Hi, Chris. Welcome here. Pull off your shoes and make yourself at home.
Hey, I've come back for a quick hello,
maybe some tea, or a glass of stout...
Take off my shoes and wriggle my toe
Ooops, why did you all pass out?
I haven't been able to produce any poems of worth in a good while. Perhaps a consequence of the prose works I am into, of late. Still, I love it when a talented voice passes through here. I hope to never allow this thread to die.
winter saws
right before the day
cuts me in half
where the ice flurries play
down yonder f-l-a
sunkissed oranges
no wonder they say
take me to the land
of burning saving sand
Capital Punishment
She planned the executions in her head.
She'd send them to their graves as if to bed.
She'd take deliberate and exacting aim.
Before each shot, she'd make them speak their name.
"Lies Disguised as Truth" and "Careless Guile"
would fall in unmarked graves with "Hope Defiled".
Though "Thief of Faith" and "Mongerer of Hate"
would beg for mercy- it would be too late.
And once those ne'er- do -wells had been dispatched
She'd leave the door to "Trust" ajar, unlatched.
And after clean-up- when the smoke had cleared,
she'd sing some songs and maybe have a beer.
*All these executions lately have made me consider some executions I'd like to carry out.
the word
thats spoke
before the rope
proceeds to end
all earthly hope
before the limbs
begin to grope
is never heard
is never spoke
Unspoken truths
Are Discovered quickly
Like graffitied Phone-booth's
No hope, as life unfold's
Like Walking the tight rope wearing a blind-fold
Untold crimes remain unsolved
Cause You've evolved
When History is Resolved
Glory-
Welcome. Make yourself ta home.
Governments only suppliment for more votes
Tryna win elections with whack ass quotes
Everysingle President or prime minister, has a sinister plan
A money earning scam, Making millions in there life-span trying to keep down profit gains
Gettin into the peoples brains with lies and 'planes'
They lie every other day, so WHEN can you believe what they say
How do you know what the truth-is, Our mind's fillin up with **** we seen in the movies
Reporters be in on the scheme,
In with the political bullshit like a team
Punishing the Mainstream of society's Dream
Here were left with riots and spiteful pilots
aidan wrote:Capital Punishment
She planned the executions in her head.
She'd send them to their graves as if to bed.
She'd take deliberate and exacting aim.
Before each shot, she'd make them speak their name.
"Lies Disguised as Truth" and "Careless Guile"
would fall in unmarked graves with "Hope Defiled".
Though "Thief of Faith" and "Mongerer of Hate"
would beg for mercy- it would be too late.
And once those ne'er- do -wells had been dispatched
She'd leave the door to "Trust" ajar, unlatched.
And after clean-up- when the smoke had cleared,
she'd sing some songs and maybe have a beer.
aidan, this is very good! I like it a lot, especially the first ten lines.
(IMO the last two lines are adequate but don't quite match the preceding lines)
This is a keeper.
jjorge
'Sue Pine'
(for an old girlfriend, immune to my charms)
Here's a line my long lost Sue,
to say that I still pine for you.
(...and I still wish I could divine
how to get sweet Sue supine.)
Quote:aidan, this is very good! I like it a lot, especially the first ten lines.
(IMO the last two lines are adequate but don't quite match the preceding lines)
This is a keeper.
jjorge
Thanks jjorge. I was trying to lighten the mood a little in those last two lines- the others were kind of dark and intense ( although those were figurative executions
-so don't worry).
Did I read you have a new granddaughter? Congratulations. Pretty name, Adela.
aidan,
thanks.
My grandaughter's full name is 'Adela Genevieve' -named by my daughter for her two grandmothers. (Adela's great-grandmothers)
PS re your poem: the last two lines are definitely ok and they 'work' for your stated purpose...and this IS a 'spontaneous' (or, sometimes, near-spontaneous) poetry thread, so perhaps I shouldn't be nit-picking. :-)
King's Beach, January 2007
No crowds this time of year,
the coast is clear, I chuckle.
There's an old man with his old dog,
poking sniffing rolling over the rocks and sand,
checking for whatever washed up or wouldn't wash away.
The water is sullen and separate.
I keep my feet dry; I know where I'm not wanted.
The gulls are disappointed in me,
crying scorn at a man without food scraps.
I have no role in their world.
Deleting memories from the imagination
Cant get it out of your head its mental annihlation
Seeing pictures with the wrong interpretation
Maybe guidance was needed, like drug re-abilitation
Its like the voice inside is the only intimidation
Thinking right doing wrong Heart cracked open like a hymen
Running So fast Like being chased by a siren
But it wasn't a siren, yet the problems that hurt-me
Rippin me to shreds with no mercy
Whats left is to suck it up like its a slurpee
Moving on like time is needed
Not to be made a routine of then its much harder to be beaten
Another face in the crowd
An anonymous one of us
We who dream our greatness
Behind our screens of tears
For fear of what may sanction
Our efforts should we try
The failure we so covet
Unknowingly yet so dearly
But once in every crowd
The ugly duckling hides his feathers
Not for shame or inverted pride
But to guard his identity
Until the day that it may flower
Until this mask of tears can fall
And the floor beneath a potent heart
Can dwindle in the distance
For there is no such thing as bars
Save those we ourselves erect
To safeguard us through ignorance
Until we find ourselves
im done with politicians
giving ammunition
to the people that leave me an you missen
christ crisened
with a crown of thorns
the devil found his horns
in the cornrows
of those born,
not in the slums ,
but the redneck porno
really rotten scum ,
bullets of hatred
they got in there guns
, bullets of truth infiltrated
the rotten starein from
eyes of the narrow minded
they become barrel blinded
, left you colour blind
, under your breath crying
wishin to get back the colours to your mind
, i know you use to scream white is right
. now it seems white as he lost his sight ,
cant sleep he'd give an apendage for night ,
hands and feet can end it tonight
i know you always wondered why the Kun Klucks Klan looked like ghosts
The wicked witch of the east
Was planning to make a feast
Invited the fork tailed beast
And roasted a catholic priest
But sadly the meat was dry
And she couldn't fathom why
Cause she didn't know that this guy
Had always been boring and shy
So no matter how they chewed
He somehow tasted lewd
Even though his look was crude
He was one hell of a dude
But not the kind for eating
He'd rather take a beating
He knew his life was fleeting
And still he missed his meeting
Cause the wicked witch of the east
Made him a dish at her feast
And choke did the fork tailed beast
On this dry and tasteless priest
thx 