Such is the way of the artist.
My favorite bands can kick your favorite bands' asses.
The horizon is right and motionless like the EKG of a dying woman.
The bells were ringing
the day is at an end
darkness comes
my dear friend
Come in
sit by my fire
warm yourself
And rest your weary feet
Working hard
all your days
You need to take time
To stop and play
Your family needs you
the children grow up
Too fast for you
to really see
The bells are ringing
The day is at an end
Join the family now
Love never ends
Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think.
Fear
The bells were ringing
Loud and clear
And everyone came
From far and near.
At one such event
There can be no cheer,
The community united
Solely by fear.
To look upon it in the past,
One might have found it queer,
But after that day
The reasons were quite clear.
Our buildings were hit,
With force they did veer,
The impact was striking,
The hatred sincere.
And so now they mourn,
Some even dare here
To remind us of pains in the past,
To feed off our fear.
Last edited by Candice Dionysus; 07-28-2008 at 09:20 PM.
Random PM's are loved!
Call me Can.
Discord Tag: Can*/Tommy (They/Them pronouns)#5588
Very nice, Candice! Perfect poem to retire that first line!
new opening line...
"Up, up, and away!"
Buddy, you think you look strong? You’re wearing a cape.
Up, up and away
My beautiful, my beautiful balloon...
Wait...that's been done...sorry.
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
Will a haiku do??
Up, up, and away!
Homosexual in tights
Hard, gay man of steel
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
Ok...I have a poem now.
*****Warning. The following poem is meant in total jest but contains content that the general, right thinking public would label as smut. You have been warned. I hope you take it with the humor in which it was written.
-Jon*******
Up, up and away!
Cried the effeminate man ready to save the day.
No lisp to be detected
But so many he’s erected
Tough man as catcher needs no lube
Be careful on horseback, Mr. Kent
Or you’ll be blowing another kind of tube
*runs from the thread ashamed!*
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
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Up, up and away
To a sunnier place.
Erase erase, you still have free will
Erasmus Erasmus was wrong.
Fly away, up and away
To brighter days.
Erase erase gray
Speak and say think and play.
Do and do and don't.
Up, up and away.
To Ypres, to Spain.
To Waterloo, to Moscow.
To me, to you.
Up, up and erase.
Wipe it over, punch me in.
Up, up and away.
Flit off to a better place in your mind.
My favorite bands can kick your favorite bands' asses.
The horizon is right and motionless like the EKG of a dying woman.
I'd like to lay claim as the only poet to title using a line of C code.
My favorite bands can kick your favorite bands' asses.
The horizon is right and motionless like the EKG of a dying woman.
It's YOURS!!!
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
you win, fruno!
Buddy, you think you look strong? You’re wearing a cape.
that Fruno's poem is one of his best indeed
I wish he would reappear as soon as possible, and post more and more; I already know most of his poems by heart (the rhyming ones at least), and I'm beginning to get hungry for more.
Meantime, since Jon was the first to answer the challenge (with a perfectly shaped haiku), it's his turn to offer an opening line
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"On a nightmare's edge."
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
On nightmare’s silent edge
Self doubt erodes sanity
Pushing the sleeper over
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
On a nightmare's edge
impish creatures dance
to and fro they sway
with the rhythm of chance
Dark partners light
in the sleeping mind
performing their waltz of
good and evil entwined
Buddy, you think you look strong? You’re wearing a cape.
May we start again with 'pushing the sleeper over'?
~rouses the drowsy Turtleback poets~
I suggest the next round's first line being any of the three lines of this haiku by Jon:
On nightmare’s silent edge
Self doubt erodes sanity
Pushing the sleeper over
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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On nightmare's silent edge
We skate so deftly in fear
On nightmare's vorpal blade
We dance ever clinging to hope of brightness.
On nightmare's poisoned words
We take the supine to death,
And on nightmare's blackened cloak
We embrace that which is unknown.
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Fruno!
Great to see you and your words again on Turtleback Lane!
Crappy poem that I'll most likely regret posting later.
On nightmare’s silent edge
There’s she and I alone
Walking in pale sunlight
Comfortably silent
Her hand in mine, perfect
Like magic, it soothes me
Taking away the pain
And stress I left behind
When I entered this world
Where we are the center
Of everything and time
Slows down to watch our love
Arms around her, I sigh
And watch the ducks eat bread
Thrown by children with smiles
Almost as real as mine
We watch the sun sink down
Casting shadows all ‘round
And eerie gloom gathers
But she makes me content
Some say that’s no nightmare
I have to disagree
And I wake, heart rending
Because that time is dead.
There's one hole in every revolution, large or small. And it's one word long.. people. No matter how big the idea they all stand under, people are small and weak and cheap and frightened. It's people that kill every revolution.