Because I'm a Poet - A Poetry Thread | |
octobersolstice User ID: 45084229 United States 08/22/2013 07:00 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Phobe Snow lived a life of poetry, man Quoting: BxMac 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 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. [link to www.youtube.com] |
octobersolstice User ID: 45084229 United States 08/22/2013 09:45 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Ease without head of Quoting: Anonymous Coward 29838845 the depths, feel the damp nurture and emerge anew. this gets my attention. Thanks, I am usually too nervous to post my work... please continue to be brave, anonymous cowards though we are. your words are more worthy than perhaps you know. |
octobersolstice User ID: 45084229 United States 08/22/2013 09:58 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | 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... Last Edited by octobersolstice on 08/23/2013 07:46 PM |
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BxMac User ID: 18472095 United States 08/23/2013 06:59 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | 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 |
octobersolstice User ID: 6932841 United States 08/23/2013 07:46 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The old man sat for a time eyes foused on the boys all the while Quoting: BxMac 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 AHHHHHHHHH! i love it! you are just so great!!! yes yes yes yes yes! |
octobersolstice User ID: 6932841 United States 08/23/2013 08:41 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | 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. |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 1561325 United States 08/24/2013 09:09 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | 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 |
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octobersolstice User ID: 6932841 United States 08/24/2013 11:04 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | 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 Last Edited by octobersolstice on 08/24/2013 11:05 AM |
Mr. Alvarez User ID: 42278766 United States 08/24/2013 11:39 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | sometimes there are the words Quoting: octobersolstice 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 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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octobersolstice User ID: 6932841 United States 08/24/2013 12:06 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | sometimes there are the words Quoting: octobersolstice 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 that was so beautiful. thank you. I want to start writing again. please...write... |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 1561325 United States 08/24/2013 12:34 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | 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 |
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Mr. Alvarez User ID: 43491922 United States 08/24/2013 02:05 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Here's a poem for you- Quoting: Anonymous Coward 45682520 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 such ugliness from you. you don't care though right? I relish in the thought and the sound, going down, in the forest. Antking |
ElectricKoolaid (OP) User ID: 27383605 United States 08/24/2013 07:12 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Here's a poem for you- Quoting: Anonymous Coward 45682520 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 such ugliness from you. you don't care though right? 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. Last Edited by ElectricKoolaid on 08/24/2013 07:12 PM -- EK |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 30742855 United States 08/24/2013 08:56 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | 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 User ID: 43491922 United States 08/25/2013 11:37 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | 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 |
octobersolstice User ID: 6932841 United States 08/25/2013 04:42 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Again beyond a brink Quoting: Anonymous Coward 1561325 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 did you want to be friends? |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 30742855 United States 08/26/2013 01:41 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Again beyond a brink Quoting: Anonymous Coward 1561325 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 did you want to be friends? 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. |
octobersolstice User ID: 6932841 United States 08/26/2013 05:56 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Again beyond a brink Quoting: Anonymous Coward 1561325 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 did you want to be friends? 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. 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? Last Edited by octobersolstice on 08/26/2013 09:47 AM |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 30742855 United States 08/26/2013 07:30 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | 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 |
octobersolstice User ID: 6932841 United States 08/26/2013 08:52 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | To know that I mirror a part of your past Quoting: Anonymous Coward 30742855 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 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 |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 30742855 United States 08/26/2013 09:20 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | 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 |
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Mute Cat User ID: 30742855 United States 08/26/2013 10:18 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | 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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