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BROWNINGS CHILDE
10-12-2009, 07:06 PM
This will be a place for me to put my assorted poems from this site...mostly so that I have them all together. Feel free to offer advice as a poem is never perfect and thus never finished.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
10-12-2009, 07:09 PM
The Sun God

Of courage and strength, an amalgamation,
His gaze as furious a conflagration,
As the searing heat and rolling flame,
Smoke choked screams, and ash like rain.

Amid the chaos, a realm infernal,
No trepidation, he stands eternal.
His golden plumage, stained black and red.
He spreads his wings, and soars ahead.

The inferno greets him, its blaze unleashed.
He rushes in to quench the beast.
The battle ensues, the embers hiss.
It flares to give its deadly kiss.

The hellish demon spits its flame.
The devil writhes and screams in pain.
And when the fiend at last is tame.
The hero finally stops his rain.

The struggle done, he quits his hose.
And from the ash, the Phoenix rose.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
10-12-2009, 07:12 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 were here.

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

No festive smells come from his stove.
No wreaths or candy canes.
Utter cold and empty home,
Noone left that he held dear.

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.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
10-12-2009, 07:19 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.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
10-12-2009, 07:58 PM
"Happy New Year?"

Early holiday
January hangover
And new beginnings?

Broken promises
Little lies told to ourselves
Light another fuse

Bright fire raining down
Melting pristine piles of snow
Yet we celebrate?

BROWNINGS CHILDE
10-12-2009, 08:00 PM
C'est la vie

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.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
10-12-2009, 08:08 PM
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.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
10-12-2009, 08:11 PM
A Disposable Past

The King is dead, His army defeated.
Vanquished is his name.
Soil now rich with fallen Crimson,
King's blood springs life again.

Fallen are his minions.
Each one has met his fate.
The battlefield has quieted,
And only hell awaits.

Victory is ours,
Though bitter in the end.
Many lost along the way,
Like whispers in the wind.

This battle is eternal.
Our quest will never still.
A future of a thousand pasts,
For Ka is but a wheel.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
10-12-2009, 08:15 PM
Flashfried

Welling up within me,
Unseen vibrations coalesce.
Friction produces vibrant waves of electric blue,
Alive with hair raising potential.
Inaudible, Intangible humming,
Searching for an outlet.
Energy brimming over,
Barely contained.
Finally,
An unsuspecting victem,
I drag my feet as I approach.
My hand extends an innocent greeting.

SNAP.....the discharge is serene.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
10-12-2009, 08:18 PM
Solitude

Away from all the others,
I can scarcely hear them scream.
I watch them from a distance.
Surreal as if a dream.
Popcorn and corndogs,
I taste in wisps of air.
Flashing lights and ringing bells,
The world without a care.
A fleeting thought of joining,
But no, I do not dare.
Cause I am always over here,
And they are over there.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
10-12-2009, 08:19 PM
Bend of Oblivion

Venomous orb
Murderous, pulsating eye
Oily, dark bile within

Maerlyn's black thirteen
Odious, gaping abyss
Down the rabbits hole

We go.......

War and pestilence
Plague of human existence
Rotting, putrid souls

Revolting secrets
Unspeakable sins are told
Deadly lies unfold

Mothers drown their own
Sinister, murky waters
Depth of which, unknown

Hateful dream of death
Walk with Walter O' the Dim
Come and stay awhile

Sanity undone
Unraveling and threadbare
Laughing and screaming

Forever

BROWNINGS CHILDE
10-12-2009, 08:27 PM
His Season

Life springs forth, anew and curious.
Trails untrodden, untaken, untried.
Lessons learned, a pace so furious,
As April thunderstorms collide.
A world of wonderous work awaits,
A willful one would soon descry.
Though as the novelty abates,
This wounderous world one will defy.

Summer sunshine, and rich desire.
A frantic race to experience all.
Each end of the candle alive with fire.
Carefree climb and ingnorant fall.
Newfound passion, hot as the sun,
Awkward lovers, entranced, enthralled.
His legacy he attempts to emblazon,
A disjointed message hastily scrawled.

Then in the Autumn, the passion cools.
His acorns, the squirrel methodically tolls.
Content to watch the younger fools,
Along his beaten path he strolls.
He sits and thinks all by himself,
Of how the pace of life has slowed,
Of polished dreams upon a shelf,
Unto his young they're now bestowed.

Bitter winter, now has come.
Weathered hands and aching bones.
Icy wind, a howling thrum,
Icicles long and gnarled have grown.
Though death is nigh he has no fear,
His life he's lived, his seed he's sown.
His season, long, shall pass this year,
As he came in, he leaves...alone.

Jean
10-12-2009, 11:14 PM
Bears are very impressed, now that it's all collected.

They had two favorite poets in this site - Fruno and Jon - and now they have three. I am planning to comment a lot, later.

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BROWNINGS CHILDE
10-12-2009, 11:39 PM
Thanks Jean, your compliments mean alot to me.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
10-12-2009, 11:42 PM
All Hallow's Eve

The westering sun soaks the earth,
With tints of burning crimson.
Sinister shadows creep behind,
Or crawl along ahead.

All Hallows Eve's crepuscular rays,
Bring gloaming death in season.
The darkness bests the sun's assault,
And fills the soul with dread.

The children laugh from door to door,
As demons watch and wait.
Ensconsed within each gloom and shade,
They'll stay untill they've fed.

As monster's scream from plastic masks,
With threats of "Trick or Treat",
The real ghouls lurk with growing need,
To rent, and tear, and shred.

A groaning wind whines through the trees,
It whispers and it sighes.
Jack-O-Lanterns search the night,
With eyes of gleaming red.

As ghosts and witches roam the streets,
A straggler falls behind.
The ambush happens silently,
And in the dark he's bled.

Though most will make it home of course,
With candy in their bags.
At least in one child's room tonight,
There'll be an empty bed.


BOO:evil:

BROWNINGS CHILDE
10-13-2009, 12:11 AM
A Woman's Work

I have a friend,
Tough as nails,
Who'd never cried or bled.
But then a woman he did meet,
And tears of joy he shed.

Another fellow,
Dense as stone.
He worked the field by day.
But then a woman blessed his soul,
And knowledge came his way.

Another friend,
A coward though,
A king in his own right.
Found a woman, and did she,
Bestow upon him might.

I myself,
Was lost for days.
Along the road I'd roam.
But then a woman I did meet,
And she showed me the way home.

Jon
10-15-2009, 02:59 PM
This poem has such a shape. I love the message but shaping is hard to do well.

Good job!

Jean
10-15-2009, 11:36 PM
I am very particular to this very poem; it was first posted in Riddles, and the bear was the first to guess! 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

BROWNINGS CHILDE
10-25-2009, 05:36 PM
I am very particular to this very poem; it was first posted in Riddles, and the bear was the first to guess! 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

Indeed, I think that it might have lasted a bit longer if you hadnt gotten the answer so quickly.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
10-26-2009, 12:35 AM
Old Glory

Old Mother Glory, encased in glass,
Asleep atop my shelf.
Your navy blue, once royal now,
Despondent as myself.

Lines of claret, strong and proud,
Your sanguine gift to me.
Streaks of white, a blinding light,
A star for all to see.

Folded tight by soldier's gloves,
Then placed in trembling hands.
A shroud for you, a badge for me,
Of courage, for which it stands.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
10-26-2009, 01:57 AM
How 'bout a song?

Empty Bottle

I seen ya walkin' just tha
other day....and I
Remember how ya made me
feel that way...cause ya
You acted like you didnt
even care.
In fact you acted like you didnt even,
see me there

Well thats ok cause now I'm
feelin fine
And just about drank you
off my mind
Where heres the last toast to you
We're through today.
Cause I don't need you now
Anyhow
No more.
No way.

You used to smile while you were
sellin lies
It took awhile to see your smile as but a
thin disquise, but now I..
I see your silly, sick, so stupid game
Of cat and rat, and this n that, and playin
Place the blame.

It used to be that you and me
were quite the team it'd seem,
But now I see the team was me
And you was just a dream.
Now I'm awake and you can take
Your dream with you today.
Cause I don't need it now,
Anyhow.
No more.
No way.

Well the..the bottles empty
And your song is through,
And now there's.. nothin' left that
You could say or do.
Oh well the..party's over
hope you had your fun.
Cause now it seems, its s'pose' to be
That you and me are done.

Oh well the...
The bottle's emptyyyyyy...
Oh yeah the..
The bottle's emptyyyyy...
Oh now the..
The bottle's empty and your song is through.

Jean
10-27-2009, 01:47 AM
Old Glory

Old Mother Glory, encased in glass,
Asleep atop my shelf.
Your navy blue, once royal now,
Despondent as myself.

Lines of claret, strong and proud,
Your sanguine gift to me.
Streaks of white, a blinding light,
A star for all to see.

Folded tight by soldier's gloves,
Then placed in trembling hands.
A shroud for you, a badge for me,
Of courage, for which it stands.

Bears are deep in love with your poems; among the most recently posted, with this one in particular.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
10-27-2009, 02:03 AM
Bears are deep in love with your poems; among the most recently posted, with this one in particular.

Thanks, the flag was from atop my grandfather's coffin. It was given to me at the services. I kept it at the top of my shelf in a box I made for it for about 10 years until my grandmother also passed away. I buried it with her.

Jon
10-27-2009, 09:13 AM
"But now I see the team was me"

I rather like that line.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
10-27-2009, 05:30 PM
Another song?

Wanting More

Another empty bottle has,
Earned my name.
A vessel for misguided,
Shame and blame.

Another dream falls to the floor.
Thats alright, I dont need it anymore.

Broken promises and,
Evil ways.
Rows of wasted years and,
Empty days.

Still don't know what life is for.
It only leaves you wanting more.

Where this road now leads its,
Hard to say.
Away from pain and tears or,
Into the flame.

It only leaves you wanting more.
So should I...let you in or close the door?

BROWNINGS CHILDE
11-10-2009, 11:26 PM
Staying with the songs for now.

This one was written for my wife. There is a lot more guitar work on this song than lyrics, so its not much.

Borrow, Beg or Steal

A perfect gentleman I couldn't be. No.
Cause every inch of you I had to see.
Some say we might of gone too fast.
But that don't even matter if our love can last.

You had a man who used to treat you bad
But time with him was just a passing fad.
In all the world it seems there's just us two, and
I know that you feel the same way I do.

I need you baby borrow, beg or steal.
My love for you, ya know I can't conceal.
Hand in hand we never can go wrong. and
Until the end,to you I always will belong.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
01-20-2010, 03:25 AM
Graybeard

http://exurbanpedestrian.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/old-man-winter1.jpg

The old man nods his hoary head,
Lets blow his rimy breath.
His whispered, incoherent words,
Convey a frozen death.

He blots the sun, and claims the earth,
His sovereignty complete.
No blade of grass escapes his reign.
Each tree admits defeat.

Upon the land, he spreads his cloak,
An alabaster tomb.
Interred beneath this arctic shroud,
The sun may not exhume.

But when the spring comes 'round again,
The sun may grant reprieve.
The wheel of life begins anew,
As Winter takes his leave.

Jon
01-23-2010, 09:21 PM
Great imagery and image. Consider this for winter poetry contest.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
04-09-2010, 12:52 AM
free verse is not my forte, but I don't want this to have a rhyming scheme or regular meter. The chaos and disorder of the poem is therefore intentional.

The Last Goodbye

Resplendent blue-green globe
Twirling and hurling through darkness
Unaware and uncaring
Continuing its eternal circuit

Heedless of my misery
Birds chirp their incessant refrain
Mocking my despair
With every tweet and warble

This bright and sunny sky
It taunts me cheerfully
Promising a better day
Bitterly empty in reality

Flowers flaunt their beauty
Pretentiously poised around his tomb
Sleek and shiny casket
Imprisoning my friend.

Needless, wasteful loss
Must be some cosmic mistake
To say one's last goodbye
On this hateful, beautiful day

Jon
04-09-2010, 10:12 PM
Yes...the world goes on despite one's misery.

Nice work, B.C!

BROWNINGS CHILDE
04-09-2010, 10:23 PM
Thanks, I don't have the ability to look at this one objectively. It's just something I needed to say. I was really sick of hearing about how "Josh is in a good place" and "Josh is happy" and "Josh is smiling down on us". And, it really was a beautiful day when we buried him. I would have been happier if it had been raining.

Jon
04-10-2010, 11:44 PM
I know this feeling. I lost a father and am sick of hearing how proud he would be about...

BROWNINGS CHILDE
04-24-2010, 04:17 PM
New song...for my friend who recently passed away.


Silver Tongued Devil

A busted string on a worn guitar
A simple thing to replace
But I don't feel like playin' and my thoughts are strayin'
I just put it back in its case.

Cause broken dreams are on my mind it seems,
And all the songs left unsung.
Our laughs we shared and our souls we bared,
Back when we were all still so young.

If its a race to the end, then your the winner,
You silver tongued sinner, turned saint.
You ran so fast, you nearly shook your past,
But even so you wound up late.

Now in the darkest sky, there is a glimmer,
A star with a shimmer and shine.
I'll meet you in the end, I'll see you then my friend,
And we'll be singin' again sometime.

A moment frozen in the camera's eye
A happier time and place.
Where the whiskey's flowin' with no signs of slowin'
A smile stretched across your face.

And all the memories stream up from the well of dreams,
And all the songs that we've sung.
Our time together, it'll last forever,
Even after this life is done.

If its a race to the end, then your the winner,
You silver tongued sinner, turned saint.
You ran so fast, you nearly shook your past,
But even so you wound up late.

Now in the darkest sky, there is a glimmer,
A star with a shimmer and shine.
I'll meet you in the end, I'll see you then my friend,
And we'll be singing again sometime.

I'll meet you in the end, I'll see you then my friend,
And we'll be singing again sometime.

flaggwalkstheline
04-24-2010, 04:34 PM
ooo thats intense, sorry bout ur friend though :grouphug:
I could well imagine that turned into a song

BROWNINGS CHILDE
04-24-2010, 04:41 PM
ooo thats intense, sorry bout ur friend though :grouphug:
I could well imagine that turned into a song

Thanks, this song came surprisingly easy....after I got over the initial shock of it all.

I think Josh was feeding me some words on this one.....he was the true lyricist (silver tongued devil)

Jon
04-25-2010, 09:30 PM
You ran so fast, you nearly shook your past,
But even so you wound up late.


A great line and, as a whole, a great tribute!

BROWNINGS CHILDE
04-25-2010, 09:35 PM
Thanks Jon.

Jean
04-30-2010, 03:18 AM
oh Lord how bears loved it!!!

BROWNINGS CHILDE
05-04-2010, 04:40 PM
And your opinion matters so much dear bear.:D

BROWNINGS CHILDE
08-24-2010, 01:21 AM
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The Vigil

This old house,
Is full of creaks,
Of groaning boards,
That squeal and squeak.

Is that a haunt,
That roams the halls,
Or something else,
That creeps and crawls?

I mustn't sleep,
Or even blink.
They'll come for sure,
If I should wink.

Outside my window,
Lurks the beast.
Upon my flesh,
It yearns to feast.

Another waits,
Beneath my bed.
If I should look,
I'd lose my head.

So I lie still,
Eyes open wide.
Until the morn,
I must abide.

I cannot move,
Or make a peep,
But above all,
I mustn't sleep.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
08-24-2010, 01:27 AM
Without Your Light

Without your light,
The soil of my soul would be barren.
No seed of happiness could find purchase there.
I would be an empty, wandering, shell of a man,
With no purpose or direction.

Your smile is my sustenance.
It strengthens and nourishes every fiber of my being.
Without it, I would shrivel and starve.

My existence would be futile,
My life, without purpose.
Indifferent to direction,
My compass could never again find true North,
Without your light.

Jean
08-24-2010, 01:34 AM
bears liked The Vigil very, very much. The rhymes never repeat - did you do that on purpose, or it just happened? They sound like echoes of different squeals and creaks. Also, they are always full rhymes. Bears like.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
08-24-2010, 01:46 AM
I'm not sure I understand your question. The alliteration in the last two lines of each stanza is intentional.

This old house,
Is full of creaks,
Of groaning boards,
That squeal and squeak.

Is that a haunt,
That roams the halls,
Or something else,
That creeps and crawls?

I mustn't sleep,
Or even blink.
They'll come for sure,
If I should wink.

Outside my window,
Lurks the beast.
Upon my flesh,
It yearns to feast.

Another waits,
Beneath my bed.
If I should look,
I'd lose my head.

So I lie still,
Eyes open wide.
Until the morn,
I must abide.

I cannot move,
Or make a peep,
But above all,
I mustn't sleep.

But I didn't intentionally do anything with the rhyming scheme other than the obvious. I'm glad you like it though. As always, your opinion is important to me.

Jean
08-24-2010, 01:50 AM
I only noticed the alliteration when I started reading it aloud, the better to memorize it. Great, as usual.

RainInSpain
08-24-2010, 09:01 AM
Brownings Childe, I'm quite new here so not sure if my opinion matters - but I so liked The Vigil that I simply have to say that it's great. I like the metrical pattern that you used - it's a very good fit for the mood.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
08-24-2010, 07:32 PM
Brownings Childe, I'm quite new here so not sure if my opinion matters - but I so liked The Vigil that I simply have to say that it's great. I like the metrical pattern that you used - it's a very good fit for the mood.


Thank you very much. Of coarse your opinion matters. I rather like the meter of this poem too. It rolls off the tongue nicely. Feel free to check out the rest of the thread, I am always looking for critiques and advice.

Jean
08-25-2010, 02:41 AM
RainInSpain: read more BROWNING'S, and read aloud. It's all very... er... tongue-friendly.

Brice
08-25-2010, 03:34 AM
It's all very... er... tongue-friendly.

That's what she said.

Jean
08-25-2010, 03:42 AM
::with quiet dignity::

No, bears are no native speakers. Bears are entitled to ambiguity once in a while. Once in a very short while.

Brice
08-25-2010, 03:49 AM
Surely by now bears on this board are familiar with the type of (admittedly) childish joke I was making. :)

BROWNINGS CHILDE
08-25-2010, 03:55 AM
Thanks, Jean.

Jean
08-25-2010, 04:10 AM
BROWNING'S: you're always more than welcome. I love your poems.

Brice: yes, but bears wished they had noticed themselves what they said! ::laughing bear here - photobucket on maintenance::

Brice
08-25-2010, 04:13 AM
Gotta' be quick, my friend. :)

RainInSpain
08-25-2010, 08:24 AM
BROWNING'S, I did read the entire thread, and what can I say - you've just got a new fan! :blush:
"Solitude" is probably the favorite of mine.

And Jean - you are right about tongue-friendliness. I have actually just read The Vigil aloud to someone who does not even speak English, and they enjoyed it.
So BC is definitely getting recognition, geography-wise! :cool:

Jon
08-25-2010, 11:29 AM
I have always love horror poetry! The Vigil was right down my alley.


B.C. as to writing The Vigil; was it difficult or did it flow from you like water?

BROWNINGS CHILDE
08-26-2010, 07:37 PM
Rain: You are too kind. I'm glad you enjoyed them.
Jon: I like horror poetry too. This one took about 15 minutes once I had decided on my interpretation of the picture.

Jon
08-28-2010, 09:38 AM
Yes. I don't often write horror poetry but when I do it flows like a flash flood and I struggle to keep it restrained so that it can be somewhat artful.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
01-07-2011, 04:48 PM
Here is a recent song, also written for, and about, my friend who was killed last year.


Go Slow

You got it goin' on,
So what else do you want?
Live a little faster.
Leave your lover in your laughter,
Cause the music is your master.
Need more? You gotta have it all.

You wanna be the one,
That every one wants,
To be like, in love and life,
And leave it layin' all about.
Wealth and fame, and name in lights,
To get it, you'll give it all.

But, the candles burnin' now,
And its burnin' at both ends.

You stay up till the dawn,
And write another song.
So hit the bong, and sing along,
Right or wrong, the day is gone.
Pile it up and burn it,
These things you have collected now.

Don't wanna be a pawn,
For queens to beat upon.
So love 'em quick and leave 'em.
Never keep 'em, always dreamin'
That there's somethin' round the corner,
That beats the one you had before.

You got it goin' on,
You've had it all along.
But leave it, you don't need it.
Never keep it, you can beat it.
Roll the dice again, you'll see that,
Next time your gonna have it all.

Your flame is burnin' bright,
But your life, it fuels the light.
Your candle's burnin' down,
And its burnin' at both ends.

Oh.
Go...You love or leave it,
So, the day before,
You know, you gotta beat it.

Oh.
No...You don't believe it.
Know you got it all,
If only you could see it.

Oh.
Go.
Slow.

Another year is gone,
And time keeps movin' on.
Wasted days of dreamin.
Told you, but you don't believe 'em.
Now it seems that you are leavin',
With cards that could have one it all.

The shadow's growin' long.
And soon it will be gone.
Action set in motion,
Animation of the notion,
That you lived with such emotion,
That you only had left to fall.

You had it goin on,
But now your days are gone.
You left em' in your wake,
So now your broken dreams we rake,
Into your grave so you can take,
'Em with you, and now you have it all.

Your flame it burned bright,
But your life it fueled the light.
Your candle's burned out.
'Cause you burned it at both ends.

Oh.
No. You had to beat it.
Oh, the day before,
You know you couldnt meet it.
Oh.
No. You don't believe it.
Know you had it all, but still
You couldn't see it.

Oh.
Go.
Slow.

Jean
01-12-2011, 10:12 AM
oh good Lord

I am very, deeply impressed

truly, "Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought."

BROWNINGS CHILDE
01-20-2011, 05:24 PM
Thanks, Jean.

We need another poetry contest, so that I can write something besides a eulogy.

RainInSpain
01-21-2011, 04:36 AM
BROWNINGS, I'm sorry for your loss.
You wrote a beautiful and sad song. It made me think of my classmate who died a horrible death at a very young age.
"...Roll the dice again, you'll see that,
Next time your gonna have it all..."
So true.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
01-22-2011, 12:09 AM
Thanks Rain,
I am starting to come to terms with it, it has been hard, and I still miss him alot. Especially when I listen to music we used to play together. Writing these songs has helped me to cope with it.

So that the song makes a little more sense, thought I'd give some of the details.

About a year before Josh died, he got busted cheating on his wife and she left him. He was on a path of self destruction from that point.
Lost in the music.
Drifting from girl to girl
Drinking/Drugging too much.
Driving his motorcycle waaaaay to fast, without a helmet.

I actually had a long heart to heart with him (during a drunk dial - on my part) two days before he wrecked his bike, that I was begging him to wear a helment and not ride the bike after drinking. I told him I didnt want to get the 3 AM phone call telling me he was killed on his bike.....leaving his 2 yr daughter behind. He promised and promised....and I got the call two days later....at 1 AM.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
06-27-2011, 08:13 PM
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.

Note: more in this poem is mor-aye (as in social standard)

Jon
06-28-2011, 05:29 PM
Good to see some new stuff from you, BC. I rather like it.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
06-28-2011, 08:19 PM
Thanks, Jon

Jon
07-01-2011, 04:47 AM
Your welcome, McLovin

BROWNINGS CHILDE
05-05-2012, 01:45 AM
Found this old poem today on poetry.com. Forgot ever submitting it probably nearly 10 years ago. Guess they never throw anything away haha

Nothing to Fear

Afraid of my touch?
Look into my eyes.
What do you see?
Do you realize?
Afraid of my words?
Of what they might say?
Afraid of the heartache
When the words fade away?
Afraid I will hurt you?
Afraid it won't last?
Afraid of my love?
Afraid of your past?
Yesterday's anguish
Grief and regret
Forshadow today
With the pain you might get.
But the love that I offer
Is truly sincere.
So just take my hand.
You've nothing to fear!

Jean
05-05-2012, 09:24 PM
wow! it's so interesting to see now how you've evolved. I wish you would post everything you have.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
05-05-2012, 09:57 PM
I was young and thought I was in love....hahaha....took me awhile to discover that one-way love don't work. I know the poem is juvenile, I just was kinda shocked to find it on Poetry.com. Not really sure how it got there.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
05-05-2012, 09:58 PM
Jean, I have a very interesting new one. I have promised someone that I wont post it here just yet, but I would PM it to you if your mailbox wasnt full.

Shannon
05-05-2012, 10:11 PM
Jean's mailbox is always full. :)

Jean
05-05-2012, 11:07 PM
I can't believe it, I removed about 20 PMs only yesterday!!!

am trying to clear it now - really really want to see that poem!

BROWNINGS CHILDE
01-03-2014, 12:46 PM
Since the book has now been published and is available to everyone, I figured it wouldnt hurt to post this poem here now.

Mr. Scratch's Murder Circus

Now step right up, with souls in hand
Young wicked boys and ghouls.
Inside you'll feast your eyes upon
All Nature's broken rules.

The calliope shrieks and blows
Its grim cacophony.
The screaming from inside provides
discordant harmony.

The vicious and the wretched wait.
Deformities abound.
Within my tent, all manner of
The cursed and damned are found.

Contemptible malicious imps
Fed naught but witches' gore.
Unholy spawn exuded by
The Devil's favorite whore.

Your senses saturated with
the seven deadly sins.
Just trade your souls, a paltry sum,
And everybody wins.

Now take my hand, I know the way.
Don't straggle far behind.
For if you should get lost in here,
Your apt to lose your mind.

See here, the rack, and brazen bull,
Mere toys for idle hands.
The iron maiden's cold embrace,
More fun than one can stand.

But dawdle not, my little lambs,
And hasten close to me.
For though we'll have our time to play,
There's more for us to see.

You'll view the child born inside out,
The shocking rotting man.
The Cannibal might give some chase,
He'll eat you if he can.

Self mutilating masochists,
Each wears a crown of thorns.
A woman who has borne a snake,
A man that's growing horns.

A gruesome fright round every turn,
And since your souls are vexed,
You'll stay forever here with me,
And YOU will be the next!

Jon
01-06-2014, 02:19 AM
Good Work, B.C. No wonder it was published.

BROWNINGS CHILDE
01-06-2014, 01:46 PM
Thanks, Jon.