Our little Poets... - Page 7

Rob The Badger · 24 Aug 2003, 03:22

Not one of my best, but good enough.

It's late, and I'm going to the airport in an hour.
So better make this a good one:

The orange hum of a humdrum town
The heavy shadows passing
The cold faces massing
In the distance a scream
Of pleasure (or pain)
Oh, I don't know
and I really don't care

Darkness seeps
Into the wrinkles in her face
"Money for the nigh' guv"
That's no kind of love

Bash her head with cobblestone
Spattered remains
All that remains
And the air walks
The military two-step
Down the back of my spine

Black mixes with black
A lacklustre
Sexual blunder
And you're left with not
A woman in sight
Who'll keep you warm tonight

Oh there'll be murder
On the streets of London tonight
"Don't put up a fight!"
I swear,
"It'll only hurt a little bit"
But it did
And a lot more too
As the tattered remains
Of a dress/ a skull
Stains the soil red

Black mixes with black
A lacklustre
Sexual blunder
And you're left with not
A woman in sight
Who'll keep you warm tonight

dottie · 24 Aug 2003, 17:53

My kind of poem, Eyeore - reaches into your soul, and pulls a few strings

meshurp · 25 Aug 2003, 01:23

thank you for your kind words, they make me feel more confident with what i write, Eyeore your poem was beautiful
Heres a happy poem for a change

Believe

Wait
For the days are cold
The night has begun
Souless time
Eternitys face
Changless faith

Believe
In yourself
Life and all the world
A hope you can't find
but dream to try

Let
The silence shatter
Like the pieces of your heart
Music strings sail
Past the midnight air

Step
Forth from the coldness
the grey
The world that ate your life
That leeched your
your hopes
your dreams

Reach
Down inside to the fire
Of pain
Burning there
Kindle a flame
To bend to hope
Light candle paths from black
follow it home

Stand
In golden light of dawn
Breath in the spring
Grass air
As Autunms dew
Blooms

Wait
You are at the end
Of the winds cold breathe
The night is done
Dark fingers unclasped

Believe
Even if dawns fades
Sunlight shines
As hope flare
Somewere

You believe

Tim · 25 Aug 2003, 01:28

Wooooowww!!! This is it!!!

I'm having tears in my eyes reading the poems of you!!! This is so very good. My god... i love them!

Thank you very much Meshurp werfifer!!!

The Butcher (yes emotional)

Bren · 26 Aug 2003, 17:02

A Moment Ago

Through my mind
a moment
ago

Walked
a memory
a softened echo

A shadow
soft-flitting
from the past

Gentle
half-seen
softened by the years

Like a faded photograph
of someone
somewhere
once loved
or known
now lost
or a part of your life no more

Meaning nothing
to anyone else
but unforgotten
secret-safe
forever kept

Like a faded photograph
of someone
somewhere
sometime
that the heart
couldn't bear to throw away.

Bren

Tim · 27 Aug 2003, 13:23

Bren, a very nice poem!!
You, and Mesphury Verifire are both great in writing poems. I would say... make a book and sell it!!

The Butcher.

Bren · 27 Aug 2003, 15:26

Thank you Tim

Bren

dottie · 27 Aug 2003, 18:59

You, and Mesphury Verifire are both great in writing poems. I would say... make a book and sell it!!

The Butcher.[/quote]

First Customer

Tim · 27 Aug 2003, 21:40

Here another costumer, and..... please with autograph!!

Wild_Honey · 29 Aug 2003, 14:19

Geeez I haven't been here for a while, this is really great work...

Sharing Tim's point of view completely.

Hardly dare putting something on here now though...

My Tomb

I feel like buried overground.
Fleshy tomb.
It maybe me acting still,
But I feel empty
And damn cold
Inside.

Aren’t we supposed to feel save?
Well, I don’t any more.
And I so wish you could read
In my eyes
The pain in my soul.

I am crying for help,
But the words won’t come out.
They’re stuck in my throat.

I want to cough,
Want to spit,
To throw up, puke, get rid of them.
But my endless struggle
Just makes it worse.

Until I cannot breathe any more.
Not at all.
I stroke.
And that, for once, is fine with me.

**The Flying Mouse** · 29 Aug 2003, 14:39

Was England really that bad

.
Only joking

.Great poem.

Wild_Honey · 31 Aug 2003, 03:23

Thanks...

Um, no, England was not bad, but it's just me sometimes...

Wild_Honey · 31 Aug 2003, 03:26

BRIDGE

I’m standing on a bridge.
Glassy stars in the sky above me.

Memories…
Like a movie they run through my mind.
There’s only salt left on my cheeks.
The tears have run dry like long forgotten rivers.

Ridiculous voices.
Swirling in my head, making me dizzy.
The past is slowly… fading away.

I remember, vaguely,
That long ago, someone used to call me ‘Angel’.
But as I spread my arms
I realise
That my wings are broken.

And I fall.

**The Flying Mouse** · 31 Aug 2003, 04:13

Trust.

I come home leaving behind a hostile world.
I hang my blooded sword on the rusty nail behind the door.
I allow myself to drift into sleep in you're presence.
And trust you not to slit my throat in sleep.

Bren · 31 Aug 2003, 11:48

Nice poem Wild Honey

and Mousie, nice to see you posting here

Bren

Wild_Honey · 31 Aug 2003, 16:58

Quote:

Originally Posted by THE FLYING MOUSE

Trust.

I come home leaving behind a hostile world.
I hang my blooded sword on the rusty nail behind the door.
I allow myself to drift into sleep in you're presence.
And trust you not to slit my throat in sleep.

Aw nice one, Mousie!

Wild_Honey · 31 Aug 2003, 17:02

HOME

My home is in your heart.
Where would I go,
And what would I do,
If you someday locked the door?

My comfort lies in your arms.
Tell me, would I break
And would I cry all day
If you didn’t hold me any more?

My happiness is your smile.
I wonder, would I be sad
And without a laughter
If you didn’t smile at me any more?

My life is in your hands.
And it would be useless
And so empty
If you dropped me...

Bren · 31 Aug 2003, 18:06

Beautiful poem Wild Honey, specially like last verse

Bren

Wild_Honey · 31 Aug 2003, 19:19

Thank you Bren.

Rob The Badger · 31 Aug 2003, 21:46

Hello. I'm back.
Lot of activity here lately, good to see it. WH's recent postings are among her best. Well done.

Here's something a little more lighthearted than my usual stuff:

A perfect evening spoiled
Eloquence escapes me tonight
Yet in spite of all the shame
You're calling out my name
In a window-washer, wishy washy way

Turn the ocean hue
Tangled up in blue
The moon arises high
Above the city

A power found in Love
We walk off hand in glove
And the singers feed the ducks
In Bath.

Tim · 01 Sep 2003, 12:35

Nice poems again. Very good.

Bren · 01 Sep 2003, 16:35

Stone

The silence
hangs heavy
as stone.
No words of comfort
slice the atmosphere.
No touch, no look,
no smile,
only a brittle silence
that tears and divides.
The gulf made greater
by hurt feelings.
Words
remain unsaid.
Feelings slide
inward.
Tears held back.
Thoughts in turmoil
running through my head.
The atmosphere
as brittle as glass
cuts like a knife
in to the heart.
Cold fingers of hopelessness
curl round my heart
Feeling
utterly alone.
Why can't you see
i am not made
of stone?
Thoughts now
in confusion fly
needing solitude
and a place to hide.
Needing to have
the freedom to cry
Needing a friend
yet needing to be alone
As all my tomorrow's
turn colder
than stone.

Tim · 01 Sep 2003, 17:24

A totally different poem bren then your last one, but also a beauty. My god... we have some great righters here on the site. I wish i could write so beautifull.....

Thanks,,... cause i love them all.

Rob The Badger · 01 Sep 2003, 19:09

Bren. That was just RAW. Well done. . .It's very good.

Here's an offering. . .

WARNING
Please do not read this poem if you are easily offended by references to deviant sexual activity. Sorry to be a downer but people flamed me for posting this on another forum. This is a poem that I find very close to me, the subject matter is quite garing, and if you get it, please note that by no means do I engage in or condone the activities herein. Thank you.

I am now, tomorrow
and always will be
waiting for you
below the sea

"Give us this day our daily bread"
Shot to death
in the future head

I was never
And never will be
Fighting for, our love
For me

"Give us the ring and I will wed"
Hail To The Chief. . .
and on he led

So soon you see
We cannot be
Buried
Deep
Below the sea

"Giving me head on the unmade bed"
Shot to death
And there he bled

Led in bed
She turned and said
"Have the fishes all been fed"
I said:
"Tho talkest passing strange, sire"
And she just smiled and . . .

Turned away by my mothers hand
I knew it was wrong oh,
I know it's wrong
But it seemed so right
At the time

Enveloped by my sisters hand,
Oh she cares for me, you see

But as I led on the unmade bed
I was shot to death in the future head.

dottie · 01 Sep 2003, 21:06

Wonderful work Eyeore, and everyone else who posts on here

24 Aug 2003, 03:22	#151
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Not one of my best, but good enough. It's late, and I'm going to the airport in an hour. So better make this a good one: The orange hum of a humdrum town The heavy shadows passing The cold faces massing In the distance a scream Of pleasure (or pain) Oh, I don't know and I really don't care Darkness seeps Into the wrinkles in her face "Money for the nigh' guv" That's no kind of love Bash her head with cobblestone Spattered remains All that remains And the air walks The military two-step Down the back of my spine Black mixes with black A lacklustre Sexual blunder And you're left with not A woman in sight Who'll keep you warm tonight Oh there'll be murder On the streets of London tonight "Don't put up a fight!" I swear, "It'll only hurt a little bit" But it did And a lot more too As the tattered remains Of a dress/ a skull Stains the soil red Black mixes with black A lacklustre Sexual blunder And you're left with not A woman in sight Who'll keep you warm tonight

24 Aug 2003, 17:53	#152
dottie queen post- whore extraordinaire Join Date: 29.01.2003 Location: Still Rockin' at "72" Posts: 13,181	My kind of poem, Eyeore - reaches into your soul, and pulls a few strings

25 Aug 2003, 01:23	#153
meshurp Super Loafer Join Date: 20.04.2003 Location: In The World, somewhere... Posts: 444	thank you for your kind words, they make me feel more confident with what i write, Eyeore your poem was beautiful Heres a happy poem for a change Believe Wait For the days are cold The night has begun Souless time Eternitys face Changless faith Believe In yourself Life and all the world A hope you can't find but dream to try Let The silence shatter Like the pieces of your heart Music strings sail Past the midnight air Step Forth from the coldness the grey The world that ate your life That leeched your your hopes your dreams Reach Down inside to the fire Of pain Burning there Kindle a flame To bend to hope Light candle paths from black follow it home Stand In golden light of dawn Breath in the spring Grass air As Autunms dew Blooms Wait You are at the end Of the winds cold breathe The night is done Dark fingers unclasped Believe Even if dawns fades Sunlight shines As hope flare Somewere You believe

25 Aug 2003, 01:28	#154
Tim The Butcher Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Westervoort, The Netherlands Posts: 10,321	Wooooowww!!! This is it!!! I'm having tears in my eyes reading the poems of you!!! This is so very good. My god... i love them! Thank you very much Meshurp werfifer!!! The Butcher (yes emotional)

26 Aug 2003, 17:02	#155
Bren The Bat Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Roosting on a Silver-Black Phantom Bike. Posts: 10,017	A Moment Ago Through my mind a moment ago Walked a memory a softened echo A shadow soft-flitting from the past Gentle half-seen softened by the years Like a faded photograph of someone somewhere once loved or known now lost or a part of your life no more Meaning nothing to anyone else but unforgotten secret-safe forever kept Like a faded photograph of someone somewhere sometime that the heart couldn't bear to throw away. Bren

27 Aug 2003, 13:23	#156
Tim The Butcher Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Westervoort, The Netherlands Posts: 10,321	Bren, a very nice poem!! You, and Mesphury Verifire are both great in writing poems. I would say... make a book and sell it!! The Butcher.

27 Aug 2003, 15:26	#157
Bren The Bat Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Roosting on a Silver-Black Phantom Bike. Posts: 10,017	Thank you Tim Bren

27 Aug 2003, 18:59	#158
dottie queen post- whore extraordinaire Join Date: 29.01.2003 Location: Still Rockin' at "72" Posts: 13,181	You, and Mesphury Verifire are both great in writing poems. I would say... make a book and sell it!! The Butcher.[/quote] First Customer

27 Aug 2003, 21:40	#159
Tim The Butcher Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Westervoort, The Netherlands Posts: 10,321	Here another costumer, and..... please with autograph!!

29 Aug 2003, 14:19	#160
Wild_Honey Super Loafer Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Windeck, Germany Posts: 606	Geeez I haven't been here for a while, this is really great work... Sharing Tim's point of view completely. Hardly dare putting something on here now though... My Tomb I feel like buried overground. Fleshy tomb. It maybe me acting still, But I feel empty And damn cold Inside. Aren’t we supposed to feel save? Well, I don’t any more. And I so wish you could read In my eyes The pain in my soul. I am crying for help, But the words won’t come out. They’re stuck in my throat. I want to cough, Want to spit, To throw up, puke, get rid of them. But my endless struggle Just makes it worse. Until I cannot breathe any more. Not at all. I stroke. And that, for once, is fine with me.

29 Aug 2003, 14:39	#161
The Flying Mouse Armed ba$tard and Jo's other half. Join Date: 06.08.2002 Location: In the middle of nowhere near the end of the line. Posts: 16,104	Was England really that bad . Only joking .Great poem.

31 Aug 2003, 03:23	#162
Wild_Honey Super Loafer Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Windeck, Germany Posts: 606	Thanks... Um, no, England was not bad, but it's just me sometimes...

31 Aug 2003, 03:26	#163
Wild_Honey Super Loafer Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Windeck, Germany Posts: 606	BRIDGE I’m standing on a bridge. Glassy stars in the sky above me. Memories… Like a movie they run through my mind. There’s only salt left on my cheeks. The tears have run dry like long forgotten rivers. Ridiculous voices. Swirling in my head, making me dizzy. The past is slowly… fading away. I remember, vaguely, That long ago, someone used to call me ‘Angel’. But as I spread my arms I realise That my wings are broken. And I fall.

31 Aug 2003, 04:13	#164
The Flying Mouse Armed ba$tard and Jo's other half. Join Date: 06.08.2002 Location: In the middle of nowhere near the end of the line. Posts: 16,104	Trust. I come home leaving behind a hostile world. I hang my blooded sword on the rusty nail behind the door. I allow myself to drift into sleep in you're presence. And trust you not to slit my throat in sleep.

31 Aug 2003, 11:48	#165
Bren The Bat Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Roosting on a Silver-Black Phantom Bike. Posts: 10,017	Nice poem Wild Honey and Mousie, nice to see you posting here Bren

31 Aug 2003, 17:02	#167
Wild_Honey Super Loafer Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Windeck, Germany Posts: 606	HOME My home is in your heart. Where would I go, And what would I do, If you someday locked the door? My comfort lies in your arms. Tell me, would I break And would I cry all day If you didn’t hold me any more? My happiness is your smile. I wonder, would I be sad And without a laughter If you didn’t smile at me any more? My life is in your hands. And it would be useless And so empty If you dropped me...

31 Aug 2003, 18:06	#168
Bren The Bat Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Roosting on a Silver-Black Phantom Bike. Posts: 10,017	Beautiful poem Wild Honey, specially like last verse Bren

31 Aug 2003, 19:19	#169
Wild_Honey Super Loafer Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Windeck, Germany Posts: 606	Thank you Bren.

31 Aug 2003, 21:46	#170
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Hello. I'm back. Lot of activity here lately, good to see it. WH's recent postings are among her best. Well done. Here's something a little more lighthearted than my usual stuff: A perfect evening spoiled Eloquence escapes me tonight Yet in spite of all the shame You're calling out my name In a window-washer, wishy washy way Turn the ocean hue Tangled up in blue The moon arises high Above the city A power found in Love We walk off hand in glove And the singers feed the ducks In Bath.

01 Sep 2003, 12:35	#171
Tim The Butcher Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Westervoort, The Netherlands Posts: 10,321	Nice poems again. Very good.

01 Sep 2003, 16:35	#172
Bren The Bat Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Roosting on a Silver-Black Phantom Bike. Posts: 10,017	Stone The silence hangs heavy as stone. No words of comfort slice the atmosphere. No touch, no look, no smile, only a brittle silence that tears and divides. The gulf made greater by hurt feelings. Words remain unsaid. Feelings slide inward. Tears held back. Thoughts in turmoil running through my head. The atmosphere as brittle as glass cuts like a knife in to the heart. Cold fingers of hopelessness curl round my heart Feeling utterly alone. Why can't you see i am not made of stone? Thoughts now in confusion fly needing solitude and a place to hide. Needing to have the freedom to cry Needing a friend yet needing to be alone As all my tomorrow's turn colder than stone.

01 Sep 2003, 17:24	#173
Tim The Butcher Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Westervoort, The Netherlands Posts: 10,321	A totally different poem bren then your last one, but also a beauty. My god... we have some great righters here on the site. I wish i could write so beautifull..... Thanks,,... cause i love them all.

01 Sep 2003, 19:09	#174
Rob The Badger Too sexy for this post Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Manchester, UK Posts: 2,895	Bren. That was just RAW. Well done. . .It's very good. Here's an offering. . . WARNING Please do not read this poem if you are easily offended by references to deviant sexual activity. Sorry to be a downer but people flamed me for posting this on another forum. This is a poem that I find very close to me, the subject matter is quite garing, and if you get it, please note that by no means do I engage in or condone the activities herein. Thank you. I am now, tomorrow and always will be waiting for you below the sea "Give us this day our daily bread" Shot to death in the future head I was never And never will be Fighting for, our love For me "Give us the ring and I will wed" Hail To The Chief. . . and on he led So soon you see We cannot be Buried Deep Below the sea "Giving me head on the unmade bed" Shot to death And there he bled Led in bed She turned and said "Have the fishes all been fed" I said: "Tho talkest passing strange, sire" And she just smiled and . . . Turned away by my mothers hand I knew it was wrong oh, I know it's wrong But it seemed so right At the time Enveloped by my sisters hand, Oh she cares for me, you see But as I led on the unmade bed I was shot to death in the future head.

01 Sep 2003, 21:06	#175
dottie queen post- whore extraordinaire Join Date: 29.01.2003 Location: Still Rockin' at "72" Posts: 13,181	Wonderful work Eyeore, and everyone else who posts on here