Poetry: Show your stuff.....

[freeboy]

Life!
So complex,
So intricate
Everything's entwined like a vast chain link fence
One thing cannot exist perfectly without another
It's such a fine balance
Even the seemingly simply things are mind-bending
Destinies supposedly linked to ancient prophecies written on tattered Greek tapestries
WHO? WHAT? WHERE? WHEN? WHY? HOW?
These are my journalistic questions
Who do I ask?
Scientists?
Mathematicians?
Or philosophers?
No
They are just like me
Always searching, digging and trying to unravel the universe's secrets
Unfortunately with answers come only more questions
WHO? WHAT? WHERE? WHEN? WHY? HOW?
Curiosity killed the cat
Why didn't the murdering dirt-bag kill the dog curiously sniffing his own butt?
Shall I ask God to reveal to me His grand design?
I wonder what He would say?
"Certainly not! Patience My child is the key."
Probably not
I wonder, I wonder...
If a fish were a cat
And a cat a tin
What would I have been?
A slit-eyed fiend maybe...?
If I was born a minute later...?
Dear Lord! Would I still be me?
Only goodness knows
Then again it may be that wickedness does too
Do you?

[Tribble]

freeboy, Wow - I am impressed. I really like that.

[freeboy]

Thanks Tribbs

This is me feeling all squishy inside

A THOUGHT ABOUT EVE ON SAINT VALANTINE’S DAY

“… a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and they will become one flesh.” – Genesis 2:24

One day I might be walking down the street…
And all of a sudden there you will be,
As if waiting for me
On that day the sun may or may not shine on our account
Dear God knows, the birds may not even sing
Our meeting may take place in the dead of winter or in the blossom of spring
I would guess the month to be October – things always seem to happen at that time of year
Who is to say it won’t be a dark day of terrible loss and violence
A call to persevere: pure, untainted love founded in a pool of grief and sorrow

The world seemingly passing us by, but from the corner of eyes doubting our little ‘fling’, secretly wishing us ill
You and me, kind of like Fisher’s Lock and Key Hypothesis
No words that I may ever mutter or commit to scraps of paper can do your beauty justice
Your open mind inspiring faith, courage and belief

My love for you, child-like; pure and simple
Because I will give you my all – no more and no less – you may prove to be my fall
I don’t care because I love you
We may be ripped apart by tragedy
And the world may say our ‘doom’ was inevitable, “It was too good to be true”
Stuff the pompous lot with turkey stuffing because I don’t care
I simply and utterly love you

[Tribble]

Wow - sad, lovely and deep.

[freeboy]

I recently posted this on my blog and used it to apply for some poetry competition

Through the Eyes of the Observer

Young, silent observer
In social circles he stands reserved
He is part of all, but not
Jotting down notes with his elegant flowing mind script
Always adding to his intelligence supreme
Like a journalist in a war zone he can do nothing
Nothing but record the terrors
Taking note of human errors
Always adding to his heavily guarded vault of infinite intelligence
Observe is all he can do
It is no fault of his
He seems without feeling
Emotionally void
Grey-eyed ghost
Hands stuffed in pockets of faded blue jeans
He scours rodent-inhabited streets
To add to his already extensive library of thought
His presence paradox, phantom but not
His lips dry like the arid Kalahari from the lack of use
In the shroud of city death the grey-eyed phantom stands
Unseen, listening, jotting down and storing in a box
That might one-day spill all the secrets of life under a cranium saw

“Why do you just stand there?” I dare to ask
No reply
Just a penetrating silver glare

Blood begins to fall from a wounded sky
Drops fall like crimson jewels
He stares at the bleeding sky, emotions from the dawn of time finally stirred
Platinum tears hit the blacktop with unheard plops
He falls to the ground on his knees, arms skinny and limp at his sides
“Father, why?”
He asks in a parched tone

"The Lord said, ‘I was ready to answer my people’s prayers, but they did not pray. I was ready for them to find me, but they did not even try. The nation did not pray to me, even though I was always ready to answer ‘Here I am, I will help you’."

[Tribble]

Oh wow this is brilliant! Really love it.

[freeboy]

I love being flattered, Tribbs so here's one more:

Young Man Going West

Within my heart there dwells a perfect kind of sadness
Within my heart, raging, there is also an organised sort of madness
Stealthily (or so they think) they go about their dire business
I can just barely detect their presence
But I’m quite certain they eventually mean to kill me
Together they make up a beast that is without remorse or relent

Whenever I think of my sadness and madness
I’m struck by the notion that a war’s afoot
I suspect that my soul’s the target of titanic opposing forces
The one side means for me to shed my humanity in exchange for flawless godliness
The other side simply means to consume my soul by preying on my ‘weaker’ will

I stand facing two paths
One of them I have to religiously follow
The choice is simply black and white,
Heaven or hell

But wait!

There seems to be something more…
Something more lies within this fragile heart of mine
Simple gladness

With great consideration I’ll choose the path to follow
I’ll pick up my sadness, madness and new-found gladness
And together we’ll walk down that winding path
Singing our tuneless song into the sunset

[Bladerunner]

This was an Afrikaans poem I wrote today, to celebrate the Afrikaans people reaching 7000 pages of spam

You may not appreciate it if you do not understand Afr.

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Op bladsy 6987 het ons gestaan
Met die wete dat hulle ons dalk kan verslaan
Tog het ons nietemin ons sleutelborde
Nader getrek en begin orde
Aan hierdie dag lê

Dit was al vêr verby mid-dag
En ons het geweet wat op ons sou wag
Indien ons nie die beloofde mylpaal
Sou haal

Vinnig het ons weggespring
Om die titel huis toe te bring
Klik-klak klik-klak
Vingers het gekraak en geknak

Maar kyk aan die einde van die dag
Het die verrassing op hulle gewag
Die A-Span kon trots staan
En in hulle die waan

Want kyk, die Dag is verby
Sewe-nul-nul en 'n derdemaal nul vir die Oorwinnaars.

[Tribble]

freeboy, you are definitely talented. I like how your work shows how you embrace the multi-dimensions of your personality - instead of complaining about the conflicts.

Bladerunner, Dit is puik man. Well done. I must admit - you too have oodles of talent.

[Bladerunner]

Bladerunner, Dit is puik man. Well done. I must admit - you too have oodles of talent.

You can expect to see some more English ones when I improve my vocabulary (I sometimes struggle to make English ones rhyme )

[Tribble]

I can imagine - I have the same problem with Afrikaans.

[freeboy]

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Op bladsy 6987 het ons gestaan
Met die wete dat hulle ons dalk kan verslaan
Tog het ons nietemin ons sleutelborde
Nader getrek en begin orde
Aan hierdie dag lê

Dit was al vêr verby mid-dag
En ons het geweet wat op ons sou wag
Indien ons nie die beloofde mylpaal
Sou haal

Vinnig het ons weggespring
Om die titel huis toe te bring
Klik-klak klik-klak
Vingers het gekraak en geknak

Maar kyk aan die einde van die dag
Het die verrassing op hulle gewag
Die A-Span kon trots staan
En in hulle die waan

Want kyk, die Dag is verby
Sewe-nul-nul en 'n derdemaal nul vir die Oorwinnaars.

Viva A-Span! My Afrikaans is nie so goed nie maar ek hou van jou gedig Shot

Thanks for all the comps, Tribbs

[DarkStar]

Had to do a peom at school last year.

The topic was "To ____ or not to _____, that is the question."
This is the one I did:

To live, or not to live.
That is a question,
Which many have time taken to sieve.
Through which many have deceived,
Eluded truth, quieted by fallen ears.
A blade, bleeding arms.
Solitude, a heaven by any which means.
Life slowly drains away,
After, which the bladed hope can explain:
Was it an erroneous deed?
Or like a deadly steed,
To carry away to lofty clouds
Dreams filled with past life-floods.
A memory of Innocent’s greed,
Of smiles,
Hope,
Love.
To die or not to die.
That was a question,
Which was forgotten like a cold pie,
Left to wallow in its harrowing dark,
Like the bladed dream unknown.
To people she walks
Through a street of lies
To welcome the embrace
Of a cold face.
Blood filled the creaks,
A floor of deceit.
A smile to tell:
“It’s Okay, it will heal in a while.”
Now, cold depths of a dark
Dreams come of a past
Life had its time.
Her choice rang
Through many chimes.
A face.
Smiling.
Dead.
To live or not to live, that is the question.

[Tribble]

WOW DS - I am impressed. Very good.

[Tribble]

Here is one that came to me today - it is still very rough and needs a lot of work. I have only spent 5 mins on it so far but want to get a general opinion about it.

Will you be my fantasy, just for tonight
let me picture your hair on my pillow, your breath on my cheek.
Let me see the lines of your body in the moonlight dancing outside.
Let me know that you want me, that you want me inside.
Your heart beats with mine as we dance in the night
Let me pretend that you want to, that you want to be mine
We are together, forever and true.
You are my fantasy, let me dream of you tonight.

The beat is all wrong and some of the words are very clumsy - but is it worth working on - or should I scrap it?

[Koko_Lion]

I not very good at poems, but I would say that is very good and has some potential

[Tribble]

Aw thanks - and you are also charming and kind.

[fallen_angel]

The meaning of life - By me

When I’m alone at night
I start to fight
I can’t get any sleep
The meaning of life sunk to deep

Life is a war
Which I adore
Love is a class
I never pass

A game of virtual reality
Could lead to total fatality
As life blinks an eye
Someone could die

A teardrop is falling
I can hear you calling
The pain struck to deep
I can’t get any sleep

Dedicated to all the loved ones I have lost

[Zana]

The meaning of life - By me

Well very true and well written
(((hugs))))
Love and hugs
Danielle

[Zana]

The evanescence of suffering,


The evanescence of tears and pain.
The death of life, the termination of love.
Warm hearts turning to cold stones.
The death of sensuality, the elimination of care.
Trusting friendships turning to illusions of enemies.
The end of nurturing, the end of hope.
The glowing warm aura of nature, dwindling in the evil twilight.
The end of hope, is the end of life, love fuels hope.
The turn of a page, the fall of human life, the end of the end.
The end of peace, the end to serenity.
The connection to the nature
Of the universe’s strings, severed in society
The wonder of it all, when is it ever going to end.

Why is it that something beautiful, natural, naked and sensual,
Gets classified as something disgusting and full of filth?
Why is it people love to drag others that are different through pain and dirt?
Drag them and make them appear disgusting and full of filth.
Why is it people love to kill living things and make them hurt?
Hurt them so that they may rot and decay in real filth.

The evanescence of suffering,
The evanescence of tears and crying.
The wonder of it all, when is it ever going to end.
The death of animals, sentients beings, and all life here.
The start of wars, and selfish money frenzied heartless beasts.
Creating the real filth and decay,
On a carcase of a use-to-be living planet.

Gaping eyes, watch you, and collect your every move.
Gaping eyes watch, ignore your good and display your bad over exposed.
Gaping eyes watch, take your good and turn it bad and worthless.
Gaping eyes watch, with no love in them, and suck at your life until you die.
Gaping eyes watch, unite into one gaping eye watching you… resulting…

The singularity of the “end”, the singularity of pain.
The singularity of grief, the singularity of death.
The dark unity of unconnected souls, something…
Something that is horrific and not humorous.
A mass unity of mindless zombie beasts.

[jee]

the pain that grows
etched in my mind
by your raking nails -
of your non-conformity,
your dripping sarcasm

why can you not leave it alone?
why must you always claw at the things you cannot change?

change....
i must accept
i must abide

i send you peace

~ j ~

Tribbs,

one writes what is within one's heart.

[Zana]

Peace today is only a word
No one knows its meaning
Those who do, dont have its feeling

Some of us cant conform
We are of a different form
To you it may be alien
To me its life, who I am.

A being with a warm heart
A being with a dying heart
A being with a raped soul
A being with endless love

Peace can never be created, by:
Hurting people for pure pleasure
By hating someone because they unlike you
By forcing them to conform
By making there curves straight
By making there colours greyscale.
By draining every bit of life.. slowly....

One drop of hope, cutting away love...
Cutting away the connection.
Peace is only created, when there is:
Love, trust, hope, and acceptence of diversity.

[Tribble]

the pain that grows
etched in my mind
by your raking nails -
of your non-conformity,
your dripping sarcasm

why can you not leave it alone?
why must you always claw at the things you cannot change?

change....
i must accept
i must abide

i send you peace

~ j ~

Tribbs,

one writes what is within one's heart.

Oh jee that is wonderful. I know those feelings exactly.

[Tribble]

This may not be in my heart - but it is what came out this morning lol



It spies its prey and hops
Moving so fast that barely
a breath escapes my lungs
Before the bird has its meal
I watch, in wonder, in awe
Such dedication to its goal
Desires satiated in an instant
I think of you
I wish I were that bird
With the speed of execution
To have you for my own
To feel the life tremble
In our embrace
I want you for my own
Yet the words halt in my heart
I breathe your name
I watch you pass
The inability to pounce
Fills my heavy limbs
Breaks my dreams
Stabs my heart
Alone
Again

[Screeper]

Good poem but very sad Tribs.