Have you a poem in your head that has become a part of you?

[DallasApple]

Oh ...my love ...my darling...I hunger for your touch...a long lonely time!!

Sweet dreams of you....things I know ...cant come true...Why cant I forget the past...start lovign someone new...instead of having sweet dreams about you...

I go out walking after midnight...out in the moonlight.. just hoping you will be out after midnight searching for me...

FALL to your knees...the sky is gently falling!!!

LAST OF THE MOHICANS


YouTube - The Last of the Mohicans




Love

DAllas

 

[angellous_evangellous]

YouTube - The Last of the Mohicans




Love

DAllas

Blast of the mama-chickens

*or*

Half nekkid Injuns arunnin'

 

[angellous_evangellous]

An odd coincidence is that I asked Jay to write a poem for RF last night.

 

[DallasApple]

Blast of the mama-chickens

*or*

Half nekkid Injuns arunnin'

No just deep love and reverence...with a tad of jealously..and regret...

Love

Dallas

 

[Yerda]

Had we never lov'd sae kindly,
Had we never lov'd sae blindly,
Never met-or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken-hearted. ​

children guessed(but only a few

and down they forgot as up they grew...

We are invincible because we are the conquered.​

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;

It isn't in the mirror
It isn't on the page
It's a red hearted vibration
Pushing through the walls
Of dark imagination
Finding no equation
There's a Red Road rage,
But it's not road rage
It's asylum seekers engulfed by a grudge
Scottish friction
Scottish fiction

It isn't in the castles,
It isn't in the mist
It's a calling of the waters
As they break to show
The new black death
With reactors aglow
Do you think your security
Can keep you in purity
You can not shake us off above or below
Scottish friction
Scottish fiction​

 

[Rolling_Stone]

I am a stranger to this world
And a stranger to every world.
I am a stranger even unto myself.
Let no man pretend he knows me,
Let no man say he understands.
For the life I live is my own
And I alone
Am born to experience it.

Not much of a poem, perhaps, but it's been stuck in my head for some 30 years now.
​

 

[whereismynotecard]

Here's a poem I made up a long time ago:

"There once was a man named Jim
I don't know what happened to him
He fell on his head
And then he was dead
There once was a man named Jim"

Here's another one that I wrote:

"These socks
There's a hole in that one
Here's mine"


They are pretty great, hm? I say them all the time, and my sisters both memorized them, even though I made them up and they suck. It's pretty funny that they both know the words though.