Random Poetry

[MatthewV]

well, i like this topic
also appricate the amount of ee cumming there was
and now for something of my own...

Becoming Perfect

On the table sat a sphere
Painted, scarred and covered in dirt
Full of conflicts and wonder.
He picked it up with no bad intentions
Wiping off what the years had left behind
Trying to remove everything bad.
The colors clashed and fought
They created a mess of the ball
Still it needed to be changed.
So he peeled the colors away carefully
Leaving only the deep, burned in scars
Perfectness was within his grasp.
His knife cut out the remaining bits of black
There could be no conflict on this ball
But he only had a bland world left.

[wordcross]

Today we celebrate
That for which men wait
The day of EEEM's 18th
I hope she chooses me...nth

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It's EEEM's birthday!!!! Everyone Party!!!!

[VinnyQ]

a vietnamese poem!

quote:

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mot dit choi

Buon buon ngoi moc dit choi
Ai ngo dit thui!
Buon O la Boun!

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Translation:

Boun = sad, bored
ngoi = sit
moc = dig, scratch, pick
dit = butt
choi = playfully
Ai ngo = Alas!
thui = smell, stinky

[Ghost Post]

what would IS say if this wasn't included? (invised for potentially offensive content)
Artist: Bodycount
Album: Bodycount
Title: Cop Killer


[Featuring Ice-T]
I got my black shirt on
I got my black gloves on
I got my ski mask on
This shit's been too long
I got my twelve gauge sawed off
I got my headlights turned off
I'm bout to bust some shots off
I'm bout to dust some cops off!
COP KILLER, it's better you than me
COP KILLER, fuck police brutality
COP KILLER, I know your family's grieving (FUCK EM)
COP KILLER, but tonight we get even
I got my brain on hype
Tonight'll be your night
I got this long-assed knife
And your neck looks just right
My adrenaline's pumpin
Got my stereo bumpin
I'm bout to kill me somethin
A pig stopped me for nuthin!
COP KILLER, it's better you than me
COP KILLER, fuck police brutality
COP KILLER, I know your family's grieving (FUCK EM)
COP KILLER, but tonight we get even
COP KILLER, better you than me.
COP KILLER, fuck police brutality!
COP KILLER, I know your momma's grieving,
(FUCK HER!)
COP KILLER, but tonight we get even, yeah!
DIE, DIE, DIE PIG, DIE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!

[Huey]

(I found this digging through my old stuff)

Rhythm and Glory (A Modern Death)

Stories read of glorified deaths,
Of heroes lost, for a good cause,
On battle fields of distant shores,
To live on as legend, long after.

But this night, in this hour,
Outside beat the summer shower.
I watched his chest rise and fall,
As silence creeped through concrete walls.

He is brave, he hung on.
His mind is weak, but his will strong.
Through battles we fought, yet no longer fighting,
The battle was lost, he now lay dying.
His tomb, this white hospital bed.
His prize, a modern death.

My salted eyes no longer see
A body decayed to Love's enemy.
I watched and waited, still not believing,
Oblivious, only to his steady breathing.
To die of diseases, we have no glory.
Heroic deeds are told only in stories.
But all all cause, all time spent,
They all lead to the same dreary end.

The rising of the chest, to alleviate the pain.
The falling of the chest, to never rise again.

-Huey

[VinnyQ]

funny Huey, I've never read that poem. I thought I read all your poems...

Hey, if you can find it, post the one about raining under the roof and the one you wrote for Tom's daughter. I like those two a lot.

[Huey]

*licks Vinny's armpit*

[SaberKitty]

Originally posted by Huey:

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*licks Vinny's armpit*

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bravo, bravo!that's the best one yet.
such passion, i've never seen such passion.
vote:Huey for GL Poet

[Huey]

[Huey]

would you like me to lick your armpit too SK?

[Termital]

I have finally gathered the audacity to inflict you with a translation. At least, it'll be of old personal work, so that ought to cut down on the lawsuits:

A few inconsistencies

A day of white noise toward my head
drained it faster than rain could fill.
I shouldered my load, took up the road,
tried not to hunt every random sill.

I followed the dark road, hoping for fever,
the blessed excitement of bodily heat,
I had set my sights in walking for ever,
I had trascended this empty street.

My attention snapped to a low hind growl.
Four cold mongrels were following me,
the monkey machine took over my sole,
it strategised to safety.

And finally I entered my white house.
I searched for light and got a flash.
Timely bulb, for I could not douse
the insistant heart thrash.

Sipped popular spirits for drowning shames,
was too topheavy to get fully drunk.
I would not resign to highlighted names,
I'd push myself again up a rank.

I needed the light, so I struck up a match,
I picked up the tutors from shelves.
They had a right to observe me hatch,
they first cracked my shells.

I passed on blank paper, had no right to pray
on strangers' conscience or holy desire.
The kitchen would be sole mistress and way,
I had to forge pure man with fire.

Twiddling four gas knobs, the measuring tape.
Lungs complained, but I won in this fight.
Through will, I had cornered the ape-
neighbours be damned, I have to have light.

Go on, savage me for it.

[This message has been edited by Termital (edited 12-19-2002 09:34 AM).]

[Termital]

Seems like everyone that read that died on the keyboard - of allergic reaction .
This little side-effect seems to have killed the thread though .

[VinnyQ]

Dont worry Termital, this thread died on and off regularly. I liked your "light" poem ... very image-istic.

[Huey]

Termital, you killed the thread!

The poem was good but what were you trying to say in few inconsistencies. I read it a couple of time and still don't get it.

[Huey]

Saw this on a bathroom wall:

Here I sit in smelly vapors
Someone stole the toilet paper.
Should I go, or should I linger?
What the hell, I'll use my finger.

[VinnyQ]

Huey, it's like that Listeners poem. It's a descriptive passage of a man trying to bring light to his dreary world, or maybe it's an allusion to getting high.

[Huey]

My Love in Her Attire

My love in her attire doth show her wit,
It doth so well become her;
For every season she hath dressing fit,
For winter, spring, and summer.
No beauty she doth miss,
When all her robes are on;
But Beauty's self she is,
When all her robes are gone.

This poem was written by Anonymous, I don't know his last name.

[Huey]

Saturday Morning Cartoons

I reminisce of the days gone by
When the world's at peace and the days were long
When we woke up to a sunny sky
And rushed to turn the TV on

We ran to the kitchen and fastly filled
Our bowls with milk and cheerios
Propped down on the sofa we were thrilled
To watch those Saturday TV shows

Scoobydoo wants Scooby snacks
The Flinstones were dysfunctional
We dug the Animaniacs
Raphael was my favorite turtle.

Alvin, Simon and Theodore
Wasn't as cool as the Rescue Rangers
Clumsy Launchpad on Disney Ducktails
And the smurfs ran away from Gargermeil.

We watched those silly Gummi Bears
Bounced here and there and everywhere
Johny Quest on a new adventure
Slimer on the Real Ghostbusters.

From early morning to noon
Flipping channels with remote control
Saturday mornings with nothing to do
Homework can wait until tomorrow.

Now the days are short and the world is tough
Gotta punch the clock and make the dough
I can't remember the last time we got up
To watch a Saturday TV show.

-Huey Ly

(edited to affix my name to the poem so noone would steal it.)



[This message has been edited by Huey (edited 12-22-2002 01:34 PM).]

[VinnyQ]

Har har har! (that was a joke)

Here's another for your reading pleasure. Termital's poem reminded me of this one.

...

The Listeners

"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveler,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
Of the forest's ferny floor:

And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveler's head:
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
`Is there anybody there?' he said.

But no one descended to the Traveler.
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his gray eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.

But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then,
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:

Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Traveler's call.

And he felt in his heart their strangeness;
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
'Neath the starred and leafy sky;

For he suddenly smote on the door, even
Louder and lifted his head: -
`Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word,' he said.

Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the house
From the one man left awake:

Aye, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone."

- Walter De La Mare

[Huey]

And I leave you on a sad note.


The Rain Beneath Our Roof

Raining
The fighting hasn’t ceased
Through the night we waited
The end of war, and peace.

Canons boomed, guns crackled
Across the hills across the moors
We huddled and waited
Frightened on the kitchen floor.

Bodies littered the fields,
Horror rested on each face.
But neither one would yield
Blood is spilt and wasted.

They fought on around the house
Throwing things and slamming doors.
Knives slashed through the filthy night
Splattered blood on the kitchen walls.

We waited and listened
Listening to rain.
Not a word we uttered
Listening to pain.

I wish the rain would stop
Before it gets worst.
But who are we but kids?
They won’t stop for us.

-Huey Ly

(edited to affix my name to the poem so noone would steal it.)

[This message has been edited by Huey (edited 12-22-2002 01:33 PM).]

[VinnyQ]

Huey, i think you should change "kids" from the 2nd to last line of the rain poem to "their kids". Just a thought.

[Huey]

hmmm.....how bout Noooo?

[Huey]

poem to a friend’s daughter

As these words are written, you are yet unborn,
Your Dad’s hard at work. Weary, weak, and worn.
The birds softly sing, the wind slowly sighs,
Your mom’s fast asleep, humming lullabies.

But in three month’s time, they’ll hear your first cry,
With your arms flailing, reaching for the sky.
Your Dad’s ecstatic, announcing to the world,
“Come everyone and see my beautiful baby girl!”

They will spoil you, shower you with love,
Give in to every demand, the world is not enough.
And they’ll jump with joy, when you learn to talk,
And they’ll beam with pride, when you learn to walk.

But then, you learn to drive, and boys, and dating.
Their worries are only beginning.
You’ll fall in love, you’ll stay out late,
But they’ll stay up and wait.
You’re always on the phone,
And you’re never home.
But still they love you,
Even with all the headaches,
And comfort you when you are blue
And mend all your heartaches.

One day, they’ll look back
At the day you were born
And sigh with disbelief
Of how fast you’ve grown.
But for now, you’re yet unborn
They’re waiting anxiously
The day you’d become
one happy family.
And the birds softly sing, and the wind slowly sighs
Dad’s at work and Mom’s asleep, humming her lullabies.

[Huey]

yayness for mushy love poems!

I Dreamt of Sanity

I dreamt of sanity
From sanity’s hell.
I dreamt of peace,
I dreamt of you
From graceful heaven fell.

I saw visions of dark delight
From somber silence sought.
I cherished every moment
Your delightful presence brought.

Through jaded, faded eyes I see
A world unkindly cruel.
Yet I spent my nights in peaceful sleep
With peaceful dreams of you.

[VinnyQ]

That last poem didnt say Jack! What a waste of words.

"unkindly cruel"?

That's an unnecessary redundacy.

[Huey]

the last poem is from a narrator living in a demented, dark, and chaotic world, but found peace and happiness using dreams of someone he loves and admires ...

...and in between the lines, it also says "Vinny Q licks monkey butts".

[Termital]

Didn't get it? Utterly shocked! Should I spell out the final Kaboom! , or just explain that I hated thinking like the Steppenwolf at the time?

Oh, and keep them coming! They're fun!

[luminous]

My literature teacher demanded we write vignettes. Hy made me post it. Please refrain from throwing tomatoes, as she didn't like it. Not really a poem, I know...but blame Hy.
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Scott moved like the wind. He only stopped long enough for you to wander into his eyes and get lost in his face. His face, this face. It was tired and old, like something worn and thrown away. He wasn’t really old, but he had seen things he didn’t want to. He kept these things a secret, but I could tell. He smelled like smoke and softness, some of which I imagined.
Scott who was only sixteen wished he was someone who wasn’t him. Scott with the eyes of the sea and dark hair didn’t know we would miss him. And in the end, like the wind, he was gone.
Is that what Scott wanted? To be gone, away? How far? Until someone noticed you weren’t there? I noticed. You're not gone to me. I see Scott in the trees when they bend low over the ground and whisper, telling the grass to grow tall. I grew tall, but you were never here to tell me to grow.
Sometimes he thought like the desert animal that wishes for water. More than that, he thought like a thunderstorm and his eyes would close, not for too long but long enough for you to wonder where they went.
Who taught you to be missed so hard? And if I decide to leave like you did, to stare into the night sky like you did and disappear, will there be someone who will remember my haunted eyes and sigh?

[Quailman]

Hikers, bikers
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Camper-outers
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All you other
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Whisker sprouters
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Burma Shave!

[xer0x]

I sit among the crowd
Uncertain and aside
Solitary Confinement
Upon an open bus


Ennui comes upon me
Like an unsuspecting friend
In waverment I find solace.
Let slip into boredom and mad thought…


The world among me
The city in a bus: microcosm closed
Of the skyscrapers and the grids
On which those fools’ souls hang shy.


To discover what those around me
Think and feel without
Differing from my sight;
Inscrutable faces, inscrutable minds;


Folly lies within them, and yet
One would think that collective
Wisdom flies in the blood of man
If there is hope it comes from the proles.


Or is there – or does it.
Possibility’s answer edges ever closer –
Further off. I will not say. For I
Cannot disclose as one would choose…


Ah I see the people
They live within their worlds;
What, they will not understand;
They never were, never saw.


The few gifted to scry;
Will their eyes hearken to
Life, that diffused uncertain light
Thought into being?


Is there hope yet. J’éspere. J’éspere.
The future lies stillborn,
Silent in time’s null womb. From there
There is nowhere you can go


Wherever you want to. Ah shun
The people, they flit between their
Unforgiving silent whispers of
Immortality and desire, fire in the womb, earth in illusion…


Ah I see the people
They live within their worlds;
And so shatter the covenant
Of their unwilling God.

--xer0x

[Termital]

This thread sure loves happy topics, right? So I'll contribute a few more lyrics by nick Cave. For best effect, try reading each line for exactly the same time:

She Fell Away

Once she lay open like a road
Carbed apart the madness that I stumbled from
But she fell away
She fell away
Shed me like a skin
She fell away
Left me holding everything

Once the road lay open like a girl
And we drank and laughed and threw the bottle over
But she fell away
She fell away
I did not see the cracks form
As I knelt to pray
I did not see the crevice yawn, no

Sometimes
At night I feel the end it is at hand
My pistol going crazy in my hand
For she fell away
O she fell away
Walked me to the brink
Then fell away
I did not see her fall
To better days
Sometimes I wonder was she ever there at all
She fell away
She fell away
She fell away


I'll put up a new one from me soon- and this one will be understandable.You didn't fall for that one, did you?

[VinnyQ]

lovely, Termie. Here, I got another one to cheer us up.

Richard Corey
By Edward Arlington Robinson

Whenever Richard Corey went downtown,
We people of the payment looked at him:
He was a gentleman from soul to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good morning" and glittered when he walked.

And he was rich -- yes richer than a king
And admirably schooled in ever grace:
In fine, we thought he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without meat, and cursed the bread:
And Richard Corey, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head

[VinnyQ]

When I am dead, my dearest

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:

Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:

And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

- Christina Rossetti

[Kerioth]

Chess (a Haiku by...me.)

The poor abused pawns
Pacing through the bloodied field
Vengeance for their queen

-Kerioth



[This message has been edited by Kerioth (edited 02-02-2003 01:38 AM).]

[Quailman]

I was cleaning up my hard drive and came across this. I wrote it two years ago when inspired by a thread entitled To All the PIGS. With apologies to Messrs. Nelson and Iglesias, I dedicate it to Arawella, wherever she is:

To all the PIGS who’re reading this
And all the PIGS whom off I’ve pissed
I'm glad they came along
I dedicate this song
To all the PIGS who get my gist

To all the PIGS who put me down
What goes around comes around
For helping me to see
I’m superior to thee
To all the PIGS who put me down

To all the PIGS who posted here
You’ll end up crying in your beer
I'm glad they came along
Even though they’re wrong
To all the PIGS who posted here

To all the PIGS who riled me
Made me so mad I couldn’t see
They made me throw a fit
They’re all so full of S#$%
Yes every PIG from a to z

To all the PIGS in this forum
You’re really really really dumb
You think you’re all so swell
Well you can go to Hell
To all the PIGS you’re just pond scum

To all the PIGS we've loved before
Who travelled in and out our doors
We're glad they came along
We dedicate this song
To all the PIGS we've loved before

[This message has been edited by Quailman (edited 02-12-2003 12:20 PM).]

[VinnyQ]

what a sweet piece!

oink!

[SaberKitty]

A LIFEBLOOD CALLED
MOUNTAIN DEW

by Wendy Lassey


My eyelids feel like lead,
I'm slumped down in my chair.
There's a fog inside my head,
My mind is unaware.

What's this that you're giving me?
A miracle or a crock?
Oh! It's Mountain Dew, I see.
Wow! What a shock!

SLAM! My eyes fly open
I'm wide awake for sure.
There will be no more mope'n,
I've found a miracle cure.

Sleep is a thing of the past,
It's practically obsolete.
As long as my arteries last,
My life will be complete.

I know it's an addiction,
This fact I'm not denying.
So I say with conviction,
The only risk is dying!

My dependency is so deep,
The habit may never shake.
But my options are to live asleep,
or happily die awake.

[luminous]

Mmm...Captain Anarchy.

A-N-A-R-C-H-Y...

He says that for the punk rock scene he'd give his fucking life
But he's only ever paid to see a show once maybe twice
Instead he stands outside the halls and pan handles for beer
Then sneaks into the hall to deface the bathroom mirror

A-N-A-R-C-H-Y... His name is Captain Anarchy, but only in his mind
A-N-A-R-C-H-Y... So punk that he's a poser and he'll be one till he dies

You never saw an anarchist with such perfect hair
Or so many ten dollar spikes, or so much punk rock gear
He said he used his welfare checks to buy his boots and plaids
In reality it was all paid for by his mommy and his dad

A-N-A-R-C-H-Y... His name is Captain Anarchy, but only in his mind
A-N-A-R-C-H-Y... He's anarchy incarnate but only in his (mind)

You know he just can't see Oi! Oi! Oi!
It's up to you and me Oi! Oi! Oi!
I don't want to be Oi! Oi! Oi!
Fighting, let's stride for... SOME UNITY!

[VinnyQ]

The Saga Begins
By: Weird Al Yankovic
From the album "Running With Scissors"
Sung to the American Pie theme by Don McClean


A long long time ago
in a galaxy far away
Naboo was under an attack
And I thought me and Qui-Gon Jinn
Could talk the Federation into
Maybe cutting them a little slack
But their response, it didn't thrill us
They locked the doors and tried to kill us
We escaped from that gas
Then met Jar Jar and Boss Nass
We took a bongo from the scene
And we went to Theed to see the queen
We all wound up on Tatooine
That's where we found this boy...

Oh my my, this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"

Did you know this junkyard slave
Isn't even old enough to shave
But he can use the Force they say
Ahh, do you see him hitting on the queen
Though he's just nine and she's fourteen
Yeah, he's probably gonna marry her someday
Well, I know he built C-3PO
And I've heard how fast his pod can go
And we were broke, it's true
So we made a wager or two
He was a prepubescent flyin' ace
And the minute Jabba started off that race
Well, I know who would win first place
Oh yes, it was our boy

We started singin'... My my, this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"

Now we finally got to Coruscant
The Jedi Council we knew would want
To see how good the boy could be
So we took him there and we told the tale
How his midi-chlorians were off the scale
And he might fulfill that prophecy
Oh, the Council was impressed, of course
Could he bring balance to the Force?
They interviewed the kid
Oh, training they forbid
Because Yoda sensed in him much fear
And Qui-Gon said, "Now listen here
Just stick it in your pointy ear
I still will teach this boy"

He was singin'... My my, this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"

We caught a ride back to Naboo
'Cause Queen Amidala wanted to
I frankly would've liked to stay
We all fought in that epic war
And it wasn't long at all before
Little Hotshot flew his plane and saved the day
And in the end some Gungans died
Some ships blew up and some pilots fried
A lot of folks were croakin'
The battle droids were broken
And the Jedi I admire most
Met up with Darth Maul and now he's toast
Well, I'm still here and he's a ghost
I guess I'll train this boy


And I was singin'... My my, this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
We were singin'... My my, this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"

[Huey]

who is Wendy Lassey and what does she do?