How about a Poetry Thread?

[Cori]

Wow, love all the poetry everyone. Here's one I wrote when my son graduated.

School Days

School days are over
fun you done had
it's downhill from here
but don't be sad

keep your chin up
maybe it won't sag
wrinkles may become fashionable
you can marry and old hag

lose that hair
and get a gut
you can get a dog
and call it mutt

scream at the kids
belch and fart
you're a man now
don't take it to heart

old age and pensions
get a plan
kiss the bosses ass
feel like a man

get with the program
try to get it right
the babies are crying
keeping you up all night

bring home the money
and kiss it goodbye
pay the bills
and then you can cry

dream of the days
of way back when
and wish you could do it
all over again

[Grandma Cas]

Wow, love all the poetry everyone. Here's one I wrote when my son graduated.

School Days

HaHaHa love it... this one I did for my eldest, he's 44 now... yeah... I know... but, I was only 16 when I had him...

So it’s here at last, a landmark day
Your 40th birthday that most wish away
But son, it’s now time to relax and enjoy
To realize the dreams, you had as a boy

Your life begins now, so the pundits all say
You must “kick up your heels” and make preverbal “hay”
You can “let it all hang out”, & reach for your star
Nothing can stop you; you’re sure to go far

You must climb every mountain, sail every sea
For the rest of your life, that’s how it should be
It must be all fun, from this milestone you know
‘Cause there’re people to meet and places to go

I’d just like to say, from someone who’s been there
That your life from now on, must be full of good cheer
Fond memories will build, for odd times you feel down
Then, you can look back, with laughter not frowns

When you reach your goals, and realized your dreams
Don’t sit there all smug, like the cat that got the cream
Remember all the friends you met along the way
And the love ones that are with you, especially today
© Carol Wills 2002

[prr2freya]

hahah Cori.. that is keeping it all in perspective~_* Very nice

Ok.. Here is another one. I wrote this one when my Zen was in the hospital getting his lung transplant. Unfortunately.. it didn't take and we lost him on June 25th 2008. (a big reason I want my lungs healthy... to honor his memory)..

Breathe Deeply

Though pain and suffering
Try to take our hearts down
Hope and faith in something
Can always bring us around
I have faith in you
In the strengths you possess
Until you breathe deeply
My hope will not rest


Just breathe deeply, love
For life is so precious
Take a moment, love
If you’re feeling this restless
If your dreams fall short
Of the fire within you
Just breathe deeply
And you’ll see the way through


Never take for granted
What is right before you
Just breathe deeply
Life is waiting for you

freya (May 6, 2008)

HaHaHa love it... this one I did for my eldest, he's 44 now... yeah... I know... but, I was only 16 when I had him...

Very nice!

[Cori]

I love both of your poems... Post some more please.

Ok here's one more but its kinda out there haha. Bare in mind I was doing a lot of online gaming at the time, I'm not usually this dark and morbid.

Hell Bound

With trees all aglow
In a misty green moonlight
Fog washes over the horizon
Everything still in the night

Out of the shadowy darkness
Arose such a sound
Hair standing on end
From melodies hell bound

Out in the distance
Its eyes fiery red
A beast so frightening
Screams echo from your head

The stench of the unholy
Fills the creepy night
It spreads it prickly wings
Getting ready for its flight

Its head turns slowly
Nose sniffing the putrid air
As it eyes rest upon you
Teeth all a bare

Your heart beats swiftly
Sweat dripping from your face
You back away slowly
As you prepare for the race

You can't seem to move
Legs frozen into place
This beast can't be real
It must be from outer space

Open your eyes
It must be a dream
You open your mouth
To let out a scream

No one to hear you
The panic sets in
Your heart skips a beat
Its a battle you can't win

Wake up Wake up
Everything is red
Wake up Wake up
You're already dead

[Siobhan]

Ok.. another in keeping with prrs death theme. I lost a dear friend and partner a few years back very unexpectedly and suddenly from a brain tumor. He had been my friend for well over a decade but my partner for only 6 months when he passed. I feel ya prr!


Juxtaposition/Change

We found each other
Wandering galleries of great mansions,
Lying prostrate before masterpieces
That we had made of pain.

The come-.......-me coyote chorus
Outside my window
Kept me company some nights.
You were not far,
Your tongue on my bladed heart,
Uncut.

What courage.
I was frightened.
I am grateful.

Risking everything for a moment of truth,
The moment of unfetterment
I salute
With the tattered remnants
Of a previously besieged banner.

My eyes open now,
The dreamer has become the dream.
Flashing otter's teeth in water,
Glimpses of a fox's brush,
The musk of snakes in spring,
It is of these.

We will sit beside the fire,
You and I,
Beat upon skull drums
And with the taste of rich red wine
In our mouths
Toast strange gods.

We went but once to the forest.
There is no time
And my watch won't work anymore.

[prr2freya]

Both previous poems are about darkness or sadness or loss... and both well done! So here is one about losing faith in hope... As we all know... we feel diff things at diff times.. this one is all negative.. just a warning

Put Down your Weapon

Nothing but a delusional invention
Hope is sorrow’s greatest weapon
Blinded once, but now I see
To hope, our greatest tragedy


Nothing but an affliction
A proven bastardization
Accentuating contention
Culled by ambiguous rejection


Mocks in it’s absurdness
Acrid in it’s bareness
Helpless in it’s poisoned grasp
As hope begins it’s painful rasp


Freedom through annihilation
Emotional cauterization
Starve it of tranquility
Relish emotional poverty


All feeling is a weakness
Find comfort in the darkness
The moment hope begins to fly
Is the moment you begin to die


~Freya (2008)

[prr2freya]

Ok.. I have a lot of negative ones as well.. So just for some balance I'll add one more that is sort of naughty... sort of..

Lying on a bed of silk and rose petals
Confederate to the strongest of swords
Ivory scabbard lined with red velvet
Fervent for the reuniting with her lord

Through the dark night of the soul
He emerges to live another day
Seeking shelter in a gentle touch
His heart and mind lead the way


Sword:
Out of blood, sweat, and tears
My steel’s been sainted
By daylight’s burdens
In dullness painted


Scabbard:
Sheath your sword good sir!
Let my velvet surround you
Let me hold you in comfort
Let my touch renew you


Sword:
Little scabbard so gentle
Don’t love me in vain
I fear I might hurt you
I’ve seen too much pain

My blade has grown dull
It’s lost all it’s gleam
I am tired and broken
You know not what I’ve seen


Scabbard:
At night I will enfold you
Caress the dullness away
Let your shine be my beacon
It will show me the way

I am more than ornamental
My heart for you weeps
Let me sharpen life’s passions
Let me hold you as I sleep

In twain sword and scabbard
Never truly separated
United once again
As the new day dawns

~Freya Moon(10/19/07)

[Siobhan]

Really nice alliterative quality to Put Down Your Weapon, prr! Great rhythm

[prr2freya]

Really nice alliterative quality to Put Down Your Weapon, prr! Great rhythm

^Thank you! I have another sort of like that... But I'll save it for another time...

[Letzin Hale]

This might be like bringing my crochet to the knitting circle but I always like to share this piece.
The original was performed by Leslie Sarony in the 1930s and the words are below. However, Sarony and others would often change or add to the lyrics as the mood took them!
The youtube links are to a 2 part performance of the song by Roy Lesley, another music hall artist, and is the rude & extended version that will be played at my funeral not for a while but I like to be prepared.

I must type up the lyrics of this long version.

YouTube - Ain't it grand to be Blooming well dead pt. 1 by Roy Leslie

YouTube - Ain't it grand to be Blooming well dead pt. 2 by Roy Leslie

Lately there's nothing but trouble, grief and strife
There's not much attraction about this bloomin' life
Last night I dreamt I was bloomin' well dead
As I went to the funeral, I bloomin' well said,
Look at the flowers, bloomin' great orchids
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!
And look at the corfin, bloomin' great 'andles
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!

I was so 'appy to think that I'd popped off
I said to a bloke with a nasty, 'acking cough
Look at the black 'earse, bloomin' great 'orses
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!
Look at the bearers, all in their frock coats
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!
And look at their top 'ats, polished with Guinness
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!

Some people there were praying for me soul
I said, "It's the first time I've been off the dole"
Look at the mourners, bloomin' well sozzled
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!
Look at the children, bloomin' excited
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!
Look at the neighbours, bloomin' delighted
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!

"Spend the insurance", I murmered, "For alack,
You know I shan't be with you going back"
Look at the Missus, bloomin' well laughing
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!
Look at me Sister, bloomin new 'at on
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!
And look at mi brother, bloomin' cigar on
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!

We come from clay and we all go back they say
Don't 'eave a brick it may be your Aunty May
Look at me Grandma, bloomin' great haybag
Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!



Alan.