The Poetry Thread

[TL 611]

fegs, fegs, fegs.

Best poem ever.

 

[bearycool]

When I Die

If I'm to burn in hell forever
For being true to who I am
Then let the fires burn ever on.

I rather be in hell with friends
Than heaven with pompous strangers.
If I'm to burn down far below,
then I shall burn with those I love.

Our flame will be brighter than heaven
And its heat shall be our passion.
When the God of this world falls away
A light so bright shall take His place.

And it will be our light that shines.
And when all is said and done,
We shall turn to paradise.

 

[Florence]

The Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay
by
William Topaz McGonagall (Scotland's other national poet)

Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay!
With your numerous arches and pillars in so grand array
And your central girders, which seem to the eye
To be almost towering to the sky.
The greatest wonder of the day,
And a great beautification to the River Tay,
Most beautiful to be seen,
Near by Dundee and the Magdalen Green.

Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay!
That has caused the Emperor of Brazil to leave
His home far away, incognito in his dress,
And view thee ere he passed along en route to Inverness.

Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay!
The longest of the present day
That has ever crossed o’er a tidal river stream,
Most gigantic to be seen,
Near by Dundee and the Magdalen Green.

Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay !
Which will cause great rejoicing on the opening day
And hundreds of people will come from far away,
Also the Queen, most gorgeous to be seen,
Near by Dundee and the Magdalen Green.

Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay!
And prosperity to Provost Cox, who has given
Thirty thousand pounds and upwards away
In helping to erect the Bridge of the Tay,
Most handsome to be seen,
Near by Dundee and the Magdalen Green.

Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay!
I hope that God will protect all passengers
By night and by day,
And that no accident will befall them while crossing
The Bridge of the Silvery Tay,
For that would be most awful to be seen
Near by Dundee and the Magdalen Green.

Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay!
And prosperity to Messrs Bouche and Grothe,
The famous engineers of the present day,
Who have succeeded in erecting
The Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay,
Which stands unequalled to be seen
Near by Dundee and the Magdalen Green.

 

[Francis E. Dec Esc.]

"How much will you pay for an extra day?"
The clock man asked the child
"Not one penny," the answer came
"For my days are as many as smiles"

"How much will you pay for an extra day?"
He asked when the child was grown
"Maybe a dollar or maybe less
For I've plenty of days of my own"

"How much will you pay for an extra day?"
He asked when the time came to die
"All of the pearls in all of the seas
And all of the stars in the sky."

- Shel Silverstein

 

[Abethedemon]

Minoan Vortex
by Yours Truly

Ah! The lofty chambers of desolation
Soaked in the ichor of gods long passed
Silent as a tomb, fitting what it is,
Strewn are cultists, coffins flasks.

What did they drink, these feeble men?
Bottles heaped on every shelf
This hellish, vile and abysseral concoction
And can I have some, myself?

 

[dashvedas]

A Haiku:

A dozen roses
My favorite customer
Hi doggy. Goodbye!

 

[Francis E. Dec Esc.]

"I was settin’ at this restaurant
When the waiter came up and said, “What do you want?”
I looked at the menu–it looked so nice
Till he said, “Let me give you a little advice.”

He said, “Spaghetti and potatoes got too much starch,
Pork chops and sausage are bad for your heart.
There’s hormones in chicken and beef and veal,
Bowl of ravioli is a dead man’s meal.

Bread’s got preservatives, there’s nitrites in ham,
Artificial coloring in jellies and jam.
Stay away from doughnuts, run away from pie,
Pepperoni pizza is a sure way to die.

Sugar’s gonna rot your teeth and make you put on weight,
Artificial sweetener’s got cyclamates.
Eggs are high cholesterol, too much fat in cheese,
Coffee ruins your kidneys and so do teas.

Fish got too much mercury, red meat is poison,
Salt’s gonna send your blood pressure risin’.
Hot dogs and bologna got deadly red dyes,
Vegetables and fruits are sprayed with pesticides.”

So I said, “What can I eat that’s gonna make me last?”
He said, “ A small drink of water in a sterilized glass.”
And then he stopped and he thought for a minute,
And said, “Never mind the water–there’s carcinogens in it.”

So I got up from the table and walked out in the street,
Realizin’ there was absolutely nothing to eat.
So I haven’t eaten for a month and I don’t feel too fine,
But I know that I’ll be healthy for a long, long time"

- Shel Silverstein

 

[bearycool]

Contemplation of Love

Can you hear me, love?
Can you hear me from afar?
Can you hear me in the sound and the fury?
Yes, the sound and the fury of those around?

Within your life sums a million others around,
whose souls touch your core in ways profound;
And in that crowd, my fragile call resounds--
Resounds for you to know the sound you give:

The sound you give My Little Soul.

Do you still listen in on my little voice?
Within all these cries, sorrows, and terrors you hold,
Can yet you still see me within the crowd?
Within the crowd of memories and faces?

Cannot you see me and the way I love?
Cannot you see this soul yearns for thee?
You drive me to old English, this feeling you give.
I create strange poems to contemplate these senses.

These senses you give my little soul.

I wonder, I do wonder... is this another form of love?
Its color so red it frightens the very souls of man?
Mixed with passion, like a lark ascending,
Can anyone ever describe this exotic form of love?

Can I ever describe it even just to myself?
Its colors and sinful promises are hard to sound in prose
Let alone in poems of deep emotions yearning deeply;
Yearning deeply that you may hear my song.

Yes, the song of my life I hope you want to hear!

I hope you wish to know me, as much as I with you--
To see my songs and poems of life blend with yours.
I yearn to see love in you as I dance so passionately,

For so passionately this life of mine I wish to share with you.

...Are these words enough? I so hope they are.
I hope they resound to you as they have'd with me.
I hope, oh god I hope, your soul resounds with me.
Resounds with a love as red as mine.

With a love as red as mine...

 

[bearycool]

You Won't Read.

There is an Absolute Terror;
A terror? A terror:
Yes, a Terror to know others.

When I write these words, They won't understand:
They only see a technicality of my words, my thoughts.
They only see what they want to see.

They don't know my despair.

So... how can I explain?
How can I explain this Terror?
How can I explain this Despair?
How can You know how I feel?

If yet you're still reading.

Well, it's Love: simple as that.

I hold no other thought but That.
It is but my entire emotions wrapped;
Wrapped into a single thought
A single thought no one will read.

That no one will read.

I just Love; is there anything else?

And yet...

They think I'm something else.
I don't understand why they do.
I feel nothing else but sorrow,
When I can't love those whom I know.

They see me as strong.
They see me as young.
They see me as Gay.
They see me as weak.

They see me, yet they don't know me.

Yes, they won't read.
It's all too much for them:
The despair.
The longing.
The hope.

Yes, they won't understand.

And yet...

I hope someone will.
I wish someone could.

Yet, could they?

Will they know my despair?
Or will they mock me as many others.

I doubt they've read this far:
Who cares for a Boy like me?
Who cares about me?
Who cares what I think?

All they see is a boy.
All they see is a selfish boy.
All they see is an ignorant boy.
All they know is a reflection of themselves.

I don't see this, though.
All I see is Despair and Love.

 

[Fistbeard_McThunderaxe]

Lost in Obscurity

Another tap on the glass
Bewitched by sickly sweet embrace
Skipping thoughts between drinks
A familiar misery building in the heart
Once more on a train to the black city

A wandering derelict finds compromise
Shifting aimlessly within the twilight
Pearly white ambition seeping from closed shops
Creatures of woe embracing profane delights
Cursed by a myriad of lies

Sitting in the place where the derelict always belonged
Contemporary poison dispensed with uproarious fanfare
Black creatures fear his sentiments
Taking away the only pair of shoes
Ghosts of the past cling to his feet

The alleyway filled with lying eyes
Confidants fill him with pitch black resolve
Eating from his breast another indulgent beast
That pearly white sensation ever so daunting
Crackling skin and forgotten mall shops awaken doubt

The black memory begins to surface
Regret serves the bird and kills the stone
Cameras spill photos of the present
Memories pile on a doorway to escape
But into the presence of the wrong self

Depersonalized in a sea of false karass
Reconfigured in the hall of mirrors
The face of a bony king of nothing
Wandering in a starlight rhapsody
The forgetful derelict drifts away into the midnight lands

 

[Implacable Birch]

Space is like the fire,
With all the shapes and borders.
The radiant light in darkness which separates truth from order.

Change is like the wind,
Oscillates voids and memory.
Encapsulating all revolving around that which is empty.

Time is like the water,
Rivers, lakes, streams and oceans.
A superimposed continuum of non-perpetual motions.

Form is like the earth,
Kaleidoscopic structure.
Mandatory foundation for all of us to ____ each other.

 

[QT 219]

"We Were Never Here"

It's not that I don't care.
It's because I could never love you,
As much as I hate myself.

 

[bearycool]

The Lark and the Otter

He rises and begins to round.

His soul as light as feathers sounds,
Dances lightly through the trees:
It beckons him to soar and rise
As others watch him in surprise.

Blue and bright is the spark he has,
Embers shooting as he flies.
Phoenix blue and soaring,
No care of others but the sky.

The otter rounds and begins to beckon.
The sweetly sound on water gently:
Yes, so gently his little heart begins to round.

Rounds on embers blue, the Lark on High;
Yes, he wishes to fly with such rapt delight.
With quaint eyes, they see these sights:
One in water, the other in air.

An immeasurable distant apart.

And yet still they loved the other:
Their differences made it all the sweeter:
Their souls down below craved the other.
Their love was the most profound of all.

The lark ascends, the otter watches.
His fur begins to stand and play in air:
He bounds through grass and wild--
He soars through water to see and hear!

To hear the drop of the silver chain resound,
The pipe and the scream of the gentle lark.
He simply loved, that was all:
Little otter on water soaring as high as He.

But simple animals, and yet so much more.
Their kind is but our kind from afar:
But cousins in our evolution so far outstretching.
And simple yet they may be...

They love far greater than any human alive.

 

[bearycool]

there was a man from Nantucket.
He thought that he could fuck it.
Little did he know
That what was due,
Was 200 dollars and 2.

 

[TheClorax]

My Valentines Day Poem
By: TheClorax

Roses are red,
violets are blue.
When I shoot up the school,
I’ll do it with you.

 

[bearycool]

A Question to God

Dígame, Señor:
What does it mean to Live?
With the vastness of it all,
With the darkness of it all:
Tell me, Señor que amo yo.

Why do we Be?

Like white petals falling on forgotten winds,
Lives with such immense beauty and light--
Yet only remembered in simple memory:
Gone in a hush, swept without thought.

Dime, Amor:
Why is it that life falls so freely here?
Why like soft petals is it all forgot?
Why is such beauty filled with lost?

Why fall the petals as such?
Why exist us in this Life?
I can't help but to scream--
Señor de Señores, dime la respuesta:

Why is it that We Live?!

Tell me-- as the white, pure clouds fly like deadened flowers
On uplifting drafts that none but You and I can see--
Like Dandelions with hope of new rebirth and lushes leaves
That fall to earth with all their white and light forever gone:
Tell me why the reason we die like petals on forgotten trees?!

Beauty as vibrant as the brilliant life around,
Light as blinding as the whitening sun abound;
Yes, this is the life I describe to You as you read,
And hope for answers from You as I breathe.

Dígame, dime señor y amor que amo yo:
Tell me the reason as We fly, what is reason to Live?
If there is No Answer, then why must this be?
In all the languages I say, why must this be?

Dígame, Señor
Dime, Amor.

Why does Humanity live in such blinding, white unknown?

 

[TheClorax]

Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue,

 

[Monika H.]

Not actually written by me, but by my SO for me.

A Dream under the rain

A soft, incessant rain
millions of thousands of drops
little liquid stars
that drop down my hair and skin
and my closed lids
like sweet tears.
I'm shivering, the balsamic rain
washing through my soul.
I feel again, what I long for
a shadowy figure I just caught
feverish glimpses of.

Every time, every fiber of my body,
every breath of my soul and being
yearns to touch it, to feel it.
This shadow of light, always
always out of my reach.
The gray sky feels it,
and cries for my unquenched desire,
cleansing my soul from sin.

But now it's different.
The rain has got stronger,
and it makes my wet hair shine,
my drenched skin glisten
I feel a warm embrace
and open my eyes just for a bit
and I'm blinded by the light
that fills my body
and sates my soul

Is that dream, or reality?
It's a dream I don't wish to wake up from
a reality I don't long to dream away

I'll just -
I just want to stay here
blind, under the rain
in this dream
I don't wish to wake up from
in this reality
I don't long to dream away

 

[bearycool]

One Drunken Night of Thought

These Drunken nights with flights of whimsy
That rush and flutter with all their strength:
These drunken nights scream harsh serenity:
Relaxed is the mind yet tense still are the thoughts.

Serenity in ravishment that fills Us deep;
Us deep, us tiny little souls of simple Man.
Yet ravished are we that our minds still wander;
Still wander, these deadly hallow halls of thought.

Thoughts desire, by some complexity, further anguish;
Further steps that may just yet give them strength.
Complex complexity that these thoughts somehow arrive
And hope in pain a stronger soul will form and glow:
That when scorched with fire, They're scorched with Life.
Our Souls, Mankind, is full of horrid, brilliant light:
With the First Fire of Men was simply set,
These thought reflective was simply set:

So here now I stand now as human, as self:
With these drunken thoughts and given lot
That life has found good to give to me.
And with the gift of mind, I write these silly little thoughts
In hopes that others will see what I perceive.

Even drunken words, after all, have little strips of wisdom.

 

[Teri-Teri]

As young soldiers die,
the rich will get everything;
the poor will lose all.