POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

[ShihTzuTylenol]

You’re so bitter from the sound of it
Can I get you anything?
Is it that hard to believe
I wear my heart out on my sleeve

You try and trust the Bible
Though you know it's allegory
But the people that consume it
Have written their own stories
Not sure what they're hungry for
Not sure what they want anymore

I stripped down and laid myself out,
Where everyone could see
Sugar cane, coffee or a cup of tea

On your mark, get set from the wire
I can't see the forest for the fire

I didn’t taste the sugar at first
Now it's sweet upon my tongue
The climb was never meant to burst
I think of that with every rung

Now I'm lost in the goodbyes
Paying dues to the brewery
My moment's gone in a clap

Caught in honey like a fly
For tomorrow’s jewelry
In these amber yards of tree sap

 

[freefall]

^If you are into it, I'd like you to be my butler

Next one --- this one is very experimental and none of my friends understand it, so I'd like to try it on here. Should you find it inane or vague, don't criticise it too roughly ok? Just laugh at it or something more childish

Echoes

Ooo…livid calls
Lit by the walls
(Calls between walls)
Ooo…vivid falls
Set by the halls
(Falls in halls)
Ooo…putrid balls
Put by the stalls
(Balls of stalls)

There are voices in my head…
(From nowhere…)
Nowhere to race…
Source of none…
(None…)
(Nought…)

Let it out
Have it float up high
In the sea of clouds
Angels of light
Storks with infants
Let them ring and sink
Golden horns of gods
Bronze horror bells
Little by little
Engorged in the stars
The months of maids
(Aaa…)

Hear…

Here…
(We are)
…the tides…
(Luxurious)
…momentums…
…shatters (to)…
…(black and) white…
(Pictures…)
Mermaids…
(…fly…)
(…like ghosts…)
…(scream and) shriek…
…turn (into)…
Breezes of storms
Upon eagles’ wings
The supercells
…apply…
(…reply?)

Umm…

Voices (words)
Are made to (what?)
Spread (oh)
And crawl (no)
Amongst
Pain (hell)

I…
…killed…
…you…
(You…)
(…have…)
(…not…)

Aaa…
Aaa…the touch…
Aaa…the comfort…
Aaa…salvation…
Aaa…is nearby…

Quiet

Soundless

Still

Inaudible

Muted

Silent

Sssh…

(…what?)

…

(oh)

(…)

…

 

[DonQuixote]

My Dearest Shih Tzu,
Is the advent of the Autumnal Equinox the cause of all this melancholy?
Are we feeling the heartstrings of a wee bit too much folly?

Is this changing of the seasons
cause for the lament of of your reasons?

Like the leaves in our deciduous rainbow
as October draws on nigh,
The imagery you suggest
is a vivid rainbow, manifest.

---

Freefall,
I do not diss your discordant verse,
the imagery does require to immerse
and become one within the murk
for in there, I'm sure, doth lurk
a deeper darker plan
than with a cursory read one can
decipher true your meaning
and whence comes your leaning.

With gratitude we thank you for
coming here to share your score.
And, while we need to ponder more,
we invite all verse and its lore.

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

That’s when Davey Dee takes a tug
Upon the string that held the line of laughs
Behind the house he lived in

He was reared to give respect
But somewhere down the line he chose
To whistle as the wind blows


He had a dream one night
That the smiles had lost their middles
So he built a boat of lizard skin

To try to catch the current
But the skin, the skin turned to chicken wire
And when he climbed inside...

There wasn’t even time to say
Goodbye to Davey Dee

So whistle as the wind blows

Whistle as the wind blows, with me

If the wind were colors
And if the air could speak
They'd whistle as the wind blows
And we'd still have our Davey









Goodbye Davey Dee

I'ma miss you buddy...

 

[DonQuixote]

Shih Tzu,
A nice lament to our disheartened soul.
I hope he comes back.

He seemed like a really nice guy.

 

[freefall]

Melancholy

Sad - fled - still - feel...............(Dim waves slam to the boulders and die)
Lone - stone - land - sand.......(Hurt swans migrate over the faint bogs)
Blink - sink - bore - sore..........(Carving, casting, vexed storm to pebbles)
Fly - cry - fold - cold.................(Abandon the pious grating callings)
None - gone - null - gull...........(Yesterday to slay, uncertain tomorrow)
Lost - most - lean - mean.........(Fed-up gazes set in immense nullity)
Ill - kill - in - kin.........................(Contemplations and nibble escaped sighs)
Waste - haste - wave - have....(A long austere walk aside the acidic sea)
Tear - fear - taint - faint............(Varnish, tarnish, garnish, vanish)
Wind - chin - will - chill...............(The price to whom one injures to stay)

Drag, lean silence
Tracks trapped behind
In wet muddy banks

No breezes to greet
After tiresome waitings
Hints become daunted

Haunted words disturb
Moments are stale
And all turns numb

Tie - lie - tack - lack................(Misery; miss the image, now drift)
Rift - shift - rob - sob..............(Feign, flaws, fail to abolish, to resolve)
Ring - sing - row - slow..........(Thus store pain inside to repent)
Hit - lit - heave - leave............(Aside the cliffs, trying always to forget)
Pain - rain - pun - run.............(And tears dilute in the melancholic dusk)

Brass-coloured rays caress
Of a sole departure
Into the faded solace

 

[DonQuixote]

Freefall,
You write some pretty esoteric poetry.
I opened this the other day, started to read it, but didn't have time to READ it, and go slowly, trying to take it all in.

It's a daunting, HAUNTING piece.
The cadence of the chosen words -
The CHOICE of words, their pairings,
the aside commentaries.

It all adds up to a lot of melancholy sadness permeating the air.
At least, that's what I'm hearing as I read it.

You write on such an ephemeral level;
you challenge our senses and our psyches.

Thank you for sharing your formidable talents with us.
You add an air of legitimacy to our thread that some of our hack works lack.
(but we have fun in the rhyming, no less,)

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

I like your style Free, gimme more buddy, don't make me be begging ya sweetheart! *rubbing crotch and sweating* I need some more of that poetry dude!

 

[freefall]

^I see you've been a bad bad boy Tzu

 

[freefall]

Damn this thread is really decaying from inactivity...

Here's another experimental poem (but it's old...about 6 years old)

Evening Harmonies

Evening harmonies...

(La la la la...)​

Up over the horizon
The sky gradually turns red
painted by the sun

(La la la la...)​

The angel choir sings
The demon campaign applauses
In the dust of clouds
Flying to the north
And return home

(La la la la...)​

Dusk is coming far
And faith is tested
Testament to be
Or not to be

(La la la la...)​

Dawn to be welcomed
With white crows
And black doves

(La la la la...)​

Con-fess-s-s. ..
Day-dre-e-e- e-a-a-am- ...

(La la la la...)​

Fairies of rose
An ice of crystal
Face of the sun
End the night
Desert terror
Four-leaved clover
Love's on the air
A perfect match
Farther to go

(La la la la...)​

Unplug all the ears
Upclose all the eyes
Join the angel carnival
Blow the cold squall

(La la la la...)​

Like a fresh spring
And bouncing away
Away...
Being a crimson sea
Sea...
And azure sky
Sky...

(La la la la...)​

Azure sky
Crimson sea
Maroon field
And grey snow

(La la la la...)​

Sing from your heart
Link it with your soul
You're frozen
Right when it's over

(La la la la...)​

Evening harmonies...
Evening harmonies...
Evening harmonies...

 

[DonQuixote]

Freefall,
Unfortunately, I've been burning the candle too much, so my literary wit has been lagging, and some of our mses who help build the fun haven't been real active, lately, either.

You, on the other hand,
continue to harvest interesting lyric
from your archives.

You force us to look at your verse more than quick in passing - it is no mean meter.

Thanks for sharing, and keeping us coming back.

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Another excellent entry freefy, thanx. 6 years old? It seems timeless...all the good pieces seem timeless to me.
I'll search my archives and see if I can find some worthy prospects to share.







I think Lefty may be suffering from Post-Dramatic Post Syndrome by Proxy.
If so, it's not the end of the world.
Just take two aspirin and send me a pm in the morning, Mr L.
We'll get you through this.

 

[freefall]

Don and Tzu, thanks it's just that this place seems to be too downward serious with only me posting (well that's just who I am anyway... ). The Poem thread is really thread without the perverse, lust, and nut-kicking kinks

Lefty! Here boy! Come and write kinky stuffs again!

 

[DonQuixote]

Roses are Red.
My Balls are Blue,
If Gus were around,
I'd call him Sue.

(Very weak, but light?!)
Gotta run,
Can't have no fun
till the setting Sun
Don't be using that "Gun"
till the evening's won!

 

[freefall]

There is a party going on tonight
And you are invited to join the delight
Come to me, dear Sir, and you will enjoy
The heavenly moment just for you, oh boy!

All the feasts and all the surprises
Through the back door you find the bliss
Between the gap the sought button lies
Slide in now before the days dismiss!

(Oh look, my very first attempt )

 

[DonQuixote]

Now THAT's the way,
Uh huh, Uh huh,
I LIKE it,
Uh huh, Uh Huh.

Oh, yeah -
We Literary Cognoscenti can REALLY visualize
the back door and it's succulent feast of manly delight.

[ame]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MOOs-MqDOI0[/ame]

 

[Lefty]

Well,

I don't care to be called like someones puppy dog but Island Boys get
one (01) oops w/o penalty......Jakarta House Rules Maybe?

Bon Nuit Bon Pyre

The very depths of hell flared
And while its evil soul was bared
a brimstoned figured grew in that light
giving gods children quite a fright

His rampant penis and cannon balls of lead
filled the housewives all with dread
Deep the muscles of his chest
Yet not one hair on his breast.

Hells penis grew and sweltered hard
The very juices hot and thick as lard
The voice deep and he grips tight your ass
before another lusted moment can pass

To your face its a bright red blush
And to your loins a full sticky flush
He will ask do you want more....
Smile, swallow saying I'm your whore.


am I off the shit list yet?

 

[DonQuixote]

Lefticus Maximus,
Not at all Minimus,

Ever were you in our hearts,
Ne'er a part of our farts.

We Feared the Loss of your Wit,
We lumped you not with the shit.

We know that DaveyDude's departure did you hurt,
and made you, a while, a bit curt,
And CGY by the name of Mike,
Did decide to take a hike.
"Don't Tread on Me" was on your shirt,
But ne'er did we liken thee to "soiled" dirt.

It gives us glee you to see,
back, once again, my good friend,
For, NOW we can with humour, offend
Because, from us, it's all pretend.

What more can I say, except . . .

[ame]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QVS3WNt7yRU[/ame]

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Icing, no cake
A line dance with brakes[sic]

Often seen off tin herd
Cattle, steel and copper plates to draw on
no one's got their gnomes out on the lawn
Anymore, weeping tree
Poster torn and concert shirt
All the days we live
Coaster worn an honest flirt
All the ways we give

A dine lance with risings
Cake, no icing

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

am I off the shit list yet?

I don't know of any shit list per se but if there is and you're on the menu, I request unanimous consent to have your moniker swifty removed and your record expunged and your back exfoliated as an extra bonus treat. (want I should spring for you a Brazilian wax too? think about it)
Anyway, can we get the motion seconded?

**BEEEEP!**

Will the Gentle-Chairwoman grant me another minute please?
Thank you.





p.s. Oh and btw, nice poetic form. If I may be so bold as to submit, I believe your hiatus may have reenergized your creative juices and perhaps given you a new perspective from which to view your importance as we see you -- as an Elder in the Temples of JUB -- and not a stranger to these parts.
raise glasses, Cheers! To LeftusForAwhileButNowHeBeBacky, Salute!


I yield back the remainder of my time...