Poetry in Motion

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  1. Abaddon Watching

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    ONe of my favorite poems:

    Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening-
    Robert Frost


    Whose woods these are I think I know.
    His house is in the village, though;
    He will not see me stopping here
    To watch his woods fill up with snow.

    My little horse must think it queer
    To stop without a farmhouse near
    Between the woods and frozen lake
    The darkest evening of the year.

    He gives his harness bells a shake
    To ask if there is some mistake.
    The only other sound's the sweep
    Of easy wind and downy flake.
    The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
    But I have promises to keep,
    And miles to go before I sleep,
    And miles to go before I sleep.
     
  2. Equint77 MY NAME IS HOV

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    a 77 original...


    Spider-man.... spider-man
    does-eth whatever a spider-can
    Spins a web... any size-eth
    catches theives
    just like flies
    Hey man... there-ith go-eth the spider-man
     
  3. DBella Seducente/Mortale

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    Lisp-y! :up:
     
  4. JLBats The boney king of nowhere

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    Nostalgia

    Wally and Beav,
    Don't gotta leave,
    Just 'cuz nothing is real,
    How do lies make you feel?

    A pop art poem... by JLBats.
     
  5. DBella Seducente/Mortale

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    The World is like a jigsaw puzzle
    With the essential Peace missing
    The only way to escape its reality
    Is through Dreaming
    What the future holds
    No one can tell
    Will it be Heaven
    or will it be Hell?

    ~Bella
     
  6. unknownuser nuʞuoʍunsǝɹ

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    one of mine:

    Almost Out of Breath

    I used to think
    People who committed suicide were insane
    I felt sorry for them
    For not appreciating the beauty of life
    I used to think they were cowards
    For taking the easy way out
    Boy, was I wrong

    As I pick up the knife from the counter
    I hear the screams ringing in my head
    Stop I say, but they keep on tormenting like they always have
    As the knife penetrates my skin
    I feel the pain I no longer can bear
    I understand the sorrow that I thought would never end
    As I push the knife deeper and deeper
    I realize how this is the only answer, the only solution
    To all the misfortunes I have brought upon myself
    And all the disappointment I have caused to the ones I love

    I can already feel the pain flowing away
    Flowing away with the blood streaming down my neck
    With every stab in my throat, I feel like I am being baptized
    Washing away all my sins
    I have learned there is no beauty when all you feel is pain
    And I don't think I am a coward
    I believe I am a survivor
    For I know that once these eyes close, never will they cry again
    Once this heart stops beating, so shall be the end of the heartache
    And once this body goes all numb
    No longer will I have to withstand the pain and torture
     
  7. DBella Seducente/Mortale

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    Wow, unknownuser...

    I can so totally feel the pain in that poetry.
     
  8. unknownuser nuʞuoʍunsǝɹ

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    thanks :)
     
  9. DBella Seducente/Mortale

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    Is that how you really feel?
    That much pain?
     
  10. Equint77 MY NAME IS HOV

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    Drugs.. by lil Kim

    Uhh, to my n****z that trick a little
    To my b*****s that suck d*** a little
    While they n****z lick the middle, I'm the Don y'all
    High driven Jean Paul Cartier wear
    Yeah, enough glorifyin
    Lyrically electrifyin, b***** by lyin
    bout the clothes they be buyin
    Some stores won't even let you ****es in
    Til I begin to embarass that ass and get crass
    Kim surpass, all crews
    B**** still drinkin booze
    I sip Cristal and Landcruise


    now that's poetry in motion.
     
  11. unknownuser nuʞuoʍunsǝɹ

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    No, not really. Its mostly my imagination at work :p
    Thanks for your concern though.
     
  12. DBella Seducente/Mortale

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    That's great to be able to transfer such emotion in writing and touch others.
    Keep it up! :up: :)
     
  13. DBella Seducente/Mortale

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    The Eternal Tree ~ Tove Ditlevsen

    There are two men in the world, who
    Are crossing my path I see,
    And one is the man I love,
    The other is in love with me.

    And one exists in the nightly dreams
    Of my sombre soul evermore,
    The other stands at the door of my heart
    But I will not open the door.

    And once one gave me a vernal breath
    Of happiness squandered - alack!
    The other gave me his whole, long life
    And got never an hour back.

    And one lives hot in the song of my blood
    Where love is pure, unbound -
    The other is one with the humdrum day
    Where all our dreams are drowned.

    Between these two every woman stands,
    In love, beloved, and white -
    And once every hundred years it happens
    That both in one unite.
     
  14. unknownuser nuʞuoʍunsǝɹ

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    Having been the latter man quite a few times in my life, I really like this :up:
     
  15. Abaddon Watching

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    Nice one.:):up:
     
  16. Abaddon Watching

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    Ode to My Sweet


    Bella my sweet
    How I miss suckling on her teat
    I gave her great moments of pleasure
    And she searched through my threads in her leisure
    Her eyes were a sight to behold
    If only they were in Vbcode
    Now lets get some chicken and get busy.
     
  17. DBella Seducente/Mortale

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    It may seem odd but somehow
    this makes me feel like a cow
    If it's milk from my nipples that you seek
    I am afraid the news I have is quite bleak
    For do you not see the sign that said
    "No suckling unless I get paid"?

    Sir, yes, Sir! *salutes*
    Uhh... what do I do with the chicken again?
    Shove it up your a**?? ;):D
     
  18. JLBats The boney king of nowhere

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    Lots of Love for Lack of Sleep: Act One: Scene A: Broken Hearts and Lipstick

    He waltzes in,
    Five o'clock shadow came in late,
    He's not a hero,
    Despite his slight resemblence to De Niro,

    He saunters up and sits down at the bar,
    It's seedy,
    He asks for finely aged scotch,
    And as he grimaces,
    Cy Penton checks his watch,

    The lady in the red dress saunters up beside him,
    He's married,
    She doesn't care,
    Cy Penton takes her to the car,
    Throws her in by her hair,

    She said she liked it rough,
    He tells her he was a cop once,
    She doesn't believe him,
    Nobody who makes love in a Camarro,
    And smells of alcohol,
    And has holes on his arms where in goes the heroin,

    Could have ever been a cop,

    But he was,
    And this is his story
     
  19. The Question Objectivism doesn't work.

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    Ullysses by alfred lord tennyson.

    1It little profits that an idle king,
    2By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
    3Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
    4Unequal laws unto a savage race,
    5That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
    6I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
    7Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy'd
    8Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
    9That loved me, and alone, on shore, and when
    10Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
    11Vext the dim sea: I am become a name;
    12For always roaming with a hungry heart
    13Much have I seen and known; cities of men
    14And manners, climates, councils, governments,
    15Myself not least, but honour'd of them all;
    16And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
    17Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
    18I am a part of all that I have met;
    19Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
    20Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades
    21For ever and forever when I move.
    22How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
    23To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
    24As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life
    25Were all too little, and of one to me
    26Little remains: but every hour is saved
    27From that eternal silence, something more,
    28A bringer of new things; and vile it were
    29For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
    30And this gray spirit yearning in desire
    31To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
    32Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.


    33 This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
    34To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle,--
    35Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
    36This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
    37A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees
    38Subdue them to the useful and the good.
    39Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
    40Of common duties, decent not to fail
    41In offices of tenderness, and pay
    42Meet adoration to my household gods,
    43When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.


    44 There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
    45There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
    46Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me--
    47That ever with a frolic welcome took
    48The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
    49Free hearts, free foreheads--you and I are old;
    50Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
    51Death closes all: but something ere the end,
    52Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
    53Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
    54The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
    55The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
    56Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
    57'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
    58Push off, and sitting well in order smite
    59The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
    60To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
    61Of all the western stars, until I die.
    62It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
    63It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
    64And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
    65Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
    66We are not now that strength which in old days
    67Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
    68One equal temper of heroic hearts,
    69Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
    70To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

     
  20. DBella Seducente/Mortale

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    Btw, Abaddon...

    I like your sig. :up:
    Macbeth is my favorite Shakespeare's play followed by King Lear.
     
  21. Abaddon Watching

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    Hamlet is actually my favorite.I think my sig sums up my current disposition pretty well.
     
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    The Sea-Limits Dante Gabriel Rosseti

    Consider the sea’s listless chime:
    Time’s self it is, made audible—
    The murmur of the earth’s own shell.
    Secret continuance sublime
    Is the sea’s end: our sight may pass
    No furlong further. Since time was,
    This sound hath told the lapse of time.

    No quiet, which is death’s—it hath
    The mournfulness of ancient life,
    Enduring always at dull strife.
    As the world’s heart of rest and wrath,
    Its painful pulse is in the sands.
    Last utterly, the whole sky stands,
    Grey and not known, along its path.

    Listen alone beside the sea,
    Listen alone among the woods;
    Those voice of twin solitudes
    Shall have one sound alike to thee:
    Hark where the murmurs of thronged men
    Surge and sink back and surge again—
    Still the one voice of wave and tree.

    Gather a shell from the strown beach
    And listen at its lips: they sigh
    The same desire and mystery,
    The echo of the whole sea’s speech.
    And all mankind is thus at heart
    Not anything but what thou art:
    And Earth, Sea, Man, are all in each.
     
  23. Armand Z Trip Recalcitrant

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    [size=+2]Invictus[/size]
    William Ernest Henley
    1849–1903
    Out of the night that covers me,
    Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
    I thank whatever gods may be
    For my unconquerable soul.

    In the fell clutch of circumstance
    I have not winced nor cried aloud.
    Under the bludgeonings of chance
    My head is bloody, but unbowed.

    Beyond this place of wrath and tears
    Looms but the Horror of the shade,
    And yet the menace of the years
    Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

    It matters not how strait the gate,
    How charged with punishments the scroll,
    I am the master of my fate:
    I am the captain of my soul.
     
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    Robert Browning- Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came

    1My first thought was, he lied in every word,
    2 That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
    3 Askance to watch the working of his lie
    4On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford
    5Suppression of the glee that pursed and scored
    6 Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.


    7What else should he be set for, with his staff?
    8 What, save to waylay with his lies, ensnare
    9 All travellers who might find him posted there,
    10And ask the road? I guessed what skull-like laugh
    11Would break, what crutch 'gin write my epitaph
    12 For pastime in the dusty thoroughfare,


    13If at his counsel I should turn aside
    14 Into that ominous tract which, all agree,
    15 Hides the Dark Tower. Yet acquiescingly
    16I did turn as he pointed: neither pride
    17Nor hope rekindling at the end descried,
    18 So much as gladness that some end might be.


    19For, what with my whole world-wide wandering,
    20 What with my search drawn out thro' years, my hope
    21 Dwindled into a ghost not fit to cope
    22With that obstreperous joy success would bring,
    23I hardly tried now to rebuke the spring
    24 My heart made, finding failure in its scope.


    25As when a sick man very near to death
    26 Seems dead indeed, and feels begin and end
    27 The tears and takes the farewell of each friend,
    28And hears one bid the other go, draw breath
    29Freelier outside ("since all is o'er," he saith,
    30 "And the blow fallen no grieving can amend";)


    31While some discuss if near the other graves
    32 Be room enough for this, and when a day
    33 Suits best for carrying the corpse away,
    34With care about the banners, scarves and staves:
    35And still the man hears all, and only craves
    36 He may not shame such tender love and stay.


    37Thus, I had so long suffered in this quest,
    38 Heard failure prophesied so oft, been writ
    39 So many times among "The Band"--to wit,
    40The knights who to the Dark Tower's search addressed
    41Their steps--that just to fail as they, seemed best,
    42 And all the doubt was now--should I be fit?


    43So, quiet as despair, I turned from him,
    44 That hateful cripple, out of his highway
    45 Into the path he pointed. All the day
    46Had been a dreary one at best, and dim
    47Was settling to its close, yet shot one grim
    48 Red leer to see the plain catch its estray.


    49For mark! no sooner was I fairly found
    50 Pledged to the plain, after a pace or two,
    51 Than, pausing to throw backward a last view
    52O'er the safe road, 'twas gone; grey plain all round:
    53Nothing but plain to the horizon's bound.
    54 I might go on; nought else remained to do.


    55So, on I went. I think I never saw
    56 Such starved ignoble nature; nothing throve:
    57 For flowers--as well expect a cedar grove!
    58But cockle, spurge, according to their law
    59Might propagate their kind, with none to awe,
    60 You'd think; a burr had been a treasure-trove.
     
  25. bored One Sexy Lemur

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    61No! penury, inertness and grimace,
    62 In some strange sort, were the land's portion. "See
    63 Or shut your eyes," said Nature peevishly,
    64"It nothing skills: I cannot help my case:
    65'Tis the Last Judgment's fire must cure this place,
    66 Calcine its clods and set my prisoners free."


    67If there pushed any ragged thistle-stalk
    68 Above its mates, the head was chopped; the bents
    69 Were jealous else. What made those holes and rents
    70In the dock's harsh swarth leaves, bruised as to baulk
    71All hope of greenness? 'tis a brute must walk
    72 Pashing their life out, with a brute's intents.


    73As for the grass, it grew as scant as hair
    74 In leprosy; thin dry blades pricked the mud
    75 Which underneath looked kneaded up with blood.
    76One stiff blind horse, his every bone a-stare,
    77Stood stupefied, however he came there:
    78 Thrust out past service from the devil's stud!


    79Alive? he might be dead for aught I know,
    80 With that red gaunt and colloped neck a-strain,
    81 And shut eyes underneath the rusty mane;
    82Seldom went such grotesqueness with such woe;
    83I never saw a brute I hated so;
    84 He must be wicked to deserve such pain.


    85I shut my eyes and turned them on my heart.
    86 As a man calls for wine before he fights,
    87 I asked one draught of earlier, happier sights,
    88Ere fitly I could hope to play my part.
    89Think first, fight afterwards--the soldier's art:
    90 One taste of the old time sets all to rights.


    91Not it! I fancied Cuthbert's reddening face
    92 Beneath its garniture of curly gold,
    93 Dear fellow, till I almost felt him fold
    94An arm in mine to fix me to the place
    95That way he used. Alas, one night's disgrace!
    96 Out went my heart's new fire and left it cold.


    97Giles then, the soul of honour--there he stands
    98 Frank as ten years ago when knighted first.
    99 What honest men should dare (he said) he durst.
    100Good--but the scene shifts--faugh! what hangman hands
    101In to his breast a parchment? His own bands
    102 Read it. Poor traitor, spit upon and curst!


    103Better this present than a past like that;
    104 Back therefore to my darkening path again!
    105 No sound, no sight as far as eye could strain.
    106Will the night send a howlet or a bat?
    107I asked: when something on the dismal flat
    108 Came to arrest my thoughts and change their train.


    109A sudden little river crossed my path
    110 As unexpected as a serpent comes.
    111 No sluggish tide congenial to the glooms;
    112This, as it frothed by, might have been a bath
    113For the fiend's glowing hoof--to see the wrath
    114 Of its black eddy bespate with flakes and spumes.


    115So petty yet so spiteful! All along
    116 Low scrubby alders kneeled down over it;
    117 Drenched willows flung them headlong in a fit
    118Of mute despair, a suicidal throng:
    119The river which had done them all the wrong,
    120 Whate'er that was, rolled by, deterred no whit.


    121Which, while I forded,--good saints, how I feared
    122 To set my foot upon a dead man's cheek,
    123 Each step, or feel the spear I thrust to seek
    124For hollows, tangled in his hair or beard!
    125--It may have been a water-rat I speared,
    126 But, ugh! it sounded like a baby's shriek.


    127Glad was I when I reached the other bank.
    128 Now for a better country. Vain presage!
    129 Who were the strugglers, what war did they wage,
    130Whose savage trample thus could pad the dank
    131Soil to a plash? Toads in a poisoned tank,
    132 Or wild cats in a red-hot iron cage--


    133The fight must so have seemed in that fell cirque.
    134 What penned them there, with all the plain to choose?
    135 No foot-print leading to that horrid mews,
    136None out of it. Mad brewage set to work
    137Their brains, no doubt, like galley-slaves the Turk
    138 Pits for his pastime, Christians against Jews.


    139And more than that--a furlong on--why, there!
    140 What bad use was that engine for, that wheel,
    141 Or brake, not wheel--that harrow fit to reel
    142Men's bodies out like silk? with all the air
    143Of Tophet's tool, on earth left unaware,
    144 Or brought to sharpen its rusty teeth of steel.
     

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