Ceahorse
11-06-2004, 01:54 AM
Greetings;
I have searched far and wide, seeking the place where my works can be seen, and have found my fingers typing the very words which you know read.
I have been seeking out a forum where I can place my works to be judged. I implore anyone that is apt at constructive criticism to step forth and assist me in my journey of the word.
I plan, rather ask permission, to post poem, short stories and other such writings, but I must add that some of the works contain manners which are more appropriate to the mature. However, I mean not to imply that anything I write, or plan to write, contains anything that is either vulgar, hateful or in anyway offensive to what I believe would be reasonable.
Allow me to better illustrate my meaning with this next poem, which I have chosen due to its mature content but complete lack of the above mentioned traits.
I call it
His Cat
He dropped his cat, but not from anger.
He spat it out the window, but not from distaste.
He saw a lesson to teach,
And a lesson to learn.
Together they were full.
But, independent there were empty.
They need to build themselves.
He became envious of the opportunistic street cleaner,
The man whom wants to take advantage of the mess that needs cleaning.
He felt robbed.
The second it touched the ground,
He felt the wrong.
Questioning the trustworthiness of his sentiments,
He deemed them no more than human nature.
He knew for his true purpose to be seen,
He must search out the stray.
His motive was good,
But his method was mistaken.
He caused immense pain.
Becoming completely aware,
He pointed malice toward himself.
To hate oneself, is the worst of all agonies.
The cat returned, but wore no collar.
He knows the cat can wear another’s collar at will.
But he feels, the cat wants what he wants.
To wear his collar, yet again.
Although the new collar that is offered:
Is different than that of old.
Is not completely clear.
It holds in it, many of the same virtues.
As well as, the ability to become everything of the late.
In his absence, the cat has learned, and appears to repent.
In its absence, he has learned, and is filled with repentance.
The faults are being corrected,
Time will make it complete.
Waiting and building.
I have searched far and wide, seeking the place where my works can be seen, and have found my fingers typing the very words which you know read.
I have been seeking out a forum where I can place my works to be judged. I implore anyone that is apt at constructive criticism to step forth and assist me in my journey of the word.
I plan, rather ask permission, to post poem, short stories and other such writings, but I must add that some of the works contain manners which are more appropriate to the mature. However, I mean not to imply that anything I write, or plan to write, contains anything that is either vulgar, hateful or in anyway offensive to what I believe would be reasonable.
Allow me to better illustrate my meaning with this next poem, which I have chosen due to its mature content but complete lack of the above mentioned traits.
I call it
His Cat
He dropped his cat, but not from anger.
He spat it out the window, but not from distaste.
He saw a lesson to teach,
And a lesson to learn.
Together they were full.
But, independent there were empty.
They need to build themselves.
He became envious of the opportunistic street cleaner,
The man whom wants to take advantage of the mess that needs cleaning.
He felt robbed.
The second it touched the ground,
He felt the wrong.
Questioning the trustworthiness of his sentiments,
He deemed them no more than human nature.
He knew for his true purpose to be seen,
He must search out the stray.
His motive was good,
But his method was mistaken.
He caused immense pain.
Becoming completely aware,
He pointed malice toward himself.
To hate oneself, is the worst of all agonies.
The cat returned, but wore no collar.
He knows the cat can wear another’s collar at will.
But he feels, the cat wants what he wants.
To wear his collar, yet again.
Although the new collar that is offered:
Is different than that of old.
Is not completely clear.
It holds in it, many of the same virtues.
As well as, the ability to become everything of the late.
In his absence, the cat has learned, and appears to repent.
In its absence, he has learned, and is filled with repentance.
The faults are being corrected,
Time will make it complete.
Waiting and building.