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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #420 on: October 19, 2012, 05:09:14 PM »
The point was to be formatted, but not. Switching back and forth between 1st and 3rd person, and ending with a deliberate break from the rhyme scheme. I like my format to fit my message.  :D

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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #421 on: October 19, 2012, 05:11:45 PM »
Ah, that would explain it then.  Nicely done. :tup

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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #422 on: November 02, 2012, 06:02:13 AM »
The Lake Between The Clouds

In a place where there are no stars
At the verge of nightfall's pledge
When one last piece of the sun
Stares from beyond the day's edge
There is a lake between the clouds

Its surface shining pale blue and green
And small dark rocks in between
Reflected in the silent water
Lies the image of earth's daughter
No sound, no lights
No feeding hand that bites

Oh, I wish I could fly
Nature's laws I would defy
To behold this wonder in the sky

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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #423 on: November 02, 2012, 03:27:04 PM »
I hear your personal best is the way that you jest.
Oh what a crime that you look like all the rest.
So while you're fit and so strong,
Let's all get drunk and fire up like we're gonna fry dung!

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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #424 on: November 02, 2012, 03:43:31 PM »
Stellar poeming, gents! :hefdaddy

Here's an oldie...

Mother Ocean

My thoughts float on the air
as if they were clouds in the sky--
sometimes white and fluffy,
other times dark and foreboding.
I don't understand them, they
are just there.

I feel as if I am drowning in a
bottomless ocean.  No beginning
and no end--infinity.
The waves of deep blue are almost
comforting.  The lady ocean gently
caresses my forehead like a mother
comforting her child.  "Sleep, little one,
do not be afraid," she whispers to me.

I then fall into empty black space--
nothingness.  However, I feel peaceful
and content knowing that Mother
Ocean will be here with me forever.

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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #425 on: November 02, 2012, 04:47:24 PM »
Great stuff guys and gal.
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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #426 on: November 05, 2012, 12:26:25 PM »
I have a big enough ego to share,
too much humility to bare,
optimism to spare,
and too much cynicism to care.

That's me in a nutshell.

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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #427 on: November 05, 2012, 08:57:54 PM »
Inside, upside, up the down
I hear you're going round and round
All day
Swaying with the air in hand
That's the sound of your new band
Alright!
Give me those rock horns
Defy their past norms
All damn day!

Past, present, in tune
Take me to your latest show
Lights and lasers all aglow
Tonight
Losing track of time and space
Hearing thunder from the bass
Intake!
Feed me more feedback
I'll never go back
From this fun!

Future seems in tune.

Listen to "Tongue tied" By Grouplove and it'll make sense.

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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #428 on: November 06, 2012, 06:06:43 PM »
I Dreamt of You

I dreamt of you this morning
as the sun mounted its final assault
on the walls of the night

In my slumber
you walked on the beach
in the dark of night
your bare feet
wet
in the surf

You walked on the beach
the moon’s bright shadow on the dark water
is the light of your heart

You walked on the beach
travelling the boundary
between
land and sea
thought and action
love and desire

You walked on the beach
a smile shining on your face
starlight glinting from your eyes
You walked on the beach
to me
my love
as I dreamt of you this morning



First poem I've written in about 15-20 years.
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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #429 on: November 06, 2012, 06:42:03 PM »
Great work guys! :tup

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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #430 on: November 06, 2012, 07:11:56 PM »
Thanks Deb, when can we expect the next one from you?

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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #431 on: November 06, 2012, 07:17:25 PM »
New one?  No idea - they just come when they will.  Old one?  Maybe soonish, dunno yet.

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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #432 on: November 06, 2012, 07:26:57 PM »
Old one that I have not read yet = new one.  :biggrin:

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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #433 on: November 06, 2012, 07:42:35 PM »
Fair enough. :lol

And away we goooooooo.... :P

*untitled*

Pardon the interruption
Excuse the attitude
but I'm not quite feeling like myself
at least not in the way I normally do
But "normal" is so subjective anyway
and I really don't care too much for labels
Too much reading that I couldn't be bothered to do
and too many things I can't be bothered to say about it
Plus other things
that I don't really care to voice
because if I start to talk about them I'll scream my lungs out
and make myself hoarse from all of the shouting
that I can't do at present
I have to wear my "favorite" game face
so that the average eye can't see how much I'm holding inside
So much so that it ties my stomach in knots
and makes me lose sleep
for staying up all night thinking about it all
I just want some fucking peace of mind
Oh, and I'm about to give you a piece of my mind too
I am so fed up with sarcasm and false compliments
which are meaningless and utter bullshit in my book
I've had it up to here with faceless games and playing at things
and I've eaten my fill of humble pie
NO MORE, I can't take it
Just let me be, please
I don't know what's real anymore
I don't care about the things that I think I should be caring about
I hate everyone with equal anger
including myself
ESPECIALLY myself
I've made so many mistakes I don't know what's "right" anymore
and I really couldn't care less, to be honest
Just move along
Nothing to see here

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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #434 on: November 07, 2012, 01:49:03 AM »
Anomalous songs are sung in the music shop
Daylight dims its shade
All in all just, realistic tendencies

A girls green bullet strikes a young boys heart
Sang the harp to the bass,
The woodwinds howl
To the interesting landscapes of wonder
Placed in my perspective of time
All in all the center
To the vivid hymns.

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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #435 on: November 07, 2012, 07:14:51 PM »
Nice work Hef!  :tup
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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #436 on: November 08, 2012, 04:07:41 AM »
Hef is right on all things. Except for when I disagree with him. In which case he's probably still right.

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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #437 on: November 28, 2012, 05:09:06 AM »
Fixation lures a virgin mind
Demontation instigates
A passionate essence
Emits sweet death

She kisses your head, whispering
As a cold stone lies beneath your bed
Slowly, the pressure
Sends the ignition
To begin...

The path ahead beyond the brush
A signal to the end
The powerhold of our faith
In the whirlpool seas
Our ripple vibrations

Sing my child of the moon
Your fortunes of june
Love, he sends the souls
Sacred Hearts aligned in rows.
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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #438 on: January 02, 2013, 01:36:45 AM »
So I am kinda in a writing mood... and I had a line come to my mind that seemed very familar, like I had used it before. So I did a quick search of the interwebs and found a site I used to post my stuff on in high school. Completely forgot about this. It was written in like 07 or something.





The Rising Sun

You sit alone
Heart pounding
You just don’t know
What’s going on in your head?
Tears fall
Rationality fails you
You’ rather be dead.
 
Another slip.
you’re going insane.
One sip.
it really does ease the pain.
Time heals all wounds
You will find out soon
As you sit beneath the stars.
Love leaves the deepest scars

Your heart is beautiful
Love isn’t a curse
Don’t be haunted by memories
Of love life and loss
 
Fools sit under the moon
Promise to be together forever
If only they knew
Forever isn’t forever
Time changes everyone
The moon falls to the rising sun
I just don't understand what they were trying to achieve with any part of the song, either individually or as a whole. You know what? It's the Platypus of Dream Theater songs. That bill doesn't go with that tail, or that strange little furry body, or those webbed feet, and oh god why does it have venomous spurs!? And then you find out it lays eggs too. The difference is that the Platypus is somehow functional despite being a crazy mishmash or leftover animal pieces

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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #439 on: January 02, 2013, 12:36:55 PM »
Some wierd abstract nonsense from a few weeks back:

Dreams Of Reason

This apple is a dream
It is at once fragile
If I touched its centre further
I am afraid to break
An ice formed around
An underground lake, I wake
To pour further paint into sound

Beginning the descent of dawn
The night clouds around my hand
I fall into a deeper state
Shapeless to understand
A fool around the stars

Fall into sanity
Again a drop averted
Farming the void makes black space-dust
I feel connected now
At once blue and red
Stellar oxen plough falls how
Through metallic orbs, spheres of lead

To make the world fruit is absurd
Even within confined space
Felt like it had lemon flavour
Electric ancient race
Art exists for itself

To explain how one feels
Intangibles to words
Again pointless disconnection
To make real inner worlds
Connect another
Fallen from clouds in a sky
Red with burned morning above

Abstraction from grey rigidness
A river travelled through time
Orthogonal to all reason
Ambient and sublime
A flower opened blue
This is as exciting as superluminal neutrinos. The sexy thing is that this actually exists :D

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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #440 on: January 02, 2013, 12:40:42 PM »
Here's something I wrote a few years back about how I felt like I was treated by most of my female friends, it's not very good but whatever.

I stand waiting
I, a shadow of redemption
Your heart grows weak
And I return
To mend the scars and calm the fear
And then I fade
I stand faded
I, an image of salvation
Your wounds start to bleed
And I return
To ease the suffering of action
And then I fade
I stand unseen
I, a lucid messiah
Your pain starts to control
And I return
To dam the river of sorrow once again
And then I fade
I stand again
I, a weakened soldier
Your pain returns to claim its life
And I return
To serve unseen, a mere shadow, an image
And then I fade
I stand forever more
I, a forgotten soul
Your heart thrives and love blooms
And I remain unseen
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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #441 on: January 02, 2013, 12:57:12 PM »
Jay, that one was pretty interesting. I enjoyed the flow and how it all resolved, loved the ending also.
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« Reply #442 on: January 02, 2013, 01:18:34 PM »
In a cold alleyway
restless among the brick
gradual sips of the forgetful lotus
drain away the days

distortions veil the truth
heretics conjuring in disguise
a plot that threatens the existence
of the once abandoned fruit

It was kept a secret for so long
until that fool, who done no wrong,
laid his hand on its soul.

A passionate fellow whom walked beside himself,
along the road of a life only lived
by those that seek to discover
secrets within

Sweet sensations lure the pilgrim
to mountainous creatures dueling,
whom the winner decides the others placement
in the eden of earth.

At last the traveler set's his mark
Observed from the sky, the heretics eye
« Last Edit: January 09, 2013, 02:03:44 AM by Ben_Jamin »
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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #443 on: January 09, 2013, 02:01:04 AM »
Here's another quick random first draft...

 Our lives have been dumbed down
Causing the tears to fall from the wise
Men creatively spreading
The true colors distorted
Goals of the soul claim that crown
.See that clown drown his frown
Found the pounds outweigh the sound
He knows his lie yet he finds his cry
I don't know how they can be so proud of winning with them odds. - Little Big Man
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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #444 on: January 09, 2013, 02:26:15 AM »
Awesome stuff, guys (yes, you too Adami)!

I've neglected this thread, but not any longer.

*untitled*

The Grand Matron sits on her resplendent throne
Decadent boredom oozes from every fiber of her being
She amuses herself by toying with her loyal subjects' frail emotions
The people she once called her friends have long since escaped her avaricious yens
and the ones who've stayed are too ignorant to know the real truth

For Ms. Matron is a bitter soul of voracious, unbound cruelty
She plays her games by rote, to pass the never ending days
It seems that I am the only one who sees through her carefully assembled facade
and the only one smart enough not to indulge her childish, selfish games
There's one in particular that I see every day, now,
from the secluded alcove where I currently stand

She weaves her spell so maliciously, yet the smirk remains embedded on her face
By the Gods, she still enjoys the game and the smell of innocent blood!
The predator meets her prey with gleeful abandon
This could get rather ugly, as per usual

Thoroughly sickened, I quietly depart from the alcove in a quest for fresher air
I barely make it to the garden, yet I've maintained my fragile composure once more
This idiotic charade has been allowed to continue for far too long
I wish I could somehow stop this, but of course it's all too late
since I'm doomed to the meager role I play, and there's nothing that can be done

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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #445 on: January 09, 2013, 02:49:07 AM »
Ms. Matron, dormant
Contemplates a grave choice of faith
Poorless her heart gambles
Yearly daily struggles.

Slamming lifes blood gethesamane
Inhaling poisonous fumes
Intoxicating
These shrooms aren't Kosher
I don't know how they can be so proud of winning with them odds. - Little Big Man
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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #446 on: January 09, 2013, 05:36:27 AM »
You know,
It's terrible the way you treat me.
You just sit there.
You look at me, you stare at me, and you simply shut off.
I'd be shocked if you coughed.
At least you're breathing, but what's the point.
You never say anything.
So I have to bring something to the table.
But I'm sick of being the conversationalist in this relationship.
Can you hear me?
Are you able?
This isn't easy on me either, dear.
It's scary even trying to be with you.
It's true.
I can't figure you out.
I'm beginning to fear you don't want to talk to me.
Would you walk away from me?
I don't think you would.
But then again, you never say a word.
Am I even heard?
Can you hear me in there?
At least drink some of your coffee.
Put me at ease.
Please.
Your eyes look puffy.
Can we talk about that?
No?
Well...at least you answered me.

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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #447 on: January 13, 2013, 09:33:31 AM »
To Rule Them All

One key to command them all, one key to Ctrl+F them,
One key to return them all and in Microsoft Word Ctrl+S them.


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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #448 on: January 18, 2013, 03:10:40 PM »
Agar and the flying noodles.

  It was a windy day. A day when the noodles were really flying out of the park. A day where if you got hit with a flying noodle it could really smart. Agar who was a very strong , strapping and powerfull man was walking to the sword store to purchase a new sword .When suddenly seemingly out of nowhere came a gigantic swarm of wet ramen noodles flying towards him. Hurling through the brisk windy spring air at light speed Agar tried his best to fend off the random ramen noodle attack. He was no match however for this over cooked sticky bunch of sinister strands. He was quickly over taken and fell to the ground in defeat . The noodles stopped over his head , looking down on Agar in delight of there work. Then in the blink of an eye they were gone. So beware citizens of earth , there are noodles in our midst ! flying , lurking in the shadows. Ready and waiting to threaten our very existence.
THE END.
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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #449 on: January 19, 2013, 02:22:06 AM »
Minutes passed
yet no sun shines through
Where we reside
beside the riverside

Secrets spoken as whispers washed ashore
Knowledge, once thought lost...
Positive beings engulfed our lives
With intelligence of us as one with love
Confederate responsibility to the mind of one.

Geometric , symmectric history
Assisting, uplifting energy
Ascend, transcend density
« Last Edit: January 19, 2013, 02:33:21 AM by Ben_Jamin »
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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #450 on: February 16, 2013, 07:38:15 PM »
They say I'm not a writer! And I'm not the only one!

Rock

Future uncertain.
Gah! Too many roads to choose!
I'll stay close to you.

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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #451 on: February 22, 2013, 02:42:42 AM »
Danger waits in silent shade
Sinister whispers cry my name
Patience overgrows its cage

Revenge for you my dearest one
They stole from you our secret psalm
In the distance
I can hear
Our melodies
badly sung

No regrets carried
onto the cold winter lake
satin withered scarves
unveil what lies
within their eyes

No regrets buried
beneath the impure soil
satin withered scarves
That veil what lies
within her eyes



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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #452 on: February 25, 2013, 01:55:55 PM »
When one wanders through the dark recesses of one’s own mind the twisted thoughts of perversion eclipse any fictional idea ever written. In the darkness we see far more than in the light. The imagery can manifest to reality and then the danger really begins. Trapped in a vortex of deception the things we think to be illusion are the things we set in motion to destroy. Unknowingly we hide behind the mask of sanity while the madness spills onto everything we touch. We fool others primarily because we have fooled ourselves and the lies we perpetrate are the truths we conceal. Only when it crumbles down around us do we recognize the lies in disguise. Beware of the well that leads us to hell, as we calmly devour our daily bread.
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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #453 on: February 26, 2013, 08:59:20 PM »
Don't let me find that bottle,
 the one with a Genie awaiting release.
She would surely grant me at least one wish.
I would repent for the rabbits and cure the planet of man,
making him a fossil of which the decendants of Dolphins would piece together.


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Re: Official Poetry Thread
« Reply #454 on: February 27, 2013, 08:39:14 AM »
Danger waits in silent shade
Sinister whispers cry my name
Patience overgrows its cage

Revenge for you my dearest one
They stole from you our secret psalm
In the distance
I can hear
Our melodies
badly sung

No regrets carried
onto the cold winter lake
satin withered scarves
unveil what lies
within their eyes

No regrets buried
beneath the impure soil
satin withered scarves
That veil what lies
within her eyes

Nice piece of poetry, Ben. I like it.