Self Written Poetry Thread

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EXCHANGE

“I win!” She said,
Counting her pile.

“I always lose.”
He said with a smile.

“Goddamn, I’m good!”
She said at once.

“My bad.” he said
Portraying the dunce.

“I think, therefore, I rule.”
She noted.

“My rule: I’m there for you.”
He quoted.

“You’re never here!”
She blurted out.

“Do you hear me ever?”
He asked with a shout.

“I get on fine.”
She said with a cough.

And he shot back,
“Where do you get off… ?”

“This stop.” said she
And left the train.

“Don’t go.” he whispered.
But in vain.

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[quote]TheBodyGuard wrote:
Here’s my contribution:

I just recorded it. This is me singing. Let me know what you think…
[/quote]

BodyGuard,

I don’t know you so just assume good will when I say this.

I don’t know what lousy 5th grade teacher killed your inner-poet but it’s time to move on. Deorum asked you for some original poetry. Put out or get out. You don’t have to copy your whole essay out of the encyclopedia here. A Haiku or naughty limerick will do. Now stay on task and finish the assignment.

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[quote]Powerpuff wrote:

[quote]TheBodyGuard wrote:
Here’s my contribution:

I just recorded it. This is me singing. Let me know what you think…
[/quote]

BodyGuard,

I don’t know you so just assume good will when I say this.

I don’t know what lousy 5th grade teacher killed your inner-poet but it’s time to move on. Deorum asked you for some original poetry. Put out or get out. You don’t have to copy your whole essay out of the encyclopedia here. A Haiku or naughty limerick will do. Now stay on task and finish the assignment. [/quote]

Thank you. BG, lets not poke fun at my thread… asshole.

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[quote]Deorum wrote:

[quote]Powerpuff wrote:

[quote]TheBodyGuard wrote:
Here’s my contribution:

I just recorded it. This is me singing. Let me know what you think…
[/quote]

BodyGuard,

I don’t know you so just assume good will when I say this.

I don’t know what lousy 5th grade teacher killed your inner-poet but it’s time to move on. Deorum asked you for some original poetry. Put out or get out. You don’t have to copy your whole essay out of the encyclopedia here. A Haiku or naughty limerick will do. Now stay on task and finish the assignment. [/quote]

Thank you. BG, lets not poke fun at my thread… asshole. [/quote]

I think BG was just having fun.
No need to call him names.

45

[quote]Powerpuff wrote:

[quote]Iron Dwarf wrote:

I wanna shout ‘movie’ at a crowded fire
Shoot a blank from the gun-for-hire.
Make my mark, after dark
Drink black water from a junkyard tire.

[/quote]

This is really nice.

I like your style ID.[/quote]

Thanks PP.

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[quote]Iron Dwarf wrote:

[quote]Deorum wrote:

[quote]Powerpuff wrote:

[quote]TheBodyGuard wrote:
Here’s my contribution:

I just recorded it. This is me singing. Let me know what you think…
[/quote]

BodyGuard,

I don’t know you so just assume good will when I say this.

I don’t know what lousy 5th grade teacher killed your inner-poet but it’s time to move on. Deorum asked you for some original poetry. Put out or get out. You don’t have to copy your whole essay out of the encyclopedia here. A Haiku or naughty limerick will do. Now stay on task and finish the assignment. [/quote]

Thank you. BG, lets not poke fun at my thread… asshole. [/quote]

I think BG was just having fun.
No need to call him names.

[/quote]

Yea, your probably right. He sure doesn’t seem like the sensitive type though so I figured, ahhh what the heck. I digress though, back to topic. I’m loving the thought expression here so far.

47

I laugh to stop the tears
I laugh to stop my fears
I have lived beyond my years
I have lived beyond my peers
I have seen more hate then love
I have seen more rape then drugs
I know not what the future holds
But I hope your all ready…
For the weighing of your souls
I am.

I could be wrong though
You might be right
That’s where the wonder turns to spite
I’m a betting man, so I’ll take my chances
Don’t like it? Find another monkey to do your dances…
My pants is - down
I am the fool to make you laugh
Watch me jump and watch me dance
Watch me distract you from the gun pointed at your head
If you were any stupider… you would ALREADY be dead

If I bear light I am perceived as evil
If I break the norm and tempt the fate of people,
Then an all powerful god will smite me dead…
I hope to catch lightening in the head

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[quote]Deorum wrote:

[quote]Iron Dwarf wrote:

[quote]Deorum wrote:

[quote]Powerpuff wrote:

[quote]TheBodyGuard wrote:
Here’s my contribution:

I just recorded it. This is me singing. Let me know what you think…
[/quote]

BodyGuard,

I don’t know you so just assume good will when I say this.

I don’t know what lousy 5th grade teacher killed your inner-poet but it’s time to move on. Deorum asked you for some original poetry. Put out or get out. You don’t have to copy your whole essay out of the encyclopedia here. A Haiku or naughty limerick will do. Now stay on task and finish the assignment. [/quote]

Thank you. BG, lets not poke fun at my thread… asshole. [/quote]

I think BG was just having fun.
No need to call him names.

[/quote]

Yea, your probably right. He sure doesn’t seem like the sensitive type though so I figured, ahhh what the heck. I digress though, back to topic. I’m loving the thought expression here so far.
[/quote]

D, Sensitivity is a subjective term. If you read BG’s posts all over these forums, you’ll see he’s not only sensitive about certain issues, he’s downright passionate about them where right vs wrong are concerned. You probably won’t find a more consistent thinker and practitioner than BG in discussions of the human condition/tragedy.

He may not be poetic in the true sense, but it’s obvious in the way he expresses himself around here that he’s educated, articulate, and well versed. It might seem like I’m swingin’ from his nutsack, but I know the guy pretty well (as far as internet and phone conversations go), and he’s the real deal.

Anyway, on with the poems!

49

THE TREE

At the root of our spirits
A rough bark is heard.
Branching out to perch the white bird.

An echo in nature
It reaches most high.
What is living and green, leaves for the sky.

A carpenter’s wisdom
Each parable sings.
Exposing His soul, we count the rings.

His name is repeated
On whispering winds.
Crossed timbers, through time, forgiving our sins.

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[quote]Brother Chris wrote:

[quote]DBCooper wrote:
The mere sight of my name sucked you into this thread? I feel…important. Seriously though, I’m glad you liked them. Believe it or not, these are the first poems I’ve written in probably 15 years. I should write some more.[/quote]

Where did you learn to write poetry?[/quote]

I didn’t “learn”. I just made some shit up that rhymes. Isn’t that basically what poetry is?

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[quote]Iron Dwarf wrote:
EXCHANGE

“I win!” She said,
Counting her pile.

“I always lose.”
He said with a smile.

“Goddamn, I’m good!”
She said at once.

“My bad.” he said
Portraying the dunce.

“I think, therefore, I rule.”
She noted.

“My rule: I’m there for you.”
He quoted.

“You’re never here!”
She blurted out.

“Do you hear me ever?”
He asked with a shout.

“I get on fine.”
She said with a cough.

And he shot back,
“Where do you get off… ?”

“This stop.” said she
And left the train.

“Don’t go.” he whispered.
But in vain.
[/quote]

I can’t stop reading this. I like how each piece of dialogue plays on the one immediately preceding. Well done

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BUSTED

Avoid the sickening kiss that seals.
Bite, instead, the hand that heals.
Small white lies get bigger deals.
Entrusted.

Nourished with rhetoric lies.
Starved, yet we are food for flies
Congregating in our eyes.
Encrusted.

Turned away as heroes fell.
Got another war to sell?
So well-hung, yet not so well…
Adjusted.

Informed, yet ignorant of facts.
More lost souls slip through the cracks.
Feeding monkeys on our backs.
We’re busted.

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[quote]smh23 wrote:

[quote]Iron Dwarf wrote:
EXCHANGE

“I win!” She said,
Counting her pile.

“I always lose.”
He said with a…
[/quote]

I can’t stop reading this. I like how each piece of dialogue plays on the one immediately preceding. Well done[/quote]

Thanks Smh!

54

Poetry is linguistic exercise. Glad to see some people care to practice in order to present themselves as justly as they can.

55

EMPTY

I am hollow, I am empty
But I appear to contain plenty.
Listless and helpless on the inside
Yet my exterior displays false pride.

How did I arrive at this lowly conclusion?
If only my arrival contained the solution.
But I keep on searching, looking for substance
Like so many others who carry an abundance.

Maybe I’ve never experienced enough
Has life been too easy, yet for others…rough?
They all seem to wear it, out on their sleeves
But to me a clown looks insincere when he grieves.

So I try to express…show it in my art
But the world wants to analyze, break it apart.
So I’ll pick up the pieces, place them inside me gently
Because I am hollow…I am empty.

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[quote]Iron Dwarf wrote:
EMPTY

I am hollow, I am empty
But I appear to contain plenty.
Listless and helpless on the inside
Yet my exterior displays false pride.

How did I arrive at this lowly conclusion?
If only my arrival contained the solution.
But I keep on searching, looking for substance
Like so many others who carry an abundance.

Maybe I’ve never experienced enough
Has life been too easy, yet for others…rough?
They all seem to wear it, out on their sleeves
But to me a clown looks insincere when he grieves.

So I try to express…show it in my art
But the world wants to analyze, break it apart.
So I’ll pick up the pieces, place them inside me gently
Because I am hollow…I am empty. [/quote]

Wow, never has a poem resonated with me so much until I read thisQ Thanks for sharing ID. It was awesome!

57

I wrote this one about being a morning person.

Super

At four o’clock I feel it.
At that precise moment,
if my optometrist shined his little light into my pupils,
he could see all my super powers fully activated.

Maybe I should invite him over for coffee sometime.
In the darkness,
robe wrapped around me like a cape,
cotton panties like briefs beneath,
I could take my neighbor’s paper from her driveway,
without being seen by anyone.

Then I could casually ask Dr. Matsuyama
to get out that little light.
I would love to see the astonishment on his face,
as he realizes that I am his first patient to have laser beam vision.
I know this because at four a.m.,
I can find my way down the hall to pee without
turning on a single light.

After he left my kitchen,
I would carefully pull the rubber band around
the L.A. Times and put it back. Because
that’s the kind of super person I am.
Neighborly.

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Linguistics

My adolescent self would sense them,
sailing over folds of cartilage
sometimes blowing back wisps of hair with their forcefulness,
connecting with the tiny bones near my cochlea.
Not for lack of trying,
strings of language unidentified,
twining along,
the words encapsulated in white space
above my mother’s hopeful cartoon head.

Lying on my bed later that evening,
the strings became radio waves
broadcasting from some distant AM station
somewhere in the vicinity of the kitchen.
A sprinkle of recognizable words amid the
lexicon, lexicon, Chevrolet, lexicon, lexicon, lexicon.

At forty, I realize that the language-learning portion
of my brain is lit up again.
Somewhere in the left hemisphere,
the warp and weft of syntax are coming together
in paragraphs I can suddenly decipher.
Each nonsensical phrase untangled
now making perfect sense.
“Turn it down.”
“We’ll see.”
“What time will you be home?”

And I find that I am fluent.
My accent superb.
Inflection perfect.
The language of my parents
understood
and flowing effortlessly from my mouth.

59

Damn, those are great, PowerPuff!

60

And another little love poem.

Incandescent

There is something about your profile,
silhouetted against the whiteness of sheets,
bare shoulders poignantly casting shadows
across my side of the bed,
that makes me want to take that paper cut-out version
of your sleeping self,
and gently place it across my breast,
the bony structures of your face backlit
by the soft incandescent light
in my chest.