Our little Poets... - Page 4

Bren · 16 Jun 2003, 10:57

Wild Honey, of course we don't mind you posting stuff here,that's what it's for.
Beautiful poem by the way.

I've always had a love of poetry, so the more poets that post here the better as far as i'm concerned, otherwise this topic keeps dropping into obscurity.
Hope you visit regularly.

Rob The Badger · 16 Jun 2003, 13:45

Here's another political poem and some other odd ramblings:

America The Beautiful

Burn the building
Under the sweet moonlight
Shovel the bodies
Hear the moon cry down

America the beautiful
Declares, freedom, for all
Mountains of bones
In the minds of the children
Night turns to day
Independence
Seems to vanish, in the haze
Take your hands! Off of my land
Reap the rewards of your father
America the beautiful
Take your hands! Off my land
Independence, vanishing in the haze
On this land, of my fathers
Nowhere to run.

There's one, it's very vague and the point isn't conveyed that well.
Here's some more random stuff.

To The Stars

To the stars
On high above
Up in the navy sky

Upon the silver rain
We’ll fly
Way up into the sky

Hey, it's a political lyric!

This is a lyric I wrote for my own band, we're still working on the music.

“We hold these truths to be self –evident—
that all men are created equal;
that they are endowed by their Creator
with certain inalienable rights;
that among these are life, liberty,
and the pursuit of happiness”

You can say what you will
That they are all are made from the same mould
You can take your suicide pills
Just to stop the degradation you feel

You need to wake up and taste what’s real
It’s more than just what you can feel
The people at the top aren’t like you
No matter what they say it isn’t true

Some are more equal than others
Some are more equal than others
Under the Argus-eyed Big Brother
Some are more equal than others
Some are more equal than others
Under the haunting eyes of Big Brother
Oh, la. . .

The government makes me ill
It sickens me that they could be so cold
Sometimes I’d feel more fulfilled
Writing poems with the daisy print wheel

You need to feel the blood on your head
Where a child was bludgeoned in his bed
They’re violent just like you
And they see in black and white too

Some are more equal than others
Some are more equal than others
Under the Argus-eyed Big Brother
Some are more equal than others
Some are more equal than others
Under the haunting eyes of Big Brother
Oh, la la la
La la la

Wow. Inspiring stuff I think.

We lie here still in golden fields,
The sun does gently heat,
And light the mighty sword he wields,
As we lie amongst the wheat,

We shall stay here still forever more,
Till the mighty sun does die,
And all the time that drifts away,
Won't ever make us cry,

We lie here in the moonlit fields,
The stars do shine above,
And now the silver moon will say,
How wonderful is love.

MORE! MORE POETRY!

Probably my most depressing piece. Though it still lacks structure and meaning.

Wisdom Is Madness

Sentenced to premature wisdom
I must lie awake all night. Pondering
the trivialities of life and self
And the irony of the pain they bring
I ask not for pity, or for charity
I ask that you leave me here on the floor
Surrounded by paper balls
Forgotten from before
Take me back to my joyous years
When my ignorance was not a crime
When I’d laugh and cry
And recover in good time
Though, once you know
you can never go back
You’re stuck with all this insight
Yet there’s something it lacks
That you can’t quite cuss,
There’s a meaning somewhere
Written inside of your head
But it’s hidden under all that hair
You have it on the tip of your tongue
It’s so close that you can taste it
The bitter taste of truth
When tragedy strikes
You’re knocked down again
You’re head is bleeding now
And your brain quietly weeps
The truth has been flung from your lips
It now must be repeated
All the pondering and the pain
Brought down from the pedestal
From where you once were seated
It is now that you realise what a fool you really are
That all this wisdom crap is just you being conceited
And now the real pain begins
At least before you had some idea,
However wrong
Of who, what and where you are
There is but one explanation
That you have to confess:
That all is Hell
And you suffer from madness

[/u]

Rob The Badger · 18 Jun 2003, 21:24

Everytime I post here this thread goes silent.

Bren · 19 Jun 2003, 17:01

not true,just didn't have time on my last visit to read and appreciate all that you had written.
keep posting them...i enjoy reading them.

Rob The Badger · 19 Jun 2003, 22:29

A haiku about my 100 posts.

One hundred posts! Yay!
Hundred Posts! Callooh! Callay!
Postwhore! Here I come!

Bren · 19 Jun 2003, 22:32

nice one Eyeore !

Rob The Badger · 19 Jun 2003, 22:37

Thanks!

CarolM · 25 Jun 2003, 14:18

hi eyeore,congratulations.a little ditty for you.
100 posts, your bound to do more.
one hundred
already ,is a great score,
welcome to being our next great postwhore.

Rob The Badger · 26 Jun 2003, 13:14

In the words of Fonzy the great, "Eeey!".

dottie · 26 Jun 2003, 21:43

Eyeore Congratulations = from little acorns ........

Rob The Badger · 26 Jun 2003, 23:41

*Eyeore grins at all the attention*

Wild_Honey · 29 Jun 2003, 06:12

Hey Eyeore! A little belated, but Congrats from me as well!

100 posts is a lot, whoa! And poor little me is still trying to get the 50 complete.

However folks, here's a poem erm... It's a thoughtful one.

LETTER TO GOD

Please excuse me, God
but why are children dying?
What have they done?

See they can't have committed any crime;
they are innocent!

God, why are people hungry and ill?
Why do You punish the ones that didn't sin?

Dear God, they pray faithfully.
They love You.

Why don't You take care of them
and blame the guilty ones instead?

Don't You think it would be fairer?

You can see who is good
and who starts the wars.

If so, what about some justice?

I know You love everyone the same.
But please God, think it through again,
will You?

Rob The Badger · 29 Jun 2003, 14:10

Quaint. I like it.

White of High · 29 Jun 2003, 22:47

Wild Honey!
Good lines. Good question.

Wild_Honey · 01 Jul 2003, 15:56

Thank you!

Um, this one I have written for someone very very special. It goes out to my love - who has saved me in every possible way...

# 21022003 DREAM

Whispers, comforting in my ears.
Calming, taking away my fears.
Always loving, always warm.
Guiding me safely through any storm.
Your words
Oh, how I love the way you talk.

Glimmering, like stars they shine.
Makes me feel that this love is devine.
One look of you and my heart starts to race.
You make me so happy when I look at your face.
Your eyes
Oh, how I love the way you look at me.

Your hands are tender, you're protecing me.
I shiver down my spine when you're stroking me.
Every move you make, the way that you caress,
It gives me the feeling that I am the best.
Your touch
Oh, how I love the way you touch me.

You are so unique, you are so dear to me.
You are so special and always here for me.
Sometimes I still wonder how I deserve it.
Sometimes I still ask myself am I worth it?
Your love
Oh, how I love you...

Bren · 02 Jul 2003, 00:18

Rainfall

Rain falls
like an inner sadness,
blurring the vision
like tears held back.
A weight of sadness
leans upon me now
and i wish i could make things right.
Rain falls
Tears cry down the window.
White petals torn
storm-tossed, dance
a summer blizzard across my lawn
in wild turmoil.
Reflecting how i feel.
Rain falls
softly on my memories.
Past and present
blur through rain.
The tear-streaked windows
silently cry my pain,
and i wish i could turn back Time.

Wild_Honey · 02 Jul 2003, 15:05

This one made me cry, Bren. WONDERFUL!!!

Bren · 02 Jul 2003, 18:01

Thankyou ,Wild Honey.

Rob The Badger · 03 Jul 2003, 12:30

The last night of the fair,
The stony steel is broken silence,
And warm blood gushes
from the head of the broken doll

The boy was stabbed,
His mousey hair torn to shreds
His body flipped,
His flesh was ripped,
And the whirling waltzer came to a halt.
~
Sorry if this offended anyone. It's kind of an angry poem inspired by The Smiths' classic "Rusholme Ruffians".

Wild_Honey · 03 Jul 2003, 13:11

Whoa! I like it, Eyeore!

Rob The Badger · 03 Jul 2003, 13:14

Thanks. Not everyone appreciates my style of poetry. . .

Wild_Honey · 03 Jul 2003, 13:36

Eyeore, this shows that you are unique!

I like it, it comes from the heart. And isn't it very relieving to be able to express feelings by writing? :) Keep up your work Eyeore, you shouldn't care too much about whether others like what you write!
I think this is the case with every other poet. You can't expect everyone to like it.

Love Like A Rose

Love is gentle.
Love is touch and feeling.
Love is like a silky flower,
standing in full bloom
when you fall for your one and only.

Love is pride
like a rose so red and beautiful
in all her precious grace.

But do not forget that
a rose has thorns.
Thorns that can make
your heart bleed and break.

The beauty of a rose
may fade.

Only the rose of a true deep love
will last forever.
And even if her blossoms die,
the sweet smell will stay.

Eternally.

Rob The Badger · 03 Jul 2003, 13:59

Love

'Tis the fire that heats the pyre of passion,
'Tis the elequent poem the soothes the mind,
'Tis the music the sings as the angel,
'Tis the mighty sky that never fails to comfort
When all around is gone.

Love is that fire that warms your heart
Love is that fire that burns your house to ashes
Fortuitous that your house is burnéd:
Now you see the moon.
~

Bren · 03 Jul 2003, 17:05

Quote:

Originally Posted by Eyeore

Thanks. Not everyone appreciates my style of poetry. . .

Eyeore, many people don't appreciate my style of poetry either, doesn't stop me writing them, i always have always will.I like and enjoy reading what you writebecause it's very different.
Poetry is a very personal thing ,especially if you write from the heart with feeling,as Wild Honey said.
Keep writing them Eyeore.

Iparticularly liked the poem in your previous post.

Wild Honey,
Love like a rose,..nice poem

Rob The Badger · 03 Jul 2003, 17:15

Thanx for all the support guys. All the poems in this thread have been great and I too enjoy reading them. Keep it up peeps. Keep the thread alive!

16 Jun 2003, 10:57	#76
Bren The Bat Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Roosting on a Silver-Black Phantom Bike. Posts: 10,017	Wild Honey, of course we don't mind you posting stuff here,that's what it's for. Beautiful poem by the way. I've always had a love of poetry, so the more poets that post here the better as far as i'm concerned, otherwise this topic keeps dropping into obscurity. Hope you visit regularly.

16 Jun 2003, 13:45	#77
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Here's another political poem and some other odd ramblings: America The Beautiful Burn the building Under the sweet moonlight Shovel the bodies Hear the moon cry down America the beautiful Declares, freedom, for all Mountains of bones In the minds of the children Night turns to day Independence Seems to vanish, in the haze Take your hands! Off of my land Reap the rewards of your father America the beautiful Take your hands! Off my land Independence, vanishing in the haze On this land, of my fathers Nowhere to run. There's one, it's very vague and the point isn't conveyed that well. Here's some more random stuff. To The Stars To the stars On high above Up in the navy sky Upon the silver rain We’ll fly Way up into the sky Hey, it's a political lyric! This is a lyric I wrote for my own band, we're still working on the music. “We hold these truths to be self –evident— that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness” You can say what you will That they are all are made from the same mould You can take your suicide pills Just to stop the degradation you feel You need to wake up and taste what’s real It’s more than just what you can feel The people at the top aren’t like you No matter what they say it isn’t true Some are more equal than others Some are more equal than others Under the Argus-eyed Big Brother Some are more equal than others Some are more equal than others Under the haunting eyes of Big Brother Oh, la. . . The government makes me ill It sickens me that they could be so cold Sometimes I’d feel more fulfilled Writing poems with the daisy print wheel You need to feel the blood on your head Where a child was bludgeoned in his bed They’re violent just like you And they see in black and white too Some are more equal than others Some are more equal than others Under the Argus-eyed Big Brother Some are more equal than others Some are more equal than others Under the haunting eyes of Big Brother Oh, la la la La la la Wow. Inspiring stuff I think. We lie here still in golden fields, The sun does gently heat, And light the mighty sword he wields, As we lie amongst the wheat, We shall stay here still forever more, Till the mighty sun does die, And all the time that drifts away, Won't ever make us cry, We lie here in the moonlit fields, The stars do shine above, And now the silver moon will say, How wonderful is love. MORE! MORE POETRY! Probably my most depressing piece. Though it still lacks structure and meaning. Wisdom Is Madness Sentenced to premature wisdom I must lie awake all night. Pondering the trivialities of life and self And the irony of the pain they bring I ask not for pity, or for charity I ask that you leave me here on the floor Surrounded by paper balls Forgotten from before Take me back to my joyous years When my ignorance was not a crime When I’d laugh and cry And recover in good time Though, once you know you can never go back You’re stuck with all this insight Yet there’s something it lacks That you can’t quite cuss, There’s a meaning somewhere Written inside of your head But it’s hidden under all that hair You have it on the tip of your tongue It’s so close that you can taste it The bitter taste of truth When tragedy strikes You’re knocked down again You’re head is bleeding now And your brain quietly weeps The truth has been flung from your lips It now must be repeated All the pondering and the pain Brought down from the pedestal From where you once were seated It is now that you realise what a fool you really are That all this wisdom crap is just you being conceited And now the real pain begins At least before you had some idea, However wrong Of who, what and where you are There is but one explanation That you have to confess: That all is Hell And you suffer from madness [/u]

18 Jun 2003, 21:24	#78
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Everytime I post here this thread goes silent.

19 Jun 2003, 17:01	#79
Bren The Bat Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Roosting on a Silver-Black Phantom Bike. Posts: 10,017	not true,just didn't have time on my last visit to read and appreciate all that you had written. keep posting them...i enjoy reading them.

19 Jun 2003, 22:29	#80
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	A haiku about my 100 posts. One hundred posts! Yay! Hundred Posts! Callooh! Callay! Postwhore! Here I come!

19 Jun 2003, 22:32	#81
Bren The Bat Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Roosting on a Silver-Black Phantom Bike. Posts: 10,017	nice one Eyeore !

19 Jun 2003, 22:37	#82
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Thanks!

25 Jun 2003, 14:18	#83
CarolM Mega Loafer Join Date: 15.06.2003 Location: Near The End Of The Line Posts: 1,498	hi eyeore,congratulations.a little ditty for you. 100 posts, your bound to do more. one hundred already ,is a great score, welcome to being our next great postwhore.

26 Jun 2003, 13:14	#84
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	In the words of Fonzy the great, "Eeey!".

26 Jun 2003, 21:43	#85
dottie queen post- whore extraordinaire Join Date: 29.01.2003 Location: Still Rockin' at "72" Posts: 13,181	Eyeore Congratulations = from little acorns ........

26 Jun 2003, 23:41	#86
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Eyeore grins at all the attention

29 Jun 2003, 06:12	#87
Wild_Honey Super Loafer Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Windeck, Germany Posts: 606	Hey Eyeore! A little belated, but Congrats from me as well! 100 posts is a lot, whoa! And poor little me is still trying to get the 50 complete. However folks, here's a poem erm... It's a thoughtful one. LETTER TO GOD Please excuse me, God but why are children dying? What have they done? See they can't have committed any crime; they are innocent! God, why are people hungry and ill? Why do You punish the ones that didn't sin? Dear God, they pray faithfully. They love You. Why don't You take care of them and blame the guilty ones instead? Don't You think it would be fairer? You can see who is good and who starts the wars. If so, what about some justice? I know You love everyone the same. But please God, think it through again, will You?

29 Jun 2003, 14:10	#88
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Quaint. I like it.

29 Jun 2003, 22:47	#89
White of High Nature's Siegfried Join Date: 27.05.2002 Location: Budapest, Hungary Posts: 2,930	Wild Honey! Good lines. Good question.

01 Jul 2003, 15:56	#90
Wild_Honey Super Loafer Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Windeck, Germany Posts: 606	Thank you! Um, this one I have written for someone very very special. It goes out to my love - who has saved me in every possible way... # 21022003 DREAM Whispers, comforting in my ears. Calming, taking away my fears. Always loving, always warm. Guiding me safely through any storm. Your words Oh, how I love the way you talk. Glimmering, like stars they shine. Makes me feel that this love is devine. One look of you and my heart starts to race. You make me so happy when I look at your face. Your eyes Oh, how I love the way you look at me. Your hands are tender, you're protecing me. I shiver down my spine when you're stroking me. Every move you make, the way that you caress, It gives me the feeling that I am the best. Your touch Oh, how I love the way you touch me. You are so unique, you are so dear to me. You are so special and always here for me. Sometimes I still wonder how I deserve it. Sometimes I still ask myself am I worth it? Your love Oh, how I love you...

02 Jul 2003, 00:18	#91
Bren The Bat Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Roosting on a Silver-Black Phantom Bike. Posts: 10,017	Rainfall Rain falls like an inner sadness, blurring the vision like tears held back. A weight of sadness leans upon me now and i wish i could make things right. Rain falls Tears cry down the window. White petals torn storm-tossed, dance a summer blizzard across my lawn in wild turmoil. Reflecting how i feel. Rain falls softly on my memories. Past and present blur through rain. The tear-streaked windows silently cry my pain, and i wish i could turn back Time.

02 Jul 2003, 15:05	#92
Wild_Honey Super Loafer Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Windeck, Germany Posts: 606	This one made me cry, Bren. WONDERFUL!!!

02 Jul 2003, 18:01	#93
Bren The Bat Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Roosting on a Silver-Black Phantom Bike. Posts: 10,017	Thankyou ,Wild Honey.

03 Jul 2003, 12:30	#94
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	The last night of the fair, The stony steel is broken silence, And warm blood gushes from the head of the broken doll The boy was stabbed, His mousey hair torn to shreds His body flipped, His flesh was ripped, And the whirling waltzer came to a halt. ~ Sorry if this offended anyone. It's kind of an angry poem inspired by The Smiths' classic "Rusholme Ruffians".

03 Jul 2003, 13:11	#95
Wild_Honey Super Loafer Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Windeck, Germany Posts: 606	Whoa! I like it, Eyeore!

03 Jul 2003, 13:14	#96
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Thanks. Not everyone appreciates my style of poetry. . .

03 Jul 2003, 13:36	#97
Wild_Honey Super Loafer Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Windeck, Germany Posts: 606	Eyeore, this shows that you are unique! I like it, it comes from the heart. And isn't it very relieving to be able to express feelings by writing? :) Keep up your work Eyeore, you shouldn't care too much about whether others like what you write! I think this is the case with every other poet. You can't expect everyone to like it. Love Like A Rose Love is gentle. Love is touch and feeling. Love is like a silky flower, standing in full bloom when you fall for your one and only. Love is pride like a rose so red and beautiful in all her precious grace. But do not forget that a rose has thorns. Thorns that can make your heart bleed and break. The beauty of a rose may fade. Only the rose of a true deep love will last forever. And even if her blossoms die, the sweet smell will stay. Eternally.

03 Jul 2003, 13:59	#98
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Love 'Tis the fire that heats the pyre of passion, 'Tis the elequent poem the soothes the mind, 'Tis the music the sings as the angel, 'Tis the mighty sky that never fails to comfort When all around is gone. Love is that fire that warms your heart Love is that fire that burns your house to ashes Fortuitous that your house is burnéd: Now you see the moon. ~

03 Jul 2003, 17:15	#100
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Thanx for all the support guys. All the poems in this thread have been great and I too enjoy reading them. Keep it up peeps. Keep the thread alive!