Some Poetry

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I thought I would post some poems I had written over the years and see what you guys thought.
Feel free to post some of your own here if you want.

My Fathers Chair

Could I?
Should I?

It sits alone deep in the corner there
Connected to the ceiling by some cobwebs
You know the chair with dust upon it never rocked again

I feel so mad I never had the choice to make
Of love and life
conditions of the heart and faith
You never knew how hard it was for me in
my times of despair

Could I?
Should I?

I never felt so betrayed and lost and strung along and left for dead

I stood for hours wondering if I could sit in it
it
to be that man,the man the one that runs the family
I never knew how hard it would it would be to stand in the shadow of this man

Now Mama gave me his shoes
told me to fill them
She kissed my cheek
she shed some tears
she gave no reason
But how could I walk in his shoes if I never sat in his chair

(And)I never felt so afraid
alone and lost and sometimes wishing for death
Im alone I'm afraid
Stay here by myself,for awhile maybe just a day

Little boy and girl down by the riverbed
They're making plans for life
they're making promises
But how can they have that life when they're shadowed by the chair

Mama wanted the boy
for him to be proud
She wanted him to walk around
and keep the name alive
She wanted her son
to be the man that his daddy was

Could I?
Should I?

Thats it the first installment.Hope you like it?Until later....

[ January 24, 2003, 17:47: Message edited by: Dorion Blackstar ]

 

I think this is pretty interesting and insightful poem about the expectations of your future from your past and such.

 

Wow. Powerful stuff.

My own father died before I was adult enough to get to really know him, and your words literally brought tears to my eyes.

 

It is very nice. And sad.
I cried when I read it...
But hey, it is late and I am depressed.
Its the only explaination I have.

 

Thanks for the kind words.I am sorry for your loss Rallymama,that kind of thing has a profound effect on children,some of what i was going for in that poem.
Now the hard part I opened with my best how to follow up.
This one is called
No End

I'd never make you cry,at night,alone
when everything,you ever had,is gone

Feel my heart beat a thousand times
in my mind,in the middle of nowhere

See me shivering in the thick of night
I have nothing to hold onto
To carry me through the darkside

'cause I'll be high enough for suicide
And letting him breathe down upon me
'cause I am not trying
To be exchanged for some personal madness
OF journeying deep inside me
I want to travel onward
Sitting beside myself
Turning pictures in my mind
Hanging from the the walls of my conscience
sliding into my inner soul
To haunt me,to haunt me

Twelve o'clock at night ,when the raven
screams my name
They're coming to get me
I've done too many wrongs
and not enough rights to make it through
another night,another day
Take me away

Desperate times call
for desperate measures
Lost in a world of your own identity
Trying to find yourself in a hallway
Of different faces and different names
I'm calling for you
I' calling for you now

 

Wow, I think both of your poems are brilliant, Dorion. They are easy to understand and have a meaning people can probably relate to.

 

Posting Poetry, hmm... don't mind if I do. Thank You for the oppurtunity. I agree, those were some emotion inducing words and thoughts. Thank You for sharing.
Yeah I wrote poems on and off,I guess I still do. I started again, I wrote Two on 01-22-03. I'll post the first one this time, and the second one later. I have no titles for them though suggestions are welcomed.

Falling and Flying
and knowing I'm dying
Insanity is the best
Not a care in this world
Everything is so much simpler
When an Angel falls is it because it forgot how to fly
Or maybe it just wanted to die
When a Demon lies you can see it in the eyes accompanied with a smirk of deception
They showed me what I could be
Only turn the other way
They showed me what I could have
Just say no to the truth
They told me who would be mine
Now
Give up on Humanity
I am who I am meant to be
What do I need
I am who I am
Their world needs me I do not need them
She will find me when She is ready
I will wait for destiny

 

Welcome Greycrow that was goodstuff keep them coming.This one is a little more lighthearted.
It is called Killing December Trees.

Dormant Lain
Awaken at Dawn
By life's light
Blood sun rays
Majestic structure of skin and bone
Spread like fingers
Catching wind like a spiders web
Dry bark skin
Protecting fleshy organs
OH no-not agin
This house shelters againts will
Killing December Trees

Sun change as the earth moves
Leaves spread like blotters on a toungue
Both yeilding colors of titantic proportion
Yellow,orange,and brown
sway like an ocean ship
Monopolize the horizen
On a balmy autumn day

Killing December trees

Crying technicolor tears
Fall to the ground
make no noise,flying all around
and if you stare into December trees
They will fill your mind
until the sun shine agains

Killing December Trees
Killing December Trees

Thanks 8people you are too kind......

 

Dorion, all I can say is... Kick Ass. Your poems were very very good. The metaphors and such run rampant. Excuse me if I sound a little flippant or sarcastic, but I can't think straight, as i have forgone taking my handful of pills today.

GreyCrow, wonderful. I saw in your words a virtual parallel to my own thoughts and writings. So good. And again I'm sorry if you feel skeptical as to my praise of your work, but I am a little off-beat today.

And Since I'm feeling extra cool today, I'll try my own. So I take the plunge into that everlasting creative abyss of my own clouded mind.
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The Crossroads

For seasons on end the changes begin,
What once was so clear seems hazy and thin.
The scene of carnage should enflame my soul,
But instead I stand passionless, empty, not whole.

The very essence of instinct is altered and blurred,
When before I had direction, I know not where to turn.
The road is forked into two sorrowful paths,
One straight to death, the other life, but my very being will I lack.

Take them and live, at the price of my spirit,
Or leave them and die, a wicked choice, I can't bear it.
Let it end tomorrow, however it can,
For I cannot go through life as a completely different man.

 

Well, I think both previous poems, Killing December Trees and The Crossroads, are pretty profound and insightful, to say the least. The only problem I have with the former is the spelling and grammar; the only problem I have with the latter is that the wording could be a bit better.

But seriously, I think both are very well-done. I think it'd be a good idea to submit poetry or other works to a local literary journal or magazine.

[ January 27, 2003, 03:04: Message edited by: C'Jakob ]

 

Wow their are some great writers on this board that was really good Paladin.
Here is one that is more of a story.
It is called
Mother Mary

Little girl she sits on the corner
Little girl she's waiting on a ride
Fifteen year old Mother Mary in disguise
She knows what she's got to do
to make things right
She lives between hell and nowhere
All the junkies give her reason to live
Her mama's so strung out ,
She can't even see things straight

Can't teach the kids wrong from right
She never knew her daddy's name
Never heard him speak words of wisdom in her ear
Mother Mary in disguise

WHY-did this have to be?
HOW-did this all come to be?
WHEN-will my life be the same?(she says)
PLEASE-that girl prays to god

Little girl she walks by the corner
Little girl she aint taking no more rides
She's got alot to do to feed the kids
She's my Mother Mary in disguise
She's my Mother Mary in disguise

From whence she came and then she goes around again
I never knew how hard it would be for her
to do all the things that she wanted to do

She did it for me,and she did it for her
She did it for love(Mother Mary)
She did it for love(Mother Mary)

 

Time for Number Two. About that "parallel to my own thoughts and writings", I would say a coincidence, except I don't believe in them.
Why would I believe you to be insincere?

Have you traveled to the Moon
Have you felt Her glowing skin
Sing a song to Her at night
Howling into skyless clouds
vieled from sight of stones
Four Crows flying by
Caws of the poetry of their might
Lunatics
How could they avoid Her
silent stare from high above
No clouds are there
Far down below are creators who cannot see
GreyCrow is not one GreyCrow is He
Many nights have gone by
like leaves and feahters floating
in and out of half-realities
sharing councils thoughts and bodies
To see with the Eye of the Beholder
is to be insane
To be with the Beholder of the Eye
is to see insane
To follow me is a choice
Choose to die a death that cannot be condemned
Choose to live a life that you call a lie

 

Ok I'd like to post one as well. I wrote it last fall.

Love over Life

I am standig at the edge of the world.
Below is darkness, silence everywhere.
The only thing left is downwardly hurled,
The earth is naked, the pine coffin bare

Sad tears are dropping heav’ly on my head,
and inside me an angry voice does roar:
“Gone so quick, why is my beloved dead?
Why will I never see her anymore?”

Then suddenly a bird begins to sing
A beam of molten gold shines upon me
And inside me a peaceful voice does ring
“oh my little one why can you not see!

This grave is a new start not a dead end,
for in His endless love, God Christ did send!”

perhaps I'll post some more (too bad a lot of the poems are in Dutch)

[ January 27, 2003, 16:49: Message edited by: aegron ]

 

Dorion, that poem was awe-inspiring. I could hear being sung in my head as a very powerful rock song. It was cool. And Greycrow, i'm sorry but i've gotten paranoid as of late and for lack of a better reason I'll blame it on the steroids.

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Pardise Twist

Long to be with me,
Bask in my glory.
You've been good,
This I enjoy.

Come sit at my hearth,
And breathe of my virtue.
Drink of my wine,
Taste of my herb.
Welcome to my Sweet Haven.

Dream to be near me,
I am breathtaking.
You worship well,
Here, your reward.
My Beautiful Chill Haven.
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PS- Generally in POETRY poets are granted a certain amount of artistic liscense, meaning grammer is thrown out the window.

PPS- Don't just read the poem, read the feeling as well, Search for the ultimate metaphor.

[ January 28, 2003, 00:32: Message edited by: The Irreligious Paladin ]

 

I wrote this for my girlfriend, so you might not completely understand some of what I'm talking about but I thought I'd post it anyway...I hope you enjoy it!

Black mocha chocolate brown
Deep flashing careless frown
Brilliant eyes in a beautiful face
Brushing away all the cares of this place

Slender arms and hidden strength
Graceful arch along back's length
Pounding heart and burning fire
Pave the path of freed desire

Gentle after, soothing touch
Lighthearted smile proves too much
Freed from earth only to know
Feather-soft touch of heaven's snow

Winter beauty steals my soul
Draws me in won't let me go
Only woman of such great renown
My black mocha chocolate brown

 

Anther well written poem GreyCrow I like the imagery in this one.
Welcome Aegron that one was realy sad.I think you did a good job of exposing your heart there.
Suprising you should say that paladin all my poems were written as song lyrics for a band I used to play in.I played in bands from about 1988 to 1999.we released four tapes and four cds so I have plenty more coming.I liked your poem by the way it sounded a little cocky to me I like that.
Wow Ashen that was great I bet she realy was moved by your words.

This is turning out better than I hoped keep them coming guys.
Ok my turn again it seems.

This one is called Propaganda and seems to fit the times we are in now.

The Demise of Mankind
Nothing seems to falter.
No one seems to hold up.
A new Dawn is near.
We're all at the brink of destruction
we can try to come to grips,get it togehter
WE need to stand together as one UNITED together
but as one

As one you wont be alone you wont be aloud these feelings, Feelings of granduer now.
feeling you wont be around when it all comes crashing down inside your mind and then recycles back down deep through your psyche it will all seem to float downstream with feelings of granduer now and feeling it wont be over now

A post Neo-apocalyptic dream that seems to stain as well as cascades down the conscience of America.
So what are you all fighting for,what do you belive in
Do you feel as though things are going to change just for the sake of changing
What do you think there doing to you?
Whats in the water?
What are they feeding your mind?Turn off your televisions.YOur TV is god.
WE need to stop and think and unite.
Think as a people not as individuals.

And all the blood soaked red,white,and blue,and stars that seem to glisten in ones mind
Still cant help but to support that the wheels of progress must turn!
Crushing all the man made virtues that are here at last...before man....before God..
HOPE!!!
FAITH!!!
FAME!!!
RESPECT!!
RELIGION!!
A REVOLUTION!!
PEACE!!!

I know that was along one will keep it shorter next time.Keep those great poems coming guys.

 

Eze claps and claps and claps

You people are wonderfully talented. I was thinking that these would be VERY GOOD rock songs. Great, great, great. I would post my crap too, if they were in English.

Eze claps on and on and on, until others become annoyed

 

This has been down for awhile but here is a new one.

Dandelion King

I am the King of the Dandelion.
The grass is my fortress.
The trees are my freinds.
I am the one,yes the sole provider.
I only come here seeking the knowledge.
Under the earth,plotting my arrival.
I am coming,yes,I am coming home.
Befriending my enemy with a knife in my hand.

I am the one,the only survivor.
Worshipped by many and loved by none.
Respect is a word that is gained by power.
Yes, the Dandelion will REIGN AGAIN!

All around the world,they will be on top.
Smack down to the bottom.
They will rise as a powerful nation.
THe Dandelion King
Thats who I am,thats who I'll be
I said the Dandelion King

They will Reign.

As a side note I suggest anyone who posts poetry or stories for that matter check the copyright laws in your country and protect yourself before posting.That is if you plan to use the material in an attempt to get published.Protect your creation.
Until next time.

 

Dead man last letter

Home to his mom and dad
He writes his last letter
On the question: why isn't there any answer
This is what he wrote:

I have layed in my isolationcell
And choked my remorse with pride
But I cried like a child last night.
It is true as you already now
I have myself confessed at last
That I have made this terrible crime
Not even my pride could take it
All jester were only bullets in the dark
In twelve hours my judge come true
Then I will not excist anymore
I am totally empty
But I have always loved you

An eye for an eye
Is a life for a life
So hate the crime
But love the judged

He is putted in a chair
A needle stings in his arm
He quietly accepts his place
But in his head there is an alert
Eyes of hate gazes upon him
Now when the judgement bell will clang
That justice at last won
So the victims a little revenge can get
Slowly the poison starts to work
A cloud is all he see
His last shout still is heard;
I never want to hate again
A crime that can't be forgiven
A punishment that can't be forgotten
Even a murderer can cry
And Hatred can never be forgotten

An eye for an eye
Is a life for a life
So hate the crime
But love the judged

[ February 21, 2003, 18:18: Message edited by: Ivanji ]

 

Here is on called

Overcast Days

Lay me down gently and speak to me for a while.
Your words are the substance to help me in this hour.
There is no more need for medicine.
You are my focus from the pain(she said).
My religion is my bed in which I shall lay ordained.

These overcast days are a beginning and an end.
These overcast days has taken her last wind.

Now wipe away your tears...wipe them clean from your eyes.
As she dreams of a paradise,promised by her god.
Now if this life is destined,by life which is the court.
Then you can be my jester,bringing laughter to my heart.

These overcast days are a beginning and an end.
These overcast days have taken her last wind.
These overcast days will be revered.
These overcast days will soon be clear.

Now sound off all your sirens.
Confirming our worst fears.
She's gone.....

Maybe one day I will write a happy one.Until next time......