Apollyon Posted June 19, 2004 Author Share Posted June 19, 2004 Good work Cybo. :)The rhymes are actually really uncontrived and work well. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
snc4113 Posted June 24, 2004 Share Posted June 24, 2004 Here's my latest cuz I know everyone has missed my work.ComplicatedThought it was over,Saw the light.Now I'm spinning,Full of fright.One, two, three, four.The numbers getting too large.I'm too confused,Need a break.One doesn't know,Two is taken.Three keeps me turning,Four pushes away.Which will turn straight,The right path.I'm lost in mind,Can't decide.Letting go,Release all holds.Need to be on my own,To find a way. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nampigai Posted June 24, 2004 Share Posted June 24, 2004 this isn't my own, it's a song by Kashmir called Lampshade, in my opinion one of the best lyrics ever written.you'd be surprised if you looked through the eyes of a novanot recognizing the molehills on top of the starcheerful and swollen he waves from his seat in a roverthat is his caryou wouldn't doubt him to shake the most powerful hands of importancechanging the world as we know it by leaving his inkto judge from the fence 'round his house he must love all his childrenthat's what you thinkbut there's no time to thinkhave a pill and a shrinkjust don't show us how you sweatmaking love to your kidsis the last love that you will ever getyou're a vanishing image of what I thought I knewbut it comes to showthat the man I know -is kissing that cheek that she had lifted up for her forty first birthdaylove is when someone you trust cuts a smile in your faceboy had a dog and poor girl had a stroke like an earthquakenow dog is a birdbut there's no time to thinkhave a pill and a shrinkjust don't show us how you sweatmaking love to your kidsis the last love that you will ever getyou're a vanishing image of what i thought I knewbut it comes to showthat the man I knowhas a fading glowin a whide lampshadetell me lamshade the truth did you cover his souldid you protect all the horribleI shall tear you apart so that everyone knowswhat he's been carrying aroundtell me lampshade what is it you're trying to hideunder your stinky old corduroyI shall rip and be shattered by the shrapnell of lightthat I've been choking on alwaysthere's a dog barking close within the range of my earsounds like he wants to escape the chainhe would probably bite me to death if he couldbut the chain lets me spit in his facelike the dog has a chain clinging tight to it's neckthis man is tied to his sacrecyI would like to have killed him off in this last versebut instead I removed his lampshade Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Apollyon Posted June 24, 2004 Author Share Posted June 24, 2004 Nice work, Staci, and interesting lyrics Nammywhammy. :PThey are definitely good lyrics, but poetry is still far better written in 90% of cases. Of course, poetry doesn't have to adhere to certain rules that music does, and vice-versa.Here's one of mine:On the Epillion she gave to me.She smiled -- nervous, eye flash flitter,jitters on her spine -- she curledand twisted lips to fasten words:I read it but a life ago.The words read vast, untamed.I give it thee in signof love, or whatever you so please.Her hair was violet as the deepest shadeof shirt, rigidly flowing unbridledas a bladed crown upturned.Eyes sparkled -- really sparkled --cut deep with gem veins -- I could see stars.Emeralds -- that's what they were,seen through a haze like puddled water,every glance I cast that way, a pebblesending richochets of blushes from her poolsto threatened cheeks.I took the tome -- fastened shut like words on thought,thoughts on page, mind fore-set,its glossy black but a picture to the soul,like eyes or gemsor limpid pools.My memory was want of her,for they say that absence makes discomfort more.Guided by candle I shook up thoughtand opened her epillion.Something echoed in my eyeslike flickering of fires --flicking tails of animals:Night-mares, black and bounty-filled, they tossed manes and shook up minds.Inkblots on eyes for lack of light,breathing like Atlas with that weight,my fore-locks shook, eyes half-closedlike a pensive sneezeand that which the light cast, leered.The book was closed. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cybopache Posted June 24, 2004 Share Posted June 24, 2004 Woaw you write really good appy,so do you too snc,I hardly dear to post this one :- and napi I agree with you Kashmir write exellent lyrics and music too.SQUARE ONE Manna DessiWhy do you hate me?When you should have loved meWhy do you beat me?When you should have caress meWhy do you push me away?When you should have hold me tightWhy do you tramp me down?When you should have lifted me upTime keep searching forAnother alternativeAlways looking for the easy way outAlways looking for the easy way outHistory will repeat it selfHistory will repeat it self Same old storyBack to square oneTime keep searching forAnother alternativeAlways looking for the easy way outAlways looking for the easy way outHistory will repeat it selfHistory will repeat it self Same old storyBack to square oneWhy do you push me awayWhen you should have hold me tightWhy do you tramp me downWhen you should have lifted me upWhy do you hate meWhen you should have loved meWhy do you beat meWhen you should have caress me Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
snc4113 Posted June 25, 2004 Share Posted June 25, 2004 I honestly have no idea where this poem idea came from, i was just that bored, so..The EndThe phone rings,She cries.Can Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nemafakei Posted June 26, 2004 Share Posted June 26, 2004 snc, pardon me, but why are your poems on virtually the same theme? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TMA_1 Posted June 27, 2004 Share Posted June 27, 2004 lol yeah, I mean I am no expert at poetry, but sheesh if these are about your life then I hope things get better.also you might want to expand a bit outside of the short-metered quatrain. I mean they pretty decent, but just a suggestion. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Apollyon Posted June 27, 2004 Author Share Posted June 27, 2004 Btween the ocean and the firthImagine an orb, glowing, caked with sooty grime,hardened in an abstract kiln and cracked with droughted line.Gold would pierce that broken surface,in the form of dazzling spears,striking earth whose em'rald stalks rebel -- nervous --from the flame that light endears.That very visionfilled my mindbelow the ancient oak,whose tow'ring imagewas intertwinedby many-a brazen spoke.The hushing sky,the absolute stage,applauded like the sea,as the falling arc of failing sunfaded through the tree.And I realised then,as all the worldlay dying,that just as light and lifewere intertwined,like the tree with golden arrows,so too was life and death,the setting and rebirth.Moisture oft sets out on earthbetween the ocean and the firthto populate destruction.For from the ashes,in a heartbeat and with a flicker of Earth's own lashes,a tree shall rise once more. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
snc4113 Posted July 8, 2004 Share Posted July 8, 2004 Okay, to those of you who are complaining about my poetry, yes i do write mainly on the same theme, but that's cuz i'm a girl and that's mostly what goes through my mind, but just for you, i wrote a poem that doesn't have to do with my normal theme.PoliticsThe lies they tell,No one understands.Everything alike,Clones one and all.No questions are asked,What's done is done.Can't give a little,Only the ornery survive.Hate it all,Can't get along.Fight for what's right,Not pride. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cybopache Posted July 22, 2004 Share Posted July 22, 2004 got something like an career ther Appy!and snc you can write diffrent if you are willing to I can see ,good one.        WEIRD NAMES   manna dessiROBBIE THE ROBOT SOLD SONGSHEETS IN WOOLWORTHSPICETT-LINE PRISCILLA CALCULATED TO WRITEJOHNNY THE BOSEMAN WAS STEALING SOME DIRT SHIRTSDEBBY TOE LINKMAN IS THE BEST TO SNIPEJO JO MAN IS DEALING IN SOME WEIRD TRANSACTIONDINKEL DANKY ROSIE LOOKING FOR SOME FUNHANKY PANKY DICKIE CAN` T WIN HIS ELACTIONHEAVY SPACY NOEL HEADING FOR THE SUNWEIRD NAMES IS A FUNNY LITTLE THINGWEIRD NAMES CAN MEAN DIFFERENT THINGSWEIRD NAMES WE CAN SUDDENTLY HAVE ONEWEIRD NAMES THEY CAN SOON BE GONETOOTSIE WOOTSIE DANA IS EATING SOME DOGSHITHADGY WEDGY NICOL IS DRIVING YOU MADEARLY WIRLY STEVEN CAN`T MAKE HIS HEAD FITFOXY LADY JANET SHE CAN MAKE YOU SADTRASHY SMASHY GEORGE TRY TO BREAKE A LITTLE RUB BALLLITTLE COOL BEN HE JUST GIVE A DAMMSNIFFING SNEEZY DAGGERT WAITING FOR THE SNOWFALLPORKY JORKY BIG MAN SMELLING AS SMOKED HAMWEIRD NAMES IS A FUNNY LITTLE THINGWEIRD NAMES CAN MEAN DIFFERENT THINGSWEIRD NAMES WE CAN SUDDENTLY HAVE ONEWEIRD NAMES THEY CAN SOON BE GONECybo Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jack Leaf Posted July 27, 2004 Share Posted July 27, 2004 Scytale, I liked your "Soldier" poem a lot. I have always liked battle-themed poems, and even more if they hold even some kind of anti-war statement. Well duh.Snc4113 "Complicated". I felt a bit lost while reading it, but I enjoyed it a lot anyway. :POkay, so I'll post two poems."Dreams made of soap"Dude, I have no idea where I got this idea, but after I got it I wanted to do a bizarre poem about it. I like it, but I'm not sure about the ending, it's just too... clich Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
snc4113 Posted July 28, 2004 Share Posted July 28, 2004 I was feeling quite vexed, so this is what came outa it:Get rid of all,Those that hurt the world.Destroy all,That force beauty and happiness away.Get rid of the liars,Cheaters,Murderers,Sadists,And politicians.The rapists,Leaders,Scientists,And worriers.But, if we were to follow through,On this demented plan,Nothing would survive,Not even unborn babes,For they are messed up and screwed over from conception. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cybopache Posted August 4, 2004 Share Posted August 4, 2004 here is one with many questions ::) WONDERINGS manna dessiWhy is life and death?Boys and girls, Love and hateSo hard to understandWhy is right and wrong?Up`s and down Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Apollyon Posted August 4, 2004 Author Share Posted August 4, 2004 I liked that, Cybo, and "In and outSo hard to demand" made me chuckle. :)MekanikaThis merry absentee,this poor beggar'sbenign-at-best replacementhas left me dry.Run your fingers through mechanical ridges asoil greases itself up to run in rivulettesalong the rot. My tyrannicalmind-loop is trapped forever to churn in aworld of cogs wherethe pinions, the plugboards, the sprockets and aerials all thrash without empathy,desperately attempting dust-relief,like rainfall in the Gobi. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cybopache Posted August 5, 2004 Share Posted August 5, 2004 Hehe well it can be hard you know. Like the Mekanika,remind me when I helped my friend to get his motorcycle work shop up and going.Hehe I was the chief for the two strokes,"the pinions, the plugboards, the sprockets and aerials all thrash without empathy", lol good old days man with two strokes oil vaporising from the whole body,god dammed that was times man.Here comes one of my old onesThe ballad of J.R.TÂ Â manna dessiJohnny saw her riding on a streetcombatbikeWith takeoff on one wheelShe could see him coming in hundred like a liarWell it meant a great grate dealRosa had a lover on the shady side of lightit was a secret with a mark of Johnny Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
snc4113 Posted August 8, 2004 Share Posted August 8, 2004 New and improved work by me. Tell me what you think.Don Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Apollyon Posted August 12, 2004 Author Share Posted August 12, 2004 snc, I still persist in my thinking you ought to maybe look into real metre, but maybe that's just me. :PThis one is not by me, but it's pretty good, at least in my opinion:Through All That Sounds ScreamThrough all that sounds scream:I will become a Berserk.I will howl jerked dry-heave and heresy,a history of yesterday be the day before hysteriawas born animate of your frothy foaming nymphs,your opiate sucking Mary May harlots, your hustlersof a lesser Procurer. Gloom as you present it. And   Yes,I do have flowers cast in expelled placentas-in her vulgar myths and thighs, an aged wine.Yet, in her allied vasectomies where ovaries sleep, I will build her an autocrat of condominiums: Where you,man of perversions, of royalty,of yacht clubs, of hard handshakes and soft cotton,have sentenced me to catching testament-all 4 armies of a corpulent hoghead mega-state.I will become insurgency.  And  Yes,I have seen walls in this Belly narrate,punctuate, that of which I do not inquire-your slop-swayed appeasement. Yes!  Indeed,this is the work of a Senatorof a Statesmanof a Holy Joeof a Bloated Doom,a Destroyer.I will reckon us as martini Paramours,whiskey Sours, all bloodless and fixed-a memorial composed of cicada casings.Steadfast we strap ourselves to sham,to scandal, to sexuality, to sedative,to the ranting fingers of an avid solar flareteasing strands of her serpentine hair. Yes!  Indeed,this is the work of a Temptressof a Femme Fataleof a Miss Jagof a Starved Venus,a Creator. Yet,Through all that sounds scream:I will remain guts and gas. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dunenewt Posted August 13, 2004 Share Posted August 13, 2004 On behalf of Twinkie, as the other thread wont last much longerMy new poem, " I ran like a motha" by Twinkieand i rani ran so far awayi just rani ran all night and daycouldn't get away(guitar solo thingy)and i rani ran so far awayi just rani ran all night and daycouldn't get awayand i ran i ran so far awayi just rani ran all night and daycouldn't get away Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kiyouta Posted August 14, 2004 Share Posted August 14, 2004 I can't believe you posted Twinkle's and not mine - he's ripped it from some 80s song I remember listening to when playing GTA: Vice City. Remember: "And I ran... I ran so far away" - the tune!!! REMEMBER THE TUNE!!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Khan Posted August 14, 2004 Share Posted August 14, 2004 It's a song by Flock of Seagulls:http://www.oz.net/~davester/AFOS/Lyrics/IRan.htmlBut apparently it's also been done by bowling for soup:http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/I-Ran-So-Far-Away-lyrics-Bowling-for-Soup/C211DA5496157A7E48256D9200058937Scroll down to the bottom. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cybopache Posted August 14, 2004 Share Posted August 14, 2004 hehe anyone get something out of this?MELD Manna DessiThe subtonicOf sutopiaIs subtotalTo subtractionWhen subductionIs subduedTo suburalIn subitoOf subrogationTo subsistDecentralizedeceptionDechristianizedecernDecimatedecisionDeclassifyDeclensionDeclinedecommissioncybo Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jack Leaf Posted August 15, 2004 Share Posted August 15, 2004 Such subpoetry deformation. :PNah, but despite that's it's almost all just playing with words it sounds good... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Apollyon Posted August 15, 2004 Author Share Posted August 15, 2004 Very nice punning, Cybo. :) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dante Posted August 16, 2004 Share Posted August 16, 2004 I was just reminded of a poem that I first heard read on a stage some time ago as background to a very good dance. It's certainly not mine, but I liked it so much that I thought I'd post it. It's here now because the last two poems reminded me of it. Please note that there are no mistakes in the poem. All the repetitions and grammer in there is exactly correct. Gertrude Stein, "If I Told Him: A Completed Portrait of Picasso" (first published in Vanity Fair in 1924) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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