Our little Poets...

[Bren]

Another observational one.....it's quite long :roll:

November 18th (Liverpool)

People
crowding, shoving,
searching, talking,
buying , selling
in the market.
Stalls,bright coloured,
patterns,carpets
pots and pans,
people.
All definition lost in a confusion of colour.
Rain
falling steadily
blurring all
colours into one
rainbow
of movement.
You
walking
shuffling along
through anxious crowds
of unseeing eyes,
who pay as much
attention to you
as they would to a lampost.
a moving mass
of uneasy, restless people.
You
huddled for comfort
from cold
in someone's
cast-off rags of grey,
billowing about your gaunt frame.
Hair a-tangle
caught by the wind.
face expressionless.
Clothed in the colour
of this November day.
Shoes stuffed with newspaper
in vain attempt to stop the rain
seeping through the holes.
You
wound your way
through crowds.
Clutching a carrier bag
filled with paper
like it were a child
for comforting
or a secret store
of hidden treasure.
You
shuffled in to
the bustling
market crowds.

I left there
to question
and stare
at the rain falling in to grey
litter-strewn puddles
and watch the city drown.
While on the hazy horizon
a faint rainbow
in the colours of life
danced
feebly
in an attempt
to shine.

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Nice poem Bren.

Hell is a rain of fists
A tormented cry
A withered shivering child
The mother shrieks and screams
And screams and screams and screams

Hell is a head smashed against the wall
A bl00dy nose
A childs head smashed against the wall
A broken bone
A broken soul
Hell is a bathroom gas chamber
While the mother lies and drinks
And drinks and drinks and drinks

Oh the neighbors won't listen
To the awful cries the awful cries
Of the child with the slashed chest
And the mother lies the mother lies
Ah! The bl00dy lies the bl00dy lies

Hell is flesh on a hot stove
Hell is the childs mind
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Deliver him from evil
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Deliver him
Deliver him
Deliver him from the devil

Hell is the rain that never stops
Hell is the child left to rot
Hell is the sun that never heats
Hell is the newpaper for sheets
Hell is the hunger so unforgiving
Hell is the life that's not worth living. . .

STOP CHILD ABUSE NOW

[Bren]

Very powerful poem Eyeore


Bren

[Rob The Badger]

thanks.

[RSG]

riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. . .good stuff.

i just wanted to say something :oops:

Bren, you have some great stuff, I can relate to most of that stuff in the Child poem U read.

Every_1 great job!!

I promise, I will write something tonight and post it here tomorow. okay, c yea

[Rob The Badger]

Why do little girls cry?
Well, the boys, they lie
That's why little girls cry. . .

In a house
(Not far from here)
A little girl grins
From ear to ear
The boy next door he loved her
He'd never do her harm
And he'd take a bullet for her
(But only in the arm. . .)

The little children laugh and pray
Unaware that they, someday
Will grow, and all the sick'ning woe
That will be brought upon them both
(It's just not worth thinking about)

They used to tell eachother secrets
They never asked for more
But in June they were found kissing
Behind the stable door

Then Jimmy got exited
Got more than a paper round
He fell in with the wrong crowd
And has since, never been found

And now the little girl
In the house not far from here
Is softly, sadly weeping
Throat slit
From ear to ear. . .

[dottie]

Let us weep for the children,
Torn apart by hate,
Fathers face like thunder,
Mothers face bruised and beat,
Love was plundered,
And life was a cheat.

Mend these people,
God won't you please.



Father in jail,
Looking for bail,
Mother in limbo,
Childrens hearts bruised.

Mend these people,
God won't you please

[Rob The Badger]

You're onto something there Dot (can I call ya Dot? Don't mind if I already did) Anyway, yeah, looks like that could turn into a really good poem, keep it up.

[dottie]

You're onto something there Dot (can I call ya Dot? Don't mind if I already did) Anyway, yeah, looks like that could turn into a really good poem, keep it up.

Thanks eyeore, yes Dot ok :D Will keep working on it, did write some of my own poetry and posted it at the beginning of 'Give a little Time', if you care to go and have a look, much in the same vein, although not written from personal experience, thank goodness

[Rob The Badger]

Right. This is a poem. It's about me. And it very reavealing, but these are some things I want to share, so uh, here goes:

These are the words of a serial victim
Hung by his feet in a barthroom stall
For loving his love and giving his all

It was only a hopeless fancy
But it meant much more to me
You were out of my reach
In more ways than one
And it's been nigh on two years now

But you're a boy and I'm a boy
And that's all that they can see
But love is the same as it ever was
(But you'll never want me)

The people stare,
Well, I just don't care
And I'll stop the rain from falling
If a drop would hurt your head

I'll love you as much a I love anyone
But you're more interested in her. . .
I'm such a sickening mess
And as far as I can tell
The world will turn regardless
(I lost my bag again. . .)

"Is it wrong to love your love,
And give nothing but your all?"
Says the voice of the serial victim
Upside down in the bathroom stall[/i]

[Rob The Badger]

I think we should have a poetry competition. Introduce some spice into this thread.
Eache week a theme could be set (Autumn for example). And votes are cast at the end of the week as to who one that round. Then in the proceeding weeks the subjects become more direct (a tree, for exapmple) and thus harder (or supposedly). After the contest, a final vote shall be cast, based on rounds won, and best entry. The winner could get something cool to put in their sig, like "Sister, I'm a poet!". Or something equally poetic. Who's with me?

[mariella]

I absolutely love reading these poems here, Eyeore. But a competition?
There is already So much competing in this world...maybe enough for me.
Well, if you have one, I will enjoy reading it...no way 'I can loose/win', being unable to write anything' :lol:

...Thank you again, for the poems! you guys are artists!

xxx

Mariella

[Rob The Badger]

Well yes, it'd be for fun more than any real rivalry. Just a thought mind.

[mariella]

I know that...Sorry, I am sure a lot of people will like the idea.
Keep up the good work!

xxx

Mariella

[White of High]

Did you mean with suicide?
Maybe yes...
Where do I find the otherside?...

...in my heart you depress...

[Rob The Badger]

Short. I like short things. . .

[White of High]

Short, but... also long...

[Bren]

Eyeore,
way back on page 2 of this topic it was suggested that we had a competition...i objected to it then and would still do now...sorry
if others want to fine ..but i would not participate if it was made into a competition.
It's not the reason i write poetry.My poems are very personal , about events that have happened about my feelings.....i love this topic but won't post here if it's turned into a competition.

just my opinion Eyeore...sorry..just being honest.

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Fair enough. I suppose it is a bit. . .er. . .capitalistic. . .

[dottie]

Let us weep for the children,
Torn apart by hate,
Fathers face like thunder,
Mothers face bruised and beat,
Love was plundered,
And life was a cheat.

Mend these people,
God won't you please.



Father in jail,
Looking for bail,
Mother in limbo,
Childrens hearts bruised.

Mend these people,
God won't you please

Mistys Poem - Author Unknown

My name is Misty
I am but three
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see
I must be stupid
I must be bad
What else could have
Made my daddy so mad?
I wish I were beter
I wish I weren't ugly
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.
When I'm awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!" I scream
But its to late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Misty
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.

[Rob The Badger]

The Boy Who Loved Another

I may be loud
I may be brash
But I'm still a boy
And a boy needs love
A boy needs to be held
Close to someone. . .
It doesn't matter who
As long as they love me

I need to have a shoulder
I don't need to cry
I just need to lie
And know that the world is sane

I may be big
And I may be strong
But I need someone like you,
Who I can depend on,
I need someone like you

I don't need romance
I just need a chance
To be loved
For once in my life
I just need to love and be loved by you

(Look at me the way I want you to. . .)

[Testify]

powerful poem Dottie.

brought a tear to my eye and i dont do that often.


i enjoy reading these.

Think your all fantastic.

[Rob The Badger]

Of all the people I've ever known
I think you're my favourite
Because you're funny,
And you make me laugh
And I know that you would never
Break my heart in half

Now that's all good and well
But if I ever dared to tell
You'd turn and run a hundred miles
But I suppose I can dream
It seems. . .

'In the darkened street corner
Where the serial muggers play
I'd push you up against the wall
And we'd kiss till the break of day'

So when you smile
I want the guile
To make you mine for life
But in a world where every poem
Is strung up and mobbed
There's not a word I could speak
Of the wonder so unique
That would ever turn your head

You know, I think hope's dead. . .

[Bren]

beautiful Eyeore, it ends on such a note of sadness


Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Thanks Bren. All the stuff I'm churning out at the moment is rather hopless. I'm going though some confusing times right now, I think the last line of the last post I made pretty much sums up my opinion of things right now.

[Bren]

That is very much reflected in your poetry Eyeore. We all go through bad times, sad times, confusing times, part of life...it's good that you can write about your feelings in your poetry.
I find in times of great emotion or stress writing my feelings in to a poem helps me to sort out how i feel about a situation.
Perhaps you will find that too.
Hope better times are ahead for you Eyeore


Bren

[Bren]

Eyeore,
this is one i wrote once when feeling without hope.
I was watching a kestrel in flight when i wrote it ...in the poem the kestrel is also a person..the two are interwoven

Kestrel

High above,
beyond my insanity
you soar and hover
free as the air
that holds you.
Mocking my imprisonment.

A memory
a re-occurring thought
you come and go
through the infinite rivers
of my mind.

A vision
bringing me hope
yet also self-destruction
with each new appearance.

A voice
that remains silent
yet forever teaches me

how hopeless
my situation is

in reality.


In freedom

You wander the
winds loneliness, while i

remain still
an open mind
through which you fly.

Inside me
your appearance stirs
from my restless mind
new thoughts on life.

Old memories
now grow faint.
Your appearance, broke the
mirrors, that once reflected
my past life.

Now i
see only you
and shut out Life's
realities, except those truths
that i see
through your eyes.

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

The naysayers are lying in their graves
As the spirit raves and dances
Through my very veins

The stars are made of silver
The sky's an epic dreamscape
With colours and creams
And all sorts of things

The mountains are full to the brim
With beauty and love and all things red
My head's alive with this thing I've found
I'll never, ever,
Never ever
Fall to the ground again

The twilight, orange town
Will never get me down
I'm drunk on light
I'm stoned on sound;
And the eccstatic grandeur
Of heavens guitar
Sings soft lullaby's
To a weary traveller's ear. . .

It's never going to rain
As long as I'm sane
No, no it's never gonna rain
again!

Sure!

[Rob The Badger]

Justv edited last post to a full poem and this one's (*shock, gasp! :o *) notdepressing! Anyway, I like it. :D But hey, I'm slighlty biased.(Only slightly mind :)).

[Bren]

Ilike it too Eyeore, like it a lot :D

Bren

[Bren]

just a simple Autumn poem this time

Early Autumn

Set light to the world
watch it burn itself out
in Autumn spleandour.
Fruit is ripening
touched by the unseen hand
that lit the fire of Autumn
now sweeping through this land.
First flames flicker through the Elm tops
scarlet poppies burn down the golden corn
fire-flame, beauty blazing
a future death, not yet born.

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Good Lord. Bren your stuff really is the best.

[Bren]

Why thankyou Eyeore :D very kind of you to say so


Bren

[Rob The Badger]

You're welcome.

[RSG]

I know, I'm 16, and I am not the best writer in the world. But I had some cool thoughts and images in my head, so I thought I'd share it. Please feel free to give me some CONSTRUCTIVE criticim. This is my first song so please, don't be to hard on me. :D :oops: :P :idea:
Its a little long

Victom Of Reality

Everyday we come to face to face with reality.
Reality is life. It just happens.
There is just no questioning its ways.
Reality can be good and amazing. But for
some of us it can be horrible, scary or bad.

I feel like a victom of reality. When
everything seems to go okay,
something crashes down.- With such
a force- a force that causes
my cloudy eyes to pour out rain.
The rain poors on me, and I
run for shelter someone to call to
but even if I'm under a roof, the rain
of reality still poors on me, there's just
no escaping it!

Its spinning around me in circles.It feels like
being in the eye of a tornado.
Illusions of my fears inside it.
Circling around me, I keep my eyes
on it focusing between the fears,
looking for some good moment to crawl
out too. Above me is endless red
sky in height. Below my feet is
a rock, about to break.
With lava all around it. I can't move anywhere.
Its a wonder why the stone
hasn't broke. Sweat is pouring down
my face, and is crawling down my body.
There seems to be no way out, and my skin is
very hot. Right in front of me drops
a rope, and something heavenly, softly told me to grab it.
I grabbed a hold of the rope and I pulled with all my arm
strength. Slowly I proceed up the rope
I climb and climb knowing reality is
trying to pull me down.I am starting to see brown
pointed mountains miles away,
surrounding the hole I was in. The
red sky made it looked like hell to
be almost at the top. Another 20
feet and I will be there and everything
will be right again. And from the
red sky, what feels like acid rain poors down my sore
arms crawling down pushing my sweat
aside. Thunder crashes, and the rope begins to sway.
I slowly blink once and hope that
when I reopened them the scene would
change. I opened my eyes and as I face
up towards the rope. The rope gains so much tension
it snaps, and as the two pieces separate, I could
have sworn I seen terror's eyes looking at me. The rope above
just slightly moves . I throw the rope
I was holding on to and as I fall with my arms
open wide, my ears go deaf and all I can see
is my body quickly falling. Falling towards the bottom of
where I once stood.

I feel like a victom of reality. When
everything seems to go okay,
something crashes down.- With such
a force- a force that causes
my cloudy eyes pour out rain.
The rain poors on me, and I
run for shelter someone to call to,
but even if I'm under a roof, the rain
of reality still poors on me, there's just
no escaping it! I run from all the bad times.
As it chases me from behind! I go and see
a good time, but it always turns out wrong in
the end. It only happens to me, I just can't take it.
This life of mine Will never be right.
Its not getting better,
and its surely getting worse.
My life flashes by me.
good moments become wrongs!

(SOLO)

And they sung to me!!!

<Believe in your days, and don't fear them.
It will turn out good, if you ignore them.
Believe in what we say, because its true.
Just play the song, that special song, the
one that makes you feel. The one that makes
you feel like everything's okay, and that (CHOIR)
you believe. The heart and soul, put into
the beat, from the voice, that makes you feel.
That life is full, of ups and downs.
And for you right now, your elevators' going down.
But it will soon go up. And it may go down again,
but always remember, it will always end up, going up!>

<fast>

Life threw me a bike, and I'm crusing it down my path.
A path of ups, and no downs. Everything is great, wind
blowing through my hair. A grin on my face. And on
this sunny roadway off to the side. There's a young
girl my age, who wants a ride on my motorbike.
I said, "Sure why not, hop on and we can go for a ride
where abouts you going!" She said, "Take me where your
going, I want to leave here. My life here is boring and
life is tearing me down." I said I'd take her with me,
I could sure use the company. I'll make your life better,
and at the same time I'll be going to change my life.
Reality threw me pain, of tears, and years of scare.
Well now, I don't care. Because where I'm going will be
better. I'm leaving this town,
to find some better times.

(normal)
Cause it ain't getting any
better here. Oh no, it ain't
getting better here!
No its not!
oh, no its not.
Getting...better...here.

Getting better here.

(Well if you got this far, please give me any comments, or adjustments on what I could do in future songs, or what I could fix on this one. Thanks.

[heat]

Here's a poem that i've been working on for a while. Hope you like it.


Feeling like nothing,
Feeling alone.
It's not what i wanted,
No more than you.
But you don't care about me,
All you care for is you.
You you you you.
You have your shoulder.
My pillow will do.

[Bren]

Hello RSG,It's good to see you posting here, good that you are writing your thoughts and ideas down. If this is your first effort...i'd say you did a good job :D

Bren

[Bren]

Hi Heat :D ,
nice to have you posting here, i like your poem, but it's sad.

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

*Ahem*
*The music critic steps up to the plate*
Right RSG, I'm going to giv you my opinion of your song lyric. As Bren said, for a first effort it is commendable, but you asked for criticism so heree we go.

First of all, I think it's a little too long. I think you could be more succinct in what you say. However, if you want to keep the lenght, try re-working the structure as it seems a tad overbearing at times.
I'm a little worried about the style, but seeing as this is your first lyric, you have a while to work on it. I feel you're trying to insert poetic images in a non-poetic context.

E.G.

"I feel like a victim of reality. When
everything seems to go okay,
something crashes down.- With such
a force- a force that causes
my cloudy eyes to pour out rain. "

The last image doesn't seem to fit the context of the previous lines. If you see what I mean. I think the removal of the word 'cloudy' would suffice to make that line better. Again, just my opinion.
Your style does show promise, especially as a lyric, but I think you're overreaching yourself in terms of what you want to acheive.
I assume you want a big bombastic rock song here. The lyric doesn't fit this from what I see. Also, returning to the issue of length, I feel that a long rock song needs a lyric a little more solid than this.
Don't worry, it took years for me to develop a lyrical style that I can honestly call my own, but here's a tip. Start by borrowing the styles and lines of other people who's lyrics/poetry you like (only for practice, wouldn't want you getting sued now) and eventually, your own style will emerge, better imagery will come to your mind and you'll write better lyrics. Hell, I started using this technigue, and my lyrical style isn't perfect, but I think it's improving, and so will yours, over time.
Hope this was in some way helpful to you.

Heat, I really like your poem too, very nice, simple, sweet. Reminds me of my stuff. . . dunno why 8O maybe my style ain't that varied. :lol:
But seriously, it's very good.

[heat]

Heat, I really like your poem too, very nice, simple, sweet. Reminds me of my stuff. . . dunno why 8O maybe my style ain't that varied. :lol:
But seriously, it's very good.

Thank you Eyeore, Bren too.

I'm a little nervous about posting some of my poems on here as you are both at such a high standard, it's a little daunting :roll:

[Rob The Badger]

Don't worry Heat, we're here because we like to write and read poetry (lyrics, whatever) and we want to share this with others. The more the merrier!

[Bren]

Don't worry Heat, we're here because we like to write and read poetry (lyrics, whatever) and we want to share this with others. The more the merrier!
Couldn't have put it better myself Eyeore...the more people that post here , the more variety and different styles, the better :D
Keep writing and posting them Heat, :D ...i would like to see that

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

In the midnight hour
I can see you through the haze
Of memories and stardust

You're standing in the alley
The dirty filthy alley
Holding a bag of Jelly Babies
And my hand. . .

The air sweeps my face
Your hair brushes my cheek
And so I turn. . .
And your there

I find myself staring
Into the most beautiful eyes
That I've ever, ever seen
And they're staring right back at mine

If the walls start closing in
Well I don't care
It really doesn't matter
My jacket and arm
Is all the protection
You'll ever need

[RSG]

Thank You Very Very Much. :D I will be sure take all your advice. This is my first effort, so thank you for your comments, greatly appreciated. :P

[Rob The Badger]

That's what we're here for RSG, You're very welcome. :up:

[Bren]

Like your poem Eyeore :D

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Thanks again Bren!

[Rob The Badger]

These Days

These days I really don't care
If the sky falls in
Or if windows shatter
'Cos as long as there's you
These things don't matter

[heat]

You.

You sit there, day after day after day,
Waiting.
Endlessly wishing i'd remember you.
But i do.
And i can't tell you.
Because, just because.
The reason would hurt you and haunt you.
Sorry.

[Rob The Badger]

Heat, you're stuff is very reminiscent of my early stuff. . .te really non-rhymey stuff. Weird. . .Maybe it's just me who sees it. But all the same I really like the latest one. Such a simple statement. And very effective. :D

[heat]

Heat, you're stuff is very reminiscent of my early stuff. . .te really non-rhymey stuff. Weird. . .Maybe it's just me who sees it. But all the same I really like the latest one. Such a simple statement. And very effective. :D

Thanks Eyeore.

I guess i always found rhyming poems remind me of being in primary school - i can remember my teacher telling me that all my poems HAD to rhyme. I hated it - all that conformity is just so not me :wink:

[Rob The Badger]

I know what you mean, but I can't say much coz a lot of the poems I'm writing at the mo rhyme in places. lol.

[Rob The Badger]

I am all there is.
It's just me who needs saving.
Me, and no one else.

[heat]

I pick up the handset,
the dial tone humming.
Aniticipation, fear, excitment,
jostling for first place.
I dial the number,
listen to the clicks.
The first ring, the second,
the third.
Then you.
Only you.

[Rob The Badger]

V.Cool Heat :D

[Chris]

Silence
the tapping of nervous fingers
silence
the pounding of an anxious heart
silence

RING
that's it
RING
the panic starts rising
RING
a trembling hand extends
Hello?

[heat]

Chris - i really do like your peom - so from the heart - amazing. :D

[Bren]

Hi Heat , Hi Chris, i like your poems
great to see you both posting here :D

Bren

[Chris]

Cheers Bren. I have my moments

I think I will try and do some more one day.

[dottie]

The page was grey,
The mind was blank,
The posting inane,
But who was to blame?

It was not me she said,
I was not here,
I'd just popped out
To buy a bed.
:oops:

[Bren]

Love it Dottie :lol:

Bren

[ROSIE]

I guess everyone is watching the football????


Rosie
I'm going to bed

[Rob The Badger]

Here's a one off.

Boy

“I’ve seen the future of all mankind!
So I’m going to leave you all behind . . .”

Don’t worry to wonder why,
Because I’m happy it should be this way,
Don’t you dare start to cry,
There’s not a bribe you could give to make me stay,

I’ve lived my life in Cardinal Sin
(Don’t be too alarmed, so have you)
So maybe I’ll murder the child within
For I’ve outgrown his innocent skin.

In a world where the life-stream is stagnant
There’s no room for an upheld chin
And you find yourself asking
“What is there left to believe in?”

So for now I’m off to bed
And back to the real world. . .

[dottie]

[quote="Eyeore"]Here's a one off.



.”

Don’t worry to wonder why,
Because I’m happy it should be this way,
Don’t you dare start to cry,
There’s not a bribe you could give to make me stay,

Are you sure eyeore?

[Rob The Badger]

I'll come back full time when the time's right for me. Cheers for the support.

[dottie]

I'll come back full time when the time's right for me. Cheers for the support.

Take care my friend :)

[Bren]

I'll come back full time when the time's right for me. Cheers for the support.

Take care my friend :)

Indeed, take care of yourself Eyeore,you have many friends here :D
remember that.

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

I wonder sometimes,
Do you think of me
The way I think of you
When your head rest on your pillow?

When all I want to do
Is crash my head through the cathedral wall
And repent my every crime
You're there to sooth my eyes. . .
The Cardinal said:
"With a bleeding head,
He knelt down and cried"

I wonder
Am I ever in your mind
DO I EVER COME TO MIND
When you lie in bed.
With a bleeding head
I just break down and cry. . .

[Wild_Honey]

:cry: :cry: :cry: Wonderful one, Eyeore! :cry: :cry: :cry:

[dottie]

When all I want to do
Is crash my head through the cathedral wall


Wait for a while,
and you will start to smile.

[Rob The Badger]

I'm sorry to keep posting here bu this is all I can do to vent a lot of the crappy stuff I'm feeling right now. . so uh, I don't suppose any of the crap I'm writing now will have any relevance next week. So this poem is for right now.

day after day

Day after day
At half past seven
The orange hum of a sun bleached hillside
Glows and beams like an angels wing

The cold side of the pillow
Provides little comfort
For the thoughts of another day,
Another body-wrecking, soul-corroding day,
Well, they creep and seep into every crevace of your mind
The moans and groans of Mondays past
Darken the lines of my face

And so with an aching back
And a throbbing heart
I clamber out of bed

And I dress myself
And I cleanse myself
And I don't bother,
With such vulgar things
As breakfast
Or the coming of ones hair
But I slap on my cap
And I get out of the house
And I walk
And I walk
And I sing to myself

These things are dull
(I know)
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was

The day makes dull(er)
What could have possibly been
Possibility. . .

And I walk home
With the sun on my neck
And the wind picks up so much
But it passes me by
Unfortunately. . .
So I walk and I walk and I talk and I talk
Oh do shut up please. . .
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was

The west stabs the sun
It bleeds over the hillsides
Staining them deeply crimson
And the sun dies slowly
nobly
slowly
Same as it ever was

The Gods light stars to warm their hands
And blankets of blackness cover the land

The sounds of life and the sights of the city
Draw me from my bed to the window
I long to be with them
(With you)
Who laughs and cries and jeers and lies
And lives a life that I'd love to call my own

(But I won't go out tonight
I'll stay in and get things done. . .)

The enveloping warmth of a broken bed
Seems to heal my broken spine
Seems to hold back the tears for one more hour. . .

The drink is poured
The glasses smashed
And from the depths of the house
The yells of very ugly people can be heard

A left and a right and the land is ours
And the broken glasses mirrors the evening sky

And I lie in bed and cry
I lie in bed and cry
No one tells me what to do
No one tells me who to love
No one tells me where to go
"Oh leave him be,
He'll find his way,
someday"

So as I climb back
Into the uncomfortable
Aching bed
I'm feeling so desperately lonely tonight
And there's no one to be seen
There's no one I can dream of
(Not even you)
Who can tell me 'It's ok'
In that condecending way. . .
And make me feel happy for a while. . .

So I'll fall out of bed
Maybe once, maybe twice
And I'll lie on the bedroom floor and stare
I'll simply stare
And
no
one
really
cares
. . .

[Bren]

Good to see you Eyeore :D
That is a very powerful and beautifully written poem, i love the first verse
It's good that you are writing them, i always find writing things down helps.
this poem, very good indeed Eyore.
Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Thanks Bren. . .much appreciated.

[dottie]

Eyeore this brought tears to my eyes :(

[Rob The Badger]

Eyeore this brought tears to my eyes :(

It's a very honest piece. As I said, it was a poem for that moment. I wrote down every thought that was in my head. Every one of those verses is something I thought about. That's why it's so disjointed, some of the metaphors are poetic, some are not. But uh. . .it's just a coping mechanism really. Writing all the stuff down gets it out of my head for a while.
I really think that poem is my life on paper. It's me, or what I know about me. Right now anyway. So err. . .there I am I guess.

[Wild_Honey]

http://www.gifsart.de/smilie/00000420.gif Eyeore, keep up your work. It's overwhelming. http://www.gifsart.de/smilie/00000420.gif

[Rob The Badger]

Thanks a lot WH. Everyone's so nice. . . :D
Here's an oddball composition. It's a little bit of literary wit. . .not very witty mind. Just a fun little verse. Enjoy.

The Mary Celeste and I

Come aboard the Mary Celeste
And we’ll go. A’ sailing west
on high winds. The Ocean drains you
of all your thoughts.
The calm blue waters so endlessly vast
Carve as a cleaver, the traditions of the past.

“We’re out on the waves now, me’ lad.”
Said the crusty voice of Old Man John
“So/ew we are” said I, in a thread-bear voice.
“There’s no looking back” Said Old Man John
“Aye, ‘tis true” said I, In a seeing way.

[Bren]

Eyeore this brought tears to my eyes :(
I agree Dottie, very beautiful, heart felt poem "day after day"..i found it very moving, because it's something i can relate to.

The cold side of the pillow
Provides little comfort
For the thoughts of another day,
Another body-wrecking, soul-corroding day,

I'm feeling so desperately lonely tonight
And there's no one to be seen
There's no one I can dream of


I'll simply stare
And
no
one
really
cares

i understand that feeling all to well.....

The west stabs the sun
It bleeds over the hillsides
Staining them deeply crimson
And the sun dies slowly
nobly
slowly
Same as it ever was

love this description...and

The orange hum of a sun bleached hillside
Glows and beams like an angels wing

The Gods light stars to warm their hands
And blankets of blackness cover the land

amazing and beautiful images/descriptions Eyeore, just love it, you have a real way with words, a real skill at writing i think this poem is one of the most powerful you have written, there's just something about it Eyeore.

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

:oops: Gosh. . .I really didn't expect this. . .er, thanks again. Again. Lot's. :D

[Em]

Eyeore I have just read 'day after day '. Have read it through several times. Think its one of the best poems you've posted here.

[Rob The Badger]

Em, thanks. Thanks to everyone. . .again.

Don't really think I can top that one yet. . .

[mariella]

Thank you so much, Eyeore...I think 'Day after Day' is a very beautiful poem.

xxx

Mariella

[Bren]

One from me today....this seemed appropriate...


The summers long since over
they've gathered in the golden grain
And Autumn leaves now dance
through the gently falling rain.
The bitter chill of morning wakes
memories that asleep have lain
and stirs a restless longing
to see you once again.

How quickly time has passed .
How long ago it seems.
How great the distance travelled
down a road of broken dreams.
For Time has turned the seasons
and warm colours paint my days
but there's an empty space inside
that NO Time can erase.

If one wish could be granted
though there's little i would change,
I'd wish away the emptiness
and be with you my friend.
Then the thoughts that woke this morning
could go to sleep again....
and like the Autumn leaves
i would dance in the rain.

Bren

[dottie]

Bren I feel privileged to read your poems - such depth of emotion

[Rob The Badger]

I agree Dottie. Love the way starts off as an ode to the end of summer, and descends(sp?) into a bitter ode to lonliness. My take anyway. Love the imagery, dancing leaves etc. Very nice. Like this one a lot Bren.

[Bren]

Thanks Dottie :D

Thanks Eyeore :D

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Where have the days gone?
When you quiver right down to your knees
The days of golden splendour
And pounding hearts under willow trees

Where have the days gone?
I know
They've been scrambled and whipped
They're memories
Well I'm here and I'm now. . .
I could do it all again
But where's the fun in that?
Life goes on. . .
I'll run until my feet are bleeding
I'll run until my lungs explode
I'll run until I collapse and die
I'll run but I don't know why. . .
No reason
But I'll run all the same. . .

There's nothing I know
That will ever grow old
There's nothing I am
That knows what it is
The honey tastes bitter and sour
And the rain is falls heavier by the hour.

Where are the days of wreckless innoscence?
Where are the days when I slept at night?
Where are the days when they said what they meant?
Where are the days when the sun was bright?
I know
They've been scrambled and whipped
They're memories
Well I'm here and I'm now. . .
I could do it all again
But where's the fun in that?
And every minute
Of every hour
Every day
Of every week
I'm one step closer to death
And one step further from innoscence
The light ain't so bright anymore.
Hear the bells. . .

[RSG]

Fellow Poets, and Friends, RSG (Anthony), here again with another poem. :oops:

Like my last one, I was hoping if I could get some more constructive criticim. Any comments please share, it helps me out, whether comments good or bad, thanks. :)


Easier Done Than Said

I can't say it, it is really hard.
I want to tell you no more, but I can't.
I have to say goodbye now,
Us together don't feel right no more.
There is something about us,
that just don't fit like it used too.
Sure its easy to feel this way and say
nothing at all. But when it comes to
telling you face to face, I get scared
and fear of how to say it.
How will you take it, How will I?
I got to get this over with soon,
because if I don't it will be too hard to
say later on. How do people call it off,
just like that. I could never call it off,
just like that.I think to myself, how to
work it out, and it sounds good, but when
I begin to tell you, I just shrug away, damn,
why is this so hard. You stare at me with
concern. I look up at you, may we
both never know why I made this choice,
it feels right and yet, so wrong. I'm sorry.

[Bren]

Good RSG, this is more honest and genuine.

Nice that you are, continuing to write and post here :D

Bren

[Bren]

Another good one Eyeore :D
i really like the poems you're writing at the moment, so full of emotion,
very strong , powerful .....i like them a lot


Bren

[heat]

here's another offering from me...


Expectations

Knowing but never met,
Speaking but never face to face.
What will it be like?
I know what i think...what about him?
Will he be dissapointed?
What if i'm not up to scratch?
Feelings running rampant,
Scared, shy, feeling slightly stupid.
Embarrassed but excited...
Waiting....

[Bren]

Good one Heat

Bren

[Bren]

today's thoughts from me..

Too Many Changes

Too many changes,
having to adapt,
adjust to the strangeness
wanting a path back.
Here and now
unsure and
alone
thrown by the changes
forward on to a path
you weren't planning on walking.
And Life has a laugh
at your expense.
Watches you struggle
sees your feeble attempts
to cope
with the tide of events
that inexorably sweeps
all that is good
from under your feet.
The world has turned colder
dismantling hope
leaving you
lost
completely alone,
wanting a safe harbour
a refuge
a home.
Clinging to your memories
to anchor you fast.
The future's uncertain,
you long for that brief time
in the past
when you were happy
for a short while.
And the memories dance
in your heart
and it smiles.
So wrap up tomorrow
and pack it away
let me stay safe
in my yesterday....
But ...
you know in your head
that come what may
tomorrow will dawn,
no matter what you do or say
And you have to steel yourself
to walk that path
And it's tough
And it's hard
because
you have to do it
Alone.

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

So wrap up tomorrow
and pack it away
let me stay safe
in my yesterday....
But ...
you know in your head
that come what may
tomorrow will dawn,
no matter what you do or say
And you have to steel yourself
to walk that path
And it's tough
And it's hard
because
you have to do it
Alone.


*Applauds*
Brilliant Bren.
Love that one.
And so here's my latest. . .it's er, not very good, I did it during a very boring Psychology lesson. . .

Repeat

Oh Mother, my hands are shaking
My heart, it's breaking.
Well, you've heard it all before. . .
Oh Mother, my hands are shaking

I'd tell you again
But all the pain and all the strain
Is just last year's news.
It's merely a failure to move on;
But to grow old,
Well that'd show a supreme lack of resolve.

Empty streets for an empty mind
"One more time, step back, rewind"

People can walk the path of life
Get mad and scream and stab and cuss
People trundle the walk of life
Me, well I'd rather catch the bus. . .

I'd write a thousand beautiful songs
But you've heard it all before
So instead I'll try to write the many wrongs
And close a million open doors.

Oh Mother, my hands are shaking
My ears are bleeding
My body's breaking
Oh mother my hands are shaking. . .
And my wretchéd soul is aching (again). . .

[Bren]

*Applauds*
Brilliant Bren.
Love that one.
And so here's my latest. . .it's er, not very good, I did it during a very boring Psychology lesson. . .

Thanks Eyeore :D , i wrote "too many changes" this morning while having a tea break.
i love the verse from your latest poem

People can walk the path of life
Get mad and scream and stab and cuss
People trundle the walk of life
Me, well I'd rather catch the bus. . .

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Thanks Bren.

Monday Night in The City

I don't want to walk home alone
Through the alleys and shadowed avenues,
I want you by my side
I don't want to have to hide anymore.

I may be as hard as a rusty nail
I may be sad and I may be blue
But it's the ones who've cracked
that the light shines through.

Darling, you've the brightest soul
You're one, a beautiful, perfect whole
Darling, I'm a sunken wreck
With a tremulant heart and scrawny neck

So walk me through the sordid world
And all that my tremulant heart requires
Is that you never say a single word
Don't speak at all, you little thing
I beg of you, denounce the Ring
Denounce the Ring and then you'll see
The wonders all too plain to me

I say 'walk me home',
But I don't want to go home,
I want to walk, that's all
Sure. . .
I want to dance, that's all

[Bren]

Hi Eyeore

I may be as hard as a rusty nail
I may be sad and I may be blue
But it's the ones who've cracked
that the light shines through.

Love it

Bren

[Bren]

Something a little different from me....

Moon On A Stick

You don't see who i am.
You belittle all i do.
You criticize until i'm sick of it.
What is it that you want from me?
Should i give you the moon on a stick?

Other people's opinion's don't come in to it,
You always have to be right,
and i bet that you'd still find fault with it
Even if i could give you the moon on a stick.

Do you want the moon on a stick?

First you want this and then you don't
Then you might and then you won't.
You don't know what you really want,
But i know it isn't me.

I can't make the pieces of this puzzle fit
I just can't make any sense of it.
You run rings around me 'till i'm sick of it
Would it make any difference
If i gave you the moon on a stick?

Do you want the moon on a stick?

You do not value what you have
Don't appreciate what it is you've got.
You're jealous of what others have
And envy those who have what you have not.
I've given you all i have to give
And it saddens me that it's come to this.

Have you thought,of just what you're throwing away?
What it will come to if you go on like this?
You, by yourself,
In the emptiness
Alone
with the moon on a stick.

[Em]

Moon on a stick - like this one Bren, can really relate to this


You don't see who i am.
You belittle all i do.
You criticize until i'm sick of it.
What is it that you want from me?
Should i give you the moon on a stick?


This bit reminds me how I felt in the months (or was it years?) leading up to my divorce.

BTW I'm much happier now... but seem unable to write any poetry myself at the moment :? Love reading this thread though.

[Rob The Badger]

That's a really cool poem Bren. Love the whole moon on a stick thing. Really great. . .

Well, as Bren moves onward, here's a return to form for me i.e. it's an older style of mine. . .

The worried cries contort the mind
"I love him and I don't know why!"
A friendly face won't tell the truth
"Don't worry" he says through glassy eyes

I turn away in feigned interest
As sun is falling slowly west
The gently fading evening sky
Greys the faces of passers by
The greyer they get the older they seem
And life is just a fleeting dream

A freezing hand settles in yours
I hope you don't mind. . .
When we hold eachother in humoured arms
It's nothing to do with the others charms
I hold you because you said I could
But a kiss? You'd say "I never would".

Two star-crossed lovers walking home
It's a natural thing to do;
But the people gaze in horrid awe
At how close I stand to you

"I know the reasons I love him so,
He knows this is my special way,
And when all the other horrors go,
He'll be there anyway"

A shooting star, I do believe, is tugging at my sleeve. . .

[Bren]

Thanks Em :D

Thanks Eyeore :D
Love this verse from your latest poem

I turn away in feigned interest
As sun is falling slowly west
The gently fading evening sky
Greys the faces of passers by
The greyer they get the older they seem
And life is just a fleeting dream

a lovely descriptive piece of writing, beautifully observed, appeals to both the poet and the artist in me.

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Cheers again Bren!

[Rob The Badger]

Emptiness and ugliness,
The only riches of the lonely
If only we could leave
If only we could leave

Lonliness is common ground
To the people equally bound
People who cry themselves to sleep
Because they've nothing better to do

The people say:
"At least you've love"
But it's quite sad and it's not funny
For love you see, doen't mean a thing
To the mind consumed by the lure of money

Lottery ticket in their hand
They've got as much a chance as everyone else
Which incidentally is not a lot
But they do it still 'cause it's all they've got

Emptiness and lonliness
Tears streaming to the floor
These are the riches of the poor
If only we could leave
If only we could leave

[Chris]

To meet (part 1)

You know the humour
but not the laugh
You know the anger
but not the frown
You know the fears
but not the tears
You know the joy
but not the smile
You know all this
but not the girl.

And so you sit
and count the hours

Should you turn up
or run and hide?
Should you be scared
or just be pleased?

And so you sit
And count the hours

Will she turn up
or offer excuses?
Will she be pleased
or might you disappoint?
Will you meet the expectations
or her yours?

And so you sit
And count the hours.

http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/12/12_1_100.gif

[Bren]

Like it Chris, good one


Bren

[Rob The Badger]

I agree, very nice Chris.

[Rob The Badger]

I give up,
That's it,
You win
There's nothing left for me to give
There's no more reason left to live

If I had breath enough for just three more words
I'd tell you in no uncertain terms
Just how much "I love you"
And how very little you care

Behind the cemetary walls
The cherub faced children call
They make chains from black flowers
And sit and cry for hours and hours

Open up the sodden earth
This filthy hole is all I'm worth
Throw my carcass in a box
Shut it tight with glue and locks
I've time enough to die when I'm dead
I can feel the soil falling over my head. . .

[RSG]

I wrote this, just today after my BEST friend really hurt me.

If it's bad, keep this in mind that I did this in 5 minutes, and thought I'd share. No straight editing involved, just line after line. Very short, just because.

My Beliefs and my Best Friend

If you enjoy something and you're whole life evolves around it, and your best friend laughts at your beliefs and says you can't do this, let alone do that. Tell me how would you feel? Well it doesn't matter how you feel, because I feel pathetic, embarassed, upset and angry. Would you want to prove him wrong?

[Chris]

The Meeting (part 2)

You drive into the unknown
A voice drifting through your head
You drive into the unknown
Memories of posts drifting beofre your eyes
Your hands shake with nerves
your brow sweats from fear
And then you are there
Last parking bay on the right
you sit nervously
barely daring to look
you see a figure
is it her?
A smile
a wave
a rush of relief....

Hello Babes.

[Em]

Nice one Chris, made me smile

Eyeore you certainly have a way with words, but what a sad poem.

[Rob The Badger]

Thanks. . .it is a bit morbid isn't it. . .maybe one of these days I'll write a happy poem. . .

[Em]

That seems to be my problem Eyeore, I only write poetry when I'm miserable or upset about something. Wish I could write something cheerful.

[Bren]

That seems to be my problem Eyeore, I only write poetry when I'm miserable or upset about something. Wish I could write something cheerful.

That's usually the way Em, there has to be that intensity of emotion, to enable you to write...but i find if i'm very happy i write , as well as when i'm miserable/upset...although the latter is more frequent.


Bren

[Bren]

Chris , ilike part two, nice one :D

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Behind rain speckeled windows
Dark rooms hold darker secrets
A boy who's hopes have all been dashed
Lies broken on the bedroom floor

Icy nights will chill your soul
When there's no one home
Who'll wrap you in their arms

There's no one home tonight
Still the shadows prowling along the wall
Gave me such an awful fright
For I thought there was someone there
It was nothing but a spectral air
And it's been so long since I've known real people

In darkened stairwell's he sit's and waits
He sits and waits for the door to creak
But the house has never seemed so bleak
And not even the spirits will visit you now

One year later in mid April
He sits there on the stairwell still
The years are crawling slowly by
He'd cry if he had the will to try

A black window hides a blacker heart
The loss of hope's an awful sight
And there's a raven who'll get his dinner tonight

[Bren]

a beautiful poem Eyeore

Behind rain speckeled windows
Dark rooms hold darker secrets

like that

Icy nights will chill your soul
When there's no one home
Who'll wrap you in their arms

for some reason this reminds me of a song i was listening to today, a song called"Billy" from Justin Hayward's "View From The Hill" the chorus goes,
"...it's a sad world, where there's no one
who can reach out, to the source of your pain.....
it's a sad world,when there's no one
who can hold you when you just need to cry
and it's a sad sad world .............."

Bren

[heat]

Connections

That spark, that something.
That thing, that unidentifiable thing.
When you just know that it works,
You don't know why, it just does.
His laughter, his smile, his slightly off key singing,
Him.

[Rob The Badger]

There is no reason,
Only boredom
No reason,
Only necessity

I'll carry on living.
Not for you,
But beacause there's nothing
Else to do.

Three times the clock struck twelve last night
But to slit ones wrist just isn't polite

I'll carry on living.
Not for you,
But because I've nothing
Else to do.

Maybe I'm down
Now that would be bad
I think I'm happy
Being sad

Go cry in the corner
Little boy
Go cry
And while you're there. . .

[Bren]

Cloud-Shadow

Dreamer!
You throw away reality
because you cannot face
it's truths.
Your mind is never still.
I watch your restless eyes
chase dreams
through eternity
to each bright horizon.
Only to find them fade
like cloud-shadow
that the sun
patterns in play.
Our reality
will your mind erase
and leave but a shadow
of the dreams you chase.

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

The sky is lower than your spirits tonight
The wind on your neck as you creep through the streets
Chills your bones and scatters your brain
And with all the talk of rain
The horizon's darker than your thoughts

Don't go to the town
There's people there who'll beat you up
For who you are
Don't go to the town
Stay in the safe harbour of your room
Where the hardened criminals can't scratch

"Oh, I want to go home"
. . .

Don't go to the town
Where the boys tatoo themselves with fountain pens
And the girls swoon in pubescent joy
Don't go to the town
Walk home alone through the seedy avenue
Where the boys as hard as steel-capped boots can't scram

"Oh. . .Just take me home"
. . .

The sky is lower than your spirits tonight
The wind in your face as you crawl through the streets
Chills your soul and scatters your bones
And with all the talk of death
The horizon's not as dark as your thoughts

[Bren]

Good one Eyeore,very atmospheric

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Thanks. Liked your last one also.

[Rob The Badger]

Can't believe I haven't done this yet:

B.A.D.G.E.R.

I'm furry and I have a nose
And it's always wet
The reason why this is
Well, no one really knows

I'm stripy and cuddly and full of joy
I could be your cuddly toy

So hold me tight and warm me up
'Cause I'm a badger see
And with any luck at all
You'll be the one for me!

[heat]

Love it, Eyeore... :lol: :D

[Bren]

ahhh Eyeore,
love the badger poem :lol:

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

I've got badgers on the brain. . .

[Rob The Badger]

Sit there and I'll laugh at you
Because you're surrounded by yes men

Yes, I may stand in the pouring rain
All alone with nothing but my thoughts
But that's more than you'll ever have

If they're still by you tomorrow
It'll be a miracle
If they're there next year
Well don't get your hopes up. . .

I may drink and I may whine
But the sycophants don't stand in line
To polish my boots with their tongues
And be sure that I'm eternally glad
That's an experience I've never had

If I lie on my death bed with lice in my hair
Well, that'll be more than you'll have. . .

[Wild_Honey]

Aw Bren and Eyeore, beautiful works again!!!

When Darkness Falls

I can sit in the sun and smile,
I can laugh and secretly cry.
You won't see me, you won't hear me.
When darkness falls.

I can look around happily,
the tears in my eyes invisible.
Running on the highway to the Twilight World.
When darkness falls.

I may pray to ease my pain.
Something sharp (like a razor?) is stroking my skin.
I'll still be hiding it, only flowing blood tells...
When darkness falls.

Will I someday see the light again at all?
No sorrows that keep us apart?
Will there be hope soon enough
When darkness falls?

Yet the moon is up in pale white.
I am dreaming of happy days, bright.
And I just want you to hold my hand and be there
When darkness falls.

[Bren]

a beautiful poem Wild Honey :D

Bren

[dottie]

the show took its last applause,
it crept back to its dark place,
under the stage,
behind the curtain.

a new show came forth,
the lights shone,
the curtains opened,
the stage came alive.

once more I live,
if only for a while,
to breathe again,
and experience.

Umm!! :oops:

[Chris]

Well doen Dottie,

I liked it

[Rob The Badger]

Very good WH and Dottie.
Here's my output for today:


A blackness clouds the vices
of the blood stained city streets
Ochre lamps of burning oil
Rusted, like the sordid people
In the houses nearby

Sleeping houses have eyes.
Slanted roofs are full of holes
And the steadily beating rain
Seeps and falls on the heads
Of crying children

Sleeping houses have jagged teeth.
The open jaw reveals the horrid truth
A mothers face is stained blue
She's nailed to the armachair watching a box
And the dog staggers circles in the kitchen.

Boys stalk the icy streets with knives in hand.
A girl wanders home alone with eyes on her mind,
She's pulled behind the broken fence and stabbed
But the scarlet money that falls
From her tattered purse
Is only enough to buy a kiss

A sparrow flies
Amidst the lies
And a crying baby dies

A girl's schreech is concealed
By the evil scream of alloy wheels
On an asphalt higway
A gunshot chills a man to the bone
As he lays in wollen sheets alone

Windows shatter the silence of the night

The slow drawing breath of an ally cat,
In the backstreet labyrinth,
Is the only live worth saving now.

Trees catch fire with wild desire.
Two lovers, each in mortal sin,
Just want each for the other
A stained sheet and a steamed up window
Are the evidence of love

But walls are thin and those in sin
Shall perish for their crimes

A child is born into this world
And what has it to give?
In this day of sex and sin
By what reason should it live?

[dottie]

Oh my word - took me by surprise, this is wonderful

[Rob The Badger]

:D

[heat]

God Eyeore - that is fantastic. Hope this is a compliment - it's meant as such, but your work reminds me of early Dylan Thomas. :D

[Rob The Badger]

Well I be damned. . .the whole thing was inspired by the opening part of Under Milk Wood. . . 8O :D

[Wild_Honey]

Eyeore, your work is just amazing and wonderful. Love it! And Dottie, great one as well! :D

[heat]

Your Side Of The Bed


Reaching out for the silence that engulfs me, I look for you.
The indentation left on the pillow by the shape of your head
The warmth of your side of the bed, where you used to lay
Your smell on the sheets, i drink it in, gulping frantically, scared that i might miss some.
I lay back on my side of the bed, cold sheets, hard pillow and my arm reaches to your side
But you're not there.
You were taken from me, gone to a better place, they say.
That just can't be true.
The best place for you was here
Beside me.
Where i could keep you warm
Where i could hold you tight
Where i could protect you
Where we could just be.
Us. You and me.
Always.

[Bren]

really beautiful Heat
:D

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

I'll second that Bren.
Here's a soppy poem for all you people who like cheesy rhyme schemes and overblown sentimentality.

ANAGRAM FOR ENOLA

If you're ever in need of a short vacation
Just meet me on the platform of the railway station

On a train full of people
I've only eyes for you
But I daren't look square into yours
For fear of what I'd do
If I were to get you alone

In the blackened movie theatre
The lamplight strokes your cheekbone
I'm in Heaven with an angel
And I'll never be alone

Cookie moon in a bakery sky
and good company by my side
But all the "friends" in all the land
won't fill my empty hands

Oh, the tears I've cried
For your beautiful eyes
Could fill ten thousand mugs
I'm crying not because I'm hurt
Or 'cause I'm unsatisfied
I'm crying simply and only because
A part of me has died

If when we get on the train back home
Nothing has changed between us
Do me a favour and don't let me know
For to love alone I must

[meshurp]

very powerful and thought provocing stuff Eyeore!!!!!!!!!

thought its about time i leaked some words...

Faces

We think that we are diffrent
We think that we are real
But when we look around us
Everyone wears our mask
No eyes
No face
No pain
And we are lost
A copy of a copy
An echo of a mirror
Not one person turns his back
In a tide flooding forward
For all that we falter
We run
Thin water
Drop to drop
What difference to see
When I am him
And you are me
Jugded by others
For being themselves
Stacked right up
On the store room shelves
Always a spare for when we break
Whatever we feel
As we argue
We are one mind
Fear what we might find
In another face of our own...

[Rob The Badger]

Like this one Meshurp. . .very well observed.

[Wild_Honey]

Great one Meshurp!! Lovely to see you posting here again! :D

[RSG]

Inside the four walls of loneliness.

I look up to the sky,
and I ask myself why.
But the answer is
simple, because there
is none. So I get in my
car, and turn on the
radio, and there is
nothing to hear. I honk
my horn to move buddy
in my way, but he really
isn't there. I am so alone,
where do I turn to, I lost
all hope, and I can't find
anyone I know. Strangers
aren't even there. This
place is so empty. I got to
get myself out of this wall,
that I had built myself into.
I break down, and the dark
is dissapearing.

[Wild_Honey]

:( Aww, lovely one, RSG!!!

[RSG]

:( Aww, lovely one, RSG!!!

Thanks Honey. :)

[Rob The Badger]

Damn RSG. . .that's one hell of an empty poem. . .makes me look happy. So in the spirit of lonliness here's the first in my series of poems about my life which I call "4 Poems On How Life Is"

Number 1 of 4.
"Rob on Unrequited Love"

The only thing I've got going for me
Is the chance I'll catch some rare disease
Life has been so very unkind
And I need an answer to a burning question
Festering in my mind

Speak no evil
Hear no evil,
That doesn't mean it isn't there.
When you love the boy with mousey hair
There is pain I tell you
There is real suffering

I want an answer to a question
That I don't know how to ask
Little matter
I already know what you're going to say

Sleep tonight and get some rest
Maybe you'll dream of me
(I know who I'll dream of)
Sleep with your precious head on your pillow
Never mind,
Never care,
(Never think)
That I'm not there

And believe me when I tell you
I'd do anything

[RSG]

:) Thanks Eeyore, I just started writing and I didn't stop for minor editing. All came from the head.

[Wild_Honey]

:) Thanks Eeyore, I just started writing and I didn't stop for minor editing. All came from the head.

One can see it does!!! Keep posting here, RSG!

[Rob The Badger]

Number 2 of 4
"Rob on Friendship"

When all you need is to be alone
You're hounded be people
Who'll ask and talk
And make you "enjoy" life. . .
But when all you want is a listening ear
When you're crying hoarsley to the wind
There's never anybody there
Who listens, or who really cares.

Who'll cry for you?
Who'll place flowers at your head,
when you're six feet under, stone cold dead?
Will it be those people who made you cry?
Or the man with the rifle raised to the sky?
Will it be the pastor who's sleeping alone?
Or Jesus the saviour, all carved out of stone?
I know who'll cry for you. . .

When you're desperate and crying
When you're half way to dying
When you're suffocating on aftershave
To draw attention to yourself. . .
When you're bleeding just to call for help
When you're reading old letters that have faded and aged
When you're an old man at sixteen
These days you need those friends who left you behind
But they've moved on and they're not there to find. . .

Friends last a lifetime, so they say
But I know the truth, it's not that way
There's a time and a place for people like friends
The time is gone, and the place
is down the road
and 'round the bend.

[RSG]

woah, me really like :!: you must have years have experience badger. it is really upsetting and brilliant at the same time. you know like, objects in the rear view mirror

[Rob The Badger]

Thank you very much RSG. Although I have only been writing poetry (seriously) for about a year at most. You can actually see when I started to write the darker stuff on some of the early pages of this thread. All my best work has been posted here. Later today I'll post part three of my "Poems On How Life Is" series. . .

[Rob The Badger]

As promised.

No 3 of 4
"Rob on Iconoclasm"

Oh, I say
He's really a head
He's on a pedastal
I certainly didn't put him there,
Did you?

He must've sold his soul
He's got it all
He's dancing on eggshells
I hope he falls. . .

He must've sold his soul
I say, he got a very poor deal
He'll be lashed in the street next. . .
No secrets left to reveal

Oh, I say
He's really dead?
Fell off his pedastal and broke his neck
Don't blame me, I didn't put him there
Did you?

Well. . .granted it's a life of sin
But it sure looks like fun
Step over the celebrities now abhorred
Lift me up; I wanna be adored . . .

[Rob The Badger]

No 4 of 4
"On How Life Is"

There's a star above the horizon tonight
Which falls and shatters on the hills
There's a full moon rising o'er the houses tonight
Which crumbles and falls on the city

Guillotine wires
bring heavenly choirs
And a love that must not be named
Prays heavy on the mind of little boys. . .

Oh, to be alone with oneself for the littlest of while's
I wouldn't say no to that.
But in dark, heavy rooms the little cat sat
Pawing the door to the hall

Sighs and lies are all the same
Shattered glass by the picture frame
Two in the morning, late afternoon
Distorted sound, a nostalgic tune (repeats)

Car horns and empty grins
Smell the same to an old man rocking
Gently in his chair

A little boy cries with the world on his shoulder
As the things they believe in burn up and smoulder
Little dogs/girls whimper like cats in the cradle
Serving fat men soup from the ladle

From cradle to grave
You're god's little slave
So you you moan and you cry
And you just want to die

But deep in your heart of hearts you know,
That's not the way you want to go.

[RSG]

I seriously can't think of a word powerful enough for such an explosive poem! Can I ask how old you are Eeyore? That is really awesome, I love the part that goes...

Guillotine Wires
Bring Heavenly choirs

Incredible Eeyore, really incredible!!

[Gez]

Get a life Badger :D 8O

Only kiddin :p . Your poem was well :zzz: for me

Okay then it was brilliant :up: .
see cant make my mind up :roll:

[Rob The Badger]

Thanks RSG. And thanks No1 as well. . .I think. . . RSG, I was 16 this July.
And now I'm sad because my 4 poem series is over. . . :cry: Though I still like it.

[Bren]

Powerful poems Eyeore....my favourite is still "Day after day"

My offering for today

November Monday

How quietly stand the trees
outside my window,
morning dew
soft-fallen on thier limbs.
Motionless and still.
No breath of wind
does stir the quiet air
that frames thier silent boughs.
No leaf fall now.
No restless, wild, untameable
breeze
to t oss and turn and tear these trees.
New beauty found
in lifeless limbs
that cross and upward stretch,
and intricately trap the sky within the web they weave.
in fragile flowing forms
silhouetted dark against the light sky.
No wind now
to make them sigh
just tears of rain
that fall and lie unseen
inside the heart
till time that's past
does bid them die.

Bren

[RSG]

Well, I had to edit this, the rythem didn't sound right to me, so I made some adjustments 8)


Bad Memories, Never Really Leave

Horrific images never leave my head,
Terrible feelings of the past that I dread.

Snaps of his belt, the marks he left behind,
So scared of the thoughts of him how can anyone tell me unwind.
Mother's make up covered scars,
Though some maybe gone, mental ones aren't far.

"Dad don't! Stop!" What I'd say as a kid,
But everything I said, wouldn't stop what he did.

At times I keep it to myself,
Its best to keep it inside.
Because if I do, I might for get,
Who Am I kidding

Bad Memories Never Really Leave.

[Rob The Badger]

bah. . .can't write a poem. . .grr

We all have our own path
Which we must walk
Well, I'm staying inside
I don't want to go out today

I lost my faith in womanhood
I lost my faith in God
I lost my faith in myself
(I lost my keys)

I am a man of utter simpleness
I thrive on the day to day pining for love
And the mundane soup served cold
Well. . .it'd take world war three to make me care
But even then I'd rather listen to a man who cannot sing

Bye bye

[meshurp]

We love your poetry Eyeore!

Dark

Why do i cry
When my world turns dark
Am i the only soul on earth
Who has this heart
A heart breaks
A mind aches
And my world is dark
The shadows cast
By the figures of power
Fear
Pain
Mistrust
Creep over my life
Stretching slowly
Ever blackly forward
Perpetual twilight fills out
All is dark
And in the recess
That used to house my life
My broken
Hiding place from rain
Shines black out
From silent empty eyes
And the darkness scores
The dark
Night visions scorn
Man beckons forth
Clouds of dust
To clog the screaming sense
That is my world
Fold in to myself
And leave me empty
Devoid
Dark


Mee

[Rob The Badger]

Lovely poem Meshurp.

I feel it would be criminal to not record this moment of time in my life. It's self-explanitory.


I wanted a boy for Christmas
And I may just get my wish
There may be things like miracles
And I may have stumbled on one

It took years of lonliness
To put me in my place
But now it'll take gunshot
To wipe the smile from my face

I'll walk to the highest mountain
To tell the world the news
That at long last I've found happiness
Which I don't intend to lose

I wanted a boy for Christmas
And I may still get my wish
Miracles happen to those who wait
And Lord knows I've waited enough

It took years of lonliness
To put a smile on my face
But it only takes a dry remark
To put me back in my place

Please love my for me
I don't like the pain
And I never want to go back
To that old house again.
:D

[Rob The Badger]

I wrote this off the cuff. Without thinking I put these words to paper, so I dunno what they mean.

I need an outlet
I need a doctor
I need you
I need something in my arms
I need a needle
A grave
(or so they say)
Pardon the expression,
but he shit on my parade
he killed a hope so long lying desperate
he stabbed me in the dark
on a friday afternoon
in the winter cool he killed.

[Rob The Badger]

It was written with tongue firmly planted in cheek. So take it with a pinch of salt.

I Don't Usually Do This Sort Of Thing

Before you lay me on the bed
Spread eagle with you head on my lap
I must tell you something, dear

Before you take me by the hip
And make me a happy lad
I must warn you dear,

I don't usually do this sort of thing
Ask me and I'll tell you
Ask my friends, they'll say the same:
"He generally likes to know their name"

How the air is cold
With no clothes but eachother
Oh my, don't we wear them well
But there is one secret left to tell. . .

I don't usually do this sort of thing
I'm coy and reserved
And I stay at home
I don't usually lie with people like you
With innocent, beautiful, boys like you

Ask me and I'll tell you
Ask my friends and they'll all say
"You might just put your tongue away"

But for you I might just make an exception
For the deed that goes without a mention
For a kind hearted beast as yourself

You can have me for breakfast.

[Rob The Badger]

Bump.

[Bren]

All my dreams
thrown out like stars
across the blackness,
fade and diminish
with each new day.
'Till all the little
lights of hope
go out one by one,
and all that's left
is the empty black
to stumble
blindly through.
Falling
always falling
backwards
downwards
one step forward
two steps back
never really
gaining ground,
and each new ray of hope
glimpsed but momentarily
dies like a shooting star
and is forever
gone.

bren

[meshurp]

Spoons

Spinning spoons
With silent eyes
Tell me what your dreams
Here
With laughing children
Falling greys crying
And memories old
Keep sake
For now is forever
The future is not
The past was
Yet days can never be
So we look to you
As we contemplate tea
For you must
Keep our lives
Hold on to strings
And puppets fly
Nothing perceived
Our minds to small
So too
Dear dancing spoons
We entrust our all


mee.

[Rob The Badger]

That's the best poem about spoons I've ever read. . .

Here's a lyric I sribbled down yesterday. . .

Where are you?
Lost in your own eyes.
You should be careful,
You might end up living life
In a rented room in the east end.

A gritty town where you once played
The blood stains are still there. . .
And there are screams hidden in the walls

The backstreet alley
Still smells of almonds,
The peeling room
Where you stuck the wick
In my little heart
And lit it. . .just to watch it burn
You lit my heart to watch it burn.

You're still lost in those soulless eyes of yours. . .
If it seems like we're still cold. . .
Then we're probably laughing somewhere

We've arms so holy
There's no room left for the needles
Mass suicide gone horribly wrong
And we killed a pig instead

You're as old as the graves now
Aand aren't you the smug little swine?
You feel as high as the bodies on the gallows
And you love their meaningless praise.

You're still falling into those hollow eyes
Alone on the bloody floor.

[Keab42]

Here I stand,
Upon this knife-edge,
The lines are drawn,
I must choose my fate.
Decide between right and wrong,
Which choice is right?
Which choice is left?
I stand alone,
To blindly choose my fate.

Each second lasts an eternity,
And with each eternity my choice draws near.
And in the space of a heartbeat,
I shall decide my destiny.
I cannot see my future.
My choice awaits.
Will fate guide me?
Or will it be too late?

[Rob The Badger]

Here I stand,
Upon this knife-edge,
The lines are drawn,
I must choose my fate.
Decide between right and wrong,
Which choice is right?
Which choice is left?
I stand alone,
To blindly choose my fate.


Love this. Really good.

[original sin]

A night to remember that is true
I just needed to share it with you
An artist, performer, a real Gent
A voice that was from heaven sent

A little Sin was one of many there
But, she could only stand and stare
He came on stage, I caught my breath
At first he was dicing with death

Then there was an almighty clash,
He rose again and cut quite a dash
Faces flashing before my eyes
Proved the rumours were all lies

He sang from the bottom of his soul
Showing he was complete and whole
As one giant beast, the crowd roared
My heart missed a beat and soared

Words and feelings, in full harmony
To create intense feelings inside me
So high I flew, and am still up there
I just knew you would want to share.

[Rob The Badger]

Hero Imprisoned

There's a silver moon
sending shivers through my head
There's nobody here
But I'm choking on people

There's a silver, glowing moon
Burning holes in my eyes
There's a shadow in my mouth
I'm suffocating on people

Hungry streets claw at your feet
This is what happens when you stay too long
Houses that pry and doorways that bleed
This is what happens when you never move on

A thunderous silence
A lifeless party
There are demons in the windows
And people at your door

They talk so loud
But it doesn't matter what they say
They chatter and batter
BUT IT JUST DOESN'T MATTER!

I'm leaving it all behind
I'm stepping on the train
Ho hum, it's in my mind
Hideous trick of the brain

I'm stepping out the door
I've a napsack on my shoulder
Oh, what a sickening bore
And the nights are drawing colder

I'm bleeding from the earlobe
There's a lobster in my mouth
I'm choking down the gasoline
I'm never heading south

The stoney sea of faces
Crushes every desperate plea
Eavesdropping on a pointless conversation
Isn't what it used to be

If I were in love,
I'd tie a lasso to the moon
And bring it down for him

But I'm not in love
I'm just in debt
And that's all
I'll ever get.

[Wild_Honey]

Love yours, Sin.

[Rob The Badger]

I agree, Sin's is a lovely testament to a lovely man. And I must say, WH has the cutest sig ever.

[Wild_Honey]

And I must say, WH has the cutest sig ever. I am taking that as a compliment now, me lovely badger. :wink:

[Bren]

Sin wrote
"So high I flew, and am still up there "
Know that feeling Sin, :D ...felt like that after the Birmingham NEC,concert
Like the poem :D

Bren

[Bren]

Hero Imprisioned...another great poem Eyeore....don't ever stop writing, you have such a skill with words.......love reading your poems :D

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Thanks Bren, much appreciated. And where is your latest poem may I ask?

[Bren]

previous page, one before meshurps "spoon" poem :D

been hectic this week, not had chance...poor excuse i know :lol:

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Ooh, I missed that one Bren. Like it...but that 'spoon' poem. . .class. Hehe

[rockfenris2005]

I've written five full-length musicals, but I haven't the time to post lyrics yet. I'll wait for a bit, then enlighten any interested

[Rob The Badger]

Everyday Is Like Sunday

Evenings in Scarborough are always akin to Sunday.
They tend to drag on, like that last
cigarette which you regret taking. Since last
Sunday the fair has moved on,
And the beat poets and clowns are sucking
on tea in a cake shop in the country.

When your days are always akin to Sunday,
you can't help but wonder why the telly's never on;
Why ugly people without a slightest cut of the talent cake
aren't cavorting under your skin, or on the radio.
The faceless employess who hand you your change
seem to cry out for a slap upside the head. . .
However if you were to give them what they so direly deserve,
You'd be the one to go to jail. . .
Freedom is an un-person nowadays.

Rain is commonplace in Scarborough, especially on Sunday
or any other day as it happens.
When you speak up and the clerk gives you a kick up the arse
for talking on her coffee break, one realises how terribly dreary life is.

A Monday much akin to Sunday cigarettes is dragging on. . .
Madely, now there's another one who needs a stabbing. . .
When it seems like grey Sundays have no meaning;
The telly switches to QVC, and one is provided with proof
in the form of tacky jewels.

[Rob The Badger]

"Hello"
There's no one here to tell me
what on earth I'm doing here
Stop tell the world
Cars crash all the time
but this one's special
special dosage this time
this time
this time
special dosage this time.

[Rob The Badger]

there are times
when hunger is sustenant
times when blood is no thicker than wine.
in these times birds flock no more
but head yonder solo.

the cries of animals are met with steel
and hope is a crutch that provides no comfort
when the sanctuary of the loving mind simply isn't there
who can we turn to?
when all is the same
on Thames, on Humber,
the same day, the same week and on and on the hours bleed
into one another
as words bleed on a bible page
murderous horrible words.

[Rob The Badger]

I've got a one way ticket to tommorow
But I might just sell it on
There's no one waiting at the station there

I've a mind to lose my body
And a body to wreck my mind
I've a soul that's never been touched
But there's hope for me yet

The needle opens a thousand doors
Each one shining bright
in the cold forgotten night

"I've moved on, finally"
(but not to where you think. . .)
There's a train waiting for me
(To my surprise)
but I might just stay to see
The sun rise,
in your eyes. . .
(But I won't stay long).

[Bren]

A Winter Poem..........by Meshurp and Bren

Cold fingers of ice's touch
creep out acoss the quiet land.
Silent trees sentinel stand
bleak twigs capped with ice
frosts downy cloak.
White snow's purity cleanses
the dark landscape
and imprinted feet spiralling
dance the way home.
Silent snowfall covers all trace
of tracks of your laughing passage
as the flickering sun
casts shadows across the world outside your door.
Soft twilight descends and shrouds
the stillness
Moonbeams pick out cold Winter's gems
through the darkened boughs of laden trees.
The soft glow from lighted windows
warms the snow,burnishing the gathered drifts
where winds willful power
brings Winter crowding closer
to your hearth.
Your world of light and warmth
when all around is cold and dark.

Meshurp and Bren

[Rob The Badger]

These Things I Believe

Musky clouds of amber grey
(These clouds have no silver lining)
Crowd 'round a hollow sky
The trees are skeletons
The roads are graves

This is what I stayed for?
A damp tarpaulin of shame, and regret and. . .and. . .
. . .and an earful of lies.

This is why I remained?
delayed the death knell
To watch the crack
Turning girls to shells

There's a room full of corpses. . .
But there's a doctor in my mind
Sending shock waves to my closing throat

"Hi" say I
"Yes I'm fine"
I lie. . .

"How are you?"
"How nice. . ."
"I'm truly glad you care, you know. . .
no, really, I really am. . ."

Spare rooms are more homely than my own
Because there's nothing there to make me regret
everything I've ever done. . .

A telephone rings in an empty room. . .
it's no one important so I let it ring

But I'm still waiting by the phone. . .
in some desperate hope that he'd think
to pick up the phone and give me a call

But I'm kidding myself aren't I?
People just don't do that sort of thing anymore. . .

So I'll place the needle on the turntable/my arm and press. . .
and let the sweet sensation drift though me
I'm high on a feather of hatred, disgust and utter, hopeless love

I love everything in everyone. . .from blue eyes to last words
I cry you know. . .but I don't let on. . .because that'd be telling. . .

The needle squeaks and yells out a song. . .

"I need a friend. . ." a real one. . .who can "make me happy. . .
I'm so alone. . .
look at me here, here on my own again,
I've strayed in the sunshine"

It's a wonderful life. . .or so I'm told. . .
But I want to believe.
I need to see it for myself

Turn to me. Kiss me. Hold me.
These things I dream.
Love me. Need me. Like me.
These things I believe.
Fin chapite.

[Bren]

Christmas Eve 3pm

The dismal grey
of a damp December afternoon
smothers the garden
hangs in the air
with sullen stillness.
Inside
warm smells of baking
drift enticingly on
air brittle with the usual
festive arguments.
The bleakness of outside
seems somehow inviting
in it's nothingness.
Longing to skip the next few days
fast-forward Time
wanting to stop
the inexorable treadmill of it all.
Just simply...to stop,
have a little stillness
and a moment or two
of peace.


Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Christmas Eve 3pm

The dismal grey
of a damp December afternoon
smother's the garden
hangs in the air
with sullen stillness.
Inside
warm smells of baking
drift enticingly on
air brittle with the usual
festive arguments.
The bleakness of outside
seems somehow inviting
in it's nothingness.
Longing to skip the next few days
fast-forward Time
wanting to stop
the inexorable treadmill of it all.
Just simply...to stop,
have a little stillness
and a moment or two
of peace.


Bren

I know how you feel.

[Em]

Christmas Eve 3pm - nice one Bren :)

[Bren]

I know how you feel.

Christmas is my least favourite time of year...i know the majority celebrate and have fun....but there are also those for whom it is a very depressing and lonely time of year.

Bren

[Bren]

Thanks Em :D

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

I know how you feel.

Christmas is my least favourite time of year...i know the majority celebrate and have fun....but there are also those for whom it is a very depressing and lonely time of year.

Bren
Indeed. . .

These people go unnoticed at Christmas. . .well, some.

[Rob The Badger]

Everyday Is Like Sunday

Evenings in Scarborough are always akin to Sunday.
They tend to drag on, like that last
cigarette which you regret taking. Since last
Sunday the fair has moved on,
And the beat poets and clowns are sucking
on tea in a cake shop in the country.

When your days are always akin to Sunday,
you can't help but wonder why the telly's never on;
Why ugly people without a slightest cut of the talent cake
aren't cavorting under your skin, or on the radio.
The faceless employess who hand you your change
seem to cry out for a slap upside the head. . .
However if you were to give them what they so direly deserve,
You'd be the one to go to jail. . .
Freedom is an un-person nowadays.

Rain is commonplace in Scarborough, especially on Sunday
or any other day as it happens.
When you speak up and the clerk gives you a kick up the arse
for talking on her coffee break, one realises how terribly dreary life is.

A Monday much akin to Sunday cigarettes is dragging on. . .
Madely, now there's another one who needs a stabbing. . .
When it seems like grey Sundays have no meaning;
The telly switches to QVC, and one is provided with proof
in the form of tacky jewels.

I'd just like to inform you all, that I've just recieved notification that the poem I entered [above] just won me £100 in a town poetry competition. I put this down to all of your support regarding my poetry.

[Bren]

:D That's great Rob :D

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Yup! Happy happy happy!

[original sin]

That is wonderful Rob - This has really brought a tear to my eye. I'm so happy for you and it's not just the money! a recognition I hope you are very very pleased with yourself.

[original sin]

So the day has now come, at last it’s here
Come and fill your glass, be full of cheer
The lights are twinkling bright, on the tree
Below are presents and they’re not all for me

We’ve eaten lots and have drunk too much
Now watching a rerun of Starskey & Hutch!
Then asleep I shall fall, in my old armchair
Happy and content, but rather worse for wear

Past the tinsel and glitter, I hope we can look
To the special occasion told in an old book
A child sent to save us, by a redeeming grace
Lets me think of the future, I smile on my face

So as we spend our time with loved ones and plenty
Spare a thought for others whose plate may be empty
For the many who may be lonely, frightened or lost
For the old man wrapped up on the bench in the frost

Remember that life is not all about what we own
But the strength of our soul wherever we roam
So next time you smile, let it start from your heart
From your loved ones and family may you never part

[Rob The Badger]

bump

[dottie]

Every Day is like Sunday - Fabulous - you deserved to win Rob -

[Rob The Badger]

Thanks very much Dottie!

[Bren]

Night Walk Dec 28th

A solitary leaf wind-blown
scuttles mouse-like
as the wind scurries it along the pavement.
In the shelter of the church porch
paper dry leaves huddle in the corners
dancing with a hollow dry sound
as the biting wind flies in
across the worn stone floor
and finds their hiding place.
In each window of the dark church
a small Christmas tree bedecked with lights
shines out into the darkness
and the silent empty street
and me outside
outside of it all.
All the shops are closed and silent
window displays arranged in Festive finery
each with a tree and lights outside
buffeted by the bitter east wind
the only movement on the street.

[BadAttitude]

The Scars of Time


A little girl cries daddy leave me alone, I promise I will be good, please don't beat me again, I promise to behave, and daddy please don't leave any scars this time.

Now ten years later that little girl is all grown up, and once again there's a man in her life, this is the man that she married and wanted to spend her life with once again raises his hand, as she crys please don't beat me again, and please don't leave any scars this time.

It's now twenty years later and now this little girl who is all grown up cries, make it stop, make the pain inside of me go away. Please don't let me put a bottle in my hand, please don't let me start drinking again. Even thought this little girl who is all grown up knows that all the physical scars have faded with time the ones in her heart have not.

Ten years later she is now in her 40's and she still cannot make the memories fade. The scars in her heart have not healed even with the turn of time they still remain. And still she prays for the strength to forgive and the strength to not put another bottle in her hand.

Hate in her heart is not the way to live, does there come a time to forgive? Will it heal the wounds inside of her heart, will it make them go away? Will it keep her from putting another bottle in her hand? Will the scars in her heart ever fade, with time as the ones on her body has? Will she continue to have the strength to push the bottle away?


Again tonight she has that same old dream the one she has had so many times before, she awakens and hears someone cry please don't beat me again, and please don't leave any scars this time. Only to realize that these words are her own. And she asks herself do scars really fade with time.

Autumn

[dottie]

Autumn - Oh my word such emotion straight from the heart - brought tears to my eyes - May you find strength and faith in 2004...............

[Bren]

Autumn - Oh my word such emotion straight from the heart - brought tears to my eyes ............

I agree Dottie

Autumn, may you find strength and peace of mind

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Indeed. . .very well put down. . .and I'll echo what Bren said. Hope you find some peace of mind.

[BadAttitude]

Indeed. . .very well put down. . .and I'll echo what Bren said. Hope you find some peace of mind.

Thanks, Dottie, Bren and Rob the Badger
I also hope that this is the year that I find peace of mind.

Love & Happiness
Autumn

P.S. Dottie didn't mean to make you cry, these words were in my heart and I just needed to let them out, you got a rare glimpse into my heart that very few people ever get to see.

[Rob The Badger]

Waking on a chilly january day
doesn't provide the thrill it used to

The headaches are still there,
and so is the flower you left hanging from the wall,
But the joy of life is gone.

When the pale reflection in the mirror lies,
And the getnleman dressed in armour cries,
When the window is so dirty you can't see your face
(Not that you'd want to anyway). . .
These are the days of the beginning of the end.

You feel yourself start to disintergrate.
And you realise, that everything you know, won't matter in the end. . .

[dottie]

Rob I had to just post this for you

Somethings in life are bad,
they can really make you mad,
other things just make you swear and curse,
when you're chewing on lifes gristle,
don't grumble.,
give a whistle and this'll help things turn out for the best,
Always look on the bright side of life,
always look on the light side of life,
if life seems jolly rotten rotten there's something,
you've forgotten and
that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing,
when you're feeling in the dumps,
don't be silly chumps,
just purse your lips and whistle,
that's the thing!
and always look on the bright side of life,
always look on the light side of life,
for life is quite absurd, and death's the final word,
you must always face the curtain with a bow,
forget about your sin,
give the audience a grin,
enjoy it,
it's your last chance anyhow!
so always look on the birght side of death,
just before you draw your terminal breath,
life's a piece of shit,
when you look at it,
life's a laugh and death's a joke,
it's true,
you'll see it's all a show.
keep 'em laughing as you go,
just remember that the last laugh is on you,
and always look on the bright side of life,
always look on the right side of life..............

[Rob The Badger]

That put a smile on my face. Thanks Dottie. :)

[Rob The Badger]

Hey, darling, you and me,
We're soulmates,
Like razor blades and shaving foam.

You and me were meant to be
But then again no,
I want someone who needs a razor. . .

So don't ask me for an answer
Because I really don't have any
Don't ask me what I want
I really don't know

When this much blood is coursing
Through the veins
You can't help but feel a little full

When the lemons have all turned sweet
The berries all are sour
When your whole life is inside out and the clothes no longer fit
I still won't have an answer

So don't ask me what I know
Because I don't know anything
Don't ask me what I'm worth
I really don't know.

[Bren]

Iwas just flying about the forum and thinking to myself, that no one's posted on little Poet's for a while......and no sooner do i think that ,than lo and behold you post a poem :lol:

good to see :D

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Iwas just flying about the forum and thinking to myself, that no one's posted on little Poet's for a while......and no sooner do i think that ,than lo and behold you post a poem :lol:

good to see :D

Bren

Hehehe, I'm kinda reliable like that. :D

[dottie]

Rob - Beautiful :)

[Rob The Badger]

Cheers Dottie.

[BadAttitude]

Hey, Badger
Just wanted to let you know that I really liked your poem, please do some more when you have time.

Love & Happiness
~Autumn~

[Rob The Badger]

My Early Burglary Years

The announcement from grey lips spat. . .
A sincerity thinner than a razor blade
"This is the ultimate untimely statement
that all and nothing is wrong with this world".

Frosted flickers finally fade
and the stop-all blue nothingness is gone.
See him lift his head, stained with copper(blood)
from the fight before. Beside him in the purple bedspread
led the lovliest, ugliest of human beings. . .
The stained floorboards creak as the repulsive wallpaper flakes,
spat out by some nineteen fifties tevevision show.
The neon light hides the broken noses and scars of a lonely man
who doesn't even exist yet.
He picks up the Jack Daniels and squints in terror
as the last drop burns his tongue. The last cigarette still lit
yet another lights. And as the crap slides down his
raw throat he thought. . .
"How did it get this way?"

The blood and . . . on the matress is as old as the
sin that put them there.

[BadAttitude]

Hey, Badger

Definetly another great one. :D

Thanks, I really enjoyed it.

Love & Happiness
~Autumn~

[heat]

Great Work, Rob..

Here's another offering from me..

Heather Gets Religion

Immortal on a bycycle,
Feet pedaling furiously.
Head flicking backwards
To monitor the cars behind.
Muttering the cyclists prayer
'I exist, see me
'I exist, don't kill me'
Inside lane on the roundabout.
Car bumper makes the devastating contact with the back wheel.
Head flying towards the ashphalt
(Sirens and concerned voices. Ad lib to fade.)

Scene two : A new dimension.
A walk through a tunnel
Made of light beams.
At the end, a door,
A buzzer with the word

PRESS

I press.
The door opens, slow, smooth and miraculous.
A voice.

ENTER

I enter.
There is a desk.
On the other side sits God.
I recognise him instantly,
by his white beard and red suit.
(he looks a little like my father looked on those days before the hollow realisation that my father does not know everything.)
On the desk there is a book.
It has my name on it.
God indicates a chair.

SIT

I sit.
He takes the book
'You are Heather May Hindley?'

YES.

SIR.

(How to address God?)
He turns the pages.
His face becomes severe.
'So you don't believe in me?'
I sit numb and silent. Thinking.

SHIT

Screwed that one up, eh Heather???

[Rob The Badger]

Nice one Heat.


Soliloquy Of No One In Particular


Hear me, now
Oh, humblest of Lords!
Hear my pleas as the trees stripped bare,
Stab my head and spill my thoughts.

These things, of love and passion,
In these things I believe.
But with all my dearest hopes
lying in a bloody heap of tried failure,
Satan has wooed me and I have made his bed
in which he lies triumphantly grinning.
The cruelest of lies (to these ears of mine)
are most often (to the ears of reason)
the frankest of truths.

Window's lined with the reflections of adoring masses
(to these eyes of mine)
are the delusions of the loneliest of performers.

A baby cries out in pain
and to its side sympathy rightly runs;
Seeing this, and being not one to crowd
cry "Amok! My dearest mother has run Amok!"

And thus the screaming child whines
as the masses line to the pains of lies
and oh, the dreaded lack of guilt till
the evening in
cold lonely beds.

God cries to the world:
"The chambers of Hell have emptied!
The beast has me upon the hip,
the Son has fallen, 'tis up to you."

Hearing this, and not being one to lose,
cry:
"Amok! My dearest life has betrayed
my aching heart!"
and the sympathetic masses cry and lead me to my bed.

[Chris]

For K

Two years since we last saw you smile
The lipstick shining on your upturned lips
The sparks flying in your deep eyes
The dimples sinking in your cheeks

Two years since we last saw you cry
The moisture in your eyes
The teeth biting on your lips

Two years since we last heard your laugh
The infectious giggle
The constant chuckling

Two years since we last heard your voice
The out of tune "Paradise"
The dirty jokes
The whispered secrets

Two years since we carried the coffin
The weight on our shoulders
The pain in our heart
The tears on our cheeks

Ten minutes since we last thought of you.
Since we last heard your voice echo in our ears
Since we last smiled at your memory

Still with us babes, in our hearts.

[Bren]

A sad but very beautiful poem Chris.

Bren

[black dog]

A wonderful, thought provoking poem Chris

[Bren]

Rob,
Like the My Early Burglary Years
love the line
The announcement from grey lips spat. . .
A sincerity thinner than a razor blade

great :D

Bren

[heat]

A beautiful poem, Chris.



He.

He lived in a box, small and square,
Never ate nor spoke nor drank.
He grew not teeth, skin or hair,
Had no status, place or rank.

Each night he'd sing himself a song,
Of words he never knew.
About his mother, long since gone.
And why he never grew.

The boy had eyes, large as sun,
With speckles bright as sea.
He'd seen the world when it began,
And shared it all with me.

He loved his home, his prison place,
Took light and dark the same.
Walked with angels in empty space,
And burned the unlit flame.

[Bren]

beautiful, Heat


Bren

[Rob The Badger]

beautiful, Heat


Bren

Indeed. Quite thought provoking.
And Chris, yours too was very moving.

[heat]

Thanks for your comments, Bren and Rob :D


Here's today's offering...


Spring Flowers Die Young

The cherry tree is in bloom again,
Her five year old heart sinks,
With the dying flowers of spring.

But something rises on the boil,
Her hated secret, his evil thinking.

Lying on the rough grass,
Amongst the dasies.
Sunlight filters through the boughs.
NO NO NO. please no.
Not now.

Staring up and looking away,
Past him, and up to the soft blue sky
Severed and clawed by the warped, gnarled branches.

Soft, tender blossoms,
Ripped by the mind,
Ripped by her secret,
His evil thinking.

She squeezes shut her eyes,
Trying to squeeze out the pain,
But only tears come.
Falling slowly from her eyes.
Warm saltwater rain.

The cherry tree is in bloom again.
Her five year old innocence,
Snatched from the bud,
Pushed out of her.

Replace it.

Replace it with the hatred,
The hatred of this place,
The hatred of his face.

[Bren]

A powerful poem Heat, beautifully written.
so good to see you posting here :D

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Little boy cries
With the innocent eyes of a child
of five

But it wouldn't last long,
the legnth and breadth of a stairwell,
is all it took
the legnth and breadth of each hair on his sacred head
"You swore you'd love him to the end of love"
. . .
Little boy whines from a toothless head
"You lied to him, darling
You told him the world was safe"

[Rob The Badger]

Bit of comedy. . .or frank sexual innuendo, either way, it's all good.


Sad lonely child
With the little girl blues,
Combats her depression
By trying on shoes

She bought a bottle of wine
And handed it to me
Naturally, I popped the cork
And drenched her to the knees

See, nature played a trick on me
And I'm not that way inclined
(Perhaps a stay a Borstal
will make me change my mind. . .)

Sad lonely child
With the little boy blues
Spends his evenings naked
cutting oranges in two. . .

He brought me gifts of saphire,
Clementines and crack.
"But there's only one thing that I wanted!
(To get you in the sack)"

You know, I collect butterflies,
I think I've got them all,
So I'm going to stick a pin in you,
And mount you on the wall.

[black dog]

Definately a bit of sexual innuendo there I think Rob. Or maybe it's my filthy mine.

[Rob The Badger]

Definately a bit of sexual innuendo there I think Rob. Or maybe it's my filthy mine.

I think you could even replace the word innuendo in "frank sexual innuendos" with references. . .

But I think there's a few peeps here with filthier minds than me. . .








but not too many more :wink:

[black dog]

Definately a bit of sexual innuendo there I think Rob. Or maybe it's my filthy mine.

I think you could even replace the word innuendo in "frank sexual innuendos" with references. . .

But I think there's a few peeps here with filthier minds than me. . .








but not too many more :wink:

Are you sure about that :??: :twisted:

[Rob The Badger]

Madam, are you challenging my flithy-mindedness?

[black dog]

Of course not, Sir. *backs away gracefully*

[Rob The Badger]

Quite right. *Revels in his filthy glory*

[Ageing Bat]

Sorry peeps, I'm not into poetry, but seeing as we're drifting into 'alternative poetry' I do know the odd limerick or three!:

Paul broke wind with no evil intention,
Though it was considered a warfare invention,
But the Military Brass,
Thought the use of his Arse,
Was against the Geneva Convention!

[Ageing Bat]

Ooops, sorry nice Moderators :D :D - don't know if this is OTT?

OK for you to remove my post and reprimand me if you think I should be :D

[w_baskerville]

nice poems you guys have written!

[Rob The Badger]

nice poems you guys have written!

Cheers!

[Chris]

Wrote this one around the same time as the last one i posted on here.

A lifetime without you
or one more minute in your arms
A lifetime of relationships
Or one more minute of your love
A lifetime looking to our past
or one more minute sharing the future with you
A lifetime of new experiences
I'd take the extra minute.

[black dog]

Sorry peeps, I'm not into poetry, but seeing as we're drifting into 'alternative poetry' I do know the odd limerick or three!:

Paul broke wind with no evil intention,
Though it was considered a warfare invention,
But the Military Brass,
Thought the use of his Arse,
Was against the Geneva Convention!

Great limerick Ageing Bat. Let's have some more. I wish I could do poetry etc but never been any good at it.

[Bren]

Wrote this one around the same time as the last one i posted on here.

A lifetime without you
or one more minute in your arms
A lifetime of relationships
Or one more minute of your love
A lifetime looking to our past
or one more minute sharing the future with you
A lifetime of new experiences
I'd take the extra minute.

Beautiful and very moving poem Chris

Bren

[Ageing Bat]

OK, OK, by popular demand (and seeing as I'll be posting under Bren the Bat), here's my next limerick:

The Hostess with the Mostest, called Brenda,
Was almost anorexically slender,
To put on some weight,
Her theory was great,
Just go on a permanent Bender!

[Bren]

:lol: :lol: Ageing Bat

i couldn't help but laugh at that!

Bren

[Ageing Bat]

Glad you liked it Bren! :D

Today, you get two for the price of one!:

Pete, thinking to turn on the charm,
Thought Viagra would do him no harm,
So to get more effect,
He injected, direct,
And got a very stiff arm.......


Sue heard of Pete's plight some time later,
And hoped he'd recover to mate her,
But she got tired of waiting,
For his unfulfilled mating,
And reached for her faithful vibrator!!

[Rob The Badger]

Anorak man with a deathly smile
Died last night in the arms of his child

The last thing he saw was the screaming headlights
As the paint hit the canvas
His scream hung in mid-air for a second or two. . .
Before it too was stabbed by the humming of the neighbors fridge.

Hold on just a second. . .
Rewind, rewind,
"Good Lord, the child!"
Nevermind, Never Mind!

Silver streets are bleeding
The neon colours flow through our hair
And course through our veins
Starry eyes and mouths agape

and a gunshot paralyses. . .

[Ageing Bat]

Will be away for a few days on business... :cry: don't know how I'll cope without you all...... :cry: but here's a little poem to be going on with!

I'm having a nice glass of wine
Perhaps two, so I'll really feel fine
If I get up to four
I'll just want some more
And then my poetry efforts won't rhyme!

[RSG]

I've written five full-length musicals, but I haven't the time to post lyrics yet. I'll wait for a bit, then enlighten any interested

you haves my interest ryan. :)