A Poem Thread

Discussion in 'Art & Culture' started by Angelus, Nov 9, 2002.

  1. Write4U Valued Senior Member

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    Sunday Park

    Brightly filters sunlight
    through the foliage
    of the scarred old tree
    bearing knife marks
    Joe loves Mary, 1963
    broken hearts, carved so boldly
    for anyone to see

    Sunday morning park
    basking in the sun
    flowers blooming, beetles zooming
    so inviting to have fun

    Car pulls up the parking lot
    slamming doors, engine hot
    blankets, dishes, picnic baskets
    on the grass that's still wet
    bats and balls, strung out net
    now we're ready, we're all set

    Watch it Johnnie, don't do that
    oh were is that catsup now
    Steven see, you broke the bat
    we need more coals, this meat is raw

    Oh my, I'm just too old for this
    I should have stayed at home
    mother, look, you see this bump
    he hit me with a stone

    Sunday, Sunday park
    blazing in the sun
    people bustling, children tussling
    all pretending to have fun

    Time is up, time to go
    it's getting onto six
    let's break it up, pack it in
    no, no, no, no more tricks
    we'll be back next week for sure
    you can count on that
    hurry up now, let's get going
    has anyone seen my hat

    Sunday evening park
    slowly sets the sun
    litter scattered, flowers battered
    all is quiet from the fun

    Dimly filters sunlight
    through the foliage
    of the scarred old tree
    bearings knife marks
    I love Mary, Joe iscrazy, 1963
    broken hearts, pierced with arrows
    but no one to see.

    W4U
     
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  3. C C Consular Corps - "the backbone of diplomacy" Valued Senior Member

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    The Do-gooder Song (lyric)

    I trash capitalism
    Every chance that I get.
    Adore the irrationalism
    Of making money from its threat.

    Took up Uncle Karl's profession,
    Where saints fight against oppression.
    When a slick racket's found,
    Don't ever shut it down!

    I'm a do-gooder,
    Enhancing my career.
    I'm a shrewd looter,
    Opportunist signaling here!

    Just raise the crimson fist,
    If toil's at its darkest.
    If fairness is dismissed,
    Find that hero who's a Marxist.

    Nah, you want a rich prog spender,
    A resourceful left pretender.
    Got plenty for a feast?
    Invite my hungry priest!

    I'm a do-gooder,
    Refining my charade.
    I'm a smooth looter,
    Soapy crusader on parade!

    Need a public spotlight?
    Let's posture and inveigh.
    Social justice can be brought right
    To the Collectivist Café.

    Despite my color privilege,
    They can't tar this savior image.
    We decide what's nice, bad,
    Guilty as my white dad!

    I'm a do-gooder,
    Enhancing my career.
    I'm a shrewd looter,
    Opportunist signaling here!

    Like philosopher kings
    Tugging where your heart rings,
    Give us what moral power brings,
    So we can pull your puppet strings!

    I'm the intellectual class,
    That pretentious celebrity,
    Or politician ass.
    Better society!

    [refrain change, closing]

    Any land of cream and sugar
    Attracts our pied recruiter.
    If a crisis grows acuter
    Better call the do-gooder!

    Better call the do-gooder!

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  7. Write4U Valued Senior Member

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    Spoiler:
    Prompt: "Write a short rhyming poem explaining Einstein's theory of general relativity in easy but accurate terms"

    General Relativity

    If you want to understand Einstein's thought
    It's not that hard if you give it a shot
    General Relativity is the name of the game
    Where space and time cannot remain the same
    Mass affects the curvature of space
    Which affects the flow of time's race
    An object's motion will be affected
    By the distortion that is detected
    The closer you are to a large mass
    The slower time will seem to pass
    The farther away you may be
    Time will speed up for you to see

    Guess who?

    https://arstechnica.com/information...onquers-rhyming-poetry-with-new-gpt-3-update/
     
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  8. Tiassa Let us not launch the boat ... Valued Senior Member

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    In the Desert
    by Stephen Crane, 1895


    In the desert
    I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
    Who, squatting upon the ground,
    Held his heart in his hands,
    And ate of it.
    I said, "Is it good, friend?"
    "It is bitter ― bitter," he answered;

    "But I like it
    "Because it is bitter,
    "And because it is my heart."

     
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  9. Magical Realist Valued Senior Member

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    "How are you?" you ask.
    My mind races
    There's nothing worse than having a thousand things to say. Every word and thought scrambling for first place in my mind,
    only
    to catch
    in a lump
    at the back of my throat...
    unsaid
    "I'm fine" I reply.
    "No really?" you press on.
    "There's so much I want to say but I can't make sense of it. Not yet."
    "That’s frustrating."
    "It is," I say, "but I think if I scream... it might help."
    So I do
    And I'm not alone
    You're screaming too
    We're all screaming
    At the top of our lungs
    ***Tara Shannon
     
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    Desolation dwells

    Left emptiness, vacant room
    stark walls, lonely broom
    tilting table, checkered cloth
    coffee stains, lifeless moth

    Human beings here once dwelt
    perhaps hope here once was felt
    but look around and see
    could it have been but misery
    desolation dwells

    Uninspired ornaments of alabaster
    molded scrolls of casting plaster
    windows smudged with coated grime
    wooden floors revealing time
    desolation dwells

    Left emptiness, vacant room
    stark walls, lonely broom
    tilting table, rusty knife
    reminders of the time
    this lonely place once was alive

    Human beings here once dwelt
    joy and sorrow once were felt
    now shadows cast a silent spell
    and desolation dwells
     
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  11. ThazzarBaal Registered Senior Member

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    Contemplate this before leaving
    Or abandon the heart still beating
    Legos and toes, bare feet and old clothes
    It's never not a good time for coffee.
     
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    Allegory for any effort to keep two forces, agencies, or idiots (especially young ones) apart. To prevent them from bringing ruin to themselves and collateral hardship to those around them. Usually futile in terms of working, but catering to sentimental optimism here. --Cece
    - - - - - - - - - - - - - -


    Full Moon Valentine

    Down a highway barren of traffic.
    Lonely stretch with no demographic.
    Its crumbling pavement sprouting grass,
    Billboards wincing at their vintage past.

    Troubled spaces, where dogs run in packs.
    Broke trees kneeling atop railroad tracks.
    Trains have not rumbled here for ages;
    Gone as convicts escaped from cages.

    Enter a town pocked by street art scars,
    Sunken-eyed facades, and rusted cars.
    Where only death greets our monthly rite
    Of passing through to a better fright.

    Relic diner outside the limits.
    Abandoned farmsteads reached in minutes.
    Afternoon still dominates this land,
    Yet already the witch seeks his hand.

    So there's the lab near where it started.
    The parasitized girl still guarded.
    Heartbroken thing pining on a shelf.
    Immortal and cursed as he himself.

    Armed keepers circle the outdoor scene.
    Techs check and tweak the sentry machines.
    His buried hues leak into dry air.
    The beast's passion moans deep from its lair.

    How was a god interred years ago?
    The last tight-lipped survivor might know.
    Their alien love wills and wills
    As day rests its head behind far hills.

    Later, night's trauma slips its levee.
    Above, our wheeling orb sags heavy.
    The sullen scarecrows thrum in their field.
    Forsaken, yes, but shall never yield.
    _
     
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  13. Write4U Valued Senior Member

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    Wow... I like......
     
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  14. ThazzarBaal Registered Senior Member

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    Trichome Estates

    Walking uphill was no battle then. The night air cool but not crisp. There were three of us. Teenagers, with nothing to prove and everything to lose. The sandwich bag was full from bottom to first fold rim. The dense nuggets within carrying with them the scent of what would otherwise seem foul to the nasal pallet, still somehow the most pleasant of aromas I had ever encountered. "Do you know how to roll"?
    10 minutes later I found myself in a bubble and smiling from ear to ear. I think she swallowed me. I was in the far regions of a trichome mansion somewhere in trichome Estates. I'm sure of it. Stepping out was no easy task. She loved me and I loved her. My love for her is no less now than it was then. It's not that absence made my heart more fond, it's that she holds me close yet outside of herself. It has been nearly 25 years since we last danced. Even so, Trichome Estates is no less part of me than it was when the music was still playing.
     
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    The breaking

    Every break gets filled with something.
    Every time a little different than before.
    A little stronger for the breaking.
    I guess maybe so we ache no more.


    The first one clean the entire length through
    The second about the same.
    The third one the size of a dime
    And the fourth one came with shame.

    The tenth break came and went.
    Just like the 6 that came before.
    After that I quit counting.
    Instead, I counted on receiving more
    .
     
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  18. Write4U Valued Senior Member

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    Good stuff!
     
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    Corrosion of conformity (metal band)

    I'll call it a poem



    "Clean my wounds"

    I see the world through bloodshot eyes
    Streets filled with blood from distant lies.
    The dogs of war never compromise,
    No real time for rearranging.
    "Help me Jesus, help me clean my wounds"
    He said he cannot heal that kind.
    Bleeding soul becomes a bitter mind.
    He said it happens every time (Knock it down)
    And that's how the story goes (Knock it down)
    In the land of a thousand no's (Knock it down)
    I'm all over you in time my mind is changing.
    Knock it down
    Black on black gives me a heart attack
    And the silence makes it deadly.
    Some choose to kill with simple will.
    I've seen them fall fast and steady.
    "Help me Jesus, help me clean my wounds"
    He said he cannot heal that kind.
    Bleeding soul becomes a bitter mind.
    He said it happens every time (Knock it down)
    And that's how the story goes (Knock it down)
    In the land of a thousand no's (Knock it down)
    I'm all over you in time my mind is changing.
    Twist of fate won't give me a break
    And myself, I'm slow and tired.
    I've got to rise with these bloodshot eyes
    But I keep falling when I'm higher.
    "Help me Jesus, help me clean my wounds"
    He said he cannot heal that kind.
    Bleeding soul becomes a bitter mind.
    He said it happens every time (Knock it down)
    And that's how the story goes (Knock it down)
    In the land of a thousand no's (Knock it down)
    We are bleeding sins and our sins are always fadin'
    Oh fadin', oh fadin', oh fadin'
    Oh, knock it down, knock it down
    Oh, knock it down, knock it down
    Oh, knock it down, knock it down
    Oh, knock it down

    Source: LyricFind
    Songwriters: Pepper Keenan
    Clean My Wounds lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
     
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