Where's the poetry?

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Re: Where's the poetry?

Postby Stephendragonfly » Wed Apr 18, 2012 11:13 am

Jeanie

You say you need me to see
See right through you
When you say you're ecstatic
But you're sad and blue

And you need me to be strong
Stronger than steel
To try and protect you
From the emotions that you feel

And you need me to fly
Fly at bullet speed
Drop down at your side
In your time of need

You've got me leaping over buildings in a single bound
Just to try and bring you your lunch downtown
I've been throwing busses and wrestling trains
Still somehow you were late to work again
Baby I would give you everything I can
But we both know that I ain't no Superman
You need me to exorcise the demons in you
Baby, that's something even Superman couldn't do

But Baby I can see
See right through you
You're in love with the pain in your heart
Not me, we can both see it's true

And baby I can be strong
Stronger than steel
That's not strong enough
To change these things I feel

And yes I can fly
Fly at bullet speed
No matter how fast I fly
I cannot stop your stupid fucking suicide

Baby I'd have given you all I can
But we both knew that I ain't no Superman
You needed me to exorcise these demons in you
Baby that's something even Superman couldn't do
He couldn't do that for you
And I ain't no Superman
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Re: Where's the poetry?

Postby wh..sh » Wed Apr 18, 2012 12:10 pm

That's great SDF! Sad but great!
In my world there's only legible and more legible.

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Postby wh..sh » Wed Apr 18, 2012 12:13 pm

Ugly Dougly wrote:Aye! Aye!
Teach me how to dougly (aye! )
They be like Smoove (what?)
Can u teach me how to dougly?
You know why?
'Cause all da bitches love me (aye! )
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin'
And for you, you, you to back it up and dump it!
Put your arms out front, lean side to side
They gon' be on you when they see you hit dat dougly right?

ROFL! Since I actually like to dougie, this is funny! :lol: :lol:
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Re: Where's the poetry?

Postby Stephendragonfly » Thu Apr 19, 2012 12:00 am

Anything and Everything

I'd give anything to be with you
Give everything for your kiss
I'd give anything and everything
For a taste of your sweet lips

I'll move mountains made of chocolate
Cross oceans filled with wine
Build a mansion out of roses
For a moment of your time

See there's nobody else in the world like you
You change my skies from black to blue
Without you my head comes unscrewed
There's nobody else in this whole world like you

That's why I'd give anything to be with you
Give everything for your kiss
I'd give anything and everything
For a taste of your sweet lips

I'll stuff clouds into a mattress
Pull pillows from the wind
Spin silken sheets from a summer breeze
Just to make this love begin

I'll turn sunshine into honey
Put moonbeams in a box
I'll steal the twinkle from all the stars
Just to see to pick your locks

Cause when you smile my heart goes wild
I feel beguiled just like a child
When you leave I feel defiled
But when you smile my heart goes wild

And when we kiss I taste the bliss
That wish I made for happiness
When you go it's this I miss
When we kiss I taste the bliss

I'd give anything to be with you
Give everything for that kiss
I'd give anything and everything
For a taste of your sweet lips
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Re: Where's the poetry?

Postby ygmir » Thu Apr 19, 2012 8:09 am

wow SDF.........nice stuff, thanks.
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Re: Where's the poetry?

Postby knowmad » Thu Apr 19, 2012 9:04 am

Poets, Drunks and Debtors
All miss the fact.
No mater how sincere they are
They"re a burden on society's back.
What should I do?
To whom shall I atone?
For I find myself
A drunk Poet in debt and consequently alone.

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Re: Where's the poetry?

Postby Roberto Dobbisano » Tue Jun 26, 2012 11:40 am

Water that's poured inside will sink the boat
While water underneath keeps it afloat.
Driving wealth from his heart to keep it pure
King Solomon preferred the title 'Poor':
That sealed jar in the stormy sea out there
Floats on the waves because it's full of air,
When you've the air of dervishood inside
You'll float above the world and there abide...


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Re: Where's the poetry?

Postby Ugly Dougly » Tue Jun 26, 2012 2:47 pm

Nice aftermarket rhyme, as it were. :)
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Re: Where's the poetry?

Postby FIGJAM » Thu Nov 08, 2012 9:34 pm

Said Hamlet to Ophelia,

I'll draw a sketch of thee.

What kind of pencil shall I use?

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Re: Where's the poetry?

Postby knowmad » Fri Nov 09, 2012 11:23 am

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Re: Where's the poetry?

Postby latchseeker » Fri Nov 09, 2012 2:06 pm

Nature’s beauteous form

contains a lovely essence

called by some — decay.

By this lovely presence

new life finds its way.

Tears shed silently

are but water of the soul:

they bring new life

to the pain of being –

a separation from that seeing

which makes death whole.
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Re: Where's the poetry?

Postby FIGJAM » Fri Nov 09, 2012 3:57 pm

'Help, help, ' said a man. 'I'm drowning.'
'Hang on, ' said a man from the shore.
'Help, help, ' said the man. 'I'm not clowning.'
'Yes, I know, I heard you before.
Be patient dear man who is drowning,
You, see I've got a disease.
I'm waiting for a Doctor J. Browning.
So do be patient please.'
'How long, ' said the man who was drowning. 'Will it take for the Doc to arrive? '
'Not very long, ' said the man with the disease. 'Till then try staying alive.'
'Very well, ' said the man who was drowning. 'I'll try and stay afloat.
By reciting the poems of Browning
And other things he wrote.'
'Help, help, ' said the man with the disease, 'I suddenly feel quite ill.'
'Keep calm.' said the man who was drowning, ' Breathe deeply and lie quite still.'
'Oh dear, ' said the man with the awful disease. 'I think I'm going to die.'
'Farewell, ' said the man who was drowning.
Said the man with the disease, 'goodbye.'
So the man who was drowning, drownded
And the man with the disease past away.
But apart from that,
And a fire in my flat,
It's been a very nice day.
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Re: Where's the poetry?

Postby theCryptofishist » Fri Nov 09, 2012 4:48 pm

The grizzley bear is huge and wild
He hath devoured the infant child.
The infant child is not aware,
He has been eaten by the bear.
Simon's real sig line?

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Re: Where's the poetry?

Postby graidawg » Fri Nov 09, 2012 4:58 pm

poetry speaks to me in words i don't understand
i reply in words i can't define
when i read the words of others written in this foreign tongue
my heart yearns for ...........

poetry is the words of my soul
when other speak it I wish i had another tongue
one that speaks what my heart feels
but i am left bereft and pleading for more
completely unconcerned.
"Savannah" I like it . . . it makes us sound forward-thinking, and not at all like trailblazing, professional-level procrastinors.
the rest of us are in the School of Fukkit. "Eric"
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Re: Where's the poetry?

Postby Simon of the Playa » Mon Nov 12, 2012 8:30 am

breathe deep, the playa is the dust of your ancestors

A gift for the Playa
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Re: Where's the poetry?

Postby 48_love » Tue Nov 13, 2012 5:59 pm

^ that was pretty badass
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Re: Where's the poetry?

Postby knowmad » Fri Nov 16, 2012 2:41 am

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Re: Where's the poetry?

Postby ygmir » Fri Nov 01, 2013 12:05 pm

So, you tell me what is true.
You give me fact.
And evidence thereof.

I ask you: What is true?
For if it is my own dream, what else would you say?
In my dream, in the depths of my thinking soul, would I see and believe no less?
Would I touch and see and hear and feel? Would I taste the sweet nectar of love and humor, respect and attention?
Would I see the magic of the universe, of my loves?

Of course, be the answer yes. For it is my dream.

And were it my nightmare, would I see you, and all, as uncaring and selfish, devoid of the warmth of heart and soul. Would I feel the stings of arrows, launched to pierce my being, with torment and insignificance, unworthy of food or water, attention or love…not even given the grace of a full breath?

And still that answer be yes, for it is my nightmare.

You tell me of the troubles of the world, the failings of others and suffering of the innocent, as readily as you tell of happiness and good fortune, and perhaps you dwell on the negative.

But don’t you see? Can’t you see that it may well be illusion? It is illusion, and it forever will be as such.

No proof is valid, no evidence clear.
For if this all is of my making, it is as it should be.

And I revel in it all. I drink it in as cool spring water on a hot day………as warm soup to the chilled, and a hug for the lonely.

And truly, the day I fear most, is when I awake, to see it all was a dream, and that I am but a creature in the sea.
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Re: Where's the poetry?

Postby tatonka » Fri Nov 01, 2013 1:01 pm

What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!
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Re: Where's the poetry?

Postby Ulisse » Sat Nov 02, 2013 3:12 am

Thank you Tatonka. You have written what I fear but could not express.
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Re: Where's the poetry?

Postby tatonka » Mon Dec 23, 2013 10:31 pm

:)

Every night and every morning
into misery we are born
Every morning and every night
some are born to sweeten the light
some are born to endless night
winners never quit , quitters never win

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