User Poetry

[GeoffC]

igglestheclown !!!!

Interesting style ....

[Donnageddon]

not when the atmosphere ignited
nor when belly buttons were discovered
fore-tolled the
end

not the ruptured sea bed
or apple throat-ed swallows of pride and prejudice betrayed by veins of blue gushed certainty

not the taint of silicon or feint of rust

dried blood red flakes of decrepit forgotten dreams

impressed on crusty arid sands of gunpowder
and gods


simply;

we went to lubricate the machine and forgot

how it worked


long passages of crossed hands and words with exclamation points and tribal lies

followed by:

quotes of ghosts
treasured chests of blurbs and revealed wisdom

spitted and arced and wimpered

but
no one remembered how it worked

watching the blue screens and scratching our heads


yesterday it seemed plain
one thing fit in the other thing and gears hummed (the comforting sound!)

but

it did not hum it laid there

quiet

cold dark

alien

an after image of the campfire when eyes are closed and the rain comes
the warmth a jesting memory

walking away - sneaking glimpses behind
to catch
the same reflection of furtive glance

fevered and confused

beneath the porch

waiting to remember

how it worked

[GeoffC]

Brilliant ....

[Donnageddon]

Thanks, GC.

Sometimes the only way you can express how you feel is by a good old fashioned free form poem.

I think I had this bottled up inside me. Good to let it out.

[GeoffC]

Originally Posted by Donnageddon

Thanks, GC.

Sometimes the only way you can express how you feel is by a good old fashioned free form poem.

I think I had this bottled up inside me. Good to let it out.

that's why poetry is such a good medium for expression ....

[kennyc]

Originally Posted by Donnageddon

not when the atmosphere ignited
nor when belly buttons were discovered
fore-tolled the
end

not the ruptured sea bed
or apple throat-ed swallows of pride and prejudice betrayed by veins of blue gushed certainty

not the taint of silicon or feint of rust

dried blood red flakes of decrepit forgotten dreams

impressed on crusty arid sands of gunpowder
and gods


simply;

we went to lubricate the machine and forgot

how it worked


long passages of crossed hands and words with exclamation points and tribal lies

followed by:

quotes of ghosts
treasured chests of blurbs and revealed wisdom

spitted and arced and wimpered

but
no one remembered how it worked

watching the blue screens and scratching our heads


yesterday it seemed plain
one thing fit in the other thing and gears hummed (the comforting sound!)

but

it did not hum it laid there

quiet

cold dark

alien

an after image of the campfire when eyes are closed and the rain comes
the warmth a jesting memory

walking away - sneaking glimpses behind
to catch
the same reflection of furtive glance

fevered and confused

beneath the porch

waiting to remember

how it worked

The Machine Stops!

Well done!

[GeoffC]

It is isn't it - there are a multitude of levels of interpretation one can put on this ...

[WT Sharpe]

Originally Posted by Donnageddon

not when the atmosphere ignited
nor when belly buttons were discovered
fore-tolled the
end

not the ruptured sea bed
or apple throat-ed swallows of pride and prejudice betrayed by veins of blue gushed certainty

not the taint of silicon or feint of rust

dried blood red flakes of decrepit forgotten dreams

impressed on crusty arid sands of gunpowder
and gods


simply;

we went to lubricate the machine and forgot

how it worked


long passages of crossed hands and words with exclamation points and tribal lies

followed by:

quotes of ghosts
treasured chests of blurbs and revealed wisdom

spitted and arced and wimpered

but
no one remembered how it worked

watching the blue screens and scratching our heads


yesterday it seemed plain
one thing fit in the other thing and gears hummed (the comforting sound!)

but

it did not hum it laid there

quiet

cold dark

alien

an after image of the campfire when eyes are closed and the rain comes
the warmth a jesting memory

walking away - sneaking glimpses behind
to catch
the same reflection of furtive glance

fevered and confused

beneath the porch

waiting to remember

how it worked

Very nice! It put me in mind of the short story we read a few months back in the Book Club: The Machine Stops by E.M. Forster. He envisioned a future world where people were completely dependent of self-maintaining machines. When they ultimately broke down, no one knew how to repair them, and the civilization was thrown into turmoil.

[WT Sharpe]

Originally Posted by kennyc

The Machine Stops!

Well done!

Great minds think alike!



...so do ours, evidently.

[kennyc]

Originally Posted by WT Sharpe

Great minds think alike!



...so do ours, evidently.

[Donnageddon]

Thank you gentlemen. I haven't read The Engine Stops, but I guess I will now!

[kennyc]

Originally Posted by Donnageddon

Thank you gentlemen. I haven't read The Engine Stops, but I guess I will now!

It's a fun short story that we read for the MR Book Club a few months back.

[WT Sharpe]

Originally Posted by Donnageddon

Thank you gentlemen. I haven't read The Engine Stops, but I guess I will now!

Just make sure you search for it by its proper title: "The Machine Stops".

[Donnageddon]

I am going to risk another submission. Like others presented here, this Is a song lyric. In the early 2000's after the death of my wife, and the more recent breakup of an engagement, I went through a not long lasting intense period of writing and recording songs. Another bit of cathartic release.

Dreams Not Need Spoken


I remember the day we met
It's a time i cant forget
With your red hair and copper eyes
Like a dream that never dies

Fireworks and ferris wheels
On that day my heat did steal
All the dreams of Diedrie
Happy as can be

Dreams not need spoken open eyes
Pollen petal butterfly sighs

Hand in hand we broke the backs
of all the crime and heart attacks
Life young lovers does provide
Drowned inside your copper eyes

I could only think of now
And the happiness we found
Nights of cafe clutches
Old hats
How could I forget that?

....

Old gloves they fit like a disease
Develop hate and dependency
Knowing what each other thought
Nightmare's closeness had brought us

Flying saucers broken wedding bands
Throats clutched by each others hands
I don't need you to forgive me
I just need to be

Dreams all left broken open eyes
Casual cruelty spiteful lies

Then today you asked me
"will you ever set me free?"
I said "yes" and walked away
Thinking thoughts of yesterday

Dreams not need spoken open eyes
Fireworks and ferris wheels
On that day my heart did steal
All the dreams of Deirdre
Happy as can be

Dreams not need spoken open eyes
New love awaits when another dies

I can remember the day we met

*those interested in low fi musical experimentation and tin Ear productions

Here

[dreams]

I am and continue to be impressed by the contributions to this thread. Bravo to all

Donnageddon, after reading your posting, I also listened to it. Thank you. I enjoyed listening.