The Poetry Corner

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  1. faust

    faust New Member

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    Here is one of mine:

    I want to come with you

    I want to come with you
    away from the dead, the dumb, the deaf, the blind
    away from the fake, the immoral, the callous, the insecure
    away from the bleak, the bland, the robots, the servants, the slaves

    away from the metal, the plastic, the vinyl
    away from the senseless, the defenseless, the brainless
    away from the seemingly secure; give me insecurity
    throw me into the fire of uncertainty, I want to feel alive

    please, i’m begging you, let me feel
    let emotions flow, let not the dullness destroy me
    do not fail me, I am yours, faithful, strong, loyal
    with integrity in my heart, I don’t need a gun to feel like a man

    away from the greed, away from that peasant gold of
    material wealth brings spiritual death
    I don’t care if this has no form, no rhyme
    It has a direction and I dare follow

    I dare breathe, please let me live, let me give
    Believe, knowledge, please let me feel life
    let me strive, spread your wings, extend your hand
    I don’t want to pretend, it takes so much energy to pretend

    I want to feel blood flow through my veins
    I want to hear my thoughts loud and clear
    I want to be free of the **** and the mockery
    let the rat world be for the rats

    illusion of freedom, security, decency
    so fake, so fake, so fake, so fake
    flaky, dull, old, imprisoned minds
    this is not mine, this is not true
    this is not what ought to be, this is not free, this is not me
     
  2. ahhGucci

    ahhGucci Active Member

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    Well campers, a person showed me a picture of Twiggy, an Icon of the 60's. I felt different after I saw it. I noticed a change. The words in my head had come to my mouth. I wrote them down as they came out.

     
  3. purplelucrezia

    purplelucrezia New Member

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    To think that Twiggy could inspire so much...
     
  4. just Anna

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    WOW beautiful ahhGucci and faust!!!
     
  5. just Anna

    just Anna New Member

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    my first english poem:

     
  6. ahhGucci

    ahhGucci Active Member

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    Anna, that is a poem and a half. Bravo. Faust, sorry I didnt read your poem earlier, I appreciated it though. I like your style.
     
  7. faust

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    Thank you. I like your style too, it flows well. Here is another one in that case

    Can't stop writing.

    I sublimate my pain into a thousand words
    Thus making art of life distraught
    Thus finding beauty in the misery of mine
    As I am laying rhymes on top of rhymes

    The words are there and so I play these toys
    Before insanity my sanity destroys
    Before I let my anger drive me low
    Before I let my weakness flow

    Upon my heart the waterfall of words
    Sprays rhymes that drive away the foes
    Of darkness that each has on the inside
    The waterfall them drowns, and then subsides

    And I remain calm, peaceful, and relaxed
    I use my pen instead of drugs
    It brings me back the balance in my life
    It courteously misdirects the knife

    That was aimed straight into my weary heart
    The knife flies by, as rhymes depart
    From my soul travel to my funny mind
    And from it onto paper way they find

    And so I write, like many others write
    Like many others reasons try to find
    For living life, for the existing pain
    Although it seems that our search is vain

    What reason’s there? Looks like none at all
    So I accept that, and as I pay the toll
    I keep my pride, and my awareness intact
    I look around and analyze the facts

    And pile up experiences to fulfill my life,
    Fulfill my life – maybe that’s where the answer lies
    To never ending brooding of my thoughts
    Fulfillment is the meaning that I’ve sought

    Who knows, who knows… for now it seems to work
    There’s nothing else convincing no one spoke
    As to the question of existence, still it hangs
    And gnaws at us with poisonous fangs


    However, I do find that I have kept my cool
    That I’ve escaped the existential pool
    That I have raised my head to look ahead
    Still knowing that one day I will be dead

    So what? Should I feel scared of that fact?
    Should that thought nail me to my bed?
    Should I each day escape or dread?
    Should I not laugh, but weep instead?

    Oh no, those thoughts are not for me
    Instead I’ll live aware and free
    Instead I will fulfill my life
    Instead I’ll battle, try and strive

    And make life fun while I’m at that
    No heaven waits for me ahead
    No hell below, no devils smile at me
    No angels make me feel my glee

    No god will judge me when I die
    No higher power watches on TV my life
    No fear instilled in me from early age
    No fate is predetermining my way

    Is that not reason to rejoice?
    That I control my life by choice
    Although the circumstance on me does weigh
    Yet I decide how heavy its relay

    Hence, I don’t cry, I only bite my lip
    When life my heart unscrupulously whips
    But I rejoice with all my flesh and soul
    Those moments when true happiness unfolds
     
  8. ahhGucci

    ahhGucci Active Member

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    I think faust has an admirer, not to say any names,
    *cough Anna *cough :innocent:
     
  9. faust

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    :flower: thank you.

    95% (out of which 40% is in Russian language) is hand-written, but you guys are making me want to post them. So, here is another one...

    My doorbell rang tonight
    I opened the door on a chain
    There she stood in dim light
    Beaten, broken and pale

    “And who will you be?” I her asked
    Bewildered and somewhat amused
    Here face was a terrible mask
    Of pain, it was all black and blue

    “I’m LOVE,” she said and she smiled
    As she looked me straight in the eye
    I saw sparks brighter than fire
    “I came here to stay and to die

    I wondered too long on this planet
    I’ve tried to be open and true
    I wanted to be never ending
    But everyone said, “I hate you”

    The housewives beat me with purses
    And drowned me in their perfume
    Men lured me with silky voices
    Then raped me from midnight till noon

    Old ladies chased me with brooms
    And children threw stones at my back
    Each day I saw nothing but gloom
    Each day there was something I lacked

    I aimlessly wandered, still hoping
    To find someone decent and kind
    But people were stepping and stomping
    And so I decided to hide

    I left them, confused and demolished
    I’m looking for somewhere to sleep
    If you’d allow me to stay in the shed
    So there I can quietly weep”

    With trembling hands I ripped off the chain
    And hurriedly opened the door
    “There is a bed where you can lay,
    I always sleep on the floor”

    I made her some coffee, bacon and toast
    I ripped my blanket in half
    I watched her until in the sleep she was lost
    Till lighter became her deep breath

    Next morning we talked and looked at the sky
    And then we walked by the sea
    I taught her to live and she taught me to fly
    And now she stays here with me
     
  10. purplelucrezia

    purplelucrezia New Member

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    I really like that last poem faust... Very beautiful... :flower:
     
  11. purplelucrezia

    purplelucrezia New Member

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    This was written about a story that surfaced in the papers about a year ago. Hopefully the poem isn't too confusing, but I was basically concerned about the "sale" of these unborn children. :wacko:

    "Victory!"
    cries the little man with a spotted bow tie
    and dances compulsively
    around the DNA in a petri dish.
    "Ooh, I thought it was a myth!"
    Mrs. Brodie of Maplewood Lane
    Clutches her darling hubby's arm
    And glows
    "Ten-thousand dollars and a used computer"
    Proclaims a garishly decorated web site
    Don't fret if the price is too high for you though
    You only pay half price
    If you get a disabled specimen.
    "Surrogacy!" the newspapers shriek
    "The sale of human life is going on right here in our city!"
    The House of Commons agrees
    With the sentiment
    "We are deeply disturbed,"
    Mrs. Brodie nods earnestly
    At her fascinated neighbours
    "Deeply disturbed,"
    the downcast scientist
    mutters at his tangled shoelaces.
    We are all
    Deeply disturbed, they tell us
    Only Tracie-Lou,
    Standing at her street corner,
    Laughs.
     
  12. purplelucrezia

    purplelucrezia New Member

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    Love your poem lilliojAnna, by the way... :blush:
     
  13. just Anna

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    Thankyou.. I LOVE yours!!! :woot:
     
  14. ahhGucci

    ahhGucci Active Member

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    I love all your poems by the way!
     
  15. purplelucrezia

    purplelucrezia New Member

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    TO A FRIEND

    I ask but one thing of you, only one,
    That always you will be my dream of you;
    That never shall I wake to find untrue
    All this I have believed and rested on,
    Forever vanished, like a vision gone
    Out into the night. Alas, how few
    There are who strike in us a chord we knew
    Existed, but so seldom heard its tone
    We tremble at the half-forgotten sound.
    The world is full of rude awakenings
    And heaven-born castles shattered to the ground,
    Yet still our human longing vainly clings
    To a belief in beauty through all wrongs.
    O stay your hand, and leave my heart its songs!

    Amy Lowell
     
  16. HBoogie

    HBoogie Procrastinator.

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    I think I prefer Robert. ;)

     
  17. softgrey

    softgrey flaunt the imperfection

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    uuhhh...i'm a little speechless...faust...i think i need a stiff drink after those... the rest of you too...very thoughtful words...words can have such power in the right hands... :heart:

    really...astonishingly good... :heart: not for the faint of heart...
     
  18. faust

    faust New Member

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    thank you :heart:
     
  19. Annako

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    Desert

    Amidst the cactus needles
    I stray into the desert
    From flowing waters fresh
    To prickling of my flesh
    My feet are burned by scorching grains
    My eyes are closed by glare
    From cheerful life without a doubt,
    I collapse into this draught
    My yearning heart for what has been
    Bestows on my mind a curse
    For guiding my unwilling feet
    Into this gorging heat
    Alas, a wind has touched my hair
    Dried up the sweat at my brow
    It comes to me as a sign
    That I shall not evaporate with this line.
     
  20. Annako

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    How cold it must have been where you are from
    How far you must have traveled away from home

    How many miles and stones passed under your feet
    As you were walking, towards where the sky and ocean meet

    As you were following the rainbow through the rain
    As you walked over needles, and your feet bled pain

    And when they had said, “just follow your dreams”
    How hard that is! When nothing is as it seems

    When blooming flowers turn to cactus’ at touch
    When babies turn to monsters as you watch

    And so you walked on past them, regretting nothing on your way
    And watched the stars at night, and glowing sun at day

    Your thoughts would guide you through the gloomy show
    Unmasking every stranger, and making friend or foe

    You walked past tempting masquerades and balls
    You walked through caves, instead of banquet halls

    Your eyes did not feast upon the shallow beauty women wore
    Your heart wouldn’t rush, it waited for the one you would adore

    Her warmth heats up your freezing hands and shivering chest
    Her nature, true and decent, at once, puts your thoughts to rest

    And then one night, when you two lay together down to sleep
    You watch her, see her feet bleed, and you weep

    She walked, like you, stepping over needles, bringing pain
    Yet smiling, holding on, and you understand, that nothing was in vain

    Your paths inevitably met, and once they met, they sparked
    A fire from the footprints left, from the road now marked

    And finally, you watch the sunset light the tops of trees
    The beauty that you know, she too, sees

    You are both warriors, strong at heart
    You both knew about each other from the start

    But walked your separate ways, searching for the true and real
    And found each other, and now see how you feel!

    No bother, no need, no want, and no denial
    Keep each other safe and far away from vile

    And now your feet, and hers, have healed
    And now, your friendship is with love, sealed

    Your true companionship leads you to that very place
    Where the sky and ocean meet, to which you walked for days.

    And now you need your feet no more as you take flight
    And now you know, she loves you, with all her might.
     

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