poetry thread

[fata morgana]

I believed in love, way back when
But it wasn’t meant for me
Wasn’t mine to begin with
In all modest travesty
Because he was afraid
Of being kissed on the cheek
I was wily and weak
Couldn’t get away from this disease
Spent a lot of energy to please
And say "please"
Wasn’t in any position to dispossess
What I thought was my calamity–
Ends up being a faulty egress

[fata morgana]

Literal vows
Littoral avows
Put sand in her face
Forms a circle around her mouth
Who is she to let the tide
Complete her litanies
Was she sold, come replete
Made her to brood
In her piecemeal sleep
The ship a waiting space
Binding with blinders on
Near only to see
The endlessness of the damaging sea
What lies beyond the land left
Foraging on Captain’s stories
The captived only reap glories
When all has been built
On their backs

[fata morgana]

Live, From Bagdad

All I should have said
Was that you were feeling blue
Not that lines were crossed–all one and two–
And what took flight was all this time inside my imagination
Used by someone without any gratification
or any clue
As to what makes you feel blue
And me speak such lines
As I seek to soothe you of your aches and pains
But now it reeks of lovelessness
And stains of sheet metal
And glass blasting across the sky
And so do I seek to amend this moment
By and by, robbed by it and tormented
Let it die, I say, let it be free

[Bucky Ramone]

Cool poetry site: Tin Lustre Mobile

Volume 2 contains a couple of fine Mike watt poems

[fata morgana]

Thanks for the page, dB

[fata morgana]

Hey Halfman, stop workin’ so hard on your essays and give us some more great poetry!! :aliensmile: :aliensmile:

P.S.: I re-read the Thomas Hardy poem and realized it was a bit more depressing than at first glance… Sad…

[Halfman]

plastics never go away, they reform or trap a naive baby seal, or hold a six pack together,… or both.

[fata morgana]

Freaky that the poetry page is back–thought it had dissappeared… Kinda having fun writing short story Sci-Fi right now, but I hope you other poetry people put something up before it dissappears again! :aliensmile:

[FlyingCloud]

hey priss,
if there are no new posts in a thread, it doesn’t really disappear: it only sinks "out of sight" – but on the bottom of the "Open Topic" page (or any other forum) you can "Go to page 2, 3" etc, to read the ‘older’ topics. Or you can hit the Search link on the top of the site (next to FAQ and Memberlist) and search, e.g. for "poetry" … isn’t it fine: none of all the topics and posts here on the BBS are gone forever

would be really cool to read a Sci-Fi story here

[fata morgana]

Thanks for the trick-a-roo, Flying Cloud!! :aliensmile:

[likeaghost]

worlds got
time not
spell right
hard fight
so night
go bright
day start
may part

holiday
Memorial means memory monument
no work
go play
no pay

money no good
but must buy food
grow but snow
better thoughts i gots
early it bees
gotta hit trees

[fata morgana]

Dime a dozen,
Me?
How can that be?
No triage necessary
Unending, unveiled
Hop-along Cassidy
On one leg
or on the other
The Can-Can
Or a dancing monkey
Left in the dark
So Easy
To leave her here
Wandering in perplexity
Until the mind splits into
Spoilt desire or rancid reality
Which one do you think she’ll pick
Of the two?
If only you knew me.

[likeaghost]

co dine or brussels shout

away with the norm but beware the storm
passion is not and or can plan we the land
sense be but will nor me that have no cents
either be true that i know u be that tee off
tree seems to be what is plaguing me see?

[fata morgana]

Can someone tell me which version they like best?

1st version

The Kitchen Knife On Yer Table

The kitchen knife
Lay slain in the dim light
On the yellow table
In plain view
Just southpaw of center
Like the artist that you are
The one I can remember
To commemorate such days
As ours kept asunder
These Holy Days of Hate
Where whim fit wit
You over me–slit–
How could I forget
The ways of your thunder?

2nd version

The Knife On Yer Kitchen Table

The knife lay slain
In the dimly lit kitchen
On the yellow table
In plain view
Just southpaw of center
Like the artist that you are
The one I remember
Who can commemorate such days
As ours kept asunder
These Holy Days of Hate
Where whim fit wit
You are over me–slit–
How could I forget
The ways of your thunder

[FlyingCloud]

hey strawberry girl, thanks for sharing your poetry with us

both versions sound good to me, although a kitchen knife sounds more "harmless" than just a knife, what makes the contrast of a useful tool and the damage that could be done with it even eerier. …. but that’s only what came to my mind

[Author]

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