Our little Poets...

[RSG]

Its been a while since I posted anything on this thread, because, I rarely find the mood, for me to write something I feel is at least good. Please any constructive criticism I will accept. Except for this first one, where I just wrote it while admiring some girl in my class :P . Because it is something I am proud of in a way where it makes me chuckle. I know it will not be liked, but I just wrote it in fun, :roll:

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Your eyes are like black crystals, so
nice to look at and full of mystery!
Your lips make me hungry. I'd die for
a taste of that feast. I'm starving!
Your skin, a beautiful tone and so full
of texture. I crave it!
Your hair is sexy as a gothic rainbow.
Long, pure and full of colour.
I wanna climb it! :twisted:



Now for this one, I would love and competely have an open mind over, for any CC (constructive criticism) thanks.

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Its true what they say,
looks can deceive.
She was looking really pretty
and her attitude was sweet
and nasty, the flavour that you crave.
You gave her yourself and so much love,
but in return you got a stab in the back.
And now your racked with pain and you feel
like you could never love again.

But like a rainstorm over your head,
its gonna happen again.

The love you felt was real.
But it turns out she was
turning your wheel.

You gave her yourself and so much love,
but in return you got a stab in the back.
And now you feel like a gun. A cold and
loaded gun. All this rage on the outside
is just a cover on how you really feel.

[question, should this continue?
i really don't know what to say]

[Rob The Badger]

Calling for a change
(The wind would do)
choking on monotony
and the evening news

frustration growing day by day,
and "I've had a hard day"

So in effect I'm drowning
in modernisation
and there's nothing left to do

The ice covered moon;
a relic of time
where ideas meant something
and people really lived

so I'm calling for a change. . .
oh,
"I've had a hard day, and I'm too tired to care"

[black dog]

Nice to see a new poem here. There's quite a bit of feeling in that Rob.

[Bren]

Like the poem Rob :D

Bren

[airhead]

I wrote this poem when my grandfather died.


That is me.

When you feel the grass underneath your feet
That is me tickling your shoeless toes
and when you feel the breeze catch your face
that is me blowing away your woes.

When the moonlight beams slant on your bed
that is me tucking you in tight
and when the sweet dreams replace nightmares
that is me protecting you at night

When the frost comes in winter
and the snow falls thick and true
and when the sun comes again
I am telling you that i love you

[Rob The Badger]

When the moonlight beams slant on your bed
that is me tucking you in tight




That's utterly gorgeous. . .
Best thing we've had on here for a while.

[airhead]

Seeing as my nickname is now officially Eddie, i must say that behind my bubbly exterior, I love the nickname Eddie, so don't stop calling me it, is some sadness. I feel that as my grandfathers name was ted, (edward) i must write down this poem. I wrote it just after he died. I wrote it in another topic somewhere too. This is the full version.


THAT IS ME

When you feel the grass beneath your feet
that is me tickling your shoeless toes
and when the breeze catches your face
that is me chasing away your woes.

When the moonlight beams onto your bed
that is me tucking you in tight
and when the sweet dreams replace nightmares
that is me protecting you at night

When the strong summer sun beats down
that is me kissing your freckled cheek
and when the autumn leaves fall
that is me stroking your soft blonde hair

When the frost moves in
and the snowflakes form thick and true
and when the sun comes out
that is me saying i love you.

(remeber, don't stop calling me eddie! I love that nickname!) :D

[AndyK]

thanks for sharing this with us,

going to move it to the poets thread though, just to keep things tidy round here :D

[Rob The Badger]

Can you delete that, it's been posted in here before. . .
Sorry to be rude, but I like to curate this place :)

[Rob The Badger]

Somewhere over the hills
There's a waterfall where we could go
And wash the city soot from our eyes
Oh. . .
Somehwere over the hills
There's a place where we will go
And rest our weary minds
Ah. . .

Snap, I'm awake,
don't tell me
don't tell me
don't tell me
Because I really don't want to know

I want a ride on an air-balloon
I want to move to London
Where the smog can clog my lungs
So that I may die,
One with the city

I want to slit a playboy sign
And slash my wrists
and let the neon blood
mix with mine
and let the city course right through my veins

I'll plug the jazz band up to my arm
Like a fix o' heroin that does no harm

Well, maybe it's worse.

Snap, I'm stuck here
don't tell me
don't tell me
don't tell me
Because I really don't want to go

I don't care where I go,
as long as it's not home,
because I'm just not welcome there anymore. . .

I want to be adored by millions
Because one will never do.

[KebLou]

this is one of my favourite raps cos its one to laugh about

Do you feel proud. Cos your so loud and your actions make people think thoughts that should never pass through the heads of little boys in shorts. People are fighting to say what thier thinking without getting shouted down. Your a narrow minded fool. Yeah the whole worlds out to get you cos your not cool. Think about this, before you open your mouth and start to diss. Cos a bad reputation is harder to get rid of then a good one. So what you gonna do now you done that. Everybodies gonna walk over im liek a mat. So go on try and reverse what you said. Cos what you say isn't gonna go to thier head. His lifes got so bad he doesnt even wanna get out of bed. And its because of your mouth and what it said. So now do you feel bad or are you one of those who say it had to happen.
Some of you don't care who you catch in your snare. So you best start to worry cos what goes around. SO really your just bound by your actions. So stop trying to make out your a saint, cos every time you open your mouth a person feels faint. See your so caught up in it all you can't think while you blink. So before you do anything sit and think things thru. When you need help your crew is nowhere in sight so really you and your crew aren't tight. But people aren't like you they dont do things out of spite.

I wrote that when I was really angry

[KebLou]

Life
This is not how I wanna spend my time, seeing people mime. Sit and write your own rhyme. Don't take mine cos its an extension of my personality retain your individuality cos thats all your given now you know how I'm driven you can make your descion.
C) Take whats yours don't take from the jaws of others. cos we're all sisters and brothers. So look out for each other, Likeyou would for your crew, and boo
Is this the real you, that your showing people. don't change for them cos they wouldn't do the same, they say your lame but you know the truth. So dont lie tell the truth. Stand up for your views so make up your mind just choose your path and follow it. Don't worry if they laugh. Cos its them who are wasting time
C)
People act like being different is a crime. When get on your case just say this is mine. SO don't stress whaen people test because you are the best. You know better then th erest. SO get this rubbish off your chest. Say what you wanna say. Say say this is me ok.
C)
So speak up, you know just drink from the community cup. All of you help people, because we are all equal. I know how it is people want to see you pop but you want to reach the top. This life is about a little give and take. People are really easy to break. So don't make that mistake.
C)

[Em]

Calling for a change
(The wind would do)
choking on monotony
and the evening news

like this bit Rob :)

[KebLou]

I thought I'd post a poem instead of lyrics today

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Happy times,
To me sound like recited lines,
For me, you don't have to Mime,
So you know the time,
It's diffenatly mine,
Of course I'm fine,
I'll be happy tomorrow,
I promise no sorrow.

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Seeing her lying there,
Not a care, in the world
Her hair, neatly in place.
Her eyes are closed thinking of space
She's dressed in lace.
A quick glance tells you she's asleep
Your meomories come rolling back in a leap,
Tears rolling down your cheek,
Your tears speak.
You don't want to see her go,
You feel so low,
The hardest thing to say is bye,
But your gonna have to try,
It's ok to cry,
Meomories are not enough,
Losing her is tough.

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I want to go home,
Back to my zone,
My own space,
A special little place,
For me and Lucky,
No one but me has the key,
It's not a mess,
Not that I'd careless,
Invade it and you'll pay,
As I lay, and think.
Look at the colours and you'll see the link,
My music systems pumping,
But I'm thinking about jumping.
Happy thoughts don't pass through my head,
I don't understand why I'm feeling like lead,
Wishing the grond would swallow me,
These thoughts aren't healthy.

Hope you like them.

[Rob The Badger]

Scenery isn't what it used to be
In the drab city walls
the young lady calls
"There isn't much time left
The buliding might crumble
or the sky might fall."

So meet me where the sun don't shine,
Behind the railway station,
And I'll give you what you so desperately need.

What you need is self-validation,
so meet me in the alley by the railway station.

In these streets of clay and concrete
We've nothing but eachother,
You wouldn't get a job
Because you never wanted one
You never had money or a well-to-do father
Or an estate car or something. . .

But now you've more, You've me,
And possibility
And a more stalwart lover there isn't.

So what are you waiting for,
The world could end right now,
So meet me on the matress
By the filthy metal station..

[rockfenris2005]

I've written five full-length musicals, but I haven't the time to post lyrics yet. I'll wait for a bit, then enlighten any interested

you haves my interest ryan. :)

Wonderful! Heres we go: the five projects


NOSFERATU
ERIK THE PHANTOM
DR JEKYLL AND MR HYDE
DON CLAUDE DEVIOUS
NEANDERTHAL TONIGHT


I'll try and post lyrics soon. My favorites from each are: (Nosferatu) Rats in the Upper Storey. (Erik the Phantom) The Velvet Race of Night. (Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde) Hell on Earth (Don Claude Devious) All Colours Agree in the Dark, The Relics of Tragedy, Wait Until Delay (Neanderthal Tonight) can't say just yet

[KebLou]

Losing it all
My walls are bare,
But so's my head,
I'm looking for her lair,
My whole body wants to go to bed,
I must over come my fear,
No matter what its not the end,
Why does everyone cheer,
When things creep up behind me like this bend
in the road.
One thing I can promise,
My pride will never corrode.

Laugh
I see the sunshine pound the road,
My skin starts to turn,
Today thers no heavy load,
I must remeber not to burn,
Thats furthest from my mind,
My laugh echos through,
I'm lying on my side.

Here are a few I wrote ages ago, my teacher loved them but I don't know

Pavilion
Cold,
It is cold,
As cold as a snowflake,
Changing is a job which no one wants to do,
It is snow,
It snows in the pavilion,
The snow is colder than snow,
Snow is cold and cold is snow.

Birthdays
Birthdays are fun,
Birthdays are exciting,
Birthdays are go on Nick you can do it,
Presents lots of them,
Wrapped in Toy Story 2.

Birthdays are boring,
Birthdays are stupid,
Birthdays are come on Nick blow out the candles,
Presents? What presents?
I haven't had one in ten years,
Birthdays make you older.

I think the last one Fallen_Angel1000 should enjoy.
Hope you like them.

[Rob The Badger]

The world won't listen
to the songs that we're singing!
The people pay no notice
To the message that I'm bringing!

Renounce your faith
and join my church,
there'll be no phoney promises
of post-humous reward.

I'll tell it like it is,
I'll tell it like it is,
We're all going down together.

I'm preaching to the choir
donch'a know?

[Steve]

The Final Battle
Each morning, I lift my face to the rising sun
And thank my god that I have survived to this moment.
The sands of existence trickling from my glass
Unstoppable, uncatchable and yet writ plain
In the deepening lines on my face and
The lasting bitterness of unachieved glory.
But, as I recall those who have passed from my sight,
I pause. The earth is their bed, yet still I breathe.

I look into the stream to see the aging face stare back.
The sight saps my will to fight, fear tears at my reason,
In tatters lies my resolve to survive - but I will not run.
The certainty of my fate looms like a spectre at my side.
Not for me the comfort of great age or blessed idleness.
And more, I have missed the fat years in a whirl of steel and dust.
Death's agents, with banners flown in the morning light,
Foretell my doom, my promised end, this day.

The trumpets sound, as so many times before,
For I, with my comrades, am called once more to war.
My heart turns to ice and my blood burns hot.
My life will end, but my god, my lord and I, care not.

[Bren]

Keb, Rob and Steve, i enjoyed reading your poems.... :D

Bren

[Steve]

Try a lighter one......

The Shadow of My Soul


I revel in the light but find time to pause
To savour the darkness behind closed doors
Wherein lies the shadow of my soul.

The child-like innocence that wishes no ill
Against my fury at those confounding my will
Wherein lies the shadow of my soul.

Resurgent hope rising from barren tears
In the deepest part of my forest of fears
Wherein lies the shadow of my soul.

Dare, at your peril, to force the locked door.
To face the uncharted and sate my need. For
Therein lies the shadow of my soul.

[DIZZY DRUMMER]

Am I to be happy?
I dwell so deep within myself
that I have never seen the light of day.

The past never happened,
the future will never come,
and the present isn't real.

Depression is a part of everyday life.
The birds chirp for someone else,
The day warms the lives of everyone,
but me.

Happiness lies near,
but my mind won't let my heart reach for it,
and happiness never knew.

I live in a prison,
solitary confinement.
Fear is my guard.

Nothing stops happiness from reaching me,
only me from it.
I am sure that if I can ever grasp it
that the barrier will be forever shattered.

How do you break through invisible bars?
What is it like to touch something you've never had?

I am confined to myself,
Just me and my sadness.

[Rob The Badger]

The Day I Told The Truth

If I lied and said:
"I'm as merry as the day
is long",
would you hold it against me?

It's a tried and tested method,
I lie
You cry
and we can all sleep
easy.

But it just doesn't suit anymore,
I want to tell you everything,
I want to break your heart
with sordid details of wedding rings.
"Mother, on midsummer's eve,
I slept with the stableboy".
Such a strapping lad
I never had had.

Please god,
I want to be thrown out on
the street,
for wearing flowers in my hair
I want a napsack strapped
to my back and to be told
that what I do isn't good for
me.

It's all so old nowadays,
this old house, doused
in saccharine melancholy
should be set alight by the
fires of unholy passion.

Please God, let me out.
For I detest every inch of
this house and everything
in it.
(But I don't want to go out tonight. . .)

[rockfenris2005]

If all these had melodies I'd sing them at my act

[Rob The Badger]

If all these had melodies I'd sing them at my act
90% of the stuff I post here are lyrics.

[Steve]

Thanks for your comments -


Summer Solstice

The gossamer veil falls on thoughts
Unlamented; the pain of memory fading
As recalled sight and sound are lost
In a blizzard of the now and new.

The quickening dawn beckons my senses.
I turn from the harsh, alluring night
To face the new day, anticipating the light
Framed in the stones that form my being.

Emerging rays raise the ancient triumph.
Now spent, fear of eternal night retreats;
So, too, is Chaos, ally of Darkness, routed
Before the advance of the golden host.

I stand, bathed in the warming glow -
Life reborn and soul refreshed.
My spirit, once cowed, rises again
To greet the heralds of peace and purpose.

The certainty of cycle, marked in season,
Foretells the return of shadowed enemies.
But now, I sense my Star will burn undimmed,
An ember of Hope in the coldly hostile night.


and


I Remember You

I remember you, haunter of my past dreams,
Half seen, half sensed in the dark recesses of my mind.
I remember you, belittler of my ambitions,
Your manic laughter accompanying each small failure.
I remember you.

I remember you, scavenger of my good fortune,
Lurking, circling out of reach of my angel's sword.
I remember you, siren of my survival,
Driving, teasing me from the paths of good and light.
I remember you.

I remember you, scarred and twisted creature,
As her renewed love seared and burned your evil form.
I remember you, pathetic product of my sadness,
Your anguished howls echoing distantly in the vaults of my being.
I remember you -

No more.



and finally,

The Lost Cause

I seek, but fail to find, my existence.
Rich but still poor,
Experience as wide as the sea and yet
Narrow as the Summer-dried stream.

Once I knew, could see, my goal, my purpose.
All other good withered in it's fixing glare.
My self, a tool to the greater need,
A willing sacrifice on a hopeless altar.

Now I survey my desert of riches,
The oasis of bleak, barren emptiness
In a scape teeming with good and hope.
Still, I ache for the pain.

The past: a wasteland of tortured evocation;
The present: a time to divert the rue;
The future: as empty as the unwritten page;
The object: the unreachable return.

[DIZZY DRUMMER]

Forbidden pleasures
Who makes the rules
Unfound treasures
And beautiful jewels

Can that line be crossed
What could we truly be
And at what cost
Do you see what I see
I know there is more there
Waiting to be found
Can you feel how much I care
I feel like I'm being drowned
If you knew the amount of desire
That I feel for you
My burning fire
That wants one to become two

[DIZZY DRUMMER]

The words "I miss you" can not display
The depths of how I care.

The words "I want you" do not betray
The extent of what I dare.

The words "I need you" can not convey
The extent of my prayer.

[DIZZY DRUMMER]

There are no guarantees
Life throws things at you
You can catch or miss them
But they will come, ready or not

I always looked for the real thing
Never trusting in the possibility
Risk-taking not my forte
Staying safe at all costs

Even playing it safe is not certain
Safe has hurt me
Zero risk gets zero gain
Sometimes playing it safe costs you more

It has me,
In not fighting the battle
you may lose the war
In not believing in a dream
You may never sleep peacefully again

So let go of the fear
Reach out for the flame
So what if you get burned
Better that then numb for life

Better to remember passion and joy
Along with the pain and tears
Then to have no memories worth
Remembering

So to hell with safe
I am going to gamble and bet
Until I win back everything I lost
And my life is what it was meant to be

[DIZZY DRUMMER]

It was at random that we met,
A chance that not many get.
When I heard the "Uh Oh",
How was I to know!
That you would turn out to be my special friend,
Someone who could be there,
Until the end.

No matter how I feel or what I do,
I know, in my heart,
That I can count on you.

I've never seen you,
Heard you, or touched you.
Those kind of chances are very few.

To meet someone from far away,
Never knowing if they're here to stay,
Not knowing if what they say is true,
Of what they're doing and telling you.

So far away, but yet so near,
The "not knowing" is the fear.
Is it truth, or is it lies?
Will a heart grow, or will it die?
Either way, the bonds of Friendship's strings are tied.

One's needs are met,
Some with regret.
Some with hope,
Some with pain.
But still, the answer is plain.

If we hadn't met,
On that very day,
Things would be different
In every way.

The emptiness may be filled,
A life may start to rebuild.
A heart may be broken,
Or made to mend;
All because of that
"Random Friend".

[rockfenris2005]

MOBY DICK MY ASS

Written by Ryan Letizia
Performed by Ryan Letizia

Once upon a time I was sailing on the sea
Fresh from all the farewells that m' friends gaveth to me
When outta depth and gloom - why - who should rise beneath
A dirty li'l devil caught me right between the teeth -
Well, in the end I always beat aggressive pain
Though, 'alf the time, it nearly drives me so insane
A whale has got to stay down in the depths of the ocean
A whale, m' friends, was never meant to do the locomotion
A whale is such a pest and I been swallowed by a few and
Frankly, there are more important things for me to do
Like boasting of m' flying 'ounds and sheep that split in 'alf
And while I'm on the subject, 'ow about the golden calf?
And dancin' prancin' and romanin' angels on a star
Fathoming the lengths of time to find out where we are
It's peevin' inappropriate that pequod's though abundant
Never realise, until late, 'ow much they really are redundant:
If I had m' precious sling which once I used to slay Goliath
I'd use it on that beastly labyrinthine of Leviath - an-d
If I were trifle bigger, say, in an equal height with God
I'd stamp 'im into pieces with a terrifying nod - oh
Damn them overbearing 'orrors with their titan-tails
That like to whack and splatter 'uman-kind with mighty scales
The force of triple-trident lightning bolts along with nails -
Oh curse 'em unforgiving, 'arsh, relentless -
Confound 'em acrimonious, calamitous -
Oh blast 'em malign, disobligin'
Feral savage grisly gallin'
Absolutely daft, appallin'
Tameless, broodin' and mordacious
Devilish, ferine o'gracious WHALES!

(c) 2002. Radical Wizardry Ltd.

[Bren]

Thankyou Steve, Fallen Angel 1000 and Rockfenris2005.....I enjoyed reading your poems, and it is nice to see new faces posting here :D

Keep posting them....

Bren

[KebLou]

Finished this last week but now I've finished tweaking with it, as near as I'll get to perfect.

Sorry (I know I promised)
Baby I'll see you there,
And maybe I'll see you there,
But I promise I ain't gonna be waiting here,
I know I promised that ages ago but now I swear,

And I know I promised you ages ago,
That I would leave here to meet you there,
But I'm gonna leave here today to run away from fear.

And all I ask is you will be waiting for me.

C) I Know and I know and I know,
I promised and I never delievere,
But now I wanna do just that.

Everytime I see a simle on the street,
I remember how I love you so
My heart seems to miss a beat,
And I forget how to use my feet.

And all I ask is you will be waiting for me.

C)

I don't know why, oh I don't know why,
I left before you arrived,
But I know I regret it,

And all I ask is you will remember me

C)x2

And all I ask is you will be waiting for me

C)x2

Baby I'll see you there,
And maybe I'll see you there,
But I promise I ain't gonna be waiting here,
I know I promised ages ago but now I swear.

[DIZZY DRUMMER]

I type my love for you
On the TV screen

Never will you truly know
Just how much you mean

Some may say it's crazy
But I don't really care

They could never understand
all that we have shared

All the nights you've spent with me
Felt like you were here

Always with a open heart
And an open ear

I never had to wonder
If you truly care

Because when I turn on my TV
You words are always there

[black dog]

That is so true for so many of us FA

[DIZZY DRUMMER]

I did not ask for it
It didn't matter how I dressed
I never gave the invitation
For you to touch my chest

I said "NO" one time
That should have been enough
Even though I was not afraid of anything
You realised I wasn't that tough

It hurt so bad - I can't explain
You took my pride and dignity away
So much anguish, so much pain
All this for a free lay

I thought you were the friend that I wanted
I trusted you with my life
When did you change
What are you doing with that knife

You have crushed me forever
Ripped the heart out of my soul
I am hollow inside now
There's a large inner hole

You betrayed all of my boundries
When you ripped my clothes
I feel like filth all over
From the tip of my head to my toes

My body was my shrine
To me very sacred
I used to have a lot of love in my heart
But not now, only hatred

I was terrified that day
When you nuzzeled my nape
I was petrified to say it outload
Now I'm strong and not afraid to say the word - RAPE!!

[KebLou]

I wrote these poems last year.

some of them are really funny I really don't know what I was thinking when I wrote these.

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People think you are cool,
But they don't see you drool,
Or how you can't swim in a pool,
Or how really you're a fool,
And you're just putting on a show,
I know you transform into a crow,
You feel low,
But you can go,
Don't take things out on me,
Because I will make sure, stress you will see,
You act like a bee,
But your sting doesn't worry me.

Hard
I'm going, I'm leaving
I'm still grieving,
And you don't care,
To me you're a vicious bear,
How do you dare?
Be so rude,
Just because you think you're a dude.

Be Gone
I won't stay,
I want to be gone before May,
Another few months is to much,
One day at lunch,
I will leave,
Don't pretend to grieve,
If you cared this would not have happened,
I can't make you care,
Your love you must share,
But you won't till I go,
I am feeling so low,
So I won't stay,
I don't care if it's not OK.

Stressed
Stressing out,
Because of a stupid lout,
Thinking I've got no clout,
It's not you, it's about,
I have no space for what you sprout,
People call you a old trout.

[black dog]

I love the poems Keb they're great.

FA your poem has such feeling. It made me feel sick inside. But the feelings are so real.

[DIZZY DRUMMER]

There is no rhyme or reason
For the power of a hug
No matter what the season
It gives your heart a tug

When you're feeling sad
It makes the world look bright
Things don't seem so bad
When someone holds you tight

So remember when you're feeling low
Even though we're far apart
Just close your eyes and you will know
I'm hugging you in my heart. http://users.telenet.be/eforum/emoticons4u/love/643.gif

[Rob The Badger]

Song of the Naïve Early Bird


Eyeless in the morning,
sun come up,
coffee cup,
Choking down the birdsong air.

A gleam in the eye,
a tear rolls down,
not a sound,
Face up against the window pane.

The rain left the air as
clear as your face,
won't erase,
the sadness in your eyes.

Green hills swimmin'
right through my head
Easily lead,
through my head,
through the air,
through the air.

Cherry blossom falling
Light as snow,
Wouldn't you know,
The sugar, sugar falling now. . .

Hold me close my darling
Honey Cup,
wake me up,
Honey Cup.

[DIZZY DRUMMER]

Can I share with you - this hurt so true
This perpetual pain - that erodes my brain
Tears I've cried - that have never touched my eyes
This void in my soul - is why I'll never be whole
I want my anger to be made real - for the gladness I'll never feel
The happiness promised but never gained - because in my heart it's always rained
Laughter, yes, there's a lot - but that just shields what I've not got
A broken body, mind & heart - what else is there that can rip me apart
This is how it's always been - the beautiful part of me you have never seen

[airhead]

I heard this poem on the internet

[b] Not blood of my blood
not bone of my bone
but miraculously my very own
don't forget
for a single minuite
that you didn't grow under my heart
but you grew inside it [b]

[RSG]

A project I did in school, the teacher, he wanted us to start with the title, Life is Dirt and use the following words, mud, weeds, brown, rocky, smooth, shrinking.

Life is dirt,
you choose to make it smooth
You will be hurt,
and you'll struggle with the truth
You'll drown in the mud,
and land with a thud
You'll scream and you shout
'till a hand reaches out
Life is a rocky path
Up and down, up and down
Your will may be shrinking,
brown scars appearing,
so quit your fearing
These weeds are the struggle and the fears,
A simple reminder of your strongest years!
My life is dirt.

[Rob The Badger]

Me and My Mistress

The Chinaman said
"There's a spot on your head
where the worm crawled under your skin".

Don't you, forget about me
I'm the only pleasent memory
That you'll ever see

Try not to get caught up in yourself,
You'll never get too far.

"I say, do you know what time it is?"
What's that then, Ben?
Don't worry, dear, it's
Just another old friend. . .

The ghost of Oscar Wilde
is banging at the door
Some poor ~~~~~~ shot the fu*ker
right down to the floor. . .

"We all kill the thing we love"
Well I kill the thing I hate,
And there's nothing in this world more trite:
A WOMAN WHO CANNOT WRITE

I didn't think it was possible
To kill the humble verse
Of course you drew your broadsword
I've never read anything worse. . .

So take your pen and awful script
and throw them into hell,
oh, and if you've got the time
chuck yourself in as well.

[KebLou]

Stepmum
"She walked in and changed my smile into tears, fears and depression"

She causes so much pain,
Yet she refuses to take some away,
She comes and changes,
Rules set in place for years.
She even breaks her own rules,
I can't walk away,
This is my place to stay,
My family is no longer mine.
I have been replaced
In my own home,
I have no choice,
But to go to my world.

[KebLou]

Struggle
One day at a time,
I will wander around this emptyness called a mind,
My mind is bear and I feel no more,
My head is sore,
I wish I hadn't hit it once more,
But that pain is nothing to the distress I feel,
I've done it now, theres nothing left,
Where and who am I?
I'll never understand, but all I can do is try,
Tomorrw is yet another struggle,
Shall I give up the fight,
Or should I carry on,
What would life be like,
Without pain and fear?

[airhead]

CHILD INNOCENCE


She lives in my memory
the little girl I once was
all ringlets and smiles
and cupids bow lips
that peck the cheeks
of mucky boys

All blue eyes and peony cheeks
and barbie is her best friend
all she has to worry at all
is if the birthday party
will have a clown
to entertain them

Crayons that draw down her imagination
and nursery rhymes and sweet cakes
all she really has to do at school
is make bread and play- doh towers
and little wooden robots
with little wooden dogs

Ponytails with pink bows donns her hair
and bright blue and red leggings
that tuck under her heels
and stealing mummys make- up
and falling down the stairs
in mummys shoes

making masks and painting pictures
and going to little girls brownies
saying the brownie promise
and earning my badges
are the most important
matters on her mind

Kiss chase is the most dirty and rude
and truth or dare is naughty
making clothes out of bin bags
and watching blue peter
and drinking milkshake

She lives in my memory
the little girl I once was
now i am a little older
doesn't mean i'm wiser
I'm still at school but so much has changed
I miss that little girl.

[airhead]

yet another... there was a few probs setting up this post! :oops:

[airhead]

sorry this was a post that i posted by accident! :D

[Rob The Badger]

CHILD INNOCENCE


She lives in my memory
the little girl I once was
all ringlets and smiles
and cupids bow lips
that peck the cheeks
of mucky boys

All blue eyes and peony cheeks
and barbie is her best friend
all she has to worry at all
is if the birthday party
will have a clown
to entertain them

Crayons that draw down her imagination
and nursery rhymes and sweet cakes
all she really has to do at school
is make bread and play- doh towers
and little wooden robots
with little wooden dogs

Ponytails with pink bows donns her hair
and bright blue and red leggings
that tuck under her heels
and stealing mummys make- up
and falling down the stairs
in mummys shoes

making masks and painting pictures
and going to little girls brownies
saying the brownie promise
and earning my badges
are the most important
matters on her mind

Kiss chase is the most dirty and rude
and truth or dare is naughty
making clothes out of bin bags
and watching blue peter
and drinking milkshake

She lives in my memory
the little girl I once was
now i am a little older
doesn't mean i'm wiser
I'm still at school but so much has changed
I miss that little girl.

Wonderful.

[Bren]

Great poem airhead :D

Bren

[KebLou]

I've just written this poem, bet you can't guess how I feel.
Anger and tearsI'm angry,
In fact I'm anger,
But my anger doesn't explode
It sits deep inside,
While I sit and cry.

My tears are from anger,
They are from hatred of threats,
This temper I must not lose,
As I will only regret.

These people care only
About themselves,
Never for others, or me,
My thoughts are incomplete,
Incomplete but dangerous alone.

This pent up anger hurts,
I hate the people
Who cause this pain,
How am I to deal
With the pain.

I know no other way,
I hit the walls until
My knuckles are red and sore,
But all the time,
One question echoes in my mind.

What have I done to
Deserve this pain?

[airhead]

beautiful keb. That is really beautiful. You've got a gift, girl, A Bloody gift. :cry:

[KebLou]

Thanks airhead, I bet you are talented as well.

[Rob The Badger]

This Is As Far As I'll Go. . .


I met a woman caked in blood,
Who wept for a weary world.
I wove her a blanket
and coloured it with snow,
and watched how her frozen hair curled

I looked in the mirror and said to myself
"I've seen that face before"
It was at a neigbour's funeral,
and the face was on the corpse.

Engraved on the headstone,
Above the grave
was an enscription that read:
Everything was beautiful
and nothing hurt.
"This is a lie",
I said.

The streets that seemed,
All so forgiving
Have even turned their backs.
The houses, friendly faces?
Simply, made of wax.

The orange murmur of the city
Is sordid and ugly and black.
The towns are filled with people
amongst whom I can't relax.

The font of life from which I drink,
The almond, sickly, taste.
There's a crime being wasted
Without a thought to think.

I'm ashamed to say it,
for fear of repetition.
But I'm lonely and I know it
I was stoned into submission.

In the emerald sky I see a God. . .
with wings that scratch the night.
And marble tears fall from her eyes
And beat with all their might.

"Oh rain, rain, please stay"
You're my only companion. . .
And you'll never falter and never fall
(Oh, of course you will).

I worked it out yesterday.
I've got twenty-one thousand
nine hundred days to live,
And that's a lot of time to kill. . .
I'll start a revolution
Just to see what happens. . .
(Because If I don't, just who will?)

But when the time comes,
These words shall I say::
"All people are lonely in some ways,
Some people are lonely in all ways."

[airhead]

Mummy!!!!

I broke the magnet again mummy
and the pot has over boiled
The dog can't talk- it wants its walk
and the babies nappy is soiled

Mummy! These fish fingers are burnt
and the plants are all dead
the peas are mushy and the potato is funny
thats what sister said

mummy, I broke the telly again
and the bean bag has just exploded
and I've just found out- please be proud
that the hairdryer in the bath has floated

Don't send me to my room mummy
I didn't know stones couldn't swim
Or cats don't like water- they really oughta
wear floats on their limbs

Its been five hours now
I hope you've calmed down again
you've cleaned up my mess- I'm really impressed
But the wallpaper on the stairwell is covered in pen

[Bren]

But when the time comes,
These words shall I say::
"All people are lonely in some ways,
Some people are lonely in all ways."


...very true.......good poem Rob

Bren

[Bren]

Nice poem airhead :D

Bren

[KebLou]

I was fed up when I wrote this and I'm still fed up now, so here it is

Censor This!!
My Life, my world,
I censor what I want to,
You censor me!!
Its not that easy,
Me, I can shout,
You, well what can you do?
You sound all posh,
But I know more,
I have something you want but will never have.

I will write what I like,
I know when I've gone too far,
But, How I feel is what I write,
My Words mean everything to me,
So take them away!
Go on I dare you,
Take my life then!

Your censored words mean nothing,
Raw words, hold the key,
Emotionless words make me laugh,
Your posh accent,
Your stuck up tone,
Who are you, but another Mrs Bucket,
I know I'm human,
I know I have feelings,
Go make sure, hit me.

You want to censor me,
Censor this.
Interpret this and use censorship,
Oops have I just leaked,
My lyrics, My censorship,
Censor this!!


Hope you like it.

[airhead]

wow!!! :shock:

[KebLou]

wow!!! :shock:

I don't know if thats a good or a bad thing.

[airhead]

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT WOMAN???? ITS GREAT!!!!!! ITS BRILLIANT!!!!!!!! THAT TYPE OF WOW!!!!!!!!

[Rob The Badger]

My Life In Plastic

This is my confession,
My last drunken obsession.
I am am a menacing figure,
Miniscule in stature.

I stand in the line at the checkout counter.
(I check out the cashier and a can of baked beans)
I wonder to myself does he even see me?
I wonder to myself does he know what this means. . .

This is the day when
I walk home alone
for the very last time.

This is the day when
I set my sights
On somebody new.
(Somebody good).

I'll lie on my bed hearing nothing but salvation,
There's a warped sense of humour scarred across my crooked face.
I could could mingle here forever with the stars of yester-year,
Just tie myself with dental floss and call barr the human race.

This is my confession of the day:
"Father I have sinned!
Now put your evil tongue away."

I'll lie in your arms hearing nothing but your voice,
And don't try to tell me that you've something nice to say. . .
I've seen it all on telly and it's all been said before,
But you've merely recycled it in your roundabout piss-pot way.

This is the day when
all humanity was saved,
By a three minute pop song
(Of which I had no part, by the way. . .)

This is my last, excruciating confession:
I'm a simple minded person inside a deep depression.

[Rob The Badger]

Darling

Broken chairs,
Filthy appliances,
A burned down house
In the city of Dreams.

You don’t go outside because they’re outside,
(and they’re ghosts and ghouls)
Who’ll haunt your mind(?)

If I loved her I’d kiss her. . .
Oh, God, I just don’t know
Anymore.

If I loved her then I’d leave her alone
Jesus, I don’t want to love her,
Anymore.

I made a decision,
I’ll end it with a postcard:
“People see no worth in you. . .
I do”.

There’s things in my head. . .
Running ‘round and ‘round and ‘round
There’s a twitching at the door
Going down and down and down.

I’ll walk these old familiar streets
(about five miles to your house)
And I’ll hold you and love you
And maybe even kill you,

I’ll lay your bones on the alabaster stones
And I’ll wait for you there.

Go to sleep my little darling,
Go to sleep my little darling.

[airhead]

a childs soul ( a haiku. haven't done one in years :p )

full of innocence
of wonder and ambition
but dark underneath

as they play outside
as pure and white as the snow
you see the darkness

look into their eyes
and the beating of their heart
its as strong as love.


I have a little boy who has a crush on me. Sweet! :lol:

[Rob The Badger]

a childs soul ( a haiku. haven't done one in years :p )


A haiku has has three lines only.

Good nonetheless.

[airhead]

I know its only got three lines, but I still stuck to the syllable rule! Thanks anyway rob, your poems are lovely too

[airhead]

A day of eddies thoughts

I know I have emotional baggage
I always have done.
I don't like it at all.

I wish I could be carefree again
sure of myself
once again

I try and stop myself as much as I can
dressing and being a person
I don't want to be

this person I don't want to be
Is boring and frumpy
I wont let that happen

I've been through a lot of denile in the past
I don't like it either.
its horrible.

My friends used to be able to feel my soul
I was on a permanant high
after my adventure

I wish only for inspiration from god
its not too much to ask for
not at all

People think I'm happy and cool
I am happy but I am very deep
too deep for my own good

[KebLou]

Second time round!
They all stand there watching and laughing,
As he tightens his grip around my throat,
There is only anger in his eyes
Like he holds me responsible for everything that has gone wrong,
I'm struggling to breathe,
I can feel the skin peeling off my back
As he pulls me higher up the wall,
Suddenly I'm gripped with fear,
My body freezes,
Its now even harder than ever
To pull enough air into my lungs,
No thoughts pass through my head,
I'm totally fixated on his eyes.

[dottie]

What can I give?
Albeit myself.

Is that enough?
Or to much.

Try it,
And see.

Am I talking about me?

[Rob The Badger]

With songs in my heart,
Eternity's not so dark,
For I am alive.

[airhead]

Here I am

Here I am
a young person
with hopes and dreams
far bigger than others

Here I am
A young girl
who is a natural worrier
That she hates

Here I am
you can't say I'm normal
But take my advice
happiness is an art

Here I am
I'm late for everything
I was always the artist
and I'm proud

Here I am
and take me as you find me
And under the cool surface
is a firey strong young woman

Here I am
I have many many faults
For instance i can be firey
but I'm proud of that fire


By me
(how i see myself)

[RSG]

No Name

I love you, and I want to tell you.
I love the way I talk to you.
A warm vibe, goes up my spine.
Feeling this way, could you ever be mine?

Will you ever know, and should I hold it in?
What I am feeling, is this a sin?
I must take this chance, Before its too late.
A brave man struggling in the storms of fate.

Will you be accepting, I think you will.
Will I be regretting, my heart is on the grill.
So warm, so funny I know it can work.
How can I say it, without sounding like a jerk.

Songs on the radio, they make more sence.
This love thing, and all its romance.
Sappy little love songs, I can relate.
The words are bad, and the music I hate.

But the message is clear, clearer than ever.
Those lines rehearsed, can shed you a tear.
I can't say the words though I must.
Can't you see it in my eyes, you must.

My eyes are true, they are telling you,
you see them and you start to smile.
I tell you, I love you, you told me the same.
One who once thought, love is just a game.

What was once a wonder, is now so real.
What was once a ponder, now a big deal.

Bigger than just the thought, but a whole new
world, open up the clowds, my love has unfurled.


I am sending this to a girl I admire so deeply, please any thoughts of it?

[Rob The Badger]

St. Petersburg

Is there a tree to sit under while the heather grows?
Shall I sit here till the autumn years?
A molten saltpeter sky begins cooling in our hair
Arcane thoughts of the numbest kind torment our feeble minds.

"What is time but the ticking of clocks?
Death is but the tick that spawned no tock"
Even the mightiest of men shall never defeat the worms
and if this be the truth, then what is to be done?

The only constant we can be sure of is time.
Time and waiting, that's two, nevermind.
We can wait for eternity (remember, we shall)
and we'll cry lonely cries of 'stop this, please'.

So that is how it all shall end
But of course, it never will end.

So the only thing to be done right now,
Is sit under a tree, with someone who'll just
stop talking. Stop talking. And just let you be.

[DIZZY DRUMMER]

When you stand
On the edge
Looking down
That long drop

When you stand
Face to face
With a problem
Looking so hard

When you stand
Shaking with fear
Of some event
That seems so dark

When you stand
In all of these
Where do you turn
To find help

Not one of mine - but sums up my mood :cry:

[Bren]

When you stand
In all of these
Where do you turn
To find help

Not one of mine - but sums up my mood :cry:

where do you turn to find help?.....to your friends fallen angel...

[Rob The Badger]

The Thief

I've made grown women cry,
and I've made them laugh.
But I've never seen the laughter
light up the face of a child. . .
No I've never seen the laughter,
brighten the face of a child.

I was born in organic mushroom cloud.
The end is closer than you think, they said.

I was shocked one morning,
to discover my mother
Probably loves me, afterall.

How could anybody want to know me?
How could anybody feel like they want me?
How could anybody want me to want them,
when they're all the same as eachother?

A thought occured, blind-siding me on an idle sunday.
I am not who I say I am. I am not who I think I am.
I'M NOT WHO YOU THINK I AM.

Protect me from what I want. . .
Please hold me back, for I'm a hardened, master criminal,
who never gets what he always wants.

Oh I'm a hardened, beautiful, b*stard,
who never gets what he never wants;

Oh my ears are filled with the noise of people,
I'm crying my celibate cries.
So I'll clamber into the darkened sheets
and hold back the tears in my eyes,
because
Boys don't cry. . .
Boys don't cry.




Dedicated to the beautiful b*stards who have never been loved.

[KebLou]

I like that Rob good one.

Heres a couple poems I wrote last night:

Today I shall stir
I don't want a fight,
I just want to stir,
I want to wind people up
The same way people wind me up,
I want to see someone fume,
And then smile sweetly back.

A good stir of the pot is what I want,
So who shall I start with,
You, him there or her?
If you bite the bullet
Its your own fault,
I didn't make you take the bait.

Today I shall stir!


Goodbye is so final
Can you say goodbye?
I can.
But I don't want to say goodbye,
Goodbye is an ending,
Goodbye is so final,
But I don't want this to be the end,
To me this is just the beginning.

Can we find another word?
Instead I shall say, Laters,
As in I will see you later
So it shall no longer be an ending,
So we are settled.

Now its Laters.

[Rob The Badger]

The Arsenist Who Struck In The Night Time

"Hello, this is the Bethlehem inn.
We have no room in the stable,
so you'll have to sleep outside. . ."

And thus a child was born, on the soil,
of a usless old tire yard
Now stands there, a supermarket.

Then was born a child
With the fire in his eyes. . .
And the eyes, they will destroy me.

This is why he kills me,
Every night, within my head.
He taunts me with his fresh faced
Wonderment, and wondrous charm

He is the killer in your sleep,
He is the lover, never loved,
He is the arsenist of the night.

No one ever thinks of,
him as someone to admire.
Personally, I think very
differently.

So I ran to his window,
Flung myself upon the pane,
There I saw him dreaming. . .
And I cried, and I fell, and I almost died

in my sleep that night,
I almost died in my sleep that night. . .

Dry your tears, little child.
I'm here for you now. . .
Dry your eyes, I'll never leave your side. . .

But in the end. . .
when the dawn splashes over my face
It is my tears turning gold. . .


NB: The misspelling of 'arsonist' is intentional.

[RSG]

This is actually a song, I wrote, and I hope one day it will be accompanied by piano. The following peace show's a really depressed young man, who no longer lives at home. Now that you know this much, I hope you like it.

Untitled For The Moment

A tragic crash makes you dead.
Your ghost soars, but its all in my head.
When you were alive, love was pointless, but we tried.
When you were alive, after death was a secret.
I hold my breath and start to cry.
I open the bible of solutions and possibilties, but there's nothing left to believe in. Our last conversation was two days ago, mom it feels like a f___ing decade!

So long, my mom, its too soon, its too soon!
And I know, know now, what its like, coming home with no love.
To give or receive...
So long, good bye.

After all this, there's just living.
In your home, where you roamed, on your own!
I step inside, I feel so closed, but its, all inside my head.
You lived here alone for so long, right before dad fled.
I told him to go and if he ever came back, he would wind up dead!
And after what he's done to you, I don't take back, what I said.
I looked in his eyes, I said goodbye.
He told us, he loved us, but it was just a lie.
I exhale, and begin to scream...
I breath out till there's nothing left to scream out!
I breath out till there's no one left to scream at.

So long, my Dad. Its too soon, too soon for you to come back.
To come home with no love to give, or receive.
So long!, goodbye.

[RSG]

someone to talk to
i'm not alone, i don't feel company.
i have a phone, no one ever calls me.

"do you want to talk about it?"

"yes, hey where you going?!"

their footsteps grow less audible, and you leave.
i feel tears of pain in my head, and i grieve.

"friends" in the hall, just refuse to listen.
the halls, they echo my breath, my eyes just glisten.
it hurts as if they abbandoned me,
but they'll be back tomorow, i get paid.
i guess somethings are best to be solved on your own.

i want to open the door and solve my problems.
but me, no one or anything can solve them.
my head is in pain, tears they stain.
i stand out of the rain,
i want to move, but i refrain.
here i remain,
cold, sold
my story remains untold,
i just wish i had someone to talk too.

[Bren]

good poems RSG :D
thanks for sharing them.

Bren

[RSG]

thanks Bren :D

[Rob The Badger]

The Woodsman

Soon the bright moon
Will fall.
Soon I will see the star filled, wond'rous sky
for the very final . . .

Soon the eathquakes.
That my heart makes,
Will quiver to a . . .

Soon the feelings of remorse
For my tattered, rotting corpse,
Soon the eloquent words will
spill from my head and not my . . .

I have tried to make you happy.
But it did nothing for me.
You can call me shallow.
You can call my selfish and naive,
but who isn't nowa. . .?

There is nothing at the end
of the rainbow, burning brightly.
There are stones and an empty can of. . .

I have tried to cry
like a woodsman carrying lumber
but I whimper, like a . . .you know. . .well
a crow

I'm a headless horseman
I am a headless horseman
I am a headless horse. . .

You may think that I'm a fool
but there's nothing left to do
in this wretched place called. . .

[RSG]

interesting addition to the page, Rob.
I don't fully understand it yet, but it was written nicely, and though I'm sort of confused, I like it. You also have a very interesting writing style.

A Rough Draft

Catch it as if it were to fall


When you argue with your lover.
And you know your feeling botherd.
Your feeling like you should leave her.
Cause you can't take this anymore.
Listen to my words, before you close that door.

Catch it as if it were to fall.
Don't give up its just now, later will be so different.
Catch it as if it were to fall.
Climb that rope don't fall of now, it will better soon.

You had it up to your neck, you wanna give up.
You feel it in your mind have you listened to your heart yet.
Look in the mirror tell yourself to your eyes, do you want to.
If your feeling what I think you are, just go for a walk.
Even talk to yourself and let it all out.

Catch it as if it were to fall.
Don't give it up its just now, later will be so different.
Catch it as if it were to fall.
Climb that rope don't fall of now, it will better before you know.
Hold on.

Walk right home the next day, give her a hug,
tell her you love her and that you are sorry.
You don't have to mean it but you got to understand it,
that a gift like love its so rare and if it lasts its
even greater.

Just tell her you love her, give her a hug, promise the world,

tell her your sorry get on your knees.
Keep saying please on your bending knees,
ask her for a kiss of her sweet forgiveness.
No matter the fight, if you win it don't make it right.
Just remember your lesson for get the rest.
Squeeze her tight tell her you won't let her go,
you just felt that way, I told you it will get better than you know.

better than you know.
better than you know.

Catch it as if it were to fall,
grab that glass, don't think about it at all.
Its gonna shatter if you don't grab it, down on floor.
Lies with your heart and its shattered.

this is a rough draft and its speaking in a view of man and his woman, but like all songs it could be from anyone, the meaning still remains the same.

[KebLou]

Smile
Smile a thousand times a day,
Let no one see your true sorrow,
Maybe then you can fool yourself

Love
How can I love you
More than myself?
How is it possible,
As weird as this may sound,
I would give anything for you,
I would sooner see you happy than myself,
I'm merely a vessel,
My heart has taken control,
How can love be so destroying?
Why am I on self-destruct,
Is the only answer love?
I love you with all my heart and soul,
And thats no lie.

[RSG]

[quote="keb"]Smile


Love


both really amazing Keb 8O

i relate to both those everyday! you like put my feelings into words of your own, very good job! wow!

[Rob The Badger]

"This is permenant.
Like so little else. "

The thunderclouds fill my mind
Can you hear the rain?
Do you hear the rain?

The darkest of rooms
Is my tomb

The thunderclouds
They're overhead

The coarse metal rope
wrapped 'round my throat

I feel the oxygen sucking me
I feel the rope killng me

But there's no hope in death
like there's no hope in life

there's no music and no people
in the blackness of the night

There's just me and my neuroses
and a slow ticking song

tick tock tick tock tick tock tick
goes the clock ever faster ever nearer
never reaching always bleeding

So down with the rope from my neck to the floor

Now we play the waiting game
Sat alone on the stair
Waiting

And we realise, there's no one there. . .
it's just the ticking yellow clock and I
just the clock, the stairs and I...

There's no death and there's no glory,
It's a never-ending story.

Life resembles death in every form

[Biter]

I look at you standing there
framed by the window
standing in the moonlight trying to find out where it all went wrong.

I can't help you now.
you brought it on yourself,
you neurotic, selfish boy.

I used to think of you as a man,
intelligent, funny, caring.
Guess I was wrong again.

I don't know how you sleep at night
I really don't. How do you find the strength to look me in the eye
as you lie to me yet again.

I used to think I could trust you.
You used to be my friend. Not any more.
I used to love you for what you were, taking no notice of the jibes spat your way.

Now you favour her. The backstabbing bitch who poisoned you against us all. You won't take our calls yet we are still silly enough to love you.
Now we don't bother...

[airhead]

Just shows how someone who was lovely can change. Shame whats happened. I used to think of him as my brother and he knows every small detail about me. Shame. Loveluy and true. Well done biter.

[Rob The Badger]

It saddens me at how much this thread has gone downhill. . .(I don't mean in terms of content, btw, all still good stuff). . .

*sigh*

[KebLou]

It saddens me at how much this thread has gone downhill. . .(I don't mean in terms of content, btw, all still good stuff). . .

*sigh*

What do you mean then Rob? Most of my stuff right now is just depressing I'm sure you all don't want to read it.

[Rob The Badger]

It saddens me at how much this thread has gone downhill. . .(I don't mean in terms of content, btw, all still good stuff). . .

*sigh*

What do you mean then Rob? Most of my stuff right now is just depressing I'm sure you all don't want to read it.

On the contrary.

I'd love to read it.


Anyway, I mean that this thread used to be consistently in the top four of five threads. . .

[Rob The Badger]

I was feeling insecure,
So I whistled down the wind.

I just want the wind to blow
to blow me away. . .
oh, the stars look very different today.

I wonder when you're in my room
"What do you think of me?"
I see you looking 'round the door,
why can't I figure you out.

[Bren]

Cloud-Shadow

Dreamer!
You throw away reality
because you can not face
it's truths.
Your mind is never still.
I watch your restless eyes
chase dreams
through eternity
to each bright horizon.
Only to find them fade
like cloud-shadow
that the sun
patterns in play.
Our reality
will your mind erase
and leave but a shadow
of the dreams you chase.

Bren...( who has been too busy to post here of late......but loves to read what others have posted :D ......even if not so many poems are posted here it is good to see new faces...Keb. RSG ..and Biter...posting here......and i always enjoy reading your poems Rob ))

[Rob The Badger]

I miss the sun at night.
Waiting for the dawn to come
I stare at the moon.
He stares right back at me. . .

I have no chance, I'm just me.
He's got a heavenly army.

I wake up to find you're still not there beside me
I go out to the city streets I hear the flashing sounds
I go up to the hill all around and I fill my head with feeling.

Naked, I lie on the grass banks staring high,
I feel the wind on my neck it's such a curious sound,
and I feel your hands beside me.

I turn round to the ground and kiss the earth
to make sure that it loves me,
as much as I love sky blue sypmphonies.

I must sing my song before I'm dead and gone.

[dottie]

Why the word?
Speak the Word!
Feel the word!
Which Word?

Utter your Word!
Listen to his word!
Use his Word!


Feel his word!!!!

[KebLou]

Your eyes
As I stare into your eyes,
I feel the blueness envelop me,
I'm drowning in your eyes,
ost and struggling to understand,
The green and blue moves closer,
I smell the sea air and shiver in the sea breeze,
There is a taste of salt in my mouth,
As I stare in your eyes.

[Biter]

Metal

Standing at the edge
listening to the screams and howling below.
But this is what you wanted so badly,
Isn't it James?

The howling symphonies of axes being prepared.
The wolf is in his place,
Snarling in anticipation
As he waits for the lights to burst into life.

Sweating now as you peer over the edge of the pit
Now you realise this is what you have been waiting for...
Waiting.....looking forward to,
Sleepness nights are forgotten.

You jump into life.
Old favourites.
This is your night, Hetfield.
I feel your presence wash over us.
Make me happy

[meshurp]

We need more poets to keep this beautiful topic alive!!!!

Used To Be

autumns golden crown
drifts slowly down
a delicate cape of life
lies dying on the ground
the sky leaks fire
yet your heart is cold
a broken lie
a fear you have inside
you must not cry
as the rain falls down
soaks to ground
a hope of pian
still hoping
a chance to die
as grey covers all
all you loved
you never knew
a secret truth in you
a lie you hold
now life has gone
and the world turned
tierd and cold
for now you know
you used to live
you used to breath
you used to be


mel

[dottie]

sadness envelopes me,
darkness surrounds me,
where is the light?

Do I see a ray of light?

No alas just a trick of the night....

Maybe tomorrow the sun will shine,
and maybe just maybe, life will be mine..

[KebLou]

sadness envelopes me,
darkness surrounds me,
where is the light?

Do I see a ray of light?

No alas just a trick of the night....

Maybe tomorrow the sun will shine,
and maybe just maybe, life will be mine..

Wow thats amazing, right now that just sums me up.

[Bren]

like your poem Dottie :D


Bren

[dottie]

How do I fight thee?

Oh blackness that seeps
through the very core of my soul.....

a darkness that has no boundarys
and runs free.....

I will fight thee!

With a smile, a hug, a warm sensation...

Could it be feelings? Feelings of love?

[meshurp]

Really lovely dottie! you capture a real sense of hope!

Dark

why do i cry
when the world turns dark
am i the only soul on earth
who has a heart
a heart aches
a mind breaks
and my world is dark
the shadows cast
by the holders of power
fear
pain
mistrust
creep over my life
streching slowly ever forward
into the future falls
perpetual twilight fills all
all is dark
and in the recess
that used to house my life
my broken
hiding place from rain
shines black out
as darknesss
scores the dark
night visions beckon forth
clouds of dust
to clog the screaming sense
that is my world
fold into myself
and leave me empty
devoid
dark

mel

[Rob The Badger]

I am dead now,
Not soon shall be,
Not in a month
or years,
I am dead now.

I have tried to define myself through word
or gesture
I have tried to define myself in my mind.
This only brings more pain, more anger.

A shadow hangs low over the window,
and I fear that it will envelope me if I move to near

The inky scratchings on my hands,
the stabbing in my heart
the lack of lung space for any air

all this and a sour mind and I am spent.
I have no energy,
I have no thought.

I must die alone, here, now.
Now I am dead,
Not soon shall be,
Not in a month
or years,
Now I am dead.

I tried to cry last night in bed,
but shed not tears but pain instead. . .
I think I'm feeling depressed now. . .
I have begun to realise,
that I am a figment of my own imagination.

The walls are closing in. . .
the sky is close enough to kiss and caress...
The earth is dying beneath me feet.

My arms are twitching. . .
I hope to clasp a warm body in my arms and hold it for dear life. . .
I do not want to die alone,
but I must, for you see, that is far more interesting.

Light from anything feels evil somehow.
And you're evil for thinking that of me.
I'd cry for you if I could.

For ~~~~'s sake do something?
Can't you see I'm killing myself with every single thought?

Can't you see that you're killing me?

I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do.

Perhaps, if I hang myself the satisfying
snap
will wake someone and perhaps
they will cry.
Perhaps.
Perhaps the gunshot will be heard for miles.
Perhaps.
Perhaps the willow tree will hold some significance, I hope so.
Perhaps I could write a vitriolic note.
Perhaps.
Perhaps I could just ~~~~ the next boy in the street
and rouse up a media storm.
Perhaps.
Perhaps.

I am dead now,
Not soon shall be,
Not in a month
or years,
I am dead now.
I am dead now.

I am hollow as a burned out tree,
and I'm just about as pretty. . .

Life is truly fleeting. . .
We are born astride of the grave. . .
the light gleams an instant,
then it is night once more.

If he was there I'd ask for God's advice.
Perhaps he'd tell me something. . .
Perhaps.

[Bren]

powerful poem Rob,


I have tried to define myself through word
or gesture
I have tried to define myself in my mind.
This only brings more pain, more anger.

A shadow hangs low over the window,
and I fear that it will envelope me if I move to near


like that.

...your writing goes from strength to strength, you just get better and better.....don't ever give up writing, you have a real skill there

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

the cat sat on the mat
died one day.

but that big ol' cat
continued to sat
on the mat
o the mat
in the hall.

[KebLou]

My Corner
The pain within you,
Lays heavy on your shoulders,
As you trudge on,
Wondering is this life worth this hassle,
More pain and stress
Lodges itself on you shoulders,

Your shoulders are heavy,
This pain is weighing you down,
Everyday more is added,
Nothing is taken away,

I sit in this corner,
Watching everything you do,
Your hunch grow each day,
No one will help you,
Even your tears are alone
Rolling down your chin.

Each day of watching I become more attached to you,
I'm scared of you seeing me,
Even though that could never be,
I hope for you but hope seems lost on you
Crying is pointless so you trudge on,
Where is this life taking you?

Tears are drying on your chin,
As I wipe away my tears,
I want to help you
But I can't help myself,
The taste of tears are strong in our mouths.

[KebLou]

Untitled
Your eyes are heavy with sleep,
Tired beyond tired,
Drained is nothing,
You've lost all your colour,
Pale and fragile people watch you,
Checking, always checking,
Even your pretend smile no longer fulfils them,
Feelings are cut off,
The emptyness had taken over,
They say they didn't mean what they said,
They say they care about you,
Who cares what they say?
You lived your life how they said to,
It led you to this.
This hole full of emptyness,
This hole which is never filled.

You can feel tears deep in your chest,
What could you possibly have to cry about?
For you're empty inside,
They took it all with a smile,
There you are once again
Head in your hands fighting sleep
With tears fighting their way out.


I can't even remember writing this, scary.

[DIZZY DRUMMER]

I have seen these two poems & want to dedicated them to my friends here................

Especially :hand: - you all know who you are



Many people will walk in
and out of your life,
but only true friends will leave
footprints in your heart.


People need people and friends need friends
And we all need love for a full life depends
Not on vast riches or great acclaim,
Not on success or on worldy fame,
But just in knowing that someone cares
And holds us close in their thoughts and prayers-
For only the knowledge that we're understood
Makes everyday living feel wonderfully good,
And we rob ourselves of life's greatest need
When we "lock up our hearts" and fail to heed
The outstretched hand reaching to find
A kindred spirit whose heart and mind
Are lonely and longing to somehow share
Our joys and sorrows and to make us aware
That life's completeness and richness depends
On the things we share with our loved ones
and friends


:heart: :0mghi2u:

[Rob The Badger]

All I want in life's
a little bit of love to
take the pain away..

[Wild_Honey]

DREAMCATCHER

I dream of roses when all I get is thorns.
I am living for tomorrows but have to cope with today.
I want to look ahead but memories
Get me down.
I want to hold on to things but am being pushed forward.
What’s right and what’s wrong?
Everyone says I’m crazy. Should I care?
Am I to blame for what I like?
Do they all avoid me because I’m just myself?
Why can’t I just be loved?
Why doesn’t anyone love me for who I am?
I am there, and I don’t want to stop
Nor change for no-one.
I’m hiding myself away.
Locked up in my private suffering.
I’m my own slave, tortured.
Burnt inside but icy surface.
Red rivers on my skin.
Just every now and then when
The blood is begging to be freed.
Oh yes, indeed, my life is my own.
So don’t you try to change me.
Am I mad?
Possibly maybe.

[Bren]

like the poem Wild Honey ......and nice to see you :D

[Rob The Badger]

I was thinking..."Hey, no one's posted in Our Little Poets for a while..."

:) Nice one WH.

[KebLou]

A sense of place
This is my place,
My home
and my space.


It was for my photography course.

[Rob The Badger]

Loving You

I don't know when it began.
Let's say it began
Two years ago.

I don't know why,
But I looked at you
and knew
You had me under your spell...
I couldn't tell my heart from my
head

Fast-forward,
No more time
to rewind.

Can't stop thinking.
How much I like you,
oh how I want to be near you
everyday.

But curse these rotten veins,
curse these rotten veins.
the blood they contain
flows for you
flows for you.

and curse me for feeling blue,
and curse me for loving you.

You lie in the bed.
So soft.
Those eyes,
they see more than I
ever could,
Oh that sweet head lies so softly.
Lies so terrible, they would break my heart.

When you lie, when you say, when you talk
to me, I feel.
Like I could scatter my brain
on the floor
Just to make conversation.

You Angel,
that's what You are.
I don't doubt it for a moment...

Curse you,no no no,
Don't curse,
you at all.
For you see, it's not you,
it's me...

[Gez]

You could possibly be merited with being talented 8) .........although insanity's just round the corner :twisted:

[Wild_Honey]

Beautiful Rob!

And thanks all for your comments... yeah been a while since I posted. like... a year? lol. :roll:



LONELY SOUL

You wake up deep at night
Due to your own lonely cries.
Your mind still in a slumber,
You feel so cold.
A pain and nothing more
Lies where your heart should be,
But the fire has died away.

Dreamshaped, you get up, dress,
Leave,
Your sickening home.
Wander, with heavy bones,
Through the dark city.
Down, down, to the pale lit
Glowing harbour lights.

It’s all oh, so quiet. Blissful.
Snow lies like a blanket,
Covering up the sleeping boats.
A shriek in the sky.
A swarm of black crows.
A happy flicker in your eyes.
Your heart is lighter.

Whistling winds on your cheeks,
You walk out on the ice.
Miles and miles.
All of a sudden, the sky is alit
By a band of light.
Aurora Borealis is here to stay.
Just for a while, with you.

Breathless, you gaze, stare
Into the night, the dance
Of fading sparks,
Some released magic.
Purity of nature.
You know things will be fine
As your eyes of Emerald Green

Merge with the Northern Lights.

[Wild_Honey]

...bump.

[Keab42]

Very nice Wild Honey

[Rob The Badger]

friendship

"'I'm still alive?'
Oh God not again.

Damn these days,
they drag on so long.
I long for an end,
something definite.
Who wants eternal life?
Not me,
You see,
I long for an end."

On sunday, we're going to take a drive
Just you, me
(and some other, slightly less relevant people)

Aha-ha!
Look at me!
I'm carefree!
Look at me, damnit!

so we're going to go for a drive...
there's something on the radio
it seems suspiciously relevant...
(driving in your car, oh please don't drop me home, because I haven't got one)
anyway, he said it better than I ever could...

So don't leave me alone,
let us drive on and on and on,
like some film with Susan Sarandon, only
with a more attractive male...
You stole my soul,
you know that?

I'm going to pretend this road is a metaphor...
(we're on a road to nowhere)
"Come on inside!"

You know I just want to live like the nomads,
just the four of us, travelling
from place to place
I'd love it.

Of course, we'd sleep in the same bed...
of course, it'd all be platonic
and we'd kick Sian out...
because she's small and can sleep in the car...

Who needs money?
We'll live off eachother,
living and breathing and eating eachother's hearts until we exist in one soul...

Just imagine that...

I want you all to know,
what liking people will do to you.

[Rob The Badger]

bump....

[angel eyes]

Life

Sometimes I sit and wonder what is the point?
Bad news surrounds me, children harrass me
What is the point?
Then, out of the blue, a hug a smile and an "I love you mam"
Suddenly I feel silly, selfish and loved.
There is a point.
Life.


Love
Angelxxx

[Wild_Honey]

@ Rob: *sighs* If you'd write a full book of lyrics/poetry, I'd be the first one to buy it - oh and with your sig please!!!! 8)

@angel eyes: 8O Wowsie... Very strong, emotional... Beautiful work!!!

[meshurp]

lift your head
look out of this morbid world
loneliness wrought from hateful words
flung upon you
see the harsh rugged beauty of this life
as the sun hangs low in the sky
a sinking ball of heat
red fire
enticing shifting patterns
deep plums
darkest purples
vibrant oranges
yellows and gold
and even the odd splash of blue
are streaked across the sky
below a sea heaves
the light tints the waves
capping their tips in brillient gold
the sun kissed seas splendor
shatters colour into a thousand shades
dancing playing
do not let the curvature of the earth
rise up to steal this
nor the sunset fade to black
your life is painted in that sky
the sea below, your world
do not let the tide
coldly creep closer
sucking the pebbles from benaeth your feet
the day is here and there is light
enjoy this time before the night awakens
your life is worth nothing
if you do not live it!

[Keab42]

8O Wow!

[Rob The Badger]

My Pink Elephant

My pink elephant is sick.
I couldn't go on without him, my unique,
wonder. My pink elephant.
You'd think that it's silly
to place so much heart on such a thing,
but my pink elephant never ceases to amaze me.

My pink elephant comes over the hill,
hunched, shuffling his feet.
Almost forlorn...
the cinnamon trees are bold and stretch to the sky
complimenting him as he passes.

I wonder sometimes, what it would be like
to be alone forever with such a wondrous thing...
I realise that pink elephants don't need friends,
they just need people who'll keep them company.
That's all I want to do.

Holding him in my arms would break them.
Singing him a song would scratch my throat.
sliding into bed under him would crush me.
But still, I love my pink elephant, and could not live without him.

[Rob The Badger]

bump

[Rob The Badger]

*sigh* bump

[Pixie]

Yesterday is a memory, tomorrow is a mystery and today is a gift, which is why it is called the present.

What the caterpillar percieves is the end, to the butterfly is just the beginning.

Everything that has a beginning has an end. Make your peace with all that and all will be well.

(yes Master 8O )

[heat]

Wish

If I could wish one tiny wish,
I'd wish you back with me.
Not for the sun or moon and stars,
Or for the sparkling sea.

I'd give up everything I own,
Just to have you here,
To see your little face again
And keep you very near.

If God was listening I would pray
For one more day with you
I'd sing to you and hold you close,
Yes, that's what I would do.

So when I see the twinkling stars
Above the shimmering sea,
I think of you and wish so hard
That you were here with me.

[Bren]

beautiful heat....

[Rob The Badger]

That's really something, Heat...

[Tim]

Heat, that is a beautifull, sencible poem. It brought tears in my eyes, cause it described exactly what now is going on in my life. Thanks.

[Rob The Badger]

This, dear friends, is quite possibly my last statement.


I have come to realise, now,
that life, and love are entirely,
inseperable things.
You may tell me (because you may have been hurt,
or you know someone who has been hurt) that love
does not exist.

This, I cannot believe.
The two most gorgeous things in this existence
are love, and the people who we love.

I have cried tears because the people I love
either don't love me, or will not love me forever.
However, I have also cried when realising that there are people
who will love me forever, and I will love them forever also.

Until you have shed tears because it hurts
that you cannot find fault in someone you desperately want to,
you cannot tell me that I suffer in vain.
You will not trivialise my suffering, my pain,
by proclaiming that the reason I suffer does not exist.

I suffer, because I am born into a world, that is filled
with people who exist for their own sake. I pray to a non-existent god
every day
that I might not have to wake up tomorrow.
The greatest thing in the world to me, is the feeling I will have
when I slip into unconsciousness that last time,
and is some clichéd, hystrionic way, you will be the last thing on my mind.
I cannot think about the future, because it does not exist.
There are reasons we do things,
here are mine:
I am as surely unhappy, as surely the sun must rise and fall.
(People rise and fall, all the time. I hope you realise this.)

Do not, then, tell me that the substance that drives us to murder and
suicide is not real. Do not trivialise the pain of those that cannot bear the weight of rejection and fear and pain and collapse and suffering.
These people are real, they may seem happy
and spoiled, or bitchy, or catty...
but they merely see the world differently.
These people realise that you are not going to survive your life.
These people realise that this life is as utterly irrelevant as everything else,
and that by applying meaning to it you are holding on, desperatly, to a
life that is, in no way, your own.
These people realise that the human condition is boredom, waiting, and suffering.

These people are not dour, meloncholy, or missing the point of life.
Do not say this.
These people are happy and comfortable in their mortality and beckon the death knell with a silent finger.
We fear them because they are not contend with delusions of property and sharing...
People are vile, wretchéd creatures and these people know it.
Life is not what you make it, do not utter such a lie.
Life is a tiresome interlude in the cosmic nothingness that we were always intended to be.

[Biter]

I have decided to kill someone
and that person is you
I think I am going to have fun
because the hate I feel is true

I crave to hear you confess your sins
I want to hear your screams ring
I want to do every thing
To make you writhe in pain.

Im not violent naturally
but i was pushed into the dark
you stole my dreams and now I see
my misery was your lighthearted lark.

You scream as I push the blade deeper
slowly, dragging it idly
at first you thought I was a reaper
as the darkness was all you could see

I like causing you pain
but now I am getting bored
I stab you again and again
but the gun will be mightier than the sword

I raise it to your chest
And I fire three times in a row
close range, makes the pain the best
now the evil in my eyes doth glow

Your final moments are here
And I feel no remorse
Screw you, you son of a bitch
I won this time.

[Biter]

She lies there
enrobed in the night
waiting for the darkness to take her through to a new realm
She wonders if it will make any differrence but she already knows the answer
but shes not telling you.

She thinks of days gone by
of scraped knees and dungarees
of childbirth and worry
of pride and contentment
of ageing and growing old
gracefully? I think not.

It came as a blow
she knows she doesnt deserve this
but it saves another person the suffering
heh...all this tosh about a white light
all she has is the november moonlight glittering off the ornate picture frame next to the bed
she is not afraid anymore
what is life if you hang around and get bored?

Her eyes grow heavy and her pain is gone
she has lived
and she is happy

[airhead]

There was once an old man from the east
who went to his friend's for a feast
he chomped and he gobbled
until out he hobbled
out that old cafe on Jaywick beach!

[Rob The Badger]

Are you sleeping?
No, dear child. I am dead.

I wept for hours.
And it occured to my my hands were bloody.
I walked to the sink. Placed my habds on the tap
and turned it.

the water absolved Pilate and could surely absolve me.

[Rob The Badger]

Buy me A River

I cannot sleep here.
Not tonight.
No, not tonight.

Conversation seems fleeting and un engaging.
I rock silently.
He seems nice enough. But that's hardly good enough.
For you see, I'm not one to be picky,
but I'd like someone to hold.
Someone sturdy, steadfast and bold.

It's been a long time coming
and nothing seems readier now
than it ever did.

Three years is a long time to be sad.
I'm praying for a day when there's somebody by my side
who thinks of me as the one by his side.

There will come a day, when I will laugh and I will sing
but I won't have to wake up.

There will will come a day, when I don't live for other people
Choking on other peoples feelings.

I will cry, and I will almost die. But I won't have to face it alone.
I will have found my love...and this will be for sure.
Oh, tell me this. Tell me I'm not fantasising, tell me this romantasising
isn't bad for my heart.

Really big girls, with really big hair, come a-strolling down my street,
Really big girls, with really big pearls are rolling down the street
hand in hand with my boys.

Cry, cry if you must. But I'm not happy and I can't pretend.
Oh, cry, why must I cry...

Oh, die for me, would you?
Lies, lies.
I know, a thing or two about love and life and really big things like love life and really big things like that...

[Rob The Badger]

bumpity bump

[meshurp]

hmmm bumpity bump indeed....


springs new hope.

Springs first snow
So delicately pale
Lies damp
Torn and scuffled
By desperate feet
As humanity hurries by
Churned to mud
By unseen eyes
Sodden and clogged
Rotting
With sickly sweet
Fetid smell
Clinging in the air
And still it comes, this snow
The rain will not wash clean
Springs beautiful tide
Of decaying death
Hopes awakening smile
Long turned sour
As bruised to brown
Discoloured blossoms
Dying
Only fall
Unto the ground

mee

[Rob The Badger]

A lot of truth in that Meshurp.

[dottie]

When I exit,
who will remember me,
did I leave a footprint?

somewhere...

In someones heart,
Will I live on,
did I leave a footprint?

somewhere.....

Will they talk of me,
in kindly terms,
did I leave a footprint?

somewhere....

The sands of time,
are running out,
did I leave a footprint?

somewhere...........

[Rob The Badger]

I am not happy and I'm not sad.
I'm just a boy who's trained to be bad.

[dottie]

Look around you, what do you see,
A life that has passed you by,
Is this how lifes supposed to be?

[Rob The Badger]

The Bench By The Canal, That Overlooks The Valley


The earth beats softly tonight under the soothing hands of the sun.
The gentle breeze lifts the leaves and grasses as paper and makes them dance.
A horizon of opportunity is clouded by the darkest of skies that is my forlorn expression,
like a tablet of stone, immovable in uncertainty.

The humble waterways remain still and everlasting under a humble sky.
Bridges, numbered and forgotten by most, but stand testament to the will of man to ease his suffering.
The trees, stoic in their indifference to mans infintile folly, are content to sway in silent exultation, resigned to an eternity in the sun baked valleys.

A hue of purple and grey cements the heavens to the sky, and the sky to the mountain,
as we watch on from our lonely lives.
The only sound is that of the animals, bleating and crying in their ignorance, and your heartbeat, and mine.

The orange lights of civilisation are little help when understanding the complex beauty of the earth. A tire track in the mud, and a footstep resounding loudly against the stagnant air are all that can be seen on the floor.
If you were to look closely, you would lose sight of the grander picture, that of a beautiful thing, infested with people who can but reflect on why they are there.

[KebLou]

Missing Beauty
You rush past me, everyday,
Looking but not seeing,
You miss the beauty I hide
If only once you would look,
Maybe then then my beauty would be seen
For I the window am a doorway into another reality.

[Ageing Bat]

I’ll lend you for a little while
a child of mine, he said,
for you to love the while he lives,
and mourn for when he’s gone.

It may be two or seven years,
or twenty-two or three,
but will you, till I call him back,
take care of him for me?

He’ll bring his charms to gladden you,
and should his stay be brief,
you’ll have his lovely memories
as solace for your grief.

I cannot promise he will stay,
since all from earth return,
but there are lessons taught down there
I want this child to learn.

I’ve looked the wide world over
in my search for teachers true,
and from the throngs that crowd this life,
I have selected you.

Now will you give him all your love,
don’t think the labour vain,
nor hate me when I come to call
to take him back again?

I fancied that I heard them say:
Dear Lord, thy will be done.
For all the joy thy child shall bring
the risk of grief well run.

We’ll shelter him with tender care,
we’ll love him while we may,
and for the happiness we have known,
forever grateful stay.

But should the angels call for him
much sooner than we’d planned,
we’ll brave the bitter grief that comes,
and try to understand.


In memory of my great nephew, Fred, 29/04/2005 ~ 10/06/2005

[Bren]

Rob, i like the poem " The Bench by the canal, That Overlooks The Valley"

The earth beats softly tonight under the soothing hands of the sun.
The gentle breeze lifts the leaves and grasses as paper and makes them dance.
A horizon of opportunity is clouded by the darkest of skies that is my forlorn expression,
like a tablet of stone, immovable in uncertainty.

wonderful...

[Bren]

Good poem Keb,

very moving poem ageing Bat....

[DIZZY DRUMMER]

Drummers Prayer
~~~~~~~~~~~~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



I pray thee, oh gods of the misty sky
Just simple things in the average eye.
That you give me the power, as long as I can,
To keep drumming through life with foot and with hand.

I pray thee, oh gods, just a humble space
At the back of the stage behind guitar and bass.
I care not as long as I'm playing a beat
And the music's in time with my hands and my feet.

I pray thee, oh gods, that my throne be not jewel
But a simple black, leather, padded stool.
For upon that I sit more proud than a king
My sticks suit me better then some crown and a ring.

And I pray thee, oh gods, that I always stay wild
That I never grow weak, that I never grow mild.
That playing shall never a burden become
That my life is an oath of the cymbal and drum.

Let my sticks be my sword and my drums be my shield
Let the bright stage before me be the battlefield.
And, oh gods, let me triumph as long as I stand
And let music strengthen my foot and my hand.

Whether it be on stage, or just in a shed
Oh gods, let me drum on until I am dead.

[airhead]

Where the slender foxglove blooms
And the roses lift their heads
Where the dainty dew drop glistens
Upon the petals red

We ran alongside the river
And paddled in its glassy air
Remember when I held you close
And stroked your sun- kissed hair?

We played and frolicked the hurried day through
Till the tawny sun bled scarlet
We ended the day with a soft sugar kiss
Like a finished writer’s sonnet.

by the one and only emma!!!!

[Rob The Badger]

This bleakness is unbearable.
"Another cigarette?"
I don't take it. The glow from the wall light behind my head reflects on the faces of my friends and enemies. I think they laugh too much. There's a girl on the table. She's had too much to drink. I assume this is the case anyway. She's half naked and the waiter is asking us to move her.
We do not move her.The mirrored walls and lime green box furniture with brown leather linings contrasts with our white suits. I click my fingers and we lay sixty pounds on the table and get up, all carrying our metal batons. The girl is still led on our table. There is a man. A fat man. He laughed at one of my friends hat. He had a choked look about him. Red scarf, Hindenburg moustache. Jennings, our resident tank ran over there and slyly smiled as he cracked the poor guys leg. The smoke cleared the room and we closed the door behind us.



- extract from The Red Shoes by R. Matthews

[Heli]

Oh Music Man
These words that fall from your mouth
You wrote them from the heart
They melt us like a fire

Oh Music Man
That sound pours from your fingers
You're playing it for us
It's holding us together

Your faults are our comfort
Your loses are our gain
Your giving out your heart
To take away our pain

Oh Music Man
You've carved your voice in our minds
We can't forget it's sound
So bare and yet so strong

Oh Music Man
You're stood with your heart in hand
You feel naked and open
Ready to fall in the dark

Your faults are our comfort
Your loses are our gain
Your giving out your heart
To take away our pain

But music man
Please read; believe what we say
For if you was in our eyes
You could see so much praise

Music Man
Our lives are starting to begin
Don't leave us yet; Commander
we have so much left to learn from you.

Dedicated to BM

[Rob The Badger]

A car drives away in the distance.
Gravel and asphalt under the wheels.
You can hear the headlights pass unoccupied,
crusty buildings.

The damp, dark corners
filled with tacky houses,
tacky people
and tacky christmas decorations.

Hunger fills my breast as the darkness surrounds the window pane.
The flicker of a glowing fairy light is all that I can see.
Shadows fill the room and I think I see a lost love's face.
It's just a coat.

The scent of garlic mushrooms cover my fingers.
I walked from the home of my darling some miles away.
The streets empty and gloomy.

I am home now, sat alone with thoughts.
I think of how I want to fu*k every one of the beautiful things in my head.
I think long and hard about this and decide that I should do something more wholesome.
So I do.

[Bren]

nice to see you posting here again Rob:D

[Rob The Badger]

Home



The heavy fog creeps and crawls along the pavement.
The street lamps fight their way through the murky air.

It is a cold, dark december morning.
The insomniacs solace is the
late night pizza place,
filled with the smell of ugly Italian men making
ugly Italian pizzas.

I feel this city in my heart and soul.
I've longed for so long to come somewhere
as majestic and sinful as this.

Some boy asks me if I'd like him on all fours.
I politely decline
(Although the thought did cross my mind
but I was carrying a pizza so I didn't have time)
and head on my way.

The blackness of the night
makes clear the decadence of this most glorious,
rabid society.

Prostitutes and drag queens,
drunks and religious fanatics.
All the sexual, seedy splendour of the people who really live.

I have come to expect nothing less from this
Gershwin soaked city.
No, maybe not Gershwin, maybe more Beethoven or Wagner.
Something at once demonic and heroic.
Something lofty and yet low and greasy.

Yes, greasy.
This is the word: greasey, grimey, slimey, filthy, creased and humiliated.
All these words so beautifully describe the horrific, booze drenched piss hole that I love so dearly.

This is what I call home.

[Heli]

That fog must have really inspired you :-P! Lovely description...:-)

[Heli]

*I'm gonna hate this as soon as i post it, so don't read it!!!*

Adam

Do you like the forbidden fruit?
Deny yourself nothing but meat,
Yet you beg for the sweet glorious flesh it gives you.

I never understood it…yet never doubted you
For you are happy.
You are happy?

If not, then Adam run away…
You’ve had a taste but
No one said you have to like it.

[Keab42]

Home



The heavy fog creeps and crawls along the pavement.
The street lamps fight their way through the murky air.

It is a cold, dark december morning.
The insomniacs solace is the
late night pizza place,
filled with the smell of ugly Italian men making
ugly Italian pizzas.

I feel this city in my heart and soul.
I've longed for so long to come somewhere
as majestic and sinful as this.

Some boy asks me if I'd like him on all fours.
I politely decline
(Although the thought did cross my mind
but I was carrying a pizza so I didn't have time)
and head on my way.

The blackness of the night
makes clear the decadence of this most glorious,
rabid society.

Prostitutes and drag queens,
drunks and religious fanatics.
All the sexual, seedy splendour of the people who really live.

I have come to expect nothing less from this
Gershwin soaked city.
No, maybe not Gershwin, maybe more Beethoven or Wagner.
Something at once demonic and heroic.
Something lofty and yet low and greasy.

Yes, greasy.
This is the word: greasey, grimey, slimey, filthy, creased and humiliated.
All these words so beautifully describe the horrific, booze drenched piss hole that I love so dearly.

This is what I call home.





wow!

[Rob The Badger]

Cheers Keab. Love the poem Heli.

[Rob The Badger]

Jaques Cousteau

They say a watched pot won't ever boil
Well I say different
I'll watch until you boil
I'll watch until you boil.

It's nice to hear someone say:
"Yeah, I like her loads"
You know?
It's nice to know people care

I've been over this a thousand times
How I want to protect your precious head
I didn't mind when you said those things
I didn't mind at all.
I was too in love with you.
I didn't mind at all.

It's good to know that people can like other people
warring, sparring, taunting people
You know?
They say you can't hurry love
Well I beg to differ

I'll rush you along
You'll shoot me down
I'll tell you for the thousanth time
and you'll tell me
'If'
I'll feel my heart sink
Jaques Cousteau might find it
and use it to teach the world to sing

If I died tonight, well
I don't know what I'd do.
What good is time
when I can't love you?

[Keab42]

again all i can say is wow!

[Heli]

Jaques Cousteau

They say a watched pot won't ever boil
Well I say different
I'll watch until you boil
I'll watch until you boil.

It's nice to hear someone say:
"Yeah, I like her loads"
You know?
It's nice to know people care

I've been over this a thousand times
How I want to protect your precious head
I didn't mind when you said those things
I didn't mind at all.
I was too in love with you.
I didn't mind at all.

It's good to know that people can like other people
warring, sparring, taunting people
You know?
They say you can't hurry love
Well I beg to differ

I'll rush you along
You'll shoot me down
I'll tell you for the thousanth time
and you'll tell me
'If'
I'll feel my heart sink
Jaques Cousteau might find it
and use it to teach the world to sing

If I died tonight, well
I don't know what I'd do.
What good is time
when I can't love you?





Lovely poem :-)! Just out of curiosity though....who's Jaques Cousteau?

[Heli]

This isn't finished but after I had finished this verse, i couldn't get anything better to follow...so for now it can stay like this. :-)

The girls always seem to make it out as some big deal.
Well am I weird for not being so bothered?
The sun and moon still rise and fall
The clouds up in the sky still float by
My world keeps turning...
Love isn't everything!

Is it?

[Heli]

Another one. I can't say it's good because that'd be big headed...but i really don't mind it (although saying that you all may think it's crap LOL but thats what most poetry is anyway isn't it?! heehee) And i'll be honest it took me about 10 minutes...which says alot! lol!

Anyway...I think i'll call this Never the Artist (unless someone can come up with a better name)

Never the Artist

You've never heard my song before
The words could never match
The way i felt when I felt what i felt
and so that was the end of that

You've never seen my painting before
the colours were never the same
to the sight i saw when i saw what i saw
and so i never bothered again

You've never seen my dance before
The movements could never describe
the sound i heard when i heard what i heard
and so i just gave up

There must be some way
some way, one way
to tell you what i feel.
I want to make it believable
I want to make it mine.
I don't want someone else telling you
how i'm feeling quite fine.

So you won't have heard my song before
The words would never fit
The way i feel when I feel what i feel
and I just got frustrated and wrote this.


P.S. I want to thank Dr May for the first line (Like i could ever pull off a line like that as my own :roll: !)

[Chris]

I have just had a brainwave for a poem to post in here.

Just suddenly thought of a line
"the faithful man that you loved is no where to be found
since they took all that he believed and laid it in the ground"
and the rest of the lines flowed from that.

A really moving poem about losing someone close to you. Typed it all out and was about to post when i thought that looks familiar.

I had actually typed out the full lyrics to Alan jackson's excellent song "Monday Morning Church"

Luckily i have another almost finished poem to post later!!

[Rob The Badger]

Jaques Cousteau was a famous diver and marine biologist.

[Rob The Badger]

Something's Always Coming Around



Something's always coming around
to tear me up inside.
Run away
hide away
it's always the same.
So, if you've any luck at all
treat me right
as rain.

Oh, mama.
Oh, papa, where'd you go wrong?
How do things always end up turning out so wrong...
Why do I have to blame everyone but
me

Something's always coming around
to
tear us apart
be it sleep, night or even every day
something, comes along
to say
"Come along now children, it's too late to play"
run away
hide away
It's always the same.

I always dream about you
Every night of the year
Every word you say
I hang on every word

Something's always coming around
to keep me up at nights
It's your face
your pretty face

[Heli]

I just have to post this in here. It's not mine, but it was written by my friend Marina. I think this is such a beautiful poem!

---------------------------------------------

If tonight wasn't an impenetrable shadow
And today, not a world-wide, blinding mist
If tomorrow was more than an endless row
Then "loneliness" is a word that does not exist

I can no longer see my reflection in the lake
It frets me, whether I should leave or stay
I don't know if the kinds words were real, or fake
Can not remember who I was yesterday

But only if you promise to wait there
And gently stroke all of me that's sore
Only if you'll help me do what I don't dare
I might be the one I was before

There is beauty in seeing wild horses run
There is beauty in the newly fallen snow
But I can see, in the eyes of my loved one
A beauty bigger than everything I know

And only if I know that you'll wait here
And I can hear the words your heartbeats say
Only if your kisses will take away everything I fear
I will be the one I was yesterday

[Rob The Badger]

Heart of Gold
(After Neil Young)

Tired an restless...
searching my mind for answers...

I wanna live.
I wanna learn about your every move
and we ain't getting any younger, babe

Sitting in the lamplight...
I been so many places I forget their names...
I keep on searching for a heart of gold.

Call me names
I don't mind
that's what I'm here for

You may be crass and you may be crude
but you've got a heart of gold

If they dare to touch a hair on your head I'll fight until I'm half dead

[Keab42]

Very nice Rob.

tempted to write one about being ill but i think it would just consist of some very unpleasant sound effects...

[Heli]

I wanna learn about your every move



I love this line Rob! It's lovely in so many ways!

[Heli]

Here's another new crap one by moi.

I'm the fraud.

I'm the fraud.

While I live my life, I noticed something.
I saw that I'm not who you think i am.
It doesn't bother me...but I just wish I could correct you.
I wish I could tell you who I really am,
just so your judgement can be accurate.

I hope your judgement is accurate.
I think I like the way you see me.
I dont really like looking in the mirror.
I would much rather look at you and get verbal feedback.
Physical feedback....scared and shaking in anticipation.
I tend to like that coming from you.


Just why does everyone say the same?
Just because you all say it, doesn't mean it's true does it?
It doesn't mean I'm really like that...does it?
Oh for heavens sake just stop it...I want to think about you...
...work you out and not me!
You're such a lovely audience...
Lovely lovely people...but hmmm...
...maybe you don't think the same.
Maybe you're a fraud too??

Who are we really?

Pseudo intellects...
...or bona fide folly?

[Bren]

great to see poems being posted..Rob and Heli :D

[Heli]

Here's one I wrote a while back about a boy I like....but it turns out he doesn't like me! lol. I'm sure many people get this feeling when they have someone on their mind.


Sleepless Nights

I am not heavy nor am I light,
When I creep upon you at night.
I stay up here to drive you mad,
but you must admit I'm not that bad.

With every breath you while away,
Just thinking of him every day.
What will happen? You can't see,
When I cause you little sleep.

So stay awake and feed me more,
I love to be a perfect bore.
I'm not a man that's easily fought,
I'm merely just a love sick thought!

[Jackoutofhell]

My friend was undergoing some hard times a few months ago, and I wrote him a poem to lift his spirits. He has been doing much better lately, so I decided to write a sequel. Below are the two poems, both written fairly quickly, but very important to me. Please comment. I'm currently working on a bizzare short story. I may post it here if I feel so inclined.

You Can Overcome

Day by day you live your life
You live in pain, you live in strife

Wanting so desperately to be free
Wanting to run, wanting to flee

Telling yourself that it will be okay
Fighting to make it through the day

Your life is running all too fast
You hope this night will be your last

Crying for help from an unknown place
Looking for something that you can embrace

You seem content, filled with pride
No one can see your other side

Hoping and longing for that beautiful day
When all your pain will drift away

You sit alone, isolated and numb
For fear that day will never come

If you pay attention then you'll see
This is not what you are meant to be

From here on out, it's what you instill
You can overcome, and I know you will

The Future Awaits

The fear is gone, the joy is here,
Your mind is set to rest.

The mark is made, the battle won,
You've finally aced the test.

But keep it up, don't stow away
and let the past draw near.

Just rev it up, and let it go,
and leave the car in gear.

The price is paid, you owe no more,
Just seize the light of day.

Cherish the future, play the cards,
Don't let it slip away.

Go ahead and take your time,
the end is not so dear.

Remember what you'll always have,
A friendship that's sincere.

[Jackoutofhell]

And this: just typical country lyrics:

A Sad Poem

I sit all alone in my chair here at home
Been drinking and crying now that you´re gone

I can´t stand to think of what happened that night
The way that you left, man it just wasn´t right

I thought that you loved me, but I guess I was wrong
So now I´m just sittin here singing this song

If I could go back, then God knows I would
If only I´d known you were up to no-good

You´ve wasted my life and taken from me
All of this pain, I´m no longer free

I kind of feel sorry, but I don´t know why
I should just be happy that you said goodbye

At this point, you know I don´t really care
All I can do is just sit here and stare

I don´t want to talk and I dont want to think
Maybe I should just go and have me a drink.

A Tribute To Writing.Com

I was surfing the net the other night
when I came across this awesome site

What it claimed just couldn't be true
A place to write, and forums too?

The community seemed to be fairly large
and better yet, its free of charge?

It seemed that something just couldn't be right
Could it be a scam? No, not quite!

I posted a poem and popped in to say "Hey"
I had 4 reviews by the very next day!

The members were friendly and the mods were nice
all this support for such a cheap price?

I now visit there every night
Will I upgrade? yeah I might!

I'll tell ya man, if literature is what ya know
then Writing.com is the place to go!

----

Wouldn't take those too seriously, but they were fun.

[Rob The Badger]

Where the heck is the Our Little Poet's thread?
Good poems, love. Keep it up.

[Rob The Badger]

I don't want this wonderful thread to get lost again...

x Bobby

[AndyK]

Threads merged.


Here's my little contribution ...

To write a haiku
in less than
sixteen syllables
is very diffic

[Rob The Badger]

the beginning was a disaster
as i slipped under the water
you brought my head from under
the rushing bay blue river
you placed your lips on mine
i opened my eyes for the first time
opened to my heaven

calling through the forest
the rain falls heavy downward
cowering under maple leaf
acting as umbrella

walking talking standing marching singing lazing bleaching searching
calling falling trawling falling stop
do do do do too late

you fall down
you fell down the bankment and i saved you once before
i've not enough left in my arms to pull you back up once again
now i'm your heaven you're my hell and there's a tree trunk in between us

falling down again to be with you won't help me now
so i'm going home for tea perhaps i'll see you on the weekend

[amethyst]

Trust and love, love and trust
Sex and love, love and lust
Give and take, take it all
Lift me up, let me fall
Take my heart, let it break
I was real, you were fake
Time to go, left alone
Nothing left, heart of stone
Let me go, set me free
I am here, I am me.

29th April 2006

[dottie]

I would hope one day to have some of my words put to music - DESPAIR - Sadness comes all to often for me,
A light on the horizon I cannot see,
Is this how things are meant to be?
Each morning as it dawns,
Full of hope I pray -
Happiness and contentment may come my way.
But once again my wishes are jaded,
As another day passes and hope has faded,
Happiness in this life is not for me,
I can see it all now -
So please let me be.

Wrote this at my lowest ebb........

I posted this in 2003 - re-surfaced in 2006........

[dottie]

LIFE

I wish - I wish - I Wish,
A thousand miles away from here,
with our two children Oh so dear,
A sun that sets in a peaceful sky,
and leaves me asking Why? Why? Why?
Will we ever feel the gladness?
or are we destined for a life of sadness.
The future holds no threat for me
it is only to clear to see - to see.
Perhaps one day the sun will shine
in a way to be almost sublime,
and at that moment I will know how this life might try to grow,
and fulfil dreams as of yet undreamed

posted 2003 - re-surfaced 2006

It is said that if you wait long enough dreams will fulfil themselves.......

[dottie]

The end of the road

He doesn't love me anymore
That I know for sure
He sees me as a waste of space
not wanted in his life

He puts me down
When I act like a clown
He cann't bear for me to be happy

He sees me as a millstone
forever around his neck
I wish I could escape this life with him

I've given him all I can
I cann't give anymore
That I know for sure

posted 2003 - re-surfaced 2006

Thank god I have moved on since I wrote this........

[dottie]

Future

Dare I wonder
Dare I perceive
A happier life if I should leave

A day thats filled with Joy and gladness
Not hopefulness and untold sadness

Give me the courage
Give me the hope
With this future life
I know I can cope

posted 2003 - re-surfaced 2006

wrote this after leaving my foster parents........

[dottie]

Can you not see?

Days of sunlight and joy,
were all I knew when I met you boy,
Yes, you gave me the world and everything in it,
It was never enough for me, can you not see.

The years rolled by and the yearning became stronger,
It was never enough for me, can you not see.

My bags were packed and ready,
A last wave, the tears flowed, but I couldn't stay,
It was never enough for me, can you not see.

posted 2003 - re-surfaced 2006

In memory of a lost love.........

[dottie]

This was dedicated to my late mum in law( an absolutely super person) by her husband.

MY DARLING

My Darling, My Darling,
You gave me the love that I was forever searching
Life became alive once more
When once again you opened the door to the treasure of heart, and the love of yourself
Yes dear I became alive once more.

The men recently in your life are lucky too
as they have known you through and through
They may have been good and kind, and left a slight pang for you in the past, now behind.

But ask yourself dear, did they not have their chance?
Or did they only want a sly romance?
Or did they only need their ego blue?
And not really want a permantly you.

My Darling, My Darling,
Don't ever lock me out
Give me your love, and you will see me true.

My Darling, My Darling,
On this birthday of yours, which I shall share,
and in sickness or health, I shall always care,
So don't chase moonbeams of bygone days,
Else you'll end up in a permanent haze.

My Darling, My Darling,
My Home, My Life, My Love is yours,
Not much to offer, no riches, or wealth
Just me, just me, just myself.

My Darling, My Darling,
Give me all of yourself, and you shall be my goddess of love,
Flying into my life and never out,
So that I can chant to the world what my love is all about.
Yours eyes are lovely and truly blue,
When thoughts of love enter you,
So keep them for me this way dear,
For no other and deeply clear.

My Darling, My Darling.

posted 2003 - re-surfaced 2006

the words speak for themselves.....

Alas my father in law passed away also a few years ago........ (the closest I have been to someone whom I regarded as a father)

[Rob The Badger]

bump

[dottie]

what do I care?

where are you?
mother dear,
dead or alive,
never knowing.

what do I care?

so near,
yet so far,
just around the corner,
or 1,000 miles away?

what do I care?

why did you leave me?
walked out of my life,
not looking back,
ne'er a backward glance.

what do I care?

Yes, I do regardless,
if you're out there somewhere,
I'll find you,
and embrace the love,
which we thought was lost.

[dottie]

what am I looking for?

Is it just around the corner?
Or is it a thousand miles away?

what am I looking for?

peace of mind, does it exist?

what am I looking for?

clarity of thought, definition of the future..

what am I looking for?

how do I accept lifes hand..

what am I looking for?

[Rob The Badger]

There are times when it feels like
the dice are loaded
lady luck is out on the town
the cards aren't in your favour
or your time is running out

well I've some words for you
'Don't pull your punches,
play the player not the game,
listen to your music an sing your song,
it won't be long until we're all talking'

[RSG]

Good Morning...

And a crow calls out

Out my mother's window when the sun is hiding proud.
on a clear mid-morning with little cloud
Touched by light scatters right out my window.
I cannot tell where he's looking about
And the crow calls out.

In his bed, folded nose cold
In his cotton soft blue clothes
Watches the blackbird resting upon a tree arm,
As an older gentleman looks out where he is laid warm.
And a crow calls out.

They now share a life together, a sacred plan.
Most beautiful bride of a woman, and groom of a man.
As she walks down the aisle she looks at her mother and smiles.
A little girls fairytale is made
And a crow calls out.

A new born Daddy looks down towards the reversed side of the glass.
It was a long night and it was a long time since he's seen his own dad.
Leaving him with a feeling with absense he replaces with a new path.
Not hating the man who was never around when he needed him real bad
And a crow calls out.

He lays in a situation in which he can't choose.
He played the game and he knows he didn't loose.
There isn't anything left for him he wish to do.
So he lays down to rest, no need to be depressed
He exhales his last breath, loved ones mournes his death.
And a crow calls out.

RSG

[dottie]

what do I care?

where are you?
mother dear,
dead or alive,
never knowing.

what do I care?

so near,
yet so far,
just around the corner,
or 1,000 miles away?

what do I care?

why did you leave me?
walked out of my life,
not looking back,
ne'er a backward glance.

what do I care?

Yes, I do regardless,
if you're out there somewhere,
I'll find you,
and embrace the love,
which we thought was lost.

I wanted to bump this poem because I now have information which could lead me to my mama......

[JanT]

A couple of months ago, our English tutor came into the room with a carrier bag and asked all the students to put in their hands and take out whichever object they first touched. We all complied. Then she told us, our assignment for the day was to write a personification poem about that object.

I got a tatty old tea towel.

Here is my effort.

Just an old, unwanted tea towel

Edges fray, they say, with age
Well mine are fraying too.
In days gone by,
My hems were neat
But now…
They’re tattered through

Colour fades, they say, with age
Well mine is fading too
There was a time,
I dried the pots
And now…
I wipe a shoe

Those were the days, they say, with age
Well those were my days too
I used to be put out to dry,
Yet now…
I seldom do.

And as my final days drew near…
My useful life all fin…

I found my final resting place
Was in a rubbish bin
<sigh>

[RSG]

Nice heh :D

[Jackoutofhell]

I like that. :D While struggling with another poem, I decided to write this little diddy so I could get back to work.

Utter Arrogance

A bitter mind, a perfect life
transgressions, have you none?
a constant need to wield your knife
and face the morning sun

The world is yours, a squirrelly phrase
and one to use with care
for if you have no humble days
the rest will lose its flair

Don't turn around and take the chance
the earth is not your own
you'll never laugh and sing and dance
while sitting all alone

For what shall come of sly remarks
scorn and steep self praise?
a daunting post, a pool of sharks
a void to fill your days?

But in the end, the choice is yours
you know which path you'll choose
to flow along and hide your pores
or pay your entry dues

==========

And no, I'm NOT angry right now, hahaha.

[dottie]

what do I care?

where are you?
mother dear,
dead or alive,
never knowing.

what do I care?

so near,
yet so far,
just around the corner,
or 1,000 miles away?

what do I care?

why did you leave me?
walked out of my life,
not looking back,
ne'er a backward glance.

what do I care?

Yes, I do regardless,
if you're out there somewhere,
I'll find you,
and embrace the love,
which we thought was lost. ( searching for 55 years)

Mama I forgive you......

But we will have a chance to say our last goodbyes very soon.....


In memory of my mama, who I have discovered passed over in February 2001

[Hypnobabe]

In memory of my mama, who I have discovered passed over in February 2001

Hugs to you Dottie x

[Rob The Badger]

I see things no man should see




I see things differently now.
I have outgrown foolish idealism, dreams of what will never be
haunt my dreams no longer.

I see things as they really are.
The only dreams that haunt me now - are things that are
certain.

I have come to realise that love, and hope and dreams
are good things to trust in
so long as you have the
courage
to believe in them.

Courage.
Such an important virtue was never as underrated,
with courage comes bravery
and with bravery comes fearlessness.
Fearlessness is the ultimate happiness.
There is no ultimate happiness.

Love your friend, hold them close.
They are your closest link to distraction and
ultimately
they are your salvation.
As far as one can be saved.

[Heli]

:)

Aww Rob...you've grown so much; I hardly realised.

[Heli]

The Bench I Gave to You

It's hard yet comfortable,
For two, but for all,
Early morning; we're sitting here
Thoughts for a thinkers ball.

You've found me sitting here
But I've found you much more.
You're looking through my window
But I've walked right through your door.

Darling, I know who you are
And I love you so much;
But your dear, young heart
I'm scared to want to touch.

So when we shared our thoughts,
I had only hoped you knew,
That its only made of friendship
This bench I gave to you.

[Heli]

I hope this has no meaning to anyone...

My Chruch.

Religion...
The lonley childs game.
Pretending in belief;
Thats a shame
"My invisable friend
is better than yours!"

But my Bunny, this is our religion
You're my sacred cow.

We'll make our pilgrimage one day,
and the holy dove will move in us
performing the prayers we sigh everynight
and the ones we relish every morning.

I believe in you
I dont see your eyes; I dont see your face
But I know the taste of your bread and wine.

I know that we've started a religion
Because we're invisible friends.

[Heli]

One Word After Another

Am I a Writer?
I'm learning the names;
All Woolf and Wilde.
But am I a writer?

Are my thoughts like the ones of theirs?
Is my mind as colourful and true?
What makes a word? What makes a feeling?

Are you...
...supposed to pen with...
With careful...erm…consideration;
Or just let it pour out of you like jug full of metaphors without stopping in case it's not "real".
And do the lines need to be the same length?

Does this poem fit the greats?
Could I go on to write a play about how I cannot write plays?
Or a story about a girl who fears not being able to write stories?
I don't find pleasure in this;
I don’t see a point.
Yet I'm compelled to tell you how I feel...
...poetry...writing...thinking...
They're all made up; one word after another.

Though unsystematic words make no sense;
Poetry is all about interpreting in anyway you will.

[Heli]

It's sad how no ones writing poems anymore.

I have a new one I wrote on the bus this morning. It made me laugh anyway, I always feel like I'm a criminal when I'm sat on the uni shuttle bus in a morning

Oh the bus!
Streaked rain drops bar these windows.
People look in at us;
Our heads bowed in sleepiness.
They know where we're going,
They know where we've been
"At school, you see, you don't get parole!
Good behaviour just brings a longer sentence"


That quote at the end is from Alan Bennett's play "The History Boys"

[A Slice Of English]

I was wondering if people have an expressive side they feel like sharing? I tend to write poetry ever now and then so I have decided to introduce "Poetry Corner" where anyone can come and display their poetic sides! I'll start off with one of mine:

What Lies Beneath

Rage and hate, power and fury
Struggling, duelling, fighting with my mind
I am the accused and they are the jury
Their compassion and belief too hard to find

Struggling on, battling their conviction
The fire in my belly refusing to be smothered
This is real life not a work of fiction
My real purpose yet to be discovered

Needling and snarling their jibes bounce off me
Cast aside like the conscience they lack
I fight on defiant, determined they will see
This train ain’t off the rails, it’s just on another track

You don’t get me, I doubt you ever will
You’re not here when the doubt creeps in
You gorge on your own life, really eat your fill
I’ll be clinging to your soul like the weight of your sin

[allrevvedup]

Nice work, there'll be a few people interested in posting.

I might have some song lyrics that could be used as poetry instead

[A Slice Of English]

By all means!

[K1ttycat]

I have TONS of song lyrics and here is a short one for now - it reached "runner up" status in the Song People's lyric writing competition (yeah, there are probably 1,000 other "runner ups"....lol!) Kathryn

Climate Change

(Verse One)

It's a cold winter's night
and the wind is blowing
No stars or moon in sight
There's a snow storm a-coming
I've heard the weather warnings
Jack Frost is really gonna bite

So baby come on over
Turn the lights down low
We'll keep each other warm
By the fire's glow
And there's no need to worry
'Cuz we've got 'til dawn
I could stay this way forever
Or 'til the snow's all gone

(Refrain)

It may be winter out there
But it's summer in here
The temperature is on the rise
Because when we are together
The mercury goes higher
There's gonna be a
Climate change tonight


(Verse Two)

The snow is now here
Got blizzard conditions
Our fate's looking pretty clear
It's a serious situation
Record-breaking precipitation
Snow drifts piling up everywhere

So baby come on over
Snuggle next to me
How we'll brave this together
Is no mystery
And there's no need to worry
'Bout the snow and ice
I could stay this way forever
In our tropic paradise

(Refrain)

It may be winter out there
But it's summer in here
The temperature is on the rise
Because when we're together
The mercury goes higher
There's gonna be a
Climate change tonight
There's gonna be a
Climate change tonight

[A Slice Of English]

Cool song!

[madagascar]

When I look into the mirror
Smoking visions fade to blind
This time on my own, ridin' all alone
And I ain't lookin' back
Happen you saw it coming
Happen you will comprehend
But you're running to seed, whenever we meet
Your highway's my dead end

So I ~~~~ off, this time for good
'Cause you led me astray
Haste makes waste, always cut n' paste
Said, yeah you kick me away
©

This are just everyday lyrics by me.

[Heli]

Great stuff. We used to have one of these years ago when I used to post.....if I can dig it out I'll link you to it. Some great work in there too.

[The Flying Mouse]

bump

[Heli]

Sorry for bumping this but I can't work out how to find the threads url using google chrome >_<!

But might be interesting read for the poet's corner thread. :)

[Heli]

bump


Hey you beat me too it! >_<!!

[The Flying Mouse]

Sorry for bumping this but I can't work out how to find the threads url using google chrome >_<!

But might be interesting read for the poet's corner thread. :)


:twisted: I beat you to it :mrgreen: :p

Poetry/lyric threads merged :up:

[A Slice Of English]

Normal

I see your happy exterior
I see you broken within
Maybe its because you think you're inferior
Maybe its those who greet you with nothing but a grin

Your home is the road least travelled by normal men
The bumps and the holes like the dents in your sanity
Always trying to find your way to that destination again
Your judgment clouded by bitterness and prophanity

I see you seeking approval
I see you wanting to shock
Maybe its that you fear fames' removal
Maybe its because you need an emotional rock

Yours is a life without a semblance of normality
Unable to go out for a pint with a friend
They don't understand this is your reality
They fawn and they gush, all their "love" they will send

I see you weakened by age and disappointment
I see you wanting to just back off and rest
Maybe its time to cure this ailment
Maybe its time to do what you think is best

[LisaT]

Normal

I see your happy exterior
I see you broken within
Maybe its because you think you're inferior
Maybe its those who greet you with nothing but a grin

Your home is the road least travelled by normal men
The bumps and the holes like the dents in your sanity
Always trying to find your way to that destination again
Your judgment clouded by bitterness and prophanity

I see you seeking approval
I see you wanting to shock
Maybe its that you fear fames' removal
Maybe its because you need an emotional rock

Yours is a life without a semblance of normality
Unable to go out for a pint with a friend
They don't understand this is your reality
They fawn and they gush, all their "love" they will send

I see you weakened by age and disappointment
I see you wanting to just back off and rest
Maybe its time to cure this ailment
Maybe its time to do what you think is best

This is BRILLIANT and says it all really, doesn't it? I used to be a bit of a poet when I was a teenager (and always depressed, so there were no happy poems!) Don't think I could compete with this though - you have a wonderful talent there! I really hope Meat reads this.

[LisaT]

I was wondering if people have an expressive side they feel like sharing? I tend to write poetry ever now and then so I have decided to introduce "Poetry Corner" where anyone can come and display their poetic sides! I'll start off with one of mine:

What Lies Beneath

Rage and hate, power and fury
Struggling, duelling, fighting with my mind
I am the accused and they are the jury
Their compassion and belief too hard to find

Struggling on, battling their conviction
The fire in my belly refusing to be smothered
This is real life not a work of fiction
My real purpose yet to be discovered

Needling and snarling their jibes bounce off me
Cast aside like the conscience they lack
I fight on defiant, determined they will see
This train ain’t off the rails, it’s just on another track

You don’t get me, I doubt you ever will
You’re not here when the doubt creeps in
You gorge on your own life, really eat your fill
I’ll be clinging to your soul like the weight of your sin

EXCELLENT!!! :-)

[A Slice Of English]

Raise Your Hand

You gotta lift yourself a little bit
You gotta raise your hand and say “That’s it!”
Don’t ever sit back baby and take that shit
You gotta lift yourself a little bit

Let myself down before
Fought a non-existant war
Won’t go back there again
Won't drown in my rain

I’m worth more than nothing
Gotta see what life brings
I gotta tell myself
Won’t go back on that shelf

‘Cos you gotta lift yourself a little bit
You gotta raise your hand and say “That’s it!”
Don’t ever sit back baby and take that shit
You gotta lift yourself a little bit

But I gotta trust, you see
It’s been hard for me
Been stamped on so hard
Couldn’t see a way forward

‘Cos she’s worth it I know
I gotta let it just flow
Instead of suspicious minds
We gotta see what we find

‘Cos you gotta lift yourself a little bit
You gotta raise your hand and say “That’s it!”
Don’t ever sit back baby and take that shit
You gotta lift yourself a little bit

Don’t give up nor let it go
Because in time you’ll just know
That the effort was worth it
Love’s got you in its grip

And the time is just right
And you’ve won that last fight
There’s no such thing as never
Only a time called forever

‘Cos you gotta lift yourself a little bit
You gotta raise your hand and say “That’s it!”
Don’t ever sit back baby and take that shit
You gotta lift yourself a little bit

[Wario]

Aroused
by me for my poetry class, 9th grade, 2007:

I hate you
I love you
You betrayer
You monster
You lover
You life long companion
I love you
Go die you filthy cow

[A Slice Of English]

Sent this one to my other half a week or so ago. Haven't published it on my blog though.

When I look into your eyes I see the gleaming lights of what could be
Shining like stars as you look back at me
Words cannot express the feelings in my heart
And it seems like I’ve had them right from the start

You’re something else; though I know you don’t see it
You’re selfless and kind, your hand in mine just seems to fit
I may be foolish and difficult to figure out
Sometimes it can make you want to scream and shout

But I want nothing but the best for us, of that I’m clear
I never want to look into your eyes and see an ounce of fear
I want to be there for you, really make this work
I’ll work for your love, my duties I won’t shirk

So in these times of uncertainty and confusion
I hope together we can find that perfect solution
But I love you, my dear, and I know that I can
I won’t let you down again, my sweet Maryann

[A Slice Of English]

Well my poem didn't work. She ditched me yesterday by text message. Nice.

[duke knooby]

not good

[A Slice Of English]

Indeed not. Luckily I have a date for tonight.

And I've learned not to write poetry for women until you're basically living with them.

[A Slice Of English]

"The God Complex"

Rising from the ashes of tomorrows dreams
I stand there unbroken and unbowed
Killing time ain’t as easy as it seems
For the righteous and the proud

Dedication ain’t my inspiration
I don’t care what you all do
I ain’t gonna run from your fascination
Your love for me must be true

Come out of your holes like a pack of rats
I will hunt you down one by one
Look into my eyes as you squirm on your backs
And know your time is almost done

You try to walk in my shoes but honey you just ain’t me
Don’t try and figure me out
You gotta go blind before you can truly see
You gotta be mute, babe, before you can shout

So as I rise to the heavens and beyond
Don’t spare a thought for anyone but yourself
You’re just an oversized fish in an oversized pond
You know it can’t be good for your health

The riddle of your life is the tangle of your dreams
No one can solve it but the broken man within
The play is unwritten yet you star in all the scenes
Your pretension is as obvious as the sum of all your sins

You look at me and your eyes show me derision
I look right back seeing no heart, but a hole
It’s too late for you; I see you’ve made your decision
It’s the end of your time, my friend; you have lost your soul

[nikox1]

"The God Complex"

Rising from the ashes of tomorrows dreams
I stand there unbroken and unbowed
Killing time ain’t as easy as it seems
For the righteous and the proud

Dedication ain’t my inspiration
I don’t care what you all do
I ain’t gonna run from your fascination
Your love for me must be true

Come out of your holes like a pack of rats
I will hunt you down one by one
Look into my eyes as you squirm on your backs
And know your time is almost done

You try to walk in my shoes but honey you just ain’t me
Don’t try and figure me out
You gotta go blind before you can truly see
You gotta be mute, babe, before you can shout

So as I rise to the heavens and beyond
Don’t spare a thought for anyone but yourself
You’re just an oversized fish in an oversized pond
You know it can’t be good for your health

The riddle of your life is the tangle of your dreams
No one can solve it but the broken man within
The play is unwritten yet you star in all the scenes
Your pretension is as obvious as the sum of all your sins

You look at me and your eyes show me derision
I look right back seeing no heart, but a hole
It’s too late for you; I see you’ve made your decision
It’s the end of your time, my friend; you have lost your soul

no wonder she dumped you?;) jokes aside, not bad

[A Slice Of English]

not bad

Hell of a compliment right there...

[Mr. Happy]

ETERNITY
Kingdoms can rise, and castles can fall
The stars can end, and time can go by
Nothing will matter, 'cause while I have you
Eternity will go by in the blink of an eye

A very, very short one I wrote a while ago that I've always liked :D

[A Slice Of English]

I wish you would open your eyes and tell me what you find
It ain't no secret that all along you've been quite blind
Seeing what you want to see, for me it's been a mission
To turn your head, to make you smile and uncloud your vision

What you've always wanted has been waiting for you right here
In the twilight and the gloom like the apparitions that you fear
Don't shy away from it, what could be the wildest ride
You must fight your instinct to keep from running and trying to hide

Deep inside, you know that it's always been you and me
Playing out like the bittersweet sound of a wicked symphony
Taking these unfettered steps in a dance down in the dark
You cling to me so tight and with your teeth you leave your mark

Yet all of this is in my mind, it's too hard to make you see
That in the dead of night your soul yearns to come to me
So I leave you now to sleep and dream your twisted life away
And I will live in the shadows of your heart, love, come what may

[mszee]

I am sat here - wasting my time...
Trying to think of a clever rhyme...
What am I doing - I ain't a poet...
Better I go and clean up my toilet...

[allrevvedup]

I put this up on facebook a while ago...It was supposed to be the spoken intro to a song called Always Been you, but it never materialised

When the mystery girl, I slept without,
the only one i've thought about
is standing right there in front of me,
shows me the light and then shows me her dreams
You have to want the things you can never have
and if you really get them would it be so bad?
if everything could fall into place
and we met in another time and better space
would we risk it all?
would it still be there?
Would you want to love
or would we just not care...

(c) 2009

[A Slice Of English]

Wrote this in about five minutes earlier this evening but I quite like it. More of a song than a poem.

"Dead And Gone"

My hands slipped away from ‘round your neck and I realised what I’d done
It all went wrong so quick, it did, I thought we were havin’ fun
And I looked into your eyes and they stared straight back at me
Took me a while to realise but I’d finally set you free


You made me do it with every single swear word you ever threw
You picked me up and you put me down like every man you ever knew
So I don’t blame myself when I look back now and recall your cold blue skin
You should never have taken all my stuff and thrown it in the bin


But you were killin’ me inside
From myself I’d tried to hide
Yeah you were killin’ me inside
But it was one hell of a ride


You were the one thing that I wish right now I’d never found
The sweetest moment was the day they put you in the ground
But in a way I’m gonna miss you, you always were about
And I’ll miss the way I pissed you off n’ you felt the need to shout


But you were killin’ me inside
From myself I’d tried to hide
Yeah you were killin’ me inside
But it was one hell of a ride


So I look back now and smile to myself ‘cos I know I’ve no regrets
Ain’t gonna gamble no more with my life, ain’t gonna make no more bets
So rest my sweet, enjoy the peace as you slumber six feet under
And look back at how you treated me and to yourself you may just wonder


Why you were killin’ me inside
Why from myself I tried to hide
Yeah why you were killin’ me inside
And why you were finally denied

(c) 2010

[A Slice Of English]

Lookin' Back At The Future

We were always drivin’ down that same old dusty street
It was the middle of the summer but we weren’t sweatin’ from the heat
The look in your eyes and the taste of your lips
Your hair upon my shoulder and my hand upon your hip

Those were the days my dear, when everything felt so good
Always makin’ love in the back seat, or maybe on the hood
Where have all those days gone, what happened to it all?
Guess they’re lost in the sands of time now we’re no longer standing tall

We just got older and I got fatter, our dreams all but forgotten
The taste of life we loved so much ain’t fresh no more, it’s rotten
I don’t catch your eye no more and your hair no longer shines
I still say I love you, but you no longer say you’re mine

So hop on in the front seat babe, let’s turn our life around
Turn the radio up, wind the windows down and get lost in the sound
Let’s drive all night to God knows where and race people off the lights
Let’s find a nice secluded spot and put a ladder in your tights

Love gets old, I know that’s true but maybe it’s like wine
Maybe it’ll get better with age instead of screwing with our minds
So put those slippers away my dear and slip into something revealing
And I’ll do my best to remind you that sex was once appealing

[allrevvedup]

apart from the use of fatter, i think it sounds good.

[A Slice Of English]

The Dance Of The Crow And The Frog

The crow crowed to see such fun
A glint in his eye that may have been the sun
He laughed in derision at the frog at his feet
“You’re nought but bones and thin stringy meat!”


The frog looked up to regard the crow with large bulbous eyes
“That’s as maybe but I can swim as well as you can fly”
The crow cackled madly thinking this frog such a fool
The frog blinked once and said “I challenge you to a duel”


The crow cocked his head and narrowed his beady eyes
“You can’t hope to swim as fast as this crow can fly!”
The frog stood his ground and gave the crow a crafty glance
“I don’t mean to have a race; I mean to beat you at dance!”


The crow rolled around all laughter and guffaws
As the frog cleared the ground for a makeshift dancefloor
“What a silly little contest I shall beat you so simply!”
The frog just said nothing, looking at his feet so green and pimply


“A-one, and a-two...” and off danced the frog
Skipping majestically through leaves and over a log
The crow watched astonished at the pivots and turns
As the graceful little frog pirouetted amongst the ferns


“I can do that,” said the crow, “Now you just watch”
As he fluffed out his feathers and skipped like hopscotch
The frog came to a standstill and looked at the crow
“You’re not really so good, I thought you should know”


The crow got angry and danced all the faster
Leaving the ground as he got all in a lather
“See how high I can jump, I’m better than you!”
As his wings bore him aloft with a flutter or two


Frog shook his head “No that’s not it at all!”
“You’ve got to go higher, over that garden wall!”
And crow jumped with a flap clearing the stones
Tucking his wings in he fell suddenly with a breaking of bones


“You tricked me!” he moaned, as he lay in a heap
“The wall was too high and the fall was too steep!”
Frog hopped down beside him, the distance no bother
“Well you should think twice before you’re rude to another”


And so at last we come to the moral of our tale
Be kind to one another and you can’t ever fail
Celebrate your differences and encourage others to try
Because it doesn’t really matter if you swim or if you fly

(c) Copyright James Batty 2011

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