Make a Poem for me.

[Dropkick]

I like to read poems.
GP has some beautiful minds.

So please write me and us all a poem.


Here is mine:

Gaijinpot
some fester some rot
not all have a plot to sit on
some wiser some miser
not all take and give
some play some hunt
not all game is fair
Gaijinpot

I don't like my poem much.

[Dropkick]

I create and your a creater.
To breed is to bleed.
All I need is some dirty knees.
Gods' last plee.
Pray to me.
Lifes' last need.
Follow me.
Wisdoms last fee.
Too much when its free.
Get on your knees and holler.
Even if you are Japanese.


Did you like my poem?

[Dropkick]

I'm a believer not a belonger.
I trust gods' thread in its right, and no donomination of any religion can prove me wrong in my right.
Am I wrong or am I right?
Fright of life has caused many to flight.
Your plane may come tonight.
Follow me on this bearing bright and I'll show you the light.
Am I wrong or am I right?
In the night the light burns so bright.
Today the light has no fate.
She bows her head and turns to plight.
I believe and I belong to this right.

I like my poem

[thebob]

Here's a poem I wrote when I was just starting out as a poet. I like to think that it has a sort of cinematic quality about it.
Incidentally, I gave up poetry because people said I just sounded too similar to Keats. Oh, well it doesn't matter as I am really happy with what I do now. It was going to called untitled, but instead I decided to call it


TITLED

Here's a poem disturbing
Here's one I bet you'll wish I never said
Here's a poem perturbing
Here's one I bet you'll wish you never read

For you, the reader are in this poem

In a puddle
On the floor
With fifteen bullets in your fu cking head

[Shonai Ben]

Here I sit amongst the vapor
The guy before me left no paper
I hear the bus,I must not linger
So,I guess I'll use my finger

[thebob]

Did you like my poem?

I think your poems are not bad Dropkick. They sort of sound a bit like song lyrics to me. Did you originally write them with that purpose in mind?

[Dropkick]

No I just had the fever in me and that is what came out.
Fever in me through the night.

I really like the bloody ending to you poem. THat made me smile.

Thank you Bob

[thickmick]

Drip drip drip
falls the rain on my head
creak creak creak
goes someones bed
wail wail wail
the baby wants more
knock knock knock
dont answer the door

Tap tap tap
the keyboard sings
moan moan moan
more pleasure it brings
come come come
one and all
sweat sweat sweat
thank God it is fall.

[Dropkick]

I think your poems are not bad Dropkick. They sort of sound a bit like song lyrics to me. Did you originally write them with that purpose in mind?

Dear Bob,
Actually I really want to learn how to write beautiful poetry. As you have seen I have a long way to go. How do I make my poems seem more like poems and less like song lyrics? You must know a lot on the subject sense you wanted to become a poet. I'm sorry you were dicouraged in that journey. With all your wisdom Bob tell me how to make my poems great and not just "not bad".

Dropkick

[kurogane]

Dear Bob,
Actually I really want to learn how to write beautiful poetry. As you have seen I have a long way to go. How do I make my poems seem more like poems and less like song lyrics? You must know a lot on the subject sense you wanted to become a poet. I'm sorry you were dicouraged in that journey. With all your wisdom Bob tell me how to make my poems great and not just "not bad".

Dropkick

First of all, you need to have inspiring material.
Read some of my poems. The ones to Eku and Electric Japan are probably the best examples. Good material can make a writer rise above his own putrid level.

[Васй]

I like your poems, yes, they touch my heart!
I have written poems but not in English...

[thebob]

Dear Bob,
Actually I really want to learn how to write beautiful poetry. As you have seen I have a long way to go. How do I make my poems seem more like poems and less like song lyrics? You must know a lot on the subject sense you wanted to become a poet. I'm sorry you were dicouraged in that journey. With all your wisdom Bob tell me how to make my poems great and not just "not bad".

Dropkick

Sorry, I didn't see this earlier Dropkick. Well, there are no easy answers to this one I am afraid, though Kuro makes some good points.
I think that the first thing that you have to do is work out what you want to say with your poetry. Try to read poets that you are impressed with over and over again. It can even help to copy them out in writing. That can give you a feel and awareness of the rhythm, technique and the langauge that the poet uses to create the effect which you have appreciate. Don't be afraid to find inspiration and even language from the mudane and everyday. Look under your doormat, down your plughole, in the pages of your lover's diary, on your female neighbor's washing line - you never know where you may find a poem.
Last of all, as a note of caution, please remember that few people respect poems or poetry nowadays. Charles Bukowski had to live like a bum for most of his life. I have never met a poet who owned a car and neither have you and if you do, do not trust him.
The poet travels by public transport or, when he can, he walks. Also, your poetry doesn't have to be great, just as long as it serves a purpose for you. I hope that I have been of some help and I hope that you enjoy your adventures in poetry. I didn't make it in the poetry world, but poetry still gave me, and continues to give me, a great deal of pleasure and inspiration.

[Time22]

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[eku]

sleepless nights
spent laughing and fighting
with imaginary friends
and enemies

an acid post
i bite my tongue
but in reality
i bite my fingers

how easy it is
to curse and joke
unvoiced insults fly
from my fingertips
to your eyes

so far away
i feel your loneliness
your anger and rage
but more than all this

as i read your thoughts
i feel my own acute pain
when coffee exits
my nose

[Bye-Bye kin]

It has been said
That a man named Fred
Had sex with his vacuum cleaner
He ran out of luck
When his tadger got stuck
And now he's called Katrina

[Wallace Christ]

First of all, you need to have inspiring material.
Read some of my poems. The ones to Eku and Electric Japan are probably the best examples.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/Bent/loser.gif

Best laugh of the day, thanks for that.

Wal.

[wendyloujp]

Timey should get an award cause that was brilliant!!!!

GP Poet for October 4th goes to (drum roll please)


Timey!!!

And Eku comes in close as Runner Up!!!


Yeah!!!!

Keep em coming everyone.

[thebob]

Timey should get an award cause that was brilliant!!!!

GP Poet for October 4th goes to (drum roll please)


Timey!!!

And Eku comes in close as Runner Up!!!


Yeah!!!!

Keep em coming everyone.

Nothing against Time and Eku's fine poems Wendy, but don't you think there might just be a bit of a gender bias creeping in here? Of course, I will retract and edit out that statement if you give me third place though.

[thedioscuri]

I could find neither the paper nor the pen
So I lost the words
What remained was this feeling,
Something should be said, some story told
If for nothing more than to fill the space
That emptiness where her hands should be
But they are not
And this cold-
It is not just the howling wind
Not just the raindrops
It is the cold of alone, and the blackest of blackholes
The nothingness of time and space
All the things I am missing that I never had
Loves lost, tears shed
Scream for me, weep for me
But please do not forget me
Too long have I gone unremembered

[Васй]

I could find neither the paper nor the pen
So I lost the words
What remained was this feeling,
Something should be said, some story told
If for nothing more than to fill the space
That emptiness where her hands should be
But they are not
And this cold-
It is not just the howling wind
Not just the raindrops
It is the cold of alone, and the blackest of blackholes
The nothingness of time and space
All the things I am missing that I never had
Loves lost, tears shed
Scream for me, weep for me
But please do not forget me
Too long have I gone unremembered

Very beautiful poem...i like it...brings sad feeling but also hope - if she reads it she will never forget you for sure.

[thedioscuri]

Very beautiful poem...i like it...brings sad feeling but also hope - if she reads it she will never forget you for sure.

Thank you. There is hope for my would-be talents yet

[Васй]

Thank you. There is hope for my would-be talents yet

You are very talented.
I was moved by your poem, when I read it - there were tears in my eyes, the feelings and the words are so beautiful, sweet and painful...
She will be on her knees in front of you when she reads it.
I will copy your poem in my notebook because I like it very much.

[Frostlight]

I'm the opposite to Dropkick... I'm a songwriter, but I don't usually write poems. But why not give it a go this once, right?

GOBLINS

Frightened girls with little dolls
So pale beyond the wall
Where jesters wait with jingle bells
For spring to turn to fall.

And fearful boys with bricks and toys
Will hide beneath their beds
They pray that they'll be overlooked
Or morning they'll be dead.

No one knows in all the world
What made these terrors stray
Perhaps it was our damaged dreams
Once lived from day to day.

But now no one can take the chance
To stand in arms and fight
They take your precious memories,
Your children, and your life.

And now we only wish they'd leave
Go back to whence they came
And hide behind their wall again
And ring their bells in vain.


Edit: Oh, if I can remember it properly, here's one I wrote several years ago about my experiences with Japanese convenience stores (which is more relevant to this forum than the one I just made up, I guess). I showed this to my class in Australia and they all got very confused, understandably, but you guys would know what I'm talking about!

NIHONJIN

Irrasshaimase! The checkout girl squawks
In a tiny, high-pitched and monotonous voice
Dame da yo! A new mother cries
At the baby she carries with tears in its eyes

And the atmosphere's cramped all around the konbiini
With so many people in spaces this teeny
The queue snakes in circles and backwards in loops
Past the shelves full of zasshi and sushi and hoops

(I've forgotten the two lines that went here, oops)
But how can you fault it, so close to the train
When going to work just to come back again

[Васй]

thanks, Frostlight, very good indeed!
You are amazing too!!!

[thedioscuri]

You are very talented.
I was moved by your poem, when I read it - there were tears in my eyes, the feelings and the words are so beautiful, sweet and painful...
She will be on her knees in front of you when she reads it.
I will copy your poem in my notebook because I like it very much.

Thank you once more.

"Most flattering, Most flattering." He says bowing graciously and hitting his head on something in the process.

[Васй]

Thank you once more.

"Most flattering, Most flattering." He says bowing graciously and hitting his head on something in the process.

I told you the truth, if a woman made you write such captivating lines, this woman is the happiest and most fortunate in the world to have you and should thank Heaven that you exist and you are able to write divine poems moving the hearts of the people that read them. When I copied this poem, Dioscuri, i memorized it and even if I reread it i feel the same emotion as the first time I read it...I want also to say to the person I care about not to forget me in such a beautiful way...with words and without words. I want to find a way to make myself unforgettable - for you be sure you have fine your way and I envy you - because who can forget you after reading what you wrote. I envy you for being able to make such impression on her...

[thedioscuri]

I told you the truth, if a woman made you write such captivating lines, this woman is the happiest and most fortunate in the world to have you and should thank Heaven that you exist and you are able to write divine poems moving the hearts of the people that read them. When I copied this poem, Dioscuri, i memorized it and even if I reread it i feel the same emotion as the first time I read it...I want also to say to the person I care about not to forget me in such a beautiful way...with words and without words. I want to find a way to make myself unforgettable - for you be sure you have fine your way and I envy you - because who can forget you after reading what you wrote. I envy you for being able to make such impression on her...

Well Bacn, I find inspiration in all women. I would say it`s because I`m sensitive, my friends think it`s because I`m a slut, but what do they know (my friends aren`t all that clever).

In truth those words aren`t necessarily about any one specific person, although I do admit having someone in mind as it`s focus or inspiration, whatever it may be called. As for this phantom female, let`s just say, I have no idea what my impression on her is, poem or no poem, we can only hope it`s as favourable as yours was, not that I`d give it to her.

However I thank you for your high praise, and if I can write something again that isn`t total sh!!te, it will be dedicated in your honour.

[Васй]

However I thank you for your high praise, and if I can write something again that isn`t total sh!!te, it will be dedicated in your honour.

Please dedicate one poem to me too, I envy the woman who inspired you...

[thedioscuri]

Please dedicate one poem to me too, I envy the woman who inspired you...

Siempre hay esperenza,
It is a song that has no words
It doesn`t need them
It says what it says,
In the music, in the translation,
In the wailing saxophone and that tingling in your spine
There is always hope,
A reason to dance can always be found
And if we cannot find one,
Then let us make one together
If there is no song playing in your soul
Then make up words to the beating of your heart
And dance to them
Because there is always hope
In a heartbeat,
In a whispered breath,
Siempre hay esperanza

[Васй]

Siempre hay esperenza,
It is a song that has no words
It doesn`t need them
It says what it says,
In the music, in the translation,
In the wailing saxophone and that tingling in your spine
There is always hope,
A reason to dance can always be found
And if we cannot find one,
Then let us make one together
If there is no song playing in your soul
Then make up words to the beating of your heart
And dance to them
Because there is always hope
In a heartbeat,
In a whispered breath,
Siempre hay esperanza

Very beautiful, so sublime, nobody before dedicated poems to me and so beautiful and full of emotion and music, at least the words bring so much hope, emotion and music to me, I can hear and feel it with my ears and my heart and my body, when I close my eyes.

Thank you so much...thank you...

[Dropkick]

Draining me
My memory
Headache pains her top to bottom
Quenching me
present time
her head solves the problem
pulling me
time frames skip like heart beats
her head is on fire pain surrounds me
null and void me
anytime baby luscious lips
It spikes my vein I'm living in the mainstream
lost her time for me
all this time around me
stop feel the sound in me as my heart be pounding
the reel is spinning with film a flying
lights blaze by me pains inside of me
Heads outside of me to find you.
I feels it pulsing luscious is biting my ____ off
she's a demon I'm a desire
I remember how I got here

[Васй]

Draining me
My memory
Headache pains her top to bottom
Quenching me
present time
her head solves the problem
pulling me
time frames skip like heart beats
her head is on fire pain surrounds me
null and void me
anytime baby luscious lips
It spikes my vein I'm living in the mainstream
lost her time for me
all this time around me
stop feel the sound in me as my heart be pounding
the reel is spinning with film a flying
lights blaze by me pains inside of me
Heads outside of me to find you.
I feels it pulsing luscious is biting my ____ off
she's a demon I'm a desire
I remember how I got here

this poem I like very much too!!! It is passionate, bring s painful image to me and you are a genius, that is my word to describe you in just one word!!! Thanks for sharing. You have enormous talent, I am in total awe!!!

[validusername]

ode to bacn

a beacon shines
clear and blinding white
pulsating
desperately
frantically

the message
should be clear
but emotion
overcomes
engulfs

but still
the light shines
through confusion
passion
of twisted hatred
and convolution

the strobes
spell out
gasping
in futility
who sees?

we strain
to comprehend
the message
the communique
being sent

is it?
can it be?
of course!
all is clear now
i finally comprehend

c
o
o
k
o
o

a
l
e
r
t
!

[Васй]

TheDioscuri,

Your poems are like a beautiful melody, sometimes sad and gloomy, sometimes hopeful and sweet with a ray of light, always touching and moving the soul. Thanks so much for sharing with us. I have many books and CDs with poetry but seldom I have read something so beautiful and heart warming, please continue to share with us, is it selfish of me to ask you for that - your poesie has become my favourite and now I am full of anticipation and impatience to read more of you! I think also many other people appreciate your poetry and th e images you create...you write with ease and inspiration and I think you shall publish a book and a CD if you have not done this yet...

I just wanted to express my admiration and appreciation one more time. Thank you very much, it is not a flattery, I say my true feelings and opinion. You are amazing.

Vasi

[thedioscuri]

TheDioscuri,

Your poems are like a beautiful melody, sometimes sad and gloomy, sometimes hopeful and sweet with a ray of light, always touching and moving the soul. Thanks so much for sharing with us. I have many books and CDs with poetry but seldom I have read something so beautiful and heart warming, please continue to share with us, is it selfish of me to ask you for that - your poesie has become my favourite and now I am full of anticipation and impatience to read more of you! I think also many other people appreciate your poetry and th e images you create...you write with ease and inspiration and I think you shall publish a book and a CD if you have not done this yet...

I just wanted to express my admiration and appreciation one more time. Thank you very much, it is not a flattery, I say my true feelings and opinion. You are amazing.

Vasi

Once more bacn, thank you. You flatter me, but don`t stop flattery is good for the soul, or is it the liver? I forget. Anyhoo, Thank you.

I will look to you for inspiration, however you will have to forgive the fact that my writing tends to be melancholy.

[thedioscuri]

Draining me
My memory
Headache pains her top to bottom
Quenching me
present time
her head solves the problem
pulling me
time frames skip like heart beats
her head is on fire pain surrounds me
null and void me
anytime baby luscious lips
It spikes my vein I'm living in the mainstream
lost her time for me
all this time around me
stop feel the sound in me as my heart be pounding
the reel is spinning with film a flying
lights blaze by me pains inside of me
Heads outside of me to find you.
I feels it pulsing luscious is biting my ____ off
she's a demon I'm a desire
I remember how I got here


me like, me like. Chicks heh! Can`t live with `em, can`t live without `em.

As they say on those cookery programmes, here`s one I prepared earlier.


You have magic eyes
They cast an unholy spell
Around you, I am male, man, mortal, fool
All the things my mama warned me not to be
But I forget all my mother`s lessons in your smile
You are a heartbreak just waiting to happen
And I will fall,
If I haven`t fallen already
My vanity and my masochism command it
The allure of your possibility
The way you say my name-
A huntress calling to her fondest prey
I come willingly to be sacrificed
I will pay for this sin
For your lips on mine
In time, I know in time

[Васй]

You have magic eyes
They cast an unholy spell
Around you, I am male, man, mortal, fool
All the things my mama warned me not to be
But I forget all my mother`s lessons in your smile
You are a heartbreak just waiting to happen
And I will fall,
If I haven`t fallen already
My vanity and my masochism command it
The allure of your possibility
The way you say my name-
A huntress calling to her fondest prey
I come willingly to be sacrificed
I will pay for this sin
For your lips on mine
In time, I know in time

thedioscuri,
I am becoming the most fervent fan of your poetry! Believe me you are the greatest discovery and the the most pleasant surprise I have come to for a long time and I really love poetry so I understand and feel with my heart when I read something as excellent as this!
So passionate, this poem conveys the sensuos magic of attraction, the vision of love and the expectation of the torturous happiness of being trapped in the love ... Your words and emotions are irresistable to me, I can feel what you feel, my hearts beat so fast and I am excited so much when I read the lines. Though I have experienced such feelings, I could have never expressed them in so beautiful words and so perfect form.
Thank you very much!!! This poem is one more proof of your gift. I am on my knees in front of your talent, really!!!!

[Васй]

ok, one poem I dedicated to my first boyfriend but I translate it from Bulgarian, so much is lost in translation and I am not skilled but it is my feeling

My Name

I am writing my name on you with my tongue
forward and backward thousands of times.
My tongue is dancing slowly on your skin
writing the book of our love,
making you mine.
Surf the waves of my body, whisper my name
forward and backwards thousand of times.
If another one tries to delete from your skin
the marks of love I have left
you'll shout my name.
From now on every stair you take up and down
will end with my name.
Vasi

[thedioscuri]

thedioscuri,
I am becoming the most fervent fan of your poetry! Believe me you are the greatest discovery and the the most pleasant surprise I have come to for a long time and I really love poetry so I understand and feel with my heart when I read something as excellent as this!
So passionate, this poem conveys the sensuos magic of attraction, the vision of love and the expectation of the torturous happiness of being trapped in the love ... Your words and emotions are irresistable to me, I can feel what you feel, my hearts beat so fast and I am excited so much when I read the lines. Though I have experienced such feelings, I could have never expressed them in so beautiful words and so perfect form.
Thank you very much!!! This poem is one more proof of your gift. I am on my knees in front of your talent, really!!!!


As Sheryl Crow woulds say, "If it makes you happy..."
then I`m glad you like it.

[thedioscuri]

ok, one poem I dedicated to my first boyfriend but I translate it from Bulgarian, so much is lost in translation and I am not skilled but it is my feeling

My Name

I am writing my name on you with my tongue
forward and backward thousands of times.
My tongue is dancing slowly on your skin
writing the book of our love,
making you mine.
Surf the waves of my body, whisper my name
forward and backwards thousand of times.
If another one tries to delete from your skin
the marks of love I have left
you'll shout my name.
From now on every stair you take up and down
will end with my name.
Vasi


Freaky, but passionate which is all you can ask of poem. The Bulgarian version must have been pretty interesting. Tongue written poetry, what more can a man ask for?

[Васй]

Freaky, but passionate which is all you can ask of poem. The Bulgarian version must have been pretty interesting. Tongue written poetry, what more can a man ask for?


Yes, I love it more than my Schindler elevator poem... In my will I will ask him to come to my grave and whisper my name ...

[Васй]

As Sheryl Crow woulds say, "If it makes you happy..."
then I`m glad you like it.

I not only like your poems, I love them strongly. I am not a poetress by nature but I can appreciate good poetry. Your poetry is light and music for the eyes, the heart and the ears. Please, believe me, my words are not a flattery, I neither flatter people not deserving my good words, nor my enthusiasm and admiritaion of your talent is artificial. I am really enjoying reading your poems, even if they are sad, melancholic and full of pain, actually I love the sad feeling and the passion because it moves the heart the most and I can relate to it...

Thank you for sharing, if you have more, please post, I frequently visit this wonderful thread - it is my most favourite on this forum.

[grin]

I like to rub mash pataties on me teets!
I love it with garlic and cream!
My fantasy is to cut my nips and drip squeezed lemons in my wounds.
Cure my soul with gravy and candle wax.
Feel the heat from the red beets!

My fantasy is to bathe naked in warm milk using roast porks as pillows.
This all followed by drying off with loaves of bread and red wine for moisturiser.
Forgive me holy one for this is my fantasy.

[eku]

I like to rub mash pataties on me teets!
I love it with garlic and cream!
My fantasy is to cut my nips and drip squeezed lemons in my wounds.
Cure my soul with gravy and candle wax.
Feel the heat from the red beets!

My fantasy is to bathe naked in warm milk using roast porks as pillows.
This all followed by drying off with loaves of bread and red wine for moisturiser.
Forgive me holy one for this is my fantasy.
oh grin, i love your poems, i love them strongly.I am really enjoying reading your poems, even if they are sad, calorific and full of carbohydrates, actually I love the sad feeling and the food because it moves the bowels the most and I can relate to it...
:D

[gaijin74]

For all the romantics out there:

Roses are dying
Violets are dead
Sugar is lumpy
And so is your head

[Васй]

Eku and grin I am so sad you spoil the beautiful atmosphere of this thread, and my mood. I am very sad...crying...

[diva]

I am writing my name on your tongue
With indelible green ink
You can wash it off when I'm gone
Well that's what you think.

The ink will always be there
Your saliva is my soulmate.
Lick your fingers and turn
The pages of the book of hate.

Delete my posts when I am gone
I am not the one to blame
From now on every dying thread
Will end with my name.

[grin]

I turn every girl green!
but not of the envious kind
i think they have more of repulsive time
perhaps its my tatties and cream
with a splash of lemon and thyme
all i wanted was them to enjoy the fine mix of blood and wine!

[Booker]

where are you today
where were you yesterday
where are you going tomorrow
so distraught with your sorrow
time eclipses the spirit
leaving you withered and broken
we'd help if you'd only share it
from my hand to yours this token
this gift, this unassailable symbol
take it, respect it, honor it like a temple
of doom, gloom,
over your head it looms
the troubles you carry
leave you so weak and wary
i'll offer again this weapon of choice
make it your voice
listen to your own voice
i know the hurt feels like murder
so let me nurture,
help you escape this torture
don't go tomorrow
will be just fine, promise
it'll be just fine, promise.

[gouf]

from a song i heard
"i bleed for you, like a new tattoo"
it hit me how
much i do
love you
thicker than blood
my love
your name
tattooed
in my heart

[Васй]

Thank you for wonderful poetry today:
some very original, impressive, provoking, genuinely moving and awe inspiring lines - very qualitative poetry today, I love the poems published today very much.

[Booker]

sitting across from you
but only in my mind
sitting across from you
i do it all the time
sitting across from you
but you're not there
sitting across from you
but no one else seems to care
sitting across from you
picturing your deep blue eyes
sitting across from you
lost in the space between you and I
sitting across from you
destroying what little is left
sitting across from you
blaming you for causing all of the rest
sitting across from you
wishing you were here
sitting across from you
never getting used to the fear
sitting across from you
not believing this is real

[kurogane]

sitting across from you
but only in my mind
sitting across from you
i do it all the time
sitting across from you
but you're not there
sitting across from you
but no one else seems to care
sitting across from you
picturing your deep blue eyes
sitting across from you
lost in the space between you and I
sitting across from you
destroying what little is left
sitting across from you
blaming you for causing all of the rest
sitting across from you
wishing you were here
sitting across from you
never getting used to the fear
sitting across from you
not believing this is real


Barf's Up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Васй]

sitting across from you
but only in my mind
sitting across from you
i do it all the time
sitting across from you
but you're not there
sitting across from you
but no one else seems to care
sitting across from you
picturing your deep blue eyes
sitting across from you
lost in the space between you and I
sitting across from you
destroying what little is left
sitting across from you
blaming you for causing all of the rest
sitting across from you
wishing you were here
sitting across from you
never getting used to the fear
sitting across from you
not believing this is real

One more symbolic poem bringing sweet and painful intense sensation in my heart... I am becoming addicted to this thread. Thank you Booker, for the tears you brought to my eyes!


Booker, did you dedicate it to a woman you love??? But you said you were in love with a Japanese girl? She has blue eyes?

[thedioscuri]

Hope sounds...like a doorbell
Or a ringing telephone
It even sounds like weariness
Its the sound of shutting eyelids, a tired sigh
It sounds like the gibberish
Spoken in the background of my mind-
Profound maybe, if only I had an ear for it
It's the sound of trains on traintracks
And the silent tunnels
And all the roads to nowhere
I've taken in search of myself,
In search of someone who knows where I am

[Frostlight]

CIRCLE

The other side of day is night
The other night is behind our eyes
Our other eyes see with intuition
And intuition is bright as the day

I flipped a coin and called it heads
A head foreshadows the body that follows
In following I trailed behind
I paused too long picking up your coin

The opposite of black is white
A white that blinds like sunlit snow
But snow will melt and drain away
Though during daytime, not blackness.

[Booker]

Booker, did you dedicate it to a woman you love??? But you said you were in love with a Japanese girl? She has blue eyes?
just a day in the life of el booker.....

[Booker]

Barf's Up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
pahleez, son, you just jelous because you can't flow like i can flow. you know?

[Dropkick]

Palm readers fortune flounders
Her fish fry as I crack open my eyes
Darkness that loomed runs from my grizzly ruff
Dragons breath and cocoas' rush
Does the days fate carry rifts of joy or splinters of pain
The inside of my hand has a plan

No daves its not a stroking pattern
It one that carries lifes and lives not only in the straight and narrow
Those who follow and the few that lead all but know the answer
For yesterdays' frown is todays' laughter

Tomorrows' pain is todays' rapture
She told me the line is connected to the vain and my heart and brain
Then wind blew and mustered some rain
Well waves crushing winds' thrust brought her to her knees

I laughed and she sloppily slobbered
She looked at the muddy gravel and I the poofy clouds
The rain was ascending from the ground and sunshine lit me eyes
The clouds were bursting with beauty decending upon me
The palm reader became floppy like a flounder
Finally my time to shine and bask in the glory of time

[Dropkick]

As the OP of this thread I would like to thank all those that have contributed. I've been impressed by some of the poems, and I look forward to hearing more from those that have already contributed. Still there are many out there that are still holding back. There is a poet in all of us. I'm waiting for your poem!! You know who you are..

[Васй]

Hope sounds...like a doorbell
Or a ringing telephone
It even sounds like weariness
Its the sound of shutting eyelids, a tired sigh
It sounds like the gibberish
Spoken in the background of my mind-
Profound maybe, if only I had an ear for it
It's the sound of trains on traintracks
And the silent tunnels
And all the roads to nowhere
I've taken in search of myself,
In search of someone who knows where I am

thedioscuri, the dreamy enigmatic poet whose art I adore, your poems are my only sweet delightful present after a troublsome day. You give me my daily dose of pleasure with your verse!

In this poem I see again your so delicate sensitivity and at the same time intense perception of the world. I love the poem and you as a poet.

Can I ask a question about the title of the poem. What does ayut mean?


Vasi

[Васй]

just a day in the life of el booker.....

The poem is appealing and it is a pity, so sad she was only part of you for one day...Maybe she is sad, very sad.

[Васй]

Palm readers fortune flounders
Her fish fry as I crack open my eyes
Darkness that loomed runs from my grizzly ruff
Dragons breath and cocoas' rush
Does the days fate carry rifts of joy or splinters of pain
The inside of my hand has a plan

No daves its not a stroking pattern
It one that carries lifes and lives not only in the straight and narrow
Those who follow and the few that lead all but know the answer
For yesterdays' frown is todays' laughter

Tomorrows' pain is todays' rapture
She told me the line is connected to the vain and my heart and brain
Then wind blew and mustered some rain
Well waves crushing winds' thrust brought her to her knees

I laughed and she sloppily slobbered
She looked at the muddy gravel and I the poofy clouds
The rain was ascending from the ground and sunshine lit me eyes
The clouds were bursting with beauty decending upon me
The palm reader became floppy like a flounder
Finally my time to shine and bask in the glory of time


This poem evokes deep feeling in me, as a poet you and your character have a magnetic and powerful personality - I am attracted to your character very much - because he has the strength to laugh at the destiny and the power to question, challenge and change destiny - very powerful message and speaks of great confidence in your qualities. Striking poetry, extraordinary message and deeply engraved images in my memory - you are incredibly talented and awesome.

[Васй]

CIRCLE

The other side of day is night
The other night is behind our eyes
Our other eyes see with intuition
And intuition is bright as the day

I flipped a coin and called it heads
A head foreshadows the body that follows
In following I trailed behind
I paused too long picking up your coin

The opposite of black is white
A white that blinds like sunlit snow
But snow will melt and drain away
Though during daytime, not blackness.

Thank you Frostlight for your fasciniating new poem too. This poem is engaging in that I had to read again and again to get it, it is like a soulful riddle, an insightful philosphical piece of art, provoking the reader to think. The idea is very original, the form is perfect.

[Васй]

As the OP of this thread I would like to thank all those that have contributed. I've been impressed by some of the poems, and I look forward to hearing more from those that have already contributed. Still there are many out there that are still holding back. There is a poet in all of us. I'm waiting for your poem!! You know who you are..

Thank you OP for this exciting and beautiful thread. Some of the poems make me get up from sleep and read and reread them, some of them make me cry, some smile, all of them are arousing feelings and thoughts. I would like to thank to all the contributors so far - you are so amazing, so talented, and your poetry is really enthralling.

And the dioscuri, i read your deleted poem - it was incredible as all your poetry. I wonder what made you delete it.

Vasi

[thedioscuri]

thedioscuri, the dreamy enigmatic poet whose art I adore, your poems are my only sweet delightful present after a troublsome day. You give me my daily dose of pleasure with your verse!

In this poem I see again your so delicate sensitivity and at the same time intense perception of the world. I love the poem and you as a poet.

Can I ask a question about the title of the poem. What does ayut mean?


Vasi

Thank you Vasi.
AYUT is "as yet untitled". Anytime I can't come up with a name for anything, I just stick with ayut.

[thedioscuri]

Thank you OP for this exciting and beautiful thread. Some of the poems make me get up from sleep and read and reread them, some of them make me cry, some smile, all of them are arousing feelings and thoughts. I would like to thank to all the contributors so far - you are so amazing, so talented, and your poetry is really enthralling.

And the dioscuri, i read your deleted poem - it was incredible as all your poetry. I wonder what made you delete it.

Vasi
I read it after I posted it, and didn't like it so much. It needs work I think.

[Ageless]

Japan, a land of such beauty
some we can touch, others we can see
with our own eyes we look in glee
at the mysteriousness we see
pave our hearts closer to the land
for here we are we stand
wherever we are, in cold or hot
tell me is there any other spot
you would rather be
than here with me
yes, we see the same
language, culture, colour or name
cannot distinguish us from unity
the only difference is how we see
our choices in life on this dear land
Japan, our differences will make a stand.

[thickmick]

My dog is capable of amazing canine feats
It actually schits more than it eats
It has schit in the chair ,the car and the truck
It schits anywhere, it does not give a fuuck.

[thedioscuri]

It for me always starts with a memory
A song maybe,
The remembrance of a kiss
Or a fogotten dream
Something that is of me,
Yet more than I am
And it would bring me sadness
Because for a thing like this, I must be sad
There are reasons to smile I know,
And I do smile,
But there is a purity that can be found in a tear
That is found nowhere else
Maybe that is why the men are killers
The ones who no longer cry
The ones who forgot their tears in childhood,
In innocence
And the woman will shed tears
For her uncrying man
For her unloving man
So we wage love and make war
And my heart breaks for all of them
Most of all my heart breaks for myself
And my lack of tears

[Васй]

It for me always starts with a memory
A song maybe,
The remembrance of a kiss
Or a fogotten dream
Something that is of me,
Yet more than I am
And it would bring me sadness
Because for a thing like this, I must be sad
There are reasons to smile I know,
And I do smile,
But there is a purity that can be found in a tear
That is found nowhere else
Maybe that is why the men are killers
The ones who no longer cry
The ones who forgot their tears in childhood,
In innocence
And the woman will shed tears
For her uncrying man
For her unloving man
So we wage love and make war
And my heart breaks for all of them
Most of all my heart breaks for myself
And my lack of tears

It is a very beautiful poem, thedioscuri, and how true...I was deeply moved by your words.

Crying means love, compassion and generosity, some people lack heart and soul and inflict pain without feeling remorse or understanding of other people's feelings; losing the ability to be moved by other people's pain and suffering, this lack of sympathy and mercy make people do cruel things...

Thank you for touching my heart again and again.

[eku]

tomorrow carries
the richness
of each past day

accumilation of small joys
that ease the pain
of today

[Васй]

Thedioscuri, you are so talented, so amazingly talented...do you yourself realize it how much?!!?

I have just reread your poems in this thread and am struck by the way you convey your feeling, the way you use the words, you have really your own style...I have no words to say how much I like your poems!!!

[Васй]

tomorrow carries
the richness
of each past day

accumilation of small joys
that ease the pain
of today

Thank you Eku for the hope. It is very nice!!

[thedioscuri]

Thedioscuri, you are so talented, so amazingly talented...do you yourself realize it how much?!!?

I have just reread your poems in this thread and am struck by the way you convey your feeling, the way you use the words, you have really your own style...I have no words to say how much I like your poems!!!


As always I thank you. I read your "rantings of an Arabian woman" thread and her poem about men, was just something brilliant. This was sort of a response to it.

Within the limits of my abilities (which I assure you are nowhere near as great as you say) I try to say and share what I'm feeling at the time of writing. I think our emotions are a language we all share, and if you can express that on some level, someone, somewhere will understand and feel what you are saying, no matter how crappy your poetry really is.

This is my favourite poem, http://whitewolf.newcastle.edu.au/words/authors/B/BrowningRobert/verse/menwomen/childeroland.html

Never in a million years could I hope to write anything like it.

[Васй]

As always I thank you. I read your "rantings of an Arabian woman" thread and her poem about men, was just something brilliant. This was sort of a response to it.

Within the limits of my abilities (which I assure you are nowhere near as great as you say) I try to say and share what I'm feeling at the time of writing. I think our emotions are a language we all share, and if you can express that on some level, someone, somewhere will understand and feel what you are saying, no matter how crappy your poetry really is.

This is my favourite poem, http://whitewolf.newcastle.edu.au/words/authors/B/BrowningRobert/verse/menwomen/childeroland.html

Never in a million years could I hope to write anything like it.

Actually believe it or not, when I read the poems of the Arabian woman (she has others and more beautiful poems on her page) I thought of your poems too because of the same feeling I felt when I read them - I was so impressed, and liked them really very much just as I am fascinated with your poems, and that is why I posted her blog here on this forum.

When I read a poem, I can identify my feelings with the feelings of the author but I can never express myself so beautifully and so emotionally, I am just moved and hypnotized - this is the magic of the poetry...

Thanks for your poems, thedioscuri.

P.S. I read the poem you posted a link to. But the language is too difficult for me to understand from the first reading...it is very hard style and language - I have to read it more to understand and appreciate it. Thanks for the link.

[Васй]

Never in a million years could I hope to write anything like it.

You are You, you do not need to write like anybody else, I do not want you to remind me of this dead poet or that one..you are just you - my favourite one.

Vasi

[Dropkick]

Bach does not joke the thedioscuri really is kicking out some sweet poetry. So, thedioscuri where on earth did you learn those poetry skills? Is this natural talent or have you taken some sort of poetry workshop class. Can you give me any suggestions on my poetry?

[Dropkick]

And Bach thank you for supporting our poets so well, without your support this thread would not be half as interesting.

[grin]

oooooooooooooooooooooooo

[thedioscuri]

Bach does not joke the thedioscuri really is kicking out some sweet poetry. So, thedioscuri where on earth did you learn those poetry skills? Is this natural talent or have you taken some sort of poetry workshop class. Can you give me any suggestions on my poetry?

Thanks for calling it skills, but to tell the truth, i just write down whatever it is I'm thinking or feeling, no poetry classes or workshops, just my thougts in the hope that some of what I'm writing doesn't suck beyond all remedy. I tried my hand at writing things traditionally poetically, verse and metre and rhyme and all that, but i got so caught up in counting syllables and trying to make the stuff rhyme that i didn't say anything in the poems. They ended up sounding totally sh!!te and contrived so that was pretty much the end of my would be career as a poet. But writing for fun and for a laugh, saying what you feel that's all the poetry you need dropkick.

Btw thanks for starting this thread man, it kickx ___.

[thedioscuri]

You are You, you do not need to write like anybody else, I do not want you to remind me of this dead poet or that one..you are just you - my favourite one.

Vasi

Thank you Vasi. In truth, i wouldn't even bother trying to write like him, it takes an art and skill that I do not possess.

[BigBrother]

Draining me
My memory
Headache pains her top to bottom
Quenching me
present time
her head solves the problem
pulling me
time frames skip like heart beats
her head is on fire pain surrounds me
null and void me
anytime baby luscious lips
It spikes my vein I'm living in the mainstream
lost her time for me
all this time around me
stop feel the sound in me as my heart be pounding
the reel is spinning with film a flying
lights blaze by me pains inside of me
Heads outside of me to find you.
I feels it pulsing luscious is biting my ____ off
she's a demon I'm a desire
I remember how I got here

Dropkick very nice! Talented I like your poems. I don't get much of a cance to read poems, but your affected me

[BigBrother]

My dog is capable of amazing canine feats
It actually schits more than it eats
It has schit in the chair ,the car and the truck
It schits anywhere, it does not give a fuuck.

Sounds like my cat too! Short and crude poem and like it. It deserves credit amoung the rest!

[Arry Gatto]

Me wife likes to beat me up
In fact now I think about it I enjoy the old scuffufle
Im sitting in a primary school on site talking shite with a bunch of dudes I probably hate

I still enjoy the old times
How I wish this place was still mine
I used to rock the joint blarring hot
red embers burning my nose
Now I turn white
cramp up
not a peep

fork this i need to bleep me teet within the next week
im running in circles looking for what I once had and didnt need.

Am i really getting old?!
It cant be
im not ready to be aged
how the hell do you finish this thing anyways?


Grin, there is some influence of Charles Bukowski in your poem, which i like. This is one of mine. It is about someone on the gaijinpot. I better not say who as they have special protection from the admin. The person has made threats and serious false and damaging allegations about people, accusing them of being child abusers and prostitutes, but continues to post under their username. Others were permanently banned for much, much less.
Anyway, this is a poem about them:

In the reflection of the monitor
the wrinkles lengthen
another day, another night
of living in the past
the click of the mouse, my only friend,
in my mother's empty basement
echoing over the years and the miles
I write something in Kanji
and it makes me giggle
for a while
But it can't disguise the truth
behind all my internet lies:
I am old and alone and despised

[BigBrother]

I am not one for reading poems normally, but I do appreciate the good ones, and the ones that move me. If you can write poems and move people - I salute you! Keep up your crative talent folks. I read a poem on a train once travelling from London. A long time ago. I don't know who wrote it, but I can still remember it from all those years ago. It was written next to the Emergency Button (Well chain in those days) The fine for pulling the chain falsely was 20 pounds. It went like this

"If you have twenty pounds to spare, pull the chain and have a dare, if 20 pounds you do not own, leave the fu*cking thing alone!" I do not know who wrote it!

You see I can not create poetry, but can recite some of them. Who knows some day I may be reciting yours. Permission to do so? Keep it up all you wonderful talented people!

[BigBrother]

I could find neither the paper nor the pen
So I lost the words
What remained was this feeling,
Something should be said, some story told
If for nothing more than to fill the space
That emptiness where her hands should be
But they are not
And this cold-
It is not just the howling wind
Not just the raindrops
It is the cold of alone, and the blackest of blackholes
The nothingness of time and space
All the things I am missing that I never had
Loves lost, tears shed
Scream for me, weep for me
But please do not forget me
Too long have I gone unremembered

Very touching, talented! Thank you for enjoyment I got from reading it! There is a lot of talent out there! Much of it gone unnoticed and wasted.

[Sappho]

Who are you?
Look at yourself in my eyes broken by the pain -
and see your thousands reflections.
This is you - cruel and sharp as a knife,
kind and tender, scared and lonely.
Look into my eyes - this is the color of love,
You will find yourself in each of my tears.
Taste my tears - this is the taste of love,
bitter and sweet, never ceasing.

Though they say to be happy I must unroll the time
to the point when your image was one -
I want to remember you always like this,
as seen through my eyes broken by pain.
I won't gather the pieces to make an ideal of you -
You will never fit one single image.
I want to surround myself with your thousand reflections,
when you are not with me anymore.

Σαπφώ

[Sappho]

In truth, i wouldn't even bother trying to write like him, it takes an art and skill that I do not possess.

You are wonderful. Please write more!
Σαπφώ

[thedioscuri]

You are wonderful. Please write more!
Σαπφώ

I've been given a major complex after reading your poem. It was great, painful, and quite true. I know the feeling. I love this line

"I want to remember you always like this,
as seen through my eyes broken by pain.
I won't gather the pieces to make an ideal of you"

I have something similar i have been trying to write, but it's still very much a work in progress. I am slightly stuck with the words.

(I don't like it yet, but I'm hoping I can get to finishing it soon)

This is it so far;

AYUF?AYUT?

For better or worse
My memories of you recede
You become one of the greatest hits of my imagination
You disappear
The sound of your voice, the colour of your eyes,
The taste of your skin
The smell you left behind in my memory
Your face-
Were you as beautiful as I remember?
Were you more so?
Did I really love you?
Why?
Always the many questions why?
I leave my heart to fill in the blanks,
with pain or loss, or both,
Yet still you fade,
You become this dream I had
Like every dream
You change with the viewing,
Change with the remembrance of
Till the day comes when,
All that remains of you is a name,
And a heart that aches for what it knows not


(It doesn't sound the way i want it too, so I still have work to do on it)

[thedioscuri]

This is a poem about butterflies-
There are none
But I'm sure if there were
They'd be beautiful
All wings and things,
Gentle breezes and sunshine
I don't think I've ever seen a butterfly in the rain
But I'm sure it too would be just as beautiful
Don't get me wrong I love the rain
I really do,
But this is a poem about butterflies,
There are none

[Sappho]

Dioscuri, I like your poem even if you think that is unfinished because it is very beautiful and conveys the sad emotion you feel.

I return back a poem which expresses my feelings too.

I hate the dark underground stations,
They resemble the black kingdom of Hades:
I should not look after you, the legend says
Otherwise you will not come back to me.
But I will stay in front of the station,
Unable to take my eyes off of you -
My eyes - projectors of pain on the boards,
sending my good bye message to you.
I will fall on the stairs with my last strength,
And if you see me in your thoughts or dreams
I would like you to remember my pale silhoette
waiting on the stairs hopelesly for you.
I am punished by God for that last look -
But I will not ask Him for any forgiveness
Because I have no regret that for one short day
I was everything for you.

Σαπφώ

please answer back.

[Sappho]

This is a poem about butterflies-
There are none
But I'm sure if there were
They'd be beautiful
All wings and things,
Gentle breezes and sunshine
I don't think I've ever seen a butterfly in the rain
But I'm sure it too would be just as beautiful
Don't get me wrong I love the rain
I really do,
But this is a poem about butterflies,
There are none

Very beautiful poem Dioscuri, I am sure that you will see butterflies in the rain someday. Your beautiful bright verse will make them appear in the rain - please do not lose them...

Σαπφώ

[Sappho]

Yet still you fade,
You become this dream I had
Like every dream
You change with the viewing,
Change with the remembrance of
Till the day comes when,
All that remains of you is a name,
And a heart that aches for what it knows not


(It doesn't sound the way i want it too, so I still have work to do on it)

The end is very beautiful though painful...I wonder if the more one wants to become unforgettable, the more easier is to be forgotten...

Thanks Dioscuri, my inspiration.

[thedioscuri]

The end is very beautiful though painful...I wonder if the more one wants to become unforgettable, the more easier is to be forgotten...

Thanks Dioscuri, my inspiration.

That is a very profound question, and one i ask myself often. But i don't think we speak about a vain unforgettability, one that is governed in equal measures by vanity and insecurity.

I think it's a great part of our quest as human beings to find love, and it is in that love we wish to be remembered. We seek someone who will love us enough to remember us. Not because we are special in and of ourselves, but because to that person we are special, and worth remembering.

[thedioscuri]

Very touching, talented! Thank you for enjoyment I got from reading it! There is a lot of talent out there! Much of it gone unnoticed and wasted.

Thank you BB. What do you find inspiring?

[Sappho]

I think it's a great part of our quest as human beings to find love, and it is in that love we wish to be remembered. We seek someone who will love us enough to remember us. Not because we are special in and of ourselves, but because to that person we are special, and worth remembering.

Love plays sad jokes sometimes, i think that when I want to be unforgettable to somebody, I end up with a reverse effect because that somebody easily forgets me but it is hard for me to forget that person even if I want to.

[thedioscuri]

Grin, there is some influence of Charles Bukowski in your poem, which i like. This is one of mine. It is about someone on the gaijinpot. I better not say who as they have special protection from the admin. The person has made threats and serious false and damaging allegations about people, accusing them of being child abusers and prostitutes, but continues to post under their username. Others were permanently banned for much, much less.
Anyway, this is a poem about them:

In the reflection of the monitor
the wrinkles lengthen
another day, another night
of living in the past
the click of the mouse, my only friend,
in my mother's empty basement
echoing over the years and the miles
I write something in Kanji
and it makes me giggle
for a while
But it can't disguise the truth
behind all my internet lies:
I am old and alone and despised


I find the sentiments you both share to be well on the mark

I don't know if I am getting old, but my mind is starting to feel somewhat aged.
"Alone and despised", spreads like the flu.


Alone: A definition (sort of)

Alone is a place between nightfall and dawn
A tear that takes forever to shed
A silent sigh, an empty bed-
Empty save for me
It is the space between here and in-between
The last moment between wakefulness and sleep
It is your tired eyes
And the mournful way you seem to breathe
The sound of the clock, tick-tocking away in the darkness


Alone is the sound of someone elses laughter
Someone elses lovemaking
It is the ghost of midnight come quietly haunting
Alone is the sleep that doesn't come
Tired and weary though you are

Alone is like the Kanji you can't read
Everything you wish you were a part of
But aren't
All the things you wish you understood

Alone is the silence of the grave
It is either that,
Or it's the one in your apartment
It is the telephone that doesn't ring
No matter how hard or how long you stare at it
In the end
Alone is you, you sad man
Alone is you

[Sappho]

Alone: A definition (sort of)

Alone is a place between nightfall and dawn
A tear that takes forever to shed
A silent sigh, an empty bed-
Empty save for me
It is the space between here and in-between
The last moment between wakefulness and sleep
It is your tired eyes
And the mournful way you seem to breathe
The sound of the clock, tick-tocking away in the darkness


Alone is the sound of someone elses laughter
Someone elses lovemaking
It is the ghost of midnight come quietly haunting
Alone is the sleep that doesn't come
Tired and weary though you are

Alone is like the Kanji you can't read
Everything you wish you were a part of
But aren't
All the things you wish you understood

Alone is the silence of the grave
It is either that,
Or it's the one in your apartment
It is the telephone that doesn't ring
No matter how hard or how long you stare at it
In the end
Alone is you, you sad man
Alone is you

So beautiful, so sublime - I can cry reading it. Thank you, the Dioscuri, the mysterious poet who does not fail to impress me every day.
Thanks.

[thedioscuri]

Love plays sad jokes sometimes, i think that when I want to be unforgettable to somebody, I end up with a reverse effect because that somebody easily forgets me but it is hard for me to forget that person even if I want to.

I fully understand what you mean. What I have come to understand is that, it isn't a choice you can make about yourself, it is a choice someone has to make about you.

[Sappho]

I fully understand what you mean. What I have come to understand is that, it isn't a choice you can make about yourself, it is a choice someone has to make about you.

Yes, love is different from everything else - in other endeavours we can make an effort and can get a positive result proportional to the effort, we can control the outcome, but in love - it is out of our control, even if we try hard to be liked it can lead only to the opposite response if the person we love does not care about us. In this case we have nothing to do but to accept it. If there is no magic both sides feel, it is unrequited love, at least it can lead to some poetry...if this is some consolation.

P.S
Again I want to say - your last poem was a masterpiece for me. One of the best you have published online, one that makes me earnestly deeply sad and moved to tears.

[kurogane]

If you love something, set it free
If it comes back, it means it couldn't find anything better.

If it doesn't, it means you're one step closer to being just me.

[Frostlight]

This is addictive!

I had a little tile
And it took a leaky while
In putting two and two together in the bath
But when it came up only four
I had to think a little more
Because by now my spa had drained itself by half.

When the level of my water
Dipped a bit below a quarter
Leaving bubbles high and dry upon my knees
I thought: "It's getting quite insane
"Because I'm sure I blocked the drain
"Some time last week with Aunty's onion rings and peas."

But soon I wallowed in the dregs
With wrinkly toes and soapy legs
And wondered if it would refill with old champagne
Or if a petal-dusted bowl
Would somehow work and stop the hole
From which my water left to trickle down the drain.

And then the moment was inspired
Because my bathroom floor was mired
From all the water I saw flooding out the door
I thus stood up to slosh around
And now by tracing what I found
I came across the leaky tile upon the floor.

Well, it really made my day
And from now on I'm glad to say
I hired a hand that very week to fix my spa
And yes, he fixed my little tile
For free he even gave a smile
And we've been going out since Thursday.

[Васй]

If you love something, set it free
If it comes back, it means it couldn't find anything better.

If it doesn't, it means you're one step closer to being just me.

Kurogane - this is the only good advice I have heard from you (so far).

[Hijinx]

Kurogane - this is the only good advice I have heard from you (so far).


So Kuro, you're anonymous?

[Marius_JP]

Your boss left office,
Swing your golfclub on plattform,
JR gets you home

[Васй]

Your boss left office,
Swing your golfclub on plattform,
JR gets you home

This is funny! Thanks! :)

[Sappho]

Yesterday was Oct 26th - the day of Greek Goddess Dimitir (Demeter, Demetra) whom I worship dearly and I dedicate my poem to the great Her. :p

NB: /From the wikipedia/:
Δημήτηρ, "mother-earth" is the Greek goddess of agriculture, the pure nourisher of youth and the green earth, the health-giving cycle of life and death, and preserver of marriage and the sacred law. She is invoked as the "bringer of seasons".


Tonight I shall not sleep
Tonight I shall watch the sky
because the ancients say
If the bright Moon draws
a perfect circle in the sky
The winter will be mild
The spring will come quickly
The honey will be sweet
the wine - so rich and spicy
And our love - complete.

With weary eyes I watch the sky
But I cannot find a moon nor stars,
all i can see is clouds and clouds.
Exhausted I fall asleep and dream
A bright and shiny moon
drawing perfect circles in clear skies
In my dream I laugh and smile
But in the morning all I find
is a pillow wet of tears.

I get up at dawn and pick up white roses
to pray for your safe return.

Σαπφώ

[thedioscuri]

Yesterday was Oct 26th - the day of Greek Goddess Dimitir (Demeter, Demetra) whom I worship dearly and I dedicate my poem to the great Her. :p

NB: /From the wikipedia/:
Δημήτηρ, "mother-earth" is the Greek goddess of agriculture, the pure nourisher of youth and the green earth, the health-giving cycle of life and death, and preserver of marriage and the sacred law. She is invoked as the "bringer of seasons".


Tonight I shall not sleep
Tonight I shall watch the sky
because the ancients say
If the bright Moon draws
a perfect circle in the sky
The winter will be mild
The spring will come quickly
The honey will be sweet
the wine - so rich and spicy
And our love - complete.

With weary eyes I watch the sky
But I cannot find a moon nor stars,
all i can see is clouds and clouds.
Exhausted I fall asleep and dream
A bright and shiny moon
drawing perfect circles in clear skies
In my dream I laugh and smile
But in the morning all I find
is a pillow wet of tears.

I get up at dawn and pick up white roses
to pray for your safe return.

Σαπφώ


It is in a man's nature
To lust after his goddess
Does he not believe that the answers he seeks
Lay somewhere upon her lips
Is that not the thread Clotho spins for him?
For in her, he finds the perfection of the form
His craving from womb to tomb
In every man lays Icharus,
Flying too near the sun
As much for its warmth,
As for his destruction,
Which he knows must come
Which he knows he must embrace
Yet he must have his goddess in his arms
Though Zeus strike him down to a cinder
Cinder he must be,
But he will have his kiss
He will have his answers
For in this, though they differ in all else,
Castor and Polydeuces both share equally
Fools before their goddess,
But does also not the goddess herself
Return their love
Is their mortality not beautiful also to the goddess
The male who bleeds blood from a beating heart
Is there not a lust in her too for him
For his mortality,
For his worship
For the goddess ceases to be the goddess
Without a lustful man and his love

[mcalpine]

drip drop drip drop . listen to the rain drop. drinking milk from ice cold titties. no soul no life no spirit no culture. everybody is so cold. god where are you.

bathe me in an onsen. heal my wounds. pump my _____. wean me from my five fingered jesus. i grievouth. give me, give me, give me, receiveth. nothing for you in return for your keenes.

it all makes sense to me now.

[Time22]

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[Sappho]

It is in a man's nature
To lust after his goddess
Does he not believe that the answers he seeks
Lay somewhere upon her lips
That is the thread Clotho spins for him
In her he finds the perfection of the form
His craving from womb to tomb
In every man lays Icharus,
Flying too near the sun
As much for its warmth,
As for his destruction,
Which he knows must come
Which he knows he must embrace
Yet he must have his goddess in his arms
Though Zeus strike him down to a cinder
Cinder he must be,
But he will have his kiss
He will have his answers
For in this, though they differ in all else,
Castor and Polydeuces both share equally
Fools before their goddess,
But does also not the goddess herself
Return their love
Is their mortality not beautiful also to the goddess
The male who bleeds blood from a beating heart
Is there not a lust in her too for him
For his mortality,
For his worship
For the goddess ceases to be the goddess
Without a lustful man and his love


Every woman dreams to be Kyrene,
the greatest love of Appolo,
the Master of the lyre and the verse.
Kyrene - the huntress and the queen-
in the ancient scripts you will read
was kidnapped by the God of Sun.
But I know for sure she followed him
without a struggle and resistance,
and entered his firy carriage by her own will.
And if a huntress-goddess cannot resist
the temptation to fall in love,
and eagerly become a slave of a man -
how can I resist you
when your kiss is stronger than the wine
and your verse is sweeter than the one
written by the God of Sun?
So I will gladly satisfy your lust
with ambrosia, nectar and body
and welcome the pain that will follow.

A woman can't become a woman without a pain,
Yet a woman will gladly submit herself
to a man and the pain he brings.
For a woman love starts and ends with pain,
Yet happy is the woman who knows this pain.

Σαπφώ

[thedioscuri]

Forget

beloved one's unspeakable name
forbidden unholy spirit
disrespected invisible flame
the untold story thus exist

wonder why it sounded like home
a place so near yet untouchable
memories that's lost in the tomb
wonder how the chill's never failed

faceless strangers were walking backwards
an illusion would cost me shudder
as it's seen didn't feel the awkwards
like the shadows beneath the shutter

if there was love, it was a curse
if there was promise, broken as a crust
if there was lust, for doomed it would be served
if there was future, it was in the past

i sold my soul to buy me loneliness
it was stunning befriended me not
the sadness so cold yet grown to fairness
despised thus embracement could afford

i wish you would always be there
yet i'd pray you knew me not
i hope then there would i ever care
forever oh so help me God

endless time seems to be immortal
yet i vowed to fly together
impossible is not denial
thus let me stay alive forever

i were there, i know i'd been there
the darkness felt irresistably shy
linger secret was drown to dare
it'll float even if i'd ever die


I bleed if you bleed
The blood will flow
For whom, why, where or what
I do not now
These wounds will heal
But oh so slow
But the scars you leave
Will never go

[kurogane]

To the tune of Hirai Ken's "I wanna be a pop star"

I wanna be a porn star
kimi wo motto
oku wo fukaku horankcha
kimi dake no porn star

ahh, you get the drift

[diva]

Mary had a little lamb
But it was always grunting
She tied it to a 5-bar gate
And kicked its little ____ in.

[Hijinx]

Mary had a little lamb,
a salad and some pie.
A ewe came for her little one,
Mary had to lie.

[Sappho]

Ask me how I am and I will say
that everything is fine and normal.
I still flirt and joke
and pull the world
in the hole of my mischief.
I still wink and show my tongue
to people staring at me.
I still push 10 bikes in a row
into a cascade of crashing sounds.
I still swim in the opposite lane
And say to the funny guy at Wendy's
to pour more coke into my glass
just to see his embarassed face.
I still steal flowers
from the neighbour's garden
under his angry glance.
Ask me how I am and I will say
Everything is normal,
I smile and run my daily errands
just as before.

Ask me how I am and I will say a lie
for your own sake.

[Marius_JP]

On JR today,
A reward for my hard work,
Feeling up schoolgirls

[Marius_JP]

What are you thinking,
Staring with big eyes like that,
I'm your first stalker?

[Васй]

I bleed if you bleed
The blood will flow
For whom, why, where or what
I do not now
These wounds will heal
But oh so slow
But the scars you leave
Will never go

I like this poem very much, Dioscuri...

I do not know why but of all the nice poems published here in this thread, only yours never fail to move me, no matter what you write - it goes straight to my soul and heart, you send waves of emotions all over my body.

Thank you - please continue to write, now I come to this page just to read your next exciting poem and to feel the pleasure to touch your soul through your poems.

[Васй]

It is in a man's nature
To lust after his goddess
Does he not believe that the answers he seeks
Lay somewhere upon her lips
That is the thread Clotho spins for him
In her he finds the perfection of the form
His craving from womb to tomb
In every man lays Icharus,
Flying too near the sun
As much for its warmth,
As for his destruction,
Which he knows must come
Which he knows he must embrace
Yet he must have his goddess in his arms
Though Zeus strike him down to a cinder
Cinder he must be,
But he will have his kiss
He will have his answers
For in this, though they differ in all else,
Castor and Polydeuces both share equally
Fools before their goddess,
But does also not the goddess herself
Return their love
Is their mortality not beautiful also to the goddess
The male who bleeds blood from a beating heart
Is there not a lust in her too for him
For his mortality,
For his worship
For the goddess ceases to be the goddess
Without a lustful man and his love

Dioscuri, it seems you write with such a lightedness, in one breath you pour all your emotions into beautiful and touching words, that is why it is such a delight to read your poems, so original, fresh and expressive. I think you are a person who is deeply impressed by everything and turns everything in poetry and music.

[Васй]

Forget

beloved one's unspeakable name
forbidden unholy spirit
disrespected invisible flame
the untold story thus exist

wonder why it sounded like home
a place so near yet untouchable
memories that's lost in the tomb
wonder how the chill's never failed

faceless strangers were walking backwards
an illusion would cost me shudder
as it's seen didn't feel the awkwards
like the shadows beneath the shutter

if there was love, it was a curse
if there was promise, broken as a crust
if there was lust, for doomed it would be served
if there was future, it was in the past

i sold my soul to buy me loneliness
it was stunning befriended me not
the sadness so cold yet grown to fairness
despised thus embracement could afford

i wish you would always be there
yet i'd pray you knew me not
i hope then there would i ever care
forever oh so help me God

endless time seems to be immortal
yet i vowed to fly together
impossible is not denial
thus let me stay alive forever

i were there, i know i'd been there
the darkness felt irresistably shy
linger secret was drown to dare
it'll float even if i'd ever die

Time22 - thank you for this beautiful and moving, dark and serious poem. Please continue to bring more of your world to GP. Thanks!!

[Васй]

Thanks for calling it skills, but to tell the truth, i just write down whatever it is I'm thinking or feeling, no poetry classes or workshops, just my thougts in the hope that some of what I'm writing doesn't suck beyond all remedy. I tried my hand at writing things traditionally poetically, verse and metre and rhyme and all that, but i got so caught up in counting syllables and trying to make the stuff rhyme that i didn't say anything in the poems. They ended up sounding totally sh!!te and contrived so that was pretty much the end of my would be career as a poet. But writing for fun and for a laugh, saying what you feel that's all the poetry you need dropkick.

Btw thanks for starting this thread man, it kickx ___.

Dioscuri is a born poet and does not need skills and techniques because he sees the world differently than us and and is able to convey what he sees and feels in his poems. Even if i do not understand and know English as a native speaker, I understand the feeling, the images and the words without dictionary or need of further interpretation - I think this is the goal of the poetry - to touch the people even if we have different languages and cultures because we are all human.

[Hijinx]

I like this poem very much, Dioscuri...

I do not know why but of all the nice poems published here in this thread, only yours never fail to move me, no matter what you write - it goes straight to my soul and heart, you send waves of emotions all over my body.

Thank you - please continue to write, now I come to this page just to read your next exciting poem and to feel the pleasure to touch your soul through your poems.


You are a Vampire, right?

[Васй]

You are a Vampire, right?

There are no Vampires - and there is a mathematical proof of it. If there is one Vampire on the Earth and he drinks the blood of another person whom he infects, then the infection will progress very quickly and all the population will become soon vampires - which is not the case.

[Hijinx]

There are no Vampires - and there is a mathematical proof of it. If there is one Vampire on the Earth and he drinks the blood of another person whom he infects, then the infection will progress very quickly and all the population will become soon vampires - which is not the case.


Says you, blood sucker.

[thedioscuri]

Dioscuri is a born poet and does not need skills and techniques because he sees the world differently than us and and is able to convey what he sees and feels in his poems. Even if i do not understand and know English as a native speaker, I understand the feeling, the images and the words without dictionary or need of further interpretation - I think this is the goal of the poetry - to touch the people even if we have different languages and cultures because we are all human.


Well Vasi, you disappeared a bit. How've you been?
What's our resident muse been up to?

[Васй]

Well Vasi, you disappeared a bit. How've you been?
What's our resident muse been up to?

I was very unwell...sorry

[longtime lurker]

I was very unwell...sorry
Vasi sleeps while
Sappho posts
declarations of love
two women
in one body
pretending to fight
over one man
so that he
can feel bigger
than he was

two women
in one body
pretending to fight
over one
man
hoping that he
will declare
his own love
to the right one
in order
to prove
that love is real

but love
twisted and convoluted cherub
laughs and watches
while the man
inflates
with lust for more
than just two women
pretending to fight
in one lonely body.

[Васй]

TheDioscuri does not need anybody to inflate artificially his confidence because he has the extraordinary qualities, deep sensitivity, unique perception and the creative power of a real and gifted poet. He has his own original style and I hope to read more of his so exquisite poems - whom he loves, who impresses him is not the point - the important thing is that the outcome is superb - real and moving poetry which goes to the heart!

Vasi

[Sappho]

Longtime Lurker,

It deeply saddens me when I see ignorant people like you who do not know anything about the Greek Mythology. Even first graders should know that theDioscuri is not one man but two men.

[Tomoko the tapeworm]

I like to read poems.
GP has some beautiful minds.
Thanks, pal.

So please write me and us all a poem.
Righto then. This poem, which I composed myself in Greek aortic pentameter, is called "My Knob."




"My Knob."

- a poem by Tomoko the tapeworm.

My knob.
My filthy great knob.


The End.


Thank you.

- Tomoko the tapeworm.

[Time22]

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[MaryPersona]

this is an awesome thread! Glad I found it. I'll have to work on some stuff to post here....

[Time22]

************

[Васй]

Very nice poems, Time22, thank you very much.

[Hijinx]

BacN is very polite.

[Васй]

BacN is very polite.

Hijinx, please stop teasing, my english maybe is strange, I do not know how to express in English that I really like the poems without sounding only polite, I really like the poems and what I say is not an obligatory courtsey. I can relate to the ugly girl on the platform, it is maybe me.

Also, Time22's English is much better than mine, she speaks like a native speaker and writes poetry like a native speaker of english.

[Hijinx]

Hijinx, please stop teasing, my english maybe is strange, I do not know how to express in English that I really like the poems without sounding like only polite, I really like the poems and this true. I can relate to the ugly girl on the platform, it is maybe me.


Also, Time22's English is much better than mine, she speaks like a native speaker and writes poetry like a native speaker of english.


You do not want to sound polite?

[Васй]

You do not want to sound polite?

No, I do not want to sound so much polite as sincere.
I like the poem "Walk" because I feel exactly the same as the character of the poem...

[Hijinx]

No, I do not want to sound so much polite as sincere.
I like the poem "Walk" because I feel exactly the same as the character of the poem...

But the poem was drippy and sappy; do you feel drippy and sappy?

[Hijinx]

Here's a poem I wrote for you, BacN;

Lying, thinking

Last night

How to find my soul a home

Where water is not thirsty

And bread loaf is not stone

I came up with one thing

And I don't believe I'm wrong

That nobody,

But nobody

Can make it out here alone.



Alone, all alone

Nobody, but nobody

Can make it out here alone.



There are some millionaires

With money they can't use

Their wives run round like banshees

Their children sing the blues

They've got expensive doctors

To cure their hearts of stone.

But nobody

No, nobody

Can make it out here alone.



Alone, all alone

Nobody, but nobody

Can make it out here alone.



Now if you listen closely

I'll tell you what I know

Storm clouds are gathering

The wind is gonna blow

The race of man is suffering

And I can hear the moan,

'Cause nobody,

But nobody

Can make it out here alone.



Alone, all alone

Nobody, but nobody

Can make it out here alone.

[Васй]

Hijinx, I hope you find somebody so that you can make it.

[Hijinx]

Hijinx, I hope you find somebody so that you can make it.

If I can make it there
I'll make it anywhere

[Васй]

Hijinx, your poem is very good! Thanks for posting it. It is more like a song. Are you also a song writer?

[Tomoko the tapeworm]

If I can make it there
I'll make it anywhere
You can do it, Hijinx.

You can make it!

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/Bent/maryhat-s.jpg

"You're gonna make it after all!"

[Hijinx]

You can do it, Hijinx.

You can make it!

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/Bent/maryhat-s.jpg

"You're gonna make it after all!"

You're a little off, but, LOL anyway:

Maybe I can turn the world on with my smile?

[Hoboken]

Taken by a song from A Perfect Circle.

little angel go away
Come again some other day
The devil has my ear today
I cannot hear a word you say
I promise I will fight a little
some solice and some peace of mind
Whatever, just as long as I don't feel so
Desparate and Lonely
Weak and Lonely
Over you

And mine...

Deliberate, illeterate retarded little punk
Diabolical, illogical disgusting little skunk
I'll sever both your testicles
and stuff them up your nose
Cut off all your fingers
and chop off all your toes
Mail your toes to your mother
your fingers to your preacher
Welcome to hell your little sh*tstain
I'm your English teacher!

The end...

[Bye-Bye kin]

Here's a poem I wrote for you, BacN;

Lying, thinking

Last night

How to find my soul a home

Where water is not thirsty

And bread loaf is not stone

I came up with one thing

And I don't believe I'm wrong

That nobody,

But nobody

Can make it out here alone.



Alone, all alone

Nobody, but nobody

Can make it out here alone.



There are some millionaires

With money they can't use

Their wives run round like banshees

Their children sing the blues

They've got expensive doctors

To cure their hearts of stone.

But nobody

No, nobody

Can make it out here alone.



Alone, all alone

Nobody, but nobody

Can make it out here alone.



Now if you listen closely

I'll tell you what I know

Storm clouds are gathering

The wind is gonna blow

The race of man is suffering

And I can hear the moan,

'Cause nobody,

But nobody

Can make it out here alone.



Alone, all alone

Nobody, but nobody

Can make it out here alone.

Hijinx, me smells a plagiarist.

[Mr Harry Gatto]

Poor Hijinx, if he ain't stealing your bike, he's stealing your poem. What a sad LOSER.

[Hijinx]

Hijinx, me smells a plagiarist.


LMFAO!

:o I's been found out. :o Notice, though, that BacN had not a clue.

[Васй]

LMFAO!

I's been found out. :o Notice, though, that BacN had not a clue.

:( :( :( crying

[Mr Harry Gatto]

Actually, the poem is so bad that I thought you had written it. Though then again, I guess you wouldn't write a bad poem when it was easier to steal one.

[Frostlight]

I am now addicted to writing poetry, thanks to GP. :D

UNDEFINED

I wrote a song; a song I wrote
and here it all begins
I left my hairbrush on the sand
and let it grow some fins
It swam away that fragile day
with spiky hairbrush prongs
and floated out to sea and spray
to where it now belongs

I danced a dance; a dance I tripped
upon the steppes of Pye
where teardrops trickled from the clouds
and merged into my eye
My merry jig entranced the fruit
that budded on the trees
recalling back their youthful days
as pollen, buds and seeds

I drew a skit; a play I made
for crowds who were not there
An audience that won't exist
is always very fair
Some wild applause I did receive
Ovations on two feet
They hung on every single word
and vanished in defeat

I sang my song, I danced my jig
I acted out my part
and all around me wilderness
regained its blurry heart
For all the world was undefined
and cradled in its nest
until a song could draw it out -
to you, I'll leave the rest.

[Василисия]

Where is the Dioscuri, my favourite poet?
Looking forward to reading your poems...

[Time22]

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[joseph06]

i think you are all akin of shakespeare hahahaha...

very talented...

[ChrisElliot2000]

Oh ,the botfly, he shags sheep.
He shags them up the arse.
Shags them seven shades of sideways,
shags them on the grass.

Oh ,the botfly, he shags sheep.
Shags them up the Khyber.
Shags them with no specs on,
nicknames em' Lady Godiva.

Oh ,the botfly, he shags sheep.
Shags them in the mud.
Shags them on a smoko break then
has them pull his pud.

oh the botfly he shags sheep
he shags them on the grass
he turns them on their woolly backs
and shags them up the arse

oh the botfly he shags sheep
____s em up the ___
sometimes in the forest
and sometimes on the grass

oh the botfly he shags sheep
he keeps a mighty flock
he shears their juicy hirsute bits
and ____s em with his ____

oh the botfly he shags goats
he grabs them by the horn
he shows them all his swollen scrotes
that have been freshly shawn

oh the botfly he shags cows
he shags em with his head
he climbs inside their spacious ____s
and ____s em till they're dead

oh the botfly he shags budgies
____s 'em off their perch
makes some wanger yakitori
Is that allowed in church?

oh the botfly he hates threads
he cuts em up midway
gets out his little sewing kit
and cuts those threads away

Oh ,the botfly, he shags sheep.
He shows them a good time.
He's finished in 15 seconds flat
then showers them with urine.

oh, the botfly, he shags men
he shags em in the ring
because his ____ is tiny
they dont feel a thing.

Ohhh, the Botfly he shags trannies
he works it up the rear
reaches round to finish them off
then anally injests a beer.

oh, the botfly, he shags chickens
he shags them long and hard
he sticks em onto his bell end
and parades around the yard

oh, the botfly, he blows monkeys
he sucks them in the trees
hes filmed by david attenborough
while hes on his knees.

oh the botfly he shags sheep
he grabs their woolly locks
he throws them over cliffs
and saves them by their cocks

oh the botfly he ____s dogs
he nails their tiny butts
he uses them for condoms
for all the sheep he ruts

Oh the Botlfy he shags blokes
he likes to shag a poof
he spreads apart their hairy cheeks
to insert his size 10 hoof

Ohhh the Botlfy he can’t get enough
he likes his diddling men REALLY loose
and preens his lolly feathers afterwards
what a poser of a goose

Oh the Botfly's he shags rats
in a wide-brimmed fedorah hat
he spreads the legs so wide apart
then ____s the little twats

Oh, the botfly he shags sheep.
He porks them in their pen.
Fiddles with their muddy back passages then
shakes hands with Shonai Ben.

Oh, the botfly he shags cocks.
He jellies up their tracts.
If he's out of negligent chloroform
then he strangles them with flax.

oh the botfly he shags grannies
one was a hundred and ten
he also likes to do trannies
cause they don't look like men

oh, the botfly he shags mongols
he shags them in the ___
and while theyre lickin windows
their heads go through the glass.

oh, the botfly he roots jam jars.
sticks his wang right in.
does not even touch the side,
his todger's way too thin.

oh, the botfly he shags egg yolks.
greasy and runny with smeg.
viscous film a-go-go,
all hail botfly's tiny wee third leg.

oh, the botfly he shags Japanese inserts
puts on his LP vinyl suit
with the easy access lolly flap
he thinks todger paper cuts are cute

Oh the Botfly he shags watermelons
he makes a little hole
but the pips stuck in his ____ eye
begin to take their toll

Oh the Botfly he shags jack-o-lanterns
He pokes them in the eye
and when he's got his marbles off
he makes a pumpkin pie.

oh the botfly he shags hoovers
he shags them in the hose
the suction cleans his knob so well his bell end almost glows.

Oh the Botfly he shags it all
Completely missionary
None of that back door action
He's not a ____en fairy

Oh the Botfly loves positions
he is partial to some doggy
but the silly pricked was pissed one night
and tried it on a moggy

oh the Botfly he shags spider monkeys
reverse cowgirl is where it’s at
uses their tails to tickle his balls
pull’s out and spooges on the back door mat

oh the botfly he shags budgies
he shoves them on his ____
he loves the feeling so much
he's going to buy a flock

Oh the Botfly he shags baby seals
by whispering to them sweet lies
and just when he's about to come
clubs them between the eyes.

oh the botfly he ____s jesus
he ____s him night and day
yadda yadda yadda
blah blah blah blah gay.

ohhhh the botfly he ____s aquatic mammals
he gets a rigid horn over male dugongs
no kissing, just whips it in - whips it out and
slaps them on the nuts with his thongs

Oh, the botfly, he shags fish.
Rogers their little gills.
Works his knob into those slits
then dries them on window sills.

oh...the....botfly, he shags pringles
he ____s em in the tubes
they get a little crunchy
so he combs em out his pubes.

Oh the Botlfy he shags cheezels
he slips them on his nob
when he blows the spoof comes out
in a yellow cheezy glob

oh the botfly he shags beer
he shags it in the can
the lid can be quite sharp tho
so he cuts his little man.

Oh the botfly he shags record holes.
Spins them with great glee.
Then gets the ____s stuck on his knob
and has an interesting pee.

oh the botfly felches cats
said "it's better than porn"
one day he up-chucked his guts
when all there was was corn

oh the Bofly ____s horses
he stands upon a stool
and lifts up their bushy tails
to insert his rigid tool

Oh the Botfly he shags wildebeasts,
He sits on their big fat horns
and when his ___ is good and stretched
he mounts the head on his citroen

[Tomoko the tapeworm]

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/Bent/sheep.jpg

[Василисия]

Thanks, Time22,


I like especially these lines of your poem:

i got a secret no one's ever told
that i had killed even beloved ones
they'd betrayed for loving what i am
and called me the meanest for not loving back

these words make me shiver, it was the most impressive part of your poem for me!!!
After I read your poem, I feel sadness and coldness...just as the weather outside the window of my room - cloudy and dark and rainy...I do not know why but these words make me cry.

[Василисия]

Oh ,the botfly, he shags sheep.
He shags them up the arse.
Shags them seven shades of sideways,
shags them on the grass.

Oh ,the botfly, he shags sheep.
Shags them up the Khyber.
Shags them with no specs on,
nicknames em' Lady Godiva.

Oh ,the botfly, he shags sheep.
Shags them in the mud.
Shags them on a smoko break then
has them pull his pud.

oh the botfly he shags sheep
he shags them on the grass
he turns them on their woolly backs
and shags them up the arse

oh the botfly he shags sheep
____s em up the ___
sometimes in the forest
and sometimes on the grass

oh the botfly he shags sheep
he keeps a mighty flock
he shears their juicy hirsute bits
and ____s em with his ____

oh the botfly he shags goats
he grabs them by the horn
he shows them all his swollen scrotes
that have been freshly shawn

oh the botfly he shags cows
he shags em with his head
he climbs inside their spacious ____s
and ____s em till they're dead

oh the botfly he shags budgies
____s 'em off their perch
makes some wanger yakitori
Is that allowed in church?

oh the botfly he hates threads
he cuts em up midway
gets out his little sewing kit
and cuts those threads away

Oh ,the botfly, he shags sheep.
He shows them a good time.
He's finished in 15 seconds flat
then showers them with urine.

oh, the botfly, he shags men
he shags em in the ring
because his ____ is tiny
they dont feel a thing.

Ohhh, the Botfly he shags trannies
he works it up the rear
reaches round to finish them off
then anally injests a beer.

oh, the botfly, he shags chickens
he shags them long and hard
he sticks em onto his bell end
and parades around the yard

oh, the botfly, he blows monkeys
he sucks them in the trees
hes filmed by david attenborough
while hes on his knees.

oh the botfly he shags sheep
he grabs their woolly locks
he throws them over cliffs
and saves them by their cocks

oh the botfly he ____s dogs
he nails their tiny butts
he uses them for condoms
for all the sheep he ruts

Oh the Botlfy he shags blokes
he likes to shag a poof
he spreads apart their hairy cheeks
to insert his size 10 hoof

Ohhh the Botlfy he can’t get enough
he likes his diddling men REALLY loose
and preens his lolly feathers afterwards
what a poser of a goose

Oh the Botfly's he shags rats
in a wide-brimmed fedorah hat
he spreads the legs so wide apart
then ____s the little twats

Oh, the botfly he shags sheep.
He porks them in their pen.
Fiddles with their muddy back passages then
shakes hands with Shonai Ben.

Oh, the botfly he shags cocks.
He jellies up their tracts.
If he's out of negligent chloroform
then he strangles them with flax.

oh the botfly he shags grannies
one was a hundred and ten
he also likes to do trannies
cause they don't look like men

oh, the botfly he shags mongols
he shags them in the ___
and while theyre lickin windows
their heads go through the glass.

oh, the botfly he roots jam jars.
sticks his wang right in.
does not even touch the side,
his todger's way too thin.

oh, the botfly he shags egg yolks.
greasy and runny with smeg.
viscous film a-go-go,
all hail botfly's tiny wee third leg.

oh, the botfly he shags Japanese inserts
puts on his LP vinyl suit
with the easy access lolly flap
he thinks todger paper cuts are cute

Oh the Botfly he shags watermelons
he makes a little hole
but the pips stuck in his ____ eye
begin to take their toll

Oh the Botfly he shags jack-o-lanterns
He pokes them in the eye
and when he's got his marbles off
he makes a pumpkin pie.

oh the botfly he shags hoovers
he shags them in the hose
the suction cleans his knob so well his bell end almost glows.

Oh the Botfly he shags it all
Completely missionary
None of that back door action
He's not a ____en fairy

Oh the Botfly loves positions
he is partial to some doggy
but the silly pricked was pissed one night
and tried it on a moggy

oh the Botfly he shags spider monkeys
reverse cowgirl is where it’s at
uses their tails to tickle his balls
pull’s out and spooges on the back door mat

oh the botfly he shags budgies
he shoves them on his ____
he loves the feeling so much
he's going to buy a flock

Oh the Botfly he shags baby seals
by whispering to them sweet lies
and just when he's about to come
clubs them between the eyes.

oh the botfly he ____s jesus
he ____s him night and day
yadda yadda yadda
blah blah blah blah gay.

ohhhh the botfly he ____s aquatic mammals
he gets a rigid horn over male dugongs
no kissing, just whips it in - whips it out and
slaps them on the nuts with his thongs

Oh, the botfly, he shags fish.
Rogers their little gills.
Works his knob into those slits
then dries them on window sills.

oh...the....botfly, he shags pringles
he ____s em in the tubes
they get a little crunchy
so he combs em out his pubes.

Oh the Botlfy he shags cheezels
he slips them on his nob
when he blows the spoof comes out
in a yellow cheezy glob

oh the botfly he shags beer
he shags it in the can
the lid can be quite sharp tho
so he cuts his little man.

Oh the botfly he shags record holes.
Spins them with great glee.
Then gets the ____s stuck on his knob
and has an interesting pee.

oh the botfly felches cats
said "it's better than porn"
one day he up-chucked his guts
when all there was was corn

oh the Bofly ____s horses
he stands upon a stool
and lifts up their bushy tails
to insert his rigid tool

Oh the Botfly he shags wildebeasts,
He sits on their big fat horns
and when his ___ is good and stretched
he mounts the head on his citroen



What can I comment about this poem? In the beginning, after reading the first 4 lines I stopped shocked. After several hours had passed, I gathered strength and read the whole poem and here are my impressions, mostly positive.

Obviously great musical rhythm, great imagination and poetic skill, rich use of wide spectre of words though this might appear at first sight a too generous praise from me taking in account the repetetive use of some words which I do not dare repeat as they are not in my vocablary, but I really mean that he is great - but the only problem I find with the poem is that I do not like the subject - it is too explicit and the authour exhibits lack of delicacy contrary to his sensitive and delicate nature.

[Victor Ward]

If you like shagging sheep, I suggest
You come to Roppongi as my guest
You'll find some bimbo in a bar
Who, as sheep go, is just above par
She'll comply with your every request.

[ChrisElliot2000]

Victor, are you Irish?

Your talent is wasted on this board, I think it's time for you to move to a forum that's a little more intellectually stimulating.

[Василисия]

Your talent is wasted on this board, I think it's time for you to move to a forum that's a little more intellectually stimulating.

you too, definitely

[Victor Ward]

Victor, are you Irish?

Your talent is wasted on this board, I think it's time for you to move to a forum that's a little more intellectually stimulating.
Well, thanks.

I'm of Dutch ancestry, actually.

[survivorfan]

My poem:

I sit in front of my computer alone,
looking at porn; my hand grasping my bone,
I hear the telephone ring,
I let go of my thing,
and all I hear is a dial-tone.

[Василисия]

Dioscuri, please come back.

[Mandrake]

sound reflected on windows of towers
echoes of nothing important
floating on cooing pigeon prose
orchestral cacophany
stresses out noise at 5am
the splash of water
as the log hits the bowl

[Mandrake]

My poem:

I sit in front of my computer alone,
looking at porn; my hand grasping my bone,
I hear the telephone ring,
I let go of my thing,
and all I hear is a dial-tone.

Sounds like Elgar to me..the motif never reached completion.

[Time22]

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[Mandrake]

stands kicked over making a certain sound
to be applauded by some as music
yet the flushing of a toilet brings
peels of derisive laughter
I never truly fathomed the avant garde

[thedioscuri]

We play the game, No?
The game of 20 questions
Which we never ask
All the things that are left unsaid
That touch is never felt
It remains a ghost hovering over the surface of my skin
A shadow of a thing that could be
So the hairs stand on the back of my neck
In the electricity,
The static that hangs in the air between us
And the silence that is heavy with child,
But never gives birth
In labour, always in its endless labour
Thrilling in your being close
Heady, to have you so near
So close that I can touch,
I can taste
So close that I should touch
But I dare not
'Tis the electricity you see
More than I could bear
I don't think you'd understand
Yet it is my compulsion,
My obsession,
My severe OCD
To taste, to touch, to have,
To hold...
You
This bending away-
Light,
Darkness
All into nothingness, save...
Save the void
And the occupation, the quest, the burdens,
These weights

[Василисия]

The Dioscuri at his best, the angel who's poems are like music and light and full of sadness and pain and yearning for someone, something...I would like to touch his hot forehead and calm him down.

[diva]

I would like to touch his hot forehead and calm him down.

I've got something hot and if you touch it I'll eventually feel a lot calmer.

Sorry.....I'll say that again in the style of a poem...

I've got something
Hot
And if
You touch it
I'll
Eventually feel
A lot calmer

[Василисия]

Diva, poetry is when you touch somebody's heart, mesmerize the people through the emotions you convey, when somebody is moved to tears by what you write and can say this is so true, I have felt this way but how beautifully, originally it is said. Dioscuri is the talent I adore and worship. He is so special, so unique!

[afroditi]

Diva, that was naughty !! I also am a fan of thedioscuri's poetry. He has a lot of talent. I admire you too for your sense of humour but maybe you should stay away from the poems ;)

[flux]

The ride called life has me consumed
Its dizzying height fills me with doom

Gazing at me with expectations
I know the knot and feel the strangulation

Grasping at straws of logic to pass the time
I feel as though I have committed a crime

Gasping for air with lungs of led
I wish for no more instead

What is life but strife for naught?
When will this festered body rot?

[eku]

Diva, poetry is when you touch somebody's heart, mesmerize the people through the emotions you convey, when somebody is moved to tears by what you write and can say this is so true, I have felt this way but how beautifully, originally it is said. Dioscuri is the talent I adore and worship. He is so special, so unique!
nope bacn... poetry includes a lot of stuff... doesnt have to touch the heart... it can be silly, witty, rude, disgusting,.... but it will still be poetry.


As I ate your entrails,
Slowly savoring each bite
I couldn't help but wonder
Were you drinking Miller Lite?

Your intestines had a yeasty taste
Which led me to think
You had indulged in ice-cold bliss
Now, just crusty mush slightly remnant of the drink
by Mr. Fahrenheit

or even


Those Disgusting Eyes

Those disgusting eyes are judging me
I bow my head, not wanting to see
A silenced voice... unable to speak
Crippled by fear... there is no peace

Those disgusting eyes see me again
I hide my feelings... fain a slight grin
Turmoil builds within my head
Crippled by fear... inside I am dead

Those disgusting eyes halt my needs
Casting infinite doubt inside of me
The glares I feel from those eyes
Cripple me completely... more of me dies


Those disgusting eyes staring into me now
Consuming my spirit... I don't know how
Controlling my life with that relentless stare
Crippling me completely... nothing else compares


Those disgusting eyes stare back at me
Dropping me hard, down to my knees
The silence, the turmoil, all the doubt within
I have crippled myself... This Has To End!


Those disgusting eyes lay dormant now
Silently waiting for me to allow
Praying they stay in their morbid place
Nevermore wanting to occupy that suicidal space.

Shirley Ann Parkerson



July 7, 2005




the humble roll
By Liz Curtis

Dedicated to Ian


toilet roll hanging - right and wrong

Next time you go to the loo
'Cos you have something big to do
Please consider the humble roll
And make conservancy your goal
Keep it turning up and over
And you will use so much less

Maybe you need just a wee
That's a two piece, maybe three
A constipated crap is more
So maybe you should start at four
But keep it turning up and over
And you will use so much less

But if a great big dump's your need
Then counting pieces you'll not heed
You'll reel it off in one big go
And not disturb the bowel's flow
But keep it turning up and over
And you will use so much less

Now diarrhea's a different case
It rarely ends up in one place
Yards and yards is what you'll need
For that you'll want a rapid feed
So bugger it and turn it over
And sod it if you don't use less

[Василисия]

nope bacn... poetry includes a lot of stuff... doesnt have to touch the heart... it can be silly, witty, rude, disgusting,.... but it will still be poetry.


Eku, I do not know, maybe for every poem there is a reader but ...the poetry I like is that carries emotion as that of Dioscuri, he is my favourite discovery of the year because I like his sensitivity, delicateness, sweet melancholy, grief and the beauty of expression. I speak honestly, without exaggeration: his lyrics have irressistable appeal to me, every new poem appearing here is like a present, a medicine for the soul.

[eku]

Eku, I do not know, maybe for every poem there is a reader but ...the poetry I like is that carries emotion as that of Dioscuri, he is my favourite discovery of the year because I like his sensitivity, delicateness, sweet melancholy, grief and the beauty of expression. I speak honestly, without exaggeration: his lyrics have irressistable appeal to me, every new poem appearing here is like a present, a medicine for the soul.
true, he writes well but i thought his last poem was rather raunchy... in a touching kind of way.
i somehow dont think it was the heart that he was talking about touching and tasting.:D

[Василисия]

The ride called life has me consumed
Its dizzying height fills with doom

Gazing at me with expectations
I know the knot and feel the strangulation

Grasping at straws of logic to pass the time
I feel as though I have committed a crime

Gasping for air with lungs of led
I wish for no more instead

What is life but strife for naught?
When will this festered body rot?

I like this poem very much too.
It is a very grave and dark poem and its pessimism leaves the reader suffocating. After reading it I also gasped for air, so heavy the feeling is.
Thanks for posting!

[Василисия]

true, he writes well but i thought his last poem was rather raunchy... in a touching kind of way.
i somehow dont think it was the heart that he was talking about touching and tasting.:D

Disocuri writes what he feels, he does not think about touching the heart with his words on purpose, that is why his poems are so sincere, touching and natural.

[Varus]

The Prayer Of 2 REP.

Give me, my God, what you have left
Give me what no one else would ever ask
I don't want riches
Not success, nor even health . . .
I want insecurity and unquiet
I want torment and chaos

[afroditi]

That's also impressive. Honestly, I think this thread is one of the best out of all the GP threads.

[flux]

Dancing in the moonlight gaze
My minds eye all a haze

I hear not the thump at my feet
I smell not the blood that seep

The sticky floor slows me not
I must dance and have no time for thought

All the shutters have been sown shut
No light flutters in my minds hut

[Василисия]

The Prayer Of 2 REP.

Give me, my God, what you have left
Give me what no one else would ever ask
I don't want riches
Not success, nor even health . . .
I want insecurity and unquiet
I want torment and chaos

You are infathomable man, Varus. You will enter the meanest of fights and then write the most fascinating poetry.

[Василисия]

That's also impressive. Honestly, I think this thread is one of the best out of all the GP threads.

I agree completely.
Tonight is the night of sublime poetry.

[Василисия]

Dancing in the moonlight gaze
My minds eye all a haze

I hear not the thump at my feet
I smell not the blood that seep

The sticky floor slows me not
I must dance and have no time for thought

All the shutters have been sown shut
No light flutters in my minds hut

Again a striking poem! Your soul is a real mystery, your poetry so beautiful!!!! These lines are my favourite:

"All the shutters have been sown shut
No light flutters in my minds hut"

[flux]

Take from me the pains and aches
Extract from me that which keeps me wake

Induce me to heave the poisons from my soul
Reduce me to a wretched troll

Leave no evil in my head
Restrain yourself not in my stead

Ages spent to discern you likes
Has made me all that I despise

[eku]

death sits bloated and dark
in the dusty cul de sac
waiting for each of us
to arrive screaming
tearing at the last remnants
of life
death sits like a poison toad
in the barren cul de sac
waiting us to quench his craving
with our tears of regret
and to feed his hunger with our denial
he waits for us to be dragged
into his empty cul de sac
our heels cut furrows in the dirt
in the fallow ground at the end
of life
but laugh
and let your tears moisten the dust
and open your clenched fists
and let fall
the sweet seeds of memories
let an oasis bloom
at the end of life
without regret pass on
into something more
and death will not lurk
but embrace you
and make a cool place where
you too can wait
and welcome those who follow

[Василисия]

Take from me the pains and aches
Extract from me that which keeps me wake

Induce me to heave the poisons from my soul
Reduce me to a retched troll

Leave no evil in my head
Restrain yourself not in my stead

Ages spent to discern you likes
Has made me all that I despise

Thanks, flux, you have some amazing poems!

[Василисия]

Thanks, Eku, a bleak poem, but still unforgettable. I like especially the ending, it is very strong.

and death will not lurk
but embrace you
and make a cool place where
you too can wait
and welcome those who follow

[Hijinx]

I drank many chu hi s tonight

My snoring tonight will be such a fright

Sorry to my wife in advance

Maybe I'll pee on in the futon by chance

[eku]

I drank many chu hi s tonight

My snoring tonight will be such a fright

Sorry to my wife in advance

Maybe I'll pee on in the futon by chance
the chu-hi lurks
untasted in the fridge
my lips dry from laughing
i light another cigarette
and realise
i have no need to drink
the farking cat already peed
on the futon

[flux]

Many a night spent under a roof well mended by hands of steel
Sheltered well from storming Knights to let me grow and take flight

So I sought the open road but was stopped and called a wrenched toad
The hands of steel no longer open, a clenched fist sought me broken

The thunder came and with it storming Knights
The hammer of the gods to the fists delight

My humble abode raised to the earth, my body smoked on its ruins
My journey was unhindered even though my life I surrendered

[Василисия]

Many a night spent under a roof well mended by hands of steel
Sheltered well from storming Knights to let me grow and take flight

So I sought the open road but was stopped and called a wrenched toad
The hands of steel no longer open, a clenched fist sought me broken

The thunder came and with it storming Knights
The hammer of the gods to the fists delight

My humble abode raised to the earth, my body smoked on its ruins
My journey was unhindered even though my life I surrendered

thank you for the terrific poetry, Flux. This poem is full of vivid symbols and interesting allegory...

It is so nice to read a few really wonderful poems tonight.

[flux]

Thanks, But they are all a little dark. Not sure why.

[Василисия]

Thanks, But they are all a little dark. Not sure why.

yes, I noticed but it is your style and mood and feelings. Amazing. Thank you very much for posting. Looking forward to your next poems.

[flux]

Who is next?
Someone, anyone got a poem they would like to share?

[Time22]

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[Time22]

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[Василисия]

Who is next?
Someone, anyone got a poem they would like to share?

I am still under the impression of your poetry, Flux and Dioscuri! Your poems still resonate in my heart, the wistful words will stay forever in my mind, unforgettable. I write sometimes but all my efforts just pale in comparison, you have a talent which is given by nature, not skills which can be obtained by study. Your words carry depth and beauty and I am deeply fond of your poems. Please continue to carry joy to the heart. Thank you.

[Василисия]

falling (2)



Wow, Time22, this is one of my favourite poems of yours, I personally think it is sublime! Your poetry is heavy and I need to read several times to fully appreciate it and understand in my way the meaning but this one is a real gem! Thanks!

[thedioscuri]

And the beast screams
And it is rage
And it is hate
And there are tears
For you,
The ones who did not care
And it is despair
Dark and brooding
Deeper than all melancholy
Blood and flame
It is pain,
And it is hell
It is death
It is, it just is


And I rage
Howling at the wind
Howling in the rain
Howling
Lightning strikes
And I strike back
I will not let it make any less of me
I rage
I rage at all the things a man can rage
At hate, at love, at loss, at pain
At the heartbreak, at the loneliness, at the cold
At my paycheck
At everything
At nothing
I rage, foul beast that I am
Foul beast that I have become
My voice is gone
But still I rage
In silence
Seething
In remorse
I rage

[flux]

Inducing pains of mother nature have brought forth this lonesome creature
Impaling hands grasping life and each breath is full of strife

The creature muzzled by its consumption and no one heeds its nature is but destruction
Discontent and frustrated it leaches till all is but desiccated

It crept, it crawled and once stood tall
Yet to time it yielded for no man is so shielded

[flux]

Owed to the sanity I was not bestowed
I have trampled on all, tis as was foretold

With a smile upon my face, I leave each and every place
I cannot heed the voice within, and this is truly my only sin

Free to be and full of desire
My soul dances as if in a house of fire

Faces of horror faces of pain, faces of fear and faces of shame
These are the memories that I hold dear and for them I will never shed a tear

[Василисия]

And the beast screams
And it is rage
And it is hate
And there are tears
For you,
The ones who did not care
And it is despair
Dark and brooding
Deeper than all melancholy
Blood and flame
It is pain,
And it is hell
It is death
It is, it just is


And I rage
Howling at the wind
Howling in the rain
Howling
Lightning strikes
And I strike back
I will not let it make any less of me
I rage
I rage at all the things a man can rage
At hate, at love, at loss, at pain
At the heartbreak, at the loneliness, at the cold
At my paycheck
At everything
At nothing
I rage, foul beast that I am
Foul beast that I have become
My voice is gone
But still I rage
In silence
Seething
In remorse
I rage

I feel your rage and your accelerated heartbeat! Thanks for the great poem!

[Василисия]

Thanks, flux, for the two new poems. You write very quickly. I prefer the second one but both are great!

Especially favourite is the line where you descrbe your sould as dancing in a house of fire!

[Time22]

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[MaryPersona]

do any of you get concerned someone might take what you write here and publish under thier own name? There are some pretty awesome pieces in this thread...I wouldn't want my work published under someone elses name...just a thought. :)

[Time22]

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[MaryPersona]

I only mentioned it because I've heard where people take something another person writes then re-writes it slightly different and publishes it...not quite plagerism...but almost. I have enjoyed reading much of what has been written here!

[Василисия]

A striking love poem, Time 22, very impressive and so exciting! I admire your style.
_____

You are not a native speaker? Your English is so brilliant. Where did you study English? I am not a native speaker either but compared to you :o :o , I am ashamed of my level ...I am so sad I will never reach your level as much as I try...

[thedioscuri]

Beware,
Beware the Jabberwock, she says to him
Plaintive, laughing, tinkles in her voice

He says to her
It is not the Jabberwock I fear
It is you, when you are near
It is the fangs in your Vampire kiss
And this illusion of bliss
It is this very glint in your eye
That laugh, this sigh
And the overpowering lust i feel for you
These are the things I fear
Beside you the Jabberwock is tame

[thedioscuri]

Somewhere,
In between the fits of rage,
And the folly that battles with wisdom,
Where lies the foolish pride,
The loneliness
Where my lies shimmer before
Mirages that they are in the hanging dust
When that dust settles
What is left behind?
The phantoms, the wraiths
Something of the memories
Emptiness?
This ghost,
This shell
The soul of the walking-demon,
He can't sit still
Child that he was,
Child that he remains
I am sorry for something
Take your pick,
I have much to be sorry for
I am sorry that I made you so sad
I am sorry for many things
But these are not words I would tell you
Pride, yes
Foolish pride
Only the paper can know
Paper and pen,
They keep my secrets well

[Василисия]

Beware,
Beware the Jabberwock, she says to him
Plaintive, laughing, tinkles in her voice

He says to her
It is not the Jabberwock I fear
It is you, when you are near
It is the fangs in your Vampire kiss
And this illusion of bliss
It is this very glint in your eye
That laugh, this sigh
And the overpowering lust i feel for you
These are the things I fear
Beside you the Jabberwock is tame

Wonderful poem, I like it very much! My heart is so excited when I read your poems - because I understand that there are men so delicate and sensitve as you, who have such rich emotional experience. It gives hope that there are nice men in the world who can feel with their hearts.

[Василисия]

Somewhere,
In between the fits of rage,
And the folly that battles with wisdom,
Where lies the foolish pride,
The loneliness
Where my lies shimmer before
Mirages that they are in the hanging dust
When that dust settles
What is left behind?
The phantoms, the wraiths
Something of the memories
Emptiness?
This ghost,
This shell
The soul of the walking-demon,
He can't sit still
Child that he was,
Child that he remains
I am sorry for something
Take your pick,
I have much to be sorry for
I am sorry that I made you so sad
I am sorry for many things
But these are not words I would tell you
Pride, yes
Foolish pride
Only the paper can know
Paper and pen,
They keep my secrets well

This poem is sublimely beautiful and painful. Dioscuri, can you believe me that everytime you post a poem, my heart beats so fast and I hurry impatiently to open the poem and read it and without fail, when I read your poem, sad tears come to my eyes. So moving and so beautiful words you write, always engulfing me in sad but somekind sweet sad mood. Thank you - it is a great poem.

[thedioscuri]

This poem is sublimely beautiful and painful. Dioscuri, can you believe me that everytime you post a poem, my heart beats so fast and I hurry impatiently to open the poem and read it and without fail, when I read your poem, sad tears come to my eyes. So moving and so beautiful words you write, always engulfing me in sad but somekind sweet sad mood. Thank you - it is a great poem.

Always I thank you for your praise.
Merry Christmas

[Василисия]

Always I thank you for your praise.
Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas, wonderful mysterious poet. We have to take care of you because you have unique gift, so beautiful soul, so amazing expression, words are not enough to describe the impression you make on me and I believe on other people. But poets are very fragile and delicate souls, I hope this forum preserves you because you are the its biggest talent and wonder gem.

[frankmartin]

Christmas Bliss
long remember those ones I miss.
Zuzu's Petals
fresh white snow
the white Christmas gone
so, long ago.

Now into here
here into now
drunk, raving idiot
stark with can in hand

Oh, I remember those Christmas times
trapped inside this not so merry season
in land far from home
with people who can't quite seem
to understand
what this season is truely about.

So Merry Christmas Mr. Lawerence
and to all you good people
have a night cap & good night.


(Merry X-Mas GP Community)

[Time22]

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[Василисия]

Very nice, Time22, very beautiful poem again.

[thedioscuri]

Mood swings (1 of 1)

Time is either all we have,
Or all I've lost
It depends on the time of day or month
It depends on the brooding or the weather or the moon
It depends on things, on which it should not depend
But it depends on them anyway
Untrustworthy, unreliable as they are
It depends on them,
But for some reason it does not depend on me

Insomnia (1 of several) Reverie

I will either sleep
Or I will need sleep
Either longing or I will long
What is sad, remains sad
In songs, In movies, In the word- forever
In the day after it ends
These things will either have a name
Or they will remain nameless
Much like the touch,
And the spurning of said
All the enemies of close
You will either be far away
Or far far away
What is distance to the universe?
High-heeled and beautiful
Even if only in my reverie
Even if only for a moment in time
Anna is so sweet,
That's what your bag says,
Anna is so sweet
But only in my reverie
In truth, Anna is rather insouciant
But I am smiling nonetheless
Wryly,
But I am smiling
High-heeled, longed-for and beautiful
That is,
Till you disappear

[Василисия]

Thanks again for the beautiful poem, Dioscuri. Good to see you smiling even for a moment. You make me smile and cry too reading your moving poems. You have a nice smile warming the heart.

[銕銕銕]

I like to wear my pants pulled high,
the leg stretched tight against my thigh.

The crotch is stretched as far as it'll go,
And look, you see my camel toe.

[Василисия]

Dioscuri - soft, tender, delicate, dreamy, yearning, melancholic, fragile - puts everybody under spell with magic words.

And here Kurogane comes and tries to destroy the spell ...

[thedioscuri]

Into sunset and death,
Goes love cherished,
Held softly in the arms of pain and haunting
In crying eyes and deep sadness,
Not expressed with mortal words
For all the reasons to be,
That hold captive our breath
If you only knew these things
These words cannot say,
Cannot rebuild me out of my stumbling blocks
A crying heart knows
Only the feelings-
Love and happiness,
Loss and sadness
A vast place
Pain, death and tears-
True Love
All my farewells forgotten
Because hope gives us hope
Hope lies

[thedioscuri]

This is my "I love you"
My confession of the heart
My confession of spirit soul and body
These are the words a man does not speak
Most especially if they are true
He belies them
In fear and trepidation
What does this mean?
This is my soul
Laid bare before you,
In little pieces
Its tatters and remains
This is me
All that I am,
I give
I don't have much else to offer
But I hope and pray that it is enough
That somehow your eyes give it value
That somehow your eyes see its worth
This is my truth
Or at least it would be,
If I knew what truth is
But I wish to learn
This is my "I love you"
Spoken in an empty room
To the ghosts of you
If you only knew

[thedioscuri]

Merry Christmas my dear,
All the very, very happy unbirthdays
To me?
To you?
To me!
There is poetry and misery somewhere in all this
But I could do without both
For a moment of freedom
For a moment of beauty or being,
I am not sure which
In this land of magic
I am cursed with a wandering eye, a wandering mind
Wandering soul full of wanderlust
In the sadness
I take comfort in the small things
What else is there to take comfort in?

But...

This man knows it does not make him strong
This man knows despair
This man knows-
The faked smile
How are you today?
I'm fine thank you. And you?
But we are not fine, are we?
We are not even so-so
But still, I'll smile for you
I'm fine thank you. And you?
These everyday lies
Captain of the Mickey Mouse club, that he is
Just me and my kingdom experience
My everyday to day to day
Cold hands on warm faces
The hands are mine
The faces?
Well there are none
Save this marble statue
But her lips don't kiss back

[Varus]

Hey thedioscuri,
The troll 'Epig formerly known as BacoN has departed from this site. She told me via a pm.
You're wasting your poems.

Got any good jokes?

[銕銕銕]

Hey thedioscuri,
The troll 'Epig formerly known as BacoN has departed from this site. She told me via a pm.
You're wasting your poems.

Got any good jokes?

Do you think that was for real, or just another pariah pulling a Burly Gurly?

Anyways,

So, a rabbi, an Imam and a priest walk into a bar, see?


Get it?

[Έρις]

Dioscuri

You left me speechless, I froze for some time unable to take a breath. I can read your poems forever, they cause pain but they bring cure to the soul too. Your words are so sorrowful, sometimes disturbing, and in the same time so sweet and soothing, like a caress but going deep, reaching the soul, like a gentle touch of the heart.
Thank you.

[Varus]

Dioscuri

You left me speechless, I froze for some time unable to take a breath. I can read your poems forever, they cause pain but they bring cure to the soul too. Your words are so sorrowful, sometimes disturbing, and in the same time so sweet and soothing, like a caress but going deep, reaching the soul, like a gentle touch of the heart.
Thank you.

Hey 'Epig,
Glad to hear that you're still alive and that you're still you're crazy awful self.
I was worried that last night's departing lines were some sort of suicide note.

[eku]

Hey 'Epig,
Glad to hear that you're still alive and that you're still you're crazy awful self.
I was worried that last night's departing lines were some sort of suicide note.
E-pig???????? how quaintly fitting. oink oink...
dear dear... still undecidedly suicidal?
i hate it when ppl cant make up their minds..
jump or shuttup.

[銕銕銕]

E-pig???????? how quaintly fitting. oink oink...
dear dear... still undecidedly suicidal?
i hate it when ppl cant make up their minds..
jump or shuttup.

The Beetch is Back???????????????


Why do these retards even bother announcing they are quitting?

Burly Gurly the Girl, this one.

[ax]

千年理心徳 A thousand years polishing heart and virtue;
不知既我死 I did not know I was already dead;
而烏啄其體 And the crows pecked that body;
業現如強風 Manifest karma is like a strong wind;
処処吹命矣 Here and there, it blows one’s fate!
昔乘車狩鹿 Long ago I rode a chariot and hunted deer;
今我爲淋靈 Now I am a lonely ghost;
靈歌而不聞 The ghost sings but it is not heard;
死也猶冬夜 Dying, this is as a winter night;
長寒暗獨寢 Long, cold, dark - you slumber alone;
無月不明也 There is no moon and it is not bright;
百龍不能救 One hundred dragons cannot save you;
發於東之西 They take off from the east and go west;
西女王母止 The Queen Mother of the West stops them;
天國是汚獄 Heavenly realms; this filthy prison!
但汝曰麗耶 Only you said it was delightful!?
嘘也仙之語 It is a lie; the hermit’s words;
又禪師不知 Again the Zen master did not know!
老龍樹大愚 Old Nagarjuna was a great fool;
何無法無道 What does not have dharma, does not have the way?
何有法有道 What has dharma, has the way?
是何如問乎 What kind of questions are these?
問於靈而習 Ask the ghost and learn;
生世無佛矣 The living world has no Buddha!
敢時習之乎 Dare you learn it this well?
此千年汝知 This you will know in a thousand years.

[robadubdub]

The Beetch is Back???????????????


Why do these retards even bother announcing they are quitting?

Burly Gurly the Girl, this one.
I can understand how Bacn feels. I too have no life other than this poor facsimile of one.
Every night I come home to my empty apartment (empty besides the roaches and dustmites) and fire up my PC while I boil some water for my cup ramen.

Without GP to troll, I would have no human interaction besides that between my hand and my ____.

I often think of announcing that I am going to leave, but I know I would just be back 5 minutes later with yet another username.

[銕銕銕]

I can understand how Bacn feels. I too have no life other than this poor facsimile of one.
Every night I come home to my empty apartment (empty besides the roaches and dustmites) and fire up my PC while I boil some water for my cup ramen.

Without GP to troll, I would have no human interaction besides that between my hand and my ____.

I often think of announcing that I am going to leave, but I know I would just be back 5 minutes later with yet another username.

I agree with everything but the melodramatic retirement announcements.

Why announce your departure?

Just go and come back.

As for your sad life, how do you think I feel?

I got one hand, my heel's bruised, and the roads are slicker than Booker's greased hair.

Just going outside is a major piece of work.

Thank god I have a living room where I can dance the night away.

Word Up!

[Έρις]

Hey 'Epig,
Glad to hear that you're still alive and that you're still you're crazy awful self.


"Crazy awful" for appreciating beautiful poetry?
Everybody in this world wants to have a beautiful world even if it is only a dream or created by somebody's poems and words.

[gokiburi]

Every night I come home to my empty apartment (empty besides the roaches and dustmites) and fire up my PC while I boil some water for my cup ramen.
You seriously need to do something about those dust mites.....ugly little pests. They have the brains and manners of a pile of rat droppings. The only thing they're good for is giving humans asthma or a skin rash. hehehe



Without GP to troll, I would have no human interaction besides that between my hand and my ____.
And your face.... Don't forget that time you played with yourself upside down on the sofa so you could ejaculate on your own face. That's right, we see it all, you pussy whipped cup ramen addict!

[Tristesse]

thedioscuri, thank you again for the lovely words, there is nothing more beautiful in the world than your poems! They are like the mix of light and shadow,rain and sun, smile and tears, hope and dispair..everything.

[thedioscuri]

I will do this instead of sleep, instead of you
I will do this in memory of sleep,
In anticipation of darkness and nightfall

And...

How fragile it all is
With pen and paper in hand
Trying to capture the thoughts
Hiding in the shadows of my mind
Since there is no sleep, I will remember
Or at least I will try to
Maybe, only as a means to forget
The reasons I wished to remember in the first place
Because if you don't sleep
You don't dream
If you don't learn
You don't know
Ignorance rarely is bliss


When nothing else remains but the darkness
And the shapes your eyes fashion out of it
The sounds that keep time with your breathing
A beating heart
And the mosquito bites of creeping dread
Those were my dreams and nightmares
All covered in lace and cobwebs,
Feathery things, wafer-thin,
Ghostly and eerie of song,
Wisp-like creatures that dissolve in the wind
Only the questions had any substance
The whys and the wherefores,
They have weight
In all else was found only the ethereal


Those things should have remained
Those little pieces of "us" we left behind
To be honest, I don't even remember them anymore
So easily forgotten, Even I forget myself
Remember me...


Remember me
Discarded dream
Faded memory

Remember me
One more tree
Just another passing stranger
Walk on by

Remember me
Born of bumblebees
And summer breeze
Tick away the hours

Remember me
In death and good-bye
In truth and lies
Remember me


Remember me?
No. Not really.
But that's the thing about scars
Even when they can't be seen
They leave an itch somewhere on the surface of your mind
But I forget...

And if memory serves me well...

CYLON
The first-fruits of first thoughts say:
Lie!
Lie with all your might
Lie with your every breath and fibre
The truth would be pathetic and rather unseemly
The truth would be pitiful
Most of all the truth would be painful
Pain,
Whispered under your breath,
Pushed to the back of our minds
To be anaesthetized by the drudgery and smog
And the blur of the faces we walk by
Anaesthetized by a beer too many,
One too many a glass of wine
In the pretense of civil society
It does have a fine bouquet though
What! What!
Forgive me, I digress
But was that not the point?
A little divertissement


But...
There is always a something, isn't there?
A something or other,
Blue-ribboned and tempting
One more casualty of time and space
One more bite that will leave us itchy and restless
Sleep now,
There are battles to be fought
To zombie through the day, just won't do
Sleep now friend
The wind blows
And what is that to you, other than it blows?
Do you have power over it?
Can't help thinking and thinking and thinking
Thinking thoughts thoughtfully
Well...not so thoughtfully
But thinking thoughts in lieu of sleep,
In lieu of you,
In lieu, in limbo and unresolved
The automatic writing of undead thoughts
I have nothing better to do,
I can't sleep

[Tristesse]

I love your new poems, Dioscuri, after reading them electric sensation flows through my body...
Again I feel that you are so sensitive, gentle, fragile and vulnerable. Who can forget your haunting and so poignant words, I feel loneliness, melancholy, nostalgia and sadness, yearning for something lost or out of reach in the lines...

So wonderful, delightfully painful - that is my experience after reading you...
Nobody comares to you, you mysterious poet.

[Tristesse]

Dioscuri, thank you for the pleasure to read your poems. You cannot imagine the impact your poetry has on me, new words have to be invented to describe it!
You have incredible talent. Please publish a book and a CD of you reading your poetry in your voice.

[Varus]

To say thank you for all the alcohol received and dutifully consumed.

Forthon scaell gar wesan
Monig morgenceald
Mundum bewunden
Haefen on handa
Nalles hearpan sweg
Wigend weccan
Ac se wonna hrefn

[Tristesse]

To say thank you for all the alcohol received and dutifully consumed.

Forthon scaell gar wesan
Monig morgenceald
Mundum bewunden
Haefen on handa
Nalles hearpan sweg
Wigend weccan
Ac se wonna hrefn

thanks, very dark ...

[scouser]

In the time to come
You will love me
You will cherish the times
We spent at the park
Or on our walks together
You will forever remember me
When you hear those songs
And when you watch those movies again

When you sleep you will always feel my body near you
And you will always hear me whisper,
"Where's the bog?"

You will start to leave the toilet seat up
Just to remember me
And you'll always leave some bog-roll
In the bog

You will start to change channels
During your most interesting shows
Just in memory of me

You will play the music you hate
And all those scratched CDs
Just in memory of me

And you will fill the ashtray with cigarettes
Even though you do not smoke
Just in memory of me

And every night, when you do sleep
You will only think of me

But do not grieve, my darling
For I am not in pain
And meeting you helped me know
My life was not in vain.

[Tristesse]

Scouser,

So subtle and affectionate, delicate and so romantic, I love this poem full of tender emotions...
Exquistite and moving, I reread it several times, it touches me in an extraordinary way, the feeling is so beautiful it made me cry!!! Love is the greatest thing in the world!

[scouser]

Scouser,

So subtle and affectionate, delicate and so romantic, I love this poem full of tender emotions...
Exquistite and moving, I reread it several times, it touches me in an extraordinary way, the feeling is so beautiful it made me cry!!! Love is the greatest thing in the world!

Thank you.... I wasn't sure if you'd like it.

[Varus]

BacoN
Not a poem, but the lyrics of a song by a group called Faithless. You can catch the video on Youtube. Excellent babe playing the drums in the background.
I thought I’d post it anyway since it seems to express the sentiments of a lot of your posts over the last tear

Weapons Of Mass Destruction.

Whether long range weapon or suicide bomber
Wicked minds are weapons of mass destruction
Whether you're soar away sun or BBC 1
Misinformation is a weapon of mass destruction
You could be a Caucasian or a poor Asian
Racism is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether inflation or globalization
Fear is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether Halliburton or Enron or anyone
Greed is a weapon of mass destruction