Poem 1--- The Space we shared
(YAY The first one!! :banana: ) Thankyou person who sent this in for being the first one to start us off! :nod:
The Space we shared
Two dull ovalled windows
Painted green and black
are your gateways to the real world.
The Dark Silhouette that
walks behind my back at night
When i walk down a lamplit street.
A dark guardian who is apart of me and around me.
My Shining Soul, My dark mysterious shadow;
Two unknown presences
That shall accompany me to my grave.
Then shall my soul desert me
and wander the desolate earth,
Leaving my shadow with me in a foursided box
Shrouded in darkness.
Until then my soul is a prisoner
Locked up inside of me
with my eyes are the only window
leading light into the innocent spirit.
My shadow shall stay as my dark companion
Until the earth becomes deceased
And my bones crumble into dust.
But now it is only reality,
Where my two companions are nothing but fantasy
And only I see their distinctions,
My soul the light, My shadow the dark...
And only I can imagine the time and space we have shared
...Both past and present.
And only I can dream about the time we will share in the future,
My Soul, my Shadow and Myself.
poem 2--Today I ate a baby
Today I ate a baby
This morning I had breakfast
I had a cup of tea.
At lunchtime I had
A great big Maccy D.
Later I had a chocolate
Lovely sweet and stuff.
For dinner I think I had
Oh yes- the baby’s soul.
poem 4---Misplaced Modifier
Misplaced Modifier
When first the metaphor surfaced,
the pack ice had begun to move,
wild verbs jumped from block to block
sniffing and disagreement set in between
passively wanting to sample the flesh
of something smelling so real, though
what was it, snow laden and blue. Nouns
with their equipment arrived on shore,
their objective undetermined, novice
adjectives sensing their first chance
to associate with something real, hung
on the nouns’ every word, nervous,
often misplaced in their urgency, odd
sounding with their theories of what
happened, threatened by the snickering
of the nearby adverbs already making
their mark haughtily collecting each piece
of the metaphor to the waiting crime lab.
The papers surreptitiously breaking themselves
down into assumptions with difficulty, something
was missing from you and me. Once again
they printed, Residence awake in the shadow of
our sins floating on the East River, unidentified.
Poem 5--- Ode to Pineapple
Oh Pineapple
You maybe hard to cut up
but I like you anyways
It may take a long time to grow
and get to big for the house
but I like you anyways
