Our little Poets...

[Wild_Honey]

Eyeore, keep up your work. It's overwhelming.

[Rob The Badger]

Thanks a lot WH. Everyone's so nice. . .
Here's an oddball composition. It's a little bit of literary wit. . .not very witty mind. Just a fun little verse. Enjoy.

The Mary Celeste and I

Come aboard the Mary Celeste
And we’ll go. A’ sailing west
on high winds. The Ocean drains you
of all your thoughts.
The calm blue waters so endlessly vast
Carve as a cleaver, the traditions of the past.

“We’re out on the waves now, me’ lad.”
Said the crusty voice of Old Man John
“So/ew we are” said I, in a thread-bear voice.
“There’s no looking back” Said Old Man John
“Aye, ‘tis true” said I, In a seeing way.

[Bren]

Originally Posted by dottie

Eyeore this brought tears to my eyes

I agree Dottie, very beautiful, heart felt poem "day after day"..i found it very moving, because it's something i can relate to.

The cold side of the pillow
Provides little comfort
For the thoughts of another day,
Another body-wrecking, soul-corroding day,

I'm feeling so desperately lonely tonight
And there's no one to be seen
There's no one I can dream of


I'll simply stare
And
no
one
really
cares

i understand that feeling all to well.....

The west stabs the sun
It bleeds over the hillsides
Staining them deeply crimson
And the sun dies slowly
nobly
slowly
Same as it ever was

love this description...and

The orange hum of a sun bleached hillside
Glows and beams like an angels wing

The Gods light stars to warm their hands
And blankets of blackness cover the land

amazing and beautiful images/descriptions Eyeore, just love it, you have a real way with words, a real skill at writing i think this poem is one of the most powerful you have written, there's just something about it Eyeore.

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Gosh. . .I really didn't expect this. . .er, thanks again. Again. Lot's.

[Em]

Eyeore I have just read 'day after day '. Have read it through several times. Think its one of the best poems you've posted here.

[Rob The Badger]

Em, thanks. Thanks to everyone. . .again.

Don't really think I can top that one yet. . .

[mariella]

Thank you so much, Eyeore...I think 'Day after Day' is a very beautiful poem.

xxx

Mariella

[Bren]

One from me today....this seemed appropriate...


The summers long since over
they've gathered in the golden grain
And Autumn leaves now dance
through the gently falling rain.
The bitter chill of morning wakes
memories that asleep have lain
and stirs a restless longing
to see you once again.

How quickly time has passed .
How long ago it seems.
How great the distance travelled
down a road of broken dreams.
For Time has turned the seasons
and warm colours paint my days
but there's an empty space inside
that NO Time can erase.

If one wish could be granted
though there's little i would change,
I'd wish away the emptiness
and be with you my friend.
Then the thoughts that woke this morning
could go to sleep again....
and like the Autumn leaves
i would dance in the rain.

Bren

[dottie]

Bren I feel privileged to read your poems - such depth of emotion

[Rob The Badger]

I agree Dottie. Love the way starts off as an ode to the end of summer, and descends(sp?) into a bitter ode to lonliness. My take anyway. Love the imagery, dancing leaves etc. Very nice. Like this one a lot Bren.

[Bren]

Thanks Dottie

Thanks Eyeore

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Where have the days gone?
When you quiver right down to your knees
The days of golden splendour
And pounding hearts under willow trees

Where have the days gone?
I know
They've been scrambled and whipped
They're memories
Well I'm here and I'm now. . .
I could do it all again
But where's the fun in that?
Life goes on. . .
I'll run until my feet are bleeding
I'll run until my lungs explode
I'll run until I collapse and die
I'll run but I don't know why. . .
No reason
But I'll run all the same. . .

There's nothing I know
That will ever grow old
There's nothing I am
That knows what it is
The honey tastes bitter and sour
And the rain is falls heavier by the hour.

Where are the days of wreckless innoscence?
Where are the days when I slept at night?
Where are the days when they said what they meant?
Where are the days when the sun was bright?
I know
They've been scrambled and whipped
They're memories
Well I'm here and I'm now. . .
I could do it all again
But where's the fun in that?
And every minute
Of every hour
Every day
Of every week
I'm one step closer to death
And one step further from innoscence
The light ain't so bright anymore.
Hear the bells. . .

[RSG]

Fellow Poets, and Friends, RSG (Anthony), here again with another poem.

Like my last one, I was hoping if I could get some more constructive criticim. Any comments please share, it helps me out, whether comments good or bad, thanks. :)


Easier Done Than Said

I can't say it, it is really hard.
I want to tell you no more, but I can't.
I have to say goodbye now,
Us together don't feel right no more.
There is something about us,
that just don't fit like it used too.
Sure its easy to feel this way and say
nothing at all. But when it comes to
telling you face to face, I get scared
and fear of how to say it.
How will you take it, How will I?
I got to get this over with soon,
because if I don't it will be too hard to
say later on. How do people call it off,
just like that. I could never call it off,
just like that.I think to myself, how to
work it out, and it sounds good, but when
I begin to tell you, I just shrug away, damn,
why is this so hard. You stare at me with
concern. I look up at you, may we
both never know why I made this choice,
it feels right and yet, so wrong. I'm sorry.

[Bren]

Good RSG, this is more honest and genuine.

Nice that you are, continuing to write and post here

Bren

[Bren]

Another good one Eyeore
i really like the poems you're writing at the moment, so full of emotion,
very strong , powerful .....i like them a lot


Bren

[heat]

here's another offering from me...


Expectations

Knowing but never met,
Speaking but never face to face.
What will it be like?
I know what i think...what about him?
Will he be dissapointed?
What if i'm not up to scratch?
Feelings running rampant,
Scared, shy, feeling slightly stupid.
Embarrassed but excited...
Waiting....

[Bren]

Good one Heat

Bren

[Bren]

today's thoughts from me..

Too Many Changes

Too many changes,
having to adapt,
adjust to the strangeness
wanting a path back.
Here and now
unsure and
alone
thrown by the changes
forward on to a path
you weren't planning on walking.
And Life has a laugh
at your expense.
Watches you struggle
sees your feeble attempts
to cope
with the tide of events
that inexorably sweeps
all that is good
from under your feet.
The world has turned colder
dismantling hope
leaving you
lost
completely alone,
wanting a safe harbour
a refuge
a home.
Clinging to your memories
to anchor you fast.
The future's uncertain,
you long for that brief time
in the past
when you were happy
for a short while.
And the memories dance
in your heart
and it smiles.
So wrap up tomorrow
and pack it away
let me stay safe
in my yesterday....
But ...
you know in your head
that come what may
tomorrow will dawn,
no matter what you do or say
And you have to steel yourself
to walk that path
And it's tough
And it's hard
because
you have to do it
Alone.

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Originally Posted by Bren The Bat

So wrap up tomorrow
and pack it away
let me stay safe
in my yesterday....
But ...
you know in your head
that come what may
tomorrow will dawn,
no matter what you do or say
And you have to steel yourself
to walk that path
And it's tough
And it's hard
because
you have to do it
Alone.

*Applauds*
Brilliant Bren.
Love that one.
And so here's my latest. . .it's er, not very good, I did it during a very boring Psychology lesson. . .

Repeat

Oh Mother, my hands are shaking
My heart, it's breaking.
Well, you've heard it all before. . .
Oh Mother, my hands are shaking

I'd tell you again
But all the pain and all the strain
Is just last year's news.
It's merely a failure to move on;
But to grow old,
Well that'd show a supreme lack of resolve.

Empty streets for an empty mind
"One more time, step back, rewind"

People can walk the path of life
Get mad and scream and stab and cuss
People trundle the walk of life
Me, well I'd rather catch the bus. . .

I'd write a thousand beautiful songs
But you've heard it all before
So instead I'll try to write the many wrongs
And close a million open doors.

Oh Mother, my hands are shaking
My ears are bleeding
My body's breaking
Oh mother my hands are shaking. . .
And my wretchéd soul is aching (again). . .

[Bren]

Originally Posted by eyeore

*Applauds*
Brilliant Bren.
Love that one.
And so here's my latest. . .it's er, not very good, I did it during a very boring Psychology lesson. . .

Thanks Eyeore , i wrote "too many changes" this morning while having a tea break.
i love the verse from your latest poem

People can walk the path of life
Get mad and scream and stab and cuss
People trundle the walk of life
Me, well I'd rather catch the bus. . .

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Thanks Bren.

Monday Night in The City

I don't want to walk home alone
Through the alleys and shadowed avenues,
I want you by my side
I don't want to have to hide anymore.

I may be as hard as a rusty nail
I may be sad and I may be blue
But it's the ones who've cracked
that the light shines through.

Darling, you've the brightest soul
You're one, a beautiful, perfect whole
Darling, I'm a sunken wreck
With a tremulant heart and scrawny neck

So walk me through the sordid world
And all that my tremulant heart requires
Is that you never say a single word
Don't speak at all, you little thing
I beg of you, denounce the Ring
Denounce the Ring and then you'll see
The wonders all too plain to me

I say 'walk me home',
But I don't want to go home,
I want to walk, that's all
Sure. . .
I want to dance, that's all

[Bren]

Hi Eyeore

I may be as hard as a rusty nail
I may be sad and I may be blue
But it's the ones who've cracked
that the light shines through.

Love it

Bren

[Bren]

Something a little different from me....

Moon On A Stick

You don't see who i am.
You belittle all i do.
You criticize until i'm sick of it.
What is it that you want from me?
Should i give you the moon on a stick?

Other people's opinion's don't come in to it,
You always have to be right,
and i bet that you'd still find fault with it
Even if i could give you the moon on a stick.

Do you want the moon on a stick?

First you want this and then you don't
Then you might and then you won't.
You don't know what you really want,
But i know it isn't me.

I can't make the pieces of this puzzle fit
I just can't make any sense of it.
You run rings around me 'till i'm sick of it
Would it make any difference
If i gave you the moon on a stick?

Do you want the moon on a stick?

You do not value what you have
Don't appreciate what it is you've got.
You're jealous of what others have
And envy those who have what you have not.
I've given you all i have to give
And it saddens me that it's come to this.

Have you thought,of just what you're throwing away?
What it will come to if you go on like this?
You, by yourself,
In the emptiness
Alone
with the moon on a stick.

[Em]

Moon on a stick - like this one Bren, can really relate to this

You don't see who i am.
You belittle all i do.
You criticize until i'm sick of it.
What is it that you want from me?
Should i give you the moon on a stick?

This bit reminds me how I felt in the months (or was it years?) leading up to my divorce.

BTW I'm much happier now... but seem unable to write any poetry myself at the moment Love reading this thread though.

[Rob The Badger]

That's a really cool poem Bren. Love the whole moon on a stick thing. Really great. . .

Well, as Bren moves onward, here's a return to form for me i.e. it's an older style of mine. . .

The worried cries contort the mind
"I love him and I don't know why!"
A friendly face won't tell the truth
"Don't worry" he says through glassy eyes

I turn away in feigned interest
As sun is falling slowly west
The gently fading evening sky
Greys the faces of passers by
The greyer they get the older they seem
And life is just a fleeting dream

A freezing hand settles in yours
I hope you don't mind. . .
When we hold eachother in humoured arms
It's nothing to do with the others charms
I hold you because you said I could
But a kiss? You'd say "I never would".

Two star-crossed lovers walking home
It's a natural thing to do;
But the people gaze in horrid awe
At how close I stand to you

"I know the reasons I love him so,
He knows this is my special way,
And when all the other horrors go,
He'll be there anyway"

A shooting star, I do believe, is tugging at my sleeve. . .