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Because I'm a Poet - A Poetry Thread | |
| Anonymous Coward User ID: 21118559  United States08/26/2013 12:01 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Out of respect for your shared woes I wish I could show care Quoting: Mute Cat 30742855 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 Poetry like the singing angels transcends the crabby snaps of nasty claws, judge judy might like the snipes from your fetid maw |
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BxMac  User ID: 18472095 United States08/26/2013 08:12 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Some jaws do yap, some beasts do trap Misery loves company after a fitful nap There are no victims only volunteers Those who live to feed tarnished tears Who wants to hear flames of fire Snap crackling ash of another's desire Thick fetid smoke or cool clear air The choice is yours as you pace your lair |
| octobersolstice User ID: 6932841 United States08/26/2013 08:47 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Some jaws do yap, some beasts do trap Quoting: BxMac Misery loves company after a fitful nap There are no victims only volunteers Those who live to feed tarnished tears Who wants to hear flames of fire Snap crackling ash of another's desire Thick fetid smoke or cool clear air The choice is yours as you pace your lair bxmac - smile i guess this is my poem after a full odd enough day. can't help that my spirit tells me to love anyway... JIMINY! pinnocio has kindly come to town jonah remembers how to row and the winds blow down around our ankles so that we in kind forget never mind the net rope walker it's the fool who takes the bet yet genuine treasure most often emerges wet ok then lay the carpet down be it colored as you choose decide upon the target let your cannons loose i gave up all rights of fret shit ginny tied her own noose so the seeds we plant and bleed become their own kind of fruit. good-night. |
| BxMac User ID: 18472095 United States08/26/2013 09:38 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Keep doing what you're doing, Octubre. From this perch, all looks well indeed. When darts do fly with poisoned tip Wear life the garment with a loose, fit Teflon, sister. Roll away the stone and let it slide. Can never love too much. As always, the very best to you. |
| ElectricKoolaid (OP) User ID: 27383605 United States08/26/2013 09:43 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Haha. Wrote this today... ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| The time she came to see me Heated quickly Frosted shadows that were warmed to The invisible - We believed in their omniscience Never wavered In the flexing pull of our ceremonious Maw of wild Fahrenheit. This construction overtook the crush Pouring hot coals Into a towering outlying of abrupt masonry - Drawing in our atmospheres Hissing steam & sultry climes, Aligned beneath the constellations Where the words were thirstily uttered. (And where our lips had never shuttered) The rawness of his passion On her wiser timetable grew Leading further in the startling adventure They created on that icy April night. -- EK |
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| octobersolstice User ID: 6932841 United States08/27/2013 07:04 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | visit to the funeral parlor it dawns on me at exactly four-twenty that it is high time for me to be waking up austin blinks with zion and drinks from the bitter-sweet cup JC is there, a formal affair professional heart bleeds all over his chair while mr. and mrs. doctor roam the room, soft kind beats boom bee boom bee boom and i cross and uncross my feet all safely booted with david's son hey, wasn't that solomon? harley's brother? ok then, i am good, one way or another blue scarf waisted with velveted top encasement for the skin mine spirit still be living in oh jah jah be my delight leelannee IS the blessing how sweet she carries the light the daughter's faithful banner with all colors making white ashland is a wise man with senses more real than most jedi warriors living the poet's ordeal and oh i have come to see the beekeeper for the queen lies beaded in prayer and oh how the angels so holy make known their presence here |
| Anonymous Coward User ID: 30742855 United States08/27/2013 08:54 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | A semi-dark night of a semi-charmed life First night No fright Might eye Scry tonight New dream, sight Of stage new, delight Recurring alley of doors No ghosts, no whores To settle with scores No worry, no gores Same as before No beginning Middle waning Unto the same Freeze frame What's your name? Not the same Every ending Never the same Be it one from before Having never found my door? Or will something carry in To know where to begin To face the fear of secrets With faith to make revolving Be it pinball, 8-ball, roulette's Wheel, faith in fate evolving, Resolving, resigning deep within To place in self its worth Measured not by others' sin, Suffering endured since birth Simple stories to let out To live out once again Without mirror, without pout Of reflected blame and pain No meaning nor reason attribute To each, its own, a tribute To simple lessons learned in time Of a simple, deserving, rhyming mind |
| Anonymous Coward User ID: 30742855 United States08/27/2013 09:14 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The snake-charmer of dreams Filled with fret, once beset Before in an age-settled score Running around in rings To all else it seems Ripping chords met, ever wet With the tears that often pour With a sister or a mother For a father or a brother The dragon with fire breath So hardened aginst to confess Of secrets kept, for, never wept Now reeling for the price Of a wager in an od-meth That seems at times a mess Through the roles reversed, inept To open eye with tears of ice |
| BxMac User ID: 18472095 United States08/27/2013 02:21 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Donkey hit his head three hard times His mule-headed brother didn't pay the fine Now donkey and his brother are on the run They never should have slept with that drunken nun Sister Fidelis used to shine with booze But a night with the donkeys left her feeling used Mean Mother Superior send her on her way Every kicking choice has a price to pay Last Edited by BxMac on 08/27/2013 02:22 PM |
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| BxMac User ID: 18472095 United States08/27/2013 08:25 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | She saw a demon sitting in a walk-in clinic I said excuse me but I'm a life-long cynic She said the demon grunted and clenched its teeth I said it's dodgy judging what lies beneath She said she held the gift of discernment I said with Christains like you I'll stay a hermit She said you must have a demon if you don't agree I said I like bananas but don't swing from a tree |
| Anonymous Coward User ID: 21118559 United States08/27/2013 11:29 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The faerie with wings Quoting: Anonymous Coward 30742855 The snake-charmer of dreams Filled with fret, once beset Before in an age-settled score Running around in rings To all else it seems Ripping chords met, ever wet With the tears that often pour With a sister or a mother For a father or a brother The dragon with fire breath So hardened aginst to confess Of secrets kept, for, never wept Now reeling for the price Of a wager in an od-meth That seems at times a mess Through the roles reversed, inept To open eye with tears of ice You mi friend are an angiealter, are you not, you little devil! |
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| Anonymous Coward User ID: 1561325 United States08/28/2013 09:41 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The faerie with wings Quoting: Anonymous Coward 30742855 The snake-charmer of dreams Filled with fret, once beset Before in an age-settled score Running around in rings To all else it seems Ripping chords met, ever wet With the tears that often pour With a sister or a mother For a father or a brother The dragon with fire breath So hardened aginst to confess Of secrets kept, for, never wept Now reeling for the price Of a wager in an od-meth That seems at times a mess Through the roles reversed, inept To open eye with tears of ice You mi friend are an angiealter, are you not, you little devil! Stop projecting your own malicious ways onto good-hearted people. Numerous people on this site have witnessed Angie's and I's discourses since April. If you believe she would be that dissociated from the truth, it is a projection of your own sickness and I am a very able and willing mirror. You want to go further into the hole than you already are? All you have to do is continue to interact and associate with Angie and I. You won't be able to differentiate between the two of us. Sounds like fun, yes? The poem I wrote is about my daughters, and Angie knows that. I wrote it to clear her memory in regard to associations with them, which is probably fractured by the likes of you wanting to hold onto a connection that is no longer yours to bleed the life from. Please get help. |
| ElectricKoolaid (OP) User ID: 22487203 United States08/28/2013 10:16 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The faerie with wings Quoting: Anonymous Coward 30742855 The snake-charmer of dreams Filled with fret, once beset Before in an age-settled score Running around in rings To all else it seems Ripping chords met, ever wet With the tears that often pour With a sister or a mother For a father or a brother The dragon with fire breath So hardened aginst to confess Of secrets kept, for, never wept Now reeling for the price Of a wager in an od-meth That seems at times a mess Through the roles reversed, inept To open eye with tears of ice You mi friend are an angiealter, are you not, you little devil! Stop projecting your own malicious ways onto good-hearted people. Numerous people on this site have witnessed Angie's and I's discourses since April. If you believe she would be that dissociated from the truth, it is a projection of your own sickness and I am a very able and willing mirror. You want to go further into the hole than you already are? All you have to do is continue to interact and associate with Angie and I. You won't be able to differentiate between the two of us. Sounds like fun, yes? The poem I wrote is about my daughters, and Angie knows that. I wrote it to clear her memory in regard to associations with them, which is probably fractured by the likes of you wanting to hold onto a connection that is no longer yours to bleed the life from. Please get help. Could we please not let this turn into a piss-fest? I'd really like to keep this thread about poetry. Thanks. -- EK |
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| Anonymous Coward User ID: 1561325 United States08/28/2013 10:55 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I'm sorry for what has to be said At times within the threads At within, a friend and I oft traded Lifting rhymes, through troubling times we waded I don't know he or she Who has delusions about me I wish it would prefer to just go And only interact with whom it knows And not mask itself as my friend To bring her and I into an unwitting end |
| octobersolstice User ID: 6932841 United States08/28/2013 11:17 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | feels some obligation, having mover her in, boys and all didn't work out he said, a brief lesson regarding the bed and all the crazy little circles running around in her head now grace lives at the housing get-up just a four-wheel-drive gallop away she knows he's set the boundary down but you know grace, she calls anyway! |
| octobersolstice User ID: 6932841 United States08/28/2013 11:43 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | want to go walking walking want to go walking around want to go stomping stomping stomping straight through town want to check out the lines of sky and roof top where nothing tries to hide want to simmer down with me say? drink from the silver pot anesthetize me natually and breathe the steam too hot for icicles and snow-ladies gloves slippery spots or room to shove- EL out of the way, hey come the new day we all bleed, ask a poet on this thread, indeed i am that i am that i am want to go looking, go looking with me into the next rabbit's hole we see oh alice is falling and i hear her calling just don't mis-bite and eat me want to angle and re-angle three mirrors of childhood mine still kept ever close to me night time vital signs maybe it is time that i ask of thee what all from my mirrors, one two three have you seen and how best to address the reflecting ? |
| Anonymous Coward User ID: 1561325 United States08/28/2013 11:59 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | When reflecting ways Put me in a haze The railroad tracks call To stall the angling And the mangling Of a broken path Of broken math My own choices dangling Ever in my way So, fuck it, I'll say Walk track that never splits, tall 'til hope returns untangling Curious, what it would be like I've years now entertained thought Into such a trek with solitude, psyche, Walking hand-in-hand with another caught |
| octobersolstice User ID: 6932841 United States08/28/2013 12:12 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | When reflecting ways Quoting: Anonymous Coward 1561325 Put me in a haze The railroad tracks call To stall the angling And the mangling Of a broken path Of broken math My own choices dangling Ever in my way So, fuck it, I'll say Walk track that never splits, tall 'til hope returns untangling Curious, what it would be like I've years now entertained thought Into such a trek with solitude, psyche, Walking hand-in-hand with another caught ...just saying...  |
| octobersolstice User ID: 6932841 United States08/29/2013 10:46 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | so there once was written The Story of King Arthur and His Court alfred, lord tennyson Idylls of the King her 1939 copyrighted copy is illustrated by robert ball she keeps it with her other cool books red emma, plato, and poems of sandberg-carl sometimes she reads them willy-nilly yet always led to do so open book and take a look and learn if you willy-willy early to bed girl before closing your eyes feel the story straight from your poetry mind no finer design has come before brought to the words on page 44 "And he that bore The start, when mounted, cried from o'er the bridge, "A kitchen-knave, and sent in scorn of me! Such fight not I, but answer scorn with scorn. For this were shame to do him further wrong Than set him on his feet, and take his horse And arms, and so return him to the King. Come, therefore, leave thy lady lightly, knave Avoid: for it beseemeth not a knave To ride with such a lady.'" say no more, child, say no more. |
| BxMac User ID: 18472095 United States08/29/2013 11:22 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Like a one-eyed rag doll he flies through the air EB White wrote the Once and Future King Only a Lance could make Gweny sing There's a reason we drag Arthur over our floors Down dark corridors and through tight-hinged doors A weak light that flickered then burst into sun Keeps ever-present hope of our lives lived as one Last Edited by BxMac on 08/29/2013 11:23 AM |
| octobersolstice User ID: 6932841 United States08/29/2013 04:57 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | upon sweet occasion i typed in alternative living. i got him. not his name but his idea. we managed to say hello. every day now. we choose to say it. to each other. and on sweet occasion we meet. greeting the morning together times three. each morning he is knowing me like the eve before. coming to the depths of me along the nearing shore. my sounds become like the water streaming time away. precious is my mother rocking places for to stay my hands. arching gateway bridges a portal from where he stands. to the place of no description of mine. except love. and it's elemental grip; slipping under stone and tongue. i will bleed of you the tone of songs to be sung. i will need of you to be the only one to hear me and receive me when the cycle is done; to begin me again with life within the lips and pages where passion must raise itself higher than desire can fashion. but i know where all this goes. the emptiness that holds us will fold us and remind us of what it's told us time and time again. there is nothing. nothing. but love. |
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| octobersolstice User ID: 6932841 United States08/31/2013 08:53 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Thread an eye Quoting: Inspector Wadjet Through ye time Yield a try Your yuletide Blissful day Beckon bore Stark, ye say Silver shore Reflecting Nevermore Retracting Evermore Too thin to Size, descry Wise path through Pearls of why Before swine Cut sinew After dine Cast anew A net true To you, made Martyred, blue Sea you've wade a friend, true to you, be i distanced, new touch the sky my pearls stay close to skin oyster's way holding in before you i am whole beside you an open soul each breath i take in turn each step toward i learn my heart evermore leaves you nevermore wishful day wanting more hope you'll stay open door thread of i to thread of you tell me why and i'll tell you. concrete a truthful friend i am it's all new this communication via the skyways i consider our friendship to be unique and not replicable and of protective value like pearls held close to the heart my intent is to be fully me in relation to you honest and without purposeful manipulation i am learning alot communicating with and getting to know you i have no thought to leave i have no pressing need my wish today is to hear from you i am my own and you are yours too and we can confide, however we do  |
