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CidneyIndole
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figmentfragment said:
 
Good shit, I enjoyed that. Gotta go to pill face work. Lame.
Also I do want to quickly say how happy I am thatpeopleare still posting here.
More please. Please?
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The Going
Why did you give no hint that night That quickly after the morrow's dawn, And calmly, as if indifferent quite, You would close your term here, up and be gone Where I could not follow With wing of swallow To gain one glimpse of you ever anon!
Never to bid good-bye, Or lip me the softest call, Or utter a wish for a word, while I Saw morning harden upon the wall, Unmoved, unknowing That your great going Had place that moment, and altered all.
Why do you make me leave the house And think for a breath it is you I see At the end of the alley of bending boughs Where so often at dusk you used to be; Till in darkening dankness The yawning blankness Of the perspective sickens me!
You were she who abode By those red-veined rocks far West, You were the swan-necked one who rode Along the beetling Beeny Crest, And, reining nigh me, Would muse and eye me, While Life unrolled us its very best.
Why, then, latterly did we not speak, Did we not think of those days long dead, And ere your vanishing strive to seek That time's renewal? We might have said, "In this bright spring weather We'll visit together Those places that once we visited."
Well, well! All's past amend, Unchangeable. It must go. I seem but a dead man held on end To sink down soon. . . . O you could not know That such swift fleeing No soul foreseeing— Not even I—would undo me so!
---Thomas Hardy
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Slowly slipping, see their faces feloniously interjected. Bending backwards, gaining nothing--
leaving not, or even my traces.
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In the garden of the unreal Tried to save what I could not searching for those secret pieces scattered through the brambles.
Reverently, repentantly, down on my knees I dug. for what was there, or could have been, the object of my...
Thorn-scraped hands, I dug to look. But only found what I am not.
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I promised myself, that I would not continue to glorify suicide poets, in my mind.
But fuck it. I love Sylvia Plath.
Aftermath
Compelled by calamity's magnet They loiter and stare as if the house Burnt-out were theirs, or as if they thought Some scandal might any minute ooze From a smoke-choked closet into light; No deaths, no prodigious injuries Glut these hunters after an old meat, Blood-spoor of the austere tragedies.
Mother Medea in a green smock Moves humbly as any housewife through Her ruined apartments, taking stock Of charred shoes, the sodden upholstery: Cheated of the pyre and the rack, The crowd sucks her last tear and turns away.
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ackack9000
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Re: specifically poetry... [Re: psyillyazul]
#8717793 - 08/02/08 08:02 PM (15 years, 6 months ago) |
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I never really did believe in immortality, that's not to say...
Mi gato blanco, con Suerte! por favor.
It only took one turn around to know knot to go back again It only took two turns around to know I couldn't stay away It only took three turns around to almost die. It only took four turns around to realize, I must. It only took five turns around to have a good time It only took six turns around to head back and never look back it only took seven turns around to get lucky it only took eight turns around for amazement and love it only took nine turns around to go too far it only took ten turns around to walk into a wall It only took eleven turns around to be invincible It only took twelve to die.
it took no turns at all really.
Edited by ackack9000 (08/29/08 11:16 AM)
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CidneyIndole
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i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
---e e cummings
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I once knew a boy from school we all said called him a fool he told us to all go try our luck trying to fuck on a mule.
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Re: specifically poetry... [Re: ackack9000]
#8977917 - 09/24/08 11:06 AM (15 years, 4 months ago) |
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you just butchered the limerick mang
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Re: specifically poetry... [Re: SampaJasli]
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I hope this isnt too forward of me, but I'm gonna share a poem I wrote a while ago that has received many positive comments.
"The Leaves Softly Whispered"
If this tree could speak, its leaves softly whisper What would it say? Its bark is withered, its branches sag with weight What does it feel? How many children has it raised? How many birds have called it home? As the Sun crests the hill tops each day ever it stands, letting come what may In light or dark, in warmth or cold it merely waits, while our lives unfold. What is your story, great Tree? As I lay beneath you, your leaves softly whisper "I've seen your kind come and go, your sort goes with the wind flow. I've seen the animals, by and by the small ones climb my branches, the light ones perch my eaves, a few stop and idle time 'neath my shady leaves. There's only one who's troubled whose trouble troubles me. The ones who see the yellow Sun, yet feel not its warmth The ones who walk the solid earth, yet feel not its comfort The ones who breathe the mellow air, yet feel not its glow The ones who come and go, who follow the wind's flow see not what all creatures know. And so I watch you, by and by, the ones who come and go I wait for the Sun to rise, each year I come ever nearer to the sky. But the ones who come and go continue to search, for what they do not know. But I know. And i wonder, When will they come? Where will they go?"
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SampaJasli
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Hey guys I found some more poems that you're sure to enjoy. Theyre called Grooks and they were written by Piet Hein.
Here's some info from wikipedia:
"A grook ("gruk" in Danish) is a form of short aphoristic poem. It was invented by the Danish poet and scientist Piet Hein. He wrote over 7,000 of them, most in Danish or English, published in 20 volumes. Some say that the name is short for "GRin & sUK" ("laugh & sigh" in Danish), but Piet Hein said he felt that the word had come out of thin air. His gruks first started to appear in the daily newspaper "Politiken" shortly after the Nazi Occupation in April 1940 under the signature Kumbel Kumbell. The poems were meant as a spirit-building, yet slightly coded form of passive resistance against Nazi occupation during World War II. The grook are characterized by irony, paradox, brevity, precise use of language, sophisticated rhythms and rhymes and often satiric nature."
Here's a taste or three:
THE ROAD TO WISDOM? Well, it's plain and simple to express. Err and err and err again, but less and less and less.
THE PARADOX OF LIFE Philosophical grook.
A bit beyond perception's reach I sometimes believe I see that Life is two locked boxes, each containing the other's key.
PRESENCE OF MIND
You'll conquer the present suspiciously fast if you smell of the future -- and stink of the past.
and here is a large collection: http://chat.carleton.ca/~tcstewar/grooks/grooks.html
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Re: specifically poetry... [Re: SampaJasli]
#8989819 - 09/26/08 02:32 PM (15 years, 4 months ago) |
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Rilke is my favorite. This doesn't have to involve a person...
You Who Never Arrived Rainer Maria Rilke
You who never arrived in my arms, Beloved, who were lost from the start, I don't even know what songs would please you. I have given up trying to recognize you in the surging wave of the next moment. All the immense images in me-- the far-off, deeply-felt landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected turns in the path, and those powerful lands that were once pulsing with the life of the gods- all rise within me to mean you, who forever elude me.
You, Beloved, who are all the gardens I have ever gazed at, longing. An open window in a country house--, and you almost stepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets that I chanced upon,-- you had just walked down them and vanished. And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows? perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, seperate, in the evening...
Translated by Stephen Mitchell
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