Our little Poets...

[Rob The Badger]

It really means a lot that you guys like these poems. Thanks for the support. So, for you people, an Exclusive. This is a lyric from our album (M.C.S.).
This one's for you guys:

Shine on the light
On the day of the dawn
On, on, on
On, on, on
Oh. . .
Speak to me
Will we ever grow up?
No, this is all we'll ever get
Turn on your side and say:
"Burn me to the ground
I don't want to face the world
Anymore!"

"But you live the life an angel every day
Why the tears every night?"

Oh. . .
Oh, oh lalala

By the light of the moon
I will sing you every song
That's ever been written and ever will
So turns your ears to me
And I'll whisper in your ear
Things you never thought I could say

Shine on the light of the dawn everyday!
SUNRISE TURNS THE TEARDROPS GOLD!
OH NANANA!

[Rob The Badger]

If I were a better man
I'd call it quits now
But I'm not
I am weak
And meek
And I shall inherit the world

I'm poor
So give us your money!
I won't keep it myself
I swear
I'm sure I'd feel more fulfilled
Giving it away on a stupidly large cheque
To some old child or other. . .

I'll buy an island
Somewhere in the pacific
Somewhere near Fiji
to be quite specific

I'll buy a yacht
"You'll buy a what!?"
A yacht, you see
Oh, how dreadfully vulgar. . .

But then you see,
With all my wealth
I'd put my health
Upon the shelf
And life is killing me. . .
Oh. . .

[Rob The Badger]

Bump

[White of High]

I was disappeared in some weeks but at now I'd like to say:

The lines with Joan of Arc are good. But where do you know her hair from?

[Rob The Badger]

I said her hair because it rhymed! And I thought it was a humerous note to end on.
So, on to another of my little musings (I'll bet you're bored of 'em now huh? )

Hanging from the gallows tree
Is the broken shape of a memory
Sun sets grey
And fades away
The church bells all toll none
The burning pyre is deathly cold
And you must be looking very old
Tonight. . .

So sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
And I'll dream of you
But you'll never dream of me
You see. . .

I loved you
And you killed me once
So I said:
"Never again
Never again"
But I did. . .
And you broke my legs this time. . .

The nights are getting colder
And I'm growing so much older
And now I'm dead. . .
But you still don't love me. . .
But I do. . .

[dottie]

Never, ever get bored Eyeore reading your poetry

[Rob The Badger]

cheers!

[Bren]

Originally Posted by Eyeore

So, on to another of my little musings (I'll bet you're bored of 'em now huh? )

No way Eyeore,love reading them......keep writing them

Bren

[Wild_Honey]

Originally Posted by Bren The Bat

No way Eyeore,love reading them......keep writing them

Bren

I completely agree, Bren!!!

[Rob The Badger]

Hey! It's some Godawful poem I wrote last week, found it in my notepad just now, and seeing as I have writers block I thought I'd post this poorly expressed social commentary. Enjoy!
MAUDLIN GARDENS

Outside the old house
With the window;
The one with the wooden boards
It cannot shield the view of raging hordes
Of children with blood in their eyes
Who taunt the girls of virgin cries
In the rain soaked glowing awe
At the gates of Maudlin Gardens

All the music in the world
Cannot save the lonely ghouls
Who burn the flags and skip the schools
But it doesn't matter,
Because they'll die soon enough
Just for being so bloody rough
And then their mothers will wonder why
And they might just cry
(But I doubt it)

Sycophantic lacky's cry
"Murder 'im!"
And he does. . .
And the hills are alive with evil cries
As the blood is spilt
In the flowerbed of Maudlin Gardens

[dottie]

Oh! Eyeore I just love Maudlin Gardens, I'm reading Vampires into it I've probably got it all wrong, but still

[Rob The Badger]

Vampires eh? Not the original intention but when it comes to it it's open to interpretation. :)

[Rob The Badger]

Please. Someone else post a poem. It's turning itnto Eyeore's poetry corner! :P

[dottie]

My interpretation 'It cannot shield the view of raging hordes
of children with blood in their eyes.
Who taunt the girls of virgin cries'
'Cannot save the lonely ghouls '
'The hills are alive with evil cries
as blood is spilt'

or maybe just plain old 'mob rule'

I always find it interesting to interpret poems, I look at things in a total illogical way sometimes. But eyeore I love to read your poems, I think you are very talented :)

[Rob The Badger]

Can't help it. Inspiration hits and I have to write something.
And now for something completely different.


Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss,
The morning dew
I don't wish this
On any of you

So don't work here
You get paid that much anyway

Miss, miss, miss, miss
I missed again
This, this, this, this
This law is broken

Tie me to a rock
And throw me overboard.

[dottie]

Eyeore this is your corner - too rightly so..............

[The Archangel Gabriel]

Eyeore wouldst thou mind if this angel decended upon your corner?
here is a quiet musing of mine

Faded Wings

The last angel
Folds his faded wings
There is nothing left on earth
He cannot sing

He bows his head
His world lies bleak and crumbling
Our faith has faded
Flown away by the winds
That whistle passed our eyes

Man follows man
Humanity has no hands
Dull leaves falling fly
Like the pieces of our lives

The angels voice has gone
Hopes gentle tune ne'er to rain
Peace upon our lives

His wings brush silvered dust
That litters the corridors of our mind
He knows our ways
He knows despair

We turn to face the world
Thinking man is mighty
He turns his back
And slowly fades away
As our hearts lie blind

Gabriel

[Rob The Badger]

That's a very nice poem there Gabriel. I like that one quite a lot! More poetic than mine . Anyway, may I hazard a guess that it's about loss of faith? (of humanity) rather than a tale?

[dottie]

Well Gabriel looks like your out of a job after reading your poem, but seriously a very commendable effort

[meshurp]

Eyeore it may be your corner but it is a beautiful place.
Gabriel your poem is full of feeling.


this is one of two poems that i have written that actually rhyme.

Dragon

No matter what the feeling
Deep down in our hearts

A dragon lies slumbering
Waiting in the dark

In a pool of malice
Wallowing in our fears

Cruel and unforgiving
Its ugly head it rears

A tiny spark of hatred
Is gleeming in its eye

Stirring up our pain
Lighting fire that will not die

Into a rage of fury
Bursting forth in flames

Tearing out our heart strings
Burning in our veins

Its thirst for power endless
It bends us to its will

We are but slaves
Its wishes we fullfill

Dragons dancing tumbling
Through the sunset sky

Laughing ever taunting
Daring us to fly...

Mee

[Rob The Badger]

Good stuff again from Meshurp. I've always liked your stuff. Very poetic, in the real sense. Something I can't quite master

Here's an effort though

I am the Lord of the Flies
I got here because of all the lies
And I'll sentence you to en early grave
Just because of the way you behave

Now who's affraid of the big bad wolf?
I know I am
So who stands up to the big bad wolf?
Sam (I think it was. . . )

These are but contemptable lies
You're all a bunch of scrawny flies!
And as much as you scratch and itch
You'll end up burning in a ditch
(for your "crimes")

Son, you'll never be King
But you may make paperclips someday. . . .


P.S. Wasn't very poetic was it?
lol

[meshurp]

Thank you Eyeore!

Your poems are poetic in the real sense not mine, you write poems about things yet you put feeling and meaning in to them. you make people think, you capture a thought and all that comes with that, make it beautifull and share it with the world.

now this is something i cannot master and i envy you, i write because i need to put down what im feeling thats not proper poetry. so thank you for liking what i say, but you are the true poet and i admire you work greatly and will say as i have on many occations i can only wish i had you talent. so thank you for letting me read you poetry!!

[Rob The Badger]

Meshurp, I'm honoured. Maybe Im just one of those overly modest people who don't think they're any good. Oh well. And I think that poetry is about writing how you feel as much as it is about anything else.

I try to write about people, not myself. I try to write, as I've said before, in really simple language, but make it interesting; this must work if you all like my stuff so much. I think this comes from my English literature classes, when the teacher would, in my view, over-analyse poetry. So I tried to make my poetry as easy as possible to understand, this also limits the chances of misinterpretation, but leaves room for personal relevence. Well, that's what I hope for. Glad you enjoy them, and thanks for the support.

Here's another.

There are a few people in the world
Who I'd never want to harm
I'd never think of pricking their finger
Or breaking their nose
And I'll hold them always
In my hand
In my heart
It really doesn't matter
As long as they're near me

Whether friends or lovers,
Sisters or brothers
I'll love them all
And I'll try to love them better
Each and every day
In my own special way

But you;
You're different
I'll love you forever
And another lifetime after
You're there
That's all you are
I'd never even touch you
Because it'd hurt you so
(But it doesn't mean
I don't want to touch you)
But I love you.
I love you.
And then,
You know what?
I love you more.

[Wild_Honey]

Guys, guess we could just agree on the fact that you ALL write great poetry!?

[Rob The Badger]

Sounds ok to me!