it's a different sun
that starts the day
from the one
that ends the night.
shadows creep away
when dark is done.
the soul shys the light.
I like those images, dys.
Rose is the color of pink I think
Or yellow is quite mellow
red reminds us all of bled
while green is green instead
nothing rhymes with purple ever
seems it's all a weird endeavor
mixing colors, with this and that
makes for a beautiful artist's palette
Nice Dys....
Hey hey littlek ..... guess Edgar got me primed ... help I'm a run away!!
You're an artist with words, colorbook.
Edgar has banana plants still blooming in his yard
the ground in which my garden grew is frozen very hard
He goes outside in short sleeves in his lovely Texas state
while I wear a heavy coat outside, gloves, hat, and maybe even skates.
But maybe in the summer, when it's hot and humid, and I'm sweating by the score
I'll wish that it was winter time again...and frigid evermore
summertime texas
hell is a texas summer
in an airconditioned hummer
step out you can barely breathe
atmosphere makes one bubble and seethe
you fight mosquitos at night
and barbecue while getting tight
praying end texas summer
then run and hide in the fabled hummer
I like it, Edgar; I feel that despite the heat of the Texas summer, you still like it.
I was trying to think of a spontaneous poem for here, and what came to my head was French. So I'll give my original words and translation, though it'll probably be somewhat disjointed.
'Ode'
Le soleil beau, pourquoi toujours meurs-tu ?
Chaque nuit au-dessus de ma tête tu coules.
Ta chute brûlante de brandons comme des foules
Quand rixes tièdes sont gara, revenus.
Manteaux monstrueux du noir ont capturé
L'innocence des cheminées impatientes.
Le monde sous flâne autour et s'inquiète,
Et dort la brune, là où tu resterais.
Bright sun, why must you always die?
Each night above my head you run.
Your burning embers, torches, fall like crowds
When tepid brawls have parked and again come.
The cloaks of monstrous dark twilight captured
The innocence of impatient roof-tops
The world below frets vainly, strolls around
And brown dusk sleeps, where we'd have you remain.
Interesting to see such a translation. I'm sure it was really great in French, since it is that good in English.
...The cloaks of monstrous dark twilight captured... Drom, that's a beautifully written poem.
the dogs of black and white
eat your purple monstrous soul
as raw soldiers of the night
ram down the light pole
to launch their missiles from darkness
you eat quivering meat
belittle the staggering stealth
the government is made of wealth
count your taxes beyond your realm
Bush is at the helm
underhanded deficits of our time
have another glass of wine
Thanks Edgar and colorbook! Well, the original French had the advantage of rhyming and having nuances on the words, but I'm glad that you liked the translation; as for the whole meaning, well as well as trying to describe the night, I was thinking people notice things more when they're gone.
I liked both of your poems--
Edgar-- Your poem's very visual; you manage to never put in too much or too few comparisons and details, which is impressive.
Colorbook-- It's easier for some people to close their eyes to the big issue, 'as long as I'm O.K.' I liked your message; for whom do you think you will vote at the next election? I hope that this 'Man on Mars' thing won't swing whom we call the 'putty voters' over here; Bush the First used the same idea before he was elected.
Edit-- MSLaugh shut me down before I could respond fully.
can you see a silver certain mountain
hung across the cerulian sky
its tip a forbidding shroud
its base a confusion of if and why
can you hunker there on icy promontory
for a blink of eternal eye
as you prepare to answer before you slip and die
Sorry I'm late boss, I'll work over
Tick tock
another second
falls off the clock
where did it go?
I know, I know
it's hiding
in the shadows
watching, waiting
for it is sure
there is an end
to tick
and tock
waiting in the shadows for
the last to drop
then what?
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Didja know that 'black holes' are where God divided by zero
I thought black holes were nature's
way of keeping humans from conquering the universe.
Isn't it 2004
a presidential election on the rise
in Washington they shut the door
and tell the people lies
how stupid do they think we are
is it something they don't get
we congregate near and far
upon the Internet
most of us are well informed
of things they hide so well
ideas that are so malformed
are jokes they love to tell
