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02-12-2011, 02:11 PM
 
RE: Poets' Corner
(30-11-2011 06:20 PM)GirlyMan Wrote:  
(30-11-2011 10:56 AM)calmyourtitsbro Wrote:  calmyourtitsbro, here from Alabama.

So here I sit.
In the body of a teenager, dying to get out.
Wanting to grow up & prove myself to the world.
Poetic.
Seeing the world, throught the eyes of a Shakespearian God.
Hidden beneath the insecurities of my heart.
How art thou?
When someone asks me that, my thoughts all race to the surface of my mind, forcing tears upon my eyes.
I acquire a difficult life, that has broken my heart.
But, the love from others helps mend the pieces together.

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AH! Thank you so much.
I'm glad that you liked it. Smile
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02-12-2011, 02:16 PM
 
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(01-12-2011 08:24 AM)houseofcantor Wrote:  By the Numbers
(parse that sequence for despair, I dare, there ain't no bears in there)

I do not need to parse it, Cantor, to see the despair.

The poem is soaked in it. I find it deeply touching and it resonates with me.

Even though I have been a very happy man for the last 30 years, I was in the bottomless pit of despair before, when I reached out to another human being, not quite daring to hope.

Here is the record of that attempt:


I want to be the one


I want to be the one to tell you:
it's beautiful to be alive.
Climb up the hills; swim, cross the lake;
rake the leaves into big piles
over your kids, laughing with joy;
watch the ants toil under heavy loads and make it;
follow your whim where it flies.

I want to be the one to tell you:
your world is safe; your truth is true;
the sun shines through the leaves of the tree
you feel holds you doomed forever
to follow your lonely path;
you are free to build your shelter for injured birds
whose broken wings need to mend:
you will find me there to give you a hand.

I want to be the one to tell you:
that magic is true,
that you need not listen to lies,
that some mirrors always laugh.
I want you to believe:
it is worth to travel the length...
...and if you do:
it will give me the strength.


She did and it made me whole again.

I don't know the source of your despair, but...on one level: despair is despair and there is always hope.
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02-12-2011, 04:19 PM
RE: Poets' Corner
(02-12-2011 02:16 PM)Zatamon Wrote:  I do not need to parse it, Cantor, to see the despair.

The poem is soaked in it. I find it deeply touching and it resonates with me.

Not soaked. Painted, rather. ellenjanuary no joke, folks. Big Grin

"by the numbers" is the number Gwyneth - a duality of despair that just ain't there. Why is not the question, why is the answer. Wink

(and thanks. feels much more better to do the chest pounding bit as a poet. :heartSmile

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02-12-2011, 04:25 PM
 
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(02-12-2011 04:19 PM)houseofcantor Wrote:  Why is not the question, why is the answer. Wink

Holy shit, Cantor -- that is awesome -- if only you meant what I mean?

There is no telling, is there, unless we have a Vulcan mind-meld? Huh
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02-12-2011, 05:43 PM
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(02-12-2011 04:19 PM)houseofcantor Wrote:  Not soaked. Painted, rather. ellenjanuary no joke, folks. Big Grin

I can't help but love this crazy-ass fucker. ... Feels like a brother to me.




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02-12-2011, 05:56 PM
RE: Poets' Corner
(02-12-2011 04:25 PM)Zatamon Wrote:  
(02-12-2011 04:19 PM)houseofcantor Wrote:  Why is not the question, why is the answer. Wink

Holy shit, Cantor -- that is awesome -- if only you meant what I mean?

There is no telling, is there, unless we have a Vulcan mind-meld? Huh

Note "the wretched body" was complaining. ellenjanuary is mind, rides this meatsack hard, puts it away wet. If it breaks in the exuberance of my love of my Gwynnies, throw it in the recycle bin. Wink

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25-01-2012, 09:08 AM
RE: Poets' Corner
Television

I am watching television...
...muted,
as the only way I'm able
to survive the experience.

Skipping channels,
seeking something
good about humanity,
about life.
Something to love,
to admire,
anything to look up to,
be proud of.

I tell myself:
I will add voice
when I see something
I dare
take a chance on.

As I skip on,
I see faces
distorted in hate and anger;
eyes that bulge out;
mouths opened into black holes
of shrill tirades;
fists raised,
swiftly passing blows,
adding pain to fear
of a cowering victim.

Guns aimed;
knives plunged;
bombs exploding
into blinding, searing,
orange and red
pyrotechnics…

…or just plain sadistic
leer of anticipation
of a would-be rapist
over a defenseless
body or mind…

Each blow
lands on my face.
Each wound
mutilates me.
Every angry face
and every malicious smile
burns holes into
my defenses -

How could I survive
sound added to that?
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25-01-2012, 06:31 PM
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(25-01-2012 09:08 AM)Zat Wrote:  Television

Very nice. If I ever get around to illustrating our TTA poetry ebook I've got the perfect one for this.

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25-01-2012, 06:37 PM
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(25-01-2012 06:31 PM)GirlyMan Wrote:  Very nice. If I ever get around to illustrating our TTA poetry ebook I've got the perfect one for this.

Thank you, GirlyMan -- perfect choice (exactly the way I felt when I wrote that poem).
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07-02-2012, 09:25 PM (This post was last modified: 07-02-2012 09:46 PM by bemore.)
RE: Poets' Corner
No one has posted anything in here for a while....to kick start the thread back together if people post some poems from now the one with the most likes by the 10th feb 10GMT I shall put to some dark music and I shall read the poem Smile

EDIT. I shall then post it on youtube so I can link it here for everyybody to listen to Smile

I feel so much, and yet I feel nothing.
I am a rock, I am the sky, the birds and the trees and everything beyond.
I am the wind, in the fields in which I roar. I am the water, in which I drown.
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