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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2008 1:09 pm
The compact snow beneath my feet,
crunches as it turns to sleet,
my shoes fill with this mush,
its my toes,
they are froze
and turning to dust!
I have learnt that in this weather
thicker socks are a must.
Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 8:49 pm
Every day I die,
and wake to find fresh baked world-pie,
and each time I eat it half,
otherwise I would starve,
but not to satisfaction,
not more than a half fraction,
else solid every time I die,
would take the form of this pie,
ne'er to taste another,
never new aromas to uncover,
and so each day I wither away waiting for perfect pie
Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2008 10:50 am
How interesting! Having just found this thread, I'm left wondering why so many of the poems are deadly serious and deathly. Indeed, death in its various aspects is a common theme. Talented people every one of you, but why that undercurrent of morbidity? Or is it that poets are melancholy by nature? Er, excepting Patience Strong and her twee ilk.
Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2008 11:43 am
Death During Fork Week.
It's very difficult to rhyme,
about normal things, like spending time,
washing knives and forks and spoons,
knowing that, all to soon,
I'll open up the cultelry drawer,
once more, inside, there will not be,
a knife or fork or spoon to see.
Drive me mad these little things,
make up my life - and make me cringe,
but when I rhyme of mighty themes,
I'm marking out in 4/4 time,
what not god knows, so it seems,
It would be a better use of breath,
than rhymes of life, and birth and death,
in agonies of joy and woe,
if poetry could let me know,
where does all the cutelry go?
Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2008 12:57 pm
mark black wrote:if poetry could let me know,
where does all the cutelry go?
To the great recycling unit in the sky
Namely, Sheffield Steel on High
Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 1:46 am
Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 10:52 am
bus2bondi wrote:the order was given long ago
like jungle fire
i'll take your castle down
with born desire
when i sat on top of a mountain
that lower was higher
potshots at the sun
run boy run!
Incredible lyrics, b2b
Since poetry and I reside in different dimensions
, could you tell me where are these lyrics taken from? Are they yours? Is it a song?
Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 1:21 pm
B2B, in all seriousness I like the piss in your poems. While others muse about death, you write delightfully about urine:
As you read, a white bear leisurely
pees, dyeing the snow
That is so vivid in my mind's eye!
Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 6:01 pm
But the bear saffron could easily have been your own words! It's so you. I look forward to reading more of your poems. I don't have the courage to share my own musings, much preferring to read everyone else's.
Here in Wales we had snow on the mountains last week and a heavy frost on lower ground. Yet today comes the thaw. This is typical of British weather, it can be mild one day, freezing the next. The most frequent weather is endless rain - indeed, it often pisses down for weeks on end. But that's fine by me.
Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 11:44 am
If only I could hear the tune as well
Thanks for the Tarzan song!
Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 6:34 am
I lie here in my bed,
my laptop angled to my gaze.
resigned n,ot to pass the night
in a sea of sleepy therapy for the day
turn into wakey day
another night up
oh woe is me
perturbed with dreaded philosophy
i come here like a man obsessed
who tries to be his intellectual best
but fails at the hurdles he's created
raging fevers are abated.
the storm on here I hope will past
and peace reign in the good ship last
Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 11:35 am
Thanks for that Ms Philosophy Nerd. I find your words quite moving. Here's wishing you an enjoyable and peaceful Christmas
Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 12:31 pm
Thanks Morpheus I am gonna have to do an impression of HM and issue my own Christmas Broadcast on here, wishing the very best of Christmases and new year to all the lovely philosophers on these esteemed Forums which distinguish themselves by the presence and attention to the lay philosopher.
Merry Christmas to you
and have a fab 2009
glad you like the words. my dad does poetry so does my stepmum so i had better join the party. (stepmum publishes does my dad (besides usaul papers and books).
Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 12:32 pm
Morpheus I am gonna push up post count up to 200 so PN is style and deviance!!!
Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 2:12 pm
Post as often as you like if it gives you pleasure! That's what I do. By the way, I've never regarded myself as a philosopher, amateur or otherwise. I don't think I've ever studied a single book on philosophy, well not the mainstream philosophers. I've only read bits here and there. From the fragments emerges Epicurus who was a nice enough bloke. Yes I like his style of thinking. I'm a bigger fan of Jungian philosophy/psychology (overlooking the man's personal failings). Love him or hate him, I must admit that he tried to be all-inclusive.