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Re: specifically poetry... [Re: figmentfragment]
    #8714356 - 08/01/08 10:52 PM (15 years, 6 months ago)

Quote:

figmentfragment said:
:yesnod::thumbup:

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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I am me. We are You.


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Re: specifically poetry... [Re: figmentfragment]
    #8714365 - 08/01/08 10:56 PM (15 years, 6 months ago)

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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Re: specifically poetry... [Re: figmentfragment]
    #8715556 - 08/02/08 09:39 AM (15 years, 6 months ago)

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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Goodbye Shroomery.


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Re: specifically poetry... [Re: psyillyazul]
    #8717793 - 08/02/08 08:02 PM (15 years, 6 months ago)

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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Re: specifically poetry... [Re: figmentfragment]
    #8777783 - 08/15/08 01:39 PM (15 years, 6 months ago)

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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Re: specifically poetry... [Re: CidneyIndole]
    #8970730 - 09/22/08 11:19 PM (15 years, 4 months ago)

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)

you just butchered the limerick mang


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Re: specifically poetry... [Re: SampaJasli]
    #8978040 - 09/24/08 11:38 AM (15 years, 4 months ago)

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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Re: specifically poetry... [Re: BrainChemistry]
    #8989348 - 09/26/08 12:19 PM (15 years, 4 months ago)

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)

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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