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POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

Late One March
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A midnight crew of clouds do split
And the moon piers down and in
Cast in the scene we swallow it
The price one puts on tin

Lasers fill the eyes of the fish twins
Gray scrims of March drip cold
Prints in the sand all blow thin
It's winds of change I'm told

Come now, let's stroll
Right out along the shore
You know we'll soon be buried
And I need to know much more

Volumes written not for eyes
Upon the maps I've seen
Tween the lines nor yon the page
Must be the things we need
 
Hmmm,
I think I got a full night's sleep,
or as much as ever I do,
Yet stil, anon, in the morning light,
I'm still confused by Tzu.

(Moon "piers" down?
Is it moored dockside, my friend,
or peering down for a view?
Sorry, my not-yet-caffeinated brain
slipped into nit picky mode.

Of course, as the gears slowly
start to mesh a bit more smoothly,
and the nautical theme does me imbue,
I can see and smell the salty shores
in your haunting tale.

It's enchanting, nay haunting is not a
word too terse,
For that IS what your ballad be,
And that's not a bit to the worse.
 
Empress
Brett Crandall
2/21/2011
12:06 PM

Lately they have nothing left to say
I ignore their artificial sympathy
I cannot believe in those who are weak
Just get out of my way.

They call me strong, they call me sassy
I just don't settle for less anymore
I cannot forgive those with half a heart
Just get out of my way

(*) If I could paint words on my body
I would print my expectations
So you couldn't claim to have forgotten
"Honesty, Respect, Monogamy, Love"

(**) If I could scream into your face now,
I would thrash my emotions at you
So that you should never forget your loss
"You are the weakest link in this bind of love"

Today they have nothing left to say
I ignore their pathetic attempts at living
I cannot believe those less experienced
Just get out of my way

They call me empress, they call me lady
I just refuse to lose anything I've worked for
I cannot allow you to weasel your way in
Just get out of my way

If I was any higher above you
I would spit down on your lifeless face
You would then be shown for the fool you are
The Man Of Deceit

If I were any kind of pushover
I wouldn't be walking with my heart radiating
You wouldn't recognize me today
You are still a Man Of Deceit

(*)(**) repeat
 
My Lady,
Thou doth write of despair and gloom,
Whilst ye doth over us "lord" the doom.
There is nothing worse than
a Lover scorned.

Hurting, scorching your ex with laser eyes.
 
DonQuixote said:
My Lady,
Thou doth write of despair and gloom,
Whilst ye doth over us "lord" the doom.
There is nothing worse than
a Lover scorned.

Hurting, scorching your ex with laser eyes.
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Yes this is very true. Although, I do have my happy bubbly pieces too. Just not in comparison to my dark and malevolent drawn work.
 
I will preface this none


Put on yer saddle 'n ride the fuck around
Gettin' outta bed's never been easy
but I gottup to type this, today.

Even though iGotta gota work,
this's what I gottup-fer, to type.

Shoulda stayed'n fuckin' bed,
buddif I said that to my boss,
she'd be like "OK, whatever"

Fuck everyday - eachun's pointless and annoying;
apathy should be a job.

Oh wait, it's mine, haha.

Giddy-up!
 
Another day the moon passes overhead; biting at my mind for the frost has settled into the grooves of my thoughts.
As pointless and lost as we all may be, the hope of something was buried which we must dig up and celebrate our ending march.
Don't feel betrayal my friends, this has our song wrapped in a bow which has fatigued our hearts from start till the end.
Don't feel left alone in darkness; blame your eyes from failing to see the light and push through and up and into your dreams that still linger in the cages which you placed locks on your self.
Dignity isn't far off either; the sticky loss of a frightened friendship can be mended if you ask the wind where it has went, do not expect a subtle answer.

And hours went by as you sat by the looking glass; beholding the day in a glazed over satisfaction can destroy ones sense of reality, awaken soon my dear.
Fears and turmoil are wrapped in the message we all hear too often and although we wish to ignore it, catastrophe should not be played with as if fiction that drips from the pen of ancient authors.
Question your plight of life and accept the carefully analyzed dilemma that the sun has shown you to which the shadows have hidden away under the smiles made of deception.

It was never our fate that granted us a brightness but it was our hearts of power and control; fate is the acceptance of all things which disables you authority over your own well being.
It is difficult to bring down anything which you did not help to create...the exact opposite is true.
If love and integrity fortify individuality, that person can stand firm, even in the middle of chaos and mayhem.
 
alli-berri,

Those were pretty succinct!
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Ambrocious,
Long time, no hear from.
An intense poem of sorts - with a noble fight for right and happiness against all odds.

I hope your own life is fighting the good fight and finding the just rewards of happiness.
 
Ain't no Sneaker Higher: Taste of Disco Phunk for Refutation of Maslow's Phallacy


All Y'all ever seem to do
Is walk and talk all blocks of You
My corner blue just ain't show through
Your high top 'tudes

Sporting Your not so new top-down views
Ain't none my size, time still proves
When push goes shove you got the shoes
Stillness still my move

"No, don't Y'all fear,
I'm steady down here."
S'right, Y'all ain't hear
With that ego raining down out Your ears

You got the love and nice things too
The lies I longed for are Your truths
Thought You'd streak through my mood a deeper blue
Fuck Your shit!
You ain't mean food

Ain't no Sneaker Higher
Higher than the lies I tell me
Ain't no Sneaker Higher
Higher than the Nile baby

Ain't no Sneaker Higher
Higher than the Darkside I be
Ain't no Sneaker Higher
Higher than the mess I've made me

Ain't no Sneaker Higher
Higher than my died out daydreams
Ain't no Sneaker Higher
Higher in my eyes

Ain't no Sneaker High
To step on me low-
Ah then I've been or can go

Ain't no Sneaker Wide
To bring to my eyes
A darkness I don't have inside

Ain't no Sneaker Shine
To give me a sign
Of things that won't pass with time

Ain't no Sneaker Blind
To take from the time
You leave me alone here with mine

To be continued? (ugh, shouldn't've started)
 
Martyr Bondage


Throngs pushed up to Bush
With their glaciers worn down
One's word bleeds of value
Spread allover town

Steel toes and spit raining down as we fell
But it's lit up a fire where no one can spell

Left of the center or the right to be wrong
Warriors are wearing camouflaged thongs
Sifting through ashes for martyring clones
Salvaging wrecks, they bartered their gnomes

They burned the books with our pictures cut out
Then gathered to honor the dolls we had bound


Please find my martyr rope
We can’t lace this thread without it
Where is my martyr rope?
Weaving hope by knotting your wit
 
dude

I feel the rope

I know its not dope

dom't give up hope...

the sainted cow

aint......
 
bad patch

think i'll wait:help:
 
Lefty said:
bad patch

think i'll wait:help:
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Lefty's Opus

you're oft in the thoughts
as my words flow to pen
more often than not
again and again

hidden well within the art
are clues you may get
sought with by heart
I'd wager to bet

one hint that stands out
just there, lefty of center
is one that says thou...
art a wonderful mentor
 
DonQuixote - :-) :-)


Anglos-Slacken, null and Negroid,
lacking motives but leading soldiers
into tissues - reused, disposed of -
falling gin love with my hands and chopped liver.

Clouded eyes, heart's shrouded -
wond'ring when victory'll spoil me.
'Til then, the good fight's arright,
but a raid in the night that'd beat me completely might free me;

we'll see... :rolleyes:
 
ShihTzuTylenol said:
Lefty's Opus

you're oft in the thoughts
as my words flow to pen
more often than not
again and again

hidden well within the art
are clues you may get
sought with by heart
I'd wager to bet

one hint that stands out
just there, lefty of center
is one that says thou...
art a wonderful mentor
Click to expand...

Aww... seconded
 
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