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Odetta
05-25-2007, 06:47 AM
OK, THIS thread is for a basic Poetry circle...

Very few rules... create a poem based on a subject. GO NUTS! When people get bored and want to change the subject, go ahead. Just make sure you leave time to let everyone post on the subject at hand before changing it!


Here we go! Let's start with a little controversy, shall we? ;)


GOD

John Blaze
05-25-2007, 11:16 AM
God Smiles

Sometimes its hard,
to wake up in the morning
my head crazy with its dreaming,
too many demons screaming
and too many haters scheming
while I'm pleading God for my redeeming
Jehovah please, offer me your counsel,
a chance to please my momma
and her hopes for me fulfill
while I steal
a spin at life's fortune wheel
does my future hold love and peace?
or hate and strife?
death at an early age?
or kids and a lovely wife?

I know Jesus Walks,
but I hope God Smiles down on me
I've tested too much suffering
and miles I've walked of this misery
so I lay me down on bended knee
and crying I send up my plea
for Him to send me blessings
and once again make me shout with glee
able to act my age again
remove from these humbled shoulders
the ugly sin
and give me love within
so mote it be
to the devil's chagrin
let him lose
like when he went to Georgia with a violin
but no matter what, in the end
even if jaded I remain
I thank God for waking me today
for even pain and rain has its fruitful gain.

i was listening to some Tupac, and this popped into my head. Hope you guys like it.

Jon
05-26-2007, 01:34 AM
GOD



"Damn it", Is that the rest of your name?

Did you send your son for fame?

Or was his purpose to die for our shame?

His death rent the veil in two.

long after Lucifer's attempted coup.


Many seek your son, many deny his blood.

Many claim a love too great for such a flood.

Two cities, caught up in desire.

Felt your wrath of brimstone and fire.

But where do you and I stand sir?

I will always know when my heart begins to stir.

Your angels watch over children and fools.

Your commandments, far more than rules.

I know your son will not long tarry.

your mighty sword cannot be evaded with a simple parry.

You showed John what may be the end.

I can only hope, at that time, you take me up with your mighty wind.

I see that you let all men die, save two.

I pray that I am chosen when my time is due.

Odetta
05-26-2007, 07:54 AM
those are both interesting poems.... I liked them!

OchrisO
05-26-2007, 07:49 PM
A short one in free verse.


I do not see God in much these days
But I see her in your lovely face
In the soft contours of your jaw
In the spark of your deep blue eyes
And the playful smirk of your lips
I see, love, hope, redemption and life
If that isn’t God, I don’t know what is.

Odetta
05-27-2007, 02:26 PM
very nice, sir!

Jon
05-29-2007, 10:18 PM
OchrisO...That was a great one!!!

Matt
06-01-2007, 02:33 PM
These poems are beautiful. I'll try...

You see me, but I don't see you
you are of my mind, I am of your body
you are forever, I am finite.

I question, you don't answer
I pray and you don't listen
I cry and you don't care.

The world dies under your watch
the universe lives under your watch
do you think of me?
Am I insignifigant...?
You don't answer

Frunobulax
06-01-2007, 11:25 PM
Vom Himmel Gott

GOTT IM HIMMEL!!
Vom himmel hoch.
Ad hoch.
We look for Him. It. She. He. None. All.
A man once said,
God is a place you will wait for the rest of your life.
Was he right about Him?
Or is God innate in us all
A change like spring, fall?
Omnipotent feelings
Rise through the ceilings
Towards the heavenly spheres
Bearing the weight of knowledge.

The_Nameless
06-02-2007, 11:45 AM
Matt. I enjoyed your poem very much. I like how it illustartes the feeling of futility when it comes to asking higher powers sometimes give you.
I am not sure if it is just me, but I felt some anger and frustration between these lines.

Fruno. Your poems never cease to amaze me. I think the main reason for this is because I never know what to expect. Your style is unique and I enjoy the rhyming schmes you come up with.

Matt
06-02-2007, 02:10 PM
Thank you Nameless. That is exactly what I was trying to convey with the poem. :blush:

The uselessness of asking the question coupled with the need to know.

The_Nameless
06-02-2007, 04:22 PM
Transitory lives constructed around faint notions of humanity.
Prattling off false demands, we believe we have reached out and touched you.
Boldly we march; bravely we will fall.
Who is right? Who has the right to dictate salvation?
I will ask the questions to reach devinity.

Shepards blindly guide us through the land,
Projecting the befitting manner of the flock.
To the cliff we march, jumping without inticement.
Ever desperate to reach salvation, no one speaks up.
Reaching out for the aid, I fall short of the hand.

Comfortably we descend into perdition.
Believing the best, they no longer see doom.
The words of the shepard advise us along.
I cannot decipher the same meaning.
On the behest of our spiritual leader, they do not demur.
All the while we miss the way to delverance's admission.

Frunobulax
06-02-2007, 08:43 PM
I prefer your take to mine, Daniel. Working in a shepherd into the God discussion is a nice touch/integration, and the last stanza nails the overall theme perfectly.

Jon
06-12-2007, 10:00 PM
I KNOW about shepherds!!!!!

Frunobulax
06-12-2007, 10:49 PM
:lol:

Jon
06-12-2007, 11:12 PM
When do we get a new subject????

Frunobulax
06-12-2007, 11:17 PM
Not soon enough.

Odetta
06-13-2007, 06:11 AM
OK... new subject...


War

Frunobulax
06-13-2007, 07:58 AM
Rotary Dials the Tone
A faint beep of warning--
The tone of the shoreline came like fog in a harbor, which it was.
Sunlight broke the morning
And revealed the bodies on the sand.
Sensations of deep yearning
As birds.fled.from the corpses.

John Blaze
06-14-2007, 10:26 PM
i wrote one but it sucked balls. so i deleted it.
i'll try again later

Jon
06-15-2007, 07:36 PM
I shall ponder this when I have less homework.

Odetta
06-26-2007, 06:28 AM
bump... c'mon... there has to be more poetry on WAR...


or do we want a different subject?

Jean
06-26-2007, 06:32 AM
maybe we should wait a little. Inspiration might yet come.

The_Nameless
07-04-2007, 12:36 AM
Yes; please wait a little longer.

I have been attempting to form something, but my mind just hasn't been cooperating with poetry lately.

I have an idea in the thoughts, brewing something, hopefully.

Odetta
07-04-2007, 07:37 AM
no problem

Darkthoughts
07-12-2007, 12:09 PM
War of words,
Sticks and stones.
Throwing punches,
Breaking bones.

Warring lovers,
Kiss and tell.
Breaking hearts,
Innocence fell.

Wars of nations,
Wars of tribes,
Playing with each others lives.
Peace goes to its passive war,
Is fighting all man's for?

Odetta
07-12-2007, 01:47 PM
thank you, darkthoughts... nice to see some action in here!

Darkthoughts
07-12-2007, 01:56 PM
No worries - I posted it off the top of my head which is why its a little dodgy...but yeah, this thread deserves bumping ;)

Frunobulax
07-12-2007, 04:12 PM
Thank god--I was feeling lonely here.

Odetta
07-12-2007, 09:03 PM
OK, I'm gonna give it one more week... then a new topic.

The_Nameless
07-13-2007, 03:58 PM
The blood pools in the gutters,
running in streams in the streets.
Under the word of our leader, we push forward.
Battling for our land, our home.
Marching head first into defeat.

Bodies lay stacked in the fields,
the reminders of our actions.
Bullets riddle the enemy.
We will push on,
freedom our attraction.

War has ravaged our land,
defiled our beliefs.
We are the benefactors of violence.
We have changed fundamentally.
Our inhibitions lie with the leaves.

War has ended, our battle is complete.
We collect our dead, travel onward to home.
The fallen's families are informed, leaving many heartbroken.
The survivors try to continue with their former lives,
feeling isolated and alone.

Defintely not one of my best.

OchrisO
08-02-2007, 09:13 PM
I finally wrote a war poem after sitting and thinking about the movie Apocalypse Now earlier today. I'm still not sure how I feel about this poem, but I will post it anyway.


I love the smell of napalm in the morning!
Americans hear that line and we laugh
We laugh because we do not know the smell
Have never had an Apocalypse Now.

We have never smelled our loved ones burning
Have never seen it out side of our door
We laugh because war is not real to us
Were it, how could we ever send our young?

Napalm has never smelled like victory
It smells like corporate greed and old money
It smells like death and suffering for naught
It smells like innocent children burning

Sitting in comfortable America
Will we ever really understand war?
I don’t really think that we ever can
Until we smell napalm outside our doors.

Odetta
08-04-2007, 04:01 PM
thanks for the poems! I want this thread to continue!


How about a new subject?


death

Jon
08-14-2007, 11:23 PM
Is this all?

It’s not what I expected.

I heard the call

I had always assumed I’d be rejected

What now? Another life?


What of my son and wife?

Is that me below?

A man in a suit I don’t even know

A tube in my arm, blood flows out

In goes a preservative no doubt

Days later, all gather

They reminisce and weep, not party like I’d rather.

I in my Sunday best.

Mother, weeping, holds me to her breast

Just as she did when I came into this world

My white flag of surrender unfurled

The grim reaper screams by

So this is what it is like to die?

Just darkness? Where is the bright light?

It seems I went quietly into that dark night.

Transported, then hoisted down

Am I no longer a proper noun?

I guess I’ll lay here and await a rebirth

The faint sounds of shoveled earth.

Darkthoughts
08-15-2007, 05:57 AM
Thats great! Very powerful, I like your angle on it too.

Odetta
08-15-2007, 06:45 AM
I really liked it as well!

Jean
08-15-2007, 07:13 AM
A man in a suit I don’t even know

here's one of those lines which for some reason resound in the reader's head and stay with him for ever

Frunobulax
08-15-2007, 07:42 PM
Even now as my specter lingers,
Venturing to unknown light or dark,
Everything reminds me of how
Right and wrong I may have been to
You.
The faces and memories
Have prices too high for me to bear, and
I must retreat now to what may come.
Now I rise,
Great light and song reaching heads above me.
What voices ring! O!
All there is is beauty
Settling as a choppy sea might with oil.
Bearing northward to what is unknown,
Each moment an eternity
All folding over one another.
Ululating gently,
Tongues creating
Interesting and drawing sounds.
Fruits of love and labor.
Underneath, a bleaker
Landscape cracks and crumbles
As if it has too much stress or dry as a desert dweller's lips.
Now a visage of beauty
Dawns upon mine eyes.
Not my Beatrice? Maybe...
O image of love and light, mia vita nuova
To me come and give unto me that truth which you
Hold in your bosom or deny
It to my unreadier and uneasy mind,
Now the choice is yours.
Granted, this could be
Hallucinations to my oxygen deprived mind....but the
Unrelenting goodness and accepting feelings
Release a gram of truth ringing contrary to this...and now I realise that
Time is up for all eventually.

Darkthoughts
08-16-2007, 04:15 AM
:thumbsup: I was having a conversation with some friends last night about what we thought happened at/after death...reading your poem was all the more succinct for that this morning.

Frunobulax
08-16-2007, 10:52 AM
:D
Hopefully the message within doesn't get lost.

Jon
08-22-2007, 09:59 PM
Matt...I am so jealous. I wish I could write in such a manner. I love it sir!

Jon
08-22-2007, 10:04 PM
A man in a suit I don’t even know

here's one of those lines which for some reason resound in the reader's head and stay with him for ever



Funny...as the writer "faint sounds of shovled Earth" struck me more...so final.

Jon
08-22-2007, 10:04 PM
Have we a new subject yet Mod?

Frunobulax
08-22-2007, 10:17 PM
Matt...I am so jealous. I wish I could write in such a manner. I love it sir!

:blush:
I just write what comes. Never intended to impress. Thanks a lot, Jon. That compliment means a great deal.

Jon
08-23-2007, 10:47 PM
Matt I just hope you understand the jealousy is out of respect.

Frunobulax
08-24-2007, 09:01 AM
I understand now.

Jon
09-01-2007, 12:08 PM
More death now?

Or new?

May a member submit more than one for a given subject?

Jean
09-01-2007, 09:40 PM
yes, please!

Odetta
09-02-2007, 05:03 PM
yes, let's leave death for awhile, we need more poems first...

feel free to write as many as you wish!

Frunobulax
09-04-2007, 08:08 PM
Une Plus De Fois
Polymorphic light erupts and spews
Let it ring the sombre news
For one more monkey's gone to see
What is beyond this coil of you and me.
Reproduce for D-N-A.
Pass it on, or so they say.
It could be bullshit,
Just a reason to hit
It.

Jean
09-04-2007, 09:57 PM
is the French syntax mangled on purpose in the title?

Frunobulax
09-04-2007, 10:02 PM
Yes it is, Jean. I purposely chose a random translation website, because I knew it would mangle the translation for me. It's a bit of a joke to all Francophones.

Jean
09-04-2007, 10:06 PM
Good. I thought as much. I like it.

Frunobulax
09-04-2007, 10:12 PM
I'm surprised you like it. For a poem about death that segues into a poem about sex using modern vernacular, and referencing no fewer than five different things, I guess it's not too bad.

Jon
09-20-2007, 09:29 PM
Yes it is, Jean. I purposely chose a random translation website, because I knew it would mangle the translation for me. It's a bit of a joke to all Francophones.


Francophones...is that a new band?

Jean
09-20-2007, 10:05 PM
it's the title of a porn you once saw, Jon.

how about posting another poem on death?

Jon
09-20-2007, 10:21 PM
Well...look at the three word poetry circle.

Jon
09-20-2007, 11:09 PM
Well I'll try here. I'll tie this one with the one in the "Three words" circle.


It was just words on paper to most, a mortal command

Years of appeals and this reality I had to withstand

I walk alone despite the priest and guard

All a result of a treacherous canard

Slowly we walk, shackles drag

once proud, hopeful shoulders now sag

We are here now, the infamous strapped bed

We are all the same to her, from the Crip to the skinhead

She does not distinguish the the murderous from the falsely implicated

I lie down , not a guilty one, but placed by those hard-hearted and jaded

I was only six you see I tried to end my life too.

But the police made a miraculous rescue

Yes, I DID cut the brake lines, but the things they did to me

I didn't want to kill or die, I just didn't want to BE!

A needle into my vein

I try one last time to explain

a saline solution begins, this helps the poison flow

Such a healthy substance for death to follow

The color in the tube begins to change, a chance for my last words

"I was six and abused you bastards!"

Slowly I go calm then numb

"Has the Governor called madam?"

slipping away, I wonder if when every man dies

He sees his father's lifeless eyes.

The curve, the cliff, the terrible crashing sound

Then what I thought would be my last bound

The misfortune of landing right by my dead father

The rescue squad, why did they bother

My last thought as I slip into Hell

The rescue a waste, the result is the same, except for years in a cell.

Jon
09-20-2007, 11:12 PM
Is it ok if I combine this poem with an other of mine and place in my personal poem thread?

Jean
09-20-2007, 11:14 PM
pperfectly ok, as I said here (http://www.thedarktower.org/palaver/showpost.php?p=38710&postcount=79)

Jon
09-27-2007, 09:43 PM
The fool runs in fear over a cliff

The moments falling, he remembers every lie, every scam

All seem a world away but yet his fear makes him stiff

What fool could be driven to death by a gentle beast?

A blow to his pride for sure.

No one will know what drove him over at least.

And Doctor after doctor could find no cure.

This is how his illusion ends.

Driven by his own demons, no matter the form.

If you had observed, you would have heard when his mental grip portends,

and seen the signs of the impending violent storm

Ground closing fast, but still time for resignation.

One last thought.

One last hope for salvation

One last chance to find the answer so sought.

It’s over now, Terrestrial collision

Sadly, this tortured soul found no resolution

Did this mind lack strength, or vision?

Sadly, everyday many souls chose this solution


http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a58/jonbug/CliffOutcrop-m.jpg

Odetta
09-28-2007, 06:30 AM
Great! Really enjoyed the picture with the poem... gave me the right perspective to read it.

The_Nameless
10-04-2007, 12:21 PM
It seems I have missed quite a bit in my long absence.

Jon
10-04-2007, 11:10 PM
I respectfully request a new subject.

Odetta
10-05-2007, 06:31 AM
You are respectfully granted a new subject!


let's see what you all do with...




FOOD!

Frunobulax
10-08-2007, 02:42 PM
Weroksljfbs [We're ox-life jabs]
Sickening gluttony as my kidneys explode.
That sickening scent of salt burning and the steak comes on a plate as big as my head.
72 ounces. Overdose.
Drugs, food, seratonin, dopamine, chemicals and drugs all.
Quilted napkins greet my sauced mouth hole.
Finally the purge comes and I walk out onto the runway.
---------------------------

Jon
10-08-2007, 09:15 PM
The sicking thud of that final, gut busting BBQ rib.

The crying, hungry baby across the world in her crib.

The guilt, the gluttony, can never be assuaged.

The starving child's mother would be enraged.

All the food for some, must seem to her a sin.

as she saw the future heart attack victim wipe his chin.

ladysai
10-10-2007, 07:19 AM
Man cannot live by bread alone,
so we've been told.
Yet, our souls can be nourished at mealtimes,
just as it can while we sit in church pews.

Find joy at your table!
If you merely knaw the sweet corncob,
you'll miss the flavor of long summer days,
vast fields of green basking in the bright sunlight,
a smell of warm earth carried on a breeze.

Will you wolf down that pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving,
(to catch the second half of a football game)
and loose the taste of this year coming to a close?
That subtle spice of reaping what was sown,
the bounty of a harvest,
and a satisfied feeling of a task well done.

Don't dare tip that oyster shell to swallow it's treasure!
Chew the mussel, and it will tell your tongue of the tides,
salt-tinged, ever in motion, and predictable as the moonrise.

And that humble can of tuna fish...give it its due credit!
Within you'll find the texture of the open ocean,
it's great unknown depths, an endless horizon,
and the freedom of boundless motion.

Savor the tastes of creation's blessings...
don't settle for filling that hole in your belly.
:)

Jon
10-10-2007, 08:08 PM
I LOVE that Ladysai!!!!!!!!!!

ladysai
10-11-2007, 03:48 AM
Thanks, Jon!
:D

Jon
10-14-2007, 11:00 PM
Beans beans; the musical fruit...


(I think this one has been done Jon.)

Thanks Walt.

Jon
10-14-2007, 11:01 PM
Hey...that brings up a question dear Mod.

Must the word "food" appear in the poem or can it just be about a food?

Jean
10-14-2007, 11:05 PM
This Poetry Circle is about subject rather than words; thus, the word food doesn't have to appear, but the poem must be explicitly, unambiguously dedicated to food - a beefsteak casually mentioned won't do.

Frunobulax
10-14-2007, 11:16 PM
Oh shitcakes. I'm not too good at that whole explicit thing in terms of subject....

Jean
10-14-2007, 11:24 PM
referring to poetry, this word doesn't mean the same as it would in the context of, say, amending the Constitution. So fear not. Vague or paradoxical may be as explicit as listing items of a restaurant menue, provided food is there, in whatever form.

Frunobulax
10-14-2007, 11:28 PM
Phew.
OK. Works for me.

Odetta
10-15-2007, 06:31 AM
Hey...that brings up a question dear Mod.

Must the word "food" appear in the poem or can it just be about a food?


This Poetry Circle is about subject rather than words; thus, the word food doesn't have to appear, but the poem must be explicitly, unambiguously dedicated to food - a beefsteak casually mentioned won't do.

that is right... use the word if you must, but the subject should be the theme of your poem.

Odetta
11-15-2007, 07:46 AM
OK... new subject...

RAIN

Jon
11-30-2007, 01:52 AM
I whip and flow on the wind.

Eventually I find a dirty friend.

We join and gather until the eventual end.

The wind in our collective face.

We fall as if in a race.

Slipping down

We hit the ground or my brother.

all together,we shape our mother.

Odetta
11-30-2007, 07:33 AM
I really like it, Jon! :wub:

Jon
12-04-2007, 12:53 AM
Thank you former Redton member. :D

Odetta
12-04-2007, 07:31 AM
;)

Armand St Pierre
12-16-2007, 02:38 AM
of rising and falling
of giving no thanks
of asking and dancing
of recanting too late
of breathing for you
of breathing for me
of asking no nothing
of just being free
of light and of wind
of hubris unfound
of lightly so slightly
of life on the ground
of sky and
of sea
of falling and rising and
of all what you see

this breathing
this movement
above all is me

Frunobulax
12-18-2007, 12:22 PM
Plurr
Forsaking the sky for warmer grounds,
We fall in suicide missions
Downward spirals of kamikaze flights.
Either freeze or splat,
We die when we're born
From gray and white.
And now all we feel is the grit of sand,
Tread upon as some animal.

Armand St Pierre
12-18-2007, 01:36 PM
carried along through varied forms
whose implicit needs are met always
by complicit acquiescence through
all movement no pain is alloted
although consciousness is here
slow and rhythmic stretching past
and through and into and onto
No facade could conceive such
willful resonance crying out
life and always and now and
grow

Steve
12-21-2007, 12:43 PM
biting at my nape
my naked arms
shelter is a waste of time
so I stand out here in the rain
feeling my skin go numb
no one speaks
only the rain speaks
only the rain can be heard
slamming down on my head
veils of rain
welters of mud
orgy of self-abuse

Jon
12-30-2007, 02:47 AM
The irony that we

collect in oceans, my brothers and me.

We relentlessly pound the beachs and make sand,

the dominant component of what we avoid, the arid desert land

Jon
12-30-2007, 02:52 AM
of rising and falling
of giving no thanks
of asking and dancing
of recanting too late
of breathing for you
of breathing for me
of asking no nothing
of just being free
of light and of wind
of hubris unfound
of lightly so slightly
of life on the ground
of sky and
of sea
of falling and rising and
of all what you see

this breathing
this movement
above all is me


Man I love this poem! I even am a fan of the style. I love writing in this style but find it difficult to not go off track. You did it so well!

Odetta
12-30-2007, 03:24 PM
wow! Some great poems!

Jon
12-31-2007, 01:41 AM
Thank you Ma'am.

Jean
01-15-2008, 11:42 AM
al'Lan Mandragoran: thank you for a great poem! http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k291/mishemplushem/Facilitation/bear_thumb.gif
can you, however, choose another topic now? this isn't quite for this forum (we try not to touch upon the DT categories here http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k291/mishemplushem/Facilitation/bear_sad.gif)

Frunobulax
01-15-2008, 08:08 PM
Jump feather.

Light [in any and all forms]

Frunobulax
01-15-2008, 08:15 PM
Surrounding Resounding
Dimly lit by the internal halogens of life
Your face has the glow of youth,
The sprightly con vivo of gab and expression.
So full and so grand,
My eyes move not from your light.
And you speak in a thousand tongues of one language.
And you speak in a thousand words of one meaning.
And you blink a thousand times in one millisecond.
And you blink a thousand other moments and whens off in a nanopartial.
Let me gaze,
Let my eyes graze,
Please let me look,
Let me forever monument in memory so sweet.
Let me see.
Let me see.
Let me, please.
As you turn to look, you again speak,
I see the words falling from your light,
From your lips so gentle and so loving.
And you spoke in one hundred different tongues of one language.
And you spoke of one hundred different words all meaning on thing.
And you saw one thousand images refracting into me.
And you saw one hundred thousand particles floating there.
Each word you spoke sounded as a hautboy.
So loud, yet so soft.
Each syllable surrounding, resounding
Within my ears and within my spine.
Be here when I wake, be here when I move.
Your face intensified in that halogen of multiplying, living, glowing cells.
All I heard was the simplicity.

Armand St Pierre
01-15-2008, 09:04 PM
I see the callused feet of the singer
and know right as he tells his tale
of life growing in the concrete
that those feet were mine
walking along summers and summers ago
with an ambivolent grandmother waiting
with apple pie and grandpa's sunfish catch

those days whisper to me in startling blasts of color
what would you trade for that
or the countless but still too few
days and moments of highlighted
importance

I find these things in the light
even when it seems that there is none

ATG
01-15-2008, 09:29 PM
Nice work.

Armand St Pierre
02-11-2008, 09:16 PM
Five and two is despised but obeyed
Persisting through any deviated displays
This is a calming
A force through which holes are dug
That lead back again
On forced ego re-entry
through dreams that are more
thick than they are thin
(but 7 is calling12....and 12 is calling 7)
so that's it You're not out or in
plagiarizing prescriptions for paper heaven
all the while scraping about
through naughty corporate capers
And although the light of the tv
is lodged beneath your mind
the thought that you'd see me
or even another of your kind
Is out of the question
It's not even a question
It's more of a nod to a set up We had long ago
but not in this 5 and 2 land Scripted picture show

Jean
03-24-2008, 12:44 AM
The subject of light is still on.

http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k291/mishemplushem/Facilitation/0134-bear.gif

ladysai
03-30-2008, 02:56 PM
light

leaping out of darkness
into wide eyes
graceful spectrum
holds our attention
til sunset brings darkness again

Jon
03-31-2008, 05:17 AM
Whiskey Light




Intense for your equatorial sisters, durable for your northern brothers then disappear



Bathing brothers in glory and abandoning for half the year.



Never absence complete, a dark sky dotted with bright points



Like an overused dartboard at one of those redneck whiskey joints

dark_hour
03-31-2008, 05:24 AM
Shine

The Blazing heat burned my desire,
A tyrannical reign on that midnight fire,
The o so innocent past, - gone,
In the summer could never last long.

The autumn leaves have fallen, fell,
So clique this silent hell,
And with the tears, and yet more fears,
I felt the days turn into years.

The ice, rain, love and pain,
A freezing window, a frozen heart,
The gifts were given, now it’s back to the start.

Red blossoms everywhere - ice begins to melt,
Those feelings once more - seemingly felt,
It is a secret, a secret desire,
That I may some day return to that fire.

ladysai
05-08-2008, 06:49 AM
No posts on 'light' for awhile...
may we have another subject, Jean?
Pretty please?

Jean
05-08-2008, 11:16 PM
yes, sure! it's you who should offer one now, though http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k291/mishemplushem/Facilitation/bear_wink-1.gif

ladysai
05-09-2008, 03:53 AM
Thanks, Jean!
(I love the winking bear icon!)
OK...
let's see what we can do with
rain.
:)

ladysai
05-28-2008, 08:27 AM
~downpour~

manifest in range
from hurricane to soft dew
gifts of life and death
brought with equal measure
yet,
always I will love the rain

masked in cold as snow,
caught in the raging torrent;
nature's heart remains

see all it's faces
know of it's heartbreak and joy...
life's circle of tears

mallory
05-28-2008, 12:03 PM
that was really good..very good writing dear

Frunobulax
05-28-2008, 12:43 PM
Mellifluous Misery
Flicker, flack, plink,
The small torrent coming down on me makes so many sounds of the same kind.
The offspring of clouds sing solemnly on the tin roof shield.
I don't want to be cold, I want warmth,
To be warm to be here to be now.
Rain's dissolution in the sun resolves this.
But until that moment I wait.

ladysai
05-28-2008, 06:38 PM
I love that first line, Fruno...
very much the sounds of rain on tin.
And I never would have thought of those words to describe those sounds.
Sorry you dont find anything but misery in the rain, though. :(

Frunobulax
05-28-2008, 06:38 PM
Hardly--I love the rain! Seriously. My poems rarely draw from person experience.

ladysai
05-28-2008, 06:51 PM
Never from personal experience?
...
What perspective do you write from, then?

ladysai
05-28-2008, 06:54 PM
that was really good..very good writing dear

Thanks much! :)

Frunobulax
05-28-2008, 07:00 PM
I write from a perspective that is contrary to my own. The only things that come from my perspective are really old poems and about 1/10 of my current output.

ladysai
05-28-2008, 07:16 PM
Oh.
So, do you choose to oppose your own perspective as a challenge, or do you find it easier to write as an opponent?
Fascinating perspective, regardless.

Frunobulax
05-28-2008, 07:21 PM
I find it easier to think from the view of an opponent.

ladysai
05-28-2008, 07:23 PM
Gotcha.
Thanks for answering all my nosy questions. :)

Frunobulax
05-28-2008, 08:43 PM
I don't mind. It's fun to discuss the process.

The Lady of Shadows
07-18-2008, 10:05 PM
what's the topic?

Jean
07-18-2008, 10:14 PM
rain

The Lady of Shadows
07-18-2008, 10:23 PM
still? it's been rain for two months and no one has written on it. i vote that you as the bear and librarian get to pick a new subject.

Jon
07-18-2008, 10:33 PM
I didn't write because I thought RAIN had already been used and I wanted to give others a shot at the subject. (TRANSLATION: I used up all my material on the last one.)

Jean
07-18-2008, 10:43 PM
ok

let it be mercury, then

Jon
07-18-2008, 10:46 PM
The planet, the element or the God?

Jean
07-18-2008, 10:51 PM
any, the late Freddie including

Jon
07-19-2008, 03:53 AM
I forgot about Freddie.



Working on the element right now.

Jon
07-19-2008, 05:25 AM
A Small Fee


Safe and sound in his happy home
Little Matthew in a modern world of polyurethane foam
In the car and off to the doctor for a modest fee
Inoculations for terrible diseases that haunt humanity
5 shots seems like a lot but they didn’t hurt too much
A small price to pay to prevent measles, mumps and such
A week goes by and Matthew’s world atrophies
More time, then one day his body begins to seize
Head banging, hand flapping what caused this disease?
Toe walking, diarrhea, tantrums nothing could appease
Those shots, merely a coincidence? What was in the vial?
Matthew’s Mom had heard of Mercury in shots the doctor had nothing but denial
5 in one day, it was too much. Can a little body take so much at a time?
Injecting our babies with Mercury. Are we insane?
What’s next? Using Plutonium to cure back pain?





http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/merc.jpg

http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/mercurytox.jpg

http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/Mercurypte.jpg

http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/MercuryPoisoning.jpg

The Lady of Shadows
07-20-2008, 12:45 PM
wow.

cozener
07-20-2008, 05:31 PM
Fuckin' A, Jon. Fuckin' A.

William50
07-20-2008, 05:38 PM
Fuckin' A, Jon. Fuckin' A.

I have a perfect smiley for that! http://www.mysmiley.net/imgs/smile/mad/mad0233.gif (http://www.mysmiley.net)

ladysai
07-21-2008, 12:54 PM
Excellent poem, Jon.
Evocative is the best word I can find to describe it's effect.
Well done!

Jon
07-24-2008, 01:37 AM
Thank you folks.

Though I am not sure what William's post means. LOL

The Lady of Shadows
08-02-2008, 12:54 AM
*edited by user*

LadyHitchhiker
08-02-2008, 06:25 PM
that poem ran with a tune in my head...

Jon
08-03-2008, 09:05 PM
Ok I must do a haiku since someone else did.

I have tried to cover as many "Mercurys" that I could in a haiku.




First stone from the sun

Rising, rising, hot as hell

‘cos we will rock you!

Jean
08-03-2008, 09:55 PM
perfect!

Jon
08-04-2008, 08:23 PM
I just hated using 'cos."

Odetta
12-08-2008, 07:53 AM
Time for a poetry thread bump!

New theme...

WINTER or FESTIVE

Jon
12-09-2008, 12:38 PM
Time for a poetry thread bump!

New theme...

WINTER or FESTIVE


Thank you again for breATHING LIFE INTO THIS BELOVED THREAD. pOEM OR FLOOD TONOGHT lol

Odetta
12-09-2008, 01:05 PM
:grouphug:

Jon
12-10-2008, 02:53 AM
The Valley Roars


The piano stands wounded

The old man sees the ivory missing from some keys

The finish worn, like the tires on a redneck’s truck.

Taking up space in this little house

The damned thing is likely out of tune

He doesn’t know, he doesn’t play

She played, but death took her from him, from the piano

The ratty instrument always reminds him of her

This makes him sad

It must go

Out the door

Off the porch and down the hill

The piano comes to rest

As midnight falls, so does the snow

Each flake pushing a key

A few more at the same time

A cord, in harmony

A soft tune begins

In rhythm, in harmony, on key

The sound so savory, so dolce

The cloud dumps more

A Crescendo begins

The snowflakes, the piano, the sleepy valley roars. Sforzando!

The snowflakes are now fewer

And slower

The tone softens

Only the animals can hear now

Soft single notes then…

A Fermata

A Fine

A Silent Night.




http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/Snowpaino.jpg

Odetta
12-10-2008, 07:31 AM
this is my favorite so far:rose:

flaggwalkstheline
12-10-2008, 09:33 AM
My mouth wrapped around it
Speared on a fork
Warm steak
Dead cow
Burned to not resemble its' original form as much as possible
I lick the salt and meat juice off lips
I wonder if this similar to the way a cannibal has oral sex
Swallowing flesh
If I had more self control
I would be a vegetarian
But I don't
So I remain a guilty carnivore

flaggwalkstheline
12-10-2008, 09:52 AM
I was going with the food one, guess i didnt read far enough
heres a winter festive one

Christmas morning
3 am
Snow on my boots
I walk the city alone
The only creature stirring
Santa Claus is leaving town
As am I
Though I'm not him
He dropped off all the bribes for good little christians
And left me without even the fossil fuel I thought I would get
And it's not because I'm a nonpracticing jew
Everyone knows santa is a good ol' boy pagan
Santa claus is leaving town
All I hear is the sound of my footsteps echoing in the night
The neon from nativity scenes has been left on
A hundred mangers lit up like las vegas brothel
Santa claus is leaving town
If I had had a chance to sit on his lap
I would have said
"santa can you send me a prostitute?"
and the crimson fatass would have responded
"Well I can't do that little boy, what if I try and find you real love instead?"
puh-leez
Everyone knows that the only reason shakespear murdered romeo n juliet is because if he hadn't they would have gotten fat, old and bitter ending with a nasty divorce in 30 years
him dying of heart disease in another ten and her from breast cancer
"so please saint nick, find it in your heart to play the pimp"

It it with these delightfully sick thoughts that I wander through the night
Sticking my thumb out to hopefully signal a car to stop
And take me somewhere
Far away from christmas morning

Jon
12-11-2008, 02:28 AM
Some how...I like that Flagg!

flaggwalkstheline
12-11-2008, 10:55 AM
thanks did u mean the food one or the "all i want for christmas is a dirty whore" poem?
Either way I pride myself on being a sick bastard, bukowski is one of my idols hee hee hee

Jon
12-12-2008, 12:29 AM
Oh "the dirty whore poem."

If you knew me you wouldn't have to ask LOL

I'm sick too but its usually jokes about burning nuns or orphans with terrible diseases.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
12-12-2008, 03:09 AM
Winter
A poem brought to you by Browning's Childe

Fuck me.
Its cold.


The end

flaggwalkstheline
12-14-2008, 09:48 PM
hee hee hee hee

thats my patented "youngest filthy old man on the planet snicker" and it doesnt transalate as well on the internet as it does vocally but the above poem warrants it

Jon
12-14-2008, 10:19 PM
http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/winter.jpg

(http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/winter.jpg)

BROWNINGS CHILDE
12-14-2008, 10:31 PM
And there it is again, I just barely recovered from seeing this pic on the weather page Jon. Now, I have to go wipe the snot off my shirt.......Again.

Jon
12-16-2008, 12:27 AM
:cool:

BROWNINGS CHILDE
01-11-2009, 05:00 PM
A man in a suit I don’t even know

here's one of those lines which for some reason resound in the reader's head and stay with him for ever



Funny...as the writer "faint sounds of shovled Earth" struck me more...so final.

going through this thread and reading all the stuff "before my time".

I was most struck by the line " Am I no longer a proper noun?"
I thought this was genius.
Am I now only a "body", and not a "Jon" or "Jerry" or "Jeremy"?
Very insightful.
I thought the fact that it was made a question was excellent as well.
Instead of "I am no longer a proper noun."
This lends credibility to the bewilderment of death. Seems death is a surprise to the deceased.
Also, as a question, it seems to abstractly reinforce the idea that the dead have no control, even enough to make a statement.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
01-11-2009, 06:23 PM
Unwanted Perseverence

The old man stretches deeply,
And winces at the pain.
It seems there's always more of it,
Around this time of year.

He gazes out the window,
At snow drifts on the pane,
And at her cold and empty seat,
And wishes she was here.

All his friends are gone now.
He wants for them in vain.
No children had his wife and he.
His eyes welled up with tears.

No festive smells came from his stove.
No wreaths or candy canes.
Only he and his empty home,
Nothing left for him is here.

If only he could be with her,
He'd open up a vein,
And let his life bleed out of him.
The dark could claim his fear.

But that he knows he cannot do.
She wouldn't want that way.
Someday he'll join her after life.
Till then, he'll persevere.

flaggwalkstheline
01-12-2009, 06:23 AM
I wake up in the morning half-asleep
Convinced that the sound of police sirens is the sound of air-raid sirens
And when I realize that its just another petty criminal and not the big one
I'm dissapointed

Jon
01-12-2009, 08:58 AM
"And when I realize that its just another petty criminal and not the big one."

I like this line!

Jon
01-12-2009, 09:10 AM
My mouth wrapped around it
Speared on a fork
Warm steak
Dead cow
Burned to not resemble its' original form as much as possible
I lick the salt and meat juice off lips
I wonder if this similar to the way a cannibal has oral sex
Swallowing flesh
If I had more self control
I would be a vegetarian
But I don't
So I remain a guilty carnivore


This is why I am a fan of your works. The confidence to use humor but a true poet in general.

Jon
01-12-2009, 09:13 AM
A man in a suit I don’t even know

here's one of those lines which for some reason resound in the reader's head and stay with him for ever



Funny...as the writer "faint sounds of shovled Earth" struck me more...so final.

going through this thread and reading all the stuff "before my time".

I was most struck by the line " Am I no longer a proper noun?"
I thought this was genius.
Am I now only a "body", and not a "Jon" or "Jerry" or "Jeremy"?
Very insightful.
I thought the fact that it was made a question was excellent as well.
Instead of "I am no longer a proper noun."
This lends credibility to the bewilderment of death. Seems death is a surprise to the deceased.
Also, as a question, it seems to abstractly reinforce the idea that the dead have no control, even enough to make a statement.


I just read this. Thank you!

Shoot me a PM sometime. About anything.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
01-12-2009, 06:31 PM
Any more "winter" thoughts or can we give this thread a bump?

flaggwalkstheline
01-12-2009, 07:03 PM
can we pick a new topic yet?
if so I would like to volunteer one:
Fingertips

BROWNINGS CHILDE
01-12-2009, 11:16 PM
Pesky Prints
Traitorous little ridges,
Betraying me with every thing I touch,
Been with me since birth,
And yet, no loyalty.
Better to burn them off
Then do the time for the crime.

flaggwalkstheline
01-13-2009, 08:37 AM
My hands
Only know how to to do simple things
And I think its a shame the way
My fingertips like to touch everything they come near like little bloodhounds
Yet still can't play the piano

alinda
01-13-2009, 08:51 AM
In my dreams we're holding hands
our fingers dancing in the dark,
in small circles around and then
we're off... like a run in the park.:wtf:

BlainetheMono
01-13-2009, 09:59 AM
Shiny eyes
and kissing lips
thoughts of you lead to
reaching fingertips

a knowing look
a playful touch
your silly face always
gives away the hunch

tonight I'll be your Superman
and I'll stop that speeding train
you could be my damsel in distress
you could be my Lois Lane

CaptainTrips
01-19-2009, 12:44 AM
Macabre
I've always loved that word
with a sound quick and cutting like the blade
of executioner's ax,slicing through the
soft flesh at the nape of the neck
It comes from the lips with smoothness like
hemlock sliding down your throat.
Thw word brings to mind the heart beating under
the flooorboards
or
the sound of the raven saying, "Nevermore".
It's been used in modern times to describe
imaginary fiends with names like Freddy and Jason
but also real likfe fiends with names like Dahmer,Gayce, and Manson, proving that it's
not things that go bump in the night we should
be afraid of, it's the evil in men's souls.

AlishaRiley
02-09-2009, 09:14 AM
My hands
Only know how to to do simple things
And I think its a shame the way
My fingertips like to touch everything they come near like little bloodhounds
Yet still can't play the piano

This is lovely. :clap:

Frunobulax
02-10-2009, 12:30 PM
I'm having a heart attack...I don't understand you, I just don't understand you...
I kid I kid. I could just type out They Might Be Giants songs (IE the great Fingertips)...but I digress.

_
Pads of ridged fleshy appendages feel blindly in a bag
Pull out the knife from my back
Insert it again into my ribs
Pull out and extrude my duodenum
Pull the knife out of my side
Replace with a thorn
Chips on my shoulders weigh me down on my northern passage
Fleshy pads with ridges caress your face gently and you put the knife back into the holster
And your fingertips feel like acid
Beautiful and caustic
Burn away the years of
Burned away the years
Take the knife and put it back in my back
Back where it should be
I like the feeling

Odetta
02-11-2009, 06:59 AM
great poems, everyone!

Jon
02-12-2009, 09:51 PM
My hands
Only know how to to do simple things
And I think its a shame the way
My fingertips like to touch everything they come near like little bloodhounds
Yet still can't play the piano


"like little bloodhounds"

It's lines like this that make me your fan!

Jon
02-12-2009, 09:58 PM
Near

Tickle the ivory

Caress the ebony

Oh what a multicultural mistress have I

An awesome G-string

With her top propped up

A glass bowl near by

Where she guards my fingers’ tips.



http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/untitled-1.jpg

Odetta
05-01-2009, 06:40 AM
New subject...


blood

Nerak
05-01-2009, 04:18 PM
Blood

The heat
The fire
The warmth
The vividness
The desire
The blood

Odetta
05-02-2009, 09:05 PM
I likey!

Jon
05-05-2009, 12:36 AM
The Dance



A stare across the crowded dance floor

A shy smile and a turn away, repeat anticipated

Confidence being amassed by both, nerves frazzled to the core

Who will make the first move in this dance of diffidence?

Slowly, she drifts to his side of the room

Her gown flowing across the dance floor

At his side now he can smell her perfume

“Care to dance?” asks he

With one quick motion, she grasps and bites his wrist

Suckling on his blood, she pauses, looks up

Her face in his, her lips and chin; red. Pain causing him to list

She says “No dice baby, you’re not my type.”





http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/825795.jpg

ladysai
05-06-2009, 03:36 AM
smell salt on the wind
hear cymbals crashing in waves
watch sun's waterplay
feel the vastness of Earth's time
the sea surges in our blood

http://stommel.tamu.edu/%7Ebaum/niftypix/chueh-weng.ocean-waves.jpg

Odetta
05-06-2009, 06:00 AM
:)

Gaberax
05-13-2009, 04:59 AM
Blood

I can hear you
Throbbing in my ears
Sluicing through your tangled circuit
Coursing in familiar channels
Your Sisyphean task
Delivering payloads
Of fresh oxygen
To ravenous, grateful lungs
Feeding and cleaning cells
Performing recurring maintenance checks
An intimate housemother
Refreshing, repairing, rejecting, renewing
A presupposing samsara
Effected with enlightened precision
Set to the sound
Of a measured beat

BROWNINGS CHILDE
05-14-2009, 07:53 PM
Wow Gabe, I really like this one alot. Have you gotten the writing bug recently or what?

Jon
05-14-2009, 08:02 PM
We can only hope he has.

Gaberax
05-15-2009, 04:08 AM
Wow Gabe, I really like this one alot. Have you gotten the writing bug recently or what?

Thank you, Browning's_Childe. Blame Jon! :lol: I had my nose stuck in Riddles all my life. I was walking around looking at everything like a possible riddle. Now I walk around looking at everything like a possible riddle or a possible poem. :wtf:

Jean
05-15-2009, 04:21 AM
bears hope that soon it will evolve into looking at everything as a possible King-related post, discussion of things and other things, or a fottergraf of yourself

LadyHitchhiker
05-15-2009, 05:10 AM
Blood

the taste of warm copper pours into my mouth
I lick my fangs
and scream out loud
I offer no thanks
for the cost of living forever
my impulses to which I give in
to always at the edge of my tether
I want to quit
I want to stop
But I need this to subsist
Either way I flop
I succumb
again and again
metallic sweetness on my tongue
again and again
sustaining my essence
Fed, yet empty I lurk away
a shadowy presence
to escape the upcoming brightness of day

Jon
05-15-2009, 07:50 PM
Blood

the taste of warm copper pours into my mouth
I lick my fangs
and scream out loud
I offer no thanks
for the cost of living forever
my impulses to which I give in
to always at the edge of my tether
I want to quit
I want to stop
But I need this to subsist
Either way I flop
I succumb
again and again
metallic sweetness on my tongue
again and again
sustaining my essence
Fed, yet empty I lurk away
a shadowy presence
to escape the upcoming brightness of day



I KNEW it!

I KNEW it!

LadyHitchhiker
05-16-2009, 02:46 PM
Does that mean you likey?

Jon
05-18-2009, 05:28 AM
It means I now have confirmation that you are a Vamp!

(and, yes, I like it!)

candy
05-26-2009, 09:32 AM
My god what had happened, what had it all been about
I watched in silence as the blood flowed out

My finger tips played with the edge of the knife
It had come to this, I’ve taken a life

I go outside and bath in the sun
It hurts inside to think what I’ve done

I lie down in a thickening pool of blood
Mixing so freely with the dirt and the mud

A life ended so easily in the blink of an eye,
I’m just going to lie here, while I wait to die

Frunobulax
05-26-2009, 11:11 PM
Litmus 1.5
Great equalizer, roll on back
Unsheathe thine weapon'ry
Slice my belly, seppuku.
I wrote my death poem.
The sea of crimson truth pours out in a trickle
A flood
A torrent
A downpour of essence.
And now I see the equalizer.
Unsheathe thine words, writ'r.
Cut my head off, beheader.
The blood is a reminder.
The blood is truth.
The blood is a reminder.
My blood is truth.
Has what you don't.
Needs what you give.
My blood is the equalizer.
Copper filled flavor fills my cavities.
And the sticky sweet saturation of it permeates my breath.
The blood is a reminder.
The blood is the truth.
You are only what you think you see until you bleed.

LadyHitchhiker
10-20-2009, 01:50 PM
Internal bleeding
I can't heal if I keep bleeding.
It's internal so you can't see.
I'm bleeding
out my essence
bleeding
out the presence
of me in my life.
The knife
loses feeling
in my hand
as I watch me ooze
back into the land.
The booze
and lack of me
makes me feel
as if I will be
soon whole, reunited.
The fight it
will be soon over.
And now I am much
colder
I've lost my touch.
I didn't realize I could ever bleed this much.

Odetta
10-21-2009, 06:04 AM
thanks for reviving the thread, my dear...

your doublemint gum is in the mail ;)

LadyHitchhiker
10-21-2009, 08:09 AM
:excited: :excited: :excited:

DOUBLEMINT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SQUEEWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

:huglove: :drool:

LadyHitchhiker
10-21-2009, 08:13 AM
Doublemint
your minty goodness
fills my mouth. Innint
it great to have something in this mess
of a world that works to help me to not
chew on my lips in stress?
Unfortunately it will probably make my teeth rot
but who really needs teeth
when you can for sure
pay money
to get dentures??????

Odetta
10-22-2009, 07:08 AM
:lol:

LadyHitchhiker
10-22-2009, 01:59 PM
You inspire me, Odetta...

now are we supposed to be going on with some theme, still, or should we start a new string of three inspirational words?

Jean
10-22-2009, 11:44 PM
it's the subject thread

I think you should offer a subject! http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k291/mishemplushem/Facilitation/0134-bear.gifhttp://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k291/mishemplushem/Facilitation/0134-bear.gifhttp://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k291/mishemplushem/Facilitation/0134-bear.gif

Odetta
10-23-2009, 06:06 AM
yes, lady... why don't you come up with a new subject for inspiration?

flaggwalkstheline
10-23-2009, 06:48 AM
umm I'll say the obvious one before anyone else does: chewing gum

Odetta
10-23-2009, 09:33 AM
brilliant...

we maybe could expand a little on it... how about gum or candy?

LadyHitchhiker
10-23-2009, 01:34 PM
Yum gum or candy sounds like a good one! :)

Jon
10-23-2009, 06:36 PM
I'm ON it!

candy
10-23-2009, 10:58 PM
Yum gum or candy sounds like a good one! :)

:rofl:i'm honoured:wtf::dance:

LadyHitchhiker
10-24-2009, 12:59 PM
;) Of course I thought of you! :)

Jean
10-25-2009, 12:14 AM
Yum gum or candy sounds like a good one! :)

:rofl:i'm honoured:wtf::dance:

http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k291/mishemplushem/Facilitation/bearmood_inlove.gif

LadyHitchhiker
10-25-2009, 07:07 AM
It doesn't matter how much I have of it
it's never enough.
I roll my body in it
my candy-coated love.
Saccharine support
the only thing that gets me through the day
I build myself a fort.
Sweetness chips at the pain.
Elated
To have found my candy.
Never sated.
Almost randy
for my candy-coated love.

Jon
10-25-2009, 09:24 PM
Good work.

Great imagery!

Jon
10-25-2009, 09:44 PM
God...I keep losing concentration. Two lines in and I lose the concept!!

LadyHitchhiker
10-26-2009, 04:47 PM
You can do it, Jon! :)

Jon
10-27-2009, 09:11 AM
Damn it!
Damn it!

Janet!
Janet!

My favorite song from the movie!

LadyHitchhiker
10-28-2009, 02:16 PM
I almost named Majel Janet because I love that movie so much, and I love that song so much, because then I could sing to her: "Dammitt! Janet! I love you....."

Odetta
10-29-2009, 06:07 AM
enough chatting, kiddoes!

more candy poetry, please!

darkrose
10-29-2009, 06:49 AM
my heart
erratic

beating
against
your palm

CANDY stains
and cigarettes ashes

i feel the madness
inside
your mouth

breakfast
in bed

you have
discovered
my addiction

darkrose
10-29-2009, 06:57 AM
im kind of inspired..
here's one more
--------------


You often chase love

in the series of those

cigarette butts

while mine lies

if not in the bottom

of this CANDY JAR

its inside your

bottomless mouth,

which i think slowly

kills us both…

Jean
10-30-2009, 12:00 AM
Congrats on your first publication in Bird&Bear, darkrose! You have now an entry in our Index (http://www.thedarktower.org/palaver/showthread.php?t=272)

darkrose
10-30-2009, 05:01 AM
Congrats on your first publication in Bird&Bear, darkrose! You have now an entry in our Index (http://www.thedarktower.org/palaver/showthread.php?t=272)

nice :)yey! thankee-sai :nana:

flaggwalkstheline
10-30-2009, 09:09 AM
They grind to powder between my molars
I like the way I have to be careful when unwrapping them so they don't fall out
At first they're sweet as plastic kisses
But after my fifth pack they burn my tongue
I keep unrolling and grinding the cylinders to dust
In the morning I'll probably regret
This smarties bender

Odetta
10-30-2009, 09:57 AM
:)

candy
10-31-2009, 04:33 AM
hurting teeth, hurting mind
damn that candy oh so fine
in my mouth i feel it melt
slip down my throat in one go
i sit and look at the empty bag
and feel empty inside.
need more sweets and candy too
chocolate, biscuits anything at all
watch out watch out i may eat you too:wtf:

flaggwalkstheline
10-31-2009, 06:06 AM
hurting teeth, hurting mind
damn that candy oh so fine
in my mouth i feel it melt
slip down my throat in one go
i sit and look at the empty bag
and feel empty inside.
need more sweets and candy too
chocolate, biscuits anything at all
watch out watch out i may eat you too:wtf:

:thumbsup: hell yeah

darkrose
10-31-2009, 06:39 AM
hurting teeth, hurting mind
damn that candy oh so fine
in my mouth i feel it melt
slip down my throat in one go
i sit and look at the empty bag
and feel empty inside.
need more sweets and candy too
chocolate, biscuits anything at all
watch out watch out i may eat you too:wtf:

luv it :cool:

Brice
10-31-2009, 07:25 AM
hurting teeth, hurting mind
damn that candy oh so fine
in my mouth i feel it melt
slip down my throat in one go
i sit and look at the empty bag
and feel empty inside.
need more sweets and candy too
chocolate, biscuits anything at all
watch out watch out i may eat you too:wtf:

takes on new meaning when we consider your name. :)

candy
10-31-2009, 09:52 AM
:evil: i know

Brice
11-01-2009, 05:27 AM
:huglove:

Gaberax
11-01-2009, 03:18 PM
Bonbon Holocaust

A quick glance round for confirmation
Of larceny without observation
My nimble fingers pry the lid
Where sweet, unattended treasure’s hid
The pungent fragrance hits the nose
And in the mouth saliva flows
In greedy, sinful anticipation
Of unbridled confectionery adoration.
Damn the doctor
Damn the waist
Damn the diet
I want that taste
Of heavenly chocolate
On my tongue
It’s too late now
The crime’s begun
Don’t bother me
Don’t be a pest
I’m starting up this
Chocolate-fest
My victims
Housed in paper cup
Fall one-by-one
As I unashamedly sup
On squares and rounds and shapes galore
First one, then two then more and more
Each offering up its tender flesh
So sweet, delectable and fresh
My feast continues unabated
Until, at last, my need’s been sated.
I snap out of my gluttonous fury
And focus eyes, dazed and blurry
One step above a sugar coma
Mouth guilty with the sweet aroma
The damage, total and complete
I’ve eaten every single treat!
I quickly cover up the scene
Where I exterminated children of the cacao bean
I can offer no defense,
There can be no excuse.
I’m going now to find myself
A comfy place to snooze.

Odetta
11-02-2009, 07:39 AM
:)

darkrose
11-04-2009, 04:27 AM
Bonbon Holocaust

A quick glance round for confirmation
Of larceny without observation
My nimble fingers pry the lid
Where sweet, unattended treasure’s hid
The pungent fragrance hits the nose
And in the mouth saliva flows
In greedy, sinful anticipation
Of unbridled confectionery adoration.
Damn the doctor
Damn the waist
Damn the diet
I want that taste
Of heavenly chocolate
On my tongue
It’s too late now
The crime’s begun
Don’t bother me
Don’t be a pest
I’m starting up this
Chocolate-fest
My victims
Housed in paper cup
Fall one-by-one
As I unashamedly sup
On squares and rounds and shapes galore
First one, then two then more and more
Each offering up its tender flesh
So sweet, delectable and fresh
My feast continues unabated
Until, at last, my need’s been sated.
I snap out of my gluttonous fury
And focus eyes, dazed and blurry
One step above a sugar coma
Mouth guilty with the sweet aroma
The damage, total and complete
I’ve eaten every single treat!
I quickly cover up the scene
Where I exterminated children of the cacao bean
I can offer no defense,
There can be no excuse.
I’m going now to find myself
A comfy place to snooze.

yummy!:drool:

BROWNINGS CHILDE
11-04-2009, 07:15 PM
Nice one Gabe, good to see something with a rhyming scheme from you. I like it.

Gaberax
11-05-2009, 06:23 AM
Nice one Gabe, good to see something with a rhyming scheme from you. I like it.

Thanks, Brownings_Childe. I don't really care much for rhyming verse, honestly. While it is a challenge to make the rhyme, it seems contrived to me.
But thank you for the compliment. :)

Jon
11-06-2009, 05:26 AM
Isn't all literature contrived, silly?

Gaberax
11-06-2009, 06:44 AM
Isn't all literature contrived, silly?

What I was trying (and miserably failing) to say is that my own rhyming poems sound contrived to myself. Chasing after a rhyme, I feel I sometimes mitigate the intent of the poem. :)

Jon
11-09-2009, 06:10 PM
Isn't all literature contrived, silly?

What I was trying (and miserably failing) to say is that my own rhyming poems sound contrived to myself. Chasing after a rhyme, I feel I sometimes mitigate the intent of the poem. :)



I understood fully. I was just busting your balls.

Gaberax
11-10-2009, 06:08 AM
Isn't all literature contrived, silly?

What I was trying (and miserably failing) to say is that my own rhyming poems sound contrived to myself. Chasing after a rhyme, I feel I sometimes mitigate the intent of the poem. :)



I understood fully. I was just busting your balls.

You and everyone else. I'm wondering what the world is gonna do when my balls are no longer available for busting. http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b230/Gaberax/KickBalls.gif

:)

Jon
11-10-2009, 04:47 PM
:wtf:

Jon
11-11-2009, 05:53 AM
The Golf Ball and the Garden Hose


It’s sticky as it shoots out of the tube

It dribbles down her chin onto her breasts

The man snaps picture after picture that leave many impressed

She reflects “It’s not as hard as sucking a golf ball through a garden hose.”

She pouts her coated lips in a sexy pose.

She smiles. Everyone likes icing I suppose.




http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/CakeFacedBride.jpg

Odetta
11-11-2009, 06:57 AM
:lol:

LadyHitchhiker
05-23-2011, 05:04 AM
Seeing as I think I dropped this whole thread by not coming up with a new topic, how about we do one on abuse?

LadyHitchhiker
05-23-2011, 05:11 AM
Light and Dark (5-18-2011)

I wasted eight and a half years with you.
Most of my twenties.
Isn't that enough time to try and help you?
Hasn't that been plenty?!?

After years of oppression
and years of control
I found the depression
and regained my soul.
How strange
to find
that such a change
in my mind
is what I would need
to find the strength to finally be me.

No more of telling me what to do
to tell me everything I do is wrong
of how to clean or how to screw;
From now on I can learn how to be strong.

Now I find love, affirming and real
from people who've always been there
no matter how I feel.
For some reason they still care
despite or because
of who I am
and I find their love.

I thought I knew what love was,
and I gave so much of my self away
I thought I knew what love was,
but despite my delusion, I've found it anyways.

The road still is not one of ease
despite the love I've found
but I can't lie that it doesn't please
me and help me to find ground.

Climbing higher, finding light
and dreaming in the dark
I find the will, the strength to fight
Though on my heart are left the marks.

And once in a while
I feel a smile
that is really me
I can regain me
I can reclaim me
I can be loved for me.

candy
05-23-2011, 05:15 AM
beautiful Liz, just beautiful. poetry can be healing sometimes :huglove:

LadyHitchhiker
05-23-2011, 08:17 AM
Grenade (5-23-11)
Take your dough, then I go, that's how I live
Oh, take, take, take it all because you always give
Had you sucked right in from the very first kiss
Because you were open, ha ha, you were open.

Took all that you had and I threw it in the trash
I tossed it in the trash, I did.
To give me all my love is all you ever asked
for but I have to be in command.

I'll launch a grenade at ya
Sharpen my blades on ya
Do anything to you honey
that you'll let me do to ya

I would lock you out in the rain
Save your body but hurt your brain
Yeah I will lie to you baby
Cuz it's all just a game
I know you won't do the same

No, no, no, no

Mr. Black beat you black, make you blue until you're numb
on the inside baby where it won't show outwards cuz you're so dumb
Mad woman, bad woman, that's just what you are, head
Rape you with a smile on my face; I'll rip the brakes out your car

Took all that you had and I threw it in the trash
I tossed it in the trash, I did.
To give me all my love is all you ever asked
for but I have to be in command.

I'll launch a grenade at ya
Sharpen my blades on ya
Do anything to you honey
that you'll let me do to ya

I would lock you out in the rain
Save your body but hurt your brain
Yeah I will lie to you baby
I know you won't do the same

If my place was on fire
Ooh, you'd come and put out the flames
I said I loved you, but I'm a liar
'Cause I never, ever, ever did, baby

But darling, I'll launch a grenade at ya
Sharpen my blades on ya
Do anything to you honey
that you'll let me do to ya

I would lock you out in the rain
Save your body but hurt your brain
Yeah I will lie to you baby
I know you won't do the same

No, you won't play the game
You wouldn't do the same
Ooh, you never play the game
No, no, no, no

LadyHitchhiker
05-24-2011, 01:36 PM
Hidden (5-24-11)
I hid it so well
This precious Hell
the abuse
I refused
to myself.

There's no one I tell all the darkness to
For I love them too much
If they knew all the darkness I'd been through
they'd be in prison for too heavy a touch

It seems surreal
what I've escaped
To learn to feel
again to tape
up the broken pieces
(where do I start?)
glue up the broken pieces
(where do I start?)
mend all the broken pieces
of my heart.

I hid it so well
this precious hell
I almost did lose
all of myself.

Why is there shame
still inside me?
Is it because I can only blame
myself for not leaving?
Is it because I allowed
all of this to happen; didn't write the right letter?
Is it because I couldn't ever go
and make it better?

I hid it so well
this precious hell
I even hid it
from myself.

flaggwalkstheline
05-24-2011, 04:32 PM
The Golf Ball and the Garden Hose


It’s sticky as it shoots out of the tube

It dribbles down her chin onto her breasts

The man snaps picture after picture that leave many impressed

She reflects “It’s not as hard as sucking a golf ball through a garden hose.”

She pouts her coated lips in a sexy pose.

She smiles. Everyone likes icing I suppose.




http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/CakeFacedBride.jpg

rapturously beautiful:excited:

Jon
05-24-2011, 05:26 PM
The Golf Ball and the Garden Hose


It’s sticky as it shoots out of the tube

It dribbles down her chin onto her breasts

The man snaps picture after picture that leave many impressed

She reflects “It’s not as hard as sucking a golf ball through a garden hose.”

She pouts her coated lips in a sexy pose.

She smiles. Everyone likes icing I suppose.




http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/CakeFacedBride.jpg

rapturously beautiful:excited:


I had forgotten about this one. Thanks. I need to put it in my thread.


And Liz, keep writing...it helps.

LadyHitchhiker
05-24-2011, 07:26 PM
Thanks so much Jon... :wub: Here's a new one:

Running, Wilted, Yet Hopeful (5-24-11)
I'm wilted.
He's jilted.
I have no preparation
for confrontation:
I feel an inch
of it and I flinch.
I can barely spit out his name.
I was never good at the game.
And now that I fell
I wonder how do I rise from Hell?
How do I look him in the face?
Sure, he didn't leave a trace
of evidence of physical harm;
all he did was use his charm
as a weapon to reel me under his spell.
I never knew that trying would ever be such Hell.

They stood by and watched me fall;
No urge to run, so I had to crawl.
Crawl out of the black hole -
the one that nearly ripped out my soul.
The past is past
and those who were steadfast
supporting me either way,
those are worth the crawl.. at least today.

So many shades of grey
So many words left to say.
So many things I have to hide
and so a bit dies inside.

So much left unsaid
So many thoughts that should be dead,
Circling round and round in my nodes
where they'll stop, who really knows?

This all seems surreal:
to actually be allowed to feel,
to be allowed to think,
and if I wanted to, I could drink.

Before I always felt like running away
but I kept on with my days.
I don't know how this will end
I can't pretend
to know how my life will go
but at least now
that I am gone,
I have the chance to, where I want to go.

LadyHitchhiker
05-24-2011, 07:32 PM
The Stand (5-24-11)

Since I know how low you can go
I wont let my anger show
You can't touch me, touch me, that I want you to know
Emotions trickle back, now I'm feeling so much more
You can't touch me, touch me, that I want you to know

Yes I've finally found a reason
to finally refuse
You don't get to use your hands
I don't want the abuse

Yes I've finally found a reason
to finally refuse
You don't get to use your hands
I don't want the abuse

You're always screaming at me
You can't touch me, touch me, that I want you to know
It never bothered you before
Now you stand and plead for more,
You can't touch me, touch me, that I want you to know

Yes I've finally found a reason
to finally refuse
You don't get to use your hands
I don't want the abuse

LadyHitchhiker
05-27-2011, 04:33 AM
Asshole (5-27-11)
I will not let you cripple me
I will not let you stifle me
I will not let you steal
or damage
any more pieces of me
I will regain my rage.
I will regain my heart.
I will regain love.
I will take back the cards.
I don't play games with love.
My love is mine to give or revoke freely.

Commanding - You have to be in charge
Demanding - I better do it your way or else
Again, commanding - Yes, Sarge
Manipulating - making me feel bad if I don't help
Honesty - you never gave me
Fidelity - was subjective to you
Comfort - you never gave to me
Patience - was impossible for you
Controlling - how dare I think for myself?
Rudeness - behind their back, because you're too much a coward to insult them to their face.
Unsupportive - how dare you want to watch me make something of myself?
Crudeness - because it's fun to watch me squirm and lose face.
Monogamy - you used for your convenience
Kindness - you used if it got you anything
Happiness - such an inconvenience
Anger - you owned that about everything
Jealousy - you owned about all positive matters of life
Selflessness - something you were devoid
Communication - why would you want to know what goes on in the heart of your wife?
Romance - you were too annoyed
Blaming - It's of course all my fault
Shaming - make me feel bad for being me
Brainwashing - make sure I think "right" about it all
Training - slowly losing each part of me
Using - what can you get from me?
Abusing - isn't it fun to hurt me?
Rape - I better give it to you when you want it, the way you want
Patronizing - you're just doing this because "you love me"
Insulting - you don't like me for who I am, of course you'll taunt
Punishing - again, just doing this because "you love me"
Trust - of course I'm supposed to trust you about everything
Pain - a tool in the game you used
Reality - is what you thrust over me about everything
Rage - a tool to keep me in fear, that you used
Faith - how can you believe in anything when you think the world is there to serve you?
How can you believe in anything when you think the whole world is out to hurt you?
How could I ever believe that I loved you?

Now I have a choice
to love who I want.
I can rejoice
in each day not hearing the taunts
It'll take a while to reset the programming
- Waiting for the other shoe to drop -
and the condemning
- I don't quite believe yet that it's stopped.
Not being punished for what I think or feel.
To be me again... is this real?
It's so surreal
having emotions
Learning to feel
And not worry about repercussions.
I've come a long way
but I still have a long way to go
until it's clear in my head
that I don't have to deal, with the asshole.

LadyHitchhiker
05-27-2011, 04:43 AM
Resignation (5-27-11)
I cringe when I hear your name
or when it crosses my lips
So I revert to calling you nicknames
whatever from my mouth slips.
Don't you know I'm not your slave anymore;
Not your dirty little whore?
Don't you know I don't have to be as brave anymore
Or tiptoe across the floor?
After living half a life
for so many years
I've resigned as being your wife;
I'm giving up the tears.

Jon
05-27-2011, 07:49 AM
Seeing as I think I dropped this whole thread by not coming up with a new topic, how about we do one on abuse?


Ok...I'll be in on this after I run a few errands...and write something. Anyone mind if I post a prewrite? It fits well.

Jean
05-27-2011, 09:29 AM
post away

LadyHitchhiker
05-27-2011, 10:03 AM
Seeing as I think I dropped this whole thread by not coming up with a new topic, how about we do one on abuse?


Ok...I'll be in on this after I run a few errands...and write something. Anyone mind if I post a prewrite? It fits well.

I pray you will share it! :)

candy
05-27-2011, 10:44 AM
Jon - post away please

Liz, i think your poems are amazin and I think you are showing and have shown incredible bravery :couple:

LadyHitchhiker
05-27-2011, 04:44 PM
Jon - post away please

Liz, i think your poems are amazin and I think you are showing and have shown incredible bravery :couple:

You are amazing, Candy. Thank you for your kind words. I guess I had to fall back on strength because I had nothing left once I got to the end with him. If it hadn't been to protect the cats, I would have stayed. Honestly, I stayed so long to try and protect them as well. I was worried that the stress of moving would make them too sick. And instead, they've flourished. They are happier, healthier, more personable, silkier, friendlier, cleaner versions of their old selves.

LadyHitchhiker
05-29-2011, 05:17 PM
Some from the Llamalady thread... seemed appropriate..

It Ends Tonight (5-18-11)

You're slowly
strangling me.
I can't explain it to myself at all.
And all my wants
And all my needs
All I want is love, that is all.

I can't keep breathing
My soul is grieving
for the time I should have left you alone.
A weight is lifted
on the evening
that I finally know.

When love turns into fright
It ends tonight
It ends tonight.

My heart's scarred
I fall out of love, into fear again
I can't explain what you won't hear again
The rage appears once again, and then the pain
You look at me with such disdain

I can't keep breathing
My soul is grieving
for the time I should have left you alone.
A weight is lifted
on the evening
that I finally know.

When love turns into fright
It ends tonight
It ends tonight.

My heart is tight, I need some light
It's too late for fright
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.

You tell people I've lost my mind.
It's better to be alone than to be by your side.
It's my fault you always lie.
It's better that I see everything about me that you despise.

All these hurts locked inside
And you're the only ones I show

When love turns into fright
It ends tonight
It ends tonight.
My heart is tight, I need some light
It's too late for a fight
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.

Tonight
Insight
When love turns into fright
It ends tonight.


Mrs. Black (5-18-11)
I see my red head, and I don't want to be Mrs. Black
I want colors in my world, not to be Mrs. Black
I walk by his bag of clothes
If I stay around them, the Blackness will grow.

I see his brand new car, that belongs to Mr. Black
paid with our savings account, and he'll never pay me back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
I go to Econo, and feel it every day.

I look inside myself and see I'm scarred by Mr. Black
I see my red head, and wonder why he'd want Mrs. Black.
Maybe if I work hard enough I can ignore the facts
It's not easy facin' the world when you used to be Mrs. Black.

No more will my green eyes cry from being blue
I could not forsee this happening to me and you.

If I try hard enough I can keep my daughter and my son
We'll laugh together, every mornin' that comes.

I see my red head, and I don't want to be Mrs. Black
I want colors in my world, not to be Mrs. Black
I walk by his bag of clothes
If I stay around them, the Blackness will grow.
Hmm, hmm, hmm,...

I've been tainted, tainted by Mr. Black!
Black as night, black is his soul
I want to see my married named blocked from the sky
I've been tainted, tainted, tainted, tainted by Mr. black
Yeah!

Hmm, hmm, hmm,...


90 Years (5-22-11)

Suffering the tears
The darkness of 90 years
Looking for light along the way
Trying to flight along the way

FIghting to be me
Fighting to be loved for me
I start to feel more than half alive
Since I left the one who called me his wife

Then the dreams return
They spurn
Me with their very presence
Drill into my very essence
The panic is there
As thick as the air
When the world is enclosed in fog and mist
My subconscious reminding me that something still is amiss

I am done with the whispers
I will save the whiskered
And pray the dreams don't come to me
That I will be left with no one to
Like me for me
Love me for me
To keep calling my phone
to be left so lonely lonely alone
To not wake up to a furry purry face
to wake up feeling I have been replaced.

Suffering the fears
The bleakness of 90 years
Looking for strength along the way
Trying to fight the length of the day
To find me
To reclaim me
And to be loved finally
Just for being me.


Moving out, a parody of a lovely Billy Joel song... (5-18-2011)
Wally works in the grocery store
his hobby was to make others feel pain
His wife left a note on the door,
She said,
"Wally, I can't continue to live this way."
Workin' too hard on love can make your
Heart crackcrackcrackcrackcrackcrack
You oughta know right now
Who needs to go home to be attacked?
Or to be told how to spend their money?

And it seems like she lost her mind
"If that's what love's all about
Honey, If that's movin' up then I'm movin' out.
Mmm, I'm movin' out. Ooh-hoo, uh-huh, mmmm"

Her husband is constantly turning up the heat
Complains he doesn't get to see the bartender
He likes to wear his wife's confidence down
On Fairmount Street
Two blocks away from her mother

Yeah and he's complaining that her Chevy ain't a Cadillacacacacacacacac

You oughta know by now
And if he can't lie
Around on his back
He'll say that you didn't remember

And he spends less time on her mind
But if that's what love's all about
"Honey, If that's movin' up then I'm movin' out.
Mmm, I'm movin' out. Ooh-hoo, uh-huh, mmmm"

You should never give a woman a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mind
You oughta have grown by now
You can pay her back with some overtime
But you could never pay her enough money.

"And if that's what you have in mind
yeah if that's what you're all about
Good luck movin' up 'cause I'm movin' out.
Mmm, I'm movin' out. Ooh-hoo, uh-huh, mmmm

"I'm movin' out..."


Obladi Oblada (in the key of the original Beatles song) (5-18-11)

Wally works in produce in the market place...
Liz works all over the land
Wally says to Liz, "I'd like to hit your face"
And Liz ducks to miss his punching hand

Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!...
Lala how the life goes on...
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!...
Lala how the life goes on.


Wally gets a ride to the grocery store
instead of listening to Liz sing
Yells at wifey if dinner isn't waiting at the door
There go the words and they sure do sting
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!...
Lala how the life goes on...
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!...
Lala how the life goes on.

Eight and a half years the house she grew up in she's back
at with a little white dog running in the yard
And she took with her the cats. (Ha ha ha ha ha)

Grumpy ever after the market place...
No one to fear his big fat hands...
Liz loves to talk on the phone, stays at her mom's place
And in the evening, she still works all over the land
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!...
Lala how the life goes on...
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!...
Lala how the life goes on.


Eight and a half years the house she grew up in she's back
at with a little white dog running in the yard
And she took with her the cats. (Ha ha ha ha ha)

Happy ever after away from that place
Liz still gives everyone a hand
Wally stays at his home and drinks until he loses face
And in the evening, he stays there and gets mad.
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!...
Lala how the life goes on...
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!...
Lala how the life goes on.



Piggly Wiggly (in the tune of Eleanor Rigby) (5-18-2011)

Ah, look at all the angry people.
Ah, look at all the angry people.

Piggly Wiggly picks up the pieces where his life has been,
Was it a dream?
Waits for her to show, waiting to berate her the moment she steps through the door.
And why for?

All the angry people.
Where do they all come from?
All the angry people.
Where do they all belong?

His wife is writing the words of a poem that he will never hear
It's perfectly clear.
look at him working. Drinking at night when there's nobody there.
What does he care?

All the angry people.
Where do they all come from?
All the angry people.
Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the angry people.
Ah, look at all the angry people.

Piggly Wiggly died and was cursed for his legacy and his name,
nobody came.
Dear little wifey wiping her hands from the dirt of being his slave.
Now she is brave.

All the angry people.
Where do they all come from?
All the angry people.
Where do they all belong?

LadyHitchhiker
05-31-2011, 05:10 AM
Raw (5-31-11)

He left me raw
on the inside
Not just my heart
but my soul, my mind...

When I was sick I still had to perform
(it's more lubrication)
And forced to watch that sick stuff (the dirtiest stuff) he called porn
(it was part of my station).

There were times it was so painful to go to the bathroom
after he supposedly "loved me"
There were times I thought it easier if he ended up in a tomb
It would have been an easier way out for me.

How I let myself fall into the delusion
slowly boiled towards death
Crazymaking, constant confusion
Losing out of life's precious depth.

Left for dying,
once my soul died until I was dead
I had to start trying;
find the strength to live instead.

LadyHitchhiker
05-31-2011, 05:14 AM
Here's a short one...
Burn the Motherfucking Bed! (5-31-11)
I'm fighting for the bed
I paid for it
I can burn it
I don't want it
If I set the mattress on fire
will the darkness expire
that was cultivated for so many years
Just left angry enough not to have tears
I don't want to remember what happened there
there's no way I can ever sleep there
So if I burn the bed
will the memories finally be dead?

LadyHitchhiker
05-31-2011, 05:46 AM
No Vacancy (5-31-11)

Don't worry I won't cry for you.
If there are any tears left,
they would be shed because of the time I wasted with you;
Years that I could have been building up myself
instead of crashing down
And don't worry
I won't tell EVERYONE in town
And don't hurry
to rush back by my side.
There's no room left for you.

No vacancy
states the door on my heart -
at least for you, you see.
To quote from you: "I know it's hard"...
But my love is a gated community.