To morning,

[Jarndyce]

I think that "mist" and "bliss" do not seem to rhyme together much but overall it is pretty good.

Why would you think that?

[Pensive]

Oh, now, my opinion about "bliss" and "mist" does not matter because Night said that it was not meant to be a rhyme.

[Nightshade]

Got annoyed at how long its been so I was messing. And trying to train my speech recognition program.

Im probably going to call it something like The freedom of nonexsistance or something along those lines, any ideas??

Also is sheep's a word? my super spell checker isnt liking it.
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We were born of sheep's dreams,
we were born of grass.
Neither of us is quite there
we are nought but dreams and gas.

So it hardly matters that I've killed you,
Chopped you up for stew and pie.
Because you my dear don't exist
Nor in point of fact do I.

Cackle! Hiss! Bubble and boil!
Umdiddle dee and umdiddle DIE!

We are characters in someone's brain
though I am not quite certain who.
But all that matters is-
It doesn't matter what I do!

Kill or steal, rob or lie,
if I don't exist can I die?

Tell yourself that you are real,
you will find that you are not
For we are all but fairy tales
From that green sheep that dreams a lot.

[Niamh]

Nightie i love it! its so nonsensical and surreal, cunning and clever! very witty! This is going into the favourite poems by fellow litnetters for sure!
Wish i could write poems like that. Mine are all depressing....

[Nightshade]

Huh really ? I dont like it very much at the moment probably because I spent 2 hours fighting with my computer to get it accept it dicated.... and still didnt like most of my words.

So do you have a title idea? Im really quite stuck with this one.

[Niamh]

i'm not sure.... What about An imaginary reality. Sounds a bit paradoxal.

[Nightshade]

Swimming through custard
Life what drag

Sticky sickly sweetness
Sucks me into its depths,
was that a fly that just whizzed by?

Cold gel fills my lungs
I cant breathe, tired now
Where has ambition gone?
Drive , hope, enthusiasm?

Instead I am mired in this pseudo
Reality trapped by my laziness
I’m warped and who is there to blame?

No one,
No one but myself.

[Pendragon]

Wow, Night!

I write poems personifying the Night and you write a wonder personifiying the morning! They should have been back to back! Well done poem!

Then Silence speaks and Dreams awken and so on! When did you become such a wonderful poet? Where have you been hiding your talent? You shine brightly!

[blazeofglory]

Like the sunset of a winters day
happy thoughts come and fade a way
And all that is, is cold and grey.

To escape from the drudgery, a hamsters wheel
To know this is not fate and set with seal
One must learn to see, to hear, to feel.

To find the answer to my riddle retreat within ones self
and in the attic of your mind, take that box off of the shelf
and look down and see that which is a childs wealth.

Take out the thoughts, the dreams, the childs love
shake them well , wipe off the dust
Then sit within the hovel of your mind
Try to understand just what you have lost

And when you see it all so clear,
Prehaps you'll shed a little tear?
Hold this feeling close and dear.

Take down the box put its contents on display
Then live your life as you would have a child play
In honesty and truth finding pleasure in each day
Let hope and trust together light your way.

And stand for all the world to see
Take pride in who and what you be
And Say:"Look this is me!"

This is beautifully and rhythmically presented and I am deeply moved.

[caelycate]

i really love 'being'. i reread it a few times, and got something new with each read. i am constantly harping back to childhood as the greatest source of inspiration and as a centering and anchoring thing that some of us just don't think about enough. ah the innocence and the bliss and the simplicity of childhood.

thanks for this poem!

[mahishi]

I like your poem, because it is simple,If we think for a bit ,we feel those things in the morning

[Nightshade]

.. wow well thank you everyone praise is always welcome..

When did you become such a wonderful poet? Where have you been hiding your talent? You shine brightly!

Thanks pen, but really these have been here since like forever. 2005 Anyway. I just keep addig/ putting up my stuff here becuase I figure a) if its on the internet I cant mysteriously accidently lose it and b) autoatic copyright ... not that I need to copyright it as its nevre getting published but yeah.

[Nightshade]

Its been far too long, but Ive had the first stanza stuck in my mind since dember, the rest is bad, but I thought if I started I might suddenly open up the dams so to speak.
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It rains here, mate!
Nigh on 500 days a year
Swear its true.

The sky is leaden grey
But beautiful in a strange
Mancunnian way.
Gay!

Blue? Here?
In the sky?
Tell a lie!
Dems’ Magic buses


You don't get no Blues in Manchester
except the fans of course
cheap drinks, cheap food, cheap shops
what mores you want?

[Niamh]

! i love the rhythmn nightie!

[Nightshade]

So it worked and such is the result...
Ok so not aimed at anyone, a facebook status was what triggered it. Just so people know.
DO you thing the bit about sell yer troubles sounds like i am buying or selling troubles?

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Get Lost

Pack up your sad face and
walk away from me
I don’t need it anymore.

Was I ever heard to say
Store your troubles here with me ?
Did you ever hear me hawk
Buy yer troubles here one and all?
So go away,
Just walk away
Leave.
Go on

I’ve played this game before
You are gonna leave one day
so walk your troubles out the door
Today.

I’ve my own tangle to unweave
My own self to deceive
Troubles bottled on the wall
Propped against the open door
And yet you bring me more.