It's Poetry Darlings

[nothappynotsad]

Re: It's Poetry Darlings!!

When I heard the learn’d astronomer;
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me;
When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them;
When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick;
Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

Walt Whitman

 

[Skylarker]

Re: It's Poetry Darlings!!

When I heard the learn’d astronomer;
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me;
When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them;
When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick;
Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

Walt Whitman

Breaking Bad

 

[nothappynotsad]

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Breaking Bad

Yes! I love this show! We're on season 4, episode 7. I can't wait to see how this business with Gus unravels...he's my favorite character.

 

[Skylarker]

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Yes! I love this show! We're on season 4, episode 7. I can't wait to see how this business with Gus unravels...he's my favorite character.

Season 4 is the balls...until you get to season 5. Then, have adult diapers ready, because you will shit.

 

[sad veiled bride]

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All love letters are
Ridiculous.
They wouldn't be love letters if they weren't
Ridiculous.

In my time I also wrote love letters
Equally, inevitably
Ridiculous.

Love letters, if there's love,
Must be
Ridiculous.

But in fact
Only those who've never written
Love letters
Are
Ridiculous.

If only I could go back
To when I wrote love letters
Without thinking how
Ridiculous.

The truth is that today
My memories
Of those love letters
Are what is
Ridiculous.

(All more-than-three-syllable words,
Along with unaccountable feelings,
Are naturally
Ridiculous.)

Fernando Pessoa

 

[realitybites]

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I just wrote this. I imagine it more as lyrics. Too bad I can't play guitar.


Ecstasy on Hold


She loves me
But wants to hate me

So badly
It kills

Cause I’m not like her
She’s not like me

Her ecstasy’s
On Hold



She follows me
Round the fansite

Wants me to notice her
But I don’t, I won’t

Cause I’m not liking her
Though she’s liking me

So, she puts her ecstasy
On hold

 

[CrystalGeezer]

Re: It's Poetry Darlings!!

There once was a man from Nantucket
Who pawned his gran-mom's favorite locket
Then went down to the store
(He was kind of a bore)
And bought himself a shiny new bucket

 

[billy scissors]

Re: It's Poetry Darlings!!

There once was a man from Nantucket
Who pawned his gran-mom's favorite locket
Then went down to the store
(He was kind of a bore)
And bought himself a shiny new bucket

There was a young guy named McSweeny
Who spilled some gin on his weenie
Just to be couth
He added vermouth
Then slipped his girlfriend a martini

 

[Pav1ova]

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All joy - in the past, irretrievable and evanescent
But in the present - prosperity and despair.
The heart is tired and thirsts in fire at sunset
Of love and passion - its lured by freedom from care.

The heart is tired of prosperity's narrow confines,
Its in despair, in chains, in complete distress...
Despairs to dream, and to trust, and in darkened numbness
It pulses with sadness, in cast of laziness...

And life charms and conjures, and with the trail
Of family weekdays lures somewhere...
To hearts chagrin: it fears with its betrayal
To end its prosperity in sunset hour.

It is empowered with motherhood and with loyalty,
It fears to leave his loved ones like piteous orphans...
But theres no unison, and it beats in loneliness
And life passes, and it might tear the cold coffin.

Oh heart, oh heart! Salvation is in your madness!
While you can burn and beat, burn and keep beating!
Sin braver! May do-gooder come way of mummies:
In sin - oblivion! And there - no bullet or rail can reach me!

You're loved, sick heart! You're loved, loved all out!
Love in response! In greeting! Yes, love in ardor!
And be at peace: Live - rightly! And vanquish doubt!
Be joyful, heart: Youre young! Beat loud and harder!

Igor Severyanin

 

[smiffy]

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In times when nothing stood
but worsened, or grew strange,
there was one constant good:
she did not change.

 

[Girl-Afraid]

Poetry

Does anybody on here indulge in this hobby? Here are a couple of mine:

Morrissey

You caught me off my guard
I found your words haunting
You are the modern day bard
From a coastal grey southern town
Your experiences mirroed my own
You stopped life dragging me down
Its more than adoration, more than love
You have a special purpose
Your lyrics shine above

Tonight

Tonight I'm happy as long as you still draw breath
Living on nostalgia and breathing in sync with the beat of a broken heart
Tonight the lights must always shine
The laughter must never stop
Tonight it keeps up the pretence, the facade
Us and them, us and them they say, but what has it ever meant?

I would love to hear yours

 

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Ode to Millie.

She waits
With her face
To the window

A vision
Of Hope
And of loss
And despair

I open to the door
To admit her
But I find
That there is


Nothing there.

 

[Kewpie]

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Ode to Millie.

She waits
With her face
To the window

A vision
Of Hope
And of loss
And despair

I open to the door
To admit her
But I find
That there is


Nothing there.

Dave, what happened to Millie?

Hope she's alright.

 

[[email protected]]

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Dave, what happened to Millie?

Hope she's alright.

Hi Kewpie, I'm sorry to say that Millie passed away in July last year. She is still very sadly missed by me/us. Thank you very much for your kind concern.

 

[Barking]

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Ode to Millie.

She waits
With her face
To the window

A vision
Of Hope
And of loss
And despair

I open to the door
To admit her
But I find
That there is


Nothing there.

But she's out there somewhere Dave.

Hope the new gal is well.

 

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Thanks for the flowers, Barking!!!...Jessie-Jane is settling in just fine nowadays...Cheers !!

I was just looking for an old "Pet" related poem I did a while back, to sort of keep up a "Continuation" of this deceased animals theme, but couldn't find it...but I found this, which I thought I had put on here ages ago...( just checked, I haven't....or have I ??)

Love Poem To a Fruit-Machine.

Oh slinky, sensual fruit-machine
Standing tall, so bright and clean
Flashing your lights, so blatant; raw
A "Come on", from a plug-in Whore

Trembling in anticipation
sweaty palmed I twitch
Insert a coin for operation
And then I hit the switch

The light bulbs flicker,and music plays
The reels begin to roll
I stand and watch, My eyes a- glaze
As your promises unfold

Shall I gamble high or Low ?
Or should I call your bluff ?
How far will you let me go ?
Is a wink or a nudge enough ?

You show no emotion as I leave
No sorrow upon your face
My pockets bare, my shoulders heave
As another man takes my place.

 

[Barking]

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Thanks for the flowers, Barking!!!...Jessie-Jane is settling in just fine nowadays...Cheers !!

I was just looking for an old "Pet" related poem I did a while back, to sort of keep up a "Continuation" of this deceased animals theme, but couldn't find it...but I found this, which I thought I had put on here ages ago...( just checked, I haven't....or have I ??)

Love Poem To a Fruit-Machine.

Oh slinky, sensual fruit-machine
Standing tall, so bright and clean
Flashing your lights, so blatant; raw
A "Come on", from a plug-in Whore

Trembling in anticipation
sweaty palmed I twitch
Insert a coin for operation
And then I hit the switch

The light bulbs flicker,and music plays
The reels begin to roll
I stand and watch, My eyes a- glaze
As your promises unfold

Shall I gamble high or Low ?
Or should I call your bluff ?
How far will you let me go ?
Is a wink or a nudge enough ?

You show no emotion as I leave
No sorrow upon your face
My pockets bare, my shoulders heave
As another man takes my place.

Dave, that was lovely. Had to google "fruit machine' though, because i initially thought it was a vending machine for bananas, apples, pears, apricots and grapes. Looks like it's the one-armed bandit you meant. Interestingly, Sir, it's also a Canadian homosexuality test. Bet you didn't even know that, you fruity person.

Great additions to this thread lately. Oh and, very nice handwriting, Skylarker.

 

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Dave, that was lovely. Had to google "fruit machine' though, because i initially thought it was a vending machine for bananas, apples, pears, apricots and grapes. Looks like it's the one-armed bandit you meant. Interestingly, Sir, it's also a Canadian homosexuality test. Bet you didn't even know that, you fruity person.

Great additions to this thread lately. Oh and, very nice handwriting, Skylarker.

Hi again Barking!!, I did indeed mean the "Gambling" variety...there is, co-incidentally, a film from the 80's or so, made in England, called "The Fruit machine", which is the name of a Gay club that the story centres around...it is TRULY awful, and not worth even attempting to track down, or discover more about.....rest assured, Jessie-Jane ( or even Millie) would Never set paw in such sordid sorts of premises, ...not on my watch anyway!!...I do myself however, attend such places occasionally....purely in the name of "Research", you understand.....

 

[Barking]

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rest assured, Jessie-Jane ( or even Millie) would Never set paw in such sordid sorts of premises, ...not on my watch anyway!!...I do myself however, attend such places occasionally....purely in the name of "Research", you understand.....

I completely do.
I thought I saw JJ at the Heaven foam party the other night though...Mmm. Must have been someone else.

 

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I completely do.
I thought I saw JJ at the Heaven foam party the other night though...Mmm. Must have been someone else.

Easy mistake to make!! white Westies fur and Foam can cause an addled eye-atrophy!!!

However, back to the poetry....

I saw this elsewhere, and liked it...

There was a young man from Australia
Who painted his butt like a Dahlia
And a Dollar a touch
wasn't charging too much
But two Dollars a Sniff was a failure.