Random Poetry

[Legend of Tenshi]

The wine song

Song and melodies change and change
and sway
but they still stay the same
the songs that we sung when the dark days come
are the songs that we sung when we chased them away
if I ever found a pot of gold
I'd buy bottles untold of the nectar of the vines
I'm going to die with a twinkle in my eye
‘cause I sung songs spun stories loved laughed and drank wine

Tomorrow is another day
the cats are out to play, to play
that old rusty spaceship wants to sail
into the milky way again
on a river of red red wine

Run...
(let's have some)
Fun...
(we'll)
Drink...
(a toast to the)
Sun...

In summer the bushfires rage and rage
and rage
on such beautiful days
and we fight them with water that runs through the cracks
water we're desperately trying to save
so I'll just live on wine and water my vines
and sleep on the wind with the fires right behind
and sing on the beaches and dance through the night
oh we'll cry 'pass the wine, pass the wine, pass the wine'

Run...
(let's have some)
Fun...
(we'll)
Drink...
(a toast to the)
Sun...

Oh what a beautiful day today!
today's a day to celebrate
grab your bucket, grab your spade
we're heading down to Half Moon Bay
I saw a plane go into a cloud
I'm drunk I'm happy I'm singing and loud
two o'clock in the arvo, but hey that's allowed...
I'm having a good time and of that I am proud


-The Cat Empire

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[Jedo the Jedi]

A tribute to the girl of my dreams.

As I look at you from across the room,
You're as pretty as a flower in bloom.
Perhaps a lily, wiolet, or rose,
But you're far more beautiful than those.
The people of earth should build you a shrine,
And set it up right next to mine.
Together in bronze we'll be for all time,
A perfect pair, like lemon and lime.


I think about you day and night,
And e'en by artificial light.
The thought of you invokes such bliss,
Allow me please to tell you this:
Your beauty it is unsurpassed-
I hope that you don't fell harassed.
Now to conclude, I must still state,
To be with you will be my fate.

That's from my "Poetry on a Calculator in Chemistry" chapter. You ought to here mith's poem that he wrote. It's very good and I suggested he read it to Luna.

[Legend of Tenshi]

How does jedo know about luna? Aren't they out of sync by about 3 years?

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[Jedo the Jedi]

You forget (or perhaps you never knew) that mith has been my teacher for the last year, and our class would often ask him about his girlfriend in England. That's pretty much all I know about her. Don't even know her real name.

[This message has been edited by Jedo the Jedi (edited 05-27-2004 09:33 AM).]

[Simian100]

"...and now, a bad Haiku from Simian."

Earthenware piglet.
Botanical miracle.
Ch-Ch-Ch-Chia!

[Legend of Tenshi]

As I sit here looking at my knife
I wait and think what has happened to my life
But the feelings of guilt flow through me
And I wish for it all to end

So much pain and the blame fell on me
Oh how long I longed to be free
But the feelings of guilt flow through me
And I wish for it all to end

The fire in my heart burns for you alone
But from my web you have flown
But the feelings of guilt flow through me
And I wish for it all to end

If you only knew how it felt in my shoes
If only I knew I was yours to abuse
But the feelings of guilt flow through me
And I wish for it all to end

You took me for granted, but you'll wish you never had
You had the audacity to tell me you were glad
But the feelings of guilt flow through me
And I wish for it all to end

As the blood dripped from my hands I felt exalted
To remember though I am revolted
But the feelings of guilt flow through me
And I wish for it all to end

But I know one thing whore
You will never leave me again

-A LoT original

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[Jedo the Jedi]

Scary, Tenshi. I know one thing, I will never abuse you or break up with you. Sorry about what happened, dude.

[Legend of Tenshi]

Written straight out of my mind Jedo. Not for anyone in particular. Maybe inspired by my post in unsent letters but thats all.

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[Jedo the Jedi]

Okay. It was very well written. I wrote an "evil" poem one time. If I can find it, I'll post it.

[uh yeah]

This poem is soppy and it's too crap to post under my usual screen name. Nonetheless:

My love is but a lonely song -
a single voice alone - and yet
it carries past the teeming throng
of others' lives, already set.
They never think to sing along
and if they hear, they soon forget...
I wonder if your mind is singing too.

My pain is a discordant thing -
intense, for a vessel so small -
a jarring note, a twanging string
amidst the whole world's concert hall.
I pray that you are listening
and that you hear its plaintive call...
I think I know already that you do.

For what I knew not at the start
was that my song was incomplete -
that it was but a single part
of the duet where our tunes meet.
You are the owner of the heart
to which my music sets its beat -
one half of something bigger, something new.

If I could live my life away
without the pain you bring to me
I think I still would choose to play
my small, chaotic symphony.
I'd rather suffer every day
than live in mediocrity
and not have ever made a song with you.

[Mackay]

Digging - Seamus Heaney

Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.

Under my window, a clean rasping sound
When the spade sinks into gravelly ground.
My father, digging. I look down

Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds
Bends low, comes up twenty years away
Stooping in rhythm through potato drills
Where he was digging.

The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft
Against the inside knee was levered firmly.
He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep
To scatter new potatoes that we picked
Loving their cool hardness in our hands.

By God, the old man could handle a spade.
Just like his old man.

My grandfather cut more turf in a day
Than any other man on Toner's bog.
Once I carried him milk in a bottle
Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up
To drink it, then fell to right away

Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods
Over his shoulder, going down and down
For the good turf. Digging.

The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch and slap
Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge
Through living roots awaken in my head.
But I've no spade to follow men like them.

Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests.
I'll dig with it.

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I love Seamus Heaney's poetry.

[Legend of Tenshi]

To TT, you crushed me

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You told me you don't love me
Over a cup of coffee
And I just have to look away
A million miles between us
Planets crash into dust
I just let it fade away

I'm walking empty streets
Hoping we might meet
I see your car parked on the road
The light on at your window
I know for sure that you're home
But I just have to pass on by

So no, of course we can't be friends
Not while I'm still this obsessed
I guess I always knew the score
This is how our story ends

I smoke your brand of cigarettes
And pray that you might give me a call
I lie around on bed all day just staring at the walls
Hanging round the bars at night, wishing I had never been born
Give myself to anyone who wants to take me home

So no, of course we can't be friends
Not while I still feel like this
I guess I always knew the score
This is where our story ends

You left behind some clothes
My belly summersaults
When I pick them off the floor
My friends all say they're worried
I'm looking far too skinny
I've stoped returning all their calls

And no of course we can't be friends
Not while I'm still this obsessed
I want to ask where I went wrong
But don't say anything at all

It took a cup of coffee
To prove that you don't love me

-Cup of Coffee Garbage

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[This message has been edited by Legend of Tenshi (edited 06-05-2004 06:14 AM).]

[Beartalon]

I met someone new
It only takes two

(Yeah, Baby)

[Mackay]

Here's some Mackay rambling - I scribbled it down in about half an hour last night while I couldn't sleep... so sorry if it makes no sense.

who will lead me to the window
on the first night of forever
through a chamber filled with linen
and the putrid breath of summer?
shall I ever pace the hallways
as the air is growing darker
never finding or escaping
what it is I'm seeking after?
just a gleam of light would show me
if I'm moving any closer -
in the darkness I'm despairing
as I sink so slowly under.
who will lead me to the window?
now my breath is coming faster
and I'm drawing ever nearer
to the quiet, elusive lover,
yet I cannot read the distance
and the taste of life grows bitter -
still I travel, never knowing
how much more I have to wander
till I reach my destination,
find my way toward the other
who will lead me to the window -
exit from this cursed chamber.
once I reach him he will guide me
hand in hand, hands gleaming silver
we will find what we are seeking
and escape this place together.

[e - couldn't get a little dash on the "e" in "cursed" to work. But yeah, two syllables, people.]

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[casinopete]

Mackay.

I love it.

fnord.

[Mackay]

[edit - lookie pete! I've had your quote as my sig this whole time, but I always forgot to add it! Now it's all default and stuff, and it still makes me feel warm and gooey every time I look at it. (Or... cold, and fizzy... and refreshing.)]

[Vinny]

After the thrill is gone

Same dances in the same old shoes,
song habits that you just can't lose.
There's no telling what a man might do,
after the thrill is gone.

Flame rises but it'll soon desists,
empty pages and a frozen pen.
You're not quite lover and you're not quite friend
after the thrill is gone,
after the thrill is gone.

What can you do when you dreams come true,
and it's not quite like you planned.
What did you do to be losing the want,
you held it so tight it in your hand.

Time passes and you must move on,
half the distance takes you twice as long.
So you keep on singing for the sake of the song,
after the thrill is gone.

*guitar solo*

You're afraid you might fall out of fashion,
and you'll feeling cold and small.
Oh anytime without passion,
aint no kind of loving at all.

Same dances in the same old shoes.
You get too careful with the steps you choose.
You don't care about winning but you don't want to lose,
after the thrill is gone,
after the thrill is gone,
after the thrill is gone, wo'oh,
after the thrill is gone.

- Eagles

[casinopete]

and again.

[Mackay]

Stop it... you'll make me think I'm decent.

[Guest]

Mackay, your poems are great. You should keep up the writing, you have more than just talent.

I am being serious. Wonderful work. I have tried to write a few poems.
I wish I could write like that.

[casinopete]

Re: the first of the two more:

It seems ... scattered? Or maybe the opposite - packed together too forcefully? The word choices, the rhythm, the first and last lines are all compelling, it's just that I find myself unable to read it as anything other than stream of conciousness. It seems like everytime a partial climax or conclusion is about to be reached, the poem just jumps off in another direction, which means I can appreciate individual lines, but I can't what you're trying to say overall.

"music rises to my throat unbidden." is breathtaking.


Re: the second:

Again, rhythm (and now rhyme scheme) are excellent. Everything you write is fun to read aloud. fnord.

The first half seems unfinished. "rainbow particles of light" seems pretty unwieldy, though not definitely wrong. And the close, "leaving behind a weeping rift." is clearly forced. The first 6-7 lines are all joyous. It is a bit shocking to jump to a "weeping rift." It wrecks the whole effect of "they dance mid-air, now fall, now lift." which is such a light, happy, giggly line. I can only imagine that working if the whole second half was goth-dark (which of course indicates I mean "working"). fnord.

The second half is stronger, but doesn't seem to relate much to the first half, save language/imagery. And it also seems to have a forced last line, or at least last word. fingertip? That doesn't seem to have any connection to the rest of the poem at all.

I feel a little bit mean, so I'll stop by mentioning (honestly) I'm still smiling from "they dance mid-air, now fall, now lift."

[luminous]

this part of a tilly and the wall song is just...i don't know.

"so just sit back and pretend
that this song is about some other friend
about some other friend
so you and me sat down
in some diner, in midtown
and you could hear the conversation from the table obver
talking seeds & soil, trucks & lawnmowers
and it's easier in the nighttime
when you've had too much whisky
maybe too much wine
and you wake up in the morning
and you have to look at him
so you stare at your spoon...
your upside down reflection."

[Mackay]

[winterHLepsilon]

The Well

Beside the tall, melancholy rose tree,
There's a deep, clear old well.
Some say its a wishing well,
But just how old it is
Nobody can possibly tell.

The ivy vines are twisting
Looping over the well
So I am leaning against it sadly
Staring into its cool mysterious spells.

I wish a wish, my deepest yearn
That have tormented me for many a year:
How many nights have I searched in the sky,
Looking for the one who is dear?

A single fragrant rose petal
Drifts sadly but gracefully off
Floating on the sad clear water
Floating in my sad pale soul.

The soft sweet ripples
Are echoing in my heart
Calling, calling
In the light of the stars.

All of a sudden,
In my dimly-lit trance
I see you, looking up from the depth
Wearing that same sweet smile
That you have always worn.

Your face, so gentle
Your eyes, so bright
That I am almost carried away
To the happy days we have shared.

The stars are shinnig in your eyes,
The breeze is rippling you warm sweet smile.
So real, so beautiful
That I almost thought it was true
That you are simply here
Smiling at me in the cool, beautiful night.

My eyes are stinging
So painfully right!
That I'm pulled back to reality
Standing there with a sigh.

Why are you there
So far away
Smiling at the end of the world?
I still see your face in my dreams
And hear your voice in the night!

I'm lost in thought
In the darkness of the night
--a tear, trickling down my face....
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Ask, and it shall be given you;
Seek, and ye shall find;
Knock, and it shall be opened unto you.

[Mackay]

Pete... you were right about the end of the first verse in the poem about the light... I was trying to indicate that it kinda cut its way through the night and left a gap in the darkness behind it, but I didn't mean to use words with such negative connotations. I still like the word "rift", I wanted to indicate that the darkness was wounded, so to speak, because there's this light streaming through it. The word "weeping" was meant to bring up the image of this light kinda oozing out of this wound in the darkness. Reading back, it didn't work, and it seems too much to try and cram into that small line. DO you reckon the line "...its aftermath a shining rift" works okay? It fits better with the rhythm and doesn't ruin the mood of the verse so much, I reckon, but I'm still not entirely satisfied with it. Anyway, I'll edit it in. I can always change it again.

[sylphish]

i dont know..can i post this here?
i need some opinions on things to change before i enter it into a comp for the school. tis verily stupid.
attack it if you have time?

Rape Fantasy and Fugue

inky black sliding around you like
Sorrow. slipping in softly to make
the night seem quite alive.

darkness is deadly if daring to
Trust it. hiding in cracks is the fate
that no money can bribe.

curling and crazy, congealing like
Lifeblood. swallow it fast if you don’t
mind the heartbeat inside.

bricks broken glass digging into your
Footsoles. making your walk in a place
where your feet don’t desire

statues are calling and walking the
Pavements. gargoyle medusa his plan
is one of your demise.

passing the alley you can hear his
Breathing. man in the mask with the eyes
that have no soul behind.

picture his palms pushing forcing you
Downwards. punishing you for a crime
that you didn’t devise

animal madness is looming quite
Near you. is the wind howling or are
there just blanks in your mind?

bruised.
no
bloodied.
no
conscious?
yes

deaded inside.

What do the dead say? To the ones who still think they’re alive?

i’m lost in the city,
crushed and hopeless,
the buildings are waking,
the sirens are moaning,
my spirit is waning
it’s night,
my mind’s gone,
and I can’t seem to fly…

[Mackay]

wow. Intense.

As much as you want people to attack it, I don't think I can do it.

*applauds, and stuff*

Ooh, I can see something. But it's only a little thing.
Ummmm.... the ending could be stronger. That last little stanza lacks the power of the entire first section. But the words are still moving, and it may be that you want to contrast what comes "after" with the vividity of the first section. If so, I applaud you yet again.

But seriously, I'm no expert, so if my advice is a load of crap, just ignore it. I really like the poem.

[sylphish]

i kinda agree with you, the ending is a kind of anticlimax hehe.
i wanted to make it seem as if the subject was waking up from a nightmare fantasy.
dont know if i've done that.
i'll work on it!

[Mackay]

Well, like I said, if contrast is what you were after, then it works really well. The beginning is very vivid and fast-paced, and the ending is kinda bleak. It almost *does* leave with that kinda unsettled feeling you get after waking up from a bad dream. Very very good.

[Beartalon]

This one is going on my website as the first real poem I wrote in several years. This is about insomnia. A "Pas De Deux" is a dance for two, in this case, the dance between myself and my reluctant partner, sleep.

Pas De Deux

Clad in a blanket always tossing
Dancing the edge of sweet oblivion
Nearing the brink of almost falling
From a height that I could never climb
I do not know what keeps me here
This living land where all else slumbers
Solitaire with a deck of cards
And sleeplessness in spades

[Huey]

Enuf sappy poems Mackay! Write us something that'd make us crap our pants.

Good poem Sylphish. Makes me feel like shit reading it.

[Huey]

Straight up up tell me are you gonna love me professor?
Oh oh oh
When they call it a hit and run?
Straight up up tell me are you gonna love me forever?
Oh oh oh
Or are you just having fun?

[Mackay]

[i_h8_evil_stuff]

Strangers
Raj Ramayya

We've found a kind of paradise
In a flowers bloom.
We've seen the end of a mystic land
So close it meets the parting sun.
We've shared the thoughts that two could share,
We feel the truth, magic that we send...
Searching for something new
Isle of Gold in flowers bloom

We've heard a kind of paradise
Beyond the desert's dunes.
We've walked the earth in solitude,
So cold we need the warmth of sun.
We've lived the life that we could live,
We see the truth magic that begins...
Searching for something new
Isle of Gold in flowers bloom

We've found a kind of paradise,
Below a sky so new.
We've weaved a web of mystery
So wide, we need the light of day.
We've worn the cloak of secret lives,
We've seen the truth, magic that we send...
Searching for something new
Isle of Gold in flowers bloom

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This is actually a song from the Wolf's Rain soundtrack, but I still like it.
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[i_h8_evil_stuff]

Fly Me to the Moon
by Bart Howard

Fly me to the moon
And let me play among the stars.
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars.
In other words, hold my hand.
In other words, darling kiss me.

Fill my life with song
And let me sing forevermore.
You are all I hope for,
All I worship and adore.
In other words, please be true.
In other words, I love you.
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[i_h8_evil_stuff]

Could You Bite the Hand?
Tim Jensen
^{(Another Wolf's Rain song)}

Another gun for hire and just another day.
When you are done, you just abuse it, whatever you say.
If you were offered some, would you want to bite the hand?
Would you betray a friend to prove you're cold and then walk away?

We were born with nothing, I don't want, but you need something.
You want glory, I need none, and it's coming between us

People are born with
People are born without
Some people have
And others want
What some go without
Some people live free
Some people just want more
As for me, I got all that I need

Do you still think that we're not brave if we don't bleed?
We've seen so much blood and violence already, how much do you need?
You howl and fight your war and talk of being free.
Won't let you in, they're just using you so why won't you see?
Some people are born so much closer to the sun,
Holding out their hands and grabbing golden rays, they are the chosen few
But we both know of course that's not you or me
And I'd be telling the truth if I said it don't matter, so how 'bout you?

Can you tell me, really, you don't need it, you don't want it.
If you can, cool. If you can't, the difference between us.

People are born with
People are born without
Some people have
And others want
What some go without
Some people live free
Some people just want more
As for me, I got all that I need
Don't got much, but I got what I need.

Some people are always reaching for somethings that they don't need.
I'll tell you now with thoughts like that, there will never be enough.
Some people always struggling for something that is not.
I'll tell you something now, that I'm really just fine lovin' what I got.
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[Huey]

[Vinny]

[i_h8_evil_stuff]

Actually, I don't think Sinatra wrote the lyrics. I think he just sang it.
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[Termital]

Actually, the lyricist would be Bart Howard.
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