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Well, somehow it did lead to this.

"World Weary"
The Fixx

World weary
is there a dream in your heart?
World weary
take it back to the start

Little lacklustre
the nut's in your hand
Little boy hopeful
don't you plant in the sand

And you will see
hearts are pumping for you
And you will find
there's a vessel for you
And you will grow,

Roots are searching for you
There must be a reason for it
There must be a
Reason for us all

Little partaker
there's a role you must play
Little facemaker
smile on your day

World weary
write your name in the stars
World weary
you are back at the start
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Dubious wrote: Fri Dec 21, 2018 10:38 pm
attofishpi wrote: Fri Dec 21, 2018 10:39 am Yes, Dubious, nice poem - although I would not have been adverse to just one more verse! :D
Thank you for the "nice doggie" complement! I'd be wagging my tail by now in gratitude if I actually had one! :lol:

You say you wouldn't be adverse to one more verse. Here's the original ending to the poem..

But if screw-ups follow screwing
which seems to be the case
and the most we do is our undoing
then even god will hide its face.
I knew us dogs had a sixth sense! :D
It is a great poem.


DUBIOUS indeed!:-

Consider all that must conspire
to create the creature God called man
in pagan preludes of desire
rippling the void in a moment’s span.

Is it man or homunculus
that grows upon the deed
or a guru god who comes to us
to serve the world’s need?

To think on how it all began
when first his foot had felt the earth
concluding in its fatal plan
to ravage that which caused his birth.

What shall be deeded by his tenure
wanting power but wisdom none
for one would negate the other
and force the balance he seeks to shun.

By it's justice reigns salvation,
the Eldorado of the soul;
may it's plunder spread damnation
to all delinquent of that goal.

The devil who's seen his graceless rule
staged and looped since time began
knows himself not half so cruel
as the sixth day wonder God called man.

But still he prays to receive from yonder,
quarantined in light and unpolluted
a message for his mind to ponder
yearning to be reconstituted.

What does it mean to be a master
in the hemlock realms of scorched infinity?
no gods of creation or disaster
but stranger modulations of divinity.

By what excess must thought advance
to recoil the coronal fires of the brain
and deed itself that mighty glance
peering past portals from whence the spirit came.

Its truant shards must not lie fallow
as remembrance flows to other realms
and brand despair a thing most shallow
flayed in the light which overwhelms.

But what followed the creation
of the lesser angel man?
No tragedy before or after
only a farce that long began.

But if screw-ups follow screwing
which seems to be the case
and the most we do is our undoing
then even god will hide its face.
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Dubious wrote: Fri Dec 28, 2018 10:35 pm
attofishpi wrote: Thu Dec 27, 2018 4:45 pm
Dubious wrote: Fri Dec 21, 2018 10:38 pm

Thank you for the "nice doggie" complement! I'd be wagging my tail by now in gratitude if I actually had one! :lol:

You say you wouldn't be adverse to one more verse. Here's the original ending to the poem..

But if screw-ups follow screwing
which seems to be the case
and the most we do is our undoing
then even god will hide its face.
I knew us dogs had a sixth sense! :D
It is a great poem.
Thanks Atto, but when it comes to poetry whether great, mediocre, or lousy it all defaults to the same outcome, indifference. No one's to blame since it has no economic value of its own. Even classical music, which is on the way down, still requires orchestras, performers and soloists, etc., who must get paid. Poetry has no such requirements. Perversely, I don't mind posting some verses here knowing it will be read once or twice by two or three people and then disappear forever which I prefer in any event. It's the way things are and values change, they always do!

Btw, though it makes no difference to me for reasons stated, but there should be only one ending verse. Either the screw-up one or as written. Two codas don't make sense. It causes an imbalance since the poem is already fairly short.

Also, I don't want to seem too negative on the human race! :lol: :lol:
I do apologise, I actually though it DID need one more verse, and in fact, I liked the tapped on extra verse! Just shows what I know eh.. :D
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I love everyone
I love everyone
Apart from all
the murderes rapist
paedophile
scum
I love everyone
I love everyone
Apart from all
the murderes rapist
paedophile
scum
I love everyone
I love everyone
Apart from all
the murderes rapist
paedophile
scum
and when the judgement
comes
I'll lose pity
and
they'll succumb
666
is no fun.
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While I memorize a few of my poems, many are not suitable for the public Hahaha I have a dark humour and it is greatly revealed in my poetry.
But, sometimes, there is love, or something like it. I have no idea what love is because I have never been in it. Not romantic love anyways.
I do have male friends though, that I watch get torn limb from limb by the women they chase after. I wrote this for one of them after seeing how damaged he is.

*Untitled*

I would touch your soul
by seeping my love through your pores.
Rubbing you all around,
in ways you've never felt before.
I can soothe your heart,
that has been so badly burned,
by healing you with my words,
that I can mend your wounds from head to toe,
in body and soul.

I would laugh with you when no one else would understand,
and always let you know where you stand.
I adore your mind and can't believe any woman would hurt such a man,
or not have him satisfied every second.
If you believe in me,
I can show you,
and you would be left without doubt....

Because I would hold your heart in my hand,
kiss it,
and place it back in.
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Irreparable Damage

The dispute
Was difficult to witness
Something you just couldn't miss
Or ignore
It was ugly for sure
The proposal was rejected
Our opinions collected
then we were told
To simply reject all before
which once seemed
Like common sense
But now in past tense
Was simply a phantasm
Of delusion
spread by
Our collective confusion
I cannot deny
I was taken back
By what I saw
And heard
For not a single one of us
Said a word
Of protest
Or could neither suggest
An alternative plan
Of action
Other than this course
Of retraction
Of the mistake
That was never made
And which we were forbade
To retell
Another soul
And so we remained silent
Apalled and even struck
With awe
By the levity
Of our deeds
Born out of greed
And fused with ambivilence
We had done the unthinkable
And yet remorse
Could not change the course
We had laid for ourselves
We were now complicit
In this illicit affair
The die cast
And our fates
At stake
And now it was time
To come clean
And we couldn't.
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