Our little Poets... - Page 16

Rob The Badger · 02 Nov 2003, 17:05

I've got badgers on the brain. . .

Rob The Badger · 03 Nov 2003, 21:17

Sit there and I'll laugh at you
Because you're surrounded by yes men

Yes, I may stand in the pouring rain
All alone with nothing but my thoughts
But that's more than you'll ever have

If they're still by you tomorrow
It'll be a miracle
If they're there next year
Well don't get your hopes up. . .

I may drink and I may whine
But the sycophants don't stand in line
To polish my boots with their tongues
And be sure that I'm eternally glad
That's an experience I've never had

If I lie on my death bed with lice in my hair
Well, that'll be more than you'll have. . .

Wild_Honey · 06 Nov 2003, 09:50

Aw Bren and Eyeore, beautiful works again!!!

When Darkness Falls

I can sit in the sun and smile,
I can laugh and secretly cry.
You won't see me, you won't hear me.
When darkness falls.

I can look around happily,
the tears in my eyes invisible.
Running on the highway to the Twilight World.
When darkness falls.

I may pray to ease my pain.
Something sharp (like a razor?) is stroking my skin.
I'll still be hiding it, only flowing blood tells...
When darkness falls.

Will I someday see the light again at all?
No sorrows that keep us apart?
Will there be hope soon enough
When darkness falls?

Yet the moon is up in pale white.
I am dreaming of happy days, bright.
And I just want you to hold my hand and be there
When darkness falls.

Bren · 06 Nov 2003, 11:48

a beautiful poem Wild Honey

Bren

dottie · 06 Nov 2003, 13:39

the show took its last applause,
it crept back to its dark place,
under the stage,
behind the curtain.

a new show came forth,
the lights shone,
the curtains opened,
the stage came alive.

once more I live,
if only for a while,
to breathe again,
and experience.

Umm!!

Chris · 06 Nov 2003, 15:30

Well doen Dottie,

I liked it

Rob The Badger · 06 Nov 2003, 17:58

Very good WH and Dottie.
Here's my output for today:

A blackness clouds the vices
of the blood stained city streets
Ochre lamps of burning oil
Rusted, like the sordid people
In the houses nearby

Sleeping houses have eyes.
Slanted roofs are full of holes
And the steadily beating rain
Seeps and falls on the heads
Of crying children

Sleeping houses have jagged teeth.
The open jaw reveals the horrid truth
A mothers face is stained blue
She's nailed to the armachair watching a box
And the dog staggers circles in the kitchen.

Boys stalk the icy streets with knives in hand.
A girl wanders home alone with eyes on her mind,
She's pulled behind the broken fence and stabbed
But the scarlet money that falls
From her tattered purse
Is only enough to buy a kiss

A sparrow flies
Amidst the lies
And a crying baby dies

A girl's schreech is concealed
By the evil scream of alloy wheels
On an asphalt higway
A gunshot chills a man to the bone
As he lays in wollen sheets alone

Windows shatter the silence of the night

The slow drawing breath of an ally cat,
In the backstreet labyrinth,
Is the only live worth saving now.

Trees catch fire with wild desire.
Two lovers, each in mortal sin,
Just want each for the other
A stained sheet and a steamed up window
Are the evidence of love

But walls are thin and those in sin
Shall perish for their crimes

A child is born into this world
And what has it to give?
In this day of sex and sin
By what reason should it live?

dottie · 06 Nov 2003, 18:00

Oh my word - took me by surprise, this is wonderful

Rob The Badger · 06 Nov 2003, 18:19

heat · 06 Nov 2003, 20:21

God Eyeore - that is fantastic. Hope this is a compliment - it's meant as such, but your work reminds me of early Dylan Thomas.

Rob The Badger · 06 Nov 2003, 21:52

Well I be damned. . .the whole thing was inspired by the opening part of Under Milk Wood. . .

Wild_Honey · 06 Nov 2003, 22:26

Eyeore, your work is just amazing and wonderful. Love it! And Dottie, great one as well!

heat · 09 Nov 2003, 10:23

Your Side Of The Bed

Reaching out for the silence that engulfs me, I look for you.
The indentation left on the pillow by the shape of your head
The warmth of your side of the bed, where you used to lay
Your smell on the sheets, i drink it in, gulping frantically, scared that i might miss some.
I lay back on my side of the bed, cold sheets, hard pillow and my arm reaches to your side
But you're not there.
You were taken from me, gone to a better place, they say.
That just can't be true.
The best place for you was here
Beside me.
Where i could keep you warm
Where i could hold you tight
Where i could protect you
Where we could just be.
Us. You and me.
Always.

Bren · 09 Nov 2003, 12:12

really beautiful Heat

Bren

Rob The Badger · 09 Nov 2003, 21:16

I'll second that Bren.
Here's a soppy poem for all you people who like cheesy rhyme schemes and overblown sentimentality.

ANAGRAM FOR ENOLA

If you're ever in need of a short vacation
Just meet me on the platform of the railway station

On a train full of people
I've only eyes for you
But I daren't look square into yours
For fear of what I'd do
If I were to get you alone

In the blackened movie theatre
The lamplight strokes your cheekbone
I'm in Heaven with an angel
And I'll never be alone

Cookie moon in a bakery sky
and good company by my side
But all the "friends" in all the land
won't fill my empty hands

Oh, the tears I've cried
For your beautiful eyes
Could fill ten thousand mugs
I'm crying not because I'm hurt
Or 'cause I'm unsatisfied
I'm crying simply and only because
A part of me has died

If when we get on the train back home
Nothing has changed between us
Do me a favour and don't let me know
For to love alone I must

meshurp · 09 Nov 2003, 22:37

very powerful and thought provocing stuff Eyeore!!!!!!!!!

thought its about time i leaked some words...

Faces

We think that we are diffrent
We think that we are real
But when we look around us
Everyone wears our mask
No eyes
No face
No pain
And we are lost
A copy of a copy
An echo of a mirror
Not one person turns his back
In a tide flooding forward
For all that we falter
We run
Thin water
Drop to drop
What difference to see
When I am him
And you are me
Jugded by others
For being themselves
Stacked right up
On the store room shelves
Always a spare for when we break
Whatever we feel
As we argue
We are one mind
Fear what we might find
In another face of our own...

Rob The Badger · 09 Nov 2003, 23:16

Like this one Meshurp. . .very well observed.

Wild_Honey · 09 Nov 2003, 23:42

Great one Meshurp!! Lovely to see you posting here again!

RSG · 11 Nov 2003, 07:16

Inside the four walls of loneliness.

I look up to the sky,
and I ask myself why.
But the answer is
simple, because there
is none. So I get in my
car, and turn on the
radio, and there is
nothing to hear. I honk
my horn to move buddy
in my way, but he really
isn't there. I am so alone,
where do I turn to, I lost
all hope, and I can't find
anyone I know. Strangers
aren't even there. This
place is so empty. I got to
get myself out of this wall,
that I had built myself into.
I break down, and the dark
is dissapearing.

Wild_Honey · 11 Nov 2003, 14:06

Aww, lovely one, RSG!!!

RSG · 11 Nov 2003, 22:21

Quote:

Originally Posted by Wild_Honey

Aww, lovely one, RSG!!!

Thanks Honey. :)

Rob The Badger · 11 Nov 2003, 22:34

Damn RSG. . .that's one hell of an empty poem. . .makes me look happy. So in the spirit of lonliness here's the first in my series of poems about my life which I call "4 Poems On How Life Is"

Number 1 of 4.
"Rob on Unrequited Love"

The only thing I've got going for me
Is the chance I'll catch some rare disease
Life has been so very unkind
And I need an answer to a burning question
Festering in my mind

Speak no evil
Hear no evil,
That doesn't mean it isn't there.
When you love the boy with mousey hair
There is pain I tell you
There is real suffering

I want an answer to a question
That I don't know how to ask
Little matter
I already know what you're going to say

Sleep tonight and get some rest
Maybe you'll dream of me
(I know who I'll dream of)
Sleep with your precious head on your pillow
Never mind,
Never care,
(Never think)
That I'm not there

And believe me when I tell you
I'd do anything

RSG · 11 Nov 2003, 22:49

:) Thanks Eeyore, I just started writing and I didn't stop for minor editing. All came from the head.

Wild_Honey · 12 Nov 2003, 10:28

Quote:

Originally Posted by RSG

:) Thanks Eeyore, I just started writing and I didn't stop for minor editing. All came from the head.

One can see it does!!! Keep posting here, RSG!

Rob The Badger · 12 Nov 2003, 19:57

Number 2 of 4
"Rob on Friendship"

When all you need is to be alone
You're hounded be people
Who'll ask and talk
And make you "enjoy" life. . .
But when all you want is a listening ear
When you're crying hoarsley to the wind
There's never anybody there
Who listens, or who really cares.

Who'll cry for you?
Who'll place flowers at your head,
when you're six feet under, stone cold dead?
Will it be those people who made you cry?
Or the man with the rifle raised to the sky?
Will it be the pastor who's sleeping alone?
Or Jesus the saviour, all carved out of stone?
I know who'll cry for you. . .

When you're desperate and crying
When you're half way to dying
When you're suffocating on aftershave
To draw attention to yourself. . .
When you're bleeding just to call for help
When you're reading old letters that have faded and aged
When you're an old man at sixteen
These days you need those friends who left you behind
But they've moved on and they're not there to find. . .

Friends last a lifetime, so they say
But I know the truth, it's not that way
There's a time and a place for people like friends
The time is gone, and the place
is down the road
and 'round the bend.

02 Nov 2003, 17:05	#376
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	I've got badgers on the brain. . .

03 Nov 2003, 21:17	#377
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Sit there and I'll laugh at you Because you're surrounded by yes men Yes, I may stand in the pouring rain All alone with nothing but my thoughts But that's more than you'll ever have If they're still by you tomorrow It'll be a miracle If they're there next year Well don't get your hopes up. . . I may drink and I may whine But the sycophants don't stand in line To polish my boots with their tongues And be sure that I'm eternally glad That's an experience I've never had If I lie on my death bed with lice in my hair Well, that'll be more than you'll have. . .

06 Nov 2003, 09:50	#378
Wild_Honey Super Loafer Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Windeck, Germany Posts: 606	Aw Bren and Eyeore, beautiful works again!!! When Darkness Falls I can sit in the sun and smile, I can laugh and secretly cry. You won't see me, you won't hear me. When darkness falls. I can look around happily, the tears in my eyes invisible. Running on the highway to the Twilight World. When darkness falls. I may pray to ease my pain. Something sharp (like a razor?) is stroking my skin. I'll still be hiding it, only flowing blood tells... When darkness falls. Will I someday see the light again at all? No sorrows that keep us apart? Will there be hope soon enough When darkness falls? Yet the moon is up in pale white. I am dreaming of happy days, bright. And I just want you to hold my hand and be there When darkness falls.

06 Nov 2003, 11:48	#379
Bren The Bat Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Roosting on a Silver-Black Phantom Bike. Posts: 10,017	a beautiful poem Wild Honey Bren

06 Nov 2003, 13:39	#380
dottie queen post- whore extraordinaire Join Date: 29.01.2003 Location: Still Rockin' at "72" Posts: 13,181	the show took its last applause, it crept back to its dark place, under the stage, behind the curtain. a new show came forth, the lights shone, the curtains opened, the stage came alive. once more I live, if only for a while, to breathe again, and experience. Umm!!

06 Nov 2003, 15:30	#381
Chris Mega Loafer Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Somewhere in the real world. Posts: 7,527	Well doen Dottie, I liked it

06 Nov 2003, 17:58	#382
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Very good WH and Dottie. Here's my output for today: A blackness clouds the vices of the blood stained city streets Ochre lamps of burning oil Rusted, like the sordid people In the houses nearby Sleeping houses have eyes. Slanted roofs are full of holes And the steadily beating rain Seeps and falls on the heads Of crying children Sleeping houses have jagged teeth. The open jaw reveals the horrid truth A mothers face is stained blue She's nailed to the armachair watching a box And the dog staggers circles in the kitchen. Boys stalk the icy streets with knives in hand. A girl wanders home alone with eyes on her mind, She's pulled behind the broken fence and stabbed But the scarlet money that falls From her tattered purse Is only enough to buy a kiss A sparrow flies Amidst the lies And a crying baby dies A girl's schreech is concealed By the evil scream of alloy wheels On an asphalt higway A gunshot chills a man to the bone As he lays in wollen sheets alone Windows shatter the silence of the night The slow drawing breath of an ally cat, In the backstreet labyrinth, Is the only live worth saving now. Trees catch fire with wild desire. Two lovers, each in mortal sin, Just want each for the other A stained sheet and a steamed up window Are the evidence of love But walls are thin and those in sin Shall perish for their crimes A child is born into this world And what has it to give? In this day of sex and sin By what reason should it live?

06 Nov 2003, 18:00	#383
dottie queen post- whore extraordinaire Join Date: 29.01.2003 Location: Still Rockin' at "72" Posts: 13,181	Oh my word - took me by surprise, this is wonderful

06 Nov 2003, 18:19	#384
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895

06 Nov 2003, 20:21	#385
heat Rampant Loafer... Join Date: 29.07.2002 Location: welshy wales Posts: 5,706	God Eyeore - that is fantastic. Hope this is a compliment - it's meant as such, but your work reminds me of early Dylan Thomas.

06 Nov 2003, 21:52	#386
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Well I be damned. . .the whole thing was inspired by the opening part of Under Milk Wood. . .

06 Nov 2003, 22:26	#387
Wild_Honey Super Loafer Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Windeck, Germany Posts: 606	Eyeore, your work is just amazing and wonderful. Love it! And Dottie, great one as well!

09 Nov 2003, 10:23	#388
heat Rampant Loafer... Join Date: 29.07.2002 Location: welshy wales Posts: 5,706	Your Side Of The Bed Reaching out for the silence that engulfs me, I look for you. The indentation left on the pillow by the shape of your head The warmth of your side of the bed, where you used to lay Your smell on the sheets, i drink it in, gulping frantically, scared that i might miss some. I lay back on my side of the bed, cold sheets, hard pillow and my arm reaches to your side But you're not there. You were taken from me, gone to a better place, they say. That just can't be true. The best place for you was here Beside me. Where i could keep you warm Where i could hold you tight Where i could protect you Where we could just be. Us. You and me. Always.

09 Nov 2003, 12:12	#389
Bren The Bat Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Roosting on a Silver-Black Phantom Bike. Posts: 10,017	really beautiful Heat Bren

09 Nov 2003, 21:16	#390
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	I'll second that Bren. Here's a soppy poem for all you people who like cheesy rhyme schemes and overblown sentimentality. ANAGRAM FOR ENOLA If you're ever in need of a short vacation Just meet me on the platform of the railway station On a train full of people I've only eyes for you But I daren't look square into yours For fear of what I'd do If I were to get you alone In the blackened movie theatre The lamplight strokes your cheekbone I'm in Heaven with an angel And I'll never be alone Cookie moon in a bakery sky and good company by my side But all the "friends" in all the land won't fill my empty hands Oh, the tears I've cried For your beautiful eyes Could fill ten thousand mugs I'm crying not because I'm hurt Or 'cause I'm unsatisfied I'm crying simply and only because A part of me has died If when we get on the train back home Nothing has changed between us Do me a favour and don't let me know For to love alone I must

09 Nov 2003, 22:37	#391
meshurp Super Loafer Join Date: 20.04.2003 Location: In The World, somewhere... Posts: 444	very powerful and thought provocing stuff Eyeore!!!!!!!!! thought its about time i leaked some words... Faces We think that we are diffrent We think that we are real But when we look around us Everyone wears our mask No eyes No face No pain And we are lost A copy of a copy An echo of a mirror Not one person turns his back In a tide flooding forward For all that we falter We run Thin water Drop to drop What difference to see When I am him And you are me Jugded by others For being themselves Stacked right up On the store room shelves Always a spare for when we break Whatever we feel As we argue We are one mind Fear what we might find In another face of our own...

09 Nov 2003, 23:16	#392
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Like this one Meshurp. . .very well observed.

09 Nov 2003, 23:42	#393
Wild_Honey Super Loafer Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Windeck, Germany Posts: 606	Great one Meshurp!! Lovely to see you posting here again!

11 Nov 2003, 07:16	#394
RSG Mega Loafer Join Date: 27.07.2003 Location: Canada Posts: 3,296	Inside the four walls of loneliness. I look up to the sky, and I ask myself why. But the answer is simple, because there is none. So I get in my car, and turn on the radio, and there is nothing to hear. I honk my horn to move buddy in my way, but he really isn't there. I am so alone, where do I turn to, I lost all hope, and I can't find anyone I know. Strangers aren't even there. This place is so empty. I got to get myself out of this wall, that I had built myself into. I break down, and the dark is dissapearing.

11 Nov 2003, 14:06	#395
Wild_Honey Super Loafer Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Windeck, Germany Posts: 606	Aww, lovely one, RSG!!!

11 Nov 2003, 22:34	#397
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Damn RSG. . .that's one hell of an empty poem. . .makes me look happy. So in the spirit of lonliness here's the first in my series of poems about my life which I call "4 Poems On How Life Is" Number 1 of 4. "Rob on Unrequited Love" The only thing I've got going for me Is the chance I'll catch some rare disease Life has been so very unkind And I need an answer to a burning question Festering in my mind Speak no evil Hear no evil, That doesn't mean it isn't there. When you love the boy with mousey hair There is pain I tell you There is real suffering I want an answer to a question That I don't know how to ask Little matter I already know what you're going to say Sleep tonight and get some rest Maybe you'll dream of me (I know who I'll dream of) Sleep with your precious head on your pillow Never mind, Never care, (Never think) That I'm not there And believe me when I tell you I'd do anything

11 Nov 2003, 22:49	#398
RSG Mega Loafer Join Date: 27.07.2003 Location: Canada Posts: 3,296	:) Thanks Eeyore, I just started writing and I didn't stop for minor editing. All came from the head.

12 Nov 2003, 19:57	#400
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Number 2 of 4 "Rob on Friendship" When all you need is to be alone You're hounded be people Who'll ask and talk And make you "enjoy" life. . . But when all you want is a listening ear When you're crying hoarsley to the wind There's never anybody there Who listens, or who really cares. Who'll cry for you? Who'll place flowers at your head, when you're six feet under, stone cold dead? Will it be those people who made you cry? Or the man with the rifle raised to the sky? Will it be the pastor who's sleeping alone? Or Jesus the saviour, all carved out of stone? I know who'll cry for you. . . When you're desperate and crying When you're half way to dying When you're suffocating on aftershave To draw attention to yourself. . . When you're bleeding just to call for help When you're reading old letters that have faded and aged When you're an old man at sixteen These days you need those friends who left you behind But they've moved on and they're not there to find. . . Friends last a lifetime, so they say But I know the truth, it's not that way There's a time and a place for people like friends The time is gone, and the place is down the road and 'round the bend.