poetry

lordsippa

I remember your bittersweet sorrows
The tears in your words
Your heart was never young.

Dye your hair, refuse to smile
- How far will your rebellion go?
Cut your arms raw!

You say you are but I know you are not
You're not so shallow to be so.
I still think you're beautiful.

But I know you won't listen to me
You're too set in your ways.
I wish I could help you.

lordsippa

It's too warm here
The desert sun sears me.
I long for your cool grey fields
Your herds of free range people.

Born and raised in the concrete jungle
- They'll never tame me!
I'll prowl these mean streets
Hunting under starlight streetlamps.
Pleasure's my prey and I'll have my fill.

I remember the city fondly,
Where I was not the only thing of stone.
It's too warm here.
Thank God I'm coming home.

BEAT

MY WORLD HAS BEEN TURNED UPSIDE DOWN…
THE CONFUSION IS ALL AROUND.

THIS CRAZINESS THAT IS MY LIFE,
I TAKE IT ALL IN STRIFE.

THESE THOUGHTS ARE THERE NOW WHERE NONE WERE THERE BEFORE,
COULD IT BE THAT I LOVE YOU MORE?

OH THE PAIN THAT FILLS MY BEING,
I NOW CONSIDER MY DESTINY IN LEAVING…

LIFE IS TOO BEAUTIFUL AND TOO SHORT,
THERE ISNT ENOUGH TIME FOR THIS LOVE SPORT.

DON’T LET MY WORDS OR MY STARE CHANGE YOUR WORLD IF IT IS YOUR DREAM,
THESE THINGS THAT HAPPEN ARE NOT ALWAYS WHAT THEY SEEM.

I LONGED FOR MANY YEARS, OF A LOVE THAT WOULD NOT BRING ME TO TEARS,
I HOPED AND PRAYED DAY BY DAY.

BUT IF IT ISNT IN THE STARS FOR OUR SOULS TO BE ONE,
THAT IS A CROSS-TO BEAR FOR MANY YEARS…

THE TIME WILL CONTINUE TO PASS WHATEVER OUR DECISIONS MAY BE,
BUT I CAN NOT ASK YOU TO SHARE THIS LIFE WITH ME…

IT’S NOT A QUESTION OF THE MIND BUT AN ACTION OF THE HEART THAT WILL MAKE YOU MINE IN THE END.

BEAT

EHEU FUGACES LABUNTUR ANNI
(ALAS, THE FEELING YEARS SLIP BY)

SITTING IN THE MEADOW, GAZING AT THE CLOUDS
I HEARD A STUMBLE AMONG THE DAFFODILS
I SAT UP AND MUCH TO MY SURPRISE THERE YOU STOOD,
WITH A TEAR IN YOUR EYE.
A STRANGER THAT YOU WERE, I DUCKED BEHIND THE TALL OAK TREE AND YELLED YOUR WAY…HEY YOU THERE, WHY THE TEAR IN YOUR EYE?
SHOCKED, YOUR EYES SEARCHED UP AND DOWN THE TREE WITHOUT TAKING A STEP, AND THEN AT MY SUDDEN APPEARANCE YOU SAID,
WELL I THOUGHT I’D NEVER FIND YOU!
STUNNED AND SPEECHLESS WAS I, AS YOU CONTINUED TO SAY:
I’VE BEEN SEARCHING A LONG WAYS, FOR ALL OF MY DAYS & HERE ON MY LAST HOPE I WAS DRAWN TO THIS MEADOW BY A BUTTERFLY WHO FLEW TO ME ONE DAY AND LANDED ON MY HEART.
WHEN IT DID TAKE FLIGHT I FOLLOWED IT HERE, I STUMBLED TO FIND THAT I LOST THE BUTERFLY TO THE BREEZE, AND YOU SEE I CAUGHT A TEAR IN MY EYE AS I THOUGHT AWAY FLEW MY CHANCE TO FIND TRUE LOVE.IT WAS THEN I HEARD A VOICE SO SWEET COME FROM THAT TREE, AT FIRST WHEN I DID NOT SEE THEE I THOUGHT IT WAS AN ANGEL THAT SPEAKETH TO ME,
NOW THAT I’VE SEEN YOU I KNOW I WAS LED HERE TO YOU WAITING FOR ME.
OH KIND SIR, I WAS BUT FLYING WITH THE CLOUDS HERE IN THE MEADOW, AND FOR NO ONE WAS I WAITING INDEED.
OH MISS, YOU MEAN THAT YOU WERE NOT WAITING FOR LOVE TO FIND YOU? I BEG TO DIFFER, YOU SEE I WAS LEAD HERE TO YOU AND TO YOU I WILL PROFESS MY LOVE.
DEAR, I’VE WALKED MANY MILES AND WISHED ON EVERY STAR, I’VE PRAYED EVERY PRAYER AND SANG EVERY LOVE SONG.
FINALLY I WAS SENT ON MY WAY, I KNEW I WOULD FIND YOU SOON AND SO FRANTICALLY I CHASED THAT BUTTERFLY, IT WAS NO COINSIDENCE THAT BUTTERFLY LANDED ON MY HEART, FOR I WAS PRAYING AT THAT MOMENT FOR A MESSANGER TO BRING ME HERE TO YOU.
EVERYONE IS WAITING FOR LOVE TO FIND THEM, I COULD WAIT NO LONGER…YOU SEE THE YEARS ARE PASSING BY SO I DECIDED TO GO OUT AND FIND THEE WAITING FOR ME.
SIR, MY NAME IS LILY, AND IT IS TRUE AS YOU PUT IT…EVERYONE IS WAITING FOR LOVE TO FIND THEM, I SUPPOSE I DID NOT EXPECT MY PRAYERS TO BE ANSWERED SO SOON. IT LOOKS TO ME THAT YOU WERE LED TO THE RIGHT PLACE, FOR THE FLOWERS YOU HOLD IN YOUR HAND ARE BUT THE FLOWERS OF MY NAME.
THIS IS TRUE, ON MY WAY THE BUTTERFLY ONLY STOPPED ONCE TO REST ON THESE LILY FLOWERS.
MY NAME IS LOVE SWEET LILY, SHALL WE FLY THE CLOUDS TOGETHER AND COUNT THE STARS ON OUR WEDDING NIGHT?
YOUR NAME IS LOVE MY SWEET HUSBAND TO BE,
AND IT IS IN LOVE THAT FOREVER IN WE WIL BE.

Bob the Unlucky Octopus

Writing haiku is something of a hobby with me since English class, particularly as a break from more mundane efforts. Here goes:


Nature's Pain

Air rises and falls,
Stirring wind wounds the water,
Ripples spread and die.


Brimstone of the Moon

Moon over the chasm,
Fiery streams spun into void
Of the red night sun


Life-tools

Hearts and minds are
Our weapons in this existence;
Passion and reason



Occy

l3rian

Hickery Dickery dock
dis bitch was suckin me cock
the clock struck 2
me squirted me goo
den wiped me dick on er frock!

this alig original should be in my english book

Mafia

i jump
you jump
i lump
you chump
bump
crump
le
whee.
bunjee
is only fun
when spelt
with a j-b
this
is
a typing
test
:eek:

stackboundary

It is sad.. you cannot see me cry.
You cannot see the man behind my mask.

The man who was a child, but something happened to me on the way….

It is September in Ireland, people say it’s August but today I know they’re wrong…. It’s winter here already…, it will be a black and cold winter, miserable and pathetic… disjointed and aloof.

The keys are black… the letters grey…. They know me now…. We intermix and exchange our matter…. Between us is life, approximated and quasi electric….she was there too for a time a plyable presence between the keys…. Like a shard in my mind… allegory and jest a sponge of plyable song…… it danced for me and oh the colours made me swirl, a dance a myriad ….. an ethereal corona….Shakespeare in love – movies to kill,…. Kill me again.. was I was, now I’m not just like before…. A madrigal…. A woman…. A jester … a red feign… it ran and I followed, but I knew… I knew it would come back … snatch at me…. Sink it’s teeth again … and yes I let it…

We always knew it had to be like this lover… cherie…. Life …it wasn’t really was it?
I wasn’t me… but perhaps you were you…. A great sluce on the canal….. reeds growing from the wretchedness …. You’re bronzed statue….with a manic grin…..from on high I know now… like a boiling something an elixor with oriential shaped tentacles… aphasic and uncertain…. Licking out from every corner of perception, reality love, distance and nothing.

case case there is another… default EOF

what do you care I am but a child cherie…. More to come… but what for… the rain .. it tumbles down… cleanses the petrified earth… but the clouds… they are so dark… and I.. .I am so small…

“Ray guns don’t kill Zombarians…. Zombarians kill Zombarians don’t you know” check it out kid it’s on the back of every milk carton… and from where I sit… they… we… it …. Are laughing…but you think that you are different…. A quanta of uncertainty… when certainly you are not…..

<<Die laughing for all I care… crass and abashed I knew before I knew it…. It sleezed over the rocks and from behind my terminal I smelled it from the river….”>>

Thump thump thump… my heart told a tale , but maybe it lied and I am quickened... don't you see why?...what am I saying now... spring... pounce, devour... it is our nature… thump thump thump….. the river told me why and I still loved you…… but no… it didn’t matter the rain still fell… and what the f uck… this mask fits just fine.


hmm....

at you're service madame

BEAT

LIFE HAS NO GUARANTEES,
A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF RISK IS NEEDED TO ENSURE
OUR OWN CERTAINTY.

STRUCTURE IS NOT REAL,
INVENTIONS OF THE MIND TO COMFORT OUR
INSECURITIES.

LOVE IS NOT SOMETHING TO FALL BACK ON,
IT’S SOMETHING THAT DRIVES YOU FORWARD…

A RELATIONSHIP ISNT KEPT ALIVE BY RELIVING THE PAST,
IT’S BUILT ON STRENGTHENING THE FUTURE.

I STUDY YOUR WORDS & THE EXPRESSION IN YOUR EYES…
YOU CAN SAY SO MUCH WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING AT ALL,

I KNOW MORE THAN YOU REALIZE, AND THE PAIN YOU SUFFER IS A PAIN THAT I SUFFER WITH YOU…

IF I COULD I WOULD PLACE MY HAND UPON YOUR CHEST AND TAKE THE TROUBLES AWAY, IF I COULD I WOULD BEAR YOUR CROSSES, IF I COULD, I WOULD LOVE YOU.

TIME IS NON-EXISTANT WHEN WE ARE TOGETHER, NIGHT TURNS INTO DAY AND THE STARS VANISH INTO YOUR EYES.

CONVERSATION BRINGS US CLOSER TO THE TRUTH.

BEAT

HUMAN NATURE,
WHAT A TERRIBLE PAIN TO FACE.

THE CRUELTIES WE PUT OURSELVES THROUGH DAILY,
WE CAN’T HELP IT; IT’S IN OUR NATURE.

TO HURT OTHER PEOPLE WITHOUT KNOWING,
THIS HAS BECOME COMMON PLACE…
A TRAVESTY AT THAT.

THE HUMAN EMOTIONAL STATE IS A FRAGILE ONE,
HARDENED OVER TIME BY THOSE
WHO WOULD SHARE THEIR MISERY.

A WALL BULIT OVER TIME TO BLOCK OUT THE HURT,

THE WALL CRUMBLES FROM TIME TO TIME ONLY TO BE BUILT BACK UP, BUT HIGHER EACH TIME UNTIL ONE DAY WHEN IT BECOMES TOO HIGH TO SCALE…

HOW SAD WHEN THIS HAPPENS.

I LET DOWN MY GUARD AND ANOTHER DECIEVER CREEPED IN,
I BELIEVED HIS WORDS & HE WORKED HIS FOOLERY WELL ON ME…

NOT AGAIN IS WHAT I SAY, TOO MANY TIMES HAS MY WALL BEEN KNOCKED DOWN…
BUT MY WALL HASN’T REACHED ITS END,

AGAIN IT WILL FALL…IT IS OUR NATURE

TO BE FOOLED AGAIN IS THE INEVITABILITY OF OUR LIVES,

I HAVE BEEN FOOLED AGAIN.

BEAT

LIFE HAD BECOME A PLACE OF CONFUSION,

NOTHING KNOWN TO ME SEEMED FAMILIAR
ANY LONGER.

REALITY HAD VANISHED INTO A CLOUD OF DREAMS…

ESCAPE TO A NEW LAND, RUN TO A PLACE I CAN MAKE MY OWN…

NO ONE IS REAL, ALL HAS BEEN LOST,
PEOPLE WANDER ‘ROUND LIKE SHEEP GRAZING
THE SAME PATCH OF GRASS…THOUGH IT HAS CEASED TO GROW

I THOUGHT THERE WOULD BE NO ONE TO MEET ME HALF WAY
& WANT TO GO ANY FURTHER,

I THOUGHT THERE WOULD BE NO ONE TO SPARK MY INTEREST,
AND MAKE ME WANT MORE…

YOU WERE WHAT I NEEDED, THOUGH IT WAS UNEXPECTED.

YOU WERE WHAT I THOUGHT ONLY EXISTED IN ME…
A LOVE OF LIFE APPEARS IN YOUR EYES AND THE PAIN SCREAMS IT THROUGH YOUR EXPRESSION.

A FIRE SHONE CLEARLY IN YOUR HEART THROUGH YOUR WORDS…PASSION THAT NEEDS DIRECTION.

WHAT I NEEDED TO REKINDLE MY HOPES AND DESIRES
I FOUND IN YOU,
INSIDE YOU AND ALL AROUND YOU.

WHAT I NEEDED,
IT WAS YOU; IT WAS ALWAYS YOU….

Doodee

Suppose I must.

My dad write tons of poems, he is quite something, see for yerselfs.
I wont post up my stuff as it concerns feelings deep inside, i only write poems when i need to offload stuff from my chest.


WILL THEY EVER UNDERSTAND EACHOTHER


Reasons muted deep inside,
Horrid construction fails to impress.
A terrorist mind wishes to exterminate,
Needful wish to exonerate the dream,
Cataclysm renders factor want,
Philistine, he secretes with hate,
Not ever changing scalene borders meet,
Israel infests will follow.

Not easy to understand with view,
Insurmountable insurgent curfews regress,
What can change this hate all seen?
Deep in heart of Man and Wife
What can a death heal within?
When country code is sole the motivator.

Need to harvest all sides deep,
So much hurt why this need?
Pleasant sights to farther few,
They do not understand this felon,
Would help nature all this regicide of Mohammad in need?
Or Hebrew edifice coming to near with a loving ego.

Egress and heave to understand,
That no hate will solve the obvious,
But forgiveness deep will heal all done.


what do u think?
its not one of his best but Its only one i could find on my pc atm.

BEAT

I thought that was a very good poem doodee.

sorry it took me so long to reply, post some more if you have any

Kurdt

ah sure i may as well join in...

Blundering Democracy

A plethora of pain - in a
Purely platonic relationship - based on
Explosions and exploitations -
Engagements and assassinations - ending in
Disastrous deterrents -
Devastating dexterity - leaving the
Pathetic public presentation unmanned -
Using preventatives and preservatives -





kurdt

Xterminator

Perhaps a little bleak.




Is it love that spawns responsibility
That like a bastard springs unlooked for and unwanted?
A straightjacket to stifle your best intention
A race you must run, but never finish.

Oh, one enters with the purest of intentions
To reach out, to sustain and be sustained.
And to reach that place of savage power
(But fear not, for how could you you fail; together?)

How did the wine become the cup on which we choke.
Give your all, and take a measure
Of that which you have failed to give
Inadequate, impotent and alone.

Why then are we all alone, is it to reap the crop we sowed?
We chew the chaff and dirt and pose for next years Trocaire box
As poor as when we started, perhaps poorer,
for having seen the feast, You’ll never taste the meat!


X

pepperkin

**PHOENIX**

On a dusty, craggy outcrop
Near a shell-scattered, sandy shore
There's a mystical, unseen nest
Seen only in forgotten lore.
This nest holds no life carrying eggs
Only a tired bird sits within
His plumage failing, his eyesight dull
He hides from the brutal wind.
Time passes slowly, as he sadly wilts
His feathers greying, and drifting down
As the sun descends, the sky aglow
He dies alone, without a sound.
The night is long and dreary
The sea whispers her gentle tune
The serene mountains watch the dawn
As it draws closer, veiling the moon
The sun wakes slowly from his watery bed
Smiling gently over the sea
As he peeks over the edge of the rock
His heartfire is met brilliantly.
The lonely bird who lay on the cold stone
Erupts into a fire of overwhelming depth
Flashing over the dancing ocean
The suns rays dimmed, as he wept.
The flames that sparkled the new-day morn
Burned out within seconds to funereal ash
Then as the wind blows the ashes away
An eye peeking out, an opalescent flash
Out creeps a being of blinding beauty
Bravely facing the wind and the cold
Born from the ashes of his fathers demise
Shining lights from feathers of red and gold.
The Phoenix peered round, absorbing the view
Of his newborn world, all aglow
And lifted his head, looked into the sun
Listened as the water sang of her soul
A beautiful new life, born from ashes of death
Newborn eyes lovingly caressing the light
Lifting his wings, and finding the wind
Sailing away from the darkest night.

******
My minor contribution to the thread, here
But I still bow to Bard! All hail the mighty Bard!

*All poetry copyright 2000 by Eliza Nunya

Ruu_Old

My experiences on our very own Aer Lingus on a flight from Chicago

Aeroplane


“Cabin crew 5 minutes till takeoff” he says
“That’s my seat” the old lady said to me
“Look at your boarding card” I said
She sighed and looked at me
With those beady little eyes

Uh oh here they come
Hordes of green monsters
With manufactured smiles
Sporting carts of consumables
Individually wrapped for the individual

Microwave chicken and frozen rolls
Are the choices today
The chicken is in large lumps
The rolls like rocks, I cant chew

“Can you move aside?” she says
She could see I was asleep
“Im not happy” she says
“I booked this seat” she yells
I roll my eyes and mumble to myself

“Please remain in your seats” he says
As I scurry for the door
Greeted by the green monster
“Goodbye, have a good day” she says
Opening the door for me.

Enjoy

Ruu

BEAT

glad to see someone drudged up this old post and added some more good stuff to it
like yours kurdt, and the two after it, especialy the phoenix.
good work!
keep 'em coming

SandraP

Hey! Coffee Shop Socialist

You’ve a book on your table
By Robert Tressell no doubt
You must be one of them intellectuals
I’ve heard so much about

The waitress served your coffee
Your face turned red with rage
You’d ordered capuccino
But got instant nescafe

Tell me ‘bout the ghetto
What’s it like out on the street?
Did you say that’s where you come from?
Or is it where daddy holds his seat?


The Pop Star School Of Economics

If you believe war is bad and the rich are too strong
If you like to hear yourself ask “Why can’t we all get along?”
If you’ve riddled your brain with booze, E and cocaine
The Pop Star School Of Economics wants you

Learn sloganeering skills and sincere indignation
How to dismiss questions containing words like “interest rates” and “inflation”
Learn how to make leaders and popes appear cool
Even though they’re ruthless, power mad, sad bastards like you

Show the scum that’s Joe Public how much you really care
Leave your Armanis at home, slightly ruffle your hair
“Giz your f**king money!” you will scream, rage and choke
“People are dying! (and I’m nearly out of coke)”

Book signing on Sunday, tour date on Tuesday
Talk show on Thursday, famine film on Friday
You’ve earned your degree and found that which you seek
An arseload of units shifted by the end of the week

SandraP

I Was A Soldier (In The Armchair IRA)

In border town bars
With our drinking battle scars
We’re doing our bit for the cause
We’re here every night
Not a balaclava in sight
Self styled rebels and booze soaked outlaws

We’re politically aware
From our stools and armchairs
Sometimes we watch Sky News on tv
We don’t read the papers
Cos we don’t trust free staters
With their fancy West Brit educations

To hell with ceasefires,
The traitors and liars
We’ll continue the fight on our own
We’re dug into positions
With a cellar full of provisions
Just us and our beer alone

For amhran na bhfinn
At the end of the evening
We stagger patriotically to attention
Swaying in glassy eyed respect
With hands clasped behind backs
Like a bunch of grotesque schoolchildren

God help the man
Who prefers not to stand
We should take him outside for a hiding
He’s a total disgrace
Practically **** in the face
Of the heroic mad men of The Rising

I was a soldier in the armchair IRA
We carried no guns or grenades
We were the loudmouth battalion
Who never saw any action
Yet played our part in our own funny way

The Ballad Of Heathrow Airport

Terminal 1
Isn’t much fun
When you’ve lost someone
And you’re trying to get home

Browse WH Smiths
For books about the blitz
Time to drink yourself to bits
For f**k’s sake! Where’s the bar!?

They’re playing Sting
And it stings
Please someone do something
Can’t take no more pseudo-jazz

Fall asleep in a chair
Miss your flight, ah who cares?
If you belong anywhere
It’s terminal 1

SandraP

Tow It Away

She didnt get your jokes
She didnt like your hair
Everytime you called her house she'd answer
And say that she wasnt there
Your life is like a car crash
Nobody wants to be in it
A crumpled heap at the side of the road
Tow it away
Just tow it away

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Hi, that's just a few of mine. Would appreciate any comments.

[nicK]

ahh, just seen the rest of 'em .. they're All amazing!

[nicK]

Spiriling down
Can't get up
Feeling so small
I've had enough.

A shadow over me
Can't do it myself
The blood surrounds me
These people can't help.

Head gashed with wounds
Pain felt inside
But that will soon die
Along with my mind.

Ruu_Old

SandraP, i like ur Heathrow one experiences at an airport or airline, very cool hehe. Much like myself

Turnip

SandraP's Armchair IRA one is brilliant. :cool:

Samba

This has no format, take it as free style if you like

here goes.

The Ways of Man Kind

It is only when the eye meets reality
that the mind can comprehend the evil and
destructive force, which is referred to
as mankind. He shows no compassion to the
atrocities that he commits, is this man?

This man left them lying dead one
two and three. Their faces frozen
from the bitter cold of man. They almost
seem content to see death, perhaps he
showed them more compassion than life under
the scrutiny of man, or could it be
that it was their only happiness
in their short time.

I know only of one other life form that
follows this pattern of rhyme, that is the rhyme
of an Animal and not man.

[nicK]

I have a quite a few poems almost ready to posted up. - I've just realised that the poems that I thought were finished, wern't actually quite finished. They had no form, or any real structure and I didn't really know what I was saying or what I wanted to portray. I've been reading up on it and now, hopefully, I can sort them all out and get them up shortly. Our very own BEAT is the source of inspiration that was the catalyst for me to begin writing poetry, but I don't that he needs to be thanked for writing poetry though.

Ruu_Old

heres another from my collection, one i wrote bout my fiance

How Do I Love You?

The missing link, the missing piece,
How i feel when im away from you

A volcano, an eruption, an explosion,
How i feel when your here

Only time is holding us back,
Time holds they key,
Time can be cruel,
But time will set us free

When we look back on the world,
It'll be me and u in each others arms,
Just you and me until the end,
No hurt, no pain, no more pretend