The world (and here) seems to be in an emotional valley lately. Poetry has been known to transend and rise a spirit above the mundane. Lets see if anyone can get something out of it.
Everyone should try. Not something you have read, heard, or written before. Something done now, right off the top of your head. No rules or structure, just let it flow. Here you cannot be wrong of fail.
A Rumor Of One ~ Boondawg
Medussa eyes of solid stone, Within a crowd, a man alone. The mass, in flow, a shoulder brush, The void, the crush, a heart untouched. A word, a look, a rush of fear, To eyes gone cold, an empty ear. A flash of movement, jump in time, The noise a twisted nursery rhyme. The sights, the sounds, the will comes closed, Frozen empty, stuck in pose. In this madness, right or wrong, Of my own, I don't belong.
I thought about Rumor and my percieved alienation of subway travel.
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Oh great.. you thought of me... and it inspired you to write poetry...?
Good stuff.
"Poetry hath charms to soothe the savage breast." Now put 'em on the glass!
------------------ And they said one to another, "Behold, for here comes the dreamer. Come now, let us slay him and we shall see what then will become of his dreams." ~ Genesis 37: 19-20
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A rock.. a stone Not just flesh and bone, More than just here A speck on the sphere, Alive and moving Never losing.. just grooving, Learning the stage No matter what age, Now looking back Who measures the trek, Gazing ahead Its not all been said, More to go through More to do, Someone is there Someone is aware, Is it me or is it you?
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Warm the block, around the clock Round the bend, Another mend Over the hill, Another thrill After the sun, evening’s begun The tires worn, but the night just born The road beckons, my mind reckons ...I'll keep on drivin
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Oh great.. you thought of me... and it inspired you to write poetry...?
Good stuff.
WHAT ????...you 2 git a roooommm......
He was just a stallion never broken heart of gold and hoves like fire Run like the wind, that was his token. Just a memory now Sands of time but every man wants to call a wild horse "mine"
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So low, you are that I cannot find the words to express my ewujfrklfreglfugbfewbiewbri;rbi;ebi;ew;biheerwterwtertwtewrterwterwterwtertertert34t (Damn, one day, I'm NOT gonna make it home.)
-Rumor
My life, a twisted nursery rhyme.
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"Poetry hath charms to soothe the savage breast." Now put 'em on the glass!
"Oh, it's cold!" Oh! It's colder than the nipple on a witches t*t, it's colder than a bucket of penguin sh*t. It's colder than the hairs on a Polar Bears ass, it's colder than the frost on a champagne glass.
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Sometimes I'll get an idea or thought, and I'll Google the phrase to see what comes up. You'd be amazed what you can find. Feeling melancholy one day, I Googled the phrase "sweet darkness" and found this:
Sweet Darkness
When your eyes are tired the world is tired also.
When your vision has gone no part of the world can find you.
Turn to go into the dark where the night has eyes to recognize its own.
There you can be sure you are not beyond love.
The dark will be your womb tonight.
The night will give you a horizon further than you can see.
You must learn one thing. The world was made to be free in.
Give up all other worlds except the one to which you belong.
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn
anything or anyone that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.
-David Whyte
While it's not a work of my own, it was my thought that led me to it.
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We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats' feet over broken glass In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men.
This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.
------------------ And they said one to another, "Behold, for here comes the dreamer. Come now, let us slay him and we shall see what then will become of his dreams." ~ Genesis 37: 19-20
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We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats' feet over broken glass In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men.
This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.
That always makes me want to say "bang". Just to spite it.
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A turn of fortune, a twist of fate, A moment early, a lifetime late. A goal in thought, another run, A start, then stop, a thing undone. A thought, an action, a questioned quest, In life a choice, another test.
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There’s nothing to share in this poem today; I can’t think of anything needful to say. In fact, truth be told, since the day is so dull, the following verses are void, and they’re null.
I harbor no secret I’m dying to tell, or snippet of wisdom on which you may dwell; I’m not feeling angry, ecstatic, or blue, or anxious to posit a new point of view.
So why do you read it? The points are all moot; you’d be more fulfilled by some other pursuit- perhaps making love or repainting a wall, or sleeping, or answering nature’s old call?
My sheer lack of vision has been manifest in dumb, shallow stanzas and poor anapest; you’ve squandered this minute on doggerel stew, I gave you a warning- the joke is on you!
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Push aside the curtains of sleep Stand up real slow, on old aching feet. Shuffle with slippers too worn to stay on, to the bathroom to be greeted, as every morn By a face, so tired I barely know it. Where did those days go, when I thought I would stay forever a youngster, living life every day Without a real care, and no furrowed brow. Oh sweet youth, where are you now?
It will come to you too, but you give it no thought Your youth is eternal, your skin is so taught But it doesn't creep up, unseen and so sly It comes a flash, a meteor in the sky. yesterday? HA!! You paid it no mind. Why should I worry I'm feeling fine!! But oh 'fore you know it, you're left behind. The things that you learned in your life came and left, like a wink of an eye.
Why do we grow old, when all that we learned is mocked and derided and so often spurned. I try to explain, from an older guy's view The pain and the joy that you will pass through I thought that the point, of staying around When you're too old to do all the things you will find. But HEY!! I'm to blame!! Cos I DID THE SAME!!
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We're only as old as we act Sometimes we might not act with enough tact, But act we do Both I and you, One way or another and we all had a mother, I know some of us see how cool it can be, When we be sort of decent to eachother.
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Originally posted by Boondawg: The world (and here) seems to be in an emotional valley lately. Poetry has been known to transend and rise a spirit above the mundane. Lets see if anyone can get something out of it. Everyone should try. Not something you have read, heard, or written before. Something done now, right off the top of your head. No rules or structure, just let it flow. Here you cannot be wrong of fail.
Can I try ? You had to believe I would, . I wanted to be the first to reply to this post but ... was unsure if it was marked politics, and didn't know if it was marked religion.
The Religion Of Politics
by cliffw
When it comes a time in the life of many, who have no beliefs ...no not any, They tend to believe in a higher power, To make their life meaningful hour by hour.
The higher power being omnipotent, Erases reasonability from the quotient, From the churches with steeples, To the government's sheeples.
They make their messiahs, All else are pariahs, It's either salvation, or to all else damnation.
The beliefs they are fervent, The causes are urgent, From the plight of the poor, To those that want more.
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Gosh, I really did want to put more time into this (thought and done, other than topic, in the last 20 minutes) but have been busy making the most of a fracked up situation. I hope to get back to it.
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Can I try ? You had to believe I would, . I wanted to be the first to reply to this post but ... was unsure if it was marked politics, and didn't know if it was marked religion.
The Religion Of Politics
by cliffw
When it comes a time in the life of many, who have no beliefs ...no not any, They tend to believe in a higher power, To make their life meaningful hour by hour.
The higher power being omnipotent, Erases reasonability from the quotient, From the churches with steeples, To the government's sheeples.
They make their messiahs, All else are pariahs, It's either salvation, or to all else damnation.
The beliefs they are fervent, The causes are urgent, From the plight of the poor, To those that want more.
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Gosh, I really did want to put more time into this (thought and done, other than topic, in the last 20 minutes) but have been busy making the most of a fracked up situation. I hope to get back to it.
That is excellent.
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No. It's not. I like the theme though. If we, this forum, can master the thought, in poetry, it might be able to rival "Yes Virginia, there is a Santa Clause". I was wondering if I should have called it the "politics of religion". Thank you though. flamberge, good good stuff, . EDIT fogglethorpe, good good stuff, !
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An empty heart is just a stone, A love unshared is borne alone. A hand untouched is never there, A voice unheard, just empty air. Piercing eyes that never look, Will never know the gift untook. When my pain you find in thee, I welcome you, come die with me.
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