User Poetry

[ravenlife]

Dont really have any idea as to what the structure of my poetry is, more just rambles, but heres a couple of old ones (you can read the rest of my cr*p on the site) - which btw needs updating with new stuff, but im really very lazy and typing out from my notebooks is not my idea of fun!

Lost Siblings

Her eyes stare blankly at nothing at all.
Her smile never fades not even in death.
Not another beat of the heart, not one more breath.
Such a lonely place, life, after a death.

Her eyes stare blankly at nothing at all
Pictures of lost siblings hang on the wall.

Pain and Regret

From the wind that rustles the trees
From the wind that stirs the leaves,
I hear the word in its silent whisper
It taunts me with its unheard voice.

In the rush of the tides wave
In the rush, one word it gave,
Not the same but something worse.

With the thunder that rolls up high
With the thunder, it came from the sky
Both words this time.

And with the rain,
The feelings met
The terrible pain
And the regret.

Darkest Night

The darkest night of my life
Is growing ever near.
I thought maybe I should play it safe
So I hid away in fear.

Now I see the morning light
But in my place I stay
Because the darkest night of my life
was not yesterday.

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lots of stuff to read in this thread, perhaps a poetry ebook would be good

[Reyben]

It is required of me by personal tradition that, should I come across an open poetry thread, I post the following. It was the first poem I ever wrote and kept. It's for good luck.

Pennies

Penny for the widow.

One finds the world
a falling seed
we dine
and drink
on finest wine
from ship to shore
to seek
but more
from greed
for gifts
our spirit lifts.

Farthing for the bride.

If much is found
to lose, thus lost
and much is gained
to have, thus hold
Watch the seas
from salty cliffs
the gulls, they fly
the Sirens call.

Pound for the daughter.

Follow those
who came before
after those
who fell at the door

Fiver for the son.

Who rises
(fields of roses)
and stands tall
and defiant
the colossus
taller still
the angry clockwork giant.

Money for the family
toss it down the well
Money for the family
to the gates of hell.

We come
from quests
of length imperious
faces solemn
our tones so serious
return to shore
of solid mind
with treasure troves
-the wonders, still ours to find.

We all fall down
At the door.

Come gather round, small children
listen to the tale
of fallen kings
and angry dragons
come listen to the story
of lost souls
and those of us who came before

.

This... isn't:

Hear me roar

Wacca

There’s no light
At the end
Of this tunnel

Wacca

The dead sing
In lines of four
Come to us
They call
And be no more.

Wacca

There are walls
Of black and blue
No escape
So I’m running to-

Wacca

-The end of the line
To reach it in time
For my day, which starts at nine
With the ring of a bell
And the buzz of a clock
And ten hours of work
As an office-clerk

Wacca

But before all that
My soul is trapped
By the tunnel and maze
In a blood-red haze
Of wrath and revenge
Slipping ’round the bend
Where I’ll find some drugs
-A heavensend.

Wacca

The pills are lying
On the floor
I gobble the biggest
And tremble-
With awe

Wacca

Awe at my might
The sudden urge to fight
Come get me, dear ghosts
The bet of my life
Is that the unsettled dead
Can always die twice

Wacca! Wacca!

The walls closing in
The clock ticking down
In this corridor
These cubicals
These computer-lined booths
With papers whirling around
The gun in my hand
The pills in my mouth
My boss, who’s a jerk
The ghosts
Before work

Wacca! Wacca! Wacca!

The pills are the power
The power is mine
We all have our ways
Of showing a sign

I will not be crushed
By empty souls

Time’s running out
The clock’s ticking down
But just for five minutes
The power is mine

WACCA!

I am Pac-Man
Hear me roar.

.

[GeoffC]

A bit of a rebellious nature for this one ....




they’ve got us by the shorts,
and by the curlies,
cutting our gonads off.

prostituting us
upon their glory;
thanking us
but how?

by

kicking when we're down;
shredding our dreams,
once mighty, high and proud.

insidious deeds devised,
to justify.

grown men weep and ladies wail,
all now lost.

but to some avail
a moment blessed;
chance renewed
and life, fresh reviewed.

they once had us by the shorts
and by the curlies too .....

© 12 August 2009

[dreams]

Due to the high volume of posting, I seemed to have missed seeing this both yesterday and today..

@GeoffC Glad you revived this thread with new work. Beautiful.

@ravenlife and Reyben It's lovely of you both to contribute and share with us. Thank you.

[GeoffC]

Resurrecting the thread ....

Tuesday October the 6th 2009.
Eleven AM.


There was I,
sat at the open window
sipping a cup of coffee noir.

Incidently,
they'd over-charged me,
but give them their due,
they did accept their error
and compensated me.

Looking out the window,
the pavements getting wet.
People strolling by,
one by one, or
two by two - hand in hand;
or groups of 3 or 4 - or more.

He's on his mobile phone,
she's listening to her iPod.
He's carrying a bag,
she, her coat over her arm;
and the pavement's getting wet.

There's a group of five,
she's on her own.
Ah! the first with cigarette,
that's smoke's into my eyes;
and the pavement's getting wet.

Cobbles in the road,
greys and whites,
yellows and orange,
and red;
all shining in the wet.

He's on his own,
those two with a pushchair
tiny hands up and waving.
she's got a cap on;
and the pavement's getting wet.

She's a-smoking,
drifting in my window.
Baby in a pushchair,
dad's smoking too;
all the while, the pavement's getting wet.

That's a nice red beret,
a delivery van goes past.
she's eating a baquette, he's chewing gum.
they went that-a-way a moment ago, coming back no doubt;
and the pavement's getting wet.

Still no brolly, though
as the pavement's getting wet.

She's wearing red stilettoes
and there's a pair of knee-high boots.
orange shoes, Sir ! rather bright ?
sunshades ! an optomist !
as the pavement's getting wet.

That skirt is rather short !
and his cap is not on straight.
There's a black cat sitting in the dry.
still no brolly though;
and the pavement's getting wet.

That's a heavy bag he's carrying
and that looks like a Prada, yes ?
he's drinking water
but she's into Coke;
all whilst that pavement's getting wet.

That Samoyed's got a limp
black cat's skittering off.
Policeman, Sir, your hat's not on square.
Taxi passes slowly by
and the pavement's getting wet.

Life is passing by.
Hey !
shouldn't you two be at school ?

A-hah !
a brolly
but rolled up !
Still,
the pavements nice and wet.

[GeoffC]

Autumn (Villanelle form)

weep now, for warmer days are done,
and summer's golden rays grow dim;
alas, autumn chill nights have won.

bid adeiu, now, those days of fun,
as seasons spin and dance a hymn;
weep now, for warmer days are done.

winter comes too soon; cry begone!
will ever global warming win?
alas, autumn chill nights have won.

days grow weary as nights stretch on,
Selene and Jack tryst, on a whim;
weep now, for warmer days are done.

broad, ancient woods become as one,
golden leaves fall from aching limb;
alas, autumn chill nights have won.

another season's duty run
its guided course, as time doth spin.
weep now, for warmer days are done,
alas, autumn chill nights have won.


* * * * * * * * * *

Autumn II

summer leaves do darken now,
and leaves but a rich autumn panoply,
Mother Nature's Tao.

weep now, for warmer days are done,
well worn from toil 'cross northern lands,
and summer's golden rays fall dim.
bid fare ye well to waning sun,
that sets now over southern sands.

weep now, for warmer days are done.
those days of yore, so full of fun.

as season spanned we danced, and sinned,
and summer's golden rays now slowly dim.

fare ye well oh golden orb
come ye back some summer day
and dance a hymn
to Mother natures due command,
no simple melody there ....

weep now, for warmer days are done.
those days of yore, so full of fun.

[dreams]

Tuesday October the 6th 2009.
Eleven AM.
Ah, sitting back to view the hoi polloi with a nice cuppa "all whilst that pavement's getting wet". I like the pictures this one creates.

Autumn (Villanelle form)(my favorite of the two Autumns).
This is exactly how I am feeling as I have to start changing my clothing to match the weather...."weep now, for warmer days are done" , as "alas, autumn chill nights have won."

Bravo, GeoffC!! These are very nice!! Have you decided to gather all your poetry into a book yet?

[GeoffC]

For interested parties...

Poetry - compilation of poetry in this thread upto around July 2009. Created with Sigil [Looking at this file through ADE it hasn't retained any of its structure, though the file looks good on Sigil itself - hopefully someone with a reader can double check for me].

Further Ramblings - a wip which will see additions (I hope) ....

enjoy ...

Edited : 22 Oct. 2009

I found the formats of poetry.epub to be extremely poor and have spent a great deal of time learning to improve....hence the additions ....largish files probably due to photographs !

book_ADE (poetry with a few colour photographs for ADE?)
book_b&w (poetry with b&w versions for most readers)

[dreams]

GeoffC!

I have tomorrow off, so unless I have to help with a lot of storm cleanup, I plan on loading your books up, sitting out on the patio, and reading.

[Taylor514ce]

in the early hours
rain on the splashblocks...
are you awake?

[GeoffC]

Originally Posted by Taylor514ce

in the early hours
rain on the splashblocks...
are you awake?

Yeh hey !

The Master is awake and back with the thread ....

[kennyc]

Wow. I was oblivious to this thread til now. Thanks for the other posting GeoffC that led me here.

[GeoffC]

Originally Posted by kennyc

Wow. I was oblivious to this thread til now. Thanks for the other posting GeoffC that led me here.

[dreams]

Originally Posted by GeoffC

For interested parties...

Poetry - compilation of poetry in this thread upto around July 2009. Created with Sigil [Looking at this file through ADE it hasn't retained any of its structure, though the file looks good on Sigil itself - hopefully someone with a reader can double check for me].

Further Ramblings - a wip which will see additions (I hope) ....

enjoy ...

I had a day of sunshine in between the rain, so I was able to sit and enjoy your poetry..

I laughed at "It's been a Pig.." and of course enjoyed "Rain". I did indeed "weep now for warmer days are done," in the poem "Autumn".

Thank you so much for sharing your poetry and for taking the time to format them into epub for us.

Originally Posted by Taylor514ce

in the early hours
rain on the splashblocks...
are you awake?

Taylor514ce!!

Welcome again... we missed you!!

[kennyc]

Originally Posted by GeoffC

For interested parties...

Poetry - compilation of poetry in this thread upto around July 2009. Created with Sigil [Looking at this file through ADE it hasn't retained any of its structure, though the file looks good on Sigil itself - hopefully someone with a reader can double check for me].

Further Ramblings - a wip which will see additions (I hope) ....

enjoy ...

So just for clarification Geoff, these are compilations of YOUR poetry from this thread, right?

The thread itself is open for anyone to post poetry to, right?

Thanks and sorry if I've misunderstand.