Post a poem........... (Earth, Sodom, hell, heaven)

[Booko]

re: goats

Originally Posted by literal visionary

I think its great,
no matter what it will always be better than this one:

Better? Surely you didn't imagine all poetry had to be serious?

This one was the result of a long night, ended by someone's comment, "Australia, where the men are men and the sheep are nervous."

And then off we went from there.

Not to worry, you may well have that college experience some day. I don't mean the academic part. That's not the most important anyway.

[Booko]

It seems these days poetry has gotten so ethereal and obscure as to be, well, not generally of much use.

But it's my observation that whenever academics try to keep poetry to themselves, the people will *always* take it back.

For the most obvious example of that today, look at the rise of rap, or as the politically correct term goes "hip hop."

Like everything else in life, 90% of it is crap. But the other 10% is worth an ear.

Well, enough musings. I must to sleep, lest I start sending pix of people in fruit costumes up again...

[literal visionary]

"Australia, where the men are men and the sheep are nervous."

I thought that was scotland

Not to worry, you may well have that college experience some day. I don't mean the academic part. That's not the most important anyway.

what are you trying to say here? ewww

[Booko]

Originally Posted by literal visionary

I thought that was scotland

That's the original version, yes, but there are others.

what are you trying to say here? ewww

That college, like travel, has the potential to broaden the mind?

And no, we had no sheep at school. We went pheasant hunting a few times, but we just cooked them for dinner.

[Master Vigil]

Dan Bernardo
The Wooded Hutch

It boils in the light,
I feel the moonlit power grow.
It cries into the night,
The blood so ravingly does flow.

Its hunger finds its way
into the most insane of minds.
The spirits do not sway
to their own odd and arcane kind.

The wooded dreams do run
throughout my hazy darkened mind.
Come, come in and see.
Please come and see if you can find.

Do seek me, I will hide,
Far deep inside the lonely woods.
Do seek me, I won’t mind,
it’s time, you know how much you should.

I’m here, no there I am!
I’m under here, and over there?
Please follow; See you can!
What do you hear in there my dear?

Some wailing? Yes it’s there.
A cry, a moan? Yes they are too.
A lot to fear in here
my dear, and much that’s left to do.

You stepped and broke the glass.
Oh no! There’s water where it lay.
Your sinking oh so fast!
You’d better hurry! Get away!

There is the bank, it’s close.
Don’t slip, and grab it quick! It’s there!
Do rush, the water rose!
And those who help do not but stare.

You’re out! But where is here?
The vines are getting close my dear.
Don’t fight, don’t fret in here.
Those lights are really there, I swear!

"What next?" The vines do ask.
They like you, soft is how they touch.
The cold, it comes so fast.
Please do not struggle, not so much.

The lights will fade in time.
They’re really meant to, it’s alright.
Oh let them die, it’s fine.
At least you’re liked, oh please don’t fight.

The fear will pass my dear.
The pain? It soon will also fade.
At home you are my dear.
It’s just as I have always said.

The stars died out? Oh well.
Then nothing left is there to fear.
The voices stopped as well.
So nothing left is there to hear.

The vines do like you, yes.
They always liked you oh so much.
They’ll keep you here, oh yes.
Inside the dreaded wooded hutch.

[Stick of Joseph]

Just a few little things I have done In school. I have always loved poetry. It allows me to express true feelings.

The Patient Man

I have anger just like you
but choose to have a different view
the tampering of my mind does not go without retribution
I choose, rather than fight, to make an illusion
Delay, unknown to many, can have a driving force.
It allows me to attack the problem at the source
Confronting one who’s drive is anger
does present a certain danger
I am encouraged by friends to give a hit
but they are unaware to where I sit
Violence does not always need to be.
Alternatives could destroy boundaries some could never see.
How can anyone know what’s behind my plan
Behind the fury of the patient man.

[Stick of Joseph]

How depressing.

Make it Real

The high of life is here, but the low is nigh
I am an optimist upbeat but I lie
Thinking positive thoughts constantly intrude
but fear catches on, and begins to delude.

I look on, chin high into this uncertain shade,
but my dreams begin and my goal turns and fades
I have talents, aspirations, hopes of power.
I see my triumphs that continue to shower.

But I feel neglected and forgotten through my smile
I’m always to help, first to come, but I live in denial
Turned aside by ones I called brothers
confused, shocked, shamed and alone I find no other.

I want power love and success
but so many times Im made to feel less
Give me your care, but make it sincere
I know lies well enough for a career

I cannot withstand, I am on the brink
Give me an arm, I don’t want to sink
I look at my doors and they begin to seal
Give me hope, guard me, but make it real.

[Circle_One]

Saddest Moon
Written when I was about 14 or 15 (ten years ago).

O Saddest Moon,
How I hear you weep,
With the bright orange comets,
Dangling at your feet.

O Saddest Moon,
With the stars in your eyes,
If I ask you the questions,
Will you give the replies?

O Saddest Moon,
Why so sad?
Because your lover left you,
With all the pain that you had.

O Saddest Moon,
My love for you shows,
And each time I see you,
My love for you grows.

O Saddest Moon,
I'll call out to you soon,
But you'll never answer,
My Sweet Saddest Moon.

[Majikthise]

From my mother's sleep I fell into the State
And I hunched in it's belly till my wet fur froze
Six miles from Earth loosed from it's dream of life
I woke to black flack and the nightmare fighters
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose


Randall Jarrell

[tfp(-*-)]

this is Something I wrote a few years back.

Winter moon in the revolving skies.
Midsummer sunrise between my eyes.
Old man wandering, old man dies.
life's ellusive truth arise.