Bebop
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Post by Bebop on Dec 23, 2003 0:51:18 GMT -5
*Bebop sets out some beanbags and turns on some Hendrix*
Now, I know we have some poets amongst us here. This is the corner to do it. Mr. Downey's recent postings have me in a poetic mood, so I'll post first to open things up. Don't be shy, we're all friends here. Pull up a seat, gravitate to the flow, and enjoy.........
;DBebop
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Bebop
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Post by Bebop on Dec 23, 2003 1:00:51 GMT -5
A darkened hallway reminds me of the red the beast that dwells within this place the sweat, the blood.....the feeling that devours within the anchorline to everything else sways, creaks, ages... the breaking glass, the door hung askew Fresh air is bitter.
;DBebop
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Post by Goblin on Dec 23, 2003 4:11:44 GMT -5
Most of mine come from dreams, so they're either too personal or too strange to post here...
WATER
I looked into the water The surface of the water Light leaping from the sea I looked into the water The bottom of the water Dark lurking in the deep I looked into the water The surface of the water The bottom of the water Both together -
The water looked at me
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Post by Goblin on Dec 23, 2003 23:14:01 GMT -5
Heading into weird o'clock, so here's another one...
GLASS
I pick up the pieces Sharp edges Bloody hands Light refracting angrily Take the glass down to the sea Throw it away
Leave it be For half a hundred years
And it is scarred By sharks And it is touched By tides And it is moved By mermaids
The sea leaves Its gifts upon the shore
I pick up the pieces Smooth edges Gentle hands Light reflecting soothingly Take the glass up from the sea Keep it safe
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Bebop
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Post by Bebop on Dec 24, 2003 4:42:05 GMT -5
Saints and Sinners, Bells will toll and bring the hasty truth. In faith of nothing; lies will follow, your god has been removed. Go forth now and spread the word, this duty you shall do: Nothing lies beyond our death, Your life is up to you.
;DBebop
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Karen
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Post by Karen on Dec 24, 2003 15:54:36 GMT -5
Wow, Gals, You're all fine poets; someday I may post 1 here. All your poetry & Brian's truly amazes me; they all are very touching & funny; I like them & keep up the great work.
Merry Christmas, Ladies, Karen
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Post by Goblin on Dec 27, 2003 0:38:16 GMT -5
FLAME
Hands cold Damp matches Flame is blue
(Blow)
Flame is gold
(Wait)
Flame flowing over fluid
(Remember)
Drowning in fire Singing in the dark Flame becomes a path
(Walk)
So many scents Cinnamon Hint of snow Breath of smoke Another flame flares Elsewhere Leaves clatter Concentration shatters Flame is just flame Stolen by wind Won't walk this path again
(Tonight)
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Post by Insipida on Dec 27, 2003 0:41:19 GMT -5
Nice work. :-)
(I LOVE sea glass, Goblin. I have quite the collection.)
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Post by Goblin on Dec 27, 2003 0:46:09 GMT -5
Glad you liked it, Insipida I have a jar of sea glass on my bookshelf.. well, one of the many bookshelves... And just to reassure people that I still write silly stuff... A challenge - a limerick of Lexx That doesn't suggest any sex I grabbed my quill, wrote After only one stroke Man, this is hard - oh, heck!
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Post by Rhiannon on Dec 27, 2003 7:33:40 GMT -5
.. Here's one I just came up with not yet named but off the bat called "k-razy,man" .......> Dark is the water, deep is the heart, and from the end, to the beginning it will start ......my mind is set aflutter, with naughty things from the gutter....seeping in and creeping out........trying to keep a scream, more like a shout ... so we be, not too many, not too far...but alltogether , here we are! ;D
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Karen
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Post by Karen on Dec 28, 2003 16:54:56 GMT -5
.. Here's one I just came up with not yet named but off the bat called "k-razy,man" .......> Dark is the water, deep is the heart, and from the end, to the beginning it will start ......my mind is set aflutter, with naughty things from the gutter....seeping in and creeping out........trying to keep a scream, more like a shout ... so we be, not too many, not too far...but alltogether , here we are! ;D Rhiannon, That's a great poem & a great start to a much longer 1, if you wish. I hope you post more of them. Goblin, That's a very good & touching poem; wow, it really got me, that's how touching it is. **my heart almost stopped when I read it*** Here's mine, I hope you like it: Crafting is a great hobby; It's good because it helps me relax; It even helps me from being so sobby & snobby; When I don't feel like doing much; It helps me to keep in touch with myself & such; When I get finished with a project; I feel like it's something I need to protect; So that's why I like making crafts; Because it keeps me from the drafts.Have a Happy New Yr, Karen
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Bebop
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Post by Bebop on Dec 28, 2003 20:54:04 GMT -5
the mist round my feet the vail dropped o'er my eyes the shadows light my way as I pass the angels watch
steps leave ashen marks the path lay narrow b'fore me pale and thin, cold and bare with strength of soul I tread
;DBebop
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Post by Goblin on Dec 30, 2003 16:57:19 GMT -5
DEVILS AND ANGELS
My devil knows that no-one can be trusted My devil knows you must never forget My devil knows no-one can be relied on My devil always watches for the threat
My angel knows not everyone's a danger My angel knows that people can be kind My angel knows that people can surprise you My angel says that what you seek, you'll find
We all of us are both devils and angels Depending on the company we keep And even if we're devils while we're waking We still all look like angels while we sleep
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Post by Goblin on Jan 1, 2004 2:13:06 GMT -5
A weird dream I had... sorry it's so long
MIRRORS
I walk up to the mirror My reflection smiles at me Strange smile My reflection walks off Leaving me in limbo Clinging onto the frame Which of us is real Is my name my own When I am alone My reflection out to play What is it doing with me My life My face My name
I wait inside the mirror My reflection deserts me Smiling I try to remember A time before mirrors For mirrors show what is Sometimes what is not Wonder which is worse So must I wait here Till my reflection wanders Into another mirror In a glass In a bar In a bathroom
I watch within the mirror My reflection saunters back Smug smile A smile that I know well The one that says "Relax, I'll always get us home" I want to ask it Where did you go to What were you up to Somewhere out there without me Mirrors only give back light Not sound Not warmth Not answers
I try to touch the mirror My reflection turns away My smile Is once again my own If once two mirrors met With nothing to reflect Except each other Would they see something Never seen before Would it be truth they saw Or a friendlier fiction In behind mirrors In between places In magic spaces
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