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I’m Sorry, John Denver!
It’s cold here in the graveyard,
What did I expect anyway?
That you would come and see me, everyday?
At least there’s lots of company,
And we have fun sometimes—
Ought to see us bowling with Johnny’s skull after midnight…
The other ghosts all ask me about you
And I described you to them the other night,
And they all agreed I was a fool to even be here before my time.
Tried to tell them how much I was hurting,
How I couldn’t sleep at night
They asked me how much sleep I have had since the night I died?
I’m sorry for the way things went down that Friday.
I’m sorry I never tried to talk things out with you.
More that anything else, I’m sorry for myself—
Ever try living in a graveyard with a bunch of ghouls?
Pendragon
© 9/27/07
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
John Denver won't mind! Great Pen.
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Thank you, it makes me really proud of my non-talent.
And here's another one.
Suffering of a poet
Every time I try to find the ryme
I suddenly feel like a mime
I cannot find rite word
That wouldn’t sound awkward.
And there should be something called a rhythm
But obviosly I’m too dumb
All day long I invent new metaphores
Just to find out some jerk already used them before
I work so hard I really sweat blood
And after that all I get is being scolded
For few inocent typos by some snobbish editor
Who canot understand creativity
So all he can do is behave meanly
To someone as talented as me
Who serve to the godess of beauty
But such jealous mundane people
Cannot possibly be able
To stop the true poet
To make him to be quiet
For everyone knows that poet brings his soul to the altar
And theirfore must forever suffer.
Last edited by Aiculík; 09-27-2007 at 11:30 AM.
In fact poems come from the very heart and things that come from the heart can not be bad at all. May be critics can be judgmental of them but in fact poems can not be bad. Maybe as far as style is concerned there maybe some differences, some may have an embellished style and others have a coarse one but poems rise above all these externals.
“Those who seek to satisfy the mind of man by hampering it with ceremonies and music and affecting charity and devotion have lost their original nature””
“If water derives lucidity from stillness, how much more the faculties of the mind! The mind of the sage, being in repose, becomes the mirror of the universe, the speculum of all creation.
This thread is full of poems and this is the interesting part indeed.
For, poetry comes from the heart,
As such they are bound to be unrefined
There is no air of artificiality,
Like in nature things are coarse.
Poems are expressions more of the unconscious,
The unconscious is coarse and disorderly and jumbled indeed,
And when things come to the conscious layers
It is arranged, systematized, and carved or sculpted.
While the rest of other mediums of expression has more elements of thoughts
Poetry has somethig more of feelings
“Those who seek to satisfy the mind of man by hampering it with ceremonies and music and affecting charity and devotion have lost their original nature””
“If water derives lucidity from stillness, how much more the faculties of the mind! The mind of the sage, being in repose, becomes the mirror of the universe, the speculum of all creation.
My Sponge
My sponge,
how you sponge!
you know how to sponge!
Give you a sink,
you'll sponge it,
a floor,
you'll sponge it too.
the greatest achievement in cleaning,
O' sponge,
was the day,
the soap,
met you.
"Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
"Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."
"Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."
O pen, you mighty salvager of minds
drain your whirls and flourish
like a sink my pad with dashing signs.
Empty with your singsong voice
flattery of birds that charm with choice
to blip their sounding starlight.
(ahhh, nothing better than to sit at work and write a bad poem)
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
Ode to My Laptop
Tonight
The two of us
No interruptions
Nothing intruding
Just me and you
And unspoken words
We will try to express
From deep within
Our feelings
Our hope
Our dreams
And maybe
Tonight
A poem
Will be created
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a fish lost her mind , went swimming in a desert
no sharks were there no whales there to hurt
the night was cool but the day so hot
the poor little fish just burnt into a rot
then came a serpent and a uromastix
and threw the baked little fish into a fix
''all the king's horses and all the kings men''
saw the little fish and left saying Amen.