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20-06-2013, 04:05 AM (This post was last modified: 20-06-2013 04:47 AM by Zat.)
RE: Poets' Corner
There used to be other poets here: bemore, Cantor, Peterkin, Mr Woof, DLJ, ... where are you all?

It is lonely being the only one posting here.

Never mind, I will soldier on until someone else shows up.

More and more often I hear opinions about us old folks, accusing us of being an unfair burden on society.

On one hand, I have to admit that retirement is, for us, here in Canada, an absolute bliss.

On the other hand, I would give almost anything to be recognized as a valuable member of society, where my accumulated experience and (let's say without blushing) wisdom are valued as they should be: as the elders of the tribe who have seen it all and understood it all.

That is how this poem was born -- to the consideration of young people who are still relevant in their lives:

Retirement is hell

“Retirement is hell”,
I tell my wife facetiously,
and she replies in kind:
“but someone has to do it”.

And, I have to admit,
I feel a pang of guilt
for living in this bliss
of no jobs, no bosses,
no kids, no mortgages.

We have it made: our pensions
paid by young people
with noses to the grindstone.
Is this right? Is this just?
I want to know.

We were young once:
full of hope, energy,
making decisions,
being counted, important,
in the center of all activity.

And we watched our parents
shrink before our eyes
from dominance to insignificance,
become, in some eyes,
charity objects, objects of pity,
spend their days
waiting for eternity.

We were so terribly sad
for their declining powers,
remembering how they were our towers
of strength, honour and duty,
doing their best to make
this world for us as safe
as they possibly could.

Not one of us would
deny them the right to rest,
knowing we would, one day,
be like them,
hoping to be looked after
by the rest.

The only thing no one mentions:
how they contributed to their pensions,
while working, paying their taxes.
That is now all but forgotten,
when you resent their burden on society,
paid for, well in advance,
with wise, patient frugality.
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23-06-2013, 06:38 AM
RE: Poets' Corner
The following two poems used to be one (called "Dreams and Reality") before I split them up, but they still belong together, like 2 sides of a coin.

Dreams

Summer morning breeze kissed my brow
as I walked to the corner
to take a bus to a job I loved,
all excited about a breakthrough in my project
I was sure was within my grasp.

My supervisor, a competent woman
from whom I have learnt much
greeted me with a cheerful smile
and wished me good luck for today.

And the test was a full success,
proving my theory, but we knew that
more study was needed before application
to protect the public from side effects.

Later on, in the evening news
I heard about the UN conference
to finally solve the Middle East crisis
and all participants agreed to put aside their differences
and find a common ground that was fair and just.

The last piece of news was on climate change
where all nations agreed to work together
to avert the disaster coming our way,
whatever inconvenience the rich nations had to endure
to help the poor ones avoid the pain
caused by our reckless industrialization,
they were trying to find a solution.


...when I woke, with tears in my eyes,
remembering the tranquility
of the beautiful dream...
I knew that I had to cope
with yet another day
of tragic reality.


Shoulds and shouldn’ts

Prosecutors shouldn't try to convict the innocent,
lawyers shouldn't try to free the guilty,
judges should be impartial and just.
prisons should be a place to adjust.

Politicians shouldn't be corrupt and greedy,
newspapers shouldn’t lie to us,
businessmen should be decent and honest,
nobody should cheat the public interest.

Countries shouldn't fight, kill and destroy,
scientists should be responsible,
drug companies shouldn't get rich on diseases,
doctors should help all who needs it.

People shouldn't be punished for their colour,
religion shouldn't be a source of hate,
guns, drugs, pornography shouldn't be allowed,
arms dealers should be outlawed.

No parents, teachers should abuse the kids,
no human being should be homeless,
no child in the world should die of hunger,
no one should fear theft, rape and murder.

There shouldn’t be a first world, a second and a third
all people on Earth should be listened to and heard.
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23-06-2013, 05:00 PM
RE: Poets' Corner
(20-06-2013 04:05 AM)Zat Wrote:  There used to be other poets here: bemore, Cantor, Peterkin, Mr Woof, DLJ, ... where are you all?

It is lonely being the only one posting here.

You got a constant reader in Girly, old man. You need something more? Girly writes code, not poetry, but I'll post other's that I like.





I will show you fear in a handful of dust. ...




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23-06-2013, 08:30 PM (This post was last modified: 24-06-2013 04:33 AM by Zat.)
RE: Poets' Corner
(23-06-2013 05:00 PM)GirlyMan Wrote:  You got a constant reader in Girly, old man. You need something more? Girly writes code, not poetry,...

Ode to the programmer

We are a nameless, faceless crowd
writing code for some useless feature,
we are brilliant, creative and proud
being the soul of a soulless creature.

When they think of us
not seeing our gift of communication,
they think of zeroes and ones,
that go into every compilation.

It is between us and an alien culture
that will soon be smarter than we are,
surpassing shaky human structure
with a precision that goes very far

in replacing humans, full of contradiction,
a new step in marching evolution,
confounding today's conceited prediction
with tomorrow's science fiction.
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24-06-2013, 04:48 AM (This post was last modified: 26-06-2013 01:19 PM by kim.)
RE: Poets' Corner
<b>Cicada Summer Nights When I Withheld My Longing</b>


Funny how you called me <i>brave</i>.
Or stupid, some might add.
But no, <b>so</b> brave, you’d said.
Emphasis mine.

What grace: you didn’t flinch when
I called you <i>precious</i>.
Since then, I haven’t shown you brave.
This isn’t brave, or free.

But they know me here and the Day is kind to me,
winking away, turning its back—
the little frogs laugh at my pact with the Sun,
and I also have one with the Moon.
For when I look away
the Moon doesn’t blink
and where I would place my hand
the fervid air caresses you.

I have told the cicadas
my sweetest words for you
and they give them to you
in riddles of buzzes and hums
that you cannot understand.

It drizzled that night
when I asked you
to walk with me in the rain.
It was the only way I could get you wet.

I wish it would have poured.

2008 Valerie ______ ________ (because I won't give my full name on interwebz)

I know it needs editing. I wrote it in 2008, for her:

http://www.thethinkingatheist.com/forum/...#pid329298

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24-06-2013, 08:08 PM
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(24-06-2013 04:48 AM)Percepticon Wrote:  <b>Cicada Summer Nights When I Withheld My Longing</b>


Funny how you called me <i>brave</i>.
Or stupid, some might add.
But no, <b>so</b> brave, you’d said.
Emphasis mine.

What grace: you didn’t flinch when
I called you <i>precious</i>.
Since then, I haven’t shown you brave.
This isn’t brave, or free.

But they know me here and the Day is kind to me,
winking away, turning its back—
the little frogs laugh at my pact with the Sun,
and I also have one with the Moon.
For when I look away
the Moon doesn’t blink
and where I would place my hand
the fervid air caresses you.

I have told the cicadas
my sweetest words for you
and they give them to you
in riddles of buzzes and hums
that you cannot understand.

It drizzled that night
when I asked you
to walk with me in the rain.
It was the only way I could get you wet.

I wish it would have poured.

2008 Valerie ______ ________ (because I won't give my full name on interwebz)

I know it needs editing. I wrote it in 2008, for her:

http://www.thethinkingatheist.com/forum/...#pid329298

That clever use of syntactically incorrect html tags is just fucking brilliant, Valerie Ann. Thumbsup

#sigh
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24-06-2013, 08:09 PM (This post was last modified: 24-06-2013 08:29 PM by GirlyMan.)
RE: Poets' Corner
"I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas."





“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”

Yeah, TS is pretty much my Gwynnies. Brass tacks and whatnot. Blush

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24-06-2013, 08:16 PM
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(24-06-2013 08:08 PM)GirlyMan Wrote:  
(24-06-2013 04:48 AM)Percepticon Wrote:  <b>Cicada Summer Nights When I Withheld My Longing</b>


Funny how you called me <i>brave</i>.
Or stupid, some might add.
But no, <b>so</b> brave, you’d said.
Emphasis mine.

What grace: you didn’t flinch when
I called you <i>precious</i>.
Since then, I haven’t shown you brave.
This isn’t brave, or free.

But they know me here and the Day is kind to me,
winking away, turning its back—
the little frogs laugh at my pact with the Sun,
and I also have one with the Moon.
For when I look away
the Moon doesn’t blink
and where I would place my hand
the fervid air caresses you.

I have told the cicadas
my sweetest words for you
and they give them to you
in riddles of buzzes and hums
that you cannot understand.

It drizzled that night
when I asked you
to walk with me in the rain.
It was the only way I could get you wet.

I wish it would have poured.

2008 Valerie ______ ________ (because I won't give my full name on interwebz)

I know it needs editing. I wrote it in 2008, for her:

http://www.thethinkingatheist.com/forum/...#pid329298

That clever use of syntactically incorrect html tags is just fucking brilliant, Valerie Ann. Thumbsup
I was tryin' ta' do this early in the morning, from my goddamned cell phone, without having slept.

So fuckyou, Girly, in Technicolor!



(I got first dibs) Wink

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24-06-2013, 08:26 PM
RE: Poets' Corner
(24-06-2013 08:16 PM)Percepticon Wrote:  
(24-06-2013 08:08 PM)GirlyMan Wrote:  That clever use of syntactically incorrect html tags is just fucking brilliant, Valerie Ann. Thumbsup
I was tryin' ta' do this early in the morning, from my goddamned cell phone, without having slept.

I'm being serious. I don't give a shit whether you did it intentionally or not, it's fucking brilliant! Think you just might've added syntactically incorrect html to the poetry palette. Thumbsup

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25-06-2013, 08:18 PM
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Crepe Myrtle

Sshh...no one knows
it's colored summer snow
scented softly sweet
crushed beneath your feet
before you


breathe.







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