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Post by RocDoc on Oct 25, 2008 20:44:04 GMT -5
*BRAVO!!!*
ya GOTS ta get that sorta shit OUT!
bravo.
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Post by RocDoc on Oct 25, 2008 20:43:49 GMT -5
...and it fit with the halloween and all....
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Post by strat-0 on Oct 29, 2008 17:56:09 GMT -5
That's an excellent Halloween poem, I think.
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Post by rocknroller on Nov 14, 2008 20:09:08 GMT -5
LOL
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Post by wayved8 on Nov 16, 2008 3:03:34 GMT -5
JAC--Nice ode to Billy Joel there mate--am i wrong?
rockkid--can you sing that poem you wrote?
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Post by samplestiltskin on Nov 17, 2008 11:06:54 GMT -5
i can see rockkid's poem as an ozzy osbourne power ballad.
btw CONGRATULATIONS! you won this year's halloween poetry contest.
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Post by JACkory on Nov 23, 2008 12:12:02 GMT -5
Camera I
Quickly, now
Before I forget
Before the cold rain washes this soot from my body
I need to remember
It kills me to remember
Was it real?
True? Honest?
Real, even so
So real in so many ways
It's not your reality that stains me
I slid through a slime covered door
Wiggled in through the mirror
Unsure of what I would find there
I thought I could handle it
This cliff edge
I was in an unfamiliar room
Taking in all I could see
My eyes like camera lenses
Strategically placed on the floor
Bound to the spot like tethered dead weight
I could have stopped it
I could have
I could have stopped it
I could have
I could have stopped it from tainting my soul
I could not have stopped it
From happening
As it
Had
Already happened
And so it happened
Real for them
Real for me
Real to the world
On every level a fucked up reality
And it chipped away
It tore chunks from part of me
Demolished a part of me
That I didn't even know was still there
That I would have kept to my dying day
Powerless to stop
Only stare
Judged guilty
By an unwillingness
To turn away
To turn away
Not so hard to do
Close my eyes
Squeeze them shut
Tightly, tightly
Only to be consumed by
The sound, the noise
The muscle and skin-muffled bone
Absorbing the shock
Of a wooden floor
Like a fish out of water
Flipping and flopping
Held down by the bigger fish
Gasping for water
Teased, destroyed then released
Puncture my ear drums
I cannot stand these
Terror, helplessness, anger, loss
I cry for you
I cry with you
But I cannot cry for myself
Tears won't fall from these open eyes
I cannot squelch
The echoing memory of your brokenness
That resounds and repeats and courses through my heart
Through my very existence
Changed forever
By an impulse
To
See
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Post by upinkzeppelin2 on Nov 23, 2008 12:47:17 GMT -5
WOW
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Post by rocknroller on Nov 25, 2008 22:53:11 GMT -5
Camera I
Quickly, now
Before I forget
Before the cold rain washes this soot from my body
I need to remember
It kills me to remember
Was it real?
True? Honest?
Real, even so
So real in so many ways
It's not your reality that stains me
I slid through a slime covered door
Wiggled in through the mirror
Unsure of what I would find there
I thought I could handle it
This cliff edge
I was in an unfamiliar room
Taking in all I could see
My eyes like camera lenses
Strategically placed on the floor
Bound to the spot like tethered dead weight
I could have stopped it
I could have
I could have stopped it
I could have
I could have stopped it from tainting my soul
I could not have stopped it
From happening
As it
Had
Already happened
And so it happened
Real for them
Real for me
Real to the world
On every level a fucked up reality
And it chipped away
It tore chunks from part of me
Demolished a part of me
That I didn't even know was still there
That I would have kept to my dying day
Powerless to stop
Only stare
Judged guilty
By an unwillingness
To turn away
To turn away
Not so hard to do
Close my eyes
Squeeze them shut
Tightly, tightly
Only to be consumed by
The sound, the noise
The muscle and skin-muffled bone
Absorbing the shock
Of a wooden floor
Like a fish out of water
Flipping and flopping
Held down by the bigger fish
Gasping for water
Teased, destroyed then released
Puncture my ear drums
I cannot stand these
Terror, helplessness, anger, loss
I cry for you
I cry with you
But I cannot cry for myself
Tears won't fall from these open eyes
I cannot squelch
The echoing memory of your brokenness
That resounds and repeats and courses through my heart
Through my very existence
Changed forever
By an impulse
To
See
Did you write that? Pretty deep JAC. I like it. But...did you write it? |
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Post by rocknroller on Nov 26, 2008 9:06:44 GMT -5
Looking through panes of glass
time winds down, so awfully fast
reflecting on when, sins of the past
wonder why some things fail to last
I ponder the future, look yonder, alas.
And now it comes to pass
to tread in my head, a repass
I try to relax, though at an impasse
this staring inside like down a crevasse
I strive for the now, and vow to surpass.
To await this fate I yet hesitate
why leave bereaved him once called mate?
His choice the voice inside does cry
and grieving, unbelieving slowely dies
my angers at his wench, I sigh.
Soon my broken heart will sooth
no more be aloof, to rue
to begin a life anew
thus does peace replace grief, my boon
moments like this, too few.
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Post by JACkory on Nov 26, 2008 10:55:00 GMT -5
Yes, Pat. I wrote that one a few days ago. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I've kept a blog for a few years with a whole batch of that kind of stuff (mixed with a lot of prose, too). You might like some of it, so here's the link if you want to check it out: Chromosome 11Once again, thanks for the encouragement.  |
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Post by JACkory on Nov 26, 2008 10:59:08 GMT -5
Looking through panes of glass
time winds down, so awfully fast
reflecting on things, sins of the past
wonder why some things fail to last
I ponder the future, look yonder, alas.And now it comes to pass
to tread in my head, a simple trespass
I try to relax, though at an impasse
this staring inside like down a crevasse
I strive for the now, and vow to surpass. That's really good...Good use of rhyme, I know I can't write in rhymes very well. I read it a few times and understood it a little better each time, and that's a good thing. |
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Post by JACkory on Nov 26, 2008 11:01:43 GMT -5
YUp and not a poem rather a rant. Ode to a co worker.. You crazy fucking twat Four months in & you go on & on Your boyfriend your bloody boyfriend You booze you fight then you booze & fight Your need to tell me borders on the bizarre Every fucking minute of every fucking work hour Where the hell did you get the idea I care?  ? If you’re not yapping it in my ear you text it Fuck sakes, you even text the letter K! Should I hold your hand Am I in high school or are you really mid forties as you say? You dried up crazy old punt It’s wrong for me to want to push you off the building It’s wrong for me to wish you call in sick………….. get fired, change jobs, die………….fill in the blank. But I do Why aren’t you mute. The latest fight you boyfriend say you were “fucked in the head” you tell me waiting for me to say how dare he. You blind fuck……….. didn’t notice that I didn’t. All I want for Xmas is that you……….get a new boyfriend, disappear, or are struck mute……better than a lottery win. You crazy fucking twat. That's pure GENIUS!!! You need to come around more often, RK, and give us more of the same! |
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Post by rocknroller on Nov 26, 2008 12:03:21 GMT -5
Yeah, I like poems that rhyme. Also like limericks and so forth. I've written a couple dozen that I posted on the old RS.COM forum at Patlogi's Tavern. Also wrote several on another forum. Maybe I'll post a few of them here. Fortunately I printed out all of them from the old RS.COM forum before they deleted the boards.
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Post by rocknroller on Nov 29, 2008 15:48:27 GMT -5
Decided to finish this poem I began on the previous page out.
Looking Inside
Looking through panes of glass
time winds down, so awfully fast
reflecting on when, sins of the past
wonder why some things fail to last
I ponder the future, look yonder, alas.
And now it comes to pass
to tread in my head, a repass
I try to relax though at an impasse
this staring inside like down a crevasse
I strive for the now, and vow to surpass.
To await this fate yet I hesitate
why leave bereaved him once called mate?
His choice the voice inside does cry
and grieving, unbelieving slowely dies
my angers at his wretch, I sigh.
Soon my broken heart will sooth
no more be aloof, to rue
I begin a bright life anew
peace replaces grief, my boon
moments like this, too few.
Dedicated to Rick and his wretch. From Pat.
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