Bump!
Bump!
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...
Echo Of A Distant Song
abstract fragments of life
in chromatic harmony
call to me from distant shores
on melodic memories
amplitude breathes life
into musical passages
of richness and complexity
in patterns of passion
from the east to the west
a flute's vibrations on air
soft rhythm of a distant drum
echoes a language of love
Last edited by Melanie; 09-30-2013 at 03:48 PM.
Live in the sunshine. Swim in the sea. Drink the wild air ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Echo
Everything you shout, out out
I will turn about, out out
Reflections of the Earth, Earth Earth
A stutter in reverse.
verse
verse
Last edited by prendrelemick; 09-30-2013 at 02:20 AM.
ay up
The Echo Chamber
Bathed in her pixilated glow, the Candy Crusher sits.
Half asleep I contemplate, twenty years of wedded blitz.
While counting my sheep jumping, merrily over fences,
the queen’s nagging barrage, suddenly commences:
“Did you take the trash out?”
Did I take the trash out?
“Go down and get me Klondike bar”
I go down and fetch her Klondike bar
“Go sleep in the guest room, you’re beginning to stink”
Ahhh, only one voice in the guest room, now where was I?...51 I think.
Ok this one was almost impossible to judge. All these poems were great, and I loved each one of them. But nonetheless a winner had to be choosen, but each of these poems were deserving of winning.
cacian
A very powerful poem. I loved the way in which you were able to capture the feeling of silence, and the sound of an echo within words.
YesNo
A stunning poem, I really enjoyed the way in which you interpreted the subject. Very moving and sad, and quite beautiful.
Melanie
This is truly a wonderful work. Such beautiful and elegant imagery. It captured the essence of sound very well. There were some fantastic lines within this poem.
prendrelemick
Very clever. I thought it was great the way in which you actually incorporated the echo effect within the verse.
Gilliatt Gurgle
Quite a humorous take upon the subject. I enjoyed the originality of the idea. I thought it was a fun poem, and enjoyed reading.
And the winner is....
Pendragon
You know I love this one! It is indeed quite disturbering, deliciously so. I very much enjoyed the haunting journey into madness which this poem lead me into. It had a very Poe like feel to it.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
Dark Muse thank you.
Pendragon congratulations !!!
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
Sorry I'm late with this acceptance of the win, thanks Dark Muse. My mother broke her hip and is in the hospital with bed sores and dementia. Prayers, well wishes, and moments of silence appreciated. Thanks in advance.
Let's make the next subject: Graveyards, deadline November 1st, All Hallows Day!
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...
Grave Angel
My heart begins to decompose
at the altar of my stone angel,
coldly he watches without a sound,
no warmth to offer, nor smile to give,
and his eyes are accusing condemnation.
By piecemeal I decompose,
as the Autumnal leaves
that whorl around my feet,
among the dying flowers once
left behind by the well meaning,
leaving their fragile transient gifts
for their own fugacious memory.
Parts of me are swept away
within this disintegrating foliage,
and slowly I am sinking down
to rejoin the earth yawning at my feet,
it is the indifference of my angel in stone,
my grave guardian that draws my life away.
Perhaps echoes of my presence will remain,
diffused through this graveyard, where my heart
was first buried, where my soul was first stolen,
it is my curse that even as nothing else is left of me,
I will be denied the endless sleep
and remain bound haunting this hallowed ground
where he perpetually remains indifferent
to my plight.
Last edited by Dark Muse; 10-23-2013 at 09:10 PM.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
The moon was watching overhead
Providing us some light.
We came to satirize the dead,
Spray-paint their gravestones bright.
We knew nobody followed us.
We've done this every year.
Those graves are old. Who'd make a fuss?
We're young and had no fear.
Before we marked each stone we read
The name and dates thereon.
We rushed among the ancient dead
And sprayed them and were gone.
At last we saw an open grave
And tombstone on the ground.
We read our names. A quick breeze gave
A freakish, laughing sound.
Was someone messing with our minds?
Had we at last got caught?
We didn't wait. Our young behinds
Went running at the thought.
When morning came we had to see
That new made grave again.
It wasn't there, no trace, nowhere.
We let the graveyard win.
Last edited by YesNo; 10-23-2013 at 09:28 AM.
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Dawn Shields .
born. June 19th 1964
found March 8th 1968
Up in the Graveyard plying our trade,
We fence in all weathers till the fence it is made,
We swing our steel hammers banging in nails,
driving in posts and chainsawing rails,
We're rough and we're tough - or act like we are,
Laughing too loudly, our language is raw.
That's where I found little Dawn's grave ,
And remembered the child no one could save,
There by my feet she was laid in the ground,
No death was recorded, just when she was found,
I felt a cold shudder go up through my spine,
I was transported back to when I was nine,
I remembered my dad seaching with others,
Remembered the tears on the face of her brothers,
Remembered her picture grainy and blurred,
The newspaper headlines shouting the word,
She was three, she was pretty, with blonde curly hair,
Her mum turned her back, she was no longer there,
A moment's distraction, so heavy the price,
She was in the canal under the ice,
Nothing to do but wait for the thaw,
She was found in the spring 10 yards from her door.
I told her sad story to some of the lads,
It went very quiet - most of us were dads,
And looking at gravestones, rows upon rows,
We began to remember what every man knows,
Each grave held a story that ended in death,
As our's would end too at our last mortal breath,
The rest of the day we worked quietly on,
Shouting and swearing suddenly seemed wrong.
Last edited by prendrelemick; 10-29-2013 at 12:44 PM.
ay up
A Menu To Die For
Welcome to the Graveyard Tavern
A smoky den for shady patrons.
Order a Gravedigger Burger and Brew
With Zombie Sauce and Barbecue.
Buffalo Bones marinated in bitters
And a lethal dose of Ghost Chili Peppers.
Laughter, madness, mischief, and curses
Beware, the taxis outside are hearses!
Last edited by Melanie; 10-31-2013 at 11:57 PM. Reason: Added Title
Live in the sunshine. Swim in the sea. Drink the wild air ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
And time! Put down your mouse and laptop!
DarkMuse Great start, one of my favorite songs is "Concrete Angel", dark and mysterious as usual!
YesNo. If you do not know what a "death fetch" is, look it up. A chilling, slightly humorous dealing with precognition of death.
prendrelemick A sad little poem that brings tears to the eyes. Haunting!
Melanie I enjoyed this light-hearted look at the subject, turning the "Graveyard" into a pub!
But one winner: (Drumroll. please)
prendrelemick Beautiful poetry, and quite delightful!
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...
Well done my friend. Congrats
Nice contributions from all.
prendrelemick, I was so touched by your poem and your delivery was masterful. I liked the personal touch.
Live in the sunshine. Swim in the sea. Drink the wild air ~Ralph Waldo Emerson