New Poetry Thread

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

It's a blatantly obvious poem, Heretic, written in less than five minutes. It is an anti-war, anti-corporation, anti-greed poem that's a complaint of what Bush has done to the U.S.

[Heretic]

Obviously. Of course. Indeed. No doubt, etc.

I just had to confirm, because some poems are too obscure to get a clear picture, and this might be one of them, tactically disguised as an anti-bush poem.

[mirinda]

That one too dark for you Heretic? Oh you would not like my others then. Though that one expresses more anger than I usually put in.

[Heretic]

Well, not tonight. If it has to do with today's issues, I wouldn't want to dive into those visually before I go to sleep.

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

It's a clear picture, Heretic.

And I'm sure I know what mir's was about, but I'll say it not......

[mirinda]

Ah, well I would not hold that against you. I do hope you'll frequent here.

[Heretic]

i remember reading a poem about a hotdog, except it wasn't about a frankfurter...

that is why I must be cautious on determining the theme.

[mirinda]

Well my themes are usually EXACTLY what they appear to be.

In poetry at least.

[Heretic]

ok, I can trust that Mananorion does the same. Right? Right?

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

Uh oh.....misspelled my name there Heretic.

That's one reason I prefer "Karn".

[Heretic]

Ok, I'll refer you as Karn from now on.

[Heretic]

I must leave this era and come back the next

as I shall ritually lay down

and place the shawl of death on me

for my spirit shall journey to the next universe

where limitless worlds are built and destroyed within a second

I shall wander aimlessly in the Utopia of bliss and thought

but do not fret, for I shall return back to my still body

to a brand new age of activity and fun.

Farewell, my friends

and see you in the future.

Basically, good night everyone in poetry terms. Man, I should get this one published.

[mirinda]

Don't feel bad. I called him Manorian the first few days he was here.

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

Hehehe. I'm not QUITE stuck with the name, but I'm used to it.

[Precise Calibre]

You seek to reach that star in the night sky

A star beyond your hands, beyond your eyes

No matter how hard you look, it evades sight

Hiding in the radiance of brighter stars

The others care not for your woes, your pain

How then shall you reach this hiding star?

What you seek most is what will evade you

Are you truly seeking anything at all?

It must exist or others would leave you be

Why would they stop you from seeking nothing?

How then shall you reach this hiding star?

Fly to your hopes on wings made from the night sky

Can you trust those who have given you flight?

A flight born of the mind, fueled by the soul

Can you fly on wings made of broken promises?

Can you fly on wings made of dying dreams?

The star wishes to be found, to be embraced

Do not become lost amongst the cold winds of doubt

The star will not acknowledge the faint of heart

To fail or falter is to never return from the void...