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damnable
12-19-2002, 09:00 PM
The Mule

A mill stands here, turning in clockwork
Time. An old mule, beaten, too sorrowful
To wind another, collapses with a jerk
And the pestle slowly grinds to a lull.
The rut is deep; dark, rich loam turned up
All for naught. Peering just over the rim
Of the line – not drawn so much as dug –
In the sand, the beast, bony and slim,
Brays perhaps his last with a galloping gasp,
A remnant of constant memory:
Days in the fields, the past, greener grass,
Hungry, but never fed to be free.
Now his ears droop and sag to the ground,
Long face follows their lead. Permanent
Yoke-marks cut into each haunch, how
Fortunate to have found a friend,
How painful to turn away from death.
A withering look signals a trembling
There, this is not the mule’s last breath,
On which so many mouths are depending.

Drum

Did you see?
Did you want to?
The lines are cracked and drawn
Over the face of a drum.
The little cells are showing
Themselves, overcome
By the rain and the cold,
Drawn into each tiny fold.
Does that sound right?
Is it in tune?
Struck again and again,
The hollow face betrays
The marks made by men
On her tan, leather face.
Will she hold up?
Is this too much?

This next one's a sonnet...

Ode to the Leaves

Fallen leaves, dead on the ground
And falling still. 'Neath the sound -
The bustle and commotion
Of humanity - the notion
Revisits me and again
I turn it over in my pain:
Such is life, and such the trees
Give their secrets to the breeze,
Lofting them and loosing grip.
On Autumnal whims they slip
Lilting to the fold of earth.
Death and rot beget new birth,
But th'arboreal ebb and flow
Hinges on the letting go.

I wrote these poems, so if you like them, tell me. If you hate them, tell me. If you have no discernible feeling about them, tell me. If you want me to stop ending sentences with the phrase "tell me"...You get the point.

I'd especially like to see others' poetry; the only reason that I didn't continue off of the other thread is that it mentioned uplifting poetry and none of my poetry seems to me that uplifting. You can interpret the poems as you see fit, though. Maybe we can get a section of tdn strictly for poetry. Maybe there already is one and I haven't come upon it yet.

josh
12-20-2002, 01:45 AM
Nice poems. I really liked them, but its not like they struck a chord deep within me that will change my life forever.

In my feeble opinion, the mule one was better written than drum. But I like drum more, because I have a beaten up old drumkit so I can identify with it more.

I didn't read the sonnet one, because I couldn't be fucked. I'm sure its of a similiar standard as the other ones.

Keep writing

Cheers

Jerk off
12-21-2002, 12:58 PM
My poetry is not really uplifiting to anyone but me. I thought you might enjoy this one.

You hate
You Ignore
My soul is wounded
and you keep twisting.
One of these days
I'll Hit back
push me a little farther
Push me
shove me
I'll push back
I hate you
I hate you
You kill me inside
I hate you.

With love,
For Josh,

euthanasia
12-21-2002, 05:40 PM
Long time ago, i listened
One man come through the noise
He whispered in the dark
His words danced onto my ears
Slowly remembering, i think
His speech was hypnotizing
Somehow made something changed
Felt the fingers running on my head
It sort of tickled, a weird feeling
A new window opened
The shadows are no longer
Black and white
Now they circle around me
In the color of flesh and bone
Understand he opened my third eye
But the one thing tought is to shut it blind

I feel its May again
Speaking from the mist
Describing the third world
For the tertius oculus
So pretty, so shallow
I want to close it again
But i feel its May on the air

Long time ago, i tried to be blind
But the breach opened could never close
The Sun has been dawned to many eyes
Yet my light still sees between greys
Blessings become the dooms
Shall i walk the path of the eyeless
A man taught me to see the line
That draws us apart
The Body, the Shadow and the Eye
All can never be one
Since the Third Opening arrives

I can see you, tertius oculus

ArthurDent
12-23-2002, 10:22 PM
All 3 of your poems are amazing, but I like your sonnet the best. The flowery language is appropriate. I like the dead leaves/life metaphor; the last two lines are beautiful. I'm not much of a poetry buff, but isn't that a Shakesperean sonnet? I noticed that the last two lines seem to bring about the resolution to the conflict presented in the rest of the sonnet, and the rhyme scheme reminds me of Shakespeare. Am I correct in assuming this?

damnable
12-28-2002, 05:43 PM
I just looked up Elizabethan sonnet (via Shakespearean sonnet) and no, I don't think it is. Here is the definition from the Oxford American Dictionary:

n. a type of sonnet much used by Shakespeare, written in iambic pentameter and consisting of three quatrains and a final couplet with the rhyme scheme abab cdcd efef gg.

So it is more of a form than a content thing. My poem goes aa bb cc ...etc. and it's in tetrameter with the metrical feet all fucked up (there's four stressed syllables in some lines and three in others).

Technically, it's difficult for me to even label the poem a sonnet. Usually, English sonnets are ten syllables per line. I just got a dictionary for Christmas and, thanks to your question, am less ignorant about poetry. Thanks for making me look something up. I feel like an ass when I misuse words that I should know, but I feel better when I finally get around to actually finding the meanings of words. If you like good poetry, you should check out raisin girl's post. Now THAT is poetry with life. Mine feels like ash in my mouth. Am I rambling? Oh, shit.

aeternus0
12-29-2002, 07:59 PM
Since you requested to see the poetry of others, I thought I might contribute:

Night Reflection

I can’t shut out the filthy sound,
Nor break the form of lifeless twin;
Piles of life like wolves surround
To draw as blood my scathing sin.

Stained light spills on hands and face,
Burns the wounds desire brought;
Blasts the gun and starts the race
Of eager mind but helpless thought.

Breath and beat come short and fast,
As desperate fingers claw for hold,
For something time has built to last,
For that which age cannot make old.

I beg and bleed to figure out
What drives us through each single day,
But underneath the weight of doubt
Are hope and reason ripped away.

Is then the search for meaning vain?
The conjured point of blunted blade?
Do blind we wade through joy and pain,
Lit by flames that burn to fade?

The Hand of God I cannot see,
With all in darkness hidden well,
At night when conquered thoughts are free
To weave for me my living Hell.


Please don't hesitate to tell me what you think.

UnderADeadOHSky
12-31-2002, 05:38 AM
all of these poems have come from thought and genuine love for writing. i believe all here have talent and a style that is unique and special in a personal way. my applause to all who posted here.

Matteran
01-09-2003, 10:01 PM
I've only recent found myself, poetically. And here are a few pieces I've written.

1.
a u

Life painted yellow,
the granules blind our judgment,
our level.
Unseen being grace me, I feel,
I am blind.
The waves transmit their survival,
our…their nature is reflected.
Experimentation…disobedience.
Life.

I do not trust what I see,
only the future holds the past,
blind is the mirror.

Whom that seem our mother,
falsely are invited, became our torture…
Newly acquired state is but a mistake made long ago,
he cannot judge, for completeness is obtained…
through her.
Those on the outside,
saved through pain, in here.
I see as them, they who pain me.

Alleged is all that is untrue.
I know all that has happened, I forget…
willingly, I forget.

Here we stand,
Awaiting the change.
The body holds me,
it glistens.
Squinting, we are released.

I am taught all that I know.
Released is the physical,
only I remain.
The eyes are but a tool for the use of my being.
molded, we are a part of the singularity.



2.
Inundate

Floating with the wind,
In the body,
Time beyond our now,
Held in,
Released,
Awakening trapped in this translucent body,
Fading from my center,
Transparency has now grasped...

Pupils expand, chemicals rush, mind collapses.
Fade to black.
Fusion’s rough existence itches,
Mirror oneself,
Movement to rest... draining,
Being, meaning fades through the tubule path.
Vivacity cones down,
as she is.

Bodily Exhale,
Misplaced matter liberation,
Animation fails to reach out,
Expend that which is existence.

Internalization happens not,
Unexpected, life mirrored,
That which shone...
Dethroned pupils guide no more,
No more to guide.

Truth fails to catch you.



3.
Perigee

Mindnumbing excuses,
One’s value preached... another follows,
In the motionless silence, motion is revealed.
That which gave birth,
That which struck down the offspring.
All breathe as one.

Peering beyond the arc,
Protection from our double,
The more we come to realize,
We will fall, whimpering for forgiveness.

Severing connections,
Giving, receiving a truth,
Circling off into our home,
We think without thinking,
We take what is ours,
Without asking ourself.

The opposition is encouraged,
Dulled by the same medium,
Our divinity feeds what it condones.
The threshold torn,
Never to be sewn again.

When the garden flourishes,
All that occurred will be...
Rerun before thee.

subconscious, to…
conscious, to…
analyzing, to…
considering, to…
physical preparation, to…
perspiration, to…
dilating, to…
realization, to…

I lay before this life bearing composite,
With oneself flourished about,
Impulses tell of an event,
Taught... my throat relaxes.

Consume to replenish.

Thank you, for reading, and for every who has posted.

UnderADeadOHSky
01-10-2003, 05:29 AM
those poems make a good foundation for a future in writing. my applause, friend, never stop expressing yourself.


a throat is slit to prove a point
these actions all will remember
this is a dissertation, a
last shove for redemption
this has descended, disgraced
squirming in the womb
this uncertainty reflective.

peace be known, the air
it stifles, reaches past a lung
another dead opiniated zero
his explanation showed us
nothing but an instant pain
an infant, this yellowed eye
jovial yet omnipresent fear

a martyr akimbo, silouette
over a head, a spirit begs.
for a halo as well a father.
a presence here is wasted
three deadened blows aside
codependant insensitivity why?
learning for and from the masses

a throat was slit to concieve a
thought, one left undigested
life is love and alone is life
teach this ephemeral lesson
wisdom in a wineglass full
opened dilapidated faith
for this will is as strong as time.

mzp 03'

Rice
01-10-2003, 09:09 PM
I might as well join the others...I'm not good at all:

1. Uncertainty


Bound together
Make me whole again
Bound with
A certain…

Bound together
Make me free again
Bound by
A certain…

Your shadow casts the very spell
Your eyes will not deceive
You speak the very truth
A certain…

You sway with grace
And purity
Your smile glowing with
A certain…

Touch me
Heal me
Love me

With that certain…

Feel me
Cradle me
Hold me

With that certain…


2. One Truth

Live another day
Just to die again
Every step he takes
Brings him closer

One way
One truth

Revel in such manner
That nothing overcomes
All hope is lost for him
Where is he to go?

One place
One truth

Look
And see
One truth
Something behind
Black curtains

One truth
Oblivious to
Transparent obsticles

One truth
That all
Is a lie

damnable
01-11-2003, 01:32 AM
I had a dream
Once, but it escaped me,
Fluttered away, beating and pulsing
In agony and staining
Skies with purple splashes.
Attend to what is dying and
Catch the plague yourself.
Remedy cannot be, never be,
Doesn't feel like
Being here. A cold snap
Of jargon from an alarm raised
Far away, wrenches the wretch
To the nearly departed,
Fuming fury of a simple
Gurgling cry, Why?
You're not made to know, sugar-pie,
When you awaken, rub your
Eyes, and don't forget to cry
For your missing eye.
-ARK

Thanks for posting, all. It's been surreal.

EmbraceTdOxOmL
01-12-2003, 12:16 AM
"Reformatting Reality"
<==============>



— Betraying thoughts, feelings, & secrets, struggling with angst.

— Attempting to, with bare hands, dig inward with much hope in seeking a peaceful, quiet, & comfortable state of subconscious reality.

— Inward further, effortlessly grasping onto great wisdom, honor, & integrity that this “sub--reality” generates.

— Face to face with a familiar soul, interviewing, digging in, getting personal, & absorbing thoughts, ideas, point of views, insights, & having revelations, letting it carry closer & closer to being at one with the soul.

— Becoming stronger in the mind enabling, providing, & assuring far more victories when heavily manipulated by the undesired characteristics of the provided personality.

— Slightly ashamed by the rapidly increasing realization, growing closer to the point beyond control of fear & torment from just the thought that the only place this mind has to hide has been stolen, overtaken by the sickly feelings of anxiety, sadness, fear, despair, disappointment, anger, shame, envy, jealousy, depression, & hatred.

— unaware of, therefore underestimating the power & strength of the mind, the breaking down of spirituality & faith is inevitable.

— No peace, no place to hide...

— Very thankful & eternally grateful for through unique coincidence, managing to clench onto a drifting memory that proves a precious reminder to the mind, once again lashing out with faith in strength.

— As a guide along an unfamiliar yet overwhelmingly magnificent path of intense artistically creative euphoria for the eyes, ears & thought, falling into the sky.

— Knowing not the destination is the motivation to turn to the next page, to round the next corner, waking up engulfed in a colorful sheet of fluid filled with motion and textures.

— Re–collecting, rebuilding the destruction & devastation that has all been caused & loathe in the amazing feelings of satisfaction that will forever gratify & pass through , for a true spiritual state of oneness has been accomplished, achieved, & fulfilled.

— Learning how to fear only the past, pray only for the future, & truly embrace each & every moment as life flows on.

— Enlightened, changed, reborn, evolved.

Cronos
01-12-2003, 06:33 PM
These are just my insanely hilarious funny poems. They're stupid, but that's why they're so deep and thought provoking, it really touches you in the cockles of your heart.

-Spaghetti
Roses are red
Voilets are blue
I like spaghetti
Let's go fuck

-Waterbed
Give me a beer
Give me a woman
I'll give that waterbed a workout

-Poem you try to make to get your girlfriend in bed
I like the way you laugh
at everything I say
I like the way you tingle
when I caress yo...
ahh screw it let's make babies...

seeker
01-13-2003, 04:46 AM
"Fish"


Lost in an ocean of despair and blinded by its serpentine waves
Arms grow numb from cold and effort
Legs kick slower in ever-thickening salty water
After several moments of desperation one will succumb.
The light of the sun grows dimmer as body and mind fall into the sea
Wings collapse under pressure
Soul is plunged into the depths, never again to soar
And I cannot help but wonder, why?

Why did I fall from the heavens?
I had learned my lesson through the mistakes of Icarus
I flew nowhere near the sun
I was below the clouds and yet now I have plunged into the waters

Little schools of fish circle about my shivering form and dance away
Bubbles of life drift upwards from below, as though drawn by the surface
Bubbles of life, but not my life; I am doomed to sink while others arise
I do not want this.

As time slips out of my body, I realize a strange new change
I am no longer the angel I had been
My wings have decayed and hardened into fins
My lips have bloated and twisted into a perpetual frown

I have become a creature of the deep.


that's it... as a writer who plans on making a career of it, any criticism would be appreciated. and if anyone would like some criticism from me, speak up.

x7 Lateralus 7x
12-03-2006, 03:21 AM
Bump~

The Poetry Corner has been reborn.