It's Poetry Darlings

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Waiting for the Second Coming.

Wrapped up snug, in my own Turin-Shroud
Watching for UFO's behind each passing Cloud
Will it be soon, this Evil worlds end
Or will I live long enough to see Jesus Descend ?.

At last The Holy one shows his face!!
Bringing Hope, Peace and love, to an Ungodly race
Bringing down Heavens most glorious Sights
But First It's to "Oprah", as she's bought The "rights"


Dragged, yet again, to a brand-New Cross
( Painted for the cameras with a Hi-Res Gloss).
No nails this time...just SuperGlue
Father forgive them, they know not what they do.

God said " He came down once, you killed him then...
But f*** me!! you've gone and killed him again!!
My commandments you do so willingly bend...
Goodnight, god bless, This IS the end".

 

[Oh my god. it's Robby!]

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Here is an example of a Pantoum - http://poetsonline.blogspot.com/2009/03/pantoums.html -, written in a half-hour as a group exercise a while back. It is also a cautionary example of rampant plagiarism!

THE OUTCAST’S LAMENT

When you want to live your life,
But they don’t want to believe you,
Where do you go? How do you start?
Who do you need to know?

But they don’t want to believe you.
It hurts, and you ask yourself:
Who do you need to know,
When you’re not forgiven, and you’re not even wrong?

It hurts, and you ask yourself:
Why do they wilfully misunderstand?
When you’re not forgiven, and you’re not even wrong?
There must be another, a better world.

Why do they wilfully misunderstand,
Shutting the door on the truth, and on you?
There must be another, a better world.
Just hold on, hold on, hold on.

Shutting the door on the truth, and on you,
They kill something inside they love.
Just hold on, hold on, hold on:
What’s dismembered can be remembered.

They kill something inside they love.
Move away from the warring haters.
What’s dismembered can be remembered,
By and by, in some incarnation.

Move away from the warring haters.
Have a rootless, wilting last hurrah.
By and by, in some incarnation,
Justice and love conquer all.

You quit being a human pin-cushion,
When you want to live your life,
While tears might spurt projectile ─
Where do you go? How do you start?

Waiting for the Second Coming.

Wrapped up snug, in my own Turin-Shroud
Watching for UFO's behind each passing Cloud
Will it be soon, this Evil worlds end
Or will I live long enough to see Jesus Descend ?.

At last The Holy one shows his face!!
Bringing Hope, Peace and love, to an Ungodly race
Bringing down Heavens most glorious Sights
But First It's to "Oprah", as she's bought The "rights"


Dragged, yet again, to a brand-New Cross
( Painted for the cameras with a Hi-Res Gloss).
No nails this time...just SuperGlue
Father forgive them, they know not what they do.

God said " He came down once, you killed him then...
But f*** me!! you've gone and killed him again!!
My commandments you do so willingly bend...
Goodnight, god bless, This IS the end".

 

[Barking]

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There's a play in town tonight
About Lord Alfred Douglas.
I think I will pass.He may have had an Oscar
But to me
he's just an ass.​

("Oooh! How awfully prejudiced!")

 

[KenzieW]

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These are lyrics for a song. They sound like sentimental rubbish, but if you imagine them with Dave Gahan singing, like I did, they sound pretty good. (Depeche Mode perfectly captured love and darkness.) So, here they are:

When you're asleep
You dream about life
All your worries, all your wants, all your secrets

When you're asleep
You dream about me
Holding you, caressing you, loving you

I held you in my arms
I whispered in you ear
Nothing else mattered; We didn't care

When I'm asleep
I dream about life
All my worries, all my wants, all my secrets

When I'm asleep
I dream about you
You look into my eyes, you take my hand, and whisper, "Love me"

I held you in my arms
I crushed your lips with mine
Nothing else mattered; We didn't care

I wake up in the night
My arms are empty
You are so far away from me
But we can't stop dreaming
We can't stop loving

 

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...CBA finding a pen and paper, so this is coming to you LIVE, by satellite.... the idea just came into my head.....

My Mirror.

I look into my Mirror each day,
and then turn my face away
I shield my eyes from the terrible sight
Of my hair rapidly turning Grey,

I pull a face at the reflected face,
and childishly stick out my tongue
As it stares so silently back at me
Reminding me I'm no longer young.

I see more wrinkles every time
they grow larger as I Gaze
And so I go to bed and cry
And dream of Childhood days.


( OK ,OK, I "edited" that as I was typing it, but it still only took about 9 minutes....)....I don't think it's that bad, for a first draft.

Off for a good sob now!!!
thanx for reading!

 

[Black_Eyed_Sioux]

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Nice to see it's still going...

 

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...I was a bit Drunk the other day in my local, and saw something which "Inspired" this rather sad effort:-A Mother completely ignoring her young daughter, while she was busy sat getting "Pissed" in the "Smoking" area)
( To the tune of "Boy Racer", best imagined in a Morrissey Voice type of version/thing....


Lily

She smokes too many ciggies, and,
she drinks far too much Cider
She can't be bothered with the child
Sat bored beside her.

Poor Lilly, poor Lily
They're gonna Have to dig a hole
poor Lily, poor Lily,
And hire a priest to bless your soul.

As Mother sat and smoked outside
Lily opened pub-doors wide
In she went on some chidish plan
And was met by an awful man.

He quickly dragged her to a car
(Parked on the other side of the bar)
And as he Tossed Little Lily In
...The last seconds of her life Begin.

Poor Lily, poor Lily,
her curiosity sealed her fate
poor Lily, Mothers missing you now....
but I think it's a bit too late.

Now she stands over the grave
And she thanks all who came to pray
She still drinks at the site of the crime,
But she's now tossed the ciggies away.

 

[KenzieW]

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I had to read Lord of the Flies for school. I didn't like the book, but I wrote a poem thing for school about the book. It is kind of something I have been thinking about combined with what I thought was one of the messages of Lord of the Flies. It is kind of weird writing for me:

The Savage Within

There is bad in all people.
Take away the structure, rules, and laws.
Remove the esteemed ideas of justice, equality, and fairness.
Strip away our coverings and shields,
To reveal what is hidden underneath.
The savage within

Our true selves, what we are in our purest naked form
What do you see?
There is good in us, and bad in us.
There is instinct and reason,
Violence and conscience,
Strengths and weaknesses,
Opposing forces inside us.
The savage within

We want things.
And we want to feel important.
And we want to control things.
But part of us is afraid of this hunger and greed.
And the cruelty it can inspire.
So we hide it,
Behind words and causes,
We try to protect ourselves,
With laws, duties, responsibilities, and society.
But it is still there,
And it peeks through.
The savage within

It is fine to want to do what's good and right.
But we are harming ourselves if we don't face the truth,
If we pretend it is not there.
We must be honest.
We must admit.
There is bad within all of us.
The savage within

 

[CrystalGeezer]

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I had to read Lord of the Flies for school. I didn't like the book, but I wrote a poem thing for school about the book. It is kind of something I have been thinking about combined with what I thought was one of the messages of Lord of the Flies. It is kind of weird writing for me:

The Savage Within

There is bad in all people.
Take away the structure, rules, and laws.
Remove the esteemed ideas of justice, equality, and fairness.
Strip away our coverings and shields,
To reveal what is hidden underneath.
The savage within

Our true selves, what we are in our purest naked form
What do you see?
There is good in us, and bad in us.
There is instinct and reason,
Violence and conscience,
Strengths and weaknesses,
Opposing forces inside us.
The savage within

We want things.
And we want to feel important.
And we want to control things.
But part of us is afraid of this hunger and greed.
And the cruelty it can inspire.
So we hide it,
Behind words and causes,
We try to protect ourselves,
With laws, duties, responsibilities, and society.
But it is still there,
And it peeks through.
The savage within

It is fine to want to do what's good and right.
But we are harming ourselves if we don't face the truth,
If we pretend it is not there.
We must be honest.
We must admit.
There is bad within all of us.
The savage within

You're a very good poet.

 

[KenzieW]

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You're a very good poet.

Thank you!

 

[Oh my god. it's Robby!]

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You're a very good poet.

agreed

& now for some bad poetry, I wrote this one underneath the powerlines on one of my desert walks

Dressed in red
In a sea of black
She floated into view
Just as Bauhaus began to play
My gaze fastened to her

Smoke swirled away from her
Though she moved shyly
If I concetrate now
I can still see her beauty

That radiant glow
From all those years ago
But time takes its toll

For while she remains fresh and clear
As the memory fades
She becomes smaller
As if seen from further away...

 

[KenzieW]

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I like it Robby.

 

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Me too!!!

This is inspired by Robbie's photo above.......

I wandered under many pylons
No electric shocks, ...but I laddered my nylons
so much for being AC/DC...
Now It's "Tranny" all the way for me....

 

[Peterb]

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agreed

& now for some bad poetry, I wrote this one underneath the powerlines on one of my desert walks

Dressed in red
In a sea of black
She floated into view
Just as Bauhaus began to play
My gaze fastened to her

Smoke swirled away from her
Though she moved shyly
If I concetrate now
I can still see her beauty

That radiant glow
From all those years ago
But time takes its toll

For while she remains fresh and clear
As the memory fades
She becomes smaller
As if seen from further away...

Well,well, well I never knew you were such a sensitive little kitten!

 

[Oh my god. it's Robby!]

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Well,well, well I never knew you were such a sensitive little kitten!

thanks
here is a Moz inspired one:

mmm

peeping through windows
dead girl on a floor
eww
not that I really care
but have I got anything better to do?
simply singing
such a bore
so instead
I'll just ask and ask and ask
because I think its time for a
Morrissey Murder Mystery

 

[CrystalGeezer]

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From a poem by Adrienne Rich, RIP

All night dreaming of a body
space weighs on differently from mine
We are making love in the street
the traffic flows off from us
pouring back like a sheet
the asphalt stirs with tenderness
there is no dismay
we move together like underwater plants

Over and over, starting to wake
I dive back to discover you
still whispering, touch me, we go on
streaming through the slow
citylight forest ocean
stirring our body hair

But this is the saying of a dream
on waking
I wish there were somewhere
actual we could stand
handing the power-glasses back and forth
looking at the earth, the wildwood
where the split began.

 

[Anonymous]

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I remember the dark trees
along the paths where
I was searching for my inner self

How their time against mine
felt overwhelming

All the time I lived
they stood there
and more


--Urban the poet

 

[the raytownian]

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Probably more to do with drug-induced psychosis than poetry, but I like to push the envelope.

 

[the raytownian]

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Greece was so long ago, yet we breathe the same air......... dude...

 

[Oh my god. it's Robby!]

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Probably more to do with drug-induced psychosis than poetry, but I like to push the envelope.

this makes me think of

still, I liked some of it, "swastika clock" made me laugh