Our little Poets...

[Bren]

Thanks Tim,
Thanks Eyeore


Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Here comes the Lord
All dressed in black
The question that he asks
Oh I really don’t know
And I really don’t care
But it seems they do

Oh!
Spin the doctor!
spin the doctor!

Sign of the times
sign of the times
”Oh it’s too hard!
I resign. . .”

Death for no reason
That’s murder sire!
And you’ll know it
Soon enough. . .

Leading man up on the plate
Oh,
After a while
He’s likely to grate. . .
And I won’t vote for him. . .
The lying ~~~~~~~. . .

[Em]

I've enjoyed reading the last few pages of this topic. Thanks Bren, Wild Honey and Eyeore. Nice poems, particularly like Stone.

[Bren]

Many thanks EM
Bit different this time..

In love songs
to show the depth
of someone's love,
They swear to climb high mountains
or even them remove.
To swim the deepest oceans
To cross the raging flood.
and swear to walk through fire
as proof of their love.
But,
all the proof you need
of mine
is there in my eyes
just look.
It would not mean
i loved you more
if i took
the moon and stars
from the sky.
I cannot swear to you
that i
would any of these do,
much as i love you.
I couldn't climb the highest mountain
or cross the desert plain.
But then again...
i know
that should the need arise
i'd lay down my life for you
and never think twice.



Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Thanx EM.

Bren, I notice your recent offerings have been quite a lot more blunt than your others. I like them.

The stars are falling out of the sky
It seems that I'm living some terrible lie
And I once had a dream
that sombody loved me. . .
(I never really woke up)

The funny thing is. . .
Well, it's not that funny actually. . .

I'd been taught how to dance
And a flickering glance
Was all the sign I needed

So we gave it a go
Through the high
(and the low)

But you never really showed it to me,
did you?

So now there's a real
lack of spice in my life
But I'm alright, mother
I'm a big boy now. . .

Oh, but that can't be true,
'Cos big boys don't cry
I dunno. . .

Oh, you delicate
china doll
at least we tried. . .

I tried my best
And I'd like a gold star
for my efforts. . .

Oh, but that won't ever happen. . .

[heat]

I've never posted on this topic before, but i just wanted to post a poem that's very close to my heart. I find this one always brings me strength and reassurance. Hope you like it.


When Tomorrow Starts Without Me.


When tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes, all filled with tears for me,
I wish so much you wouldn't cry, the way you did today,
While thinking of the many things we didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me, as much as I love you,
And each time that you think of me, I know you miss me too.
But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name, and took me by the hand.
And said my place was ready, in heaven, far above,
And that I had to leave behind all those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye,
For my life had not long started, and I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for, so much to learn and do,
It seemed almost impossible, that I was leaving you.
I thought of all the times to come, the good one's and the bad,
I thought of all the love we'd share, it made me feel so sad.
If I could spend just one day, or even a little while,
I'd tell you how I love you, and I'd show you my big smile.
But then I fully realised, that this could never be,
For emptiness and memories would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven's gates, I felt so much at home,
When God looked down and smiled at me, upon his golden throne.
'This is eternity' He said, 'and all I've promised you,
Today for life on earth is passed, but here it starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last,
And since each day's the same day, there's no longing for the past.
My child, you were so special, I had to set you free,
So won't you take my loving hand, and share my life with me?'
So when tomorrow starts without me Mummy, don't think we're far apart,
For every time you think of me, I'm right here, in your heart.

[Bren]

Originally Posted by Eyeore

Bren, I notice your recent offerings have been quite a lot more blunt than your others. I like them.

Thanks Eyeore
it depends what mood i'm in when i write them...the more unhappy/depressed i am the more, as you put it, "blunt" they are.The recent offerings, have been written recently. Some of the others i've posted were written several years ago.

Like the poem,Eyeore

Hello Heat nice to see you visiting here

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Cool, nice to see you Heat. Good words.

Another (I'm writing all these at the time of posting)

The band I'm writing for made me their lead singer when I wrote them this. :) So yay! In a rock band.
It's from an album we're recording called "Mediocre Cigarette Smoker", enjoy!


Seasons are no good to me
Because they're all the same
With different names
Nothing changes
not even me

Different places
But they all look much the same
The terraced house
The black cemetary
Where yellow roses grow

I was looking for
A different life
(A supreme loss of tact)
But all I got was my own
Re-packaged
With a bonus track

(Oh. . . and a sticker)

Regurgitated
Reverberated
Is all it is to me. . .
But it was so much to him

On on on on
on the ferris wheel we go
on on on on

Speak and spell speak and spell
Oh

The hilly hills are green
The wishy water's blue
There's a gap of white
'Tween the floorboards and the sky

Oh. . .

Speak . . .

[meshurp]

greetings people, Eyeore your song is really pretty, the last verse in particular is very beautifully crafted! I wish i had your skill.

Wild Honey your resent poems are really moving, they make you think.


Keeper of our lives

No matter how the world
May turn about you
Nor strange things
Pass you by
You sit
You think
Your eyes are full of sadness
As you contemplate
Our lives
You see all we are
Not we think we see
When mirrored
In anothers eyes we look
And you feel pain

Your pensive gaze
Never wavers
Your head upon our hands
You see our flaws
For flawed we are
We spread upon the Earth
Warping nature
Destroying all we cannot have
Just to find a way
To mend who we are

You see this
And you weep
You weep to ease the pain
We do not know we feel
For you are the keeper of our lies

Mee

[Rob The Badger]

Thanx Meshurp. I'm nowhere near skilled in the conventional sense, say like Bren. I tend to use very simple language in a (hopefully) complex way. I try to say things people know, but just don't think to say. I hope this is conveyed.
The last verse is intended to show the view of the world though a child's eyes i.e. In a child's painting, water is blue, grass is bright green, and there's a gap between the ground an the sky. I just used floorboards because I prefer the brown and white image to the green and white one. It seems less bleak to me.
The whole poem is about song is about the loss of that feeling of wonder we experience, so the last verse acts as a longing to get it back.
I like your poem as well. Spoke to me, I particularly like the line "We do not know we feel". Very nice. :)
Sorry to rant on. So I might as well post a quickie:

I am the ugliest man alive
And I hurt, I hurt deep down inside
I hate the world and all things in it
But most of all I hate myself

So there!
I told you
I'm not fine
I'm worse
Much worse
And worst of all
I don't want to know. . .

[dottie]

Oh Heat, that is a very profound piece of verse, so sad, I could feel every word of it, do you know where it originates from?

[Rob The Badger]

Dottie, When Tomorrow Starts Without Me was written by David M. Romano. Though I believe the line with Mummy in, is an edit in Heat's version.

[heat]

Originally Posted by Eyeore

Dottie, When Tomorrow Starts Without Me was written by David M. Romano. Though I believe the line with Mummy in, is an edit in Heat's version.

Thanks Eyeore, I actually had no idea at all where it came from, a friend of mine emailed it to me.

[Bren]

Originally Posted by Eyeore

I was looking for
A different life
(A supreme loss of tact)
But all I got was my own
Re-packaged
With a bonus track

The hilly hills are green
The wishy water's blue
There's a gap of white
'Tween the floorboards and the sky

.
.[/i]

Love this one Eyeore, particularly the two verses i quoted above.I love that last verse, agree with Meshurp on that."There's a gap of white 'tween the floorboards and the sky"love that line....just brilliant Eyeore.Keep writing them, because i really enjoy reading them

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Thank you Bren. It's much appreciated.

[Rob The Badger]

You've killed me
Oh, it must be nigh on
Twenty times now
You've loved me
(Or said you have)
Nigh on never

Will you ever. . .?
No, stupid question. . .

I've loved you
God. . .
Oh I love you with all I have
I'll run
But it grabs me back every time
You grab me back every time
(And you don't even know it)

I long to tell you how much I love you
But you've heard it all before
And it doesn't mean all that it used to

Why am I so naive to think
That you of all people
Could bare to look at me
The way I look at you
(Or you look at him)
Ever again. . .?

And you know I cry myself to sleep
Every night. . .
Oh you know, I die in my sleep
Every night of the week. . .
Oh. .

[Wild_Honey]

...Awesome and great works again, guys. And Eyeore, your latter one touched my heart deeply, as it's something all too familiar for me... Thank you for sharing it!

[Rob The Badger]

Thank you WH. It's a very personal, a very real poem for me at the moment. So, I needed a vent I guess.

[Em]

Enjoy reading your contributions Eyeore......the last two have been very good...hope you keep on posting here. Feel i ought to contribute but am not in the right frame of mind to write anything at present..... but I do enjoy reading this topic.

[Rob The Badger]

I said something wrong again
So they grabbed my hands
Snapped them behind my back
A sheet of butchered facts
Is all they have against me

My cotton thread arms
Are hung limp on a cross
The blood from my veins
Well, it's no real loss. . .

But it's only a metaphor dear. . .

Everything I say;
Well you can't be listening can you?

I've tripped and stumbled
But I haven't fallen yet
And I'll be damned if I go down
Without blood on my hands
And I'll be damned if I'll let you do the talking

And with all your talk, they'll never care
They still put a match in Joan Of Arc's hair. . .

P.S. Thanks EM, hope this was as good as the last two. And please post something, I'd love to read it.

[Bren]

Great Eyeore, and the previous poem was so full of feeling...so sad

Bren

[dottie]

Eyeore - You bring the words to life.... thank you

[Rob The Badger]

Dottie, that was a really nice compliment. :) Thank you too Bren.
I'll post something I write today later, I can't find it just yet. lol.

[Rob The Badger]

Two today, aren't you lucky. . .

All this life is clogging my veins
The sky seems black and scarred
And just like, the old city lanes
The hum of rust and clogged drains
Is causing my ears to bleed

I ran the length of England
From sea to whining sea
And the girls who live in Finland
Mean so much more to me

Red brick
Burned wick
Dog's lick
Bones under the table
(Then you kick it when it falls down)

I swam the ocean
(or the local swimming pool)
And It was more evil
Than I ever could've imagined

And still
I see the golden country
And long to lie there
But. . .
I'll never walk again


Dance

You asked for a lot
I gave it a shot
But I never wanted much from you

I never asked for money
Or for you to treat me right
I only ever wanted to dance with you

You left me alone
We split on the phone
And you never gave me a chance to heal

I never asked for love
Or for you to sleep with me
I only ever wanted to dance with you

So now it's the knife
That'll put an end to my life
And I'll probably never see you again

I never asked for anything
Because I never wanted anything
I just wanted, only once, to dance with you

[Wild_Honey]

I really love your poems, Eyeore.