|
DividedQuantum
Outer Head


Registered: 12/06/13
Posts: 9,818
|
Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: pineninja] 2
#24149843 - 03/09/17 08:40 PM (6 years, 10 months ago) |
|
|
Chaos
Nature is chaotic, not quite random Chaos and order flow in tandem When Nature’s speaking you must hear her Know at what you’re gazing in the mirror
Is the beach’s sand all in disorder? Does the infinite not have a border? Perhaps the granules are quite set Or perhaps the man is quite beset
Randomness is order in low degree Ascribing nothingness to matter, but folly To see, to know the subtlety’s degrees Requires one to see, to sense with ease
The coin of materiality’s the atom That people mistake it I can’t fathom This entity is not some queer mere accident But a higher mind’s unfurled, extended accent
Evolved beings must merely come to see That physical behavior isn’t free In the sense that Nature’s not unbounded Infinite, but with its corners rounded
-------------------- Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici
|
zZZz
jesus


Registered: 12/28/07
Posts: 33,478
|
Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: DividedQuantum]
#24151012 - 03/10/17 10:25 AM (6 years, 10 months ago) |
|
|
The flu
I've got the flu alright Mama gon' make me a hot tea I've got the flu alright Man I feel sick My nose is stuffy But I must remain still For this sickness I cannot spread This sickness will die with me I must drink hot tea I must eliminate the virus I must eliminate Osiris
|
pineninja
Dream Weaver



Registered: 08/17/14
Posts: 12,468
Loc: South
|
Re: The Official Post Your Own Poetry Thread. [Re: zZZz] 2
#24152511 - 03/10/17 08:58 PM (6 years, 10 months ago) |
|
|
Infinites border begins at you and ends with me. Between us all that we think we can see. Necessary confusions obscure the casual glance. What's the flame going to do next? Not a chance.
Order is random. Truisms fluid. Notions define. What is concluded.
What is matter is trust. Between you and me it must. Even for the great nothingness to be true. I alone could never prove it without you.
Random is just another thing we built that we don't understand. That would change with a new discovery planned. All that our sciences can percieve. Is limited only by what we can believe.
-------------------- Just a fool on the hill.
Edited by pineninja (03/10/17 09:07 PM)
|
Atobaccotaster
Stranger


Registered: 03/05/17
Posts: 98
Last seen: 6 years, 7 months
|
Eschillion Key Excerpt, poetry from my anarchist false utopian novel [Re: pineninja] 1
#24156828 - 03/12/17 05:35 PM (6 years, 10 months ago) |
|
|
Horror struck Like an off-key piano Like a volcano Swallowing an island tribe.
Said Janet Walters, "What?" A man wearing a paper bag over his head and nothing over his body ran by screaming, "We're doomed!" Janet Walters fell into a wooden park bench. She looked at the dracoliche and said, "He may be right." Said the dracoliche, "Just give me my damned money bitch."
|
pineninja
Dream Weaver



Registered: 08/17/14
Posts: 12,468
Loc: South
|
Re: Eschillion Key Excerpt, poetry from my anarchist false utopian novel [Re: Atobaccotaster] 2
#24157295 - 03/12/17 08:55 PM (6 years, 10 months ago) |
|
|
Could it be be a simulation. Can it be true. For the matrix to be us. Who's programmed me or you.
Same with it all. Its pointless to look. Any answer given. Would mean absolutes mistook.
Biological machine just inferior words. Rational theory collective absurds. We romanticize thought and introspection. Magical or not its a misdirection.
While non of this proves it could potentially be. I've been confused once again, again I'm at sea. Its hard to explain. So I'll refrain...
-------------------- Just a fool on the hill.
|
DividedQuantum
Outer Head


Registered: 12/06/13
Posts: 9,818
|
Re: Post your own poetry [Re: pineninja] 2
#24161665 - 03/14/17 01:51 PM (6 years, 10 months ago) |
|
|
Insectoid parasite
So certain of your precious nature Your lovely Latin nomenclature But I can see what you cannot You're one and all a pisant sot
Sucking dry the planet's essence Some cry we need some more present What it is -- insane stupidity Deriving from rancid torridity
Looking like disgusting lizards with fur Or insects with endoskeletons, demure Our sense of dignity is a sad joke While all these reptiles are stuck in a yoke
If one could take an Angel's view He'd see things are a bit askew Far from the stately image man has The truth is, one and all's an asshat
-------------------- Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici
|
DividedQuantum
Outer Head


Registered: 12/06/13
Posts: 9,818
|
|
Subconscious Macrocosmic You know what they say (Of course we must heed they) Observation is king For without, not a thing But that I would contest Outside Earth, all the rest Of our universe teems With awareness, it seems Whatever's out there unseen Isn't dead, it's a dream The moon won't disappear Nature tends to cohere A subconscious macrocosm A hominid microcosm There not at all separate, really We can travel inward, freely
-------------------- Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici
|
pineninja
Dream Weaver



Registered: 08/17/14
Posts: 12,468
Loc: South
|
|
Very nice.
-------------------- Just a fool on the hill.
|
saintlySinner
Morningstar


Registered: 03/13/17
Posts: 42
Loc: ressurecting
Last seen: 6 years, 9 months
|
Re: Post your own poetry [Re: pineninja] 1
#24171529 - 03/18/17 04:02 AM (6 years, 10 months ago) |
|
|
hey guys, I think im gonna be alright
I used to have such an imagination when I was younger, I thought it was a lost talent. Feels great to start writing again and getting in touch with that spirit.
some of this might not be considered poetry, although I guess the best thing about poetry is that it doesn't have to follow rigid form. Its just free thoughts.
so here it goes, just some things Ive been writing, starting with a classic haiku
does it ever change while were here forever, or is it all the same?
And when the light finally appeared, the Voice asked what is the matter Son, all is forgiven to which the Angel replied, Yes Father but I still feel bad.
I didn't say it was original, just that I thought of it myself!
|
DividedQuantum
Outer Head


Registered: 12/06/13
Posts: 9,818
|
|
Nice.
-------------------- Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici
|
akira_akuma
Φύσις κρύπτεσθαι ὕψιστος φιλεῖ


Registered: 08/28/09
Posts: 82,455
Loc: Onypeirophóros
Last seen: 4 years, 29 days
|
|
Morning Light
in ethereal
above the archway and under the drawbridge t'wards me (shining edge of refraction)
it's (feeling the edge of a degree of BOUNDING) what I don't know: to think of this... fear aloft neck and shoulders
feels like behind me, a snake's hiss: heeding danger as shining prey while the heat rises off my pate of gnarled hair in this muggy day of May
Edited by akira_akuma (03/19/17 07:41 PM)
|
DividedQuantum
Outer Head


Registered: 12/06/13
Posts: 9,818
|
|
Mythologie
Peacock of the chakra's master Apollo offers hers, so ask her Speaks, "He was in the fifth dimension" To drily submit her contention
It isn't often one may see A genius with a hand like he Forbidden fruits, to him two-d For us, abstract Mythologie
-------------------- Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici
|
once in a lifetime
sun child



Registered: 02/12/15
Posts: 1,807
|
|
Quote:
saintlySinner said: hey guys, I think im gonna be alright
I used to have such an imagination when I was younger, I thought it was a lost talent. Feels great to start writing again and getting in touch with that spirit.
some of this might not be considered poetry, although I guess the best thing about poetry is that it doesn't have to follow rigid form. Its just free thoughts.
so here it goes, just some things Ive been writing, starting with a classic haiku
does it ever change while were here forever, or is it all the same?
And when the light finally appeared, the Voice asked what is the matter Son, all is forgiven to which the Angel replied, Yes Father but I still feel bad.
I didn't say it was original, just that I thought of it myself!
It's really good.
Yes... Imagination is so important -- hugely... Creativity... And yeah - we are usually at our best at a fairly young age...
The brain works differently then - if it is developed in a good way... Although, the more I understand about life, the more I come to learn that it is possible to get to heights or peaks of intelligence or creativity later on in life too...
So this one, isn't so amazing really, it's from 11 years ago when I was 18, so, very early really, as I didn't start writing 'til then..
Mostly I was just playing around with imagery that time... I post it because I noticed, George R. R. Martin's next book is called the Winds of Winter
Aha! I know why arguments get so unpleasant...!

 Okay - so, the task of educating someone, teaching someone, or correcting someone -- all of which, are basically the
 themes or - presumed description - of the action
 when someone gets into a personal argument, or -- when a discussion or debate turns into an argument --

 and or turns into a personal one --

 anyway - if one begins to insult or such -- as in a personal argument which has slipped sometimes does --


 then, one insults the person -- and also, the interaction between the two of you :

 in other words, if you insult the person -- you say, the person is not worth anything --


 then, it is not worth teaching them --



 and, if it is not worth teaching them, then one is doing what is not worth doing;
 thus, etc. q.e.d.



 all memes and idea evolution brought to you by o.i.a.l.
-------------------- Innocent, Oldfield & Hegerland Julia Delaney, Bothy Band Rasta Girl, Sister Carol Genesis, Jorma K I Wish You Peace, Lawrence Laughing Do Your Thing, Moondog large . . music garden . . veryall peace them hiStarhouse - main Time Traveler's Guide
|
once in a lifetime
sun child



Registered: 02/12/15
Posts: 1,807
|
|
o i forgot the poem.
 like i say it's not an exceptional poem, probably slightly below average even.

 (below the 50th percentile)

 but, like i say, i was just starting out as a poet, more or less, or still quite early, and experimenting around with imagery a good deal.

 having said all that, it's one of my favorites, and i felt the same way when i wrote it -- it was part of my growth as a writer,
 to write, and to love writing, and to come to see forms and beauty...

 gradually learn to see, learn, love, know, create, higher beauty,

 which has truly for me always or often been a case of ... there's almost a fountain of inspiration, isn't there?

 a source -- which ever flows....


 i recently read a quote of Nikola Tesla, to this effect... '' the universe has a core, a source -- from this i get all my ideas...
 i have not penetrated this core, but i know it exists."
-- partially paraphrased, although i believe the last sentence is close to exact.
(2) standing tower
A standing tower, that Long held fast, As winter winds Blow and crash, Crumbles, to fall.
A crumbling tower, on Surf-torn shore, Descends, in slow motion, As every stone Breaks, to fall, Cascading, to the shore
Crumbling tower, that long held fast, As winter winds do win at last, With every break and fall of stone, It leaves me ever more alone.
 oh, and seeing it -- obviously i was in the early stages of growth of lyric poetry, too... as, half-way through, the poem basically crashes ...
 i suppose i should stop by now, and - isn't talking silly?
 peaceful silence is kind of where it all leads... but - in terms of expression, which is probably so important to the soul's growth --
 not much is higher than poetry -- and, in terms of growth in general and life - not much is more beneficial than writing,

 It has always seemed,.......... after all, it is a journey, and by writing, one is taking it.

I also learned, over the years - that self-learning is possible. That is,


by writing one grows and learns -- not simply by writing, but also from this, one can gradually learn.
Self-learning. (one term for it,) although we are in the realm of language---
which is creation of language


 so one should really find a more creative or cool word than self-learning, but in terms of description at least,
 it's accurate.
Shantideva has a beautiful or similar description from like 2-8, in the first chapter, of his work -- Bodhi
And Schopenhauer of course, was the most adamant among Western philosophers on the benefit of writing versus the detriment of reading.
 (remarkably, amazingly, surprisingly, so.) or, somewhat so.
 Whitman, Dogen and McKenna, similar ones.

hm my apologies for so many words,
♥♥♥♥ peace and love ♥♥♥♥
-------------------- Innocent, Oldfield & Hegerland Julia Delaney, Bothy Band Rasta Girl, Sister Carol Genesis, Jorma K I Wish You Peace, Lawrence Laughing Do Your Thing, Moondog large . . music garden . . veryall peace them hiStarhouse - main Time Traveler's Guide
|
Dreamfarer
rover


Registered: 08/21/16
Posts: 27
Loc: WA, USA
Last seen: 6 years, 3 months
|
|
Am a screenwriter by trade, but have tasked myself with one poem per night, minimal edits. Here's where it's gone so far.
Entry #1
The ministry pigs in satin Squealed as they began to fatten. And then there were no more rhymes because they outlawed them all so fu ck uckuckuckuckuckuckcluckbuckcluckcuckcluckhuckyuck yuk yakkitaka takayakkayakkatakkatak Flesh meat sac Moist heart mask Take me to task All you do is nag gasp 'n gag But let your heart sag BE a nag and an art skag Spit with scrag Be a hag Be a hag Hagagahagagahaguguha hagagahagagahagaga ZUS
And #3
Light is a blight on the dark. That's how the dark sees the light. But is that true of the dark and the light? What if we lightened up our view of dark, and darkened down our view of light? Even the dark can glow in the aftermath of the light, and the light a welcome awakening one eruptive midnight.
In life, in death, you find the death of life and the life of death.
To play any game is to deal out death. And the day you realise you're already in the big house on the high hill, a bone wind whistling in through tin chimes,
well that's precisely when you awaken in light after the long night of sleep.
And you walk into the sun.
And you don't know what awaits.
-------------------- art and psychedelics help they don't just “let you” have an experience. they help you have your own experience. https://alejoleo.wixsite.com/thespokenword
|
Dreamfarer
rover


Registered: 08/21/16
Posts: 27
Loc: WA, USA
Last seen: 6 years, 3 months
|
|
Enjoyed your use of rhythm and aesthetics. And such a simple but important observation about a secret poison that leeches away at many people...
-------------------- art and psychedelics help they don't just “let you” have an experience. they help you have your own experience. https://alejoleo.wixsite.com/thespokenword
|
EternalCowabunga
Being of Great Significance



Registered: 04/04/05
Posts: 7,152
Loc: Time and Space
|
Re: Post your own poetry [Re: Dreamfarer] 1
#24181133 - 03/21/17 05:32 PM (6 years, 10 months ago) |
|
|
i wrote this while angry and frustrated so may have bad vibes
you scream i scream we all scream for dice steam my fingers are punctuated by the sounds of aggressive pencils and pens making their mark on the blank canvas of Anthony Kedis's brain.. My frown is intensified when I can't make brown, so I put on my balet shoes and walk around the town How am I going to get through an entire day of diaper changing and knocking over train tracks I walked through the tunnel. I gave up my life. They gladly took it. I have no life now. Just an impression of a simulation of a ethereal nothing Furious eyes give way to so many ways to die and that makes me sigh because anger is a broken duck wing that will plunge you underwater and keep you there I do it all anyway. Come over and eat boiled eggs with me in a 50's romantic sitcom - after we eat we will sleep in seperate beds and read the newspaper. Looks like we are going to war again, honey. The dancing gets old when it's 7 AM and the drugs have worn off 3 hours ago. And now I'm wondering.. is there any point going on like this, with these old habits and old friends It all stays with me... I want to set it on fire. Set all my fucking possessions on fire. Go explore the Amazon like my spirit brother who also lives in this stupid city. They say that the world is ending, so what is beginning? And can I get there without going with the bloodsuckers? Everything breaks in time, except for my desires. They stay true. How pleasant. Just shoot that ball into the basket. That's what you are good for. You practiced eight hours a day. I practiced self-destruction. Got damn good at it. I've gone down three lives... three to go. All of a sudden the streets open up, the cars start flying, the buildings peel back and reveal pure imagination essense. I can't believe that this could be happening, and it seems to be coming from behind my hands, into my hands, shooting forward and sending all the people into transcendental bliss. Night falls and I'm tiptoeing in the kitchen for an apple. The apple satisfies me and then I'm chugging root beer straight from the 2 Liter bottle The beat of the song keeps me alive for now, I sing with rage, I sing with hope and desperation. It's too late to go back. I'm 70 and you are 30.
--------------------
|
beforethedawn
Registered: 06/19/16
Posts: 1,859
Last seen: 4 years, 5 months
|
|
White lights before the dawn The night has been shaken by the neck The night pen rests on the withered ink container The speechless insects do not mind me being here I use their blood to splash the page of dawn Note that we don't all bleed red
The stars are hung in the heavens I keep them next to God They melt into pools of star dust And something drips into ponds behind me
-------------------- Hostile humankind Can't you see you're fucking blind?
|
pineninja
Dream Weaver



Registered: 08/17/14
Posts: 12,468
Loc: South
|
|
very nice.
-------------------- Just a fool on the hill.
|
beforethedawn
Registered: 06/19/16
Posts: 1,859
Last seen: 4 years, 5 months
|
Re: Post your own poetry [Re: pineninja] 1
#24186986 - 03/23/17 06:44 PM (6 years, 10 months ago) |
|
|
Thank you! Much better state of mind lately. I'll try to contribute more of that, and less of the mumbo jumbo of the previous stuff haha.
-------------------- Hostile humankind Can't you see you're fucking blind?
|
|