Our little Poets...

[White of High]

I want to know something...

Do you write poems? Sometimes when I'm listening some songs (for example Vangelis' music, Power of Love by FGTH, Loreena McKennit or some Meat songs) I have to raise up my pen. And then the words flow on the paper. Here is one!


Do you see the waves
As these are clashing with the rock?
And you wonder the caves
When this marvel's gonna broke

You did not expect to crumble
Sooner it was so strong
And now the feeble stones rumble
The revive is too long

I'm just waiting too
I would be entire again
I know it can't be true
But I hope that stop the rain

When I'm going to wake
For a shining silent day
I'm gonna enjoy ceasin' ache
And I will say for her a pray...


Well, do you write poems?

(Sorry my English! No! This is the free of the poets...)

[Tim]

Well White of High, i'm impressed. Very good. I had to write poems and story's, for Dutch, and we had to make a Literairyearbook......oh well, how do you write that, in Dutch it's called: litearaire jaarboek.
And it was very funny to do.

Well allright, some funny Dutch thingies.....smashed in to one big, huge poem!! Read it and Weap:

Vrij niet in de tuin,
maar in het riet.
Want liefde is blind,
maar de buurman niet.

Deze nacht was lang
de vorige dag was kort
Nu maar hopen dat,
Deze dag langer dan de nacht wordt

Ik hou van jou,
Ik blijf je trouw.
Tot de dood ons
scheiden zal.

6 jaar zijn we nu al bij elkaar
(effe overdrijven, hoe krijg ik het voorelkaar)

Geniet van de dag
geniet van de zon
open de deuren
en flikker van het balkon

En dan, een val van het balkon overleeft
(benieuwd wat de volgende dag ons geeft)

All the Dutch folks will see some familiar things. :lol: :lol:

[White of High]

Maybe I will learn the Dutch! :o

[Tim]

yeah, great language......but i'm sorry, can't translate it, cause then it wouldn't be funny any more.
But it's about a day in someones live, and what all went wrong, but on a funny way.

Like: Open de deuren en flikker van het balkon
is: Open the doors, and crash from your balcony

I don't write a lot of poems, or so, and the few that i've written, are not in English. But i think, maybe......a new topic is born.....and maybe we will find a second "Jim Steinman". Or maybe Meat Loaf can use some lyrics for Bat 3 :lol:

[White of High]

Why not?

Music by: Jim Steinman
Lyrics by: White of High 8O

[Michel]

Meat Loaf singing dutch? Or Hungarian?

That would be funny, because many english people have trouble to speak the words on the right way!

[Guppie]

6 jaar zijn we nu al bij elkaar
(effe overdrijven, hoe krijg ik het voorelkaar)

Geniet van de dag
geniet van de zon
open de deuren
en flikker van het balkon

En dan, een val van het balkon overleeft
(benieuwd wat de volgende dag ons geeft)

he he he... I'm Dutch too.... [helemaal in een deuk hier] he he... :lol:

[White of High]

Well, nobody has got some poems?

Don't you promt to write poems Meat's music?

[QT]

Yes I write poems sometimes. But it are Dutch poems too.

[White of High]

OK! Write our language!
My best poem:


S Én Mégis Tovább Szenvedek...

Félelmetes beteg vidék, ne akard hát felefedezni
Sűrű ködben árva világ, próbáld kérlek elfeledni
Sötétség a barlang mélyén, messze lenn a felszín alatt
Komorság és rideg bánat emel közénk magas falat.

Kérlek, menj és hagyj magamra egyedül a bánatommal
Felejtsd el e sivárságot, s én elfeledlek fájdalommal
Ne nézz vissza többé soha, dobd el kínzó fegyvered
Boldog leszel fényességben, s én mégis tovább szenvedek...


You don't try read it, if you just can speak Turkish, Basque or the dead Aramian.
What does it mean? Hmm... Hard, too hard!

[Chris]

I once won a prize for writing a poem about a child who was beaten. it was inspired by the middle verse from Rear View Mirror:

And when the sun descended and the night arose
I heard my father cursing everyone he knows
He was dangerous and drunk and defeated
And corroded by failure and envy and hate

There were endless winters and the dreams would freeze
Nowhere to hide and no leaves on the trees
And my father's eyes were blank as he hit me again and again and again

I know I still believe he never let me leave
I had to run away alone
So many threats and fears - so many wasted years before
my life became my own

I am in the middle of moving house, but if i can find it, i will post it here.
(It is in English but I will type it with a Dutch accent to please our European friends!!! :D )

[QT]

:lol:

[The Flying Mouse]

:twisted: I havn't written any poetry for years.All the stuff I did write,i've lost.Which is probibily a good thing because they were all very depressing :cry: .
As for learning Dutch...
I used to work on a cruise ship (King Of Scandinavia) which put into port at Ijmuiden every four days.I was the assistant cruise manager (which means managing the entertainment and doing anything the cruise manager didn't want to do :wink: ).
Eddie,the cruise manager,a very good friend of mine from Norway used to tell a joke on stage which was funny for all the wrong reasons.
He used to say that the Dutch first discoverd the beer then discoverd the language.I used to cringe as he'd stand there with an insanly pleased grin on his face,as a room full of Dutch people sat there in silence,glaring at him with daggers.Then he used to say the only words he had learned in Dutch were (I can say it but I can't spell it) God damn it.He's a really nice guy,just not very tactful :roll: .
lol :D
By the way,do any of our Dutch members live anywhere near Ijmuiden?

[Tim]

WOFH, very funny and nice language do you have. I didn't understand it, to bad!

Funny thing is that when i see a foreing language, i can't understand how other people can understand that. :lol:

[Michel]

I don't live in the neighbourhood of IJmuiden, I'm living in the North of the Netherlands.

I saw on a bus stop a strange duth poet:

Heb Lef stem LPF.

Conclusie:
Je moet echt lef hebben om LPF te stemmen.

[Guppie]

I am in the middle of moving house, but if i can find it, i will post it here.
(It is in English but I will type it with a Dutch accent to please our European friends!!! :D )
he he... how do you do that, typing something with a Dutch accent?

[Tim]

IJmuiden, i know people there, they had a beautifull beach, a great "pier - this is dutch, don't know the english word) and it is a great city.

[White of High]

pier = plague ?

[The Flying Mouse]

:twisted: Hey White Of High,are you telling us that the word pier means plague in Hungarian. 8O
Pier is the same in English,it's what the Americans call a boardwalk.
Unfortunatly I didn't see much of Ijmuiden.I used to go to work early and go to bed late,so my time in port was spent mostly asleep.Apart from when Eddie (the cruise manager) didn't fancy the job of dressing up as a giant dog as part of a company campaign.Guess who drew the short straw :lol: .Scaring real dogs was funny :lol: .Having the **** kicked out of me by the kids wasn't :evil: .

[White of High]

Michel!

Here is the answer to your first question: No!
But Freddy Mercury was singing in 1986 a Hungarian folk-song in concert. The title was: "Tavaszi szél vizet áraszt"
What does it mean? Hmmm...
"Springer wind is making flood water"

... Cause here is Danube and Tisza!!!

Well, here is another:

Please

Please, help me through
Help me through to heaven
I drifted and flew
Like a bolted dragon

Please, no let me here
Not let me here alone
I'm bein' lost in fear
Frozen blood and tremblin' bone

Please, open the door
Open the door of sky
It should be the first floor
Where I wanna live, love and fly

Please, hold me in peace
Hold me in peace of light
Swimmin' in the wild seas
I needn't cry and fight

I have always seen the tears
I have always been in fears
And I've never lived in sins
But I've never seen the sheens
I have always been in night
Always been on other side
And I've never seen the white
I've always felt the slight

Please, say me the meaning
Say me the meaning of my life
My lonely heart is bleeding
Solitude is my knife

Please, light the fire
Light the fire in my heart
Follow it what I desire
Give me the power of bright

I have always seen the tears
I have always been in fears
And I've never lived in sins
But I've never seen the sheens
I have always been in night
Always been on other side
And I've never seen the white
I've always felt the slight...

[White of High]

Do you know what I'm doing at now?

I'm translating DAnce Of The Vampires to Hungarian. My brother is an actor and sometims he directs dramas. I hope I will wrestle with it.
Anybody has got the full script, not only the lyirics of the songs?

3 songs are ready: Angels Arise, For Sarah and Endless Appetite!

[Rob The Badger]

Here's two poems I wrote a while back.

The Flowers Are Melting

The flowers are melting away
As I stare out the window
My heart seems in shadow
And I run
From anyone

And all I see is bitterness
Rain and cloud
Screaming out loud
To anyone who listens
Or who cares

Endless skies, are made of dew
As a new day is ringin’
Sow my peace of mind
With golden thread
Till I’m dead
An’ rotting in my grave

And I know that all is lost
Lost songs and broken poems
So save my breath
And a float it on the zephyr
Takin’ me to heaven.



The Firebird

Ah, the firebird that warms my breast
And causes me to love the world
The fire envelops me
Turns and twists and unfurls

Irony itself; and wise, so wise
It creates the very stuff we hate
But gives to us a thing we desire
It draws us in, we take the bait

Driving toward the violent flames
It spits and cracks and heats the air
The glowing embers dry my tears
That I had shed for unanswered prayers

The silent voice soothes my fears
And tells to me what I wish to hear
That the end of all of this suffering
Is coming close and near

The flame reaches out to me
Reaches into my soul
My eyes blaze with fire
The flames take control

I surrender to its almighty beauty
And give in to His healing
At once I feel free
I don’t want to lose this feeling

I must release it
Though it pains me
I let it out
And set it free.

[dottie]

I would hope one day to have some of my words put to music - DESPAIR - Sadness comes all to often for me,
A light on the horizon I cannot see,
Is this how things are meant to be?
Each morning as it dawns,
Full of hope I pray -
Happiness and contentment may come my way.
But once again my wishes are jaded,
As another day passes and hope has faded,
Happiness in this life is not for me,
I can see it all now -
So please let me be.

[Danny L]

I've fot a song up on the General Messages board, as that is my first (proper) song

I'm gonna try and make a Cd (1) and I don't want it to be all cover versions!! :D

See ya later,
Danny

[Tim]

Well, all creative people here.

Maybe we must make a MLUKFC.com Forum Poets Contest of it!!
It is an idea.....

the Butcher, Tim

[Bren]

Tim,maybe not a contest,but somewhere to share our poems....i write poetr too.

White of High your poems are very beautiful.

i enjoyed reading the poems in this topic..the ones in English. I'm sure the others are good or funny but i'll never know.

[White of High]

Step Into Deep

I'm standing here on the edge of the rock
and listen the voice of the wind
Million tears are coming out of my eyes
and I've been victim by the daily grind

The Moon ain't shining on the sky
The Sun went under the horizon
In the endlessly pain I cry
and I leave this cruel and darker zone.

I step into deep
and fly with my dream
I step into deep
and listen the scream

Under the land I live so high
And admire the crucifix on my grave
I will never take the question why
Cause still my soul with me I save.

I've stepped into deep
and flown with my dream
I've stepped into deep
and I will never never weep...
...anymore...

[mariella]

Hi White,

Very powerful words. When did you write this?

Mariella

[White of High]

At now! In 10 minutes...

[mariella]

White, you are a genius!
Wish I could write like that.

Great day to you,

Mariella

[White of High]

Thanks!
And why? You find the answer in Site Feedback topic under '500 posts'! I don't know why there, but there...

[mariella]

I looked it up, yes why there?, but it's as good a place as any.
But I wouldn't have found it, if you hadn't told me!

So sorry for you, you are a very warm and loving person (most of the time) and you are very sincere. Please know you WILL be loved! Hopefully by this beautiful lady you love so much.
At least by many of us here. If writing 'helps' please write all the poems you want, you are very good at it!

Look after yourself,

Mariella

[Danny L]

WoH man (okay, bad joke... :wink: )

Great lyrics.

You should be doing far greater things than what you're doing now.

By the way, what are you doing now? :lol:

Regards,
Danny
Future Singer/Actor/Director/Producer etc............. (I'll get round to them all - gimmie 30 years)

[dottie]

LIFE

I wish - I wish - I Wish,
A thousand miles away from here,
with our two children Oh so dear,
A sun that sets in a peaceful sky,
and leaves me asking Why? Why? Why?
Will we ever feel the gladness?
or are we destined for a life of sadness.
The future holds no threat for me
it is only to clear to see - to see.
Perhaps one day the sun will shine
in a way to be almost sublime,
and at that moment I will know how this life might try to grow,
and fulfuil dreams as of yet undreamed

[dottie]

The end of the road

He doesn't love me anymore
That I know for sure
He sees me as a waste of space
not wanted in his life

He puts me down
When I act like a clown
He cann't bear for me to be happy

He sees me as a millstone
forever around his neck
I wish I could escape this life with him

I've given him all I can
I cann't give anymore
That I know for sure

[dottie]

Future

Dare I wonder
Dare I perceive
A happier life if I should leave

A day thats filled with Joy and gladness
Not hopefulness and untold sadness

Give me the courage
Give me the hope
With this future life
I know I can cope

[dottie]

Can you not see?

Daysa of sunlight and joy,
were all I knew when I met you boy,
Yes, you gave me the world and everything in it,
It was never enough for me, can you not see.

The years rolled by and the yearning became stronger,
It was never enough for me, can you not see.

My bags were packed and ready,
A last wave, the tears flowed, but I couldn't stay,
It was never enough for me, can you not see.

[Bren]

sad poems Dotster,but beautiful too.

[Bren]

Fly Free

Fly free
my heart will follow
your bright wings towards the sun

Fly free
my eyes will watch
your pathway
through the sky of no return

Fly free
and in the hollow
of empty years
that time will leave
in you
my heart will still believe
my eyes will never learn
but helplessly
shall search the skies
for thy return.

[White of High]

By the way, what are you doing now? :lol:

At now I'm breaking with a girl!
In e-mail...
What a hell am I doing???

[dottie]

Beautiful Bren

[dottie]

This was dedicated to my late mum in law( an absolutely super person) by her husband.

MY DARLING

My Darling, My Darling,
You gave me the love that I was forever searching
Life became alive once more
When once again you opened the door to the treasure of heart, and the love of yourself
Yes dear I became alive once more.

The men recently in your life are lucky too
as they have known you through and through
They may have been good and kind, and left a slight pang for you in the past, now behind.

But ask yourself dear, did they not have their chance?
Or did they only want a sly romance?
Or did they only need their ego blue?
And not really want a permantly you.

My Darling, My Darling,
Don't ever lock me out
Give me your love, and you will see me true.

My Darling, My Darling,
On this birthday of yours, which I shall share,
and in sickness or health, I shall always care,
So don't chase moonbeams of bygone days,
Else you'll end up in a permanent haze.

My Darling, My Darling,
My Home, My Life, My Love is yours,
Not much to offer, no riches, or wealth
Just me, just me, just myself.

My Darling, My Darling,
Give me all of yourself, and you shall be my goddess of love,
Flying into my life and never out,
So that I can chant to the world what my love is all about.
Yours eyes are lovely and truly blue,
When thoughts of love enter you,
So keep them for me this way dear,
For no other and deeply clear.

My Darling, My Darling.

[Bren]

lovely Dotster

[Rob The Badger]

The Fancy Waistcoat And The Tambourine Band
Screw the landowners
They don't deserve it
All the people on the other side
The ones with the shovels
Give them the fancy waistcoat
And the tamborine band

Screw the leaders
They don't lead
They lie, cheat and steal
Give it to the people lying in the drain
They don't want it
What's the point?
is what I say
Give all those butlers
to the ones in the gutter

Screw the people
Flock of sheep
Should end up burning on a fiery heap
Blood on carpet
Blood on stone
Blood on raw meat ripped from bone
Screw the people every one
Liars, beggers;
lawyers, cheaters,
stealers, wheelers
every one

More to the mountains
is what I say
Cry from every mountainside
"Let freedom ring!"
~~~~~~~s all of them;
"Freedom" ring;

Cry for the people who know the truth
Give them the fancy waistcoat and the tambourine band
They deserve it, every one.

[dottie]

lovely Dotster

Bren these two were very much in love as you can see - we could do with a bit more of this kind of love in this world :)

[Bren]

indeed we could Dotster

[dottie]

indeed we could Dotster

Maybe we could spread some of this love around this forum - pass it on :wink:

[Bren]

To My Friends

Turn me with the wind,
i will follow
Once i did choose
where i would wander
Now you light my path
and all else is darkness.
So i walk
where your lights shine
To soften external darkness,
As a candle flame
Softens the glow of a room
stepped into from night.
Now no matter where,
your candles burn
In the hollow of my heart
and there light
Is with me always.

[White of High]

Bren!
Are these real emotions?
When you are writing poems in the background are there true feelings???
Sometimes I imagine a fairyworld and the pictures coming through...

[Bren]

Bren!
Are these real emotions?
When you are writing poems in the background are there true feelings???
Sometimes I imagine a fairyworld and the pictures coming through...
True feelings White Of high. My poems always reflect my thoughts and feelings at the time of writing them.Something might happen in the course of a day ,or i might ,see something,or experience something,that has an effect on me and i put my feelings/emotions ,into a poem.Wether it be feelings of joy at something beautiful,sadness,loss loneliness,despair,whatever,i put my feelings into a poem.

[dottie]

Bren you write as if you are personally experiencing these emotive words they are so poetic - I'll believe this is the best way to write poetry is to feel the emotion yourself - WONDERFUL

[Tim]

Indeed Wonderfull!

[Bren]

Thanks Dotster :D

Thanks Tim :D

[meshurp]

i wrote two ickle poems for mums pictures on world of angels and i thought i might type them on here for those of you who might want to read them (i dont usualy show them to other poeple). Sorry Tim if its bad of me to post them on both. :?

The Snow Angel

Though the wind blows cold,
and the eddying, frozen tears of man,
fall all around you now,
still your gentle fce looks down,
and prays us hope,

Mankinds quite time has come,
fear and pain has chilled to bone,
yet deep inside blooms warmth,
as you still sit lookng down.

Angel Of Light

Within the dark confines of the world,
only one light shines pure to our eyes,
that light is yours, a candle of hope,
God forbid that your light should flicker and dim,
you are set alone to help those who seek to see,
your embracing glow shines forever into eternity,
streching out before us guiding our way,
you were sent to: keep us,
save us,
love us,
lead us,
oh guardian of our faith,

[Bren]

Bren you write as if you are personally experiencing these emotive words they are so poetic - I'll believe this is the best way to write poetry is to feel the emotion yourself - WONDERFUL

Poetry has always been my way of expressing how i feel,Dotster.i write my feelings into the poem,so theyare very personel.With the exception of a couple i'm the only one that's ever read them! ,because a lot of people on this forum write poetry,i summoned up the courage to post a couple......it makes me happy that you like them. :D

[Bren]

Flying Mouse this is for you...
I'm new to the forum, and the first time i read your name (the flying mouse) it put me in mind of a poem that we studied at school (more years ago than i care to remember). i wondered if you'd come across it, and if indeed that's where the inspiration for your name came from. every time i read "the flying mouse" i think of the last line of this poem.


The Bat by Theodore Roethke

By day, the bat is cousin to the mouse
He likes the attic of an aging house
His fingers make a hat about his head
His pulse beat is so slow we think him dead

He loops in crazy figures half the night
Among the trees which face the corner light
But when he brushes up against the screen
We are afraid of what our eyes have seen
For something is amiss, or out of place
When mice with wings can wear a human face

[The Flying Mouse]

:twisted: Hi Bren.
Sorry to disapoint you,but it's not how I came up with the name.
I can't remember where I read it,or who told me,that the German word for bat is Fliegermaus.Translated back into English you get Flying Mouse.
I though that this was very cool 8) ,and so The Flying Mouse was born.
UNFORTUNATLY,I asked R. to confirm that this info is correct,and it isn't :cry: .
But still,the Bat is a member of the rodent family,so it still works for me :D .
BTW Great poem.The last sentance reminds me of vampires,Flying mice with a humans face.Is it intentional?

[meshurp]

The wind sighs, through silent trees,
grasses rustling sway upon the breeze,
and you are left cold,
as earths eternal sunset flickers,
fades,
and dies,
and you ask youself why?
why?
does evening fall to quick,
and steal the light of day...
why?
do blossems bright in the sun,
full of springs new hope curl and die...
why?
do the leafy fingers of fire lance from the sky,
swirling, scuttling on cold concrete, yet never rising high...
why?
is the fresh green grass curled,
and crisped by frost cold, icy touch...
why?
does the soft feathed down, of timeless clocks,
fall not float upon dead air...
why?
....for the fire bird has flown to the sun,
and springs-winter wheel, turns forever as one,
yet you are left standing here,
still,
amidst the flood of time....

[Bren]

BTW Great poem.The last sentance reminds me of vampires,Flying mice with a humans face.Is it intentional?

Not to my knowledge.It's just describing a bat's appearance,they look like mice with wings and their faces ARE veryhuman to look at...if you have ever studied one!
The Flying Mouse is a good name whatever your reason for choosing it.

[meshurp]

Scattered Tears

With that flickering light,
our lives are forever changing,
refracted,
as light from scattered tears,
pools form to ice,
and shine frozen,
by hearts dark winter chill,
when that candle flame,
casts shadows all around,
a mirror of our coming hope.

[The Flying Mouse]

Sorry to go off topic again :oops: .
Meat himself said yesterday on the Graham Norton show that the word Fliegermaus is on the cover of the Russian edition of Bat Out Of Hell :mrgreen: .
dosvedaniya 8)

[Bren]

I missed you all very much while i was away,
Kept wondering how you all were and what you were doing,
so i wrote this for all of you.

Thoughts from a clifftop

Gentle waves break on the rocks,
A path of sunlight dances,
Across the expanse of endless blue,
But my thoughts are not of the ocean,
They are of you.

Here on this lonely clifftop,
Beside a sea,
Of sparkling green and blue,
Sitting in the warm evening sun,
I'm thinking of you.

On a rock the lighthouse, quiet sentinel stands,
the wispiest of clouds,
drift across a sky of softest blue,
my thoughts drift with the clouds,
back to you.

Wildflowers chase across the clifftops,
'til they tumble,
from my view,
in the midst of all this beauty,
my thoughts are of you.

A golden eye of sun, nesting in a bed of grey cloud,
stoops to kiss the water,
'til orange fire burns across the blue,
but my thoughts are not of the sunset,
they are of you.

The sun drains the sky of colour,
as it falls behind the cloud,
soft muted greys of evening shroud the view,
theres a silver sheen on the ocean,
but my thoughts are with you.

Darkness falls in descending peace,
just the waves, soft-whispered caress,
all other sound has ceased,
night wraps and steals the view,
alone here in the stillness,
still i think of you.

love to you all.
Bren.

[original sin]

Bren :lol: Thanks :lol: that's lovely

[Testify]

these r all v good

[meshurp]

Hi there! ickle poem for you, see if you can guess what its about....

Your sharp fingers curl,
Through dry-water shined glass,
And sleep blurred eyes,

Dancing, flickering halos glow,
As a breif flash illuminates my world,
Your line if guidance snakes across,
This dark insubstantial land,

Light on air makes blacker still,
The deepening pool of night,
Flick-flick-flick as round we go,
Seen once but never-maybe-always twice,

As cold air thickens on dripping panes,
Your glow does slice,
A never faltering path of light...

[original sin]

lighting? sunrise?

[meshurp]

nope! :lol: nothing so poetic! its a street light viewed at night through a car window!! :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

[Testify]

well aint you a cleva bunch of bunnies!!

[meshurp]

thank you Testify! :D

[Testify]

ur welcome, aslong as u dont call me strange!!

[meshurp]

sorry :oops:

[Testify]

oh no u dont have to apologise, cos u explained that it wasnt me, hmmm tho i wonder!!

[Keab42]

I'm sitting here,
wasting time,
wondering to myself,
do poems have to rhyme?

do they sound right,
if somebody writes,
a line or two,
without a rhyme in sight?

and as i sit,
time passes by,
wow i've written a poem,
dont ask me why.

[Bren]

Pipistrelle

Night settles to softness.
Muted sounds
soft-blanket the twilight
hushed all around.
Across the evening gold and blue
two pipistrelles fly in to view
on silent wings.
They flit and dance across the night
and chase the moths
attracted by the window light.
Scarcely a movement stirs the trees.
An owl glides by
with long-practised ease
alights in the tall pine
noiselessly.
The pipestrelles
thier patterns weave
all around the sky.
They swoop and soar
in restless flight
a shadow dance
upon the night.
And i wish that i
had wings to fly,
as freely as my thoughts,
that forever fly to you.
Then none would ask
or question why?
and i too could dance
about the sky.

Shadows deepen
silhouettes grow,
the sky has lost it's light.
The scent of Honeys.uckle and roses
drifts on the night.
Night walks across the lawn
and passed the flower beds.
The bats aerial display
has ceased.
Night falls on the garden
and shrouds it in peace.
The owl on silent wings
flies off in to the night,
leaving me
in the darkness
alone.




sorry for the strange typing of the plant name before roses....the computer thinks it's a swear word!! when typed properly!

[Wild_Honey]

Thanks Bren for leading me here! :wink: Really you all produce awesome stuff!!! Wouldn't this be worth being published? :D Hope you don't mind me posting some of my things here as well? :oops:


IRISH LOVE

Sweet sunset in the Uplands,
The daylight slowly dies.
A soft breeze wipes my bitter tears
Tenderly off my eyes.

The stones of Giant's Causeway
Seem to be paved with gold.
I've travelled a hundred thousand miles
For you my love to hold.

The setting sunlight shines like stars,
It's sparkling in the sea.
Not long ago you said you would
Go catch the stars for me...

Now it seems the stars you caught
Are buried beneath the waves.
Each sunset kisses them goodnight,
Watching over their graves.

When the pale moon's up on Galway Bay
And the island falls asleep
I feel the rain come pouring down
As if the skies would weep.

First one by one the raindrops fall
On meadows, trees and hills.
And when the wind blows rain-clouds hither
I can feel the autumn chills...

I'm longing for the fireside
You and me once sat by.
I can hear your laughter in the air,
Turning into a cry.

I notice with a shock it's me
I'm crying out my pain.
I'll never understand that you
Will not come back again...

When I saw her lying in your arms
I thought it must be fate.
I lost the ground beneath my feet
And felt my heart would break.

I had suspected you'd fall for that girl
Who's sweeter than a rose of Tralee.
But you had told me I'd be your own true love
And I did believe in thee...

Now what's become of the promises,
They have lost the value of their words.
I never would have thought our perfect love
Would someday be what mostly hurts...

I'm now going home to Kildare valley,
To my little baby boy's bed.
My heart is heavy - you do not know him
- And he will never know his dad...

I try to raise him as good as I can,
I give him all my love.
And I will sing him lonely tunes
When the stars shine from above.

My grief's as big as the Mountains of Mourne
Every time the memories come.
And these memories will never go away
For I see them in the eyes of our son...

Before I put myself to bed
I will sing a lullaby.
And I will love him 'til the end of time
And love you 'til I die.

[Bren]

Wild Honey, of course we don't mind you posting stuff here,that's what it's for.
Beautiful poem by the way.

I've always had a love of poetry, so the more poets that post here the better as far as i'm concerned, otherwise this topic keeps dropping into obscurity.
Hope you visit regularly.

[Rob The Badger]

Here's another political poem and some other odd ramblings:

America The Beautiful

Burn the building
Under the sweet moonlight
Shovel the bodies
Hear the moon cry down

America the beautiful
Declares, freedom, for all
Mountains of bones
In the minds of the children
Night turns to day
Independence
Seems to vanish, in the haze
Take your hands! Off of my land
Reap the rewards of your father
America the beautiful
Take your hands! Off my land
Independence, vanishing in the haze
On this land, of my fathers
Nowhere to run.



There's one, it's very vague and the point isn't conveyed that well.
Here's some more random stuff.

To The Stars

To the stars
On high above
Up in the navy sky

Upon the silver rain
We’ll fly
Way up into the sky

Hey, it's a political lyric!

This is a lyric I wrote for my own band, we're still working on the music.

“We hold these truths to be self –evident—
that all men are created equal;
that they are endowed by their Creator
with certain inalienable rights;
that among these are life, liberty,
and the pursuit of happiness”

You can say what you will
That they are all are made from the same mould
You can take your suicide pills
Just to stop the degradation you feel

You need to wake up and taste what’s real
It’s more than just what you can feel
The people at the top aren’t like you
No matter what they say it isn’t true

Some are more equal than others
Some are more equal than others
Under the Argus-eyed Big Brother
Some are more equal than others
Some are more equal than others
Under the haunting eyes of Big Brother
Oh, la. . .

The government makes me ill
It sickens me that they could be so cold
Sometimes I’d feel more fulfilled
Writing poems with the daisy print wheel

You need to feel the blood on your head
Where a child was bludgeoned in his bed
They’re violent just like you
And they see in black and white too

Some are more equal than others
Some are more equal than others
Under the Argus-eyed Big Brother
Some are more equal than others
Some are more equal than others
Under the haunting eyes of Big Brother
Oh, la la la
La la la



Wow. Inspiring stuff I think. :wink:

We lie here still in golden fields,
The sun does gently heat,
And light the mighty sword he wields,
As we lie amongst the wheat,

We shall stay here still forever more,
Till the mighty sun does die,
And all the time that drifts away,
Won't ever make us cry,

We lie here in the moonlit fields,
The stars do shine above,
And now the silver moon will say,
How wonderful is love.


MORE! MORE POETRY!

Probably my most depressing piece. Though it still lacks structure and meaning.

Wisdom Is Madness

Sentenced to premature wisdom
I must lie awake all night. Pondering
the trivialities of life and self
And the irony of the pain they bring
I ask not for pity, or for charity
I ask that you leave me here on the floor
Surrounded by paper balls
Forgotten from before
Take me back to my joyous years
When my ignorance was not a crime
When I’d laugh and cry
And recover in good time
Though, once you know
you can never go back
You’re stuck with all this insight
Yet there’s something it lacks
That you can’t quite cuss,
There’s a meaning somewhere
Written inside of your head
But it’s hidden under all that hair
You have it on the tip of your tongue
It’s so close that you can taste it
The bitter taste of truth
When tragedy strikes
You’re knocked down again
You’re head is bleeding now
And your brain quietly weeps
The truth has been flung from your lips
It now must be repeated
All the pondering and the pain
Brought down from the pedestal
From where you once were seated
It is now that you realise what a fool you really are
That all this wisdom crap is just you being conceited
And now the real pain begins
At least before you had some idea,
However wrong
Of who, what and where you are
There is but one explanation
That you have to confess:
That all is Hell
And you suffer from madness




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[Rob The Badger]

Everytime I post here this thread goes silent.

[Bren]

not true,just didn't have time on my last visit to read and appreciate all that you had written.
keep posting them...i enjoy reading them.

[Rob The Badger]

A haiku about my 100 posts.


One hundred posts! Yay!
Hundred Posts! Callooh! Callay!
Postwhore! Here I come!

[Bren]

nice one Eyeore ! :lol:

[Rob The Badger]

Thanks! :lol:

[CarolM]

hi eyeore,congratulations.a little ditty for you.
100 posts, your bound to do more.
one hundred
already ,is a great score,
welcome to being our next great postwhore.
:lol:

[Rob The Badger]

In the words of Fonzy the great, "Eeey!".

[dottie]

Eyeore Congratulations = from little acorns ........

[Rob The Badger]

*Eyeore grins at all the attention*

[Wild_Honey]

Hey Eyeore! A little belated, but Congrats from me as well! :D 100 posts is a lot, whoa! And poor little me is still trying to get the 50 complete. :wink:

However folks, here's a poem erm... It's a thoughtful one.


LETTER TO GOD

Please excuse me, God
but why are children dying?
What have they done?

See they can't have committed any crime;
they are innocent!

God, why are people hungry and ill?
Why do You punish the ones that didn't sin?

Dear God, they pray faithfully.
They love You.

Why don't You take care of them
and blame the guilty ones instead?

Don't You think it would be fairer?

You can see who is good
and who starts the wars.

If so, what about some justice?

I know You love everyone the same.
But please God, think it through again,
will You?

[Rob The Badger]

Quaint. I like it.

[White of High]

Wild Honey!
Good lines. Good question.

[Wild_Honey]

Thank you! :oops:

Um, this one I have written for someone very very special. It goes out to my love - who has saved me in every possible way...


# 21022003 DREAM

Whispers, comforting in my ears.
Calming, taking away my fears.
Always loving, always warm.
Guiding me safely through any storm.
Your words
Oh, how I love the way you talk.

Glimmering, like stars they shine.
Makes me feel that this love is devine.
One look of you and my heart starts to race.
You make me so happy when I look at your face.
Your eyes
Oh, how I love the way you look at me.

Your hands are tender, you're protecing me.
I shiver down my spine when you're stroking me.
Every move you make, the way that you caress,
It gives me the feeling that I am the best.
Your touch
Oh, how I love the way you touch me.

You are so unique, you are so dear to me.
You are so special and always here for me.
Sometimes I still wonder how I deserve it.
Sometimes I still ask myself am I worth it?
Your love
Oh, how I love you...

[Bren]

Rainfall

Rain falls
like an inner sadness,
blurring the vision
like tears held back.
A weight of sadness
leans upon me now
and i wish i could make things right.
Rain falls
Tears cry down the window.
White petals torn
storm-tossed, dance
a summer blizzard across my lawn
in wild turmoil.
Reflecting how i feel.
Rain falls
softly on my memories.
Past and present
blur through rain.
The tear-streaked windows
silently cry my pain,
and i wish i could turn back Time.

[Wild_Honey]

This one made me cry, Bren. WONDERFUL!!!

[Bren]

Thankyou ,Wild Honey.

[Rob The Badger]

The last night of the fair,
The stony steel is broken silence,
And warm blood gushes
from the head of the broken doll

The boy was stabbed,
His mousey hair torn to shreds
His body flipped,
His flesh was ripped,
And the whirling waltzer came to a halt.
~
Sorry if this offended anyone. It's kind of an angry poem inspired by The Smiths' classic "Rusholme Ruffians".

[Wild_Honey]

8O Whoa! I like it, Eyeore!

[Rob The Badger]

Thanks. Not everyone appreciates my style of poetry. . .

[Wild_Honey]

Eyeore, this shows that you are unique! :D I like it, it comes from the heart. And isn't it very relieving to be able to express feelings by writing? :) Keep up your work Eyeore, you shouldn't care too much about whether others like what you write!
I think this is the case with every other poet. You can't expect everyone to like it.
8)


Love Like A Rose

Love is gentle.
Love is touch and feeling.
Love is like a silky flower,
standing in full bloom
when you fall for your one and only.

Love is pride
like a rose so red and beautiful
in all her precious grace.

But do not forget that
a rose has thorns.
Thorns that can make
your heart bleed and break.

The beauty of a rose
may fade.

Only the rose of a true deep love
will last forever.
And even if her blossoms die,
the sweet smell will stay.

Eternally.

[Rob The Badger]

Love

'Tis the fire that heats the pyre of passion,
'Tis the elequent poem the soothes the mind,
'Tis the music the sings as the angel,
'Tis the mighty sky that never fails to comfort
When all around is gone.

Love is that fire that warms your heart
Love is that fire that burns your house to ashes
Fortuitous that your house is burnéd:
Now you see the moon.
~

[Bren]

Thanks. Not everyone appreciates my style of poetry. . .
Eyeore, many people don't appreciate my style of poetry either, doesn't stop me writing them, i always have always will.I like and enjoy reading what you writebecause it's very different.
Poetry is a very personal thing ,especially if you write from the heart with feeling,as Wild Honey said.
Keep writing them Eyeore.

Iparticularly liked the poem in your previous post.


Wild Honey,
Love like a rose,..nice poem

[Rob The Badger]

Thanx for all the support guys. All the poems in this thread have been great and I too enjoy reading them. Keep it up peeps. Keep the thread alive! 8)

[Wild_Honey]

Sure Eyeore!!! :D

[Rob The Badger]

Adam
Had 'em.

. . . . .

[Wild_Honey]

Shadows over shadows.
My mind is drifting.
My soul is falling apart.
My heartbeat - hardly noticable.
Deep fear inside.
The drums are calling.
Die.
Die.
Die.
I hear myself screaming
As I feel the pleasure of the pain
That the knife
Cold and bare
Is giving me
As it,
like thousands of poisonous needles,
stalks my heart.

The bad times are over.
I am free.

[Rob The Badger]

I'm going to hazard a guess that that one was about suicide. . .Very good.


This poem is about suicide also.


Holy water
And the dancing moon
beams on the sparkling sea

Liberty bells
Broken sea shells
Are calling out to me

Sunset view
Morning dew
A six string on my back

Tennessee
Canadee;
Are coming back to me.

[Wild_Honey]

Great one, Eyeore. And yes, you were right as far as my last poem goes.

[Wild_Honey]

Hey fellow poets!!!! What happened??? Please don't let this topic die!!! :cry:
Can you think of any "all-time-favourite" poems that you have?? I am gonna think about mine. Is there a poems by a certain poet that you have always loved or that even is a sort of help/guidance/inspiration/ for you? Can also be one of your own!

[Wild_Honey]

Ok, I start. My absolute favourite is Shakespeare. No one describes feelings and love in such a fascinating and beautiful way. :D This one is one of my all-time-favs:

Sonnet # 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

[White of High]

Hi Wild_Honey! It's so hard... We have got other and other language. But there is my favourite. It's a Paul Verlain poem, but the Hungarian translated by Tóth Árpád is the best on the world. If you can try to read it you will feel it why... The first lines are the bests...

Öszi Chanson

Ösz húrja zsong
jajong busong a tájon
S ont monoton
bút konokon és fájón..

[Rob The Badger]

Not one of my own, but it's just so damn good I had to show my appreciation for it.

Suffer Little Children

Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave
And I'll lay me down

Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave
And I'll lay me down


Lesley-Anne, with your pretty white beads
Oh John, you'll never be a man
And you'll never see your home again
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for


Edward, see those alluring lights ?
Tonight will be your very last night


A woman said : "I know my son is dead
I'll never rest my hands on his sacred head"


Hindley wakes and Hindley says :
Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says :
"Oh, wherever he has gone, I have gone"


But fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death
Fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death


Hindley wakes and says :
Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says :
"Oh, whatever he has done, I have done"


But this is no easy ride
For a child cries :


"Oh, find me ... find me, nothing more
We are on a sullen misty moor
We may be dead and we may be gone
But we will be, we will be, we will be, right by your side
Until the day you die
This is no easy ride
We will haunt you when you laugh
Yes, you could say we're a team
You might sleep
You might sleep
You might sleep
BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !
Oh, you might sleep
BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !
You might sleep
BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !"

Oh Manchester, so much to answer for
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for

Oh, find me, find me !
Find me !
I'll haunt you when you laugh
Oh, I'll haunt you when you laugh
You might sleep
BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !
Oh ...
Over the moors, I'm on the moor
Oh, over the moor
Oh, the child is on the moor

Rusholme Ruffians


The last night of the fair
By the big wheel generator
A boy is stabbed
And his money is grabbed
And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine

She is Famous
She is Funny
An engagement ring
Doesn't mean a thing
To a mind consumed by brass (money)


And though I walk home alone
I might walk home alone ...
...But my faith in love is still devout


The last night of the fair
From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side)
From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side)


And though I walk home alone
I might walk home alone ...
...But my faith in love is still devout


Then someone falls in love
And someone's beaten up
Someone's beaten up
And the senses being dulled are mine
And someone falls in love
And someone's beaten up
And the senses being dulled are mine


And though I walk home alone
I might walk home alone ...
...But my faith in love is still devout


This is the last night of the fair
And the grease in the hair
Of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied
She said : "How quickly would I die
If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?"
La ...


This is the last night of the fair
And the grease in the hair
Of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied
She said : "How quickly would I die
If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?"
La ...


So ... scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
(This means you really love me)
Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
(This means you really love me)
Oh ...


And though I walk home alone
I just might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout
I might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout
I might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout
La ...

[Bren]

A change of subject matter

Summer Shower

The rain falls,drenching the new leaves of summer
Light ,soft , continous,dripping to the ground.
Running in rivulets down,
the leaves
falling steadily.
Running in rivulets down sun dried lanes
Sweeping the dust of summer
Away.
To be lost in it's ever continuous path,
Like a memory
Lost in the rivers of your mind,
Washed away by Life's rain,which falls
Soft and continuous.
Washed away
to be forgotten like this summer shower,
for the sun will take it's place.
So will the light that shines
Your Life
Even then replace the rain that falls.



Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Lovely poem Bren.
Just popped in to say that the poem's in my last post were written by Morrissey. Just thought I'd let you know.

But now that I'm here I might as well write something. Right?

So now it's time for Rob's ad lib poem corner typey thing.

Turnaround
Summer rain
Turnaround
Summer pain
Turnaround
Healing kiss
Turnaround
Summer bliss

Maize and wheat
Scorching heat
A field burning gently
By the city

Turnaround
Music plays
Turnaround
Summer days
Turnaround
One more kiss(?)
Turnaround
Oh how I miss. . .
Those summer days.

I think I'll call this one Summer Days. Oh how terribly cliché. . .

[Bren]

Thankyou Eyeore :D

By the way, i liked the "ad lib poem corner typey thing"






Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Thanks. And I've just noticed I'v revealed my true identity. D'oh! Hopefully no one will notice. . . :?

[White of High]

These are very goods. Why don't use more rhyme?

[Bren]

Depends on style of poem and subject matter, white
here,s one that uses rhyme.

Life
I am silence, made of morning,sunlight and the song of bird
Mist of evening slowly rising, winds soft whisper scarcely heard
I am tree and grass and flower, mountain ,hill and desert plain
Freedom, windswept shoreline sounding,earth and rock and sun and rain
Iam laughter smiled by children, wonder held in innocent eyes
Tears of pain at loss and sorrow, hurt and grief and lonely sighs.
Iam city streets of greyness, building factory,car and train
Park and motorway, shop and houses, woodland field and winding lane.

I am ambition ,goal and fortune, maker of all man's misdeeds
I am all he has of value and yet he pays me little heed.
Man is often my giver and my taker, yet by him i am not owned
Iam his for short duration, for his life-span i am loaned.
I am the song man will not sing, i am the sound that no man hears
He finds me at birth, he leaves me at death, to find me again in a world without tears.

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Yet another good Bren poem.
As for rhyming, I generally don't like it.
I feel it restricts expression. E.g, the line could be:
"And I love her". For the poem to have an AABBCC rhyme scheme, the following word would have to rhyme with "her" right? But what if the feeling you want to express can't be expressed with a word that rhymes wiuth "her"?
If you use words that you don't mean just to make it rhyme I think it's less artistic.
Of course, if you can pull it off without it seeming tacked on it's perfectly acceptable.

[Bren]

Iagree Eyore, i rarely write poems,like the one above with a set rhyme.The feeling being conveyed is far more important. My normal style is like the one i wrote called "Rainfall"which is back a bit.Often i simply write my feelings down on the page,and that's my poem,that's how it stays.Some times i play around with the words. i like using words that have a nice sound to them, i tend to do that rather than rely on a rhyme.

Keep writing them Eyeore


Bren

[Wild_Honey]

Hi Wild_Honey! It's so hard... We have got other and other language. But there is my favourite. It's a Paul Verlain poem, but the Hungarian translated by Tóth Árpád is the best on the world. If you can try to read it you will feel it why... The first lines are the bests...

Öszi Chanson

Ösz húrja zsong
jajong busong a tájon
S ont monoton
bút konokon és fájón..

White, could you maybe translate this...? :oops:

[Wild_Honey]

Eyeore and Bren, I really love your poems!

[Bren]

Thanks Wild Honey




Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Thanx. 8)

[Rob The Badger]

A going away poem.

Me you and I,
We are my favorite people.

[White of High]

:)
Are you schizophren? :lol:

[Wild_Honey]

:)
Are you schizophren? :lol:

"I may be shizophrenic, but at least I've got each other!" 8) :D

I like your little poem, Eyeore!!! :D

[Rob The Badger]

Thanks. ^_^. Schitzo maybe. . .but beautiful. . .

[Wild_Honey]

Now this is not my own work, but I like it! :D

Time flies like an arrow.
Fruit flies like a banana. :mrgreen:

[Rob The Badger]

Girlfriend left me:
VENT!

The end was nigh
Seven weeks ago
only the best
only the best
the end is night
wont you
wont you sing to me
just one more time
only the dawn
only the dawn
truly speaks to me now
only the heavens
care for me now
so please
don't let me down
this time
this time
don't let me down
this time
Burn on the stake
Morning I wake
Battered and bruised
and your hands
oh they look lovely
today
speak of the world
in some
old
fashoined way
burn down the house
left in the dark
loved in the park
burn downn the lark
that sings in the trees
shoot me again
just one more time
but please
do it right
this time
please do it right
this time
cries in the night
liquer fueled fight
prizing the goal
over over
everything else
damagéd sparks
broken winged larks
that sang in the . . .
so please please
please
please
please let me let me
get what I want this time this time this time
let me get what I want
this time. . . .

[Wild_Honey]

Aww great one Eyeore!!! And so sad. :(

[Tim]

Great poem Eyeore!!! Very sad, but beautifull!!!

[Bren]

Like the poem Eyeore,full of feeling...but sad


Bren

[Bren]

Amongst the stillness
broken memories fall like pieces of a puzzle
refusing to fit the place allotted them.

All wounds heal with time
until this morning
when someone asked me why?

Like old books shelved
the memories have stood an interval of time
collecting dust.
Until a chance enquirey from a friend
like a sudden breeze through an open window
blew away the dusty pretence that "everything was fine"

All wounds heal with time
until tomorrow
when the sunlight might remind me of who i really am

Until the empty trees,
dry grass, the wind's rustle, a voice,
a name , a smile ,a face,
a street, a song, a familiar place
sunlight or the changing seasons echoes,
on some future morning, will remind me.

And the memories will fall
like pieces of a puzzle....that ought to fit
yet make no sense at all.

Bren

[Wild_Honey]

Awwww great one, Bren... Have you guys ever thought about publishing your works, or have your own book of poetry? :D Um, here's a nice site I visit regularly; might be interesting. :D www.poetry.com

[Rob The Badger]

I write lyrics for a band (and have performed vocals for a lot of them) locally and get paid quite a bit to do it. My work is only taken as a lyric so I'd never get it published.

[Wild_Honey]

Wow, that's interesting, Eyeore! :D The only thing I have been told by one of my profs at uni, is that I should have my poetry turned into songs. And I sometimes post my poems to online contests. I never win, but it's still fun. :wink:




You, Me, Myself and I


I say yes, go ahead.
Me says no, hold on.
Me and I are struggling with Myself.
I say stop,
Me says go,
and everything's puzzling me.
I smile,
Me cries.
- What is wrong, and what is right?
Myself is wrecked.
I am wearing masks to hide myself.
I don't know me at times.

And You? You love Me and Myself.

And I thank You for that.

[Rob The Badger]

Nice stuff there WH. Like the concept.
I'm interested is starting a band of my own pretty soon. Though seeing as I only write I'd need some musicians interested in straight-laced rock music. If anyone knows of anyone in the Newport area who fits the bill let me know! 8)

But until then another lyric sheet will have to suffice:

All I Have To Give

The rain speckled stones
As heavy as bones
In the garden
outside your house

Take my hand you pretty thing
Oh please, take me
Just this once
If only for the first time
Please not the last time

I have nothing but myself to give you
And you have nothing but yours
Oh, but that's enough for me dear
For I'm so fond of you
You see

Take my hand, you sweetest of things,
Please, take me,
Just this once,
Just this once,
If only for the first time,
Please, please,
don't let it be the last time.

. . . . . . . . . .
~~~~~~~~

And curious, I showed a couple of my lyrics to a friend and he said it reminded him of the stuff Morrissey did. Any comments?

[Wild_Honey]

Nice stuff there WH. Like the concept.
I'm interested is starting a band of my own pretty soon. Though seeing as I only write I'd need some musicians interested in straight-laced rock music. If anyone knows of anyone in the Newport area who fits the bill let me know! 8)
And curious, I showed a couple of my lyrics to a friend and he said it reminded him of the stuff Morrissey did. Any comments?

Hmmmm I would love to join :lol: , but I don't live locally at all!!! :wink: And as for your friend who said your lyrics remind him of Morrissey: Take it as a compliment and be proud! :D

Oh, and LOVELY POEM AGAIN, Eyeore!!! :D

[Rob The Badger]

Cheers again. The Morrissey thing knocked me for six. In a good way. He's like my God. Lyrically at least.
And I'm being a bit selfish here. Everyone who's posted on this board has a really different approach to lyricism/poetry; it's good to see this range. You all rock.

Boy affraid
Gritty, musky alleys
Doors of steel
Wails and squeals
Blood spattered on the crumbling wall. . .
( I fall)
Hollow as the evening is,
The sun still burns
Puddles of mud and ash
Smoke
And the sordid stench
Of failure
And rotting flesh,
Fill the air
And corrupt
The ashen faces
And cigarette traces
Lie broken,
banished on the floor
(I die).

[Bren]

Awwww great one, Bren... Have you guys ever thought about publishing your works, or have your own book of poetry?

No...wouldn't do that, Wild Honey..that's not why i write them.
poems are about thoughts and feelings...the majority of mine are about things that have had a deep effect on me in some way.
Whilst i am happy to ocaisionally post one here for friends to read, i certainly would not want any published.




Bren

[Bren]

Great poems Eyeore :D

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Now that's integrity for you.

[meshurp]

Its raining in my dreams

Its raining in my dreams
Silent tears
Echo down the empty panes
Of this hollow house
That is my mind...

The rain falls
Making wet the delicate shades
Of hope
The colours bleed and run
Puddling to my feet...

Its raining in my dreams
Faith runs down
In scattered droplets
Swirling down the invisible drain
That is my fears
My life...

The rain falls
So dismally I stand
As despiration drenches my
The chill bite of doubt soaks deep
i look around
but theres nothing left to see

So sleep I will
For its raining in my dreams
Washed away by sorrow
There is no hope
There is no tomorrow

...There is only rain...

[Tim]

Beautifull Poem Mesphury Lady.... Please, post some more.

Are you having some difficult times??? If you want to talk, feel free to email me.

The Butcher.

[Rob The Badger]

"Echo down the empty panes
Of this hollow house"

Love the possible double meaning of the word panes. Very good stuff there. Post some more when you get round to it. We'd be grateful. ^_^

[Rob The Badger]

Bump.

[meshurp]

Thank you :oops: it means a lot to me that you liked it Tim and Eyeore

All That You Could Wish

The moon and all the stars
Clatter through your hands
Hopes and dreams
Blown on the winds of time

For progress changes faith
And future turns its back

No matter that you try
No matter that you fight
The battles lost and won

Many years ago...
Lying
Buried in the past
Many years to come...
As fortune steals a laugh

Have you lost your way?
Stumbled in the dark
For if seeing eyes
Are blind
To a world that is

Yet Blind eyes pave
A path of light
And let you see...

For all that you could wish
You life is all that it could be

[Tim]

Meshurp lady.... I really, really love it. What a beautifull poem is that. Again...

Specially the last part of the poem is wonderfull!!! So right, so true... so into the hart.

I'm very, very impressed.

The Butcher.

[Rob The Badger]

Goddamn. That's impressive. Love the first verse. :D

[Rob The Badger]

Why is it as the sky turns grey
That I'm stunned in my step
Your hand's in his hand
Why is it as the sky turns grey
That I'm stunned and stepped, (to see)
Your lips on his

"It's only a flame dear"
That's all I had to hear
"I love you and I always have
Oh how very sorry I am". . .

Then why is it as the sky turns black
That your hand's in his not mine
Why is it that I'm stunned in my step
As the sky turns black
That your lips are on his, not mine. . .

[Bren]

Beautiful, Eyeore



Bren

[Tim]

Indeed, again a beautifull Poem. Thanks Eyeore!!! Love it also!!!

[Rob The Badger]

Not one of my best, but good enough.

It's late, and I'm going to the airport in an hour.
So better make this a good one:

The orange hum of a humdrum town
The heavy shadows passing
The cold faces massing
In the distance a scream
Of pleasure (or pain)
Oh, I don't know
and I really don't care

Darkness seeps
Into the wrinkles in her face
"Money for the nigh' guv"
That's no kind of love

Bash her head with cobblestone
Spattered remains
All that remains
And the air walks
The military two-step
Down the back of my spine

Black mixes with black
A lacklustre
Sexual blunder
And you're left with not
A woman in sight
Who'll keep you warm tonight

Oh there'll be murder
On the streets of London tonight
"Don't put up a fight!"
I swear,
"It'll only hurt a little bit"
But it did
And a lot more too
As the tattered remains
Of a dress/ a skull
Stains the soil red

Black mixes with black
A lacklustre
Sexual blunder
And you're left with not
A woman in sight
Who'll keep you warm tonight

[dottie]

My kind of poem, Eyeore - reaches into your soul, and pulls a few strings :!:

[meshurp]

thank you for your kind words, they make me feel more confident with what i write, Eyeore your poem was beautiful
Heres a happy poem for a change

Believe

Wait
For the days are cold
The night has begun
Souless time
Eternitys face
Changless faith

Believe
In yourself
Life and all the world
A hope you can't find
but dream to try

Let
The silence shatter
Like the pieces of your heart
Music strings sail
Past the midnight air

Step
Forth from the coldness
the grey
The world that ate your life
That leeched your
your hopes
your dreams

Reach
Down inside to the fire
Of pain
Burning there
Kindle a flame
To bend to hope
Light candle paths from black
follow it home

Stand
In golden light of dawn
Breath in the spring
Grass air
As Autunms dew
Blooms

Wait
You are at the end
Of the winds cold breathe
The night is done
Dark fingers unclasped

Believe
Even if dawns fades
Sunlight shines
As hope flare
Somewere

You believe

[Tim]

Wooooowww!!! This is it!!!

I'm having tears in my eyes reading the poems of you!!! This is so very good. My god... i love them!

Thank you very much Meshurp werfifer!!!

The Butcher (yes emotional)

[Bren]

A Moment Ago

Through my mind
a moment
ago

Walked
a memory
a softened echo

A shadow
soft-flitting
from the past

Gentle
half-seen
softened by the years

Like a faded photograph
of someone
somewhere
once loved
or known
now lost
or a part of your life no more

Meaning nothing
to anyone else
but unforgotten
secret-safe
forever kept

Like a faded photograph
of someone
somewhere
sometime
that the heart
couldn't bear to throw away.

Bren

[Tim]

Bren, a very nice poem!!
You, and Mesphury Verifire are both great in writing poems. I would say... make a book and sell it!!

The Butcher.

[Bren]

Thank you Tim :D

Bren

[dottie]

You, and Mesphury Verifire are both great in writing poems. I would say... make a book and sell it!!

The Butcher.[/quote]

First Customer :!:

[Tim]

Here another costumer, and..... please with autograph!! :lol:

[Wild_Honey]

Geeez I haven't been here for a while, this is really great work... :D Sharing Tim's point of view completely. :wink: Hardly dare putting something on here now though... :?

My Tomb

I feel like buried overground.
Fleshy tomb.
It maybe me acting still,
But I feel empty
And damn cold
Inside.

Aren’t we supposed to feel save?
Well, I don’t any more.
And I so wish you could read
In my eyes
The pain in my soul.

I am crying for help,
But the words won’t come out.
They’re stuck in my throat.

I want to cough,
Want to spit,
To throw up, puke, get rid of them.
But my endless struggle
Just makes it worse.

Until I cannot breathe any more.
Not at all.
I stroke.
And that, for once, is fine with me.

[The Flying Mouse]

:twisted: Was England really that bad 8O .
Only joking :lol: .Great poem.

[Wild_Honey]

Thanks... :oops: Um, no, England was not bad, but it's just me sometimes... :roll:

[Wild_Honey]

BRIDGE

I’m standing on a bridge.
Glassy stars in the sky above me.

Memories…
Like a movie they run through my mind.
There’s only salt left on my cheeks.
The tears have run dry like long forgotten rivers.

Ridiculous voices.
Swirling in my head, making me dizzy.
The past is slowly… fading away.

I remember, vaguely,
That long ago, someone used to call me ‘Angel’.
But as I spread my arms
I realise
That my wings are broken.

And I fall.

[The Flying Mouse]

Trust.

I come home leaving behind a hostile world.
I hang my blooded sword on the rusty nail behind the door.
I allow myself to drift into sleep in you're presence.
And trust you not to slit my throat in sleep.

[Bren]

Nice poem Wild Honey :D

and Mousie, nice to see you posting here :D


Bren

[Wild_Honey]

Trust.

I come home leaving behind a hostile world.
I hang my blooded sword on the rusty nail behind the door.
I allow myself to drift into sleep in you're presence.
And trust you not to slit my throat in sleep.

Aw nice one, Mousie! :D

[Wild_Honey]

HOME

My home is in your heart.
Where would I go,
And what would I do,
If you someday locked the door?

My comfort lies in your arms.
Tell me, would I break
And would I cry all day
If you didn’t hold me any more?

My happiness is your smile.
I wonder, would I be sad
And without a laughter
If you didn’t smile at me any more?

My life is in your hands.
And it would be useless
And so empty
If you dropped me...

[Bren]

Beautiful poem Wild Honey, specially like last verse

Bren

[Wild_Honey]

Thank you Bren. :D

[Rob The Badger]

Hello. I'm back.
Lot of activity here lately, good to see it. WH's recent postings are among her best. Well done.


Here's something a little more lighthearted than my usual stuff:

A perfect evening spoiled
Eloquence escapes me tonight
Yet in spite of all the shame
You're calling out my name
In a window-washer, wishy washy way

Turn the ocean hue
Tangled up in blue
The moon arises high
Above the city

A power found in Love
We walk off hand in glove
And the singers feed the ducks
In Bath.

[Tim]

Nice poems again. Very good.

[Bren]

Stone

The silence
hangs heavy
as stone.
No words of comfort
slice the atmosphere.
No touch, no look,
no smile,
only a brittle silence
that tears and divides.
The gulf made greater
by hurt feelings.
Words
remain unsaid.
Feelings slide
inward.
Tears held back.
Thoughts in turmoil
running through my head.
The atmosphere
as brittle as glass
cuts like a knife
in to the heart.
Cold fingers of hopelessness
curl round my heart
Feeling
utterly alone.
Why can't you see
i am not made
of stone?
Thoughts now
in confusion fly
needing solitude
and a place to hide.
Needing to have
the freedom to cry
Needing a friend
yet needing to be alone
As all my tomorrow's
turn colder
than stone.

[Tim]

A totally different poem bren then your last one, but also a beauty. My god... we have some great righters here on the site. I wish i could write so beautifull.....

Thanks,,... cause i love them all.

[Rob The Badger]

Bren. That was just RAW. Well done. . .It's very good.

Here's an offering. . .

WARNING
Please do not read this poem if you are easily offended by references to deviant sexual activity. Sorry to be a downer but people flamed me for posting this on another forum. This is a poem that I find very close to me, the subject matter is quite garing, and if you get it, please note that by no means do I engage in or condone the activities herein. Thank you.

I am now, tomorrow
and always will be
waiting for you
below the sea

"Give us this day our daily bread"
Shot to death
in the future head

I was never
And never will be
Fighting for, our love
For me

"Give us the ring and I will wed"
Hail To The Chief. . .
and on he led

So soon you see
We cannot be
Buried
Deep
Below the sea

"Giving me head on the unmade bed"
Shot to death
And there he bled

Led in bed
She turned and said
"Have the fishes all been fed"
I said:
"Tho talkest passing strange, sire"
And she just smiled and . . .

Turned away by my mothers hand
I knew it was wrong oh,
I know it's wrong
But it seemed so right
At the time

Enveloped by my sisters hand,
Oh she cares for me, you see

But as I led on the unmade bed
I was shot to death in the future head.

[dottie]

Wonderful work Eyeore, and everyone else who posts on here

[Bren]

Thanks Tim,
Thanks Eyeore
:D

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Here comes the Lord
All dressed in black
The question that he asks
Oh I really don’t know
And I really don’t care
But it seems they do

Oh!
Spin the doctor!
spin the doctor!

Sign of the times
sign of the times
”Oh it’s too hard!
I resign. . .”

Death for no reason
That’s murder sire!
And you’ll know it
Soon enough. . .

Leading man up on the plate
Oh,
After a while
He’s likely to grate. . .
And I won’t vote for him. . .
The lying ~~~~~~~. . .

[Em]

I've enjoyed reading the last few pages of this topic. Thanks Bren, Wild Honey and Eyeore. Nice poems, particularly like Stone.

[Bren]

Many thanks EM :D
Bit different this time..

In love songs
to show the depth
of someone's love,
They swear to climb high mountains
or even them remove.
To swim the deepest oceans
To cross the raging flood.
and swear to walk through fire
as proof of their love.
But,
all the proof you need
of mine
is there in my eyes
just look.
It would not mean
i loved you more
if i took
the moon and stars
from the sky.
I cannot swear to you
that i
would any of these do,
much as i love you.
I couldn't climb the highest mountain
or cross the desert plain.
But then again...
i know
that should the need arise
i'd lay down my life for you
and never think twice.



Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Thanx EM.

Bren, I notice your recent offerings have been quite a lot more blunt than your others. I like them.

The stars are falling out of the sky
It seems that I'm living some terrible lie
And I once had a dream
that sombody loved me. . .
(I never really woke up)

The funny thing is. . .
Well, it's not that funny actually. . .

I'd been taught how to dance
And a flickering glance
Was all the sign I needed

So we gave it a go
Through the high
(and the low)

But you never really showed it to me,
did you?

So now there's a real
lack of spice in my life
But I'm alright, mother
I'm a big boy now. . .

Oh, but that can't be true,
'Cos big boys don't cry
I dunno. . .

Oh, you delicate
china doll
at least we tried. . .

I tried my best
And I'd like a gold star
for my efforts. . .

Oh, but that won't ever happen. . .

[heat]

I've never posted on this topic before, but i just wanted to post a poem that's very close to my heart. I find this one always brings me strength and reassurance. Hope you like it.


When Tomorrow Starts Without Me.


When tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes, all filled with tears for me,
I wish so much you wouldn't cry, the way you did today,
While thinking of the many things we didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me, as much as I love you,
And each time that you think of me, I know you miss me too.
But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name, and took me by the hand.
And said my place was ready, in heaven, far above,
And that I had to leave behind all those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye,
For my life had not long started, and I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for, so much to learn and do,
It seemed almost impossible, that I was leaving you.
I thought of all the times to come, the good one's and the bad,
I thought of all the love we'd share, it made me feel so sad.
If I could spend just one day, or even a little while,
I'd tell you how I love you, and I'd show you my big smile.
But then I fully realised, that this could never be,
For emptiness and memories would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven's gates, I felt so much at home,
When God looked down and smiled at me, upon his golden throne.
'This is eternity' He said, 'and all I've promised you,
Today for life on earth is passed, but here it starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last,
And since each day's the same day, there's no longing for the past.
My child, you were so special, I had to set you free,
So won't you take my loving hand, and share my life with me?'
So when tomorrow starts without me Mummy, don't think we're far apart,
For every time you think of me, I'm right here, in your heart.

[Bren]

Bren, I notice your recent offerings have been quite a lot more blunt than your others. I like them.



Thanks Eyeore
it depends what mood i'm in when i write them...the more unhappy/depressed i am the more, as you put it, "blunt" they are.The recent offerings, have been written recently. Some of the others i've posted were written several years ago.

Like the poem,Eyeore

Hello Heat nice to see you visiting here

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Cool, nice to see you Heat. Good words.

Another (I'm writing all these at the time of posting)

The band I'm writing for made me their lead singer when I wrote them this. :) So yay! In a rock band.
It's from an album we're recording called "Mediocre Cigarette Smoker", enjoy!


Seasons are no good to me
Because they're all the same
With different names
Nothing changes
not even me

Different places
But they all look much the same
The terraced house
The black cemetary
Where yellow roses grow

I was looking for
A different life
(A supreme loss of tact)
But all I got was my own
Re-packaged
With a bonus track

(Oh. . . and a sticker)

Regurgitated
Reverberated
Is all it is to me. . .
But it was so much to him

On on on on
on the ferris wheel we go
on on on on

Speak and spell speak and spell
Oh

The hilly hills are green
The wishy water's blue
There's a gap of white
'Tween the floorboards and the sky

Oh. . .

Speak . . .

[meshurp]

greetings people, Eyeore your song is really pretty, the last verse in particular is very beautifully crafted! I wish i had your skill.

Wild Honey your resent poems are really moving, they make you think.


Keeper of our lives

No matter how the world
May turn about you
Nor strange things
Pass you by
You sit
You think
Your eyes are full of sadness
As you contemplate
Our lives
You see all we are
Not we think we see
When mirrored
In anothers eyes we look
And you feel pain

Your pensive gaze
Never wavers
Your head upon our hands
You see our flaws
For flawed we are
We spread upon the Earth
Warping nature
Destroying all we cannot have
Just to find a way
To mend who we are

You see this
And you weep
You weep to ease the pain
We do not know we feel
For you are the keeper of our lies

Mee

[Rob The Badger]

Thanx :D Meshurp. I'm nowhere near skilled in the conventional sense, say like Bren. I tend to use very simple language in a (hopefully) complex way. I try to say things people know, but just don't think to say. I hope this is conveyed.
The last verse is intended to show the view of the world though a child's eyes i.e. In a child's painting, water is blue, grass is bright green, and there's a gap between the ground an the sky. I just used floorboards because I prefer the brown and white image to the green and white one. It seems less bleak to me.
The whole poem is about song is about the loss of that feeling of wonder we experience, so the last verse acts as a longing to get it back.
I like your poem as well. Spoke to me, I particularly like the line "We do not know we feel". Very nice. :)
Sorry to rant on. So I might as well post a quickie:

I am the ugliest man alive
And I hurt, I hurt deep down inside
I hate the world and all things in it
But most of all I hate myself

So there!
I told you
I'm not fine
I'm worse
Much worse
And worst of all
I don't want to know. . .

[dottie]

Oh Heat, that is a very profound piece of verse, so sad, I could feel every word of it, do you know where it originates from?

[Rob The Badger]

Dottie, When Tomorrow Starts Without Me was written by David M. Romano. Though I believe the line with Mummy in, is an edit in Heat's version.

[heat]

Dottie, When Tomorrow Starts Without Me was written by David M. Romano. Though I believe the line with Mummy in, is an edit in Heat's version.

Thanks Eyeore, I actually had no idea at all where it came from, a friend of mine emailed it to me.

[Bren]

I was looking for
A different life
(A supreme loss of tact)
But all I got was my own
Re-packaged
With a bonus track

The hilly hills are green
The wishy water's blue
There's a gap of white
'Tween the floorboards and the sky

.
.[/i]


Love this one Eyeore, particularly the two verses i quoted above.I love that last verse, agree with Meshurp on that."There's a gap of white 'tween the floorboards and the sky"love that line....just brilliant Eyeore.Keep writing them, because i really enjoy reading them :D

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Thank you Bren. It's much appreciated. :D

[Rob The Badger]

You've killed me
Oh, it must be nigh on
Twenty times now
You've loved me
(Or said you have)
Nigh on never

Will you ever. . .?
No, stupid question. . .

I've loved you
God. . .
Oh I love you with all I have
I'll run
But it grabs me back every time
You grab me back every time
(And you don't even know it)

I long to tell you how much I love you
But you've heard it all before
And it doesn't mean all that it used to

Why am I so naive to think
That you of all people
Could bare to look at me
The way I look at you
(Or you look at him)
Ever again. . .?

And you know I cry myself to sleep
Every night. . .
Oh you know, I die in my sleep
Every night of the week. . .
Oh. .

[Wild_Honey]

...Awesome and great works again, guys. And Eyeore, your latter one touched my heart deeply, as it's something all too familiar for me... Thank you for sharing it!

[Rob The Badger]

Thank you WH. It's a very personal, a very real poem for me at the moment. So, I needed a vent I guess.

[Em]

Enjoy reading your contributions Eyeore......the last two have been very good...hope you keep on posting here. Feel i ought to contribute but am not in the right frame of mind to write anything at present..... but I do enjoy reading this topic.

[Rob The Badger]

I said something wrong again
So they grabbed my hands
Snapped them behind my back
A sheet of butchered facts
Is all they have against me

My cotton thread arms
Are hung limp on a cross
The blood from my veins
Well, it's no real loss. . .

But it's only a metaphor dear. . .

Everything I say;
Well you can't be listening can you?

I've tripped and stumbled
But I haven't fallen yet
And I'll be damned if I go down
Without blood on my hands
And I'll be damned if I'll let you do the talking

And with all your talk, they'll never care
They still put a match in Joan Of Arc's hair. . .

P.S. Thanks EM, hope this was as good as the last two. :D And please post something, I'd love to read it.

[Bren]

Great Eyeore, and the previous poem was so full of feeling...so sad

Bren

[dottie]

Eyeore - You bring the words to life.... thank you

[Rob The Badger]

Dottie, that was a really nice compliment. :) Thank you too Bren.
I'll post something I write today later, I can't find it just yet. lol.

[Rob The Badger]

Two today, aren't you lucky. . . :lol:

All this life is clogging my veins
The sky seems black and scarred
And just like, the old city lanes
The hum of rust and clogged drains
Is causing my ears to bleed

I ran the length of England
From sea to whining sea
And the girls who live in Finland
Mean so much more to me

Red brick
Burned wick
Dog's lick
Bones under the table
(Then you kick it when it falls down)

I swam the ocean
(or the local swimming pool)
And It was more evil
Than I ever could've imagined

And still
I see the golden country
And long to lie there
But. . .
I'll never walk again


Dance

You asked for a lot
I gave it a shot
But I never wanted much from you

I never asked for money
Or for you to treat me right
I only ever wanted to dance with you

You left me alone
We split on the phone
And you never gave me a chance to heal

I never asked for love
Or for you to sleep with me
I only ever wanted to dance with you

So now it's the knife
That'll put an end to my life
And I'll probably never see you again

I never asked for anything
Because I never wanted anything
I just wanted, only once, to dance with you

[Wild_Honey]

:cry: :cry: :cry: I really love your poems, Eyeore.

[Rob The Badger]

It really means a lot that you guys like these poems. Thanks for the support. So, for you people, an Exclusive. This is a lyric from our album (M.C.S.).
This one's for you guys:

Shine on the light
On the day of the dawn
On, on, on
On, on, on
Oh. . .
Speak to me
Will we ever grow up?
No, this is all we'll ever get
Turn on your side and say:
"Burn me to the ground
I don't want to face the world
Anymore!"

"But you live the life an angel every day
Why the tears every night?"

Oh. . .
Oh, oh lalala

By the light of the moon
I will sing you every song
That's ever been written and ever will
So turns your ears to me
And I'll whisper in your ear
Things you never thought I could say

Shine on the light of the dawn everyday!
SUNRISE TURNS THE TEARDROPS GOLD!
OH NANANA!

[Rob The Badger]

If I were a better man
I'd call it quits now
But I'm not
I am weak
And meek
And I shall inherit the world

I'm poor
So give us your money!
I won't keep it myself
I swear
I'm sure I'd feel more fulfilled
Giving it away on a stupidly large cheque
To some old child or other. . .

I'll buy an island
Somewhere in the pacific
Somewhere near Fiji
to be quite specific

I'll buy a yacht
"You'll buy a what!?"
A yacht, you see
Oh, how dreadfully vulgar. . .

But then you see,
With all my wealth
I'd put my health
Upon the shelf
And life is killing me. . .
Oh. . .

[Rob The Badger]

Bump

[White of High]

I was disappeared in some weeks but at now I'd like to say:

The lines with Joan of Arc are good. But where do you know her hair from? :lol:

[Rob The Badger]

I said her hair because it rhymed! And I thought it was a humerous note to end on.
So, on to another of my little musings (I'll bet you're bored of 'em now huh? 8) :lol: )

Hanging from the gallows tree
Is the broken shape of a memory
Sun sets grey
And fades away
The church bells all toll none
The burning pyre is deathly cold
And you must be looking very old
Tonight. . .

So sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
And I'll dream of you
But you'll never dream of me
You see. . .

I loved you
And you killed me once
So I said:
"Never again
Never again"
But I did. . .
And you broke my legs this time. . .

The nights are getting colder
And I'm growing so much older
And now I'm dead. . .
But you still don't love me. . .
But I do. . .

[dottie]

Never, ever get bored Eyeore reading your poetry :D

[Rob The Badger]

cheers! 8)

[Bren]

So, on to another of my little musings (I'll bet you're bored of 'em now huh? 8) :lol: )



No way Eyeore,love reading them......keep writing them :D

Bren

[Wild_Honey]

So, on to another of my little musings (I'll bet you're bored of 'em now huh? 8) :lol: )



No way Eyeore,love reading them......keep writing them :D

Bren

I completely agree, Bren!!! :D

[Rob The Badger]

Hey! It's some Godawful poem I wrote last week, found it in my notepad just now, and seeing as I have writers block I thought I'd post this poorly expressed social commentary. Enjoy! :D
MAUDLIN GARDENS

Outside the old house
With the window;
The one with the wooden boards
It cannot shield the view of raging hordes
Of children with blood in their eyes
Who taunt the girls of virgin cries
In the rain soaked glowing awe
At the gates of Maudlin Gardens

All the music in the world
Cannot save the lonely ghouls
Who burn the flags and skip the schools
But it doesn't matter,
Because they'll die soon enough
Just for being so bloody rough
And then their mothers will wonder why
And they might just cry
(But I doubt it)

Sycophantic lacky's cry
"Murder 'im!"
And he does. . .
And the hills are alive with evil cries
As the blood is spilt
In the flowerbed of Maudlin Gardens

[dottie]

Oh! Eyeore I just love Maudlin Gardens, I'm reading Vampires into it :twisted: I've probably got it all wrong, but still :!:

[Rob The Badger]

Vampires eh? Not the original intention but when it comes to it it's open to interpretation. :)

[Rob The Badger]

Please. Someone else post a poem. It's turning itnto Eyeore's poetry corner! :P

[dottie]

My interpretation 'It cannot shield the view of raging hordes
of children with blood in their eyes.
Who taunt the girls of virgin cries'
'Cannot save the lonely ghouls '
'The hills are alive with evil cries
as blood is spilt'

or maybe just plain old 'mob rule'

I always find it interesting to interpret poems, I look at things in a total illogical way sometimes. But eyeore I love to read your poems, I think you are very talented :)

[Rob The Badger]

Can't help it. Inspiration hits and I have to write something.
And now for something completely different.


Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss,
The morning dew
I don't wish this
On any of you

So don't work here
You get paid that much anyway

Miss, miss, miss, miss
I missed again
This, this, this, this
This law is broken

Tie me to a rock
And throw me overboard.

[dottie]

Eyeore this is your corner - too rightly so..............

[The Archangel Gabriel]

Eyeore wouldst thou mind if this angel decended upon your corner?
here is a quiet musing of mine

Faded Wings

The last angel
Folds his faded wings
There is nothing left on earth
He cannot sing

He bows his head
His world lies bleak and crumbling
Our faith has faded
Flown away by the winds
That whistle passed our eyes

Man follows man
Humanity has no hands
Dull leaves falling fly
Like the pieces of our lives

The angels voice has gone
Hopes gentle tune ne'er to rain
Peace upon our lives

His wings brush silvered dust
That litters the corridors of our mind
He knows our ways
He knows despair

We turn to face the world
Thinking man is mighty
He turns his back
And slowly fades away
As our hearts lie blind

Gabriel

[Rob The Badger]

That's a very nice poem there Gabriel. I like that one quite a lot! More poetic than mine :oops: . Anyway, may I hazard a guess that it's about loss of faith? (of humanity) rather than a tale?

[dottie]

Well Gabriel looks like your out of a job after reading your poem, but seriously a very commendable effort

[meshurp]

Eyeore it may be your corner but it is a beautiful place.
Gabriel your poem is full of feeling.


this is one of two poems that i have written that actually rhyme.

Dragon

No matter what the feeling
Deep down in our hearts

A dragon lies slumbering
Waiting in the dark

In a pool of malice
Wallowing in our fears

Cruel and unforgiving
Its ugly head it rears

A tiny spark of hatred
Is gleeming in its eye

Stirring up our pain
Lighting fire that will not die

Into a rage of fury
Bursting forth in flames

Tearing out our heart strings
Burning in our veins

Its thirst for power endless
It bends us to its will

We are but slaves
Its wishes we fullfill

Dragons dancing tumbling
Through the sunset sky

Laughing ever taunting
Daring us to fly...

Mee

[Rob The Badger]

Good stuff again from Meshurp. I've always liked your stuff. Very poetic, in the real sense. Something I can't quite master :(

Here's an effort though 8O

I am the Lord of the Flies
I got here because of all the lies
And I'll sentence you to en early grave
Just because of the way you behave

Now who's affraid of the big bad wolf?
I know I am
So who stands up to the big bad wolf?
Sam (I think it was. . . )

These are but contemptable lies
You're all a bunch of scrawny flies!
And as much as you scratch and itch
You'll end up burning in a ditch
(for your "crimes")

Son, you'll never be King
But you may make paperclips someday. . . .


P.S. Wasn't very poetic was it?
lol

[meshurp]

Thank you Eyeore!

Your poems are poetic in the real sense not mine, you write poems about things yet you put feeling and meaning in to them. you make people think, you capture a thought and all that comes with that, make it beautifull and share it with the world.

now this is something i cannot master and i envy you, i write because i need to put down what im feeling thats not proper poetry. so thank you for liking what i say, but you are the true poet and i admire you work greatly and will say as i have on many occations i can only wish i had you talent. so thank you for letting me read you poetry!!

[Rob The Badger]

Meshurp, I'm honoured. Maybe Im just one of those overly modest people who don't think they're any good. Oh well. And I think that poetry is about writing how you feel as much as it is about anything else.

I try to write about people, not myself. I try to write, as I've said before, in really simple language, but make it interesting; this must work if you all like my stuff so much. I think this comes from my English literature classes, when the teacher would, in my view, over-analyse poetry. So I tried to make my poetry as easy as possible to understand, this also limits the chances of misinterpretation, but leaves room for personal relevence. Well, that's what I hope for. Glad you enjoy them, and thanks for the support.

Here's another.

There are a few people in the world
Who I'd never want to harm
I'd never think of pricking their finger
Or breaking their nose
And I'll hold them always
In my hand
In my heart
It really doesn't matter
As long as they're near me

Whether friends or lovers,
Sisters or brothers
I'll love them all
And I'll try to love them better
Each and every day
In my own special way

But you;
You're different
I'll love you forever
And another lifetime after
You're there
That's all you are
I'd never even touch you
Because it'd hurt you so
(But it doesn't mean
I don't want to touch you)
But I love you.
I love you.
And then,
You know what?
I love you more.

[Wild_Honey]

Guys, guess we could just agree on the fact that you ALL write great poetry!? :D :D :D

[Rob The Badger]

Sounds ok to me! :D

[Bren]

Love the latest poem Eyeore...beautiful

Hello Gabriel, i liked your poem too, hope you will be posting here again


Bren

[Rob The Badger]

:D Thanks again Bren!

[Wild_Honey]

Glorious World / Answer to Adrian Mitchell


You can find it in every city’s slums
But it very seldom to the rich ones comes
Poverty
I hate that stuff

Many children have to deal with it
Many people steal because of it
Hunger
I hate that stuff

We humans can’t get rid of them
I wish we could just spit on them
Diseases
I hate that stuff

The homeless freeze to death because of it
The others do not take a breath of all of it
Cold
I hate that stuff

Youngsters use them in the streets
Young boys can get them as easily as sweets
Weapons
I hate that stuff

They are cried for hope, they are cried in vain
But they may help to cope with all the pain
Tears
I hate that stuff

People suffer and get killed in it
Blood of innocents is spilled in it
War
I hate that stuff.

Hope often doesn’t seem to work with them
Something mostly seems to lurk in them
Prayers
I hate that stuff

It is a mess, it is a bore.
It’s nothing less and nothing more.
Life
I hate that stuff

Children get killed
Innocents die
Blood is spilled
And mothers cry
Well I hate that stuff
Oh, how I hate that stuff
The earth
Consists of gravestones
And I hate that stuff.

[Rob The Badger]

I like. And a good choice to work on.

[Rob The Badger]

Hey! I'm depressed again, what fun. . .

Hang me
Hang me from the highest tree
So that all the onlookers can see
That I'm dead
There's a hole in my head
"She shot me!"
My limp body cries
And the lies. . .
Oh God the lies. . .

String me up
Slit my throat
I won't mind
It's an end
To a perfectly boring story

I know we're only here
To make a buck
But the luck
I've had
Well I'd rather die
To be quite honest. . .

[Rob The Badger]

bump

[Bren]

such a sad poem Eyeore,so much unhappiness.

on a lighter note, an Autumn poem, and rare for me, it is a happy poem.

Words cannot express
nor picture paint
the thoughts that are in me.
Heart cannot hold
nor mind explain
my joy in all i see.

Sing me the morning
sunlight dancing
through wind-t ossed trees.
Sing me the Autumn
leaves falling.
Sunlight on trees
turns all to a one-light
And fragments of sunbeams
as yellow leaves
dance to obscurity
and dew-damp decay.
But
My thoughts fly high
in that far blue
on wind-t ossed golden rain
that spirals down
to rise
and fall
and rise again....

And my thoughts fly to greater things than these
and through them all
there tumbles Autumn leaves.

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

Wow Bren, that is happy! :P Good too. . .
Here's something soppy (it awful, read it, you'll see, it really is that bad)

I want to know
All there is to know
I want to live
A life worth living

I want to dance on moonbeams
I want to sing lullaby's
To the tender loving couples
I want to skate on the lakes of forever

And when it's over
When my time comes
I would like
If you'd let me
To lie still
In the beating tomb
Of your 'heart'. . .

[Rob The Badger]

okay. . .

[Bren]

sorry Eyeore, brains not working , i hit quote , instead of edit :oops:

Bren

[mariella]

Meshurp, I'm honoured. Maybe Im just one of those overly modest people who don't think they're any good. Oh well. And I think that poetry is about writing how you feel as much as it is about anything else.

I try to write about people, not myself. I try to write, as I've said before, in really simple language, but make it interesting; this must work if you all like my stuff so much. I think this comes from my English literature classes, when the teacher would, in my view, over-analyse poetry. So I tried to make my poetry as easy as possible to understand, this also limits the chances of misinterpretation, but leaves room for personal relevence. Well, that's what I hope for. Glad you enjoy them, and thanks for the support.

Here's another.

There are a few people in the world
Who I'd never want to harm
I'd never think of pricking their finger
Or breaking their nose
And I'll hold them always
In my hand
In my heart
It really doesn't matter
As long as they're near me

Whether friends or lovers,
Sisters or brothers
I'll love them all
And I'll try to love them better
Each and every day
In my own special way

But you;
You're different
I'll love you forever
And another lifetime after
You're there
That's all you are
I'd never even touch you
Because it'd hurt you so
(But it doesn't mean
I don't want to touch you)
But I love you.
I love you.
And then,
You know what?
I love you more.
Thank you, Eyeore (Bren, and everyone else in this great thread, I only 'just' found!).

You have brightened my day!

xxx

Mariella

[Bren]

Thankyou Mariella :D

another seasonal one

To Autumn
Autumn
What makes you fade?
Gone now
your lovely leafy days
of beauty blazing.
When you were at your height
no fire man built
could set alight
the colours that you burned.
Why now the season has turned
do your last leaves
cringe and cling to Winter's trees
like last coals glowing
in the ashes of a dying fire?

Bren

[mariella]

Thank you, Bren! You know, I do know 'the feelings' just don't have the ability to put them into words, please don't stop doing this...it is very much appriciated!

xxx

Mariella

[Rob The Badger]

Ah, this is turning into a cult thread it seems. . .
Ladies and gentlemen, MY EPIC:

The Sixteen Year Dream

"This is the night that I'll sleep,
And I'll dream a fantastical dream
Where everything is'nt as it seems,
And I won't wake up for sixteen years"

I dare to dream, do you?
I dare to see the most wond'rous things. . .
I dream of strings and cotton rings
And I'll take you with me if you like. . .

The moon shines yellow. . .
And the sky a magnificent blue. . .
By the light of the moon,
And the stars' golden hue,
I'll fly. . .
To a place better than here. . .

I'll fly in a plane
To the night kitchen
Where the mad bakers scream
"I'll have him for a pie, I will!"

I'll drive in a car
To the twilight mountains
Where the red rabbits dream
"Oh what a wonderful sky"
They say that and I know why. . .

I dare to dream, do you?
I dare to see the most wond'rous things. . .
I dream of strings and cotton rings
And I'll take you with me if you like. . .

And the child within
Creates such a din
That you let him out for a while. . .
And he plays
In futile ways
But it's a joy to see him
Enjoying life again. . .

The sky is purple,
There's stars in her eyes,
And they shine like the diamond that she is,
The whole world is glowing,
There's a sunbeam in her smile,
And she shines like the diamond that she is,

And she'll dream forever with me. . .

Oh, the wonders!
My, the sights!
Oh, the thunder!
My, the lights!

And then I rise from the dream
Some sixteen years later
And the bedroom's so cold
And I'll never dream again. . .

[Bren]

I like it a lot Eyeore, wonderful :D
love the imagery

Bren

[mariella]

I like it a lot Eyeore, wonderful :D
love the imagery

Bren

Me too, Bren, have had a lovely evening at off topic! You guys are true artists! What can I say, except these poems 'touched my soul' , thank you!

xxx

Mariella

[Rob The Badger]

Thank you Bren, I am particularly fond of that one. But that's probably because I managed to fit in a reference to Maurice Sendak's wonderful childrens book, "In The Night Kitchen". If you haven't read it, I suggest you do, it's wonderful.

Edit: Thank you too Mariella!

[meshurp]

Eyeore i have one thing to say to you...aaahhhhhhhh your poems have taken a really emotional and moving angle that i find really powerful!

What will you do?

What will you do when
The moon day comes
And the earth turns in to the sun?

What will you do
If the lilac blooms
Crocus blossoms?

And eagle fish
All swim like possums?

What will you do
When oceans of land
Fall free from the sky

What will you do
When the end is nigh
And the beginning begun?

We will switch round the world
And stand on our hearts...

Mee

[Rob The Badger]

Eyeore i have one thing to say to you...aaahhhhhhhh your poems have taken a really emotional and moving angle that i find really powerful!


I'm touched, truly. I'm not used to this kind of praise. . .
I really liked your poem, the last verse particularly stuck out as an interesting image. I really thought it was a very pretty piece indeed. Great imagery throughout.

And before I go to bed, one more:

Caramel hills
Dutch windmills
And a silhouette
A white silhouette
And a cloud.
Sure. . .
Dirty roads
Dull abodes
And a body
A red body
And a knife.

[White of High]

Yes, Eyeore! It's very good! Good illusion, good dreaming. Impressive! Find a lot magical words and there is an epic!

[Rob The Badger]

:D I feel like a spoiled child.

[The Flying Mouse]

The end is nigh

Once I knew what happiness was.
Once I looked to tomorrow.
Once I was filled with the joy of the world.
But now my heart knows nothing but sorrow.

Once my heart was warm with content.
But the warm of content has now froze.
Why is it you ask,such unhappiness?
The Mouse has got a blocked stuffy nose :(

I've got a cold coming on so i'm off to bed to die :cry: .
Tell the fat lady she's on stage in 5 mins :lol:

[RSG]

Home Home Home
How will I get home
Ah, I'll write a poem
I'll then read my poem
And it should take me home.
..........................right? :roll:


- Anthony Eatman

Give a man a fish,
he'll eat for a day.
Teach man to fish,
he'll eat forever!

- Forget who wrote this, but makes sence.

[Rob The Badger]

riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. . .good stuff.

[Bren]

:lol: Nice one Mousie


Bren