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Daniel Michel Send message Joined: 2 Feb 04 Posts: 14925 Credit: 1,378,607 RAC: 6 |
Post poems, song lyrics and rhymes...Either your own originals or those that you admire that were written by others. (Since 2005!) PROUD TO BE TFFE! |
Daniel Michel Send message Joined: 2 Feb 04 Posts: 14925 Credit: 1,378,607 RAC: 6 |
"Away Away" the storm is coming away, away the mountains warn us away, away the time is over away, away it's time for running away, away the stars are falling away, away no surrender away, away the oceans boiling away, away it's time to remember away, away (2005 db michel) PROUD TO BE TFFE! |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34060 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
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Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2481 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
Threads New threads, for old. New yarns, to spin, New poems, born -- All woven in. No themes are new -- laments, and praise. A tapestry on wall, to raise. Perhaps, when under scrutiny -- its poesies mere strands of dye -- A distant view will please, the eye. * * * j. r. martin ps, Welcome back, Dan. |
Donald L. Johnson Send message Joined: 5 Aug 02 Posts: 8240 Credit: 14,654,533 RAC: 20 |
I have committed poesy I've even had one published In a booklet from an 8th-grade class Long toss'd into the rubbish I have been known to post in rhyme On Poet's Day, with Ang and John But we've not done that for some time And it seems my Muse has flown She visits me from time to time But never stays for long She tickles me behind the ear Then giggles, and is gone And so I struggle to compose My words in such a way That they may being some pleasure to Those with whom I share my day. Donald Infernal Optimist / Submariner, retired |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2481 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
A little Americana, for everyone -- "Wisconsin river drivers at the turn of the twentieth century sang:" * Stirling's Hotel (author unk.) There's old Molly Hogan who cooks from a book, She's the chief chambermaid and the past-e-ry cook, The pies that she bakes us, good God, how they smell! A dog wouldn't eat them at Stirling's Hotel. There's old Jack McKissick who cuts wood for his board: But fishes instead, wouldn't work if he could. The fish that he catches, good God, how they smell! A dog wouldn't eat them at Stirling's Hotel. And old Ed Starkes who works in the saloon, The drinks that he gives, you could hold in a spoon. For these little drinks he charges like hell, And he gets all the money 'round Stirling's Hotel. All our beds they are crummy with bugs and with lice, And holes in the walls seem to vomit the mice; And the breeze from the pantry has an old rotten smell, It revives all the boarders at Stirling's Hotel. * from "The Discovery of Poetry", by Frances Mayes |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2481 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
Looking ahead, after Stirling's Hotel . . . Changes Spies, that buzz around my head, Ants, that watch me head for bed, Birds, that sing in diverse mode, Lightning-bugs, that flash, in code. Programmed cars, that drive themselves, Food, that's grown in warehouse shelves, No more stores, of any kind, People order all, on-line. * Reroduction, by decree -- done, in labs, with chemistry. Evolution is transformed: Adaptation; species, born. * Just in time, to cope with change, Global warming's hightened range. People thrive on weeds and brine, Look, to heaven, for a sign. None, they see, to their dismay -- everyone to God, does pray. All they hear, for a reply; Thunder from a pitch-black sky. * * * j. r. martin 1 April 2013 |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2481 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
Yet, Another Automobile Ride A quiet night, of splattering rain -- a surrealistic scene, rhythmically returned to reality. Drops, merging into puddles on the dirt road -- which would be filled, in few weeks, with peeping sounds, announcing Spring. Too early in the evening for owl hootings, should they be in the neighborhood; not late enough, for the resident coyotes, to voice their affirmation of the new season. Just, a quiet night, of splattering rain. Tentative, green shoots of grass at edges of headlights' glow -- to surely grow eight feet, before yellow with seed; absorbing, effortlessly, the gift, the moisture-laden clouds bring. Bluets and yellow daffodiles, in the front drive-about, are the final welcome -- and, quietly luxuriate in a quiet night, of splattering rain. * * * j. r. martin 10 April 2013 |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2481 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
Firstly, if this poem, an immediate reaction to the bombings at the Boston Marathon, and, unsubstantiated as to the perpetrators, is too political, kindly move it to the "Politics" thread. Barbarians, Inside the Gates And, now, they're here -- with outrageous demands, to kill those different, from other lands -- To dismantle society, technology -- and return to simple life, of obedient poverty. * * * j. r. martin 15 April 2013 |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34060 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
Guardian Angel On a bench in a park sat a silhouette, lit by a lantern. Shadows of trees and the silhouette were making art on the lawn. The wind blew like it only does on those typical evenings. A can crossed the street, making funny noises, whilst the rain poured down like it only does on those nights like this. I looked at the silhouette again and saw a wing at either side, just for a tiny moment. I blinked and they were gone. I blinked again and the silhouette was gone too. Julie Detavernier (2013) rOZZ Music Pictures |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2481 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
Hopefully, this response won't be necssary; certainly, to a nuclear degree. Little Gods Every generation yields its Little Gods -- who strive to force their will on those, of moderation. Psychopathic angst wrenches normal lives -- and forces moderation to choose extreme response. Existential certitudes don't give answers, clear -- and, sacrifice from normal lives, a favored attitude. The task, ahead -- to not appease: To put Little Gods, on shorter leash. * * * j. r. martin 16 April 2013 |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34060 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
life's battle If you think you're beaten, you will be. if you think you dare not, you won't. If you'd like to win, but you think you can't, it's almost a fact you won't. If you think you'll lose, you will be lost, for out there in the world we find success begins with one's will it's all a state of mind. If you think you're outclassed, you will be you've got to think high to rise you've got to be sure of yourself before you can ever win your peace of mind. Life's victories don't always go to the strongest or the fastest, and in the end the ones who survive, are the ones who think they can. JD(2013) rOZZ Music Pictures |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2481 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
Fireflies One, winks out; one, winks on -- Fireflies, on summer lawn. * * * j. r. martin 19 April 2013 |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2481 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
Time, for reorientation. . . A Flower I cannot adequately describe a flower -- not, by scientific analysis, not, by photography, not, by painting, not, by prose, not, by poem. It shall remain a delghtful inigma, for as long as its season-- adequately known, only to the bees, which instinctively avail themselves of its treasure. * * * j. r. martin 20 April 2013 |
kittyman Send message Joined: 9 Jul 00 Posts: 51478 Credit: 1,018,363,574 RAC: 1,004 |
Time, for reorientation. . . Yeah......THAT Henry Gibson. "Time is simply the mechanism that keeps everything from happening all at once." |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2481 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
Nobody need join the Marines, the Army will do. :oD |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2481 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
Kindly visualize "inigma", as "enigma". A friend of mine, at Peet's Coffee House, caught the spelling error. :o( |
kittyman Send message Joined: 9 Jul 00 Posts: 51478 Credit: 1,018,363,574 RAC: 1,004 |
Kindly visualize "inigma", as "enigma". A friend of mine, at Peet's Coffee House, caught the spelling error. :o( My friend Clint caught a few spelling errors too. Now THAT is a car Notice the fine thunk when the doors slam? I am in love. Meow. "Time is simply the mechanism that keeps everything from happening all at once." |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34060 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
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Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34060 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
Your world The world is black, the joy is gone the soul is tired, of going on there is no meaning, another day the sense is gone, floated away the thought to quit, to give it up becomes an option, time to stop but there is hope, some hope you might see the other world , the white to find a way, to make you see and redefine, who you could be it can be long, that may be right but in the end, your world is white JD (2013) rOZZ Music Pictures |
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