Do You Write Poetry?

[Frank menser]

Actually it is more poetic than many I have read since it has an actual rhyme and rythmn to it.

Not bad.

~Frank

[Frank menser]

Here's something a bit dark and wicked....



ON THE WIRE
By Frank Menser

By the fence that split the hill
In the grass untrimmed and tangled.
It watched the wires threading through
In hopes that something tasty dangled.

Slept the owner of that spot
(A natural beast...or from the pit?).
No explanation can suffice,
Just that death’s blood satiates it.

Should it take notice of the road?
There cars and children pass each day.
It sleeps—yet filled with gnawing hunger,
It waits for those who walk its way.

There was a time one walked alone.
She sat upon the fence to rest.
A scratch of cloth, a bit of hair
Who knows what happened to the rest?

A cry was heard one evening past.
No one answered the pitiful screams
They ran from claw marks on the ground.
Rescuers found odd shapes it seems.

It was those tracks (?) burned in the grass,
That made the men all tell their wives
That this spot be cursed...condemned.
To be shunned for their very lives.

It’s now been weeks since it has fed.
It waits within the highest grass
The spot stays clear, but on the road
It smells the living things that pass.

Its hunger draws it from its den.
Its starving jaws all flecked with foam.
It waits for something on the road.
Something it can follow home.

[dustinzgirl]

Originally Posted by scalem X

If only

Scalem, I don't know if you realize how inviting and sexy your little poem is. Well done.

Originally Posted by Tamageta

Here's another one by me, no title yet, needs a little fleshing out.

Actually Tam, aside from the repetition of why (which makes it far to lamenting and kind of loses the original feel, IMO) I thought it was dang near perfect.

Originally Posted by daisybee

All hate and spite and fury
All laughter, smiles and sass

I loooooooove that line. And I think you are a pretty good poet. I don't so much like the repetition of I, A, and so forth, but each to thier own in that respect. Many people prefer the repetition of short words.

Originally Posted by HardScienceFan

Spur of the moment thing,just wrote it,sorry to inflict this on you all

HSF I like how your poem goes off rhythm. It gives a sense of immortal pain in an earth bound world. I'm glad you inflicted it on us! (Besides, if you read any of my stuff you know I'm all for painful inflictions, lol).

Originally Posted by Frank menser

Here's something a bit dark and wicked....



ON THE WIRE
By Frank Menser

The last stanza is, IMO, the best. It draws the darkness together, which is relatively hard to do in any writings. This poem stands out because it follows a plot line, while being emotionally related to fear, it is physically related to darkness. Good job capturing both elements.

I have to be frank, Frank, I don't particularily care for this stanza, the rhyme of screams and seems mingled with the word rescuers is hard to swallow when I read it outloud. Not meaning ot criticize, just giving my opinion!

Originally Posted by Frank menser

A cry was heard one evening past.
No one answered the pitiful screams
They ran from claw marks on the ground.
Rescuers found odd shapes it seems.

[HardScienceFan]

Ooh,Dusty you're too kind,really
Thank you

[daisybee]

His eyes are dark with fury
Her eyes a cornflower hue
I am a product of their hopes once,
My eyes are black and blue

His doubts became his prison
Her beauty ran him through
I am a witness to such cruelty
My thoughts are black and blue

His passion turned to anger
Her love to pastures new
I am the keeper of their secrets
My soul is black and blue

His trust became his poison
Her lies too long were true
I am a shadow in this dark place
My dreams are black and blue

His heart broke slow and silent
Her ice froze it in two
I am a stranger in this house now
My home is black and blue

He is consumed with failure
Her smiles betray no clue
I am a casualty of romance
My heart is black and blue

[HardScienceFan]

Oww,Daisybee,that was awesome,it truly was.
Honest to God,I,I,I,
sorry everybody,she touched a nerve here,this one took my breath away.
Words fail me Daisybee

[daisybee]

Thanks Ben

[HardScienceFan]

Now you wrote this for a reason,surely Daisybee.
It felt so.....
i could sense pain there
Something must have happened?

[daisybee]

It's about my parents.But don't we all have parent issues?

I wonder if a thread on peoples favourite poets and poems would find fans?

*Ponders*

[HardScienceFan]

Don't provoke me.
such a thread wouldn't be amiss.
Hey Daisybee, how about a thread with favourite sayings,pithy phrases,poems,perhaps lines from song lyrics,political speeches,anything that is inspirational,moving,profound?
"You can stand on a hill and wait for duck to fly into your mouth,but you'll get mighty hungry between meals?"
Women's eyes are like men's feet:large and moist

[daisybee]

Done! The thread is sorted.

[HardScienceFan]

Ok name?
Write,said Fred?

OOHH,you are quick

[daisybee]

Damn I should have thought of that! I went for Inspirational words & Other stuff. How dull. It's live! Woohoo! Calms down.

[hairymunky]

Only ever written one poem, and it was while helping
my daughter with homework. It is nowhere near as
good as the one's in this thread guys!!!!
Will see if she still has it, and maybe post it
(along with a english translation )

[hairymunky]

Found it, for all it is

Ballard O' Millie The Cat

She's a braw wee lamb
Bit whiles she's a bit o a bam
I'se tell ye, aboot that wee lamb,
That wee bam, A ca a pet

She'll bite yer taes, if yer no quick
Bit, then maybes she'll gee ye a lick
Jis like a lucky-bag
Ye never know whit ye'll git
If yi bend ower ti gie hur a pat
Better bi ready, ti shift like a bat
Fur if she gets a hoad o thoan haund
Surley she'll pou it tae shreads

“See thoan bloody cat!,” growls the wife
“Tak it tae the vet, an get it oot o ma face,”
“Nou, Nou,” says I, stricken wi grief
“She'll be guid, wan o these days!,”
“Weel, it better be shin, or am gonny lea!”

It's actually about our cat, Millie, who's a vicious wee rascal.
My wife hates her, and I'm quite attached to her ... always
a source of a row or two ....