How about a Poetry Thread?

[prr2freya]

Any Wrecked & Bonkers out there want to share their poetry or just like reading other people's momentary expressions into the human psyche?

eh? ... eeehh??

What better place to do this. If it has already been done.. well... I haven't seen one yet so let's play!

Ok. I'll go first... and then someone else share a poem... if no one else shares a poem I'll just let the thread die. If other people share poems I'll keep sharing to bump the thread. Ok, here's an older one:

Inner Vision

Sometimes we all feel lost.
Lead by our inner vision, with blindness.
Narrow in our seeming vastness.
Inner sight can shadow outer seeing.

Slight feelings of sorrow can begin
The cycle of darkness that comes and goes
By the tide of the sea of human emotion.
And our inner vision responds.


From intimate sorrow to outer chaos.
They emerge in response to our hearts.
Our inner vision then makes us wonder..
Why bother? Why bother at all?


Slight feelings of questing can begin
The cycle of hope that comes and goes
By the tide of the sea of human emotion.
And our inner vision responds.


From intimate feelings to outer understanding.
Truth emerges in response to our hearts.
Our inner vision then opens to the universe;
Because it is everything. And/or nothing at all.


Slight feelings of fullness can begin
The cycle of “Being All” that comes and goes
By the tide of the sea of human emotion.
And our inner vision responds.
~Freya (4/3/2003)

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Anybody else?? Any subject will do

... emo... happy... nostalgic, creeeeeeepy.... !!? I'll show you mine if you show me yours

 

[Grandma Cas]

Great idea Freya, loved your poem. Here's one of mine.

The Waiting Game​

Survivors pain is never seen
while we play our waiting game
It’s locked inside denied a voice
as it twists and turns and maims​

Two steps forward one step back
is how we play our waiting game
Longing to walk in peace and love
with the fear and anger tamed​

The scars run deep the healings hard
when we play our waiting game
We fight our battle from darkness to light
till the way ahead is plain​

We don’t need to forgive them
while we play our waiting game
We just need some loving care
as we travel through our pain​

The wheels of time grind slowly
while we play our waiting game
As fear dies, we learn to live our life
and gently find ourselves again​

© Carol Wills 1992​

 

[prr2freya]

That was very nice.. Thank you soooo much for sharing! I like how the positive is played at the end.. I like to do that as well. Poetry can be so healing just in the act of expressing...

I have some with similar thoughts... Let's see here... what to choose... It's hard to choose to be able to follow with what you had~_*.. Lot's of poetry about surviving for sure.

If life is just a masquerade to bare
Facade so thin it’s barely there
Why feel the flames of sunshine’s grace
Or fall into a lover’s warm embrace


Why frequent places bringing joy
If abundant pleasure begins to cloy
When looking on through somber eyes
A life much lived through darkened skies

Why have faith in spirited dreams
All frayed and tattered at the seams
When past and present have no thrill
When life’s a swallowed bitter pill


Though pounding rhythm beats thy chest
Night brings the wayward heart to rest
It aches not from daylight’s insecurities
But from the touch of mortal surety


In the darkness there is a knowing
In velvet touch life’s river flowing
Without a moment’s hesitation
Fraught with ardent aspiration


Give ear to heart song’s words intently
Use sleep’s embrace to guide you gently
There is a beauty in life’s ugliness
If you desire to persist



~Freya Moon (10/18/07)​

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I am so glad someone responded! I hope others share too.. Or just give feedback to those who do Love poems... slightly naughty poems... creepy , weird.. limericks .... haikus you have done... anything!

 

[Grandma Cas]

Freya, thank you, for your lovely comments on my poem & yes I think we all have a survivors poem inside us. I guess don't really consider myself a poet, however, I do like to write & I have created a lot of name poems for family & friends.

Your poetry is amazing so full of meaningful insight & I couldn’t help but notice you said ‘what to choose’ which I take to mean you are a long time poet & have written quite a few... so thank you for sharing too. I’ll have to dig around & find some more I’ve done.

Before I came on here tonight, I was watching a TV programme about children reciting poetry in a competition. It was so nice to see them reciting some of the old favourites I learnt as a child like ‘The Listener’ by Walter De la Mare & ‘Sea Fever’ by John Masefield, boy did they take me back, I got all nostalgic for my school days... which reminds me... I wrote this about my grandma...

GRANDMA​

Why do we only get Grandma’s
when they’re getting old,
Grandma’s give big cuddles,
and never, never scold.​

They have more time to listen,
and they know it isn’t fair,
That Mummy has to work today,
not take you to the fayre.​

Grandma’s keep your secrets,
you can tell them anything,
Like when your best friend hates you,
and how it really stings.​

You can talk about your first love,
and what’s inside your heart,
Because they have more time to listen,
and they’re truly very smart.​

Grandma’s always praise you,
and love the things you do,
They know you always do your best,
and that you love them too.​

I’m going to keep my grandma,
with me till I’m old and grey,
I have such fun with grandma,
when she comes to stay.
© Carol Wills 1998​

 

[prr2freya]

Awwww! What a lovely poem about grandmothers ~_*

Ok.. here is a short one that is in the shape of a lantern (sort of) Looks more like a chess pawn.. I'm weird.. I like shapes sometimes from words. lol

love is
the beautiful
ache of frustration
without any expectation
as you’re staring into eyes
that make your head buzz
while at the same time
being blessed by
the feeling
of a voice
so familiar
it can lift you
for a moment
illuminating darkness
of a slowly rotting heart
gaining a sense of comfort
just knowing they are there ​

~Freya Moon
(April 2007)

 

[Mary Kay]

You asked for it!
There once was a marlboro man
He threw his butts in the can
Now he's totally clean
Vaping on a P.V. in green
But his billboard career's on the lam.

 

[prr2freya]

You asked for it!
There once was a marlboro man
He threw his butts in the can
Now he's totally clean
Vaping on a P.V. in green
But his billboard career's on the lam.

hahahaha!!!

yays!

 

[Siobhan]

Love that one Cas....reminded me that I'm still very fortunate to have my Nana...she's almost 99. I spent a lot of time with her as a child as my mother was quite ill.

Here's a bit that I wrote for her...

Teatime

Phonics and misdrawn sixes
Flitter over checkered tiling
Suspended on the scent
Of that day’ s bake
Small things in the eyes of a frantic world
Small things caught up in teacups
Teacups warmed by conversation
China painted with bone strong violets
Teacups from which to guide the future
Augured upon shapes of the past
Teacups to fill inexhaustible tides
Sip by sip
I have been given
The most important parts of my life
Over kitchen tables and tea

 

[Grandma Cas]

Love that one Cas....reminded me that I'm still very fortunate to have my Nana...she's almost 99.

Thanks for the comment Siobhan, I wish I still had my grandma but, seeing as I'm 63 she'd be about 122...lol

 

[prr2freya]

Sip by sip
I have been given
The most important parts of my life
Over kitchen tables and tea

Wow... nicely worded

I no longer have any surviving grandparents. Lost my last one a few years ago when I was 30 I never lived near them, so did not have their presence in my life on a regular basis..

 

[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 ...
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
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[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-f***-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 warning8-o

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 .......ization
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 funeral8-o 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
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YouTube - Ain't it grand to be Blooming well dead pt. 2 by Roy Leslie
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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.