Poetry here.
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Winter-Time
The compact snow beneath my feet,
crunches as it turns to sleet,
my shoes fill with this mush,
wait no!
its my toes,
they are froze
and turning to dust!
I have learnt that in this weather
thicker socks are a must.
The compact snow beneath my feet,
crunches as it turns to sleet,
my shoes fill with this mush,
wait no!
its my toes,
they are froze
and turning to dust!
I have learnt that in this weather
thicker socks are a must.
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Pie
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
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
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.
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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?
mb.
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?
mb.
Re: Castles
Incredible lyrics, b2bbus2bondi 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
i knew
that lower was higher
potshots at the sun
run boy run!
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?
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.
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.
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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
watching night
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
and social
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
my laptop angled to my gaze.
resigned n,ot to pass the night
in a sea of sleepy therapy for the day
watching night
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
and social
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
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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
love
APN
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).
Merry Christmas to you
and have a fab 2009
love
APN
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).
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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.