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Any Poets?


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#1 Guest_brunt_*

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Posted 19 August 2004 - 05:14 PM

Was just wondering if there were any poets in here? I myself have wrriten them for years but only for my own pleasure or displeasure :thumbsup: .. Here is one I wrote about 8 years ago.


Sanguinary muscular
organ once received ample
pints of blood through passages
of veins pumping it into
vessels by contractions of
rhythmic beating--the pith of
life in dimensions of a
tightly enclosed fist that once
supplied and demanded a flame
of passion. Phlebitis
inflamed veins pierced by
anguish; an anemic remnant of
the infamous parasite
of bloodthirsty maniacal
narcissism left
cold and indifferent:
a phlegmatic existence,
its blood abandoned chambers
collect cob webs--the core of
quintessence defiled by an
adamant dispassionate
callous with directionless
apathy--remaining
dormant until the
reconstruction of such
a fragile highway.

A Broken Heart

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#2 JEservices

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Posted 19 August 2004 - 05:56 PM

I was a poet,
but didnt know it.

Put some words together,
no matter the weather.

Just killing time,
and hoping to rhyme.

Knowledge is power,
in any hour.

Have other things to say,
but I will end it anyway.
We are all curious like a cat. We wonder, we ask, we learn.
Please post back when a suggestion works, so that others may learn.

#3 Scarlett

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Posted 19 August 2004 - 06:12 PM

My God that is intense brunt !
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Posted 19 August 2004 - 10:51 PM

I wish I had the talent for poetry but my talent falls in writing, as in stories and novels. I'm currently writing 3 different books.
Brunt - that was incredible!
Jason - try again, we've all written that one, lol

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Posted 23 August 2004 - 01:44 PM

Heres one for you...

Too many cooks in the kitchen
All of 'em wantin' to pitch in
With a word or two of advice
'Bout how or how not to use the spice.

One says to use only real butter
The second, her hands all a-flutter,
Smiling wide with a big ole grin
Says you'll regret not using margarine.

All design a way to look
Like they don't need to consult a book
When makin' what everyone likes
As the kiddies circle 'round on their bikes.

Raisin' dough to bake the bread
They're intentions are easily read
The tall one likes to tickle my rib
The short one wants another baby in the crib.

Sassy sister wants to make me angry
Sweet talkin' auntie wants me to be free
The dark eyed one likes to complain
So the solutions I offer will ease her pain.

The older one likes to order the space
A younger one delights in the look on my face
When it seems to be impossible to choose
One simple ingredient without blowin' a fuse.

Seems each one likes to fire up emotions
When over the range they cook up their potions
It's OK by me if they don't make me sick
I'm just hopin' the recipes do the trick.

Life will continue, much as it has before
With the new day bringing the promise of more
Still I have to pause a moment and think
Who should be cleaning the dishes in the sink?
patiently patrolling, plenty of persisant pests n' problems ...

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Posted 23 August 2004 - 01:48 PM

Wow, that was great! You wrote that yourself?

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Posted 23 August 2004 - 02:02 PM

:flowers: yup, that be mine from oh, about 1992 or 93. I should Edit: by phawgg :thumbsup:
patiently patrolling, plenty of persisant pests n' problems ...

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Posted 23 August 2004 - 03:22 PM

That's wonderful! I really like it! Great talent there phawgg.
Thanks for sharing with us! :thumbsup:

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Posted 12 October 2004 - 06:23 AM

here are 2 links for you poetry aficionados

http://www.poetry.com

http://www.rhymer.com



I used to devote every Sunday to poetry...would drink coffee all day and write or prepare for submission...I was in a poets and writers group...read publicly a couple times.... people I read my poetry to liked it...but when I tried to get published it was a very discouraging process...I lost my inspiration...will probably get back to it eventually...I kind of wish I would have just kept writing for own pleasure...My best accomplishment, though, was awaking 5 a.m. on Valentine's day(early 80's)...to the radio...and they were having a contest for the best Valentine's day poem...I was half asleep...and words just came to me...I phoned it in...and read it on the air...I took the prize...a dozen red roses and a dinner for two at the Pinache restaurant in the Mariot Hotel.
You know what they say...you have to just wallpaper your wall with the rejection notices :thumbsup:

Edited by noonytunes, 12 October 2004 - 06:23 AM.


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Posted 14 October 2004 - 08:43 AM

This is a poem the girlfriend of my best friend but she went out with me at night wrote for me we no longer go out (hard decision) And I’ll always treasure this poem and all the poems she wrote for me and I hope no one will try to take credit for it nor criticize it and if you do I don’t care as poetry has no set boundaries that I’m aware of and it only matters that I like it but I’m submitting this for everyone’s enjoyment
I’m sorry about the formatting the poem was hand written in a small 7X5 notebook (took up 5 front and back pages) And me not being good with English I can’t format it the correct way if should be
The Punctuations are as they are in the notebook

Dot. Dot. Dot.

let me for once pretend that nobody is going to read this.
let me pretend that “you” is not “you” who i’m writing to and you do not exist,
so if we kiss it won’t matter.
let me pretend that i am not flattered by your thoughts.
no, i’ve no emotion; i speak in dots.
dotdotdot. oh. dotdotdot.
you thought you knew me, but now you think not.
dotdotdot. oh. dotdotdot.
the empty.
i am complete.
i am completed.
i am seated.
i lied.
i’m lying on the floor.
i’m standing still.
dancing. dancing.
i’m dancing.
i am a whore.
could you ask of me, what more?
dotdotdot. dotdotdot. oh.
where do we go? who is “we”?
we do not exist, if wee kiss, it won’t matter.
it won’t shatter
the bloodless, beating, stupid, bleeping hearts. and all the parts along with love.
are just pieces.
love ceases to exist.
kiss kiss kiss kiss.
if there is not love, this kiss, we won’t miss.
dot dot dot
did you gather all of this?
oh. dot. oh. dot. oh. dot.
oh. oh. oh.
show your soul to me.
i could open my eyes wide, but i still, probably, would not see.
and if i open my eyes too wide, i might just be looking at me,
when i’m trying to see you.
then what would i do? cry on you, when i’m only crying on the self of my.
the skin and bones and blood (just a body) shelf of i.
no – a body bag.
a toe tag.
a tag – you’re it.
you’re bleep.
bullbleep.
you fit my every emotion,
you wish,
you don’t
i wish i won’t
tell you all my details with and without words.
absurd and logical. insane, scatter brained, smart and methodical.
illusions that are optical,
i see you. no, i see me.
i see me and you.
we wanna kiss.
we don’t know what to do. and i can’t leave it up to you. nothing is what you’ll do.
now it’s all on me.although, i’m the one who’s all on you.
your eyes are closed. off, you dozed. i can’t see inside, beneath your eyes.
i can’t see inside your eyes. your eyes in pairs of two. yeah, i think that’s what eyes naturally do.
your eyes they come in pairs.
they come in stairs,
leading down or up into your soul.
your black hole of emotion.
the lack of feeling in motion.
yes, feelings and lack thereof.
the hatred, ambivalence, and the love.
one in the same.
this is a game
you cannot win.
you cannot sin.
no, not tonight or even today.
this is a game that you
play and play and play.
and one day, you will die and i will cry.
because you, i will miss. and hiss. and i will whisper to the gods you shouldn’t have existed in the first place.
yeah, i would win in first place, if only the game could end.
if only the rules would break or bend.
if only you would descend from wherever you are.
be it, the deepest flame or the highest star.
then, we could discuss the fuss of trust.
between two lovers in lust.
in luster, shining like you star. like the fates. like the soul mates that we are.
if anything, we’re zodiacal mates, which leads us back to the stars.
to the souls that we sold and bought.
back to the dotdotdot.
that is never completed.
that is never seated in the proper place.
oh, dotdotdot,
should have a name or a face or at least some grace when accepting the words of phrases.
the laces of a thought that ties together and replaces
the dot dot dot




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