Do You Write Poetry?

[Rawled Demha]

[quote=scalem X;861250]
-Some knowledge never known (get it? kn-n-kn )
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i think ill use this - some knowledge will never be known.

thanks mr(s) scalem - for some really randomly strange reason, i would never have thought to put it like that.

and lol, by hackneyed do we mean - the 'dog and the bone' in place of the telephone? for indeed it does leave me slack kneed and most certainly is a crime - i luv it!

[scalem X]

thanks mr(s) scalem - for some really randomly strange reason, i would never have thought to put it like that.

I am male thank you as my profile states .

I shall forgive you if you eat this peanut! *coughcursedcough*

[Allegra]

I just remembered something Douglas Adams wrote about poet Lallafa in Life, The Universe And Everything, which cracked me up so much - not being parodic here, I used to love poetry - here is what he wrote:

"There is or was, a poet. His name was Lallafa, and he wrote what are widely regarded throughout the Galaxy as being the finest Poems in existence, the Songs of Long Land.

They are/were unspeakably wonderful. That is to say, you couldn't speak very much of them at once without being so overcome with emotion, truth and a sense of the wholeness and oneness of things that you wouldn't pretty soon need a brisk walk round the block, possibly pausing at a bar on the way back for a quick glass of perspective and soda. They were that good."

[dustinzgirl]

The Baby

What's this,
The light of my heart
Infinite and perfect

Where's this,
Warm, a brighter day
A moment, very small

Who's this,
A whisp of childhood
Cuddled against my breast

[Rawled Demha]

Originally Posted by scalem X

I shall forgive you if you eat this peanut! *coughcursedcough*

yay. peanuts are tasty! especially the dangerous ones...

[scalem X]

yay. peanuts are tasty! especially the dangerous ones...

welcome to the pack you now my third zombie minion follower, congratulations.

woohoo two converts in a week, the peanuts are working.

[dustinzgirl]

Sca,
An unknown musical note.

Lem,
A lovely space float.

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[scalem X]

ow a poem for me, how dearly sweet
were it not late I'd write a poetic reply
So strong it'd sweep you of your feet
Alas the time so fast it can quickly fly

Oh I admit mylady DG, It's not just the time,
I would not dare to try and rhyme
and think it worty your name,
it would be such a crime

[ysabara]

It's great to see so many poets out there

Here is one of mine ~ hope you like it!

The Kiss

This breath that we have shared

I never want to release it

I hold it within me

Warm with your warmth

I hold it within me

As I cannot hold your tongue

Or your lips against mine

This breath that we have shared

I never want to release it

Because, then one day

Some stranger will inhale it

This breath that we have shared

This kiss....

[thecommabandit]

Do I? Of course! I'd feel like I'm hijacking the thread if I posted all of it, so I'll put my favourites down:


Finding You
Her name was Kayla.
She was a vision of beauty,
About 5’ 9” with red hair, highlighted with blonde reaching to her waist, where it ended in beads,
She had a perfect face and wore no make-up, except for the pattern scrawled in eye-liner upon her left cheek,
She was a skateboarder, politically conscious and a vegetarian,
She was a free spirit, took no taboos to heart and talked regularly about ‘unladylike’ things,
I met her at the skate-park, she fell off the half-pipe and grazed her bare shoulder,
She looked up at me and laughed, I helped her up and she introduced herself,
It started as a friendship, nothing more than innocently hanging out together,
Until one day, I realized I had a crush on her,
I said nothing. How could I say anything?
She didn’t exist.
She came to me in a dream, pushed away my nightmares and stole my day-dreams,
When I was bored, I would forsake all else and sleep, just to see her once more,
I would tell her of my dilemma (not mentioning the fact she didn’t exist)
She smiled slightly and said, with a sympathetic voice
“Don’t worry, I’ll be here for you whenever you have some spare time.”
And that was that.
I tried to lessen my visits, my friends were getting worried,
But I couldn’t resist, and that was the time that I realized,
I loved her.
It made no sense, how could I love her?
She was nothing more than chemicals and electricity in my brain,
Or was she?
I told her how I felt.
She understood and felt the same,
She took to my arms and stayed there for hours,
Until my mother came and woke me up.
I yelled at her, I was just so angry,
Then I felt guilty, not for yelling, but for leaving Kayla so suddenly,
When I found her again, I apologized,
But she was confused, I had just said I needed to leave and left, hadn’t I?
Again I felt guilty, she was so oblivious as she stared at me,
It felt so wrong, to keep it from her, but I was afraid if I told her she would dissapear,
At that moment I left, saying to her simply:
“I have a lot to do, bye” She waved and I woke myself up.
It felt so bad I could’ve killed myself, but that would’ve killed her too.
All I wanted was to fall asleep and never wake up again,
To spend the rest of time inside my head with her.
Then a thought came upon me.
What if she did exist? What if she was somewhere in the world?
My mind might’ve found her, a perfect match, and shown her to me.
All that would be left to do would be to find her,
But how was I supposed to do that? I was too young to leave home with my parents’ permission,
I couldn’t tell anyone else.
But was else was I supposed to do? Rot in this blissful hell until I was eighteen?
By that time she might’ve changed, might’ve got on with life and found someone,
Might’ve forgotten me.
No, that can’t happen, it won’t happen.
But I could see no other way.
I decided to go to the skate-park, to try and take my mind off things for a while,
I couldn’t bear to see her again.
I was leaning against the scaffolding of the half-pipe, when I heard a yelp,
I looked round to see who it was, a few people were blocking my view.
No.
It couldn’t be.
Could it?
Shaking all over, I walked around to get a clear view.
Waist-length hair ending in beads.
Smudged black marks on a cheek.
I helped her up, she turned her emerald eyes to mine.
“Kayla?” I stuttered.
“Mark?” She stammered back.
Yes.
It was.
Forsaking the pain from her oozing elbow, she grasped me tightly in her embrace,
“I found you…” She whispered.

(It's not one of my best written but I personally love the sentiment and romance of it.)


That Place

I'd like to take you to a place where the sky is clear;
where the sun does not burn.

I'd like to take you to a place where the rain is warm;
where we can lay down, get soaked.

I'd like to take you to a place where the wind is kind;
to caress your skin like it should.

I'd like to take you to a place where there is no sound;
save for our breath and feet in the sand.

(I dedicate this one to my muse but shhhhh! Don't tell her!)



As these orbs dance,
To the unheard melody of Creation,
Sung far beyond our comprehension,
By those celestial.

Dancing through the Void,
Watched by the distant Gods,
Caressed by barren light,
Trapped by the laws.

They swing,
and they circle
and they never stop.

Our failure and our folly,
Our efforts and our empires,
Are as whispers in the dark.

All our joys, and all our sorrows,
Ring silent in their domain.

The orbs dance on.

(This one's still in progress. I want to add another stanza to add to the symmetry of it but I can't think of anything to put in said stanza.)

[Leisha]

Originally Posted by thecommabandit

That Place

I'd like to take you to a place where the sky is clear;
where the sun does not burn.

I'd like to take you to a place where the rain is warm;
where we can lay down, get soaked.

I'd like to take you to a place where the wind is kind;
to caress your skin like it should.

I'd like to take you to a place where there is no sound;
save for our breath and feet in the sand.

(I dedicate this one to my muse but shhhhh! Don't tell her!)

I like this one best. I wish I could find such a place. Sounds very romantic!

[dustinzgirl]

Originally Posted by thecommabandit

Do I? Of course! I'd feel like I'm hijacking the thread if I posted all of it, so I'll put my favourites down:


As these orbs dance,
To the unheard melody of Creation,
Sung far beyond our comprehension,
By those celestial.

Dancing through the Void,
Watched by the distant Gods,
Caressed by barren light,
Trapped by the laws.

They swing,
and they circle
and they never stop.

Our failure and our folly,
Our efforts and our empires,
Are as whispers in the dark.

All our joys, and all our sorrows,
Ring silent in their domain.

The orbs dance on.

(This one's still in progress. I want to add another stanza to add to the symmetry of it but I can't think of anything to put in said stanza.)

I like this one, it does need a bit of work, but its very lovely.

[BUSHLEADER]

Africa - Blood and Dust:

Africa, where bloodstained dust, taints rivers greatly flowing,
Where arrow flies and poison cries, and snares await their calling,
Where forests hide the darkened heart, and screams; the hot wind blowing,
Where water mocks the blackened lips, or roars victoriously falling.

Let’s talk of sun, and sea and sand, and palm trees gently swaying,
Of saline pure and glint azure, and naked children playing,
And lateen sails and humps of whales, and bottle-noses spraying,
Of bones of fish and empty shells, where ghost-crabs scuttle preying.

Africa, where, in Sumerian tales, Adam was lonely walking,
Where rib and dust were sinful bound, by rosy apple withering,
And Vulcan’s roar, the Pygmies tell, was that of Creative talking,
And serpent on his belly full, forever there is slithering.

Let’s talk of cheetah, lion and snake, and elephant dawn-walking,
Of teeth and claw, savannah roar, and vultures feast a-routing
Of sleek gazelle and crocodile, and leopard darkness stalking,
Decay of death, blood in the dust, feeds grass, fresh green a-sprouting.

Africa, where desert sands, blow endless dunes a-shifting,
Where wrinkled eyes, in shemagh shrouds, espy the falcon lifting,
On winds of spirit, scirocco sighs, the yellow chaff a-sifting,
And dromedary ships unmoored, across the sea are drifting.

Let's talk of pirates and chests of gold, and sacks of spice outpouring,
And palaces and ancient mosques, and coffee-sellers hailing,
Of chains and wailings in the night, and slave-ships at their moorings,
And coconuts and caravans, and creaking dhows a-sailing.

I speak of Africa, and golden joys, and plastic bags a-blowing,
Of leopard skin, and fly-whisk grin, and Mercedes-Benz a-gleaming,
Of slippers silk, and fingers jewelled; and bent backs, seeds a-sowing,
Of Parliament tall, and mud hut small…and orphans, quietly screaming.



© 2002 Steve Foreman

[HardScienceFan]

She keeps my thought flying,
like magnificent birds of prey,
she is the light,undying,
keeping the darkness at bay,
**********
keep it short keep it simple
Ben's 'wisdom on loo tiles'

[Leisha]

Very nice, HSF. It says something from the heart.

Also liked Bushleader's poem too. It flows very well.