Really liked the last few poems posted. Especially A Little Song.
What Have You Proved? © 2004 VJP aka BeaWare
Amber liquid in bottles
Creamy red paint in a stick
Crayon colored powders
Lie encased in minute plastic coffins
High heels, low cut dresses
Scattered aimlessly about
You were flat on your back in life
What have you proved?
Gone are the posters of Teen idols
High school girl laughter
The friend you once were
You held the bitterness inside you
Imprisoned inside your heart
It controlled you
Until it broke the speed limit
And the traffic light of life
Flashed red
Cav, I can tell that you are deeply in love because the poetry that write about your wife, truly expresses it.
Welcome to A2K Bea Ware, I loved your poem.
It weaves a vivid story of sadness.
Thanks Colorbook!
Here's a funny one (I hope)...An Ode © 2004 VJP aka BeaWare
The roof was old
We thought it was shot
Though never a leak
Did it have!
We called 'the man'
To have it replaced
And now it
Leaks really Bad!
Drip! Drop! Drip!
The third night of rain
'The man' who replaced it
Surely didn't have a brain!
It's 5 in the morning
My eyes are blood red
If I had that damn roofer here
He'd surely be dead!
So true so true, I like to see all the talent here on a2k, when i don't have so much stuff in my mind I will post some poetry, but as for now....my brain is fried
When the day comes
Upon the day that words of the wise could not have done a thing
What we set out to do has been done
And what is left..Absolutions and should haves.
Ring democracy,
like the Angelus bell
o'er the Liffey swell.
Ring out in wind chimes,
attract the peacocks
masquerading in your name.
Bang out loud metallic drones
until you crack like Liberty,
the pulpit, the man
with a strange anthem,
the neighbour with eyes
sewn shut.
Leaves swaying in a breath
Counting days until they fall
Time marks the days of death
As the deep freeze comes to call
Shriveled life upon the ground
Scattered abundantly day by day
As the wind gusts a lowly sound
And blows them all away
the flowers grew with no repose
anarchy slept in the dew
the garden slept
the gates were shut
the steps sunk in to the stars
the path was lost
i relent
I'm new so dont slate, until you become my mate!!thanks.
Letters, numbers and a key to escape,
Imprisoned?, freedom or observed,
Are we trapped in e-world,
Or do we preserve, individuals,
All expressing, all interacting,
What would i know, a novice in this realm.
My bird is..oh dude!
I called it the humming..
My bird is..oh pal
I wish you.. saw it coming..
( I like this...you don't have to think about it..just let it flow
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Poet with no Cause, welcome! I liked the poem, and have a soft spot for Ireland. I honeymooned there.
navigator, interesting words, so in the spirit of this fine thread, I will offer some of my own:
Navigator,
guide us over choppy seas
while we unfurl the sails
and test the direction
of the ever changing winds,
taking pleasure in the rising
of ivory sea-foam.
On the wings of an eagle
In the dark of the night
I will come to you swiftly
Through mornings light
To kiss your sweet lips
Such forbidden delights
Awaiting my arrival
Longing for the sight
Of my silohuett
Against the moonlight
skies beckoning pensive clouds
beyond the charted waters
distant lights illuminate
revolving dark to light
as day to night
a dream within a dream
fading in sunlight
They envy us..why we are so loyal?
And why the rest of the universe is used to betray ??
Let's stay together ..morning and evening ..
Like birds living in branches' lap..
And if my eyes got blinded after you..
I'm with you all eyes..
I couldn't write this...somebody make it a poem ?
navigator, all you need are a couple of minor changes...the first line is fine. For the second, how about "Why does the universe betray us?" Third line, fine. Fourth "like birds living in the branch's lap," or "like birds living in the laps of branches." Next, maybe "If I were struck blind,/I would still see you with open eyes." That's just poetic license. Go with it if you like it. If it's not what you want to convey, just ignore me.
Good stuff and great thread Edgar..
Still missing drom, a truly gifted person.
