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 Clouds. (poem) 
#13985903 - 02/18/11 05:48 PM (13 years, 1 month ago) |
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Hello all, here is a poem I Wrote today,
It is very beautiful where I live today, And Very sunny..
The clouds are breathtakingly beautiful today, which is what drove me to write this..
Dont hate, Appreciate
CLOUDS
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Want to relax?
Gaze into the vast blue and white scenery above you..
Dont be blinded by the sun,
Thats no fun.
Look at the clouds, they want you to see.
They need to be noticed, not you or me.
This is the way were all meant to be...
Stare for ahwile,
Look at each one,
The clouds slowly surround you,
As you stand in the sun
Slowly drift away..
Beautiful and fluffy
White and puffy
Right above me
Constantly moving
Majestic shapes
Rearanging
Always changing
Its amazing.
breathtaking.
calm.
serine.
tranquil.
*HONK!*
Your in the middle of a street!
Whats going on?
What is that sound?
"GET OUT OF MY WAY DUMBASS"
Once you realize whats happening,
you continue along your way,
Living in the ruined world,
we live in today..
As The driver speeds past you..
Flipping you off,
You let out a long sigh,
and a loud dry cough...
You stand there for ahwile,
Processing what had just happened.
As you look back up into the sky,
all that comes to mind is :
Today is going to be a good day.
-Splurge
Edited by Splurge (02/20/11 11:41 AM)
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obladi oblada
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 Re: Clouds. (poem) [Re: Splurge]
#13985970 - 02/18/11 06:00 PM (13 years, 1 month ago) |
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I like it!  I can relate to the ending, as im sure many of us can.
We must live close, because here in PA the weather is amazing too, and I too wrote some poems.
Grand Adventures Under The Sun
Traverse the mighty valley
Climb to the top of the cliff
And look out on the sun
A log is floating downstream
And with nowhere to go
We jump
Climb on the makeshift raft
And ride it down the river
To valleys unknown
What grand adventures we can have
Under the sun
#2
You are one to worry
Of problems untold
There are no problems here
But what you make
In the end, it’s alright
So come sit with me
Or not
Because it doesn’t matter much
Life is a Journey, an Adventure
And there you are
Troubled with intangible doings
Come outside!
Edited by obladi oblada (02/18/11 06:02 PM)
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Hippie
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Right On Man. Thanks 
and sweet poems, i especially like number 2.
love being inspired by nature
check This Poem Out. tell me what you think
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-"Why be sane in an insane world?"
-"Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one"
-"Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves"
-“We are the facilitators of our own creative evolution.”
-“Watching television is like taking black spray paint to your third eye.”
-“If you don't think drugs have done good things for us, then take all of your records, tapes and CD's and burn them.”
-“They lie about marijuana. Tell you pot-smoking makes you unmotivated. Lie! When you're high, you can do everything you normally do, just as well. You just realize that it's not worth the fucking effort. There is a difference.”
  
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obladi oblada
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Re: Clouds. (poem) [Re: Splurge]
#13986374 - 02/18/11 07:27 PM (13 years, 1 month ago) |
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Its interesting how different people can interpret poems differently.
From that one I think you were talking about technology and that things have changed for the worse. Am i right?
Poems are an expression of one's thoughts, and so it is interesting to see that some lines i understand and some i dont, as if those areas which i dont understand represent a thought that we dont share. But for the most part, i think I read it right. And dont feel bad if i got a different meaning, ive written some that people dont get. In fact, i have decided that only the artist can fully appreciate his own work because there is no way to express feeling. Not language nor any other type of communication is sufficient. Therefore, it is hard to write a poem that can be understood the true way after being filtered through the person's mind, because they have their own thoughts that may distort the poem.
I tend to ramble on like this but i suppose theres nothing wrong with that! Do you have any more? I can share some more if you like.
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Hippie
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Quote:
From that one I think you were talking about technology and that things have changed for the worse. Am i right?
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more or less.. id rather not elaborate because I am tired and stoned,
as to your last couple sentences, ill look through my shit and try and find some more, and maybe cook up a few more.. meanwhile share some of yours, im eager to hear other peoples work.
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-"Why be sane in an insane world?"
-"Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one"
-"Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves"
-“We are the facilitators of our own creative evolution.”
-“Watching television is like taking black spray paint to your third eye.”
-“If you don't think drugs have done good things for us, then take all of your records, tapes and CD's and burn them.”
-“They lie about marijuana. Tell you pot-smoking makes you unmotivated. Lie! When you're high, you can do everything you normally do, just as well. You just realize that it's not worth the fucking effort. There is a difference.”
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obladi oblada
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Re: Clouds. (poem) [Re: Splurge]
#14001631 - 02/21/11 01:57 PM (13 years, 1 month ago) |
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#1
Leaping through the forest
Take the fruit as it comes
Let rest come where it will, we have each other
Life is a time for exploring!
How well, the earliest man,
ripe and prime
At once, a spear-cast sacrilege
But a feast tonight, before the first fire of mankind
How bright is this gift!
Then the arrows reign
A new beginning
developing...
a new end
Next a bead of lead
pushes aside this old triumph
Again and again
to make way for the new
Developing, developing, developing...
And now so seperate from the truth
And so seperate from ourselves
And seperate from Our Mother,
We foolishly fight the Earth.
Can't you see - we are blind.
Oh to be in the forest again
Ripe and prime.
#2
In the name of adventure,
we shall carry on.
We shall leap forth into the unknown
into darkness*
The cries of the wild inhabitants of the night
We shall see it all
And should we come in direct contact with
purely the essence of experience
we will endure it
in the name of adventure.
And through the streambed we roam
we can carry on into dusk
wandering through the night
and, in the morning we can greet the sun
quite warmly.
*(And leaping into this darkness
may we push out the other side and find light
Light which we otherwise would not have known
At which point we can realize the glory which Columbus has felt
in his ventures
out at sea.)
#3
“There is a path you must follow,” once said the man
And thus there was order
And years after, this path retains dominance
And through the streets, I hear
the monotonous cry of many
For no deviance will be rightly accepted
in this tall, yet contorted society
though strangeness is merely unfamiliarity
But I wait.
What I wait for is this
growing tower of chaos (order),
its makeshift beams quivering as it marches toward the sky,
to fall on itself
and the dust of deception will settle
as freedom brilliantly reigns.
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obladi oblada
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#4
"How do you know that?"
"I know more than you might know. I am old."
"You're hardly older than me!"
"I am far older than you. What age do you think I am?"
"Fourty-five. Maybe fifty," said the young man.
"Twenty-two," said an eavesdropper.
"I am ninety-three."
Just then the eavesdropper stumbled by, having a hard time with an arm's load of eaves. You see, his father, the eavesman, sold the eaves. The son was the one to deliver the eaves to the homes of the customers.
"You don't know nothin'," said the young man.
The eavesdropper, still having trouble maintaining his load, responded, "Yes, I do not know nothing." An eave escaped his grip and tumbled away. It kept going. The momentary pride he felt from delivering such a clever response to the man was now diminished.
The young man grunted and, feeling a need to insult him blurted, "Eavesdropping! That shit's for the birds."
The eavesdropper felt another opportinity. His heart jumped and, maintaining a calm demeanor, he said, "That is eaves-sitting. The ones who rest upon the eaves are eaves-sitters." Inside, he smiled. Just then, another eave slipped from his arms and fell to the ground. The moment was gone. Suddenly enraged, the eavesdropper dropped all of his eaves and, seeing that almost all of them broke, realized what a mistake this was.
#5
A man came in today who calls himself ujm.
Surprised at the notion of the collar,
"In my days" said he, falling into the sofa,
"you would find most to be much taller."
He drank as he talked, and in the moments between,
he would dab his lips with a tassle
so as he talked(and drank) his words would stay clean,
and so could rhyme without hassle.
The thoughts he portrayed
glittered even in shade
and twas the source of the
utensils he made
So uncharacteristically bright
were his forks and spoons(and knives),
Not often would he need to switch on the light,
because of his forks and spoons(and knives).
And presently, the man called ujm rose up from the seat
(which had by now started to morph, you see),
but from lack of sleep he rose off his feet,
but this was short-lived - it was time for tea.
And at this he was deeply offended,
for it was hardly even time for lunch.
As if there were ropes that suspended
his self, and had just released at once.
He fell to his seat, feeling quite grounded
(which was now fully a large downy cushion),
and I saw the sides puff up and surround him
and he was kicking about inside of the cushion.
It looked as if he begged for my part
in helping him up and out of his doom,
but I really wasn't quite sure where to start.
I began by prodding the mass with a broom.
When at last the deed was done, ujm began to shout.
For I had helped him out and up,
instead of up and out.
And because of this, he continued up, up and away.
And because of your late arrival, youv'ent seen him to this day.
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obladi oblada
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I especially like #4  though its not a poem, but writing anyway
Edited by obladi oblada (02/21/11 02:01 PM)
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obladi oblada
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I just wrote this one after a mishap
A fine thing to eat, indeed
Is cornbread, a meal from meal of seed
But to partake of this in my very bed
Is the worst idea I’ve ever had
A bed no more of which I’ll stand
A bed no longer but a bed of sand!
And with water this bed should yield
Much more corn than any field
For more crumbs fell of my plate
Than those of which I even ate!
When the Sandman comes by tonight
He should not think himself too bright
He’ll claim his own sleep unsteady
From having stopped here once already
And if sleep should catch me here
I would have dreams so very queer
Lying beneath the rocky sea
Or in the shade of a marble tree
But I tell you here, loud and clear
To partake of this in my very bed
Is the worst idea I’ve ever had
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Splurge
Hippie
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Damn, Good Work man, I like the way you wrote some of these poems, also I really liked number 1 and could relate to what you were saying as im sure many of us here can, and number 4 was also pretty great as you said. The last one you posted about the mishap as you said made me laugh.
keep at it man.
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-"Why be sane in an insane world?"
-"Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one"
-"Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves"
-“We are the facilitators of our own creative evolution.”
-“Watching television is like taking black spray paint to your third eye.”
-“If you don't think drugs have done good things for us, then take all of your records, tapes and CD's and burn them.”
-“They lie about marijuana. Tell you pot-smoking makes you unmotivated. Lie! When you're high, you can do everything you normally do, just as well. You just realize that it's not worth the fucking effort. There is a difference.”
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obladi oblada
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Posts: 463
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Last seen: 4 months, 18 days
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Re: Clouds. (poem) [Re: Splurge]
#14071759 - 03/05/11 04:43 PM (13 years, 1 month ago) |
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Haha thank you!
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