quixote
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Post by quixote on Jan 6, 2005 20:54:03 GMT -5
I like your poems goblin. Have you tried publishing?
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Post by Goblin on Jan 8, 2005 7:36:06 GMT -5
Thanks, quixote!
No, I haven't tried publishing - but then, a year ago I hadn't tried writing poetry either. Maybe someday - though I can't imagine there's much of an audience for my ramblings ;D
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Post by quixote on Jan 8, 2005 11:00:41 GMT -5
Goblin, Most poetry could probably be described as ramblings of one sort or or another. Perhaps you should give it a go? Quixote
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Post by Goblin on Jan 12, 2005 16:47:48 GMT -5
To explain the weird title - this is about a Viking burial site I visited in Sweden
KUNGSHOGARNA
Shadows of clouds Creep over the mounds Here the only sound Is long grass growing Over long-dead kings Here no bird sings Once they plundered Now they slumber Undisturbed Not even by the words Of a younger god Yet cows chew the cud Quietly, in their field Beside these man-made hills Even the wind is still
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Post by Goblin on Feb 3, 2005 19:02:47 GMT -5
Windows are mirrors In the dark Inspect the passengers In the glass On the last train home Stretched out, booted feet Dangle off the edge of the seat Sleepy girl wakes too late Phones a friend for a lift As her platform slides past Young lad, grown into his height at last, Tries to find his place in the pack While his cool friend chats With giggling girls, having fun Not knowing he's undone One woman hiccups softly, says "Too many sausages!" And a man stained with red wine Smiles as his eyes meet mine In the glass On the last train home
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Post by chatins on Mar 6, 2005 14:29:53 GMT -5
The White Poop of Dover, a poem in four verses.
To my horror, there bounced a hapless British Rover, on an intercept with the mighty cliffs of English Dover.
Like a blind lemming in the Spring; no time for an eternal song to sing.
A flock of seagulls swooped by; dropping their white poop pie.
The Rover was blinded; the driver reminded - On this plain, mother nature will overcome any strain.
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Post by chatins on Mar 6, 2005 14:31:23 GMT -5
The White Poop of Dover, a poem in four versus.
To my horror, there bounced a hapless British Rover, on an intercept with the mighty cliffs of English Dover.
Like a blind lemming in the Spring; no time for an eternal song to sing.
A flock of seagulls swooped by; dropping their white poop pie.
The Rover was blinded; the driver reminded - On this plain, mother nature will overcome any strain.
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Post by Goblin on Mar 11, 2005 20:42:57 GMT -5
White flowers Blossom fresh minted Above last year's dead leaves Sweet basil On my kitchen window
Cock pheasant Struts across the grass His brightness out of place But welcome On a watery morning
Tabby cat Pauses, leg held high Stares with his only eye Ignores me Concentrates on licking
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Post by Heike on Mar 20, 2005 14:41:06 GMT -5
The End
I woke up at night and felt so much fear. As I opened the curtains, my eyes filled with tears.
While listening to the silence I knew he was here. So I went into hiding, knowing that my end was near.
He had given me so much joy but then he made it clear that his true motive wasn't love so I needed to disappear...
Shenandora DeWynst March 7th, 2004
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quixote
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Post by quixote on Mar 20, 2005 17:19:32 GMT -5
Call the police!
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Post by Heike on Mar 22, 2005 0:18:47 GMT -5
It's just a poem, nothing else. So, don't worry
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Post by Goblin on Apr 15, 2005 21:14:52 GMT -5
In a wood, walking In her hands, holding Holding a golden cup Full to the top The wood is full Of light, and wolves Greet each other Eat each other With glad mouths And small sounds Eyes bright Tails high Winding round her legs Moving unseen fluid Careful not to spill a drop She lifts her cup Up to the sky Wolves whine
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Post by Goblin on Apr 24, 2005 16:40:34 GMT -5
Ring round Full moon So bright So wide Fills sky Clouds rise White wings Light reigns
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Post by Goblin on Jun 21, 2005 17:56:33 GMT -5
Night falls Like a falcon On its prey Night's prize is day In the twilight To day, says night I love you Let me cover you With darkness With softness And cool touch A kiss of dusk And in reply Day makes a sigh Seems to acquiesce Night takes this as a yes Soon down below A rosy glow Is all of day As night holds sway
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Post by Janika on Jun 22, 2005 9:10:21 GMT -5
To a young niece during her first splat with feelings of love. Silly poetry makes it easy to talk to kids.
This is the cosmos messing with you. The universe laughs to see you stew. You're entertainment for some other kind Who think it is funny that humans are blind.
You make your own fate every day of the year You bring your own sunshine or heartbreak or tear It's up to you to get what you want To make the decision, create your own font.
It's very natural to fall into love With someone you disliked and used to shove. It's God's way of teaching us how to be nice, To see points of view that we wouldn't think twice.
I say enjoy it! You never know when You'll have some interesting feelings again. Enjoy the person you've come to know well And learn to respect him outside of your shell.
Meantime, your feelings will sort themselves out. It's hard getting through them sometimes, no doubt. But they challenge and give you excitement in life And that's the best part, that it's not all just strife.
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