i love it!!
i think it flows very well
i love it!!
i think it flows very well
Thank you.
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
Hope the lover of fishermen
A cruel lover we call Hope
Hope… the wish of racers
Perhaps the game will bite
Perhaps the car will finish first
But then we know so much more of Hope
The Gambler may call it “Dope.”
The jilted lover may call it
A way to whine mope.
Or tie a knotted rope
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
why does that fish have human bottom teeth?!?!
(neat poem btw)
if the worlds gonna end then let's get it over with, i got shit to do
Biochemical Beasts of Burden
The heat of passion cannot hope to melt the glacial truth
But as biochemical beasts of burden, we try endlessly
Our words; our actions carry silly, caloric, vein hope
Hope of thwarting the force that gouges fjords in our psyche
You question this? View the topography of the human brain.
Fjords and folds abound as if geologic forces were working overtime.
We feel the euphoric rush and eventually the searing pain.
We then turn to that glacier to sooth the cruel, stinging, heat
Only to find gouges deeper than ever before and a new burn
Love…forever? It is “until I find another” or ’Til death do us part.
For you see, even the strongest love is rent asunder by death.
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
A work in progress. Please do not judge too harshly...yet.
The Human Kidney stone
So they say in a loving tone “This too shall pass.”
A famous most phrase we all hear and use
Oversimplified, spoken by the distant observer
Conveniently obscures the snake in the grass
Days, weeks of struggling for breath and normalcy
Normalcy that will never exist again in this life
Then what, I ask you, what shall I do
Fly as a proud Eagle with a broken wing
who can just can keep up with you (and him?)
Or just fall as a sparrow into the mouth of a snake
a snake that resembles you and your new 28 year old man?
Perhaps, as in olden days, i should sacrifice the fatten calf
but then I paid for your Bariatric surgery
When you reached 110 you were gone... not gone with a boyfriend, but... two.
Thank you for comparing these 30 year old men's body's to mine before we were divorced.
I had soooo much self esteem before you took on boyfriends!!!
I reckon, one day, you too shall pass.
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
Just some snippets I may use some day...somewhere. Any input or suggestions are most welcome. I am torn on where to take these works or to take bits and pieces and make several works.
The shadows of random acts of kindness are cast only to hide the doubts feeding on my dreams.
Tomorrow looks like yesterday, much like today...wasted time.
Time I could have been..doing what I did yesterday...
preparing to do it again tomorrow.
TO EXIST IS NOT ENOUGH!
If I could get one glimpse into the future
to see a wisp of a reason to persist
a flash of a reason to struggle further
To see a tiny sliver of my shell as it breaks
Then I would know.
Know I was going to get out.
Out for the scramble
Like a jet fighter in a gymnasium.
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
your poem may be depressing, but seeing you post fills all hearts with joy. And this is "a reason to persist".
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you sir.
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
poetry that i love. i'm a bit of a poet myself. though i dunno if i'm any good. if i can find my notebook where i keep them, i'll post some here at some point.
hear, hear
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ok, i think i'll look for it tomorrow. for now, i think i'll go & read some more of "W&G"
by the way thank you for your encouragment. & my bad spelling. he he. it's actually been awhile since i last wrote anything to be honest, i haven't really had any good idea's as of late, to want to write anything. does anyone here get like that?
talking about ideas, please look around, you'll see a lot of contests and poetic challenges right here in this section - it abounds in ideas
now, we'll stop hijacking Jon's thread and will hope he will post more poems!
Jon - how about something rhyming this time? Bears love.
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Your words are so painfully elegant and beautiful. Your prose is absolutely vibrant and alive. There is beauty in the darkness, there is beauty in the light, and there is pain in both. I can't tell you how deeply I understand this.
As much as I love all of them and they all have a place in my heart, License is my favorite.... Will write more.. have to go to meeting!
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As much as "License" is sheer perfection, I must say that this line is my absolute favorite out of the lyrical beauty of the whole work of art:
"You returned me my license to wish upon a star."
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This is my first work in I think...over a year. I have a few lines in files here and there but this is the only thing close to complete. I do need feedback. I fear I may have lost something. I think my photography has suffered...if my poetry has...I need to know. Thank you.
A LOOK FROM THE OTHER SIDE
I worked so damned hard to get here
Then the father tries to run me away
Does he think it's simple to find a place
A fresh mind, soul and body to disgrace
I scratch her skin; I hit her whore mother
I tear up her room; scratch the furniture
I curse , yell, growl, coo, purr and squeal
I shock, I have their dirty secrets to reveal
Her father keeps asking my name...never!!
How shall I answer? Hitler? Puddin Tane?
Over and over...Father? What's in a name?
You lived a bad life; need someone to blame?
“What is your name, seed of a rotting Hell!”
I giggle. He is getting frustrated, I can tell.
“The Son of Man once cast my crew into swine
At that point they called me vulpine.”
After the Japanese earthquake I was Syncline.”
“Shut up vile creature, you have but one name!”
“Ha! And you, Father have had but one altar boy?”
“Ow! put that crucifix away! That water burns!”
“Father! I will shove that crucifix up your ass!”
“You won't give me your name; we have an impasse.”
“In the name of God almighty I cast you out!”
“Again with the names! Take your decorated cross
“Your incessant incantations, silly water and other dross”
“Just go old man she is all mine now”
“You can feel it in your chest; I win.”
“*Gasp* What the hell are you doing!???
“Just lie down now and I'll vomit on you”
“It will be over. You should know, you old dupe
A Priest would know demons don't like pea soup!”
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
I like it! (I know like is not the right word)
I like the flow of it, its quite jumpy but it feels like it should be that way. Its very angry - but thats quite reflective at the moment.
A few lines stand out for me
You lived a bad life; need someone to blame?
this resonated with me, more than you would know to be honest.
And then this whole passage, it teems with things hiding between what is said and what is meant
“Again with the names! Take your decorated cross
“You incessant incantations, silly water and other dross”
“Just go old man she is all mine now”
Thank you. I didn't see those things.
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
It has been some time since I wrote anything.
This particular poem is...well, about 1/4 of it was quite forced. I want to get back to writing but I see there will be "pains." I figure a prospector doesn't strike gold om the first swing of the pick. Please forgive me if this sounds forced and a bit trite.
Summer''s Negligence
The roar of snow throwers were your alarm clock
The only poor shovel wielding bastard on your block
Old Man Winter's gems crystallize on your bay widow
Shutter and curse “Do I REALLY need to go?”
Neatly pressed trousers a paltry defense
Maybe you can sue Summer for negligence
Shoveling is thirsty work; grab a gloveful of snow.
Kinda salty...and why in the hell is it yellow?
The growl of plastic scraping on glass with ice in between
Old man winter is again delaying your routine
You ponder, just for a second “Do I REALLY need to see out of my windshield?”
The Old Man's icy, toothless bite blowing at you across an empty field.
An injection of chill; another bone crushing blast
Like on a cold morning, when someone walks by too fast
The high whine of tires as your neighbor's traction flees
Would hypothermia and frost bite be more fun to get if they were STDs?
Your drive way's muffled cries; concrete buried alive
Rock the car back and forth: Reverse: Drive: Reverse: Drive
Damn the Transmission men; full speed ahead!
Take this street? Fools rush in where angels fear to tread
Burnt rubber set in steam. Winter's fragrance, "Share the fantasy." ™
Drive on packed ice or deep snow: between the devil and the deep blue sea
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
Ode to Aquaman
Aquaman, Aquaman
does whatever an auquaman can
if an aquaman it can do
so can he
I’m telling you
becuzz
he is an aquaman yeah,
he is an aquaman!
He can swim
like a fish
minnows are
his favorite dish
you can win every bet
if you wager
that’s he’s all wet.
becuzz
he is the Aquaman yeah
he is the Aquaman!
On a date
he’s no fun
‘cause all he wants
is to swim in the oshun
he’s as cold as a cod
on the land he is a clod
becuzz
he is the Aquaman yeah,
he is the Aquaman!
He sits on his
watery throne
gnawing on
a whale bone
wishing that
he hadn’t croaked
in another TV show
becuzz his mate
looked good unclothed
she was so hot
was his betrothed
but now he’s just
son of Nicole
becuzz
he is the Aquaman, yeah,
he is the Aquaman!
His main foe
is Dafoe
former friend
and Goblin
said, “Call me Sarge”
if you want
I’ll be in charge
soon
of this watery, though colorful, haunt
so wave goodbye
as you swim away
and maybe we’ll fight
another day
see ya’
Aquaman, yeah
see ‘ya, Aquaman!
Aquaman’s
not done with you
a sequel’s coming
that’s for sure
it’ll cost a fin
maybe more
ten buck’s the price
after four
the sea’ll be as green
as the screen
most of the film’s
shot before
and even though we’re wise
to this franchise
we’ll still let them
out of our fists
our greenbacks prize
becuzz
we love the Aquaman, yeah
we love the Aquaman!
I'm sure if there is intelligent life somewhere out there in the universe, they are wise enough to stay away from us.
And the people bowed and prayed, to the cell phone god they made...
Aquaman was my favorite as a young boy.
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
I really liked the movie, although I didn't catch it in 3D. Fortunately, it will have a 3D DVD release, although it won't be the same as on the big screen.
I'm sure if there is intelligent life somewhere out there in the universe, they are wise enough to stay away from us.
And the people bowed and prayed, to the cell phone god they made...
ur2ndbiggestfan, loved the poem, and tell you what: it would make an awesome, terrific HMRock ballad. Wish I was a composer: hear it in my head, but not nearly distinct enough to write down
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!