edgarblythe wrote:Dear Mrs Roosevelt
Bury the rag in your face
All the progress your husband spelt
Has gone without a trace
The poor man's lucky
To see new dawns
I saw a change when Nixon came
I saw succeeding frames
I knew we were in trouble when
Reagan sauntered in
The poor man's lucky
To see new dawns
I learned about Bill Clinton's ways
When he chalked up the right wing's plays
I knew he cut off his party's legs
He cut out their hearts and heads
The poor man's lucky
To see new dawns
Dear Mrs Roosevelt
Now's the time for your tears
All the progress your husband spelt
Is the fog of former years
The poor man's lucky
To see new dawns
* Not satisfactory- -toying with a Woody Guthrie song, with a Dylan tie-in.
BM - I've been listening to Dylan a lot recently - especially his live stuff
ENDYMION wrote:edgarblythe wrote:Dear Mrs Roosevelt
Bury the rag in your face
All the progress your husband spelt
Has gone without a trace
The poor man's lucky
To see new dawns
I saw a change when Nixon came
I saw succeeding frames
I knew we were in trouble when
Reagan sauntered in
The poor man's lucky
To see new dawns
I learned about Bill Clinton's ways
When he chalked up the right wing's plays
I knew he cut off his party's legs
He cut out their hearts and heads
The poor man's lucky
To see new dawns
Dear Mrs Roosevelt
Now's the time for your tears
All the progress your husband spelt
Is the fog of former years
The poor man's lucky
To see new dawns
* Not satisfactory- -toying with a Woody Guthrie song, with a Dylan tie-in.
BM - I've been listening to Dylan a lot recently - especially his live stuff
The tie-in here, for any unfamiliar with Woodie's and Dylan's songs is, Woodie's "Dear Mrs Roosevelt" and Dylan's "The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll."
Gong sounded in the hallway
Soldier keep your horse at bay
In distanced mumbles he heard said
That finally god is dead
Reason has at last prevailed
Has steered us through as faith derailed
We rose against our loving maker
With aim to be his undertaker
Up babels tower re-erected
All consequence unseen, neglected
Armed to win with skill and will
To battle with our lord until
Love and mercy soon became
Reduced to causes for great shame
From need of will, by want we kill
And battle with out lord until
Finally his ropes we've moored
With scrutiny of mortal hoarde
Under penalty of broken sword
We sail to heaven, come aboard
Instant writing the unavoidable themes
Sorry for english is not my native language....
It's my first post... and it's about finding my teenage passion for playing with words and human thoughts...
since this is spontaneous I didn't check a dictionary...
Could I search for a forum of my native spontaneous... ? shure... Why not?
What do we got in our lives... all that you know, all that you dream...
all that you allow...
admit that I speaking out loud... regretting every time, being lost full of doubt...
Said hush...
Got nothing to say anymore.... just fad-up with myself, I'm still sore from the last time i've heard.. that the dream was still alive.
i'am just getting so old... i'll be younger next time... but the soul comes back with more, more of those lines...
By that we're ancient... as ancient as the human race, recognizing it all like a very deep accent.
Theres an You, an We, maybe an us, but always an I...
babbling poetry, hiding away - please don't look at me i don't know what i say... and I, I, I, just will not alow that to happen again ... from now on instead of the I, i'll just put there my name...
thanks ....
by the way just used the spell check... hope I did ok... lol
Welcome dramat. Anybody can post offerings here. There are some talented people who pass through the thread. Most have a good run and finally move on, but they leave part of a legacy to be proud of. Right now, cyracuz is our star contributer. I really like his use of words. Your poem has some good stuff in it too. I encourage you to return often.
Welcome dramat.
I like the honesty of your words.
Sometimes it's hard to convey emotional content, but your poem is full of it.
...while this one is not so full of it
Things
Make money
Grow wings
Just let the words flow
as if it the snow was coming down
because when it start coming through
it won't stop
the emotions are real
like food to a roach
it sees
goes after
than make sure is there
than muches
as if it never was there
then that when it comes upstream
like candy to a baby
it seems so unreal
So many questions appeared but never noticed when born
how the world was made
no matter how much effort is tained
It seems as if things and thoughts stay the same
no change
but that impossible
Time is forever changing
cultivating
with all the beings living in it
So how do we see past the exterior
what lies behind
the truth
and what inside
So i can find out how to cope with these times
every day is new but old in a way
for the same things do happen every day
sex
violence
drugs
crimes
so what hope is suppose to be had
the devil is forever pulling us down in this sprial
must be strong and live on
for i guess these questions i have here and in my head;
have many answers
So i guess it take time
lots of learning and growing in all stages of the being
until I am old
where children have been made a million times over
thinking the same as i do today
So i must stop
leave it there in it locked doors
to be open so many times
over and over
until it all over
and the worlds is gone and all the people are dead
but let not forget time never ends
dog4life
Welcome. Interesting thoughts in that one.
up one, down one
up two, down two
up three, down three
and all around, too
Flexing the muscles
building the strength
to enable my lazy bones
to endure the length
to withstand the depth
of such wonderful verse
emotions and meanings
profound across the universe
down one, up one
down two, up two
down three, up three
bowing to greatness of you
hats off to beautiful words
from Cyracuz and Dramat
taking away my breath
as powerful as savate
you guys are great!
chewed up and spit our
Out of air and full of doubt
wounded by a hefty night
with wine and blinding lights
blinding lights all night long
sleep was not a midnight song
cable modem soon was ashed
and my network card crashed
been only a week tonight
but seems at least a fortnight
since getting my daily dose
of wonderful able2knows
guess the lightening got my creative pizzazz too.....what a fright that rhyme is....
looking for a moose
not poiming like i should
not to seem obtuse
if i could why i really wood
i last saw it arcing blue
emptying out a rainbow
pouring water out of a shoe
i hopped facing the afterglow
In geometric correct design
Symmetries emerge, align
In egosentric, fevered minds
This symmetry it's chaos finds
For wide is chasm we must cross
Deep the abyss and sore the loss
Of thoughts we need to shed to learn
The way across ere bridges burn
But when I read it I see it's only half. A sonnet maybe. To be continued...
nothing to stave
meekly i gave
from my begging bowl
two eye rolls
a spider web
and the rest of my soup
did you transceive my message
i wrote it on the robins egg
a word of love for you
and a bit of spam for the eavesdropping world
argh you mexican riddles
adrift like a boat without paddles
i await the joyful fiddles
instead a disintegrated bus's rattles
if i want so much turmoil
i can turn to limbaugh
or the war on foreign oil
or turn away and say faugh
july fourth is a day for lovers
picanics and horrible explosions
explosions of patriotic fervor
of blythe empiric implosions
of little flags by the flood of tepid beers
of gobblers of massive hills of red beef
proud to soldier on them godless queers
unheedful that statesmanship's on a reef
july fourth is a day for soldiers and children
for grannies and four wheelers and bands
for the deaths and lives of the expanding million
who once held the power to own freedom in their hands
