die koste van my bloed verhaal” “My geliefde Seun vir hulle sonde moet Jy betaal” En U sê; “Vader net soos wat U dit bepaal” Dertig stukke silwer was die prys vir U Heer. Met soldaat en swaard kom hy om U te arresteer. En met 'n soen om te verraai gee hy U weg. Maar u weet Vader se wil gee hom die reg. En U sê “neem my weg” In oordeel staan u voor die priester van die Jood. Een vir een vra hulle vir U dood. Verdedig jouself is wat hulle sê waar? Is Jy die seun van God? Praat man, hoekom staan jy net daar? En U sê “Ek is” Die haan se kraai seël U verraad. Pilatus was sy hande en Barabbas word vrygelaat. Dra die kroon seun van God. Terwyl hulle slaan en spoeg en met U spot. En U... sê niks? Nege-en-dertig keer het die sweep geval. Dit giet U bloed met elke knal. Dra hierdie kruis, kom laat jy in die pad val. Na Golgota om die prys te betaal. En U bly net stil? Met ergelose kap spyker hulle U vas aan die kruis. Genadeloos word u omhoog gehys. Hulle spot en vloek en wag vir u dood. As jy die seun van God is bevry jouself koning van die Jood. En U sê:” Vader vergewe hulle want hulle weet nie wat hulle doen” En daar in pyn langs U aan die kruis. Weet ek, ek verdien dat hulle my lewe eis. Ek is 'n moordenaar en 'n sondaar en ek leef sonder eer. Maar U, U is onskuldig Heer. En U sê, vandag sal jy my in die Hemel vereer. En in my donkerste uur toe die dood my kom kry. Weet ek vir die eerste keer in my lewe, ek is vry. En U sê “In alle ewigheid sal jy by My bly” Jesus, U bloed maak my vry. that sounds like the way the clay people talk in the old Flash Gerdon shows from the thirties. |
ElectricKoolaid (OP) User ID: 27383605 United States 05/21/2013 04:06 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Nice Thread Quoting: Anonymous Coward 25038258 I wrote a poem more than two years ago. A firnd of mine recorded it as a song and it will be released as on a CD soon. I wrote three more poems and was encouraged by a friend to send it to a record company. I did thinking that nothing will happen but now I have a contract to write for them and four of my poems will be released as songs this year with more to come. This is one of them The crossroad In die donker van die nag in Getsemane alleen. Drup die sweet van U voorkop bloed op die steen Beangs vra U,”Vader... moet U die koste van my bloed verhaal” “My geliefde Seun vir hulle sonde moet Jy betaal” En U sê; “Vader net soos wat U dit bepaal” Dertig stukke silwer was die prys vir U Heer. Met soldaat en swaard kom hy om U te arresteer. En met 'n soen om te verraai gee hy U weg. Maar u weet Vader se wil gee hom die reg. En U sê “neem my weg” In oordeel staan u voor die priester van die Jood. Een vir een vra hulle vir U dood. Verdedig jouself is wat hulle sê waar? Is Jy die seun van God? Praat man, hoekom staan jy net daar? En U sê “Ek is” Die haan se kraai seël U verraad. Pilatus was sy hande en Barabbas word vrygelaat. Dra die kroon seun van God. Terwyl hulle slaan en spoeg en met U spot. En U... sê niks? Nege-en-dertig keer het die sweep geval. Dit giet U bloed met elke knal. Dra hierdie kruis, kom laat jy in die pad val. Na Golgota om die prys te betaal. En U bly net stil? Met ergelose kap spyker hulle U vas aan die kruis. Genadeloos word u omhoog gehys. Hulle spot en vloek en wag vir u dood. As jy die seun van God is bevry jouself koning van die Jood. En U sê:” Vader vergewe hulle want hulle weet nie wat hulle doen” En daar in pyn langs U aan die kruis. Weet ek, ek verdien dat hulle my lewe eis. Ek is 'n moordenaar en 'n sondaar en ek leef sonder eer. Maar U, U is onskuldig Heer. En U sê, vandag sal jy my in die Hemel vereer. En in my donkerste uur toe die dood my kom kry. Weet ek vir die eerste keer in my lewe, ek is vry. En U sê “In alle ewigheid sal jy by My bly” Jesus, U bloed maak my vry. that sounds like the way the clay people talk in the old Flash Gerdon shows from the thirties. -- EK |
jmalvarez User ID: 39574736 United States 05/21/2013 04:06 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The recreation, recreation and true birth living thing. I lay truths and I sing along with something that inspires and coerces into a state of being. I sacrifice my own virtue for you to hold to this true and holy scripture, you pray for me, and I teach. I will wash your sins away. I am laying claim to this eternal submission. Uttered hence, from this weakened state. I am holding on, without you. By my side. I want you to take the time to see that what I give to you is truly given. Direct source true to life receiver. Last Edited by jmalvarez on 05/21/2013 04:19 PM Antking I relish in the thought and the sound going down in the forest. |
ElectricKoolaid (OP) User ID: 27383605 United States 05/21/2013 04:07 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The recreation, recreation and true birth living thing. I lay truths and I sing along with something that inspires and coerces into a state of being. I sacrifice my own virtue for you to hold to this true and holy scripture, you pray for me, and I teach. I will wash your sins away. Quoting: jmalvarez I am laying claim to this eternal submission. Uttered hence, from this weakened state. I am holding on, without you. By my side. I want you to take the time to see that what I give you is truly given. Direct source true to life receiver. Wow. That hit home for me. Thanks... -- EK |
jmalvarez User ID: 39574736 United States 05/21/2013 04:10 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The recreation, recreation and true birth living thing. I lay truths and I sing along with something that inspires and coerces into a state of being. I sacrifice my own virtue for you to hold to this true and holy scripture, you pray for me, and I teach. I will wash your sins away. Quoting: jmalvarez I am laying claim to this eternal submission. Uttered hence, from this weakened state. I am holding on, without you. By my side. I want you to take the time to see that what I give you is truly given. Direct source true to life receiver. Wow. That hit home for me. Thanks... Well thank you for reading it. Antking I relish in the thought and the sound going down in the forest. |
Eagle # 1 User ID: 38621139 United States 05/21/2013 04:17 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Sunsets Sunsets are a time for two, the Masters work to share, With pinks and blues, and purple hues, His Love He does declare. Alas that I, but mortal be; love flows like blood devoid of clot, Adrift in time, my only crime, in love with one who loves me NOT ! Now shadows lengthen in my heart, as you're sunshine fades away, Deprived of light, from blue eyes bright; warm were your kisses, yesterday ! As Earth from sun will turn away, yet golden beams flood each new day, So waits my love, like His above; my heart is true, my feet are CLAY ! Eagle |
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ElectricKoolaid (OP) User ID: 27383605 United States 05/21/2013 04:57 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | It is said that the heart speaks in rhyme Quoting: acuk 3999260 that we move out of time with words of wonder do we fill our being to a still to hear our heart sing loud and clear from one Poet to another here is a my dear. I'm not just saying it because I created it, but this is seriously my favorite thread... :) :) :) Thanks to all of the readers and contributors. You're all incredible people, obviously. And beautiful writers. I'm in awe every time I pull this thread up. -- EK |