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On my way
I met someone.
Don't recall who
Just now.
Taught me everything
I know about
Life in
General.
Maybe I should have
Paid more attention,
Little details
Can get one lost.
Flowers that bloom
In early Spring
Often slain
By a Killing Frost...
Pendragon
© 11/19/07
Very nice, Pen, I read your poem more than three times, because it really spoke to me. Thanks. :)
Yes, again, I like it too. Not sure about 'can get one lost' though. Shouldn't that just be 'can get lost'?
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Originally Posted by blp
Have to read it in with the rest:
Maybe I should have
Paid more attention,
Little details
Can get one lost.
Person gets lost, not the details...
get up,
close the door,
shut the windows,
put on fur coat,
kindle fire,
relax.
My sixth sense
tells me
a blizzard
is brewing
outside.
The river's water glitters,
pitters, our crave of blood.
The scene, world coughs a
crazy bravado. All this fluster,
miraculous as tears.
Unexpected Resources
Doldrums descend.
Just leave me alone.
I gotta find someplace,
Where no one dare bother me.
Lonely old graveyard,
Just off an old dirt road—
Folk don’t come up here much,
Usually…
Weathered old flat stone,
Even the name long gone—
I’m guessing they won’t mind,
If I rest here.
“Hey buddy, you OK?”
Why not just tell him the truth?
Didn’t hear him drive up,
But he looks kind and concerned in the moonlight.
“No. Feel like I’ve been through hell.
“About to loose my mind.
“Nobody cares any more, ya know?
“Heaven knows why I’m tellin’ you.
“Middle of nowhere out here.
“You ever feel like your world was comin’ to an end?”
He nodded kind of slowly.
“That’s my grave you’re sittin’ on…”
Pendragon
© 11/23/07
Another great one, Pen. This thread seems to bring out the best in you, even if it doesn't actually bring out tiny poems from you. :lol: Why not just give this it's own thread?
Pen, that was a wonderful poem, loved the surprise ending. :thumbs_up
Sisyphus 2007
They said I couldn't
do it. They've been right
so far, those gods. What do they
want me to do? Sit
at the bottom
of the hill
and cry ? I push
so hard: days become
months; years, millennia.
Eh, this is the price
one pays for dreaming.
So step aside.
Heads up.
Let’s roll.
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From the Want Ads
Will Write For Food.
Corporate reports, belles-lettres
penned to order.
Can diversify
and versify.
Call one “ate” hundred
H-A-C-K
On the Nose
(by a nose)
It’s plain as myself
on my face that I
am always sticking myself
into other people’s business
when I'm not stuck in a book,
or stuck up in the air
or looking down myself.
If not stuffed up,
I'm running,
though even when I smell sweet
(or sweetly)
a nose is a nose is a nose,
so I guess the
only thing left to do is
to cut off myself to spite my face
for as everybody knows
no nose is good nose.
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My nose is your nose !
Did you say nose?
Yes, a nose is a nose is a nose
but not like the one I have
You will ask how, why?
Well, you know quite well
why my nose is different;
like other noses it never stuck
somewhere else;
you loved me because of its typical nature
the nature to turn around
up, down, left ,right
at the slight twist
of your arched fingers;
this special nose
was only made for you
to play with
to twist it whenever you liked
it is your obedient nose
your loved nose
made but all of wax !
I surrender to the sonority of silence
to say what I want to say
and to say what has to be said…
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Originally Posted by symphony