The Poetry Hut

[Benjamin]

Just a little thread to post poems you have read or written yourself if you wish. :)


This poem is what got me into poetry when I was 14. It just touched my heart and mind in a way nothing else could do at that time of my life. :)

WILFRED OWEN

DULCE ET DECORUM EST

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.



http://www.warpoetry.co.uk/owen1.html

[Ammi]

A day the birds refused to sing
The stillness of your face
A fragment of my heart removed,
vacated, empty space
Heart wrenching cry, a kiss goodbye
I search but cannot find
Could the hands upon a clock
so easily rewind?
To be with you, to hold your hand
and guide you to your light
and know the battle had been won
Although you lost the fight
They say you're in a better place
but this I cannot see
What better place than on this earth
right here, right now with me
The birds are singing once again
Sweet messangers of song
I hear the whisper of your voice
'I'm here my love, be strong'

I lost someone very dear recently and still find it very difficult sometimes to come to terms because I didn't get the chance to say goodbye

[Benjamin]

A day the birds refused to sing
The stillness of your face
A fragment of my heart removed,
vacated, empty space
Heart wrenching cry, a kiss goodbye
I search but cannot find
Could the hands upon a clock
so easily rewind?
To be with you, to hold your hand
and guide you to your light
and know the battle had been won
Although you lost the fight
They say you're in a better place
but this I cannot see
What better place than on this earth
right here, right now with me
The birds are singing once again
Sweet messangers of song
I hear the whisper of your voice
'I'm here my love, be strong'

I lost someone very dear recently and still find it very difficult sometimes to come to terms because I didn't get the chance to say goodbye


Rhino did you write this poem? It's very emotionally provocative. :)

[Ammi]

Rhino did you write this poem? It's very emotionally provocative. :)

I'm no poet trust me but sometimes I like to write down my feelings when they start to consume me because it helps me to put things back into their box. I write things down because I find it hard still to open up to people and tell them how I feel and I am quite a guarded person which is ironic because the poem is all about not having told someone how much they affected my life and now never having the chance to do that - you'd think I'd learn lol

[Benjamin]

I'm no poet trust me but sometimes I like to write down my feelings when they start to consume me because it helps me to put things back into their box. I write things down because I find it hard still to open up to people and tell them how I feel and I am quite a guarded person which is ironic because the poem is all about not having told someone how much they affected my life and now never having the chance to do that - you'd think I'd learn lol



That looks like a poem to me :wink:

I'm the same, writing helps me release half the emotions that I struggle to get across to people otherwise. I'll add another poem later, maybe one I have written, gut to go to work in a bit.

But I do really like what you have written :)

[Novo]

Hickory dickory dock
This bitch was suckin my cock
The clock struck two
I dumped my goo
And dumped her to the end of the block

[Ammi]

Soft downy hair, a button nose
wriggle, giggle and twinky toes
Sparkling eyes that tell no lies
Soft caressing lullabies
Touching hands so full of hope
if you fall I'll be your rope
I wont betray your trust my sweet
All who seek harm will find defeat
and when you fly, I'll watch you soar
to heights I've never reached before
My heart and soul, my pride and joy
To gaze at you, my baby boy


lol I don't need to say who I wrote this for

[Livia]

Brilliant opening poem, Turtle. Genius is an often overused word, but not in Wilfred Owen's case. Robert Frost is one of my favourite poets, and this is one of my favourite poems of his:



The Road Less Travelled.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference

Robert Frost

[MTVN]

Just a little thread to post poems you have read or written yourself if you wish. :)


This poem is what got me into poetry when I was 14. It just touched my heart and mind in a way nothing else could do at that time of my life. :)

WILFRED OWEN

DULCE ET DECORUM EST

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.



http://www.warpoetry.co.uk/owen1.html

Great poem that, I'll probably include it when I do my English coursework after Christmas.

I'm studying William Blake in school at the moment, some of his poems are really good actually, this is one of my favourites, reflecting his view on organised religion:

The Garden of Love

I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And ‘Thou shalt not’ writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.

[Angus]

I held your hand as you quietly slept,
you never knew the tears I wept
and when you woke I stroked your cheek
and held you close, so frail and weak
Your eyes were full of love and pain
and sorrow filled my soul again
I whispered that I loved you so
till finally I let you go.

[Ammi]

I held your hand as you quietly slept,
you never knew the tears I wept
and when you woke I stroked your cheek
and held you close, so frail and weak
Your eyes were full of love and pain
and sorrow filled my soul again
I whispered that I loved you so
till finally I let you go.

Lovely Angus

[Mrluvaluva]

A day the birds refused to sing
The stillness of your face
A fragment of my heart removed,
vacated, empty space
Heart wrenching cry, a kiss goodbye
I search but cannot find
Could the hands upon a clock
so easily rewind?
To be with you, to hold your hand
and guide you to your light
and know the battle had been won
Although you lost the fight
They say you're in a better place
but this I cannot see
What better place than on this earth
right here, right now with me
The birds are singing once again
Sweet messangers of song
I hear the whisper of your voice
'I'm here my love, be strong'

I lost someone very dear recently and still find it very difficult sometimes to come to terms because I didn't get the chance to say goodbye

That's a lovely piece. Quite personal for yourself, but something others can relate to.

[Angus]

Lovely Angus

Thanks - I wrote that years ago when my mum died. Loved your poems too.:blush:

[Ammi]

Thanks - I wrote that years ago when my mum died. Loved your poems too.:blush:

yes to lose someone you love is hard, when they are your inspiration its a double whammy

[Ammi]

That's a lovely piece. Quite personal for yourself, but something others can relate to.

thank you yes most of us have lost someone we loved and grief is something you cannot share

[Benjamin]

Harps for the Hybrids



Collage the hybrids, serenade them with
bagpipes and harps, the French and Danish
have come to read the last prayer.

Chime the bells; the time has come to
remove the cloaks and polish the blade.
Death; ready made, moves through the
English men.

The women howl, despair echoed, across
the wet, cobbled streets.
The hybrids can only weep;
Such hollow response,
the Americans come at once.

Cease the bagpipes, let the harps hold
their harmony, let the hybrids hear the heavens
as the Scottish and Irish drink and dance
and the Welsh cook the last supper;
all eyes cast towards the woeful stage.

The time has arrived, engraved.
The Icelandic folk sing, the Estonians paint the scene.
The harps stop, silence and blades drop.
Heaven can no longer be saved.

[Jessica.]

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I was six when I first saw kittens drown.
Dan Taggart pitched them, 'the scraggy wee ****s',
Into a bucket; a frail metal sound,

Soft paws scraping like mad. But their tiny din
Was soon soused. They were slung on the snout
Of the pump and the water pumped in.

'Sure, isn't it better for them now?' Dan said.
Like wet gloves they bobbed and shone till he sluiced
Them out on the dunghill, glossy and dead.

Suddenly frightened, for days I sadly hung
Round the yard, watching the three sogged remains
Turn mealy and crisp as old summer dung

Until I forgot them. But the fear came back
When Dan trapped big rats, snared rabbits, shot crows
Or, with a sickening tug, pulled old hens' necks.

Still, living displaces false sentiments
And now, when shrill pups are prodded to drown
I just shrug, 'Bloody pups'. It makes sense:

'Prevention of cruelty' talk cuts ice in town
Where they consider death unnatural
But on well-run farms pests have to be kept down.

[Benjamin]

It's nearly rememberence Sunday and so I thought some poetry regarding that would be nice. :)

In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae, May 1915

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.



http://www.greatwar.co.uk/poems/john-mccrae-in-flanders-fields.htm

[Ammi]

Following your lead I wrote this for Remembrance Day. Its very rough still and is along the lines of '10 green bottles' but I will polish it a bit later I just had to rush it down before work.

Ten shiny soldiers in a row
marching through the streets they go
a soothing beat, majestic line
I look again, there are but nine
Listen for the bugle's call
Go slowly now or you may fall
The enemy is very near
and yet you show no signs of fear
They march straight through the battle gate
The strong, the bold, the fearless eight
Seven marched and seven fell
we waved them off and knew them well
Another ten we will send
marching to their bloody end
We'll dust them down and watch them go
and on their heads the grass will grow
when calm descends and we recall
ten soldier marching proud and tall

erm ok, will work more on it later

[Ammi]

Ten shiny soldiers in a row
marching through the street they go
a soothing beat, majestic line
I look again, there are but nine
Listen for the bugles call
Go slowly now or you may fall
The enemy is very near
and yet you show no signs of fear
marching through the battlegate
the strong, the bold, the fearless eight
seven marched and seven fell
we waved them off and loved them well
six are sleeping, heads turned down
where autumn leaves are turning brown
five we nurtured in our womb
then sealed them in a darkened tomb
four we'll see perhaps once more
lying scattered on the floor
Three is two and then is one
The last tin soldier marching on
Another ten we will send
marching to their bloody end
We'll dust them down and watch them go
and on their heads the grass will grow
When calm descends and we recall
ten soldier marching proud and tall.

Sorry for writing the beginning and end without the middle, I was rushing out before and typed it in quickly while it was in my head. Anyway this is it, hope it makes sense

[MTVN]

Ten shiny soldiers in a row
marching through the street they go
a soothing beat, majestic line
I look again, there are but nine
Listen for the bugles call
Go slowly now or you may fall
The enemy is very near
and yet you show no signs of fear
marching through the battlegate
the strong, the bold, the fearless eight
seven marched and seven fell
we waved them off and loved them well
six are sleeping, heads turned down
where autumn leaves are turning brown
five we nurtured in our womb
then sealed them in a darkened tomb
four we'll see perhaps once more
lying scattered on the floor
Three is two and then is one
The last tin soldier marching on
Another ten we will send
marching to their bloody end
We'll dust them down and watch them go
and on their heads the grass will grow
When calm descends and we recall
ten soldier marching proud and tall.

Sorry for writing the beginning and end without the middle, I was rushing out before and typed it in quickly while it was in my head. Anyway this is it, hope it makes sense

I really like that actually rhino :)

Do you just write for fun?

[Ammi]

I really like that actually rhino :)

Do you just write for fun?

Thank you it was a bit rushed and jumbled as I started to think about it when I was getting ready for work. Yes I just like to write for fun although I've written a few poems in the past when something very traumatic has happened in my life as a way of sorting out my feelings. I am trying to focus again as I've lost my style a bit doing fun rhymes and it will take me a while to get back into that, also I didn't write anyting for years after having my children and I need to focus again. I only just found this section of the forum and am hoping it well help me become focused again just to be able to post now and again:hugesmile:

[Livia]

Mesopotamia (July 1917)

They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young,
The eager and whole-hearted whom we gave:
But the men who left them thriftily to die in their own dung,
Shall they come with years and honour to the grave?

They shall not return to us, the strong men coldly slain
In sight of help denied from day to day:
But the men who edged their agonies and chid them in their pain,
Are they too strong and wise to put away?

Our dead shall not return to us while Day and Night divide -
Never while the bars of sunset hold.
But the idle-minded overlings who quibbled while they died,
Shall they thrust for high employments as of old?

Shall we only threaten and be angry for an hour?
When the storm is ended shall we find
How softly but how swiftly they have sidled back to power
By the favour and contrivance of their kind?

Even while they soothe us, while they promise large amends,
Even while they make a show of fear,
Do they call upon their debtors, and take counsel with their friends,
To confirm and re-establish each career?

Their lives cannot repay us - their death could not undo -
The shame that they have laid upon our race.
But the slothfulness that wasted and the arrogance that slew,
Shall we leave it unabated in its place?

Rudyard Kipling

Kipling lost his son in WW1 and his body was never identified. I think this poem more than any of his others shows his bitterness at those who sent the troops to war while living in comfort themselves. It was Kipling who wrote the epitaph for unidentified soldiers in military cemeteries: Known Unto God.

[MTVN]

Kipling lost his son in WW1 and his body was never identified. I think this poem more than any of his others shows his bitterness at those who sent the troops to war while living in comfort themselves. It was Kipling who wrote the epitaph for unidentified soldiers in military cemeteries: Known Unto God.

Oh, I never knew that, it's so sad when you see the sheer number of graves that hold those who have never been identified

On the subject of WWI poetry, here's one by Sassoon:

Suicide in the Trenches

I knew a simple soldier boy.....
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
And no one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go

[MTVN]

Thank you it was a bit rushed and jumbled as I started to think about it when I was getting ready for work. Yes I just like to write for fun although I've written a few poems in the past when something very traumatic has happened in my life as a way of sorting out my feelings. I am trying to focus again as I've lost my style a bit doing fun rhymes and it will take me a while to get back into that, also I didn't write anyting for years after having my children and I need to focus again. I only just found this section of the forum and am hoping it well help me become focused again just to be able to post now and again:hugesmile:

Oh right, I see :) I've always enjoyed reading poetry (most of it anyway), but I've never felt confident writing it, although I will give it a go sometime.

[Benjamin]

To you I pledged my heart and soul,
I gave to you my unlearnt love.
I ran across water and under stars,
for you I slept awake.
I let my mother go and tears spill,
for you I sold my life.
I gave my attention, I gave my freedom,
for you I tore apart hands.
I cowered, and was scared for you,
I burnt my cross for you.
And when it was near an end,
I gave my last call and fight for you.
I did this for you, England.

[Ammi]

I love the poetry posted here, especially from Livia and ukturtle (was that last piece your, it was very, very good). What small value were and are put on the lives of all who have died so that we can go on living our day to day lives

[Miss Ivy Balls]

Goodbye Boy

Baby, baby, please come back.
My baby is gone and will never come back.
Broken into bits our family are, but let his sole
rest in our hearts. A tragic morning filled with
sadness, if only we could turn back the clock
of happiness.

In his coffin our little boy lay, laid to rest with
layers of hay.

Remembering the birth our little boy came, but never
forgetting the tragic day.

His soul is rested, but never afraid as mother and father
lead the way. In our dreams he'll always be, until the day
we see him free.

[Ammi]

Thomas C that is a lovely poem and beautifully written. As a mother of sons I really felt the emotion and sadness

[Kazanne]

NO MORE
No more footballs to kick
No more trains to choo
No more cheeky smiles
No more hugging you
No more telling you no
No more holding your hand
No more seaside trips
No more kicking in sand
No more beautiful smiles
No more cuddling so tight
No more sweet kisses goodnight
No more excited Christmas eves
No more birthday candles to blow
No more playing in Autumn leaves
No more can we tell you we love you so
No more life as it was with you
No more you at the end of day.

I wrote this for James Bulger................................

[Niamh.]

That's so sad Kazanne

[Ammi]

NO MORE
No more footballs to kick
No more trains to choo
No more cheeky smiles
No more hugging you
No more telling you no
No more holding your hand
No more seaside trips
No more kicking in sand
No more beautiful smiles
No more cuddling so tight
No more sweet kisses goodnight
No more excited Christmas eves
No more birthday candles to blow
No more playing in Autumn leaves
No more can we tell you we love you so
No more life as it was with you
No more you at the end of day.

very sad, I think we can all relate to it

[Benjamin]

I love the poetry posted here, especially from Livia and ukturtle (was that last piece your, it was very, very good). What small value were and are put on the lives of all who have died so that we can go on living our day to day lives




Thank you, and yes that last piece was mine. It's not a very good one, I wrote it in 3 minutes, but it was on my mind so it's better to write it down than let it go forever :)


I'm liking your ones too, and glad you stumbled into this section :hugesmile:

[Ammi]

Thank you, and yes that last piece was mine. It's not a very good one, I wrote it in 3 minutes, but it was on my mind so it's better to write it down than let it go forever :)


I'm liking your ones too, and glad you stumbled into this section :hugesmile:

3 minutes well spent it was very good. Yes sometimes the words seem to tumble out and you have to write them down quickly or else they do indeed disappear. I'm glad I found this section and am inspired by how well you all write. I hope the thread continues and more and more members post on it from time to time.

[Benjamin]

A Farewell to False Love
by Sir Walter Raleigh



Farewell false love, the oracle of lies,
A mortal foe and enemy to rest,
An envious boy, from whom all cares arise,
A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed,
A way of error, a temple full of treason,
In all effects contrary unto reason.

A poisoned serpent covered all with flowers,
Mother of sighs, and murderer of repose,
A sea of sorrows whence are drawn such showers
As moisture lend to every grief that grows;
A school of guile, a net of deep deceit,
A gilded hook that holds a poisoned bait.

A fortress foiled, which reason did defend,
A siren song, a fever of the mind,
A maze wherein affection finds no end,
A raging cloud that runs before the wind,
A substance like the shadow of the sun,
A goal of grief for which the wisest run.

A quenchless fire, a nurse of trembling fear,
A path that leads to peril and mishap,
A true retreat of sorrow and despair,
An idle boy that sleeps in pleasure's lap,
A deep mistrust of that which certain seems,
A hope of that which reason doubtful deems.

Sith* then thy trains my younger years betrayed, [since]
And for my faith ingratitude I find;
And sith repentance hath my wrongs bewrayed*, [revealed]
Whose course was ever contrary to kind*: [nature]
False love, desire, and beauty frail, adieu.
Dead is the root whence all these fancies grew.

[Ammi]

ukturtle see thats why I'm enjoying this thread because I'm reading poetry I've never heard before and written by true masters, I could never write a poem like that but if it inspires you to write anything it doesn't matter how good it is. Its nice to just feel confident enough to do it

[Miss Ivy Balls]

Motivation is the key to success, but only
the motivated will confess to the quest.
The mental will wither only to come out
the other end in all of a blither.
Days will pass, months will go by and as
the years go on our lives will be fine.

We see the molecule of light, going 5 steps forward
and two back. One day we'll get closer and closer until
the two clash.

Nothing right, everything wrong, but we cope as
the strong days come along.

2 steps back but 7 forward we're coming to the time
when we can look forward.

[Angus]

Morning Song by Sylvia Plath

Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.

Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.

I'm no more your mother
Than the cloud that distils a mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind's hand.

All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.

One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
In my Victorian nightgown.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat's. The window square

Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.




Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night - Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

[BB_Eye]

XXVIII. The Rabble.

Life is a well of delight; but where the rabble also drink, there all fountains are poisoned.

To everything cleanly am I well disposed; but I hate to see the grinning mouths and the thirst of the unclean.

They cast their eye down into the fountain: and now glanceth up to me their odious smile out of the fountain.

The holy water have they poisoned with their lustfulness; and when they called their filthy dreams delight, then poisoned they also the words.

Indignant becometh the flame when they put their damp hearts to the fire; the spirit itself bubbleth and smoketh when the rabble approach the fire.

Mawkish and over-mellow becometh the fruit in their hands: unsteady, and withered at the top, doth their look make the fruit-tree.

And many a one who hath turned away from life, hath only turned away from the rabble: he hated to share with them fountain, flame, and fruit.

And many a one who hath gone into the wilderness and suffered thirst with beasts of prey, disliked only to sit at the cistern with filthy camel- drivers.

And many a one who hath come along as a destroyer, and as a hailstorm to all cornfields, wanted merely to put his foot into the jaws of the rabble, and thus stop their throat.

And it is not the mouthful which hath most choked me, to know that life itself requireth enmity and death and torture-crosses:--

But I asked once, and suffocated almost with my question: What? is the rabble also NECESSARY for life?

Are poisoned fountains necessary, and stinking fires, and filthy dreams, and maggots in the bread of life?

Not my hatred, but my loathing, gnawed hungrily at my life! Ah, ofttimes became I weary of spirit, when I found even the rabble spiritual!

And on the rulers turned I my back, when I saw what they now call ruling: to traffic and bargain for power--with the rabble!

Amongst peoples of a strange language did I dwell, with stopped ears: so that the language of their trafficking might remain strange unto me, and their bargaining for power.

And holding my nose, I went morosely through all yesterdays and to-days: verily, badly smell all yesterdays and to-days of the scribbling rabble!

Like a cripple become deaf, and blind, and dumb--thus have I lived long; that I might not live with the power-rabble, the scribe-rabble, and the pleasure-rabble.

Toilsomely did my spirit mount stairs, and cautiously; alms of delight were its refreshment; on the staff did life creep along with the blind one.

What hath happened unto me? How have I freed myself from loathing? Who hath rejuvenated mine eye? How have I flown to the height where no rabble any longer sit at the wells?

Did my loathing itself create for me wings and fountain-divining powers? Verily, to the loftiest height had I to fly, to find again the well of delight!

Oh, I have found it, my brethren! Here on the loftiest height bubbleth up for me the well of delight! And there is a life at whose waters none of the rabble drink with me!

Almost too violently dost thou flow for me, thou fountain of delight! And often emptiest thou the goblet again, in wanting to fill it!

And yet must I learn to approach thee more modestly: far too violently doth my heart still flow towards thee:--

My heart on which my summer burneth, my short, hot, melancholy, over-happy summer: how my summer heart longeth for thy coolness!

Past, the lingering distress of my spring! Past, the wickedness of my snowflakes in June! Summer have I become entirely, and summer-noontide!

A summer on the loftiest height, with cold fountains and blissful stillness: oh, come, my friends, that the stillness may become more blissful!

For this is OUR height and our home: too high and steep do we here dwell for all uncleanly ones and their thirst.

Cast but your pure eyes into the well of my delight, my friends! How could it become turbid thereby! It shall laugh back to you with ITS purity.

On the tree of the future build we our nest; eagles shall bring us lone ones food in their beaks!

Verily, no food of which the impure could be fellow-partakers! Fire, would they think they devoured, and burn their mouths!

Verily, no abodes do we here keep ready for the impure! An ice-cave to their bodies would our happiness be, and to their spirits!

And as strong winds will we live above them, neighbours to the eagles, neighbours to the snow, neighbours to the sun: thus live the strong winds.

And like a wind will I one day blow amongst them, and with my spirit, take the breath from their spirit: thus willeth my future.

Verily, a strong wind is Zarathustra to all low places; and this counsel counselleth he to his enemies, and to whatever spitteth and speweth: "Take care not to spit AGAINST the wind!"--

--Thus spake Zarathustra. --Friedrich Nietzsche

[Kazanne]

very sad, I think we can all relate to it

I wrote that a few years ago and made myself cry,what am I like?

[Kazanne]

That's so sad Kazanne

Oh Lord,I know :bawling:

[BB_Eye]

English translation of the 'Habanera' aria from Bizet's Carmen.
Libretto by Henri Meilhac

Love is a rebellious bird
that nobody can tame,
and you call him quite in vain
if it suits him not to come.

Nothing helps, neither threat nor prayer.
One man talks well, the other's mum;
it's the other one that I prefer.
He's silent but I like his looks.


Love! Love! Love! Love!


Love is a gypsy's child,
it has never, ever, known a law;
love me not, then I love you;
if I love you, you'd best beware! etc.


The bird you thought you had caught
beat its wings and flew away ...
love stays away, you wait and wait;
when least expected, there it is!


All around you, swift, so swift,
it comes, it goes, and then returns ...
you think you hold it fast, it flees
you think you're free, it holds you fast.


Love! Love! Love! Love!


Love is a gypsy's child,
it has never, ever, known a law;
love me not, then I love you;
if I love you, you'd best beware!

[Ammi]

An Irish Airman Foresees His Death
By William Butler Yeats

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.

[Ammi]

I wrote that a few years ago and made myself cry,what am I like?

thats the true definition of a poem from the heart:hugesmile:

[MTVN]

Morning Song by Sylvia Plath

Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.

Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.

I'm no more your mother
Than the cloud that distils a mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind's hand.

All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.

One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
In my Victorian nightgown.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat's. The window square

Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.


I studied a lot of Plath for my AS levels last year; a lot of her work is very depressing

[MTVN]

Couple more from Blake:

The Lamb (Songs of Innocence)
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed,
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?

Little Lamb, I'll tell thee,
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee.
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb.
He is meek, and He is mild;
He became a little child.
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.
Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Little Lamb, God bless thee!

And then a very contrasting poem

The Tyger (Songs of Experience)
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

[Kazanne]

Not quite a poem,but lovely words for all of us who have lost beloved pets.
RAINBOW BRIDGE
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

[Ammi]

Who am I?
Bright morphed wings across the sky
I’m not a bird but I can fly
Who am I?

Who am I?
Trampezing high wire through the trees
Conversing with the birds and bees
Who am I?

Who am I?
Agile form, a beast of speed
I wont harm unless to feed
Who am I?

Who am I?
Proud and glimmering in the mist
Pounding chest with mighty fist
Who am I?

Who am I?
The river forms a slippery cloak
A cricket chirp, a cheeky croak
Who am I?

And who are you?
Who are you to take my home
Leaving me nowhere to roam
who are you to tear me down,
To snap my bones to make your crown
Bull dozer me until I bleed
And crush me with your metal steed
Who are you to take my sheen,
Destroy it with your death machine
Who are you to pass the blame
You ought to hang your head in shame
You drank with me and sang a song
Then sunk in me your Satan’s prong
A king of men, superior race?
How can you even show your face
Gods Legacy to man did trust
You ground it down and made it dust
Once we were cared for two by two
God trusted you but who are you?

We must care for our planet more - lecture over:wavey:

[InOne]

There once was a squrriel called Paul, who fell off the garden wall...

[MTVN]

There once was a squrriel called Paul, who fell off the garden wall...

Beautiful, just beautiful http://www.smileyhut.com/happy/happy crying.gif (http://www.smileyhut.com)

[Ammi]

There once was a squrriel called Paul, who fell off the garden wall...

...........although he was covered in cuts
he managed to not damage his nuts

[InOne]

...........although he was covered in cuts
he managed to not damage his nuts

Nice, it's one of those I could never think of an ending for :tongue:

[Ammi]

Nice, it's one of those I could never think of an ending for :tongue:

hang on I'm not finished that was just a pause
last line:
...................although the same couldn't be said of his ball.

the end
poor Paul:bawling:

[Benjamin]

hang on I'm not finished that was just a pause
last line:
...................although the same couldn't be said of his ball.

the end
poor Paul:bawling:



:laugh2:


Poor paul.

[InOne]

There once was a badger called Dave, who decided to go to a rave...

[Ammi]

There once was a badger called Dave, who decided to go to a rave...

..............he swalled a pill
met a hampster called Bill
and they both woke up in a cave

[Benjamin]

I Watched Thee
by Lord Byron


I watched thee when the foe was at our side
Ready to strike at him, or thee and me
Were safety hopeless rather than divide
Aught with one loved, save love and liberty.

I watched thee in the breakers when the rock
Received our prow and all was storm and fear
And bade thee cling to me through every shock
This arm would be thy bark or breast thy bier.

I watched thee when the fever glazed thine eyes
Yielding my couch, and stretched me on the ground
When overworn with watching, ne'er to rise
From thence, if thou an early grave hadst found.

The Earthquake came and rocked the quivering wall
And men and Nature reeled as if with wine
Whom did I seek around the tottering Hall
For thee, whose safety first provide for thine.

And when convulsive throes denied my breath
The faintest utterance to my fading thought
To thee, to thee, even in the grasp of death
My spirit turned. Ah! oftener than it ought.

Thus much and more, and yet thou lov'st me not,
And never wilt, Love dwells not in our will
Nor can I blame thee, though it be my lot
To strongly, wrongly, vainly, love thee still.

[Ammi]

I Watched Thee
by Lord Byron


I watched thee when the foe was at our side
Ready to strike at him, or thee and me
Were safety hopeless rather than divide
Aught with one loved, save love and liberty.

I watched thee in the breakers when the rock
Received our prow and all was storm and fear
And bade thee cling to me through every shock
This arm would be thy bark or breast thy bier.

I watched thee when the fever glazed thine eyes
Yielding my couch, and stretched me on the ground
When overworn with watching, ne'er to rise
From thence, if thou an early grave hadst found.

The Earthquake came and rocked the quivering wall
And men and Nature reeled as if with wine
Whom did I seek around the tottering Hall
For thee, whose safety first provide for thine.

And when convulsive throes denied my breath
The faintest utterance to my fading thought
To thee, to thee, even in the grasp of death
My spirit turned. Ah! oftener than it ought.

Thus much and more, and yet thou lov'st me not,
And never wilt, Love dwells not in our will
Nor can I blame thee, though it be my lot
To strongly, wrongly, vainly, love thee still.

Ahh I know this poem well - I think it is one of the most beautiful love poems I have read. It is so evocotive. I love Byron:

[Ammi]

Father of yours, father of mine
flowing blood and bones entwine
You feel the heart, I feel the scorn
ripped through my flesh the sharpened thorn
Sweet angels guard you while you sleep
while poison in my veins does seep
My eyes don't see, I've lost my way
in blankets wrapped, in dreams you lay
I stare at you and see my eyes
what could have been, with heavy sighs
my blood runs cold while yours is warm
protected from the howling storm
Father of yours, but not of mine
I bow my head before his shrine

[Sticks]

While we are poems not of our own, this is an all time classic, popularised in film

Hankies at the ready :bawling:

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[Sticks]

This one I once learned

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[Angus]

In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae, May 1915


In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

[Benjamin]

In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae, May 1915


In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.


Amazing piece of poetry this.

[MTVN]

The Darkling Thrush - Thomas Hardy

I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter’s dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.

The land’s sharp features seemed to be
The Century’s corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.

At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.

So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware

[Benjamin]

I discovered this, along with many others, when travelling Australia.

My Country
by Dorothea MacKellar

The love of field and coppice
Of green and shaded lanes,
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins.
Strong love of grey-blue distance,
Brown streams and soft, dim skies
I know, but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror
The wide brown land for me!

The stark white ring-barked forests,
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon,
Green tangle of the brushes
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops,
And ferns the warm dark soil.

Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When, sick at heart, around us
We see the cattle die
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady soaking rain.

Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the rainbow gold,
For flood and fire and famine
She pays us back threefold.
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze ...

An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand
though Earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.



http://australianpoems.tripod.com/mycountry.html

[Angus]

I discovered this, along with many others, when travelling Australia.

My Country
by Dorothea MacKellar

The love of field and coppice
Of green and shaded lanes,
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins.
Strong love of grey-blue distance,
Brown streams and soft, dim skies
I know, but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror
The wide brown land for me!

The stark white ring-barked forests,
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon,
Green tangle of the brushes
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops,
And ferns the warm dark soil.

Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When, sick at heart, around us
We see the cattle die
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady soaking rain.

Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the rainbow gold,
For flood and fire and famine
She pays us back threefold.
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze ...

An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand
though Earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.



http://australianpoems.tripod.com/mycountry.html

Wow, that's a truly evocative rainbow of a poem. I love it.

[Benjamin]

Thought maybe a bit of spoken poetry maybe appreciated. This poem, although written over 70 years ago, sounds, to me as if it is talking about our decade now.

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[MTVN]

That thread on death got me thinking about the significance of life and what meaning it has and I thought of this poem. We did it yesterday in class and we were split as to whether it was comforting or not. I initially thought it was in the way it encourages enjoying life while you can and with it's carefree attitude, although some disagreed.


The Fly (William Blake)
Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.

Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?

For I dance
And drink, and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.

If thought is life
And strength and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.

[Ammi]

Thought maybe a bit of spoken poetry maybe appreciated. This poem, although written over 70 years ago, sounds, to me as if it is talking about our decade now.

oWtVYYoJFl4

Just WOW - amazing piece of poetry and how true

[Ammi]

IF Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream and not make dreams your master;
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

[Ammi]

Mirror, mirror on the wall, keeper of the truth
can time be traded for a coin, and bought the gift of youth?
Could we smoothe, like pebble stone, the lines upon a face
but to remove the journey would treasured memories erase?
Memories of birds of youth, whose song we all did sing
the hopes and dreams we carried, the world tucked beneath our wing
The reflection that you give shows me shades so pale and stretched
but on the flesh, the wisdom scars, all knowledge there is etched
Lashes once were thick and dark, and eyes of flaming light
have said goodbye to summers day and settled into night
but in their place, as bodies fade, a seed of wisdom grows
and nurtured well, the blooming bud becomes a glorious rose
A flower whose scent of passion has surely cast a spell
and with each falling petal, a tale of love will tell
Youth is for the kindling, whose sparks have yet to light
while beauty carries scars, but its fires are burning bright
Mirror, youth is just a chance, an opening of a door
I've entered through and now i see, that beauty is much more

[Benjamin]

Mirror, mirror on the wall, keeper of the truth
can time be traded for a coin, and bought the gift of youth?
Could we smoothe, like pebble stone, the lines upon a face
but to remove the journey would treasured memories erase?
Memories of birds of youth, whose song we all did sing
the hopes and dreams we carried, the world tucked beneath our wing
The reflection that you give shows me shades so pale and stretched
but on the flesh, the wisdom scars, all knowledge there is etched
Lashes once were thick and dark, and eyes of flaming light
have said goodbye to summers day and settled into night
but in their place, as bodies fade, a seed of wisdom grows
and nurtured well, the blooming bud becomes a glorious rose
A flower whose scent of passion has surely cast a spell
and with each falling petal, a tale of love will tell
Youth is for the kindling, whose sparks have yet to light
while beauty carries scars, but its fires are burning bright
Mirror, youth is just a chance, an opening of a door
I've entered through and now i see, that beauty is much more



I really like this piece, I always get excited when you post in here :)

I found a poem today I wrote when I was 16:


The Poets Collection

Taught in this field the masters teach,
But student eyes seem to beseech.
No words, nor money or endless glory,
Can ever create the perfect story.

Hearts and minds will never be crossed
As so many emotions will end up lost.
The battle of one, this endless quest;
A mans spirit is hopeful at best.

Knowledge sought and knowledge brought,
Still our feelings can never be taught.
Hapless in life; books and palms read,
Hopeless with love, carve poetry instead.


Taught in this field, the poets collect,
Never really knowing how much they neglect
the one that loves them; live for rejection,
only empty dreams in the poets collection.

[Ammi]

I really like this piece, I always get excited when you post in here :)

I found a poem today I wrote when I was 16:


The Poets Collection

Taught in this field the masters teach,
But student eyes seem to beseech.
No words, nor money or endless glory,
Can ever create the perfect story.

Hearts and minds will never be crossed
As so many emotions will end up lost.
The battle of one, this endless quest;
A mans spirit is hopeful at best.

Knowledge sought and knowledge brought,
Still our feelings can never be taught.
Hapless in life; books and palms read,
Hopeless with love, carve poetry instead.


Taught in this field, the poets collect,
Never really knowing how much they neglect
the one that loves them; live for rejection,
only empty dreams in the poets collection.

this is a lovely poem and very wise and thoughtful for a 16 year old. I think at 16 I was a mess of emotions. I love being the age I am now but sometimes I think it would be nice to go back and 'know more' rather than just think I knew it all at that age lol. Beauty comes from what we know and feel and that only happens with time. I'm glad you like my attempts (that is a real compliment). I am such a messy writer. Sometimes when I write a poem, only I know what it is about lol, which is not really the point of writing. But its just a way of me getting thoughts and feelings out and putting them to one side. One of my previous ones 'Father of yours..........is just about a comment someone made to me and it made me think about people who have a very loving and supportive family and those who are in constant conflict with a parent - but if I have to explain then its not really a poem, but just more of a 'thought'. Maybe I just think in poetry. One day I am going to write a story - a total epic one day....................I have started it but that was about 5 years ago and I've written 7 pages, but one day.........:hugesmile:

[Sticks]

My little ditty composed for Twitter

Stupid Robin
The north wind did blow
And we have had snow
And poor Robin seems to be
hiding his head under his wing
The idiot

[Ammi]

When the sun is at its brightest, but outside the skies are grey
When the words have choked the speaker for there’s nothing left to say
When fear has found its lodgings and evicted old romance
When your favourite song is playing, but you feet refuse to dance
When the orchestra is playing, but it pounds inside your ears
When all are optimistic, but you’re crippled by your fears
When the beggar stretches out his hand, there’s nothing left to give
When death is more inviting than the prison where you live
When you’re looking for tomorrow and its nowhere to be found
When you’re stuck within the moment and your arms and legs are bound
When the sound of children’s laughter leaves you cold and full of sorrow
and the blanket wraps around you, but inside your heart is hollow
When your friends bring gifts of comfort and their love for you is strong
but their love can’t stretch to reach you on the tower you sit upon
When the prisoner inside you pleads for mercy to be shown
but his pleadings are unheard until his flesh falls from the bone
When you bathe in pools of tears and they burn your naked skin
and the life that you’ve been playing is the game you’ll never win

[Ammi]

I hear your voice, it never ends, its ringing in my ears
Day on day and into months and months turn into years
You say I’m weird, that I don’t fit, a ginger headed geek
But what is normal,? what will fit? Am I such a freak?
You say my skins too pale and I need to get a tan
You tell me you will get me, but catch me if you can
You say I need to shut my mouth, but I have much to say
You tell me you’ll make sure that I won’t live another day
You say that I'm too thin or fat, nothing is quite right
I mock you for your ignorance, you may bark but you can't bite
Too late I see the flash of steel, the blade into my skin
Ok you win I’ll be quiet, I’ll never speak again
Beneath the ground I find my voice and you can hear me yell
I’ll meet with you one last time and watch you burn in hell

[Ammi]

Cast a pebble on the pond and watch it spread it’s hands
See the ripples grow until it finally reaches land
A seed will grow, entangle all and soon light will be shade
The forest will consume where there was once a sunny glade
Hate does grow like this if allowed its liberty
The chains that tie it to your heart will never let you free

[Benjamin]

Not posted in here for a while, lol.

Here's a little Christmas one I found.



Christmas Bells
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till, ringing, singing on its way
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime,
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The Carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;
‘There is no peace on earth,’ I said;
‘For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!’

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
‘God is not dead; nor doth he sleep!
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men!’

[Pyramid*]

There was a Land that was Happy
Who felt a brooding for nappy
When in Rome as they say
At fornication she'll play
Morning sickness will then make her snappy!


:devil:

[Benjamin]

t7SXOrmdLyE

[Benjamin]

Hahahaha, here's an example of why I shoudn't write when drunk/stoned. :hugesmile:


Depression #1 [Feast]

Smash my face into the wall, and run into the mahogany bed posts
Cry myself to sleep, weep, scream, breakdown fall.
Lock the night away from my face, take the jar away from my claws
Jam the doors and thunder my confused, angry, lost rage.
7 times a melancholy, 3 times low-self esteem.
Bite my tongue and urge to jump from the roof on which I stand
(or lure myself to be pushed by a temptations hand)...

Bitter gin taste on my tongue stud tonight,
Fear the fight before sunlight, it’s not right,
But my head tells me to go, flow, drown in my own sorrow.
Maybe tomorrow I won’t be here, maybe I’ll be gone from sight,
I plead to stay, but also beg to be let go…

Batter the last bruises on my skin, flick away shameful sin,
Where to begin? Lets not as my strength wears thin,
So bleed out my wrists, clench my fists, why bother trying to resist,
I know the time is here, I don’t fear, goodbye to my doors,
Let them close as I hold my last grin, wear out the page,
4 times the tears, weeping, bleeding,
I’ll join the world in which I was born and let those who starve eat,
For those who starve I won’t be breathing
But instead feeding…

[Benjamin]

DSDgGh9GJ_k

[Benjamin]

Sir

Two seconds sir, I’ll be right with you sir, bear with me sir I just have to do this quickly sir.

Please just wait by the door sir, please be patient sir, someone will see you shortly sir.

Sorry to keep you waiting sir, table for two sir, would you like to follow me sir, yes just this way please sir.

Here you go sir, is this ok for you sir? By the window sir, take a seat sir, I’ll be with you shortly sir.

Apologies for the delay sir, what would you like to drink sir, you’re ready to order sir, what would you like sir?

I’m really sorry sir, but we’re out of that today sir, how about this instead sir, no I’m sorry we have none of that either sir.

Very good choice sir, I’ll go fetch it now sir, hold the ice sir? As you wish sir, I’ll be back as soon as I can sir.

Here we go sir, again sorry for the delay sir, we’re rather busy today sir, your food will be with you shortly sir.

Bear with me sir, I'm just serving this table sir then I'll be with you sir, yes I heard you sir, I just said I'm serving this table sir.

Right hello again sir, what seems to be the problem sir, you’ve waited half an hour sir? My apologies sir, I’ll go chase it up now for you sir.

I’m afraid it’s going to be another ten minutes sir, it’s behind other orders sir, you don’t want to wait sir? You’re a busy man I see sir.

No need to raise your voice sir, I understand your frustrated sir, would you like a drink on the house sir? Please calm yourself down sir, I’m trying to help you sir.

You don’t want my help sir, you just want a refund sir, and to see me fired sir, wonderful sir, here’s a feedback form sir, you have to go online sir.

Here’s your money back sir, my apologies again sir, take care now sir, hope to see you again sir, have a good day sir, I’ll close the door behind you sir...

...Lets hope I never see you in here again hey sir.

[Stacey.]

*wants to hear you read that* ^ :amazed:

[Benjamin]

*wants to hear you read that* ^ :amazed:

I just read it out loud in my room and was getting right into the scene it portrays. I started getting angry and impatient as if I was actually talking to this guy. :hugesmile:

[Stacey.]

I just read it out loud in my room and was getting right into the scene it portrays. I started getting angry and impatient as if I was actually talking to this guy. :hugesmile:

lmao *imagines you doing that*

:amazed: You so need to record it and let us listen!!!

[Benjamin]

Maybe one day in the future. I got other projects to get on with at the moment. :)

[Stacey.]

Maybe one day in the future. I got other projects to get on with at the moment. :)

Okay boo, I'll look forward to it anyway :amazed:

[Stu]

I'm going to start dumping my songs here because I've been writing a lot more lately. I know it's not technically poetry but lyrics without music as of yet ... you know ... virtually poetry.

Unknown Girls

Unknown girls to be found throughout
Their nectar sweet accents I could do without
When I'm trying to settle on what's really around
A barren plane, the worst kind of drought

Unknown girls they come through the screen
Causing all that's natural to rip at the seams
And I kick and I scream within of without
As a perverted mindset rises from doubt

Unknown girls to watch but not touch
No communication, not a word
No situation or any kind of relation
Just temporary relief from a world of hurt

Unknown to me, and me to them
Can't have or hold
Can't confide or be told
Anything but unknown girls I have to go without.

It's pretty obvious what it's about beneath all the lurvely versing. God I really ought to start having more sex again.

[Benjamin]

I'm going to start dumping my songs here because I've been writing a lot more lately. I know it's not technically poetry but lyrics without music as of yet ... you know ... virtually poetry.

Unknown Girls

Unknown girls to be found throughout
Their nectar sweet accents I could do without
When I'm trying to settle on what's really around
A barren plane, the worst kind of drought

Unknown girls they come through the screen
Causing all that's natural to rip at the seams
And I kick and I scream within of without
As a perverted mindset rises from doubt

Unknown girls to watch but not touch
No communication, not a word
No situation or any kind of relation
Just temporary relief from a world of hurt

Unknown to me, and me to them
Can't have or hold
Can't confide or be told
Anything but unknown girls I have to go without.

It's pretty obvious what it's about beneath all the lurvely versing. God I really ought to start having more sex again.

I'd still class it as poetry. ;)

[Stu]

Crass, filthy poetry.

I'll balance it out with something more positive next.

[Benjamin]

Crass, filthy poetry.

I'll balance it out with something more positive next.

I wouldn't worry. Most of mine are depressing. Lol.

[Stu]

Same here. Although it should never be a reflection of self. It always just seems that people reach for the pen when they are sad rather than happy.

Still I feel weird now for polluting the thread with my debauched wank prose.

[Benjamin]

Same here. Although it should never be a reflection of self. It always just seems that people reach for the pen when they are sad rather than happy.

Still I feel weird now for polluting the thread with my debauched wank prose.

Lol, no worries. I enjoy reading most things. That's the joy with writing, it's all different. :)

[Benjamin]

Depression #2 [Beggars]

One day I will wake with claws in my arms
and join the damned of this world.
One day I will judge the flaws of harm
And join the damned that I once knew.

I watch the window close for me; the rain fall for me;
The grievers weep for me; the clouds will one day cover me.
It’ll be a sad day when the charms of the beggars’ crucifix come for me.



.

[Ammi]

Stoke the fires of burning flesh
Free the spirits and let them rest
Release the captive hearts above
Carry gentle clouds of love
Hand to me your thoughts and deeds
For they will slow your journey’s speed
I’ll keep them safe inside my head
I’ll nurture them and keep them fed
We fan the flames and see them prance
And you and I will have our dance
Satan’s tango, steps of death
Will guide our feet and burn our flesh
As we glide across the floor
You will not harm me anymore

[Benjamin]

Stoke the fires of burning flesh
Free the spirits and let them rest
Release the captive hearts above
Carry gentle clouds of love
Hand to me your thoughts and deeds
For they will slow your journey’s speed
I’ll keep them safe inside my head
I’ll nurture them and keep them fed
We fan the flames and see them prance
And you and I will have our dance
Satan’s tango, steps of death
Will guide our feet and burn our flesh
As we glide across the floor
You will not harm me anymore

Rhino. :love:

[Ammi]

The jaws of despair are tightening around
A deafening silence, a noiseless sound
Sharpened teeth piercing, spoiling virginal flesh
My thoughts seeking refuge, a place to rest
The darkness of light, the confusion of calm
My heart feel s a chill but my blood remains warm
No solace to find, no corner to hide
A drought in my eyes, not a tear will I cry
My words disappear, though I know I have spoke them
I will step off the edge in a fall never broken
I feel you pursue, yet I know no ones there
My eyes are tight shut but I’m fixed with my stare
Razor teeth in my flesh are dripping with bile
The depth of the darkness is there in your smile
I pray to be gone even though I am nowhere
Light will chase you away, send you back to your lair
When it comes, it will bring with it life once again
And your sorrow can wait in your venomous den

[CharlieO]

Still I Rise - Maya Angelou (only poem in my english anthology that I liked, I think it is so powerful and great and love the themes)

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

[Ammi]

Still I Rise - Maya Angelou (only poem in my english anthology that I liked, I think it is so powerful and great and love the themes)

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

:love: this poem Charlie O

[Benjamin]

Remember this from when I was younger, and for a cartoon was actually pretty inspiring.

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[Ammi]

Midnight in the nowhere land
When time is in the zero hand
Freeze the clock so you can see
The halcyon days where time is free

In the quiet of the clatter
Stretch the mind and fuel the matter
In the darkness of the light
Keep your visions in your sight

Repel the bottom when you fall
Make them listen when you call
Don’t let the up become a down
Hold the smile between your frown

Fix your heart upon your sleeve
Shed a tear but never grieve
Invest in memories, locked away
To dry you on the rainy day

Lock all your secrets with a key
Show only what they need to see
Don’t hold your words inside your head
Most words are usually better said

Hear the music, feel the dance
Test yourself on sweet romance
Keep your lover in your heart
Release him when its time to part

Tend your buds and watch them thrive
See them fill your life with pride
Show them just the best of you
And set them on a path that’s true

Catch a smile and hold it near
Keep it for a hundred years
Don’t reveal your face to sorrow
Or leave a trail where it can follow

Turn away when life is dreary
Rest awhile when you are weary
Keep the cold winds out at night
Wait for the sunrise bringing light

Untangle life with knotted fingers
Touch a soul but never linger
Mark a path through fields of gold
And follow it when you grow old

Don’t let the zero hour strike on
Until the tapestry is done
No more threads are left to weave
Wrap up warm before you leave

[Benjamin]

Midnight in the nowhere land
When time is in the zero hand
Freeze the clock so you can see
The halcyon days where time is free

In the quiet of the clatter
Stretch the mind and fuel the matter
In the darkness of the light
Keep your visions in your sight

Repel the bottom when you fall
Make them listen when you call
Don’t let the up become a down
Hold the smile between your frown

Fix your heart upon your sleeve
Shed a tear but never grieve
Invest in memories, locked away
To dry you on the rainy day

Lock all your secrets with a key
Show only what they need to see
Don’t hold your words inside your head
Most words are usually better said

Hear the music, feel the dance
Test yourself on sweet romance
Keep your lover in your heart
Release him when its time to part

Tend your buds and watch them thrive
See them fill your life with pride
Show them just the best of you
And set them on a path that’s true

Catch a smile and hold it near
Keep it for a hundred years
Don’t reveal your face to sorrow
Or leave a trail where it can follow

Turn away when life is dreary
Rest awhile when you are weary
Keep the cold winds out at night
Wait for the sunrise bringing light

Untangle life with knotted fingers
Touch a soul but never linger
Mark a path through fields of gold
And follow it when you grow old

Don’t let the zero hour strike on
Until the tapestry is done
No more threads are left to weave
Wrap up warm before you leave

Rhino. :love:

I haven't spoke to you in ages. Did you write this one? It's sentimental and charming yet holds an edge of remorse and sadness.

[Ammi]

Rhino. :love:

I haven't spoke to you in ages. Did you write this one? It's sentimental and charming yet holds an edge of remorse and sadness.

:hugesmile:yes thats me

[Glenn.]

Rose's are red
Violets are blue
When you eat a curry
You need to poo

[Benjamin]

:hugesmile:yes thats me

:hug:

Good to see you writing again. I liem when you do, it inspires me to write something. :hugesmile:

Rose's are red
Violets are blue
When you eat a curry
You need to poo

:laugh:


How lovely.

[Glenn.]

:hug:

Good to see you writing again. I liem when you do, it inspires me to write something. :hugesmile:



:laugh:


How lovely.

:joker::joker::joker:

[Ammi]

Rose's are red
Violets are blue
When you eat a curry
You need to poo

lovely style:thumbs::joker:

[CharlieO]

I know this doesn't have any particular meaning nor is inspirational but I found it quite funny:

The Truth About Drink Driving

I read this in the paper,
And it really made me think;
That a quarter of all road accidents
Can be blamed... directly... on drink.

Now statistics, they tell you, will never lie,
But be wary of how they're used;
You need your wits about you,
It's easy to get confused.

If a quarter of accidents are had by drunks,
Then sober people have all the rest;
That's 75% if I'm not mistaken,
... (My maths never were the best).

But I'm not entirely stupid,
And I plan to stay alive;
So I'm gonna start driving drunk,
I'm three times more likely to survive

[Novo]

There was an young man called Locke he married another man called Scott
Scott found out Locke had a small Cock and suffocated him with a Sock

['Conor]

Ben i had to write about Dulce et Decorum Est in my exams :love:

[Benjamin]

Ben i had to write about Dulce et Decorum Est in my exams :love:

Epic poem. I had to write about it too, good to see they still use that. :hugesmile:

[Locke.]

There was a strange man named Novo,
Who liked to sleep with ginger kids called Joe,
Joe didn't like it,
Once he found out Novo had been sucking Pinkmich's tit

[Novo]

Doesn't even rhyme

[Locke.]

Poems don't need to

[Ammi]

There was an young man called Locke he married another man called Scott
Scott found out Locke had a small Cock and suffocated him with a Sock

There was a strange man named Novo,
Who liked to sleep with ginger kids called Joe,
Joe didn't like it,
Once he found out Novo had been sucking Pinkmich's tit
:joker::joker::joker:

[Novo]

There was a weird kid called Locke who use to go down to the Dock
He met a man named Scott he soon grew a soft spot
Locke proposed to him soon after with a smile and a song of laughter
Scott accepted Locke and gave him a brand new Clock
Locke loved his Clock and Married Scott and then took him away on a yacht

[Lee.]

:laugh3:

[Ammi]

I know the emptiness you feel
I know they are your world
I know you can’t recall a time
Without her and your girls

I know you can’t remember how
to simply just be one
And you never saw a time
When they would all be gone

I know you’re struggling to breathe
And your heart is hollow
I know the thoughts inside your head
Are difficult to follow

I know how hard it is to put
One foot before the other
And if I try to comfort you
I know you’ll run for cover

I know the darkness in your eyes
The trembling of your skin
As the sobs find exit
I know there’s no way in

I know that words can’t ease the pain
Or chase away the fear
‘Daddy’ is the only word
You really need to hear

I know you need to smell their hair
To keep them in embrace
To hear their laughter one more time
And see it on their face

I know you need to see their joy
And feel them on your chest
I know you need to smooth their frowns
And lay them down to rest

I know the dread tomorrow brings
The tears the dawn will bring
As soon as your eyes open
They’ll quickly feel the sting

I know you’ll need to strike at it
And make it all stop turning
I know you’ll try to find an end
To take away the hurting

I know you won’t believe me
Even though I will be true
When my touch is on your skin
You’ll know I’ve been you too

[Ammi]

I'm dedicating this to someone special, I have started to write a poem for him, but am not finding any enthusiasm or inspiration atm so well Byron will do for now
When we two are parted
Lord Byron

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sank chill on my brow
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:
Long, long shall I rue thee
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.

When we two are parted
Lord Byron

[Pyramid*]

Wee sad and very personal one that I wrote and gave to my mum when she was hospitalised after Dad passed away and we couldn't spent Xmas Eve or Xmas night together. :(


NORTH STAR AT CHRISTMAS



On Christmas Eve Mum, do something for me

Look out of your window, something I want you to see

Discover the North Star - it’ll be shining so bright

Showing my love for you, on that special night



And as you gaze up, and see how it glows

You’ll feel my love Mum, it’s strong as it grows

And a smile on your face I want there to be

Because I know then, that you are thinking of me



For Christmas is not about presents galore

There is a deep meaning - there’s so much more

Recognition of love and for things we are feeling

That we both still remain and we both have some meaning



Knowing that you and I have each other

For no one could ask for a more loving Mother

In physical form, I may not be there

Though believe me Mum, your feelings I’ll share



Yes – I will be sad and I know you will too

But now’s not the time, for us to feel blue

The warmth of knowing your deep love for me

Will get me through this, and you too – you’ll see



So on Christmas Eve Mum, please don’t cry

Because I’m not there to wipe your tears dry

Look up to the North Star, it shining so bright

I’ll feel your kiss reach me, as you say Goodnight



When I feel that kiss reach me, I know we’ll be fine

Coz I am all yours Mum - and you are all mine

North Start will guide us, it will show us the light

And give us the strength, not to give up the fight

[King Gizzard]

The three headed cow sat on the bench
Staring at Niamh, the wench
It fiddled with its udders while Niamh shudders
Niamh really had a bit of a stench

[Boothy]

The three headed cow sat on the bench
Staring at Niamh, the wench
It fiddled with its udders while Niamh shudders
Niamh really had a bit of a stench

:laugh2:

[Suze]

Wee sad and very personal one that I wrote and gave to my mum when she was hospitalised after Dad passed away and we couldn't spent Xmas Eve or Xmas night together. :(


NORTH STAR AT CHRISTMAS



On Christmas Eve Mum, do something for me

Look out of your window, something I want you to see

Discover the North Star - it’ll be shining so bright

Showing my love for you, on that special night



And as you gaze up, and see how it glows

You’ll feel my love Mum, it’s strong as it grows

And a smile on your face I want there to be

Because I know then, that you are thinking of me



For Christmas is not about presents galore

There is a deep meaning - there’s so much more

Recognition of love and for things we are feeling

That we both still remain and we both have some meaning



Knowing that you and I have each other

For no one could ask for a more loving Mother

In physical form, I may not be there

Though believe me Mum, your feelings I’ll share



Yes – I will be sad and I know you will too

But now’s not the time, for us to feel blue

The warmth of knowing your deep love for me

Will get me through this, and you too – you’ll see



So on Christmas Eve Mum, please don’t cry

Because I’m not there to wipe your tears dry

Look up to the North Star, it shining so bright

I’ll feel your kiss reach me, as you say Goodnight



When I feel that kiss reach me, I know we’ll be fine

Coz I am all yours Mum - and you are all mine

North Start will guide us, it will show us the light

And give us the strength, not to give up the fight


Oh Mids :sad: :kiss:

[Suze]

:hugesmile:yes thats me

You are very talented.

[Benjamin]

The Fourth Hour

You may be gone from here, but your presence will forever linger;

the little things you wrote are the little things that made me smile.

You touched so many lives in such a faceless, strange world,

and your sudden departure brought many tears to the eye.

A nightowl by nature; the fourth hour has lost another heart,

although heaven has gained another angel, to watch over us in the dark.

And the towers in which I now stand, echo with your words,

but like the sound of life, they will forever be heard.

So I bid you a fond farewell, my friend that I never really knew,

I’ll keep walking on my own path, one day I’ll meet you...


R.I.P. Kerry



Not very good I know, but I felt I had to get it off my chest.

[Ammi]

The Fourth Hour

You may be gone from here, but your presence will forever linger;

the little things you wrote are the little things that made me smile.

You touched so many lives in such a faceless, strange world,

and your sudden departure brought many tears to the eye.

A nightowl by nature; the fourth hour has lost another heart,

although heaven has gained another angel, to watch over us in the dark.

And the towers in which I now stand, echo with your words,

but like the sound of life, they will forever be heard.

So I bid you a fond farewell, my friend that I never really knew,

I’ll keep walking on my own path, one day I’ll meet you...


R.I.P. Kerry



Not very good I know, but I felt I had to get it off my chest.

..I thought you may write something Ben.....there are tears in my eyes right now.....it's more than good, it's from your heart....it's beautiful...:hug::love:

[Benjamin]

Thank you. :hug:

[Niamh.]

That's lovely Ben :hug:

[Ammi]

I've just read back throught the thread..there's some good writing in here

[MTVN]

That's actually really nice Ben, thanks for sharing

[Benjamin]

No worries. :blush:

[Kizzy]

Just brilliant have really enjoyed this thread, have wrote a little myself not of this caliber just daft stuff for kids. amay dtr is off to do a creative writing degree in sept will show her this, very inspirational :)

[Suze]

That is so beautiful, Ben :hug: You should post it in Kerry's thread also :) if you haven't done so already that is.

I still can't get my head round kerry not being here :( It still hasn't quite sunk in, I think it's because I don't want to believe it yet :( I might try and have a go at a little poem for kerry also if that's ok, it won't be on a par with you Poet Laureates in this forum, but I would still like to write something.

[Niamh.]

That is so beautiful, Ben :hug: You should post it in Kerry's thread also :) if you haven't done so already that is.

I still can't get my head round kerry not being here :( It still hasn't quite sunk in, I think it's because I don't want to believe it yet :( I might try and have a go at a little poem for kerry also if that's ok, it won't be on a par with you Poet Laureates in this forum, but I would still like to write something.

I like when we all talk about her and do stuff like that, keeps her alive here :hugesmile:

[Benjamin]

That is so beautiful, Ben :hug: You should post it in Kerry's thread also :) if you haven't done so already that is.

I still can't get my head round kerry not being here :( It still hasn't quite sunk in, I think it's because I don't want to believe it yet :( I might try and have a go at a little poem for kerry also if that's ok, it won't be on a par with you Poet Laureates in this forum, but I would still like to write something.

Of course it's ok to write one Suze. :hug:

[Sticks]

I may have posted this before

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!

Mary Frye (1932)

[Sticks]

Romantic Old Bird and Kerry

We miss you

[Ammi]

I've just recovered my files after my laptop drank a glass of lager a while ago....this is for someone I lost last year

Vanishing Act

The secrets of the conjurer’s trick are hidden in your heart
Our love reflects forever in the windows of your art
The flames are burning brightly as the spotlight leaves your face
And as the deck is fading, we applaud your final ace

The chosen card is hidden, with the slight upon your hand
As the glass upon the magic stand is emptied of its sand
Nothing hidden in this pack will make us gasp with awe
The empty stage is filled with echoes of your last encore

No more tears upon your pillow, no more pain for you my friend
Your audience is applauding and will stay until the end
Don’t be frightened by our sobs, we are captured in your spell
Take a bow before your journey; we are here to wish you well

The white glove flicks the wand and the rabbit turns to black
As the King of Hearts is broken and lies bleeding in the pack
Hocus Pocus, flick, it’s gone, the coin behind my ear
As the curtain closes now good friend, I watch you disappear

[Suze]

Of course it's ok to write one Suze. :hug:

Thank you Ben :)

[Suze]

Looking through this thread, there is so much talent, I think you should all get together and get your own TIBBs book of prose printed or kindled, it would sell like hotcakes :) Too much talent not to reach others :)

Did any of you ever read MrMustard's 'Is Poetry a Dead Art' in the general section of DS? Brilliant thread, and proved Poetry was indeed not a Dead Art :)

[Suze]

Going to post one of my poems here that I wrote a few years back now, it isn't good, but it isn't bad either :D And the point of a poem is to convey in words in your own special way :) So here goes:

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The Singer

There he was upon the stage looking slightly ill at ease
His eyes they shone, with a hint of doubt, pleading, 'like me please'
Nothing special or so I thought, with his toned down scruffy look
I should really know by now not to judge the cover of a book

He parted those lips, began to sing, and there before my eyes
A transformation did take place much to my own surprise
My eyes were wide, my mouth agape, as this singer stole my heart
That sweet melodic voice of his, it had me from the start

Gone was that slightly scruffy man, and in his place a star
I knew right then from hearing him, he was destined to go far
His voice it was like honey drops played gently on the tongue,
a whispering breeze upon the ears or a face warmed by the sun

Like angels had his golden tonsils touched, to give that special tone
Like a violin that is finely tuned to achieve that special hone
It's hard to describe such a voice that can bring one so much pleasure
and for a few moments in time, can take away life's pressure

I love the voice, I love the Singer, I love him play his part
The way he brings a song alive and reaches in your heart
I feel he's singing just to me, with that look upon his face
He gives his all, he sings with soul and his soul I do embrace

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[Ammi]

I hope that's the first of many Suze...very good''''

There was a young lady called Suze
who liked to post and amuse
But when Denise was crowned winner
Suze yelled 'filthy minger'
our Suze has a very short fuse

[Suze]

I hope that's the first of many Suze...very good''''

There was a young lady called Suze
who liked to post and amuse
But when Denise was crowned winner
Suze yelled 'filthy minger'
our Suze has a very short fuse

Love it :laugh2:

I have loads of poems, some ok, some terrible. When I nearly died some years back now, I had such a vivid dream one night and felt a need to write it as a poem, can even remember the dream to this day. It is a non rhyming one, I know that has a name just not sure what though, but I tried my hand at it, not very good at that sort though. Maybe I will post it here one day, will see ;)

The caliber of the poets on this thread is astonishing, I love the poetry on here :)

[Ammi]

Love it :laugh2:

I have loads of poems, some ok, some terrible. When I nearly died some years back now, I had such a vivid dream one night and felt a need to write it as a poem, can even remember the dream to this day. It is a non rhyming one, I know that has a name just not sure what though, but I tried my hand at it, not very good at that sort though. Maybe I will post it here one day, will see ;)

The caliber of the poets on this thread is astonishing, I love the poetry on here :)

...Free Verse
I hope you do....I'll look out for it

[Ammi]

I meant to post this yesterday and forgot...I'm not really enthusiastic about love poems...this one's ok as far as they go:

THE FLEA.
by John Donne


MARK but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is ;
It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be.
Thou know'st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead ;
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two ;
And this, alas ! is more than we would do.

O stay, three lives in one flea spare,
Where we almost, yea, more than married are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is.
Though parents grudge, and you, we're met,
And cloister'd in these living walls of jet.
Though use make you apt to kill me,
Let not to that self-murder added be,
And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.

Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?
Wherein could this flea guilty be,
Except in that drop which it suck'd from thee?
Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thou
Find'st not thyself nor me the weaker now.
'Tis true ; then learn how false fears be ;
Just so much honour, when thou yield'st to me,
Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee.

[Ammi]

This has probably been posted before...

If..... Rudyard Kipling

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

[Kizzy]

This has probably been posted before...

If..... Rudyard Kipling

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

My dads favourite that :)
I have a copy of it framed... They should definatly have this in the syllabus for GCSE English Lit.

[InOne]

This has probably been posted before...

If..... Rudyard Kipling

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Is that the same guy who wrote The Jungle Book?

[Ammi]

Is that the same guy who wrote The Jungle Book?

...Certainly is

[thesheriff443]

haunted by the past
with its tamper proof clasp
how long will the anger last
sink or swim or just keep bailing
its not just me i think im failing
who said life was all plain sailing

[Ammi]

Until I reach the tunnel, then how can I see the light?
And if I finally see it, will its radiance feel too bright
If I succeed in freeing it will my mind then disappear?
Erasing all tranquillity, along with troubled fear

Will I leave my body, resting gently on the bed?
Undisturbed by conversations from the truth within my head
Is the light more frightening than a child locked in the dark?
Devoid of natural landscape, in a masterpiece of stark

If I shed all illusion will I finally see the truth?
As on a springtime day and the paradise of youth
Casting off guilt’s shackles in a river’s gentle flow
And never looking back or pondering secrets that they know

If I walk towards you will the door be open wide?
Will you guide me to my body or strike me with your pride
We will take the step together as the tunnel is in sight
And leave behind all colours as we pale into the white

[thesheriff443]

hey you!
lovely poem,there is great depth in your poems
that only comes with age and suffering,

[Kizzy]

Ammi that was lovely.

[Ammi]

hey you!
lovely poem,there is great depth in your poems
that only comes with age and suffering,

LOL...I'm not that old...and I haven't suffered..no more or less than anyone else..I have a good life

[King Gizzard]

I shed a tear

[Ammi]

I shed a tear

LOL...only one Nathan..I'll try harder

[Benjamin]

It's because Nathan is emotionally dead. Nothing makes him cry apparently. Another classic little poem from you Ammi, you'll have to bundle them together soon and make a collection.

[Ammi]

Ever elusive and lost in translation
Conflict and war in dark conversation
Dreams and images trapped in the head
Hold on to the words which will never be said

Shape shifting sounds stripped of their meaning
Misunderstood voices with hate intervening
Universally vanished, the language you speak
Turning the world for the answers you seek

Tongue twisting sounds cracked and distorted
Spun round and round and violently contorted
Shattered and dispersed in the crack of a gun
A father is silenced as all words leave his son

Fragmented cries and sobs which lay scattered
Impulsive cries lay bloodstained and splattered
Corpses who spoke in the tongue of a nation
Slaughtered by words which were lost in translation

[King Gizzard]

Hats
Hats on rats
Hats on cats
Hats on bats
Hats.

[Kizzy]

Another brilliant poem ammi, just lovely :)

[King Gizzard]

thanks kizzy

[GypsyGoth]

Cats
Cats on rats
Cats on hats
Cats on bats
Cats.

[Ammi]

..I didn't intend to post this..but now it seems appropriate as it will probably be the last time I post in this thread.....

To Benjamin...with love

With each footstep left behind a greater one is taken
And all the souls laid in theirs beds will never be forsaken
Laughter shared and memories stirred will never wander far
They’ll dance to your direction and ignite your northern star

Some paths are rough and cobbled and you may loose your stride
But the beckoning roads are smooth and your dreams will help you glide
Over waters and through mountains, your rhythm won’t miss a beat
You will know that you’ve arrived when you stand upon your street

Take a pause along the way and keep the treasures that you find
A journey rushed too quickly is a journey which is blind
Discover connections everywhere and tie them to your heart
Branches of your journey will bind them tightly when you part

Let dreams become your compass, turning pages of desire
Giving answers to all questions, leaving nothing to require
With each wondrous chapter allow your footprints to unfold
Don’t lay the suitcase down until the final stone has rolled

When the road to nowhere leads you to your journeys end
Your body may be weary but your spirit will transcend
And when you look into those eyes and gaze at what you see
You’ll know your road has led you to where you’re meant to be

[Suze]

Oh Ammi, Ammi, Ammi,
That poem is pure honey.
When it comes to words, to prose,
Your always on the money

So please don't be a stranger
to this delightful thread on here
Your poems draw me to this thread
so full of love and cheer

[Me. I Am Salman]

Cats
Cats on rats
Cats on hats
Cats on bats
Cats.

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[Kizzy]

I wrote a poem on here last night...can't find it now twas pure gold haha

[Ammi]

Oh Ammi, Ammi, Ammi,
That poem is pure honey.
When it comes to words, to prose,
Your always on the money

So please don't be a stranger
to this delightful thread on here
Your poems draw me to this thread
so full of love and cheer

..LOL thank you I like that poem Suze :love:

..I'll try to think of one for you

[InOne]

Our Vicky

Let us all show a bit of respect for Our Vicky
She’s about to show that winning isn’t so tricky
Was there ever such a lady so lovely or bold?
Who would work her lovely legs just to hand us that gold

Such amazing grace in which she pushes her pedal
Just won’t fail to bring home that glorious gold medal
Have that victory dance ready at 4pm meantime
We can bask in her beauty and all cheer her sublime

This green eyed beauty has captured glory in Beijing
As stunning as Hepburn, inspiring as Luther King
As fearless as Boudicca and bold as Godiva
Leaves startled white faces on every other rider

A lion heart golden girl, our own lady of steel
Victorious Vicky the warrior of the wheel
Valiant athletes competing could never prevent
Our own Vicky from winning her Olympic event

By Ammi. Victoria Pendleton's number one fan.

[Jayson]

There once was a woman named Fred,
What a stupid name for a woman.

[Benjamin]

..I didn't intend to post this..but now it seems appropriate as it will probably be the last time I post in this thread.....

To Benjamin...with love

With each footstep left behind a greater one is taken
And all the souls laid in theirs beds will never be forsaken
Laughter shared and memories stirred will never wander far
They’ll dance to your direction and ignite your northern star

Some paths are rough and cobbled and you may loose your stride
But the beckoning roads are smooth and your dreams will help you glide
Over waters and through mountains, your rhythm won’t miss a beat
You will know that you’ve arrived when you stand upon your street

Take a pause along the way and keep the treasures that you find
A journey rushed too quickly is a journey which is blind
Discover connections everywhere and tie them to your heart
Branches of your journey will bind them tightly when you part

Let dreams become your compass, turning pages of desire
Giving answers to all questions, leaving nothing to require
With each wondrous chapter allow your footprints to unfold
Don’t lay the suitcase down until the final stone has rolled

When the road to nowhere leads you to your journeys end
Your body may be weary but your spirit will transcend
And when you look into those eyes and gaze at what you see
You’ll know your road has led you to where you’re meant to be

:love:

I will respond to your email today, sorry about the delay. :hugesmile:

[GypsyGoth]

This poem is called Religion.


I slapped Jesus in his stupid face
and when he turned to cry
I kicked his bum.

[Jayson]

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed


-Kumar Patel

[Livia]

For Rememberance Day 2012

Mesopotamia
Rudyard Kipling 1917

They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young,
The eager and whole-hearted whom we gave:
But the men who left them thriftily to die in their own dung,
Shall they come with years and honour to the grave?

They shall not return to us; the strong men coldly slain
In sight of help denied from day to day:
But the men who edged their agonies and chid them in their pain,
Are they too strong and wise to put away?

Our dead shall not return to us while Day and Night divide–
Never while the bars of sunset hold.
But the idle-minded overlings who quibbled while they died,
Shall they thrust for high employments as of old?

Shall we only threaten and be angry for an hour:
When the storm is ended shall we find
How softly but how swiftly they have sidled back to power
By the favour and contrivance of their kind?

Even while they soothe us, while they promise large amends,
Even while they make a show of fear,
Do they call upon their debtors, and take counsel with their friends,
To conform and re-establish each career?

Their lives cannot repay us–their death could not undo–
The shame that they have laid upon our race.
But the slothfulness that wasted and the arrogance that slew,
Shell we leave it unabated in its place?

[Ammi]

For Rememberance Day 2012

Mesopotamia
Rudyard Kipling 1917

They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young,
The eager and whole-hearted whom we gave:
But the men who left them thriftily to die in their own dung,
Shall they come with years and honour to the grave?

They shall not return to us; the strong men coldly slain
In sight of help denied from day to day:
But the men who edged their agonies and chid them in their pain,
Are they too strong and wise to put away?

Our dead shall not return to us while Day and Night divide–
Never while the bars of sunset hold.
But the idle-minded overlings who quibbled while they died,
Shall they thrust for high employments as of old?

Shall we only threaten and be angry for an hour:
When the storm is ended shall we find
How softly but how swiftly they have sidled back to power
By the favour and contrivance of their kind?

Even while they soothe us, while they promise large amends,
Even while they make a show of fear,
Do they call upon their debtors, and take counsel with their friends,
To conform and re-establish each career?

Their lives cannot repay us–their death could not undo–
The shame that they have laid upon our race.
But the slothfulness that wasted and the arrogance that slew,
Shell we leave it unabated in its place?


:love:..one of my favourites


The Unknown Soldier

A few questions I have pondered
If you have the time to spare
We can muse on them together
If lost secrets you will share

May I ask if you were eager?
Or reluctance did you show
Too afraid to look behind you
Or with yearning did you go?

Did you leave a weeping mother?
Heartbroken in her sorrow
Or a promise from a sweetheart
Of her love for each tomorrow

Were your dreams full of achievements?
Of the riches to be made
Or downtrodden with misfortunes
Left discouraged and dismayed

Did you keep on looking forward?
Marching proud towards your grave
Or turn back to all who loved you
And their melancholy wave

Was your heart filled with foreboding?
As the gunshot roared around
Were your mother’s arms around you?
As your body met with ground

With names crouched beneath the trenches
From the enemy concealed
Lost within the bloody battle
They shall never be revealed

As you rest below the shadows
With those who knew your story
We’ll illuminate your darkness
And celebrate your glory

[King Gizzard]

my emotions know no bounds

[Benjamin]

emo

[Ammi]

emu....

http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSiRIwILt0OZz09OnT8lyEAcKV0MkWm4 qXhzQZhbupkv8XA-1vH

[Benjamin]

Connoisseur Of Clouds

As one life begins its path one journey comes to an end,
too abrupt and sudden for moments passing,
the candles barely have time to flicker.
From boy, to musician and now connoisseur of clouds,
the water wept comes from saddened smiles,
of those memories that are summoned at this time.
Some say too soon, others know it was the moment,
all agree that the heart will miss so deeply
as they were touched by the harmony scattered on our paths.

[Ammi]

When the sun is at its brightest but outside the skies are grey
When the words have choked inside you for there’s nothing left to say
When fear is armed and at the front line preparing to advance
When your chosen song is playing but your feet refuse to dance

When the orchestra is playing but comes crushing through your ears
When the world around is waltzing but you’re crippled in your fear
When life’s beggar stretches out his hand, there’s nothing left to give
When death grows more intriguing than the prison where you live

When you’re looking for tomorrow but it’s nowhere to be found
When you’re stuck within this moment and your arms and legs are bound
When you bathe in pools of tears and they incinerate your skin
When this game of life you’re playing is the one you’ll never win

When you’re seeking words of promise in the solace of the song
but the symphony won’t reach you on the tower you sit upon
When the prisoner inside you pleads for mercy to be shown
but the pleadings are unheeded as his flesh falls from the bone

When the wilderness consumes you and you lay your head to rest
And you sink into the wasteland as you terminate your quest
When the hostess of depression hands an invite to her lair
And your helpless desolation makes her certain to ensnare

[Benjamin]

Ariel just reminded me of the tribal poem. Figured I should post it in here.

Lanakila

We are the warriors of the tribe that will take you down,
like sharks in the ocean we will rule the waters;
like the eagle in the air we will own the skies.
Like the snakes on the land we will belong to the earth
and like the dragons of our ancestors we will breathe with fire,
We fight our victory to the island, we are Lanakila.

[Ammi]

Ariel just reminded me of the tribal poem. Figured I should post it in here.

Lanakila

We are the warriors of the tribe that will take you down,
like sharks in the ocean we will rule the waters;
like the eagle in the air we will own the skies.
Like the snakes on the land we will belong to the earth
and like the dragons of our ancestors we will breathe with fire,
We fight our victory to the island, we are Lanakila.



...:love:

[Apple202]

we love poetry too :)

#APPLE2013

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[mizzy25]

me and friend wrote this about 15 years ago when we worked together in a daytime restaurant called deli france we called it a rap but it like a poem. its about the food and the staff and has only recently been found we thought we,d lost it.

the delifrance staff rap

come on in, walk this way,
smoking upstairs, dont delay.
Weve no scones or teacakes too,
but if you want a baguette were the people for you.
We can serve you coffee, we can serve you tea, grand cappacinos alright by me.
Pepperoni pizzas nice and hot, baked on the premises hit the spot.
Have a hot chocolate, cream and flake, treat yourself and have a cake.
Weve peach tarts, strawberry too, cinnamon whirls too good to be true.
Soup and a roll nice and tasty, if you dont want that try a spinach pastry.
Our baker Denise aims to please, if you like her food then give her a squeeze.
Anna, a boss nice and mummsy, she loves Nick even thought hes clumsy.
Traceys obssessed with getting thinner we cant persuade her to eat any dinner.
Carole she giggles all dy long, with her smile you cant go wrong.
Julie,s the actress, lovely soul, she,s @ home in any role.
Trish she wears a nice bright cardie she makes us laugh like Laurel and Hardy.
Rachel is a nice young lass, she will serve you through till last.
Little Lisa nice and polite, then theres kevin gives us a fright, he says hes the best worker in the place? Maybe he means in outer space!
Louise is extra fast, order from her and its there in a blast.
Weve got Holly, shes just so jolly thats shes off her trolley.
Adele is little and very sweet, unless shes stressed now theres a treat.
Then theres Kate and Emma too, theyre happy to serve you through and through.
Look to the East, look to the West, by anyones standards Delifrance is the best!

[Ammi]

me and friend wrote this about 15 years ago when we worked together in a daytime restaurant called deli france we called it a rap but it like a poem. its about the food and the staff and has only recently been found we thought we,d lost it.

the delifrance staff rap

come on in, walk this way,
smoking upstairs, dont delay.
Weve no scones or teacakes too,
but if you want a baguette were the people for you.
We can serve you coffee, we can serve you tea, grand cappacinos alright by me.
Pepperoni pizzas nice and hot, baked on the premises hit the spot.
Have a hot chocolate, cream and flake, treat yourself and have a cake.
Weve peach tarts, strawberry too, cinnamon whirls too good to be true.
Soup and a roll nice and tasty, if you dont want that try a spinach pastry.
Our baker Denise aims to please, if you like her food then give her a squeeze.
Anna, a boss nice and mummsy, she loves Nick even thought hes clumsy.
Traceys obssessed with getting thinner we cant persuade her to eat any dinner.
Carole she giggles all dy long, with her smile you cant go wrong.
Julie,s the actress, lovely soul, she,s @ home in any role.
Trish she wears a nice bright cardie she makes us laugh like Laurel and Hardy.
Rachel is a nice young lass, she will serve you through till last.
Little Lisa nice and polite, then theres kevin gives us a fright, he says hes the best worker in the place? Maybe he means in outer space!
Louise is extra fast, order from her and its there in a blast.
Weve got Holly, shes just so jolly thats shes off her trolley.
Adele is little and very sweet, unless shes stressed now theres a treat.
Then theres Kate and Emma too, theyre happy to serve you through and through.
Look to the East, look to the West, by anyones standards Delifrance is the best!

...:love:.....I love that Mizzy..I was trying to kind of get the rhythm of the rap in my head..did you ever perform it for the customers..?..I've got to do a rap for Red Nose Day infront of millions of children..it's not too bad though because children are kind of easy to enertain and think most things are funny....your work colleagues at Deli France all sound like a great bunch of people...it must have been good times...

[mizzy25]

me and one other lass wrote it one day when we were very bored, cant remember doing it for the customers but we did for the other staff. i left there about 13 years ago but have kept in touch with trish who wrote it with me (im carole lol) and we have a few nights out per year. the rap we thought was long gone as we always thought i had it and i lost it, then lo and behold trish was sorting her cupboards/wardrobes out and she found it and as we were out on sat night she brought it along for me.

[Kizzy]

That's really great mizzy :) mmmmmm I really fancy a latte now haha!

[mizzy25]

found another one but this wasnt wrote by me it was wrote for me by a workmate. it was after delifrance and i worked as a cleaner in a school.

this ones called Wor Caz and was wrote for me by a workmate i worked as a cleaner in a school then.

she starts work @ 3pm in the afternoon
when the suns out and there isnt a moon!

as she come in she lets out a yawn
its afternoon, not the crack of dawn!

its time for work, we all muster
just to get carole to get her duster.

off to the cupboard she will trot
then comes straight back "something shes forgot"

she,ll spend all day trying to clean
the kids are about it makes her mean.

shes in the cloakroom mopping the floor
"is Dave about?" the mess in heres more!

At 5pm in the kitchen she is
making her pop without the fizz.

As were outside having a cuppa
she is talking about "chicken dippers for supper"

She sits and she laughs and an ear she will bend
she is funny "wor caz" from "whippet waarllsend"

[Ammi]

found another one but this wasnt wrote by me it was wrote for me by a workmate. it was after delifrance and i worked as a cleaner in a school.

this ones called Wor Caz and was wrote for me by a workmate i worked as a cleaner in a school then.

she starts work @ 3pm in the afternoon
when the suns out and there isnt a moon!

as she come in she lets out a yawn
its afternoon, not the crack of dawn!

its time for work, we all muster
just to get carole to get her duster.

off to the cupboard she will trot
then comes straight back "something shes forgot"

she,ll spend all day trying to clean
the kids are about it makes her mean.

shes in the cloakroom mopping the floor
"is Dave about?" the mess in heres more!

At 5pm in the kitchen she is
making her pop without the fizz.

As were outside having a cuppa
she is talking about "chicken dippers for supper"

She sits and she laughs and an ear she will bend
she is funny "wor caz" from "whippet waarllsend"


....:love:..I hope you post more in here mizzy..I love that you write these for people you know..

[mizzy25]

that last one was wrote for me about me ammi, sorry i dont have anymore.

[DanaC]

Just a little thread to post poems you have read or written yourself if you wish. :)


This poem is what got me into poetry when I was 14. It just touched my heart and mind in a way nothing else could do at that time of my life. :)

WILFRED OWEN

DULCE ET DECORUM EST

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.



http://www.warpoetry.co.uk/owen1.html

This was got me into poetry too! Loved it. Did it at school and it blew my mind.

[DanaC]

I write poetry from time to time. I have a little site for the ones I've done over the last decade or so and decided to keep. Some light, some dark some just observations or experiments, some political and some very personal. It's desperately in need of an update mind you :p

http://sites.google.com/site/danispoetry/


I'd like to share a few with you if that's ok :)


Starting with something quite light and fun: one I wrote for my eldest niece on her 18th Birthday:

For Amelia on the Occasion of her Eighteenth Birthday

A is for all the things you’ve done,
The artist’s eye and acrobatic cartwheels in the living room.
M is for the cards you made, the ones we’ve kept, the pictures saved.
And for all the madcap fun, the jokes and playfights in the sun.

E is for the evergreen, everlasting summer scene,
Evenings spent with trusted friends,
Hot tub parties, treehouse dens.

L is for your Mother’s little girl,
Learning how to walk into the world.
Also for the laughing eyes, lightning fists, your Daddy’s pride,
And for learning how to be your self.

I is for the innocent babe. Eighteen years ago this very day.
And for the inspired instigator, having fun with little sister,
In these altogether halcyon days.

And finally my dear, from your aunt, another A,
For all the things you know we seldom say.
All the love and all the cherish, all the pride and all the relish,
All my wishes babe, along the way.





And a darker, very personal one written when my Dad was becoming very ill:

Dad

I watch you as you walk.
Your footsteps, slower than before.
The dressing gown you wear,
hangs from you, awkward
and more than you need.

A momentary pain
crosses your face,
I see you wince.
Your mouth open slightly
as you struggle to breathe.

I try to cheer you up,
I talk about the programmes that
you watch.
The cop show, American and slick.
I foster interest. I watch the same show.

Something I say catches your ear,
You smile, a small grin.
And I see my brother there.
In the rope of muscles tensing down your arm,
Your stance, the way you lean against the wall.

Was that how you used to look?
So long ago, I didn’t know,
the way that this would go.
In the end, is this the way it all goes?
Echoes of a face that I once knew.

The hacking cough at night,
the sleeplessness.
The nurses cannot know, they’d never guess,
How neatly that you ate.
The way you’d fold the wrapper of a sweet.

I flatter you with memory.
I change you every time I think of you.
I take a decade off,
I change the view.
It shocks me every time that I see you.


A political/social observation poem next. Inspired by my Mum's work at the time with asylum seekers and refugees:

Asylum

Come on in, take a seat and don’t make a sound.
We’ll give the help that you need,
to return to where you’ll bleed on someone else’s ground.
Is that a child at your skirt, with her eyes blazing hurt?
Well that will never do.
There’s a doorway over there, it’s wet and stormy and you're scared,
but it’s the best that we can do.

Did you think that we would care?
Did you think we’d lay it bare? For a sufferer like you?
Tell your story in your sleep, there are rules we need to keep,
we have our own problems too.
We can hurt you if we want, we can hold you to account,
for the way that you arrived and the troubles you can count.

Tell me again, what they did to your men,
when they stormed through the night.
We’ll file it and say you’re a liar and anyway, you left it too late.
Did your son survive? Is your sister alive?
Prove your pain to us now, are those tears in your eyes?
Now tell us again, how many of them, did not survive?

Can you show us some scars? Can you prove who you are?
Did you think we would take it on faith?
You’re thin as a whip, you look dead and you sit like a long forgotten wraith.
And your eyes hold the colour of all that you lost,
your shoulders weighed with the unbearable cost, of how you got away.

We’ve reached our conclusion. Your scars aren’t enough,
we’re sending you home, your story’s a bluff.
The rapes never happened, the death toll’s a lie,
no one was tortured, nobody died.
You never were married, your son never lived,
your sister’s made up and the names that you give don’t exist.

It’s five in the morning. The runway is cold.
Your little girl’s crying, from eyes that look old.
The men who brought you, were rough and unkind,
they bruised you and dragged you and paid no mind
to the tears of your just-wakened child.
You wipe her eyes now, pull her red rain-coat tight
and tell her, you’ll make it all right.


And lastly, a little poem I wrote a few months ago and have yet to give a title:

Untitled Poem

Set your direction,
Choose your way.
Foot falling,
Heel to toe, heel to toe.

Your shadow leaps,
ahead of you.
Holds the ground,
Signposting indigo

Moving forward,
Through the trees.
Foot rising,
Impressions in the snow, heel to toe

Raindrops spatter,
Boreholes in the snow.
Where the snowbees build,
Their hives of ice and coal.

A sudden flurry,
Brittle wings.
Feathered fallings,
Crumple to the ground below.

The winding path,
in front of you.
Foot falling,
Heel to toe, heel to toe.

[DanaC]

Now I'm gonna go back through the thread and read all these wonderful poems. I've already spotted a few that are awesome.

[Z]

I Will Wade Out - E E Cummings

i will wade out
till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
Alive
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
Will i complete the mystery
of my flesh
I will rise
After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

[Z]

Desiderata - Max Ehrmann

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.


Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.


Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.


Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.


You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.


Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.


With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

[Z]

Ernst Jandl - Ottos Mops

This poem is about a little dog (pug I believe) that causes a lot of mischief and stresses his owner out, it's written in German and it's more about the phonetics of the German language and the use of the 'o' sound. Lovely little poem and very clever too. Jandl liked to challenge language.

ottos mops trotzt
otto: fort mops fort
ottos mops hopst fort
otto: soso

otto holt koks
otto holt obst
otto horcht
otto: mops mops
otto hofft

ottos mops klopft
otto: komm mops komm
ottos mops kommt
ottos mops kotzt
otto: ogottogott

[DanaC]

Always loved Desiderata.

[Z]

Always loved Desiderata.

I think it's brilliant.

[Tozzie]

I'm so glad I've found this poetry thread, I love to write rhyming poetry and its nice to have somewhere to share it with my fellow forum friends. Now I have found the thread I'll share them with you daily, hopefully you will enjoy my poems. I've read some great poems here, keep them coming.

Here is one of my favourite poems that I wrote.

Heavenly Soldier

The soldier who died fighting
Now stood at Heavens gate
Would the Lord embrace him?
He waited for his fate

God now asked the soldier
Do you deserve a place
Here with these good people
From the human race?

The soldier thinks awhile
Then tells God his thought
No Lord I’m not perfect
But for my fellow man I fought


I carried a gun, I opened fire,
I threw a hand grenade
I didn’t want to kill him
I knelt by him and prayed

I did all this in the call of duty
Killing was not my choice
The army called me up to fight
Me, and many boys

See dear lord I am not bad
For my country I had to serve
I stood shaking, terrified
But I couldn’t lose my nerve

The Lord by now had heard enough
His judgement he had made
Come in my son walk through here
Come join the heavenly parade

So now the soldier marches on
Burdens taken from his shoulders
Happy in Heaven serving God
With other fallen soldiers

[DanaC]

That's really good Tozzie!

Very moving. I like the structure, too. It really works.

[DanaC]

This seems an appropriate juncture to post an anti-war poem *smiles*

Written a few years ago after the initial invasion of Iraq, as we were told the war was over: an announcement which preceded a decade of occupation and further fighting.

Babylon Burns

The War is dead;
long live The War.
No hidden stash;
no secret store.

And in my name,
they sent the planes:
that dropped the bombs;
that brought the rain.

A million marched,
and were ignored;
voices drowned out,
by shock and awe.

They swagger on;
they know no shame.
How many dead?
How many maimed?

And in my name,
they broke it down.
Babylon burns.
Babylon drowns.

The War is dead;
long live The War.
And in my name,
they sent the planes.
A million marched,
and were ignored.
They swagger on;
they know no shame.

And in my name
they broke it down.
And in my name,
They sent the rain.
Babylon burns;
Babylon drowns

[DanaC]

This one is autobiographical. A scene from my childhood.

The Three Musketeers

The Three Musketeers, with their two trusty hounds,
Jumped into the car and sped into the night.
And the windows, still frosted, took moments to clear,
as the car nosed its way through the streets and the lanes.


And the Three Musketeers, sang stories of fear,
And the trembling and shake of the beasts that drew near
And the dogs looked uneasy, at a dark shape ahead,
So the Three Musketeers drew their swords and prepared.


But the shape was unmoving; just static and glowering.
The dogs grew more frightened, their growls growing louder
And the first Musketeer said ‘you know we must get out;
It could be a person, or a beast that’s been injured


Or an alien visitor crashed by the wayside’ and saying this,
Swift and decisive, she opened the car door, and slipped out to see it.
But just as she did so, she glanced back beside her,
and told her co-pilot, ‘look after your sister.’


The second Musketeer, with a flurry of motion,
Followed the first and approached the still roadblock
But the third Musketeer, stayed behind with the hound dogs,
Their tails all aquiver, their throats filled with growling.


A shout from the dark road, a yell and some laughter,
The shape, just the air-billowed round of a bin-bag
The two Musketeers clicked the clasps of their seatbelts
and smiled at the third as they whooshed down the night lane.


And all of the stories they told of their journey,
Come back down the years when the night sky is calling,
The Three Musketeers, with the two matching hound dogs,
off on their wild rides and night time adventures

[Tozzie]

That's really good Tozzie!

Very moving. I like the structure, too. It really works.

Thanks Dana. Glad you liked it. I do write some quite sad poems but I also write some humourous ones, I'll post a humourous one tomorrow. x

[DanaC]

Last one then I'll stop, I promise :p


Memory

Some
kind,
of strange day;

matters
are scattered,
every which way.

I
can't,
speak for the,
wind that,

blows through here;
with its,
savage roar, and

hungry jaws.

Scours
as,
it glides; takes
away
what it hides...

....impudent breeze.

[DanaC]

Thanks Dana. Glad you liked it. I do write some quite sad poems but I also write some humourous ones, I'll post a humourous one tomorrow. x

I'll look forward to that! :)

[Tozzie]

This one is autobiographical. A scene from my childhood.

The Three Musketeers

The Three Musketeers, with their two trusty hounds,
Jumped into the car and sped into the night.
And the windows, still frosted, took moments to clear,
as the car nosed its way through the streets and the lanes.


And the Three Musketeers, sang stories of fear,
And the trembling and shake of the beasts that drew near
And the dogs looked uneasy, at a dark shape ahead,
So the Three Musketeers drew their swords and prepared.


But the shape was unmoving; just static and glowering.
The dogs grew more frightened, their growls growing louder
And the first Musketeer said ‘you know we must get out;
It could be a person, or a beast that’s been injured


Or an alien visitor crashed by the wayside’ and saying this,
Swift and decisive, she opened the car door, and slipped out to see it.
But just as she did so, she glanced back beside her,
and told her co-pilot, ‘look after your sister.’


The second Musketeer, with a flurry of motion,
Followed the first and approached the still roadblock
But the third Musketeer, stayed behind with the hound dogs,
Their tails all aquiver, their throats filled with growling.


A shout from the dark road, a yell and some laughter,
The shape, just the air-billowed round of a bin-bag
The two Musketeers clicked the clasps of their seatbelts
and smiled at the third as they whooshed down the night lane.


And all of the stories they told of their journey,
Come back down the years when the night sky is calling,
The Three Musketeers, with the two matching hound dogs,
off on their wild rides and night time adventures

you write really well, I've enjoyed reading the poems today, really pleased I found this thread. Its good when we find people we have things in common with. x

[Benjamin]

Oh, not posted in here for a while. Will try get one of mine in here later.

[Kizzy]

Last one then I'll stop, I promise :p


Memory

Some
kind,
of strange day;

matters
are scattered,
every which way.

I
can't,
speak for the,
wind that,

blows through here;
with its,
savage roar, and

hungry jaws.

Scours
as,
it glides; takes
away
what it hides...

....impudent breeze.

I love this! your poems are great dana, amazon do publishing now?

[Tozzie]

Morning all, hopefully the poem I wrote about the menopause will start your day off with a chuckle. Enjoy.

Menopausal Times

Sprouting hairs on my chin
I’m looking like a man!
Flushes make one sweat like mad
Good job I have a fan!

Pounding heart, sweating palms
I think I’m going to die
This feeling of anxiety
It makes me want to cry

Angry, calm, happy, sad
My moods are topsy turvy
This bloody rotten menopause
Makes me feel all nervy!

Sneezing hard, yes you guessed
I’ve gone and done a trickle
When I cough, laugh or sneeze
It makes me want to pickle

Tender tits, dry down there
I've grown a 'tash and beard
My hairs gone thin I need a wig
My memory’s disappeared

Aching back, gaining weight
It happens every day
I’ll take my pills, potions too
And keep symptoms at bay

Where’s my aid, I’m going deaf
Its gone down the settee!
Pass my specs, there over there
I’m needing them to see

I guess I have to realise
The reason bones are creaking
Is simply nothing else
C’ept old age is a creeping

[Ammi]

..I think I'll give the menopause a miss then Tozzie, it doesn't sound the greatest...good poem though..:love:...

[Z]

I was broken up with in the most horrible way two years ago... I've been thinking about it a lot recently. If I were at all musical I would want to turn this into a song rather than keep it as a poem but I thought I'd post it here anyway...

Sometimes

I miss you sometimes
The way you look at me
Your voice, your laugh
The photographs
And the way it used to be.

I miss you sometimes
The times you made me cry
You lied, you're mean
The jealousy
And the part of me that died.

I miss you sometimes
The feelings of regret
The chances missed
The times we kissed
And the feeling when we met.

I miss you sometimes
The day you broke my heart
Emptiness
And loneliness
The time we've spent apart.

I miss you sometimes.

I miss you sometimes.

[Ammi]

I was broken up with in the most horrible way two years ago... I've been thinking about it a lot recently. If I were at all musical I would want to turn this into a song rather than keep it as a poem but I thought I'd post it here anyway...

Sometimes

I miss you sometimes
The way you look at me
Your voice, your laugh
The photographs
And the way it used to be.

I miss you sometimes
The times you made me cry
You lied, you're mean
The jealousy
And the part of me that died.

I miss you sometimes
The feelings of regret
The chances missed
The times we kissed
And the feeling when we met.

I miss you sometimes
The day you broke my heart
Emptiness
And loneliness
The time we've spent apart.

I miss you sometimes.

I miss you sometimes.

..that's lovely Zee, I always love poems that are personal and come from the heart and painful emotions do create inspiration more than any other emotion..


..and anyone who would break up with you is a major lunatic and probably a miserable wretch right now, whereas you are as fabulous as ever..who is the loser there..eh, eh, eh......:hug:...

[Z]

..that's lovely Zee, I always love poems that are personal and come from the heart and painful emotions do create inspiration more than any other emotion..


..and anyone who would break up with you is a major lunatic and probably a miserable wretch right now, whereas you are as fabulous as ever..who is the loser there..eh, eh, eh......:hug:...

:hug:

It was the worst thing anyone has ever done to me and I'm not sure I'll ever get over the injustice of how it all ended, but I've moved forwards with my life in the last two years... Does that make sense at all? The specific ins and outs of it all are starting to fade but I can still recall all the feelings I felt as if it happened yesterday.

[Ammi]

:hug:

It was the worst thing anyone has ever done to me and I'm not sure I'll ever get over the injustice of how it all ended, but I've moved forwards with my life in the last two years... Does that make sense at all? The specific ins and outs of it all are starting to fade but I can still recall all the feelings I felt as if it happened yesterday.

..strong pain is something you never forget, whether it be emotional or physical..they say the 'first cut is the deepest', you're first love is the most painful etc but I don't think that's necessarily true, it's just the first time you remember to have felt those sort of emotions so you remember them more..bt that's not to mistake it for still having feelings for that person or a longing for the relationship again because even though you feel there were lots of wrongs about it, which maybe made it feel more heartbreaking, it was never going to work or meant to be if that person in any way judged something harshly because all that would have happened is that you would have been together longer and then they would have broken your heart when you had invested even more of yourself into it...feeling how you did about them, whatever they did to you..you wouldn't have done that to them..?...so they weren't the person that would have made you happy and given you anything you needed emotionally....

[Z]

..strong pain is something you never forget, whether it be emotional or physical..they say the 'first cut is the deepest', you're first love is the most painful etc but I don't think that's necessarily true, it's just the first time you remember to have felt those sort of emotions so you remember them more..bt that's not to mistake it for still having feelings for that person or a longing for the relationship again because even though you feel there were lots of wrongs about it, which maybe made it feel more heartbreaking, it was never going to work or meant to be if that person in any way judged something harshly because all that would have happened is that you would have been together longer and then they would have broken your heart when you had invested even more of yourself into it...feeling how you did about them, whatever they did to you..you wouldn't have done that to them..?...so they weren't the person that would have made you happy and given you anything you needed emotionally....

Exactly :) I think it's just quite cathartic to be able to talk about it now after two years even if it's through poetry and in a non-specific way, it just helps to let it go bit by bit. I didn't turn to friends for help because nobody can help you when you've had your heart broken, it's a lesson that you need to learn on your own and no amount of moaning about it or bottling it up will help - it just takes time and patience to get over it, I think...

[Tozzie]

I was broken up with in the most horrible way two years ago... I've been thinking about it a lot recently. If I were at all musical I would want to turn this into a song rather than keep it as a poem but I thought I'd post it here anyway...

Sometimes

I miss you sometimes
The way you look at me
Your voice, your laugh
The photographs
And the way it used to be.

I miss you sometimes
The times you made me cry
You lied, you're mean
The jealousy
And the part of me that died.

I miss you sometimes
The feelings of regret
The chances missed
The times we kissed
And the feeling when we met.

I miss you sometimes
The day you broke my heart
Emptiness
And loneliness
The time we've spent apart.

I miss you sometimes.

I miss you sometimes.

that brought tears to my eyes, its beautiful Zee. I could see that making a great song too. (hugs) x

[Z]

that brought tears to my eyes, its beautiful Zee. I could see that making a great song too. (hugs) x

Thank you Tozzie :hug:

[Tozzie]

here is a poem I wrote for my God Daughter when she was being bullied.

In life we have our ups and downs
And nasty folks will do their rounds
They simply live a miserable existence
From these people keep your distance

These individuals are really sad
They feel the need to be horrible and bad
They sit behind their desks and phones
Thinking up ways to throw sticks and stones

The only way for their bad nature to feed
Is think up ways to do a hurtful deed
They’ll cause much strife and lots of worry
They have no conscience, they’re never sorry

They spread vicious rumours and downright lies
The words they purely sensationalize
And while they’re causing such dismay
They're destroying lives along the way

The best revenge against such people
Is to hold your head high, as high as a steeple
Let nothing they do break your will
As they carry on climbing their lonely hill

Be strong, upstanding, set yourself a mission
Show the losers your happy disposition
Those nasty cowards, what they do is just appalling
But given time, Karma will come acalling

[DanaC]

Excellent! Loved that Tozzie. Bet that made her feel tons better.

Also, really loved your menopause poem. Made me laugh out loud in places:p

@ Zee: really moving poem that. Beautifully written. I can totally imagine it as a song too.

And: thanks so much guys for the positive comments about my stuff. It's nice to have somewhere to share these things :)

[Tozzie]

Excellent! Loved that Tozzie. Bet that made her feel tons better.

Also, really loved your menopause poem. Made me laugh out loud in places:p

@ Zee: really moving poem that. Beautifully written. I can totally imagine it as a song too.

And: thanks so much guys for the positive comments about my stuff. It's nice to have somewhere to share these things :)

Thanks DanaC, its always good if I can make someone chuckle. I agree, its great to have somewhere to share our poems. x

[Z]

That poem is lovely Tozzie :) wish I had a godmother like you looking out for me! Thank you DanaC :)

[Tozzie]

As I'm forever watching my weight I decided to write this poem, I wonder if any of you can identify with it LOL

The Scale

I rise out of bed, what do I find?
My bathroom scales are first on my mind!

My daily routine, is get out of bed
Then to the bathroom is where I’ll head

I tread ever so gently onto the scale
Then say a prayer whilst a breath I inhale

Please dear lord the pounds I am needing
Are a little bit lower than yesterdays reading

Now when I think of my calorie intake
A good weight loss reading I have to forsake

Eat less and exercise, drink no wine
I’ll then lose some weight and I’ll be on cloud nine

So now here we have a brand new day
Today I’ll be good come what may!

[DanaC]

Ahaha. Excellent.

[Alf]

On a dark and stormy night
Christopher Columbus needed a sh*te
it had to be done, it had to be done
so out of the window he popped his bum
a Vicar was walking by, and he did it right in his eye

[Tozzie]

This is a poem I wrote last year when Winter was on its way.

Changing Seasons

looking out my window
I see a dismal day
I ask myself 'where’s summer gone?'
I guess its gone on its way

Fire's on, turned up high
Bills will go through the ceiling
I really hate these kind of days
They cause a miserable feeling

I'll stay indoors, not venture out
In the depressing, awful storm
I'm happier here inside my house
Where its nice and warm!

The Wintry season has appeared
and Summer is no more
We'll all be wet and shivering
Frozen to the core!

So now I'll take my memories
Of Mr Sunshines rays
I'll tuck them away inside my mind
And wait for nicer days

[Tozzie]

Hope you like my poem about TiBB, I've tried to put some humour into it.

The Habit

TiBB is like a habit
It’s a terrible affliction
I can’t help myself
I’ve developed an addiction

I switch on my computer
When I rise out of my pit
Then I’ll log onto TiBB
Tell myself ‘just for a bit’

After signing onto TiBB
I notice a brand new thread
Someone must have made it
Whilst I was sleeping in my bed

As I look down the threads
I seen an argument brewing
Some are trying to keep their calm
Whilst others are positively spewing

The threads can get quite heated
I see people falling out
As I read what they’ve said
I can almost hear them shout

I always think opinions are best
discussed with nice composure
I wish people wouldn’t get so mad
It’s really only a gameshow

I like to read the comments
About my favourite housemate
Some agree, say nice things
While some are filled with hate

I’ve finally come to realise
I really am obsessed
This thing that they call TiBB
It’s gotten me possessed!

I logged on for ‘a bit’
How come that I’m still here?
I really must log off now
It’s time to grab a beer!

So my fellow TiBBers
For now I’ll say cheerio
I’ve sat on TiBB long enough
Its really time to go

Before I leave I’d like to say
I’m glad I joined this forum
Whilst some may agree with what I say
Some may think its dumb!

[DanaC]

Hahaha! That was brilliant, Tozzie! I can relate :p

[DanaC]

Zee's 'perfect pet' thread got me thinking about the dogs in my life.

Carrot Pilausson is my current companion, but he wasn't my first bearded collie. My first was a dog called Pilau, and he was the first dog I had as an independent adult (as opposed to the family pets I grew up with). I'd had about 8 years where dogs weren't really an option, then my partner (ex) and I decided we were in a position to get a puppy. My mum had recently lost her seven month old pup to a tragic accident, so she also got a puppy from the same litter. Two boys, one brown one blue, brothers and best friends to the end.

Ahhh, but he was one in a million, my Pilau. He died at the end of 2011, and this is his poem:

To Pilau

It was an overcast day in Hull, when we first met.
Chocolate-box cute puppy you were.
There was never a choice to be made.
You fell asleep in my arms,
as the other pups played, and that was that.
You were ours now.

Then in such a short time,
we stepped onto the worry-go-round.
Emergency call-out vets,
And worried waiting rooms.
If someone had told me then,
That you’d be my best friend, til I was 40,
Or thereabouts,
I’d have had my doubts.
I’d have thought them mad.
But you made it to 13 years, my bonny lad.

And they were the best years.
The bird-chasing, carpet digging years.
The valley running, river splashing years.
They were the fun years , I think you’d agree.
You seemed to be having a nice time.
There was good food, and cuddles and playtime,
Surrounded by people who adored you,
And a brother who lived so near you,
You were never really apart. Even as old men,
with your raincoats, quiet nights and slow walks.

And now you’re gone, and I’m bereft,
My house is empty of your breath,
But I still think it is your home.
And your brother Dante grieves,
The way dogs do these things,
And wonders where you are,
When I drop by alone.

Somewhere between the sleeping pup
And the dog who’d had enough,
You carved yourself into my bones, became a part of me.
And I hope I didn’t make you wait too long,
Hard to draw a line in such deep sand.

Sitting here as I write these words,
Two weeks have passed
since you locked your eyes on mine,
As I called time.
And all your people miss you,
The pack continues with you
In our minds.

So now, from me
Goodnight. My little wolf, rest well.
You earned it babe, you did us proud,
And I’m so glad I had the chance
to know you.
There’s always one, I’ve heard,
Some dog owners say.
Although you love them all as deep.
There’s always one whose eyes you keep, who never goes away.
Goodnight my little wolf,
I know you’ll stay.

[Tozzie]

Hahaha! That was brilliant, Tozzie! I can relate :p

glad you enjoyed it DanaC, my aim was to raise a smile or two. xxx

[Tozzie]

Zee's 'perfect pet' thread got me thinking about the dogs in my life.

Carrot Pilausson is my current companion, but he wasn't my first bearded collie. My first was a dog called Pilau, and he was the first dog I had as an independent adult (as opposed to the family pets I grew up with). I'd had about 8 years where dogs weren't really an option, then my partner (ex) and I decided we were in a position to get a puppy. My mum had recently lost her seven month old pup to a tragic accident, so she also got a puppy from the same litter. Two boys, one brown one blue, brothers and best friends to the end.

Ahhh, but he was one in a million, my Pilau. He died at the end of 2011, and this is his poem:

To Pilau

It was an overcast day in Hull, when we first met.
Chocolate-box cute puppy you were.
There was never a choice to be made.
You fell asleep in my arms,
as the other pups played, and that was that.
You were ours now.

Then in such a short time,
we stepped onto the worry-go-round.
Emergency call-out vets,
And worried waiting rooms.
If someone had told me then,
That you’d be my best friend, til I was 40,
Or thereabouts,
I’d have had my doubts.
I’d have thought them mad.
But you made it to 13 years, my bonny lad.

And they were the best years.
The bird-chasing, carpet digging years.
The valley running, river splashing years.
They were the fun years , I think you’d agree.
You seemed to be having a nice time.
There was good food, and cuddles and playtime,
Surrounded by people who adored you,
And a brother who lived so near you,
You were never really apart. Even as old men,
with your raincoats, quiet nights and slow walks.

And now you’re gone, and I’m bereft,
My house is empty of your breath,
But I still think it is your home.
And your brother Dante grieves,
The way dogs do these things,
And wonders where you are,
When I drop by alone.

Somewhere between the sleeping pup
And the dog who’d had enough,
You carved yourself into my bones, became a part of me.
And I hope I didn’t make you wait too long,
Hard to draw a line in such deep sand.

Sitting here as I write these words,
Two weeks have passed
since you locked your eyes on mine,
As I called time.
And all your people miss you,
The pack continues with you
In our minds.

So now, from me
Goodnight. My little wolf, rest well.
You earned it babe, you did us proud,
And I’m so glad I had the chance
to know you.
There’s always one, I’ve heard,
Some dog owners say.
Although you love them all as deep.
There’s always one whose eyes you keep, who never goes away.
Goodnight my little wolf,
I know you’ll stay.

oh thats brought tears to my eyes, I can feel the love for little wolf in your words, beautiful, absolutely beautiful. Wonderful words xxx

[Tozzie]

Seems we have yet another thing in common, our love for dogs. Here is a poem I wrote when I first brought Kodi home. Kodi is a Bichon Frise and such a delightful little creature.

Take Me Home

Which pup shall I take, now let me see
But I didn’t choose him, he chose me
I like this lady he seemed to say
Please take me home with you today

Those puppy dog eyes were hard to resist
So I gave my husbands arm a twist
But then again he had to agree
He was the cutest pup you ever did see

So now we had a new arrival
The puppy stage really was tough survival
His screams at night were hard to bear
Sleep at night at first was rare

He sometimes pooped and pickled on the floor
Things left around were ripped and tore
Our love for this pup has never failed
Our patience finally has now prevailed

He brings such joy with his comical ways
His intelligence never ceases to amaze
Our lives are now much more enriched
Since that day the pup had us bewitched

I thank you Kodi for chosing me
You’re the loveliest dog there could ever be
I love my dog he’s my best friend
And he’ll be with me until the end

[Tozzie]

and whilst we are on the doggy subject here is another poem I wrote for my American friend who was devastated after losing her Irish Wolfhound Caeser

Dearest Mom please dry your eyes
I’m free from pain up here in the skies
My time on earth has come to an end
But you’ll always be my bestest friend

I had such a wonderful life with you
Our love for each other was oh so true
Doggy Heaven called and needs me here
But I can see you, I’m always near

We had such fun, spending time together
Went out for walks in all sorts of weather
Focus on the good times that we had
Then you won’t be feeling quite so sad

Take the memories, put a smile on your face
Then know I am happy, here in this place
Just remember now, I feel no pain
When the time is right you’ll see me again

[DanaC]

Oh I like both of those.

The one about being chosen by Kodi made me smile.

There was no choice involved with Carrot, because I was going over there specifically for the one brown boy in the litter. He could have been an absolute sod and I'd still have taken him ;p But, with Pilau, he absolutely chose me. He fell asleep whilst I was holding him and started making dream noises. Clearly very comfy and content.

The poem you write for your friend was lovely. Reminded me a little of one that gets posted a lot in the doggy sites when someone has lost their dog. Always makes me cry. I think because it's the dog talking to you it totally chokes me up.

[DanaC]

I wrote this one a few months ago. It's a springtime ditty.

Springtime for the Bears

Hey, Little Bear,
Where d’ya think you’re going,
Dressed all fine,
On this beautiful spring morning?
Do you even know?
Do you even care?
The only thing that matters is
It’s spring time for the bears.

The sun is shining,
Your bowtie’s spinning,
Birds are wheeling high above you
In the hot blue sky.
Give it up.
Raise a paw.
You know you wouldn’t
Be here if it
Wasn’t for the thaw.


Hey little bear
Where d’ya think you’re going
All bright eyed
On this beautiful spring morning?
How you going to get there?
Do you even know?
The only thing that matters is
there’s no more snow

The air is warming,
The trees are teeming,
Lady bears are waiting for you,
with flowers in their hair,
Give it up.
Raise a paw.
You know they wouldn’t
be there if
it wasn’t for the thaw.

Hey, Little Bear,
Where d’ya think you’re going,
Dressed all fine,
On this beautiful spring morning?
Do you even know?
Do you even care?
The only thing that matters is
It’s spring time for the bears.

[Ammi]

..I know I've posted this before but as it's coming up to the anniversary of my dad's death..well, hey ho..although his body couldn't survive I know he's here in everything I do and everything I am and always guides me....

A day the birds rejected song
The stillness of your face
A fragment of my heart removed,
vacated, empty space

Heart wrenching cry, a kiss goodbye
I search but cannot find
how could the hands upon a clock
so easily rewind?

To be with you, to hold your hand
and guide you to your light
and know your battle had been won
although you lost the fight

They say you're in a better place
but this I cannot see
What better place than on this earth
right here, right now with me

The birds have chorused once again
Sweet messengers of song
they bear the whisper of your voice
'I'm here my love, be strong'

[x-evenstar-x]

..I know I've posted this before but as it's coming up to the anniversary of my dad's death..well, hey ho..although his body couldn't survive I know he's here in everything I do and everything I am and always guides me....

A day the birds rejected song
The stillness of your face
A fragment of my heart removed,
vacated, empty space

Heart wrenching cry, a kiss goodbye
I search but cannot find
how could the hands upon a clock
so easily rewind?

To be with you, to hold your hand
and guide you to your light
and know your battle had been won
although you lost the fight

They say you're in a better place
but this I cannot see
What better place than on this earth
right here, right now with me

The birds have chorused once again
Sweet messengers of song
they bear the whisper of your voice
'I'm here my love, be strong'

That's beautiful :-)

[Tozzie]

..I know I've posted this before but as it's coming up to the anniversary of my dad's death..well, hey ho..although his body couldn't survive I know he's here in everything I do and everything I am and always guides me....

A day the birds rejected song
The stillness of your face
A fragment of my heart removed,
vacated, empty space

Heart wrenching cry, a kiss goodbye
I search but cannot find
how could the hands upon a clock
so easily rewind?

To be with you, to hold your hand
and guide you to your light
and know your battle had been won
although you lost the fight

They say you're in a better place
but this I cannot see
What better place than on this earth
right here, right now with me

The birds have chorused once again
Sweet messengers of song
they bear the whisper of your voice
'I'm here my love, be strong'

beautiful poem, brought a tear to my eye. I hope you are ok Ammi, keep strong love xxxx

[AnnieK]

Beautiful Ammi....thinking of you :love:

[Tozzie]

I wrote this poem when all those children and teachers died in Connecticut, the world was so shocked and upset.

26 Heavenly Souls

Its comforting to know
That Jesus is beside
Those twenty little girls and boys
And the 6 grown ups that died

They went about their normal day
And trotted off to school
They never could have known
Someone was planning an act so cruel

Poor babies must have heard the shots
Had utter fear upon their face
Scared and fleeing for their life
Whilst horror was taking place

They really didn’t stand a chance
Against bullets from that gun
Looking around in desperation
There was nowhere they could run

Why this tragedy has occurred
There is no comprehension
Surely this didn’t happen
Just to gain attention

Was it sickness in his mind
That caused this evil act
Or could it have been the devils work
Did he make a pact?

I guess that’s something we’ll never know
What made him act this way
What went through his sickly mind
On that fateful day

The victims of this tragedy
Are now in Heaven above
The Lord has now embraced them
With divine and holy love

The comfort that I take from this
Is knowing there’s no more fear
They’re safe and sound away from harm
With other angels near

[x-evenstar-x]

I wrote this poem when all those children and teachers died in Connecticut, the world was so shocked and upset.

26 Heavenly Souls

Its comforting to know
That Jesus is beside
Those twenty little girls and boys
And the 6 grown ups that died

They went about their normal day
And trotted off to school
They never could have known
Someone was planning an act so cruel

Poor babies must have heard the shots
Had utter fear upon their face
Scared and fleeing for their life
Whilst horror was taking place

They really didn’t stand a chance
Against bullets from that gun
Looking around in desperation
There was nowhere they could run

Why this tragedy has occurred
There is no comprehension
Surely this didn’t happen
Just to gain attention

Was it sickness in his mind
That caused this evil act
Or could it have been the devils work
Did he make a pact?

I guess that’s something we’ll never know
What made him act this way
What went through his sickly mind
On that fateful day

The victims of this tragedy
Are now in Heaven above
The Lord has now embraced them
With divine and holy love

The comfort that I take from this
Is knowing there’s no more fear
They’re safe and sound away from harm
With other angels near


That's really nice! So heart touching, it brought a tear to my eye.

[DanaC]

@Ammi: what a beautiful and moving poem.

@ Tozzie: that was lovely.

[Ammi]

As we stole their golden years
And killed them softly with our song
We bridged their troubled waters
While gently riding that white swan

There were tears shed by a clown
While all the world was taught to sing
And the horse without a name
Became our puppet on a string

We were lifted by their love
And rode upon the tracks of tears
In a blissful purple haze
Where smoke on water never clears

We heard it through the grapevine
From the son of a preacher man
And unchained the melody
From Captain Jack and Barbara Ann

We watched the bad moon rising
And dreamt of riders on the storm
We danced with Ziggy Stardust
When we grew tired of being alone

We were blinded by the light
Over the hills and far away
Tripping out with police and thieves
And born to run with Maggie May

We rode the loco motion
To reach the spirit in the sky
Climbed stairways up to heaven
But we never can say goodbye

[Tozzie]

As we stole their golden years
And killed them softly with our song
We bridged their troubled waters
While gently riding that white swan

There were tears shed by a clown
While all the world was taught to sing
And the horse without a name
Became our puppet on a string

We were lifted by their love
And rode upon the tracks of tears
In a blissful purple haze
Where smoke on water never clears

We heard it through the grapevine
From the son of a preacher man
And unchained the melody
From Captain Jack and Barbara Ann

We watched the bad moon rising
And dreamt of riders on the storm
We danced with Ziggy Stardust
When we grew tired of being alone

We were blinded by the light
Over the hills and far away
Tripping out with police and thieves
And born to run with Maggie May

We rode the loco motion
To reach the spirit in the sky
Climbed stairways up to heaven
But we never can say goodbye

BRILLIANT! I love that, I was singing to all the songs LOL Well done! x

[GypsyGoth]

This poem is called I met the Dalai Lama on the road to Lhasa last winter in Tibet, he seemed sad

I met the Dalai Lama
I slapped his belly
He giggled like a baby

[Jemal]

Rock my world until the sunlight
Make this dream the best I've ever known
Dirty dancing in the moonlight
Take me down like I'm a domino

[Ammi]

Sirens

Although you search you’ll never see
The darkness deep inside of me
Kept hidden well, within its shell,
No tongue upon this earth will tell

Dark bleeding oceans flowed through you
With gurgling hues from red to blue
The tide will take each soul in turn
And on their ebb is no return

On lips which stroke your salty breath
Red painted kiss with shades of death
Deplete your force within their tides
And bed you down with ghostly brides

As glistening sirens call your name
Go lay with them and take your shame
Your soul is lost upon these shores
Concealed in lies within vain *****s

Their lashing palms will flog your pain
Each drop of blood a crimson stain
On ravaged skin and ruptured bones
Contemptuous of your pleading groans

Renounce your lies with pungent breath
Then sink you down into their depths
All vanished in their cruel embrace
As fatal lips caress your face

Upon the spume ride men o war
Their battle cries a deafening roar
As sirens bind you in your grave
The thrashing waves your soul enslaved

[DanaC]

Wow, Ammi, that was great.

[Jesus.]

The ballad of Lee & Dave

Of all forum members that use Tea Eye Bee Bee
There are none with a mouth as foul as she
With a tongue sharp enough to kill or to hunt
Never misses an opportunity to call me a ******.

Her days of toilet 3somes will soon disappear
And STI’s dripping down her thighs like tears
to only one man she will make humanist pledges
No more sucking off strangers for Benson & Hedges

With more jimmies than LK could ever be rustlin’
Shouting at her kids “did you take a sh**e? That’s ******ing disgustin’”
Although everyman in Scotland has ridden this bike
It’s now time for them to all take a hike.

An Englishman is better – don’t let Dave settle for this
A Scottish scag head that’s always on the piss
Now I don’t want to raise an alarm
But the reason she’s shy to get out her arms
Is nothing to do with those bingo wings
It’s the giveaway needle marks – those little black rings
But all those dealers needed to be serviced
This is why she’s got more of a guesthouse than a cervix

So now we get to the crux of the matter
She needs someone as she gets older and fatter
Someone to wheel her between the kettle and the fridge
And change that monthly towel in her ungroomed ridge

There’s only one item that’s still outstanding
jus primae noctis – that wedding night pounding
I suggest a TIBB raffle – we could all buy a ticket
The prize? A sloppy, disease-laden wicket.

Although this poem, is dodgy in theme
I’m sure she’ll appreciate it when she moves to the scheme
If she’s ever single, and finds herself love-starvin’
She can pop next door, and snuggle with Marvin

But to them both, I wish only love and laughter
Not just in this life, but eternal hereafter
She really is a hell of a catch
If you don’t mind a girl with a cavernous snatch

[Niamh.]

Jesus! :laugh2:

Also, I never read this thread, Ammi did you write that yourself?

[Ammi]

Jesus! :laugh2:

Also, I never read this thread, Ammi did you write that yourself?

..yeah...and I read Jesus' poem but am totally speechless to post atm...