The Poetry/Stories Thread

[Jujubean]

The wind from the east is familiar and staid.

The north blows both hot and cold.

The wind from the west is dry but comforting,

but only the air from the south feels sultry and bold.

[Jujubean]

A sky filled with stars

Over a wide open plain

The only sight is a

Santa Fe train

And the dew on the ground

Smells exactly like a

Spring rain

 

[L_J]

Oh my brother, I heard your cries

Your message carried

like flames in the wind

Your toiled emotions

ensnarled into being

You could have given nothing more

You know how it goes

You know the score

My eyes lower

My back, it turns

for in you is a part of me

a part that not so many see

And those whom gaze upon the truth

only to turn and look away

Well, there are no words for me to say

 

Like your poems RH and JUJU!

[Dragondust]

Appetite of Cupid

 

Flying high on wings

made from desire

 

Lonely Cupids’ crying eyes

bring forth a storm

of fire

for what of Cupid’s love?

 

Searching endless nights

into days

piercing others to fall in love

yet

What of Cupid’s love?

 

Lost in the seas of emptiness

his true love lies

so close

so far away

 

His arrows flying near the moon

her shadow casts the spell

 

Seeking out each other in this

everlasting night

 

Yet

What of Cupid’s love

His appetite growing stronger

days go by

love continues

[Priad-Luabe]

i build a disguise to decieve, all who will chose to believe,

a smile on my face, a song in my diction, my life is gone yet i live out this fiction,

a fantasy by day, reality by night, facing the world in the shallow moonlight,

the sun will rise, and i bear my mask, and when night will fall, and no one will ask,

with bloodshot eyes, i stare at a screen, to distract myself and begin to dream,

in the black of my cell, my mind my last friend, i find myself thinking will this ever end,

a sleep then greets me, hollow and desolate, for a light to shine through i am ever so desperate,

i am led to believe all will end well, call me cynical but only time will tell.

[maturefan]

Many years ago I wrote a poem about drummers. Here it is:

 

Beatbox

 

I don’t mind that the singer gets the groupies.

Let him. The guitarist gets the fame,

the respect, the admiration

of the men who are dazzled

by his fingers and his posturing.

The bass man makes their skins vibrate

their secret places tingle and

their senses hum, but I beat

with their hearts. Ba-boom!

Ba-boom! While you’re

flying with the vocal and you’re

aching with the strings and you’re

moaning with the lowdown, just

remember, if the beatbox

ever stops, all the other music

dies.

[L_J]

Meet me at midnight

we'll run and hide

Meet me at midnight

on the other side

 

The stars above

and earth below

Hidden in your heart

is a potent glow

 

Reaching for life

from underground

up above

we hear the thunder

channeled and formed

to sheer perfection

offering only it's absolute protection

[L_J]

Your a bad ass

oh yes, we know

So hard on the outside

yet inside so scarred

 

You wield your pain

as if it's a joke

somehow between

you and your haunts

Your secrets kept

of which you flaunt

 

Chasing away caring few

perhaps the only

who truly knew you

 

So assign blame

if that's your game

 

Or transcend the primal

to transform your name

[L_J]

Your sound came through to me

like tidal waves

through the sea

Faster and louder

making me stand prouder

 

Searching for someone

who knew my heart

looking for someone

with whom to start

to begin the end

or end the begin

 

A tattered heart

in need of repair

A certain someone

to say I care

 

Are you just one of the many

and does your star burn brightest at night

and when it shines

do you know

the potent power of it's glow

 

Tell me, Tell me now

How do I know?....How do I know?

I don't want to wait longer

Don't want to grow stronger

 

When all I need is you....

[Ross]

D#m

 

You can have Washington, I'll take New Jersey,

That's what I said in my head when we parted

How many ways can you say

"This isn't working"?

The needle is broken

The record is warped

We can split Lou Reed right down the middle

What's in your mind?

What's in your mind? Leave

me Berlin, and we'll call it even

 

D sharp

F sharp

A sharpened needle

 

Choose another place to drop the point

Red ink on white vinyl to cue another argument.

The locked groove of conflict cackles hysterically

Raise your arm to defend yourself

 

D sharp

F sharp

A sharpened needle.

 

Choose another album

Change the turntable speed

Everything still moves in slow motion

But the notes are still the same

 

D sharp

F sharp

A sharpened needle.

__________

 

Contemplating taking the concept of this and spinning it out into a set. Basically I start off with the opening line of a song and see where it takes me

[jinger]

I See myself as an outsider

Always afraid to speak

As I play to the insider

She just thinks I am a freak

 

Despite the silent hatred

Fuelling their envious desires

I paint their worlds red

With passionate fires

 

Creating works to inspire

In a world so bleak

We all need something to admire

Otherwise we’re all weak

[L_J]

Watch them fall

For they will drop off

as leaves from a tree

during fall harvest

What is left will be

a sturdy trunk

of support

and growth

 

For the years will

encircle like rings

of time kept in natures grasp

 

So precious are They

you should covet and address

because we are here

and we believe

in more than you

We are those whom see through

we grow stronger as the bark hardens

 

The winds push and pull

as we stand steadfast through the storms

to strengthen our root system

This forest is to great to ignore

The trunks plentiful of radiant beauty

as we prepare for the bitter of winter

 

Only to appear in spring budding time

Spawning broad leaves to shelter from light

those trunks kept sound at night

[Jujubean]

You are like an unbound morpheme

perfectly flawed and incomplete

yet a freestanding work of art

with the enormity of your heart

making you refreshingly unique

 

[Jujubean]

J'admire votre intelligence

Vous allez au-delà du connu

Vous nous inspirez dans tous les sens

Dans la beauté mathématique

Vous vous tenez seul

[L_J]

Your words, as always, are enough for me

Most times people can't

see what I see

I juggle the concepts

within my mind

especially when things

are hard to define

The challenges I face

are hard, you see

to convey a message of peace

in times like these

After having been caught in states

of mental undress

Just wanting to break free

and bathe in the light

Some things are handled

much better at night

When all I wanted was someone to hear

you took the time to lend me your ear

The awe inspiring drive within

that pushes me to learn the things

they don't teach

Even if those things

are seemingly out of reach

[wayout]

I know it's clumsy but english is not my mother-tongue so I find it very hard to rhyme

 

We fell through atmosphere breaking into pieces

But I can hear your heart from far away

Just close your eyes, embrace your mind and listen

You know I'm here and for you I'll stay

 

I know you're lost, you're looking for the answers

We are detached, and far away from home

Be strong, be brave, we are the starlight dancers

We never were, we'll never be alone

 

No matter where you are I'll always find you

I see you shining through all blood and dust

Keep struggling, please don't let them tame you

Our love is strong and our bond will last

[Dave.]

He wore a pin-stripe suit, with gel in his hair.

He was no big man, but he could kill with a stare.

He had a voice that whipped like a snare.

And if his best man died he could bother or care.

 

She was a pretty little thing, could bend like a circus.

When in a hot, red mood any man, she could bust us.

To all the heavys in town, she was the fav little first cus.

And if you stared at her right your life was smooth like fat fuzz.

 

He was a tired, scuffy man, sick of pain association.

A love-broken man in a fuzz castration.

With a crafting of the rain he felt salvation.

With a lone light dark he felt elation.

 

He was a man of importance to the men who run.

They said he was master to the card that shun.

He knew the honour with the heart of the hun.

Add a click and a flash, then the honour was done.

 

What was it honour? Who gave the deed?

To the vixen with fuzz, to the heavy in need?

All brought together by an ignorant weed.

All played a part in this fatal deed.

 

Was he the pawn? Was he deserving?

A stone-broke fool, ignorant to learning?

He was a jackass who barely knew failing.

This man was me and he was my learning.

[L_J]

My heart, it beats for you

The feverish pitch

with which you move

and all the matter

that transforms the skies

I can see it

in those eyes

A world of exploration

to begin reformation

from the start

you captured me

stole my heart

and enraptured me

Know that I will always

be here for you

When times are rough

we'll see this through

[Jujubean]

Blossom on the water

Floating downstream

Carried away

On a warm breeze

[Follow Me]

removed

[Priad-Luabe]

feeling like i can rely to die on you to sink and drink with you yet everything you do is so destructive you think by this time you would do something constructive and you would live by the same rules as everyone else does that you could abide and side with the right thing to do instead of childishly running away from your responsibility to the life you live and the crimes you perpetrate and the lies you create as if the rest of us could put on a mask and stand up to a task of protecting you from yourself and the shit that you do well i say no more

[paranoiawilldestroy]

Saccharine light blossoms, rose-tinted rays,

Spill out upon the languid waters of the river,

A shimmering, mystical, swiftly-shifting mirror,

Where the vibrant kingfisher swoops across the dawning day.

 

In the eaves of over-hanging trees, two lovers are entwined,

Slumbering within the partnered pillow of their embrace,

They stir as the sun lays soft caresses on each face,

And smile at the quick emotion reflected and in their eyes enshrined.

 

As the gentle waters meander through wooded glades,

The kingfisher’s wings dart and shimmer so bright,

Its feathers flashing like embers in the light,

And the sun reaches its zenith and slowly fades.

 

The lovers, a shared secret upon their smiling lips,

Watch the sun’s descent as the river catches fire,

Snuggling yet closer to fulfil their desire,

Their desire to live within this moment as they share a kiss.

[paranoiawilldestroy]

She hummed a melody as she walked away,

Shearing black granite with a blade of vivid jade,

And a will of bright diamond to dispel my red hate,

She eternally reminds me of the sun’s shining rays.

 

For when Apollo departs the skies

The moon shines bright. It never dies…

Showing wild wolves the ways across wandering heights,

Until the glow of a fresh dawn heralds rosy daylight.

 

And if those rays should never arrive?

The world would blacken

The bees would be still

And all that is kind would cease.

 

I don’t know

If it is her laugh I would miss

Her beating heart

The promise of a kiss

Her smile so madly and deeply…

Her joy.

 

So I think to myself

Why do I raise my voice at all, ever, to this woman I love?

The sun would darken my gaze

If I stared long enough,

She is my yin, my snow-white soft dove.

I am lucky.

 

If all the people I knew, would take a leaf from her page

I never would have been so sorry,

A reprobate in my youth, believe it or not,

Candied words can’t reap the tills I have sown.

 

I am lucky.

 

All that I ask, for now till I pass,

Is to be by her side,

On the day that she mouths the words, “I do”,

As my bride!

My love now awoken

Her masterpiece,

And eternally grateful

Am I.

[paranoiawilldestroy]

A sudden gleam, a shimmering light,

Reflects off dull Perspex to invade my sight,

Briefly inspiring - a swiftly performed and totally insignificant search,

Yet another fruitless distraction aboard my trundling perch.

 

Something… maybe a wrist watch… that might be refracting, somewhere -

Maybe a window pane… or… God knows… I don’t care.

I turn my gaze back to the road upon which I roam,

And self-diagnose myself with the too-oft-prescribed-journey-back-home-blues.

 

I barely avoid a groan

And reach for my phone.

I languish aboard this bus,

With its broken chatter and ceaseless buzz.

 

When upon the pane I suddenly see

Conjoined debauchery - a monstrous scene

Two flies… copulating

One laying some eggs… the other… fertilising.

 

Glued in strange union

Spiralling like puppets across their vertical ballroom

Sharing, I assume, a memorable occasion

Based on my own infrequent experiences of consummation.

 

And quite against my strict resolution

I raise my hand to crush these living, breathing? organisms.

Do not revile this energy which we give in a frenzy to each other

Our lives are short compared to yours

But our days never blank

Fixated are we

 

Of course I don’t do it

 

But the instinctive gesture gives me pause.

 

As I lower my hand back to my side.

 

To muse upon my predilection for annihilation.

 

All life on this planet

We are all connected

All

Bright lights shining in the dark

 

It was the sex in public, I quickly felt sure,

Deep, so deep… to my quivering core

Simultaneous realisation – of carnage so easily spread…

I quickly became sensitive to the broken delusions running wild through my head.

 

The eggs I carry may grow inside me

To what purpose

I cannot know

It is enough

Of social customs, habitually the origin

Of lynchings and beatings and general destruction

I only, barely, stayed my hand from the sad decimation

Of the two innocent beings happily copulating.

 

And my eggs might hatch on fertile ground

And we shall fly anew

Driven by instinct your science tells

But the same energy flowing through me is in you

 

And thought of the sequence of events which led me to this bus,

My mother and father meeting and then building a trust,

And of my mother thirty-long-years ago giving painful birth,

To their son who cannot help but love.

[Rudderless Hippy]

I wrote this a while ago but I'm digging up the past. All beautiful Sgt Dong.

 

We walked from Westminster to Battersea, so easy to forget, when we are still battle sore.

Fountain square, the lost angel, and coach tours to all the places we can't go anymore.

Were you my soul mate? Or are there many to come, so glad we had today gunpowder grey clouds and bleaching sun.

Like monuments we left things in need of care, only visited by strangers, that travel far to stop and stare.

We were too close to see the point, we traveled the same way to work, we ate at the same old haunts, repeated our retiring reports "how was your day?" "the same as always"