A Poem Thread

This is what I think…
I desperately need to add a link…

Please excuse me just this time…
For throwing out a crappy rhyme…

Poetry, is this what you mean?
Who cares? It’s my lucky thirteen…

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With a post count of twenty or greater…
 
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's 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

Robert Frost
 
My deep thoughts fail me as of late
because it is all so surface
each breath, ech smile, each beat of my very heart
Is a reminder, a steady, pulsating voice that I am alive
Alive and my soul is free like never before
The thought of again donning my shell of misery
Is so far gone; the gun no longer hovers
The veins are clean and numb only when I choose
My head feels like a prism, a shard; I am me
Sharp, clear, focused, and for once
Alive again
 
Mood Indigo

The band played Mood Indigo, and a match
strikes fire to the glitter of her eye,
the vector glow shines a fierce spark; she
draws in the silken mist of it.

Her wraith smoke blows the desperate faces
away, she’s always in motion and never at rest
she swirls my blue vaulted imaginings.

My hand rakes the morphed air, and she smiles
and speaks to my fired heart, the harsh liquid of
my blood burns a pointed glow.

Two lights lost amongst the cool jazz and hushed
cigarette murmurs; the breeze halts the thickened
atmosphere as we greet the night, the moon
following us home.

And after the glow the wraith vapors rise again
sending our spent lust to meet that lonesome maiden
our mood indigo.
 
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In the Light of the Night
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Once I had a girl who loved me
We were never far apart
We would lay on this shore oh her I adored
In the light of the night from above.
.
It was here where she first said she loved me
It was here where we shared our first kiss
It was here where I asked her to marry me
In the light of the night she said yes.
.
It was here on this spot where she told me
We would soon be a family of three
And I said to her "dear, you have nothing to fear"
In the light of the night how she glowed.
.
Then that fateful day came along
Something went wrong, I lost my son
And the doctors came in and said
"She hasn't much time, go say goodbye for the last."
.
I once had a woman who loved me
My heart she had from the start
But now I come here to shed all my tears
In the light of the night I cry.
 
Sill Cat.

Sill Cat.

My cat sits on the windowsill; hidden
behind the venetian blind with an
Egyptian eye he measures time.

His honeyed hair rises as the reaper stalks
by, “Not today, not today!” His golden
eyes decry. The cats seen death off once
again and even midian fears his name.

What angels circle his cat brain? And demons
all are put to shame, he cleans his fur and fears
no pain, my cat died once and lived again!

He sees the dead and knows their plight;
they come to see him in the night.
Their spectral lights glint once then die, he
comforts all the ones who cry.

And as dawn bursts, he seeks his wish, my
long tailed cat want’s his can of fish!
And then he’ll sit in window seat, fish
breathed he’ll wait for still more souls to greet.

Egyptian eyed he’ll measure time, forever in
my fevered mind.
 
Let me sing you a song all about my disease.
It makes me do things in multiples of three.
And if you were to ask what's the matter with me,
I would tap my right foot (tap, tap, tap) and say O.C.D.
I place my belongings in parallel lines.
If it's not a right angle it's wrong in my mind.
So if you see me acting out please let me be,
for I'm clapping my hands (clap, clap, clap) do to O.C.D.
Singing I, I, I; I, I, I (start round) don't know oh why, why, why; why, why, why; why, why, why. I, I, I; I, I, I can't stop my mind, mind, mind; mind, mind, mind; mind, mind, mind (end round).
I'll wash my hands at least three times an hour.
I'll lather and rub and I'll scrub and I'll scour.
But if someone comes in and they interrupt me,
I will rinse and repeat do to my O.C.D. I will rinse and repeat do my O.C.D. I will rinse and repeat do to my O.C.D.
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[Back Story: There is a guy at my work (one of the bosses sons) who suffers from obsessive compulsive disorder. His ticks and rituals piss off every employee in the shop, myself included. The thing is, I know he is sick so instead of letting myself get upset and ruining my day, I decided to write a little Irish diddie that I could sing to myself whenever I saw him wasting the companies money. I have to say, it has worked like a charm.]
 
Good deal and good ditty!
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We are the holiday a hideaway from happiness.
All here to live in pain, love in vain then fade away.
Must have the emptiness, loneliness we feel inside.
One day you'll know true peace but that won't be until you die.
If humans knew what they're able to do.
Creators of feeling shame. What we've learned will remain.
It's up to you now choose how it comes through.
Know how to sacrifice, take advice, they'll rejoice.
(For) We are the holiday a hideaway from happiness.
All here to live in pain, love in vain then fade away.
Must have the emptiness, loneliness we feel inside.
Only through misery can we know that we're alive.
.
[I wrote this twenty years ago, when I was thirteen.]
 
Festivus For Evermore
.
Ooooh leave those trees outside your door
we don't need yuletide logs no more
for the rest of us knows what's in store
it's Feativus for evermore.
Gather round ye kindred souls
the barren aluminum pole
for it signifies all we oppose
it's Feativus for evermore.
Let the feast began, and air your grievances my friend.
Miracles abound, mundane events yes they're allowed.
With feats of strength we'll wrestle proud
the household head down to the ground
but when he get pinned by foe or friend
then Festivus comes to an end.
 
Simply beautiful. A tear came to my eye; possibly because I pulled out a nose-hair at the same time.
 
My neighbor's grass was greener
It gave him a bad demeanor
But I can make it red
If i take my gun and shoot him dead.

Somewhere I have read
If nothing nice is to be said
Then do not say anything at all
I should just shoot him in the head.

He'll lay on his grassy bed
With a sleeping pill made out of lead
All is well as the worms rejoice
Now they will be fed
Oh how well they will be fed
In the grass that is red
Red red red

His grass wil still be greener
But much less cleaner
His wife will scream in dread
When she finds his first shred.

In the end it's only grass
But so much hate it has bred
A man lies face down on floor
I have since long fled
For the grass I made red
Red red red.

But better thoughts should prevail
Maybe him I have misread
Be a brother to thy neighbor
To him I'll offer to break bread
Break only bread
Not his sorry wrinkled head

No matter how beautiful the shade of red
Red red red.
 
Well they call you a lady but you're a devil in a red dress.

You got a face of a goddess but behind those eyes is where hell rests.

Your motions could cause kings to come undone.

Make empires fall with your serpant's tongue.

Moving in ways that defy all convention.

Happy now honey, you got our attention.
 
My first sight was of my fathers eyes.
Holding his heart, saying you're me

My first love was my mother's touch.
Flowing through me, warm and free.

In my youth they dreamed a world for me.
A world where love is the only creed.

So now i stand with their strength in my hamds.
To show the world what only they have seen.
 
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