why don't you post it here, too?
why don't you post it here, too?
Ask not what bears can do for you, but what you can do for bears. (razz)
When one is in agreement with bears one is always correct. (mae)
bears are back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just fear stealing Jackie's first line.
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
The King is dead.
His final wish given
His kingdom in flames
His army riven
The King is dead
His last wish never heard
Cries of his subjects
Leave his wish obscured
The King is dead
Was his dream so absurd?
A defeated general
Orders his body interred
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
I KNOW this one needs some work but it just kinda fell out of me. I'll square it up at another time.
The King is dead
Most say he went to hell
But Tchaikovsky had the news
Tchaikovsky says he once lived at The Heartbreak Hotel
I saw him in a Wisconsin 7-11
But Tchaikovsky says he hit skid row
Now he’s living with a Hound Dog
In the Ghetto
The King is dead
But he took Carl Perkins’ Blue Suede Shoes
Incarcerated, now pounding on The Jailhouse Rock
Just like Sisyphus, he has A Mess of Blues.
The King is dead
He looks to the Hawaiian Sunset
Thinking on a lonely Blue Moon
Whispering to himself of the girl I Forgot To Remember To Forget
The King is dead
He exclaims to his Lord, I give All That I Am
Ready for his Earth Angel,
His parting words, Softly, As I Leave You to The Bosom of Abraham
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
It's time for a bump of our poetry threads!
Let's go with a winter/festive theme!
New line...
Time to celebrate!
Buddy, you think you look strong? You’re wearing a cape.
I'll get to it if I don't have a flood.
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
Time to Celebrate!
A headache lie in wait.
But, for now my thirst I'll sate
And have the world upon my plate
So raise a toast, and have some more
Drink until we hit the floor.
Tomorrow, we shall see for sure,
That celebration is a whore.
Time for a new line.....
In the eye of the storm....
Sloth Love Chunk
In the eye of the storm...a prosthetic
a contact, seawater it's saline solution.
The better to see you with, my pretty!
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
anyone else want to work off of "In the eye of the storm"?
Buddy, you think you look strong? You’re wearing a cape.
In the eye of the storm
We shall see
Just who the survivor will be.
In the eye of the storm
In every way
We fight the battle today
In the eye of the storm
The hurt the pain
The terror that reigns
In the eye of the storm
Will you be there
In this love affair
In the eye of the storm
I shall be
The one that you will see
In the eye of the storm
We are one
Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think.
The Tempest
In the eye of the storm,
Fleeting serenity envelopes the soul.
A moment to clear my head,
Before the tempest regains control.
Chaos swirls on all four fronts.
A deluge of emotion before and behind.
White hot rage,
Blackest despair,
Envious green,
Tangled,
Entwined.
A tiny vessel on an infinite sea,
With darkness all around.
Electrified, oppressive sky.
Ominous thoughts abound.
Tranquility depleted,
The waves begin to swell,
With cacophony of thunder,
And screaming winds from hell.
With heavy heart and burdened soul,
I plunge into the night.
Behind, the light leaves me,
As the eye, it closes tight.
Sloth Love Chunk
So... maybe a new line?
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
OK, a new line...
For he's a jolly good fellow
Buddy, you think you look strong? You’re wearing a cape.
For He's a Jolly Good Fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow
Held up in the highest esteem
A man that other men follow
A leader raised up from the team
With a charm that is rather deceiving
And a smile that’s not easy to read
With a few words he’ll have you believing
And eager to follow his lead.
He wades through disaster while smiling
Worlds fall with a casual glance
His stories are strange and beguiling
Fortunes garnered and squandered by chance
He’s quick with a word to inspire
He’s first with a slap on the back
He laughs when the outlook is dire
And sings when the forecast is black
He’d walk with you right through Death’s hollow
And stick with you, right to the end
Yes, he’s a jolly good fellow
And I’m damned proud to call him my friend.
Grrr...
Buddy, you think you look strong? You’re wearing a cape.
A God Among Men
For he is a jolly good fellow,
Least thats what he'd have you believe.
A facade of a smile, and a "Hello",
With maniacal hate up his sleeve.
He's tidy and neat in appearance,
Yet inside, he boils with rage.
A master of more adherence,
The beast he keeps in his cage.
A spurious imposture by day,
Until he returns to his den.
At work, by the rules he will play,
But at home, he's a God among men.
He quietly tallies his victims.
He dreams of his glorious day.
No jury will ever convict him,
As he'll die soon after his prey.
And after his bloodthirst is slaked,
Confused and bewildered they'll be.
A life of camaraderie faked,
For a jolly good fellow was he.
Sloth Love Chunk
Thinking on this one.
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
A new line perhaps?
Deep within the darkness....
Sloth Love Chunk
Deep within the Darkness
the dreams come
wrenching me from peace
Deep within the Darkness
the shadows come
I turn my head in fear
Deep within the Darkness
the spirits come
calling me home
Deep within the Darkness
I sleep
Buddy, you think you look strong? You’re wearing a cape.
I like it, very thought provoking. Abstract enough to allow for interpretation.
Sloth Love Chunk
Thanks! I was going for abstract!
Buddy, you think you look strong? You’re wearing a cape.
A new line perhaps?
"After such a failure..."
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.