Poetry #too.

An evening with barbarians after the war

Soldiers roll on by
under the crimson sky
there's one missing an eye
Oh my!

The one in the rear
who's still trembling with fear
has only got one ear
Oh dear!

A man drops a hose
to pick up a white rose
he hasn't got a nose
How gross!



Two bench related thoughts

I

I'm not telling the truth when I lie
on a bench in the park
where everyone believes me
to be lying

II

A fat man can warm a bench
for two thin men
but a warm bench warms
the fat and the thin just the same


Edited by Vompatti - August 27 2007 at 15:45

Vompatti wrote: A girl plays the piano in a sparsely decorated room below she taps on the dark wooden floor with her black leather shoes her ivory fingers blend with the keys and the locks of her hair open

really guys..you should keep this topic more alive.. there is some really nice stuff in it..

While I was cutting my nails
the paint dried a little
and I missed it.

My Life: As It Is, As It Was, And As It Shall Be.

So many bottles of lemonade
there's hardly any skin left
(and so the ink dissolves)
memories are lost for all to see
material plans washed away
(so much money goes to hamburgers)
will she know me by my empty hand
revealed before her silvery eye
(will she see what I want to be)
questions lead to nothing
and lead can be very cold
(I want to make hammers again)
the scent of metal and wood
the warmth of living fire
(I never learned to weld)
I'm going to write a book
I'm going to start a band
(I'm going to put money on horses)
there shall be a rider statue of me
there shall be a mausoleum
(there shall be a memory)



Racoons for Everyone

Racoons for children, racoons for wee,
racoons for you and racoons for me.
Racoons for everyone, racoons so sweet!

Foreign Seeds

Conquistadores planted seeds.
Seeds there were plenty.
An incident occurred.
"That's just great, thanks to you and your teeth I'll never be an organ doner anymore",
cried the one with a hat.
The one without a hat wept.
The seeds grew.
The hats grew.
Hats there were plenty.
The one without a hat wept.

At the Beautician's

tweezers dance like opened legs on the patient's face
a new face a new mind a new face a new mind a new
beautiful person is born hairs elegantly trimmed
like a dog on the table hairs elegantly trimmed
hold still hold still watch your eye here it comes
watch out for the tweezers dance like swords
in a madman's hand is the life of a beautiful new
a beautiful new face a beautiful face a beautiful
fear in the victim's eye save my face save my
beautiful new face under the tweezers the tweezers
dance like opened legs on a face a new beautiful face
eyebrows elegantly shaped elegantly trimmed like
a dog a dog a dog a god with tweezers in his hand
like opened legs on the table on the beautiful new
face trimmed elegantly eyebrows eyelashes new eyes
see the tweezers dance like a dog legs opened
on the new face new mind new beautiful person new
beautiful eyes new beautiful eyes see the tweezers
dance on the new eyes new beautiful eyes see the
new beautiful eyebrows new beautiful eyelashes new
beautiful eyes new beautiful face new beautiful mind
new beautiful person new beautiful person

the sweet sweat of numb hands
teats, frets and dumb glands
what do you perceive?

dysfunctional functions tear
perpetually, boringly swear
at what time do we leave?

soluble solutions left still
unstirred, to rather kill
which level do you want?

to wait, to wear on frailest nerves
to guess, which is the grayest curse
the end, 'til which it haunts

I'll throw in a few of my better ones:

The Temple's Colouring Book

Temple lit by moonlight, priest walks up the stair
Lady at the window, face showing despair
She looks pretty enough, 'Please pull up a chair.'
Sympathetic eyes but he just doesn't care.

Ragged child starving, the priest passes him by,
Closes temple doors, and leaves the child to die
Comforts shaken conscience with another lie
'Please expire quietly, there's no need to cry.'

Walks home, heart in silk purse, but drowning in sin
Sees unhappy stranger, very tired and thin
Knows at once his purpose, and greets with a grin
Gives the temple's colouring book, already coloured in.

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Based on the time someone from the Leamington Christian Mission mentioned that they give presents to the homeless kids/people around there at Christmas each year, and some people see the charity as a way to get rid of worthless stuff and they get a few  children's colouring books with all the pictures coloured in. Really opened my eyes because that's the exact sort of thing I could sort of see myself doing. In context, priest and temple are probably out of place, but priest is somewhat catchier than mayor. This was written while listening to King Crimson's Book of Saturdays compulsively.
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Mediocre Days

Mediocre days, gone in a haze
Open your eyes, open the lock
Just try to lose time, still pantomime
Sever all ties, shatter the clock

Noone can refuse, blow out the fuse
Escape this hall, escape the dark
But all of the nights, electric lights
Distantly call, destroy the spark

The lead ceiling looms, in crowded tombs
Beg for a friend, beg for release
Just choking your life, twisted midwife
Reveals the end, revels in peace.

You can see the outside, more time to bide
Wait 'til he says, wait for a sign
The deadening air, electric chair
Rotting for days, release is mine

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Written during my GCSEs, when I was sick of waiting for the end of a hour and a half exam for a question needing about ten minutes. I love this one. Sort of sung to a clapped tune that, unintentionally, is reminiscent of One More Red Nightmare.
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Lady of the Waves

Lady of the waves, rising from the sea
My lady of the waves, turn your eyes to me.
Never let the cloud return again to this bright heart,
Never let the shroud of a widow hide your face,
Never let the moon over England see us part,
Never let the tune of soft sobbing take your grace.

Lady of the waves, I hear tapping feet
My lady of the waves, your rhythm so complete
Always let the words of Sinatra show the way
Always let the birds in the morning sing above
Always let the skies shelter, loneliness decay
Always let the eyes of my lady tell our love

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Obvious Aphrodite reference, was a love poem.

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I'll throw in a few more when I can find them.
Edit: let me know what you think.


Edited by TGM: Orb - November 10 2007 at 17:15

I translated some of my unfinished poems with an online translator. Not only did it leave some of the words untranslated (I had to translate them myself), but it also turned the fragments into one big prose poem:

A Silent Scream into the Endless Night from the Studdering Mouth of a Logical Mystic

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