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Wild_Honey · 04 Jul 2003, 21:10

Sure Eyeore!!!

Rob The Badger · 04 Jul 2003, 22:15

Adam
Had 'em.

. . . . .

Wild_Honey · 10 Jul 2003, 12:13

Shadows over shadows.
My mind is drifting.
My soul is falling apart.
My heartbeat - hardly noticable.
Deep fear inside.
The drums are calling.
Die.
Die.
Die.
I hear myself screaming
As I feel the pleasure of the pain
That the knife
Cold and bare
Is giving me
As it,
like thousands of poisonous needles,
stalks my heart.

The bad times are over.
I am free.

Rob The Badger · 10 Jul 2003, 19:37

I'm going to hazard a guess that that one was about suicide. . .Very good.

This poem is about suicide also.

Holy water
And the dancing moon
beams on the sparkling sea

Liberty bells
Broken sea shells
Are calling out to me

Sunset view
Morning dew
A six string on my back

Tennessee
Canadee;
Are coming back to me.

Wild_Honey · 10 Jul 2003, 20:47

Great one, Eyeore. And yes, you were right as far as my last poem goes.

Wild_Honey · 16 Jul 2003, 15:14

Hey fellow poets!!!! What happened??? Please don't let this topic die!!!

Can you think of any "all-time-favourite" poems that you have?? I am gonna think about mine. Is there a poems by a certain poet that you have always loved or that even is a sort of help/guidance/inspiration/ for you? Can also be one of your own!

Wild_Honey · 16 Jul 2003, 15:28

Ok, I start. My absolute favourite is Shakespeare. No one describes feelings and love in such a fascinating and beautiful way.

This one is one of my all-time-favs:

Sonnet # 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

White of High · 16 Jul 2003, 17:53

Hi Wild_Honey! It's so hard... We have got other and other language. But there is my favourite. It's a Paul Verlain poem, but the Hungarian translated by Tóth Árpád is the best on the world. If you can try to read it you will feel it why... The first lines are the bests...

Öszi Chanson

Ösz húrja zsong
jajong busong a tájon
S ont monoton
bút konokon és fájón..

Rob The Badger · 16 Jul 2003, 22:35

Not one of my own, but it's just so damn good I had to show my appreciation for it.

Suffer Little Children

Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave
And I'll lay me down

Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave
And I'll lay me down

Lesley-Anne, with your pretty white beads
Oh John, you'll never be a man
And you'll never see your home again
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for

Edward, see those alluring lights ?
Tonight will be your very last night

A woman said : "I know my son is dead
I'll never rest my hands on his sacred head"

Hindley wakes and Hindley says :
Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says :
"Oh, wherever he has gone, I have gone"

But fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death
Fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death

Hindley wakes and says :
Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says :
"Oh, whatever he has done, I have done"

But this is no easy ride
For a child cries :

"Oh, find me ... find me, nothing more
We are on a sullen misty moor
We may be dead and we may be gone
But we will be, we will be, we will be, right by your side
Until the day you die
This is no easy ride
We will haunt you when you laugh
Yes, you could say we're a team
You might sleep
You might sleep
You might sleep
BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !
Oh, you might sleep
BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !
You might sleep
BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !"

Oh Manchester, so much to answer for
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for

Oh, find me, find me !
Find me !
I'll haunt you when you laugh
Oh, I'll haunt you when you laugh
You might sleep
BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !
Oh ...
Over the moors, I'm on the moor
Oh, over the moor
Oh, the child is on the moor

Rusholme Ruffians

The last night of the fair
By the big wheel generator
A boy is stabbed
And his money is grabbed
And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine

She is Famous
She is Funny
An engagement ring
Doesn't mean a thing
To a mind consumed by brass (money)

And though I walk home alone
I might walk home alone ...
...But my faith in love is still devout

The last night of the fair
From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side)
From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side)

And though I walk home alone
I might walk home alone ...
...But my faith in love is still devout

Then someone falls in love
And someone's beaten up
Someone's beaten up
And the senses being dulled are mine
And someone falls in love
And someone's beaten up
And the senses being dulled are mine

And though I walk home alone
I might walk home alone ...
...But my faith in love is still devout

This is the last night of the fair
And the grease in the hair
Of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied
She said : "How quickly would I die
If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?"
La ...

This is the last night of the fair
And the grease in the hair
Of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied
She said : "How quickly would I die
If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?"
La ...

So ... scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
(This means you really love me)
Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
(This means you really love me)
Oh ...

And though I walk home alone
I just might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout
I might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout
I might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout
La ...

Bren · 17 Jul 2003, 10:11

A change of subject matter

Summer Shower

The rain falls,drenching the new leaves of summer
Light ,soft , continous,dripping to the ground.
Running in rivulets down,
the leaves
falling steadily.
Running in rivulets down sun dried lanes
Sweeping the dust of summer
Away.
To be lost in it's ever continuous path,
Like a memory
Lost in the rivers of your mind,
Washed away by Life's rain,which falls
Soft and continuous.
Washed away
to be forgotten like this summer shower,
for the sun will take it's place.
So will the light that shines
Your Life
Even then replace the rain that falls.

Bren

Rob The Badger · 17 Jul 2003, 12:02

Lovely poem Bren.
Just popped in to say that the poem's in my last post were written by Morrissey. Just thought I'd let you know.

But now that I'm here I might as well write something. Right?

So now it's time for Rob's ad lib poem corner typey thing.

Turnaround
Summer rain
Turnaround
Summer pain
Turnaround
Healing kiss
Turnaround
Summer bliss

Maize and wheat
Scorching heat
A field burning gently
By the city

Turnaround
Music plays
Turnaround
Summer days
Turnaround
One more kiss(?)
Turnaround
Oh how I miss. . .
Those summer days.

I think I'll call this one Summer Days. Oh how terribly cliché. . .

Bren · 17 Jul 2003, 12:16

Thankyou Eyeore

By the way, i liked the "ad lib poem corner typey thing"

Bren

Rob The Badger · 17 Jul 2003, 12:24

Thanks. And I've just noticed I'v revealed my true identity. D'oh! Hopefully no one will notice. . .

White of High · 17 Jul 2003, 12:39

These are very goods. Why don't use more rhyme?

Bren · 17 Jul 2003, 13:00

Depends on style of poem and subject matter, white
here,s one that uses rhyme.

Life
I am silence, made of morning,sunlight and the song of bird
Mist of evening slowly rising, winds soft whisper scarcely heard
I am tree and grass and flower, mountain ,hill and desert plain
Freedom, windswept shoreline sounding,earth and rock and sun and rain
Iam laughter smiled by children, wonder held in innocent eyes
Tears of pain at loss and sorrow, hurt and grief and lonely sighs.
Iam city streets of greyness, building factory,car and train
Park and motorway, shop and houses, woodland field and winding lane.

I am ambition ,goal and fortune, maker of all man's misdeeds
I am all he has of value and yet he pays me little heed.
Man is often my giver and my taker, yet by him i am not owned
Iam his for short duration, for his life-span i am loaned.
I am the song man will not sing, i am the sound that no man hears
He finds me at birth, he leaves me at death, to find me again in a world without tears.

Bren

Rob The Badger · 17 Jul 2003, 15:00

Yet another good Bren poem.
As for rhyming, I generally don't like it.
I feel it restricts expression. E.g, the line could be:
"And I love her". For the poem to have an AABBCC rhyme scheme, the following word would have to rhyme with "her" right? But what if the feeling you want to express can't be expressed with a word that rhymes wiuth "her"?
If you use words that you don't mean just to make it rhyme I think it's less artistic.
Of course, if you can pull it off without it seeming tacked on it's perfectly acceptable.

Bren · 17 Jul 2003, 16:15

Iagree Eyore, i rarely write poems,like the one above with a set rhyme.The feeling being conveyed is far more important. My normal style is like the one i wrote called "Rainfall"which is back a bit.Often i simply write my feelings down on the page,and that's my poem,that's how it stays.Some times i play around with the words. i like using words that have a nice sound to them, i tend to do that rather than rely on a rhyme.

Keep writing them Eyeore

Bren

Wild_Honey · 18 Jul 2003, 11:51

Quote:

Originally Posted by White of High

Hi Wild_Honey! It's so hard... We have got other and other language. But there is my favourite. It's a Paul Verlain poem, but the Hungarian translated by Tóth Árpád is the best on the world. If you can try to read it you will feel it why... The first lines are the bests...

Öszi Chanson

Ösz húrja zsong
jajong busong a tájon
S ont monoton
bút konokon és fájón..

White, could you maybe translate this...?

Wild_Honey · 18 Jul 2003, 11:53

Eyeore and Bren, I really love your poems!

Bren · 19 Jul 2003, 00:16

Thanks Wild Honey

Bren

Rob The Badger · 19 Jul 2003, 12:58

Thanx.

Rob The Badger · 19 Jul 2003, 17:19

A going away poem.

Me you and I,
We are my favorite people.

White of High · 19 Jul 2003, 18:59

:)
Are you schizophren?

Wild_Honey · 20 Jul 2003, 00:13

Quote:

Originally Posted by White of High

:)
Are you schizophren?

"I may be shizophrenic, but at least I've got each other!"

I like your little poem, Eyeore!!!

Rob The Badger · 20 Jul 2003, 17:46

Thanks. ^_^. Schitzo maybe. . .but beautiful. . .

04 Jul 2003, 21:10	#101
Wild_Honey Super Loafer Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Windeck, Germany Posts: 606	Sure Eyeore!!!

04 Jul 2003, 22:15	#102
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Adam Had 'em. . . . . .

10 Jul 2003, 12:13	#103
Wild_Honey Super Loafer Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Windeck, Germany Posts: 606	Shadows over shadows. My mind is drifting. My soul is falling apart. My heartbeat - hardly noticable. Deep fear inside. The drums are calling. Die. Die. Die. I hear myself screaming As I feel the pleasure of the pain That the knife Cold and bare Is giving me As it, like thousands of poisonous needles, stalks my heart. The bad times are over. I am free.

10 Jul 2003, 19:37	#104
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	I'm going to hazard a guess that that one was about suicide. . .Very good. This poem is about suicide also. Holy water And the dancing moon beams on the sparkling sea Liberty bells Broken sea shells Are calling out to me Sunset view Morning dew A six string on my back Tennessee Canadee; Are coming back to me.

10 Jul 2003, 20:47	#105
Wild_Honey Super Loafer Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Windeck, Germany Posts: 606	Great one, Eyeore. And yes, you were right as far as my last poem goes.

16 Jul 2003, 15:14	#106
Wild_Honey Super Loafer Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Windeck, Germany Posts: 606	Hey fellow poets!!!! What happened??? Please don't let this topic die!!! Can you think of any "all-time-favourite" poems that you have?? I am gonna think about mine. Is there a poems by a certain poet that you have always loved or that even is a sort of help/guidance/inspiration/ for you? Can also be one of your own!

16 Jul 2003, 15:28	#107
Wild_Honey Super Loafer Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Windeck, Germany Posts: 606	Ok, I start. My absolute favourite is Shakespeare. No one describes feelings and love in such a fascinating and beautiful way. This one is one of my all-time-favs: Sonnet # 116 Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

16 Jul 2003, 17:53	#108
White of High Nature's Siegfried Join Date: 27.05.2002 Location: Budapest, Hungary Posts: 2,930	Hi Wild_Honey! It's so hard... We have got other and other language. But there is my favourite. It's a Paul Verlain poem, but the Hungarian translated by Tóth Árpád is the best on the world. If you can try to read it you will feel it why... The first lines are the bests... Öszi Chanson Ösz húrja zsong jajong busong a tájon S ont monoton bút konokon és fájón..

16 Jul 2003, 22:35	#109
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Not one of my own, but it's just so damn good I had to show my appreciation for it. Suffer Little Children Over the moor, take me to the moor Dig a shallow grave And I'll lay me down Over the moor, take me to the moor Dig a shallow grave And I'll lay me down Lesley-Anne, with your pretty white beads Oh John, you'll never be a man And you'll never see your home again Oh Manchester, so much to answer for Edward, see those alluring lights ? Tonight will be your very last night A woman said : "I know my son is dead I'll never rest my hands on his sacred head" Hindley wakes and Hindley says : Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says : "Oh, wherever he has gone, I have gone" But fresh lilaced moorland fields Cannot hide the stolid stench of death Fresh lilaced moorland fields Cannot hide the stolid stench of death Hindley wakes and says : Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says : "Oh, whatever he has done, I have done" But this is no easy ride For a child cries : "Oh, find me ... find me, nothing more We are on a sullen misty moor We may be dead and we may be gone But we will be, we will be, we will be, right by your side Until the day you die This is no easy ride We will haunt you when you laugh Yes, you could say we're a team You might sleep You might sleep You might sleep BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM ! Oh, you might sleep BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM ! You might sleep BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !" Oh Manchester, so much to answer for Oh Manchester, so much to answer for Oh, find me, find me ! Find me ! I'll haunt you when you laugh Oh, I'll haunt you when you laugh You might sleep BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM ! Oh ... Over the moors, I'm on the moor Oh, over the moor Oh, the child is on the moor Rusholme Ruffians The last night of the fair By the big wheel generator A boy is stabbed And his money is grabbed And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine She is Famous She is Funny An engagement ring Doesn't mean a thing To a mind consumed by brass (money) And though I walk home alone I might walk home alone ... ...But my faith in love is still devout The last night of the fair From a seat on a whirling waltzer Her skirt ascends for a watching eye It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side) From a seat on a whirling waltzer Her skirt ascends for a watching eye It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side) And though I walk home alone I might walk home alone ... ...But my faith in love is still devout Then someone falls in love And someone's beaten up Someone's beaten up And the senses being dulled are mine And someone falls in love And someone's beaten up And the senses being dulled are mine And though I walk home alone I might walk home alone ... ...But my faith in love is still devout This is the last night of the fair And the grease in the hair Of a speedway operator Is all a tremulous heart requires A schoolgirl is denied She said : "How quickly would I die If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?" La ... This is the last night of the fair And the grease in the hair Of a speedway operator Is all a tremulous heart requires A schoolgirl is denied She said : "How quickly would I die If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?" La ... So ... scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen (This means you really love me) Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen (This means you really love me) Oh ... And though I walk home alone I just might walk home alone But my faith in love is still devout I might walk home alone But my faith in love is still devout I might walk home alone But my faith in love is still devout La ...

17 Jul 2003, 10:11	#110
Bren The Bat Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Roosting on a Silver-Black Phantom Bike. Posts: 10,017	A change of subject matter Summer Shower The rain falls,drenching the new leaves of summer Light ,soft , continous,dripping to the ground. Running in rivulets down, the leaves falling steadily. Running in rivulets down sun dried lanes Sweeping the dust of summer Away. To be lost in it's ever continuous path, Like a memory Lost in the rivers of your mind, Washed away by Life's rain,which falls Soft and continuous. Washed away to be forgotten like this summer shower, for the sun will take it's place. So will the light that shines Your Life Even then replace the rain that falls. Bren

17 Jul 2003, 12:02	#111
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Lovely poem Bren. Just popped in to say that the poem's in my last post were written by Morrissey. Just thought I'd let you know. But now that I'm here I might as well write something. Right? So now it's time for Rob's ad lib poem corner typey thing. Turnaround Summer rain Turnaround Summer pain Turnaround Healing kiss Turnaround Summer bliss Maize and wheat Scorching heat A field burning gently By the city Turnaround Music plays Turnaround Summer days Turnaround One more kiss(?) Turnaround Oh how I miss. . . Those summer days. I think I'll call this one Summer Days. Oh how terribly cliché. . .

17 Jul 2003, 12:16	#112
Bren The Bat Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Roosting on a Silver-Black Phantom Bike. Posts: 10,017	Thankyou Eyeore By the way, i liked the "ad lib poem corner typey thing" Bren

17 Jul 2003, 12:24	#113
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Thanks. And I've just noticed I'v revealed my true identity. D'oh! Hopefully no one will notice. . .

17 Jul 2003, 12:39	#114
White of High Nature's Siegfried Join Date: 27.05.2002 Location: Budapest, Hungary Posts: 2,930	These are very goods. Why don't use more rhyme?

17 Jul 2003, 13:00	#115
Bren The Bat Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Roosting on a Silver-Black Phantom Bike. Posts: 10,017	Depends on style of poem and subject matter, white here,s one that uses rhyme. Life I am silence, made of morning,sunlight and the song of bird Mist of evening slowly rising, winds soft whisper scarcely heard I am tree and grass and flower, mountain ,hill and desert plain Freedom, windswept shoreline sounding,earth and rock and sun and rain Iam laughter smiled by children, wonder held in innocent eyes Tears of pain at loss and sorrow, hurt and grief and lonely sighs. Iam city streets of greyness, building factory,car and train Park and motorway, shop and houses, woodland field and winding lane. I am ambition ,goal and fortune, maker of all man's misdeeds I am all he has of value and yet he pays me little heed. Man is often my giver and my taker, yet by him i am not owned Iam his for short duration, for his life-span i am loaned. I am the song man will not sing, i am the sound that no man hears He finds me at birth, he leaves me at death, to find me again in a world without tears. Bren

17 Jul 2003, 15:00	#116
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Yet another good Bren poem. As for rhyming, I generally don't like it. I feel it restricts expression. E.g, the line could be: "And I love her". For the poem to have an AABBCC rhyme scheme, the following word would have to rhyme with "her" right? But what if the feeling you want to express can't be expressed with a word that rhymes wiuth "her"? If you use words that you don't mean just to make it rhyme I think it's less artistic. Of course, if you can pull it off without it seeming tacked on it's perfectly acceptable.

17 Jul 2003, 16:15	#117
Bren The Bat Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Roosting on a Silver-Black Phantom Bike. Posts: 10,017	Iagree Eyore, i rarely write poems,like the one above with a set rhyme.The feeling being conveyed is far more important. My normal style is like the one i wrote called "Rainfall"which is back a bit.Often i simply write my feelings down on the page,and that's my poem,that's how it stays.Some times i play around with the words. i like using words that have a nice sound to them, i tend to do that rather than rely on a rhyme. Keep writing them Eyeore Bren

18 Jul 2003, 11:53	#119
Wild_Honey Super Loafer Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Windeck, Germany Posts: 606	Eyeore and Bren, I really love your poems!

19 Jul 2003, 00:16	#120
Bren The Bat Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Roosting on a Silver-Black Phantom Bike. Posts: 10,017	Thanks Wild Honey Bren

19 Jul 2003, 12:58	#121
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Thanx.

19 Jul 2003, 17:19	#122
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	A going away poem. Me you and I, We are my favorite people.

19 Jul 2003, 18:59	#123
White of High Nature's Siegfried Join Date: 27.05.2002 Location: Budapest, Hungary Posts: 2,930	:) Are you schizophren?

20 Jul 2003, 17:46	#125
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Thanks. ^_^. Schitzo maybe. . .but beautiful. . .