The current political climate has me especially brooding and dark.... Borne of the carefully cultivated fields of divisiveness windswept seeds of contempt find purchase and root waiting patiently for next season's inevitable harvest.
Yes, one here. Sen sei, hope you can return to share more of your nice haiku with us. In response to your haiku, here is my amateurish work: Time to ride on the wind; Catch it in your last breath, And lo, gone with the wind!
Here is a little "poem" of mine about the Snowden affair. Valuable opinion and constructive criticism are welcome from any netizen: No cage bound, No turning back For a bird out of the cage. No pardon, No second chance For a runaway national Thanksgiving turkey. No patting a kitten on the lap, No petting a phoenix in a palace For anyone stepping out of line. Edward Snowden flatly denies Chinese spy claims http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2013/jun/17/edward-snowden-rubbishes-chinese-spy Obama Pardons Cobbler the Turkey for Thanksgiving http://abcnews.go.com/Politics/OTUS...s-turkey-named/story?id=17767432#.Ub_4rOczPOU President Obama Pardons Cobbler, the National Thanksgiving Turkey http://www.whitehouse.gov/blog/2012...-pardons-cobbler-national-thanksgiving-turkey
My poetry is so bad. It makes me ever so sad. .....Yeah that's as good as it gets. I can't write poetry to save my life. =(
Here is my improved version of a previous "poem" of mine on this thread: A bird out of the cage Flocks together with birds of a feather On the path of no return. A runaway national Thanksgiving turkey Keeps its toes crossed Without hope of pardon and second chance. A cat out of the bag Defecates all over the place, Leaving such a mess behind. A lad with a whistle Lands in very hot water After blowing the pants off his master.
Here is something I wrote a while back (actually a song my band plays): "Start a Revolution" Stop your fckin b!tching, start a revolution Free people are unbowed Stop your fckin b!tching, start a revolution Our Forefathers would be proud Evil laws, freedom rots Endless wars, all for what? No! We won't obey like slaves While heroes turn in their graves No more, we will fight To restore our stolen rights Organize the Chaos, Mastermind the Mayhem This ain't no halfassed plan Stop your fckin b!tching, start a revolution Stand up and be a man Stop your fckin b!tching, start a revolution In every single town Start a revolution, stop your fckin b!tching We're taking these mother fckers down Use your eyes, you will see You must fight to be free
ItÂ’s definitely better than my amateurish poems. Hope to see more songs and poems from you and other professional song-writers and poets. Keep up with your good work! P.S. How about posting a video of your band playing the song?
Written for my wife while we were still dating: FLOWER You put flowers in your hair Soft petals made brittle by your cheeks Bleeding fragrance to the air Dull sweetness lost in your scent You put flowers in your hair Wiled beauty in red by those lips As if something to compare No taste of nectar from its leaf You put flowers in your hair But they only pale in my minds light It just seems so unfair Fading colors with your smile You put flowers in your hair But I can't see them anymore
So what would have happened if Blue Oyster Cult had lived under the Nazi regime? Maybe something like this... Burn all the gays, Burn all the *****. I can't see no reason to put up with dykes. And I'm livin for givin the fuhror his view. And I'm burnin, I'm burnin, I'm burnin a Jew... Or what if The Youngbloods were waiting for thier food in a drive-thru for 30 minutes? Come one, people now. Get moving faster Gotta get your sh!t together Get to work, motherfckers Right now.
With sounding o' the drums came a roaring o' the guns and the brave died to a man while the cowards turned and ran. An' the ground it was all gory with those who died for futile glory. Ah where lies the glory in a death died by many in one breath in a cacophony of sound and for reward not e'en a fun'ral mound.
He rode. He knew where the battle would take place he only had to get there while it yet went on without killing his horse, the queen was rescued and now to see to her husband, his leige lord. Ere long he heard the sounds of battle in the distance but to his all to experienced ear it was a sound of a battle ebbing not of one at crescendo or commencing. And so he spurred his horse in order to pick up his pace. Then the noise ceased and he slowed his horse no point in killing the animal or riding headlong into an ambush himself for the battle was now decided for good or for ill. If the King were alive then he could tell him where his queen had been hidden, if dead then he had work to do. If the king was alive then once the Queen was restored to her husband he would retire to his father's castle lest the love that lay between he and the queen prove to great a temptation to them both and they dishonor the King whom they both loved and who loved them both as well. If the king was dead then it would be up to him to visit justice upon the king's murderers. In neither case would he ever see the queen again, for the king he would not dishonor while he yet lived, he would not dishonor in death either. And he knew the queen would feel just as he himself did. It was sad and strange he thought. But how could he not love her? She was everything a knight's lady ought to be and more for she had the temperment and wisdom to be queen as well, and how could she not love him for he was according to everyone else, but never himself at least aloud everything a knight of the table round should be. And he was acknowledged by all the best of them not because he was the biggest and strongest but because he was the most creative. He had been named the kings Justicier not because the king wished always to win but because the king wanted to end the barbarity of trial by combat for none dared face him in the arena of justice. (Perhaps to be continued...)
There once was a man named Aaron Alexis Who was born and raised in Fort Worth, Texas He took his gun for a walk one day, Went to his old wokplace and fired away. In a few hours 13 were dead. Others got shot and bled. Was he a terrorist or just really bad? Was he insane or just really mad? What bother me most (God forgive me for this) Is that his name was Aaron Alexis. Will Bartholomew Baton feel the need to kill more? Will Christopher Coffin seek a higher score? The Alphabet Assassins I don't want to see Even if it were only an r-rated movie. Please don't let it happen. It would be a shame If we got 25 more killers because of his name.
The encounter is now just a blur What are you going to do? Deny what you know? It's starting to grow. The choice to abort or endure. The harder the times are ahead The easier it's better off dead That's how her reasoning goes When faced with this fear Do loved ones draw near? Or does she see them as foes? Random thoughts. Rough outline.
There once was a lady called bright. Who could travel much faster than light. She took off one day on her relative way. And was arrested the previous night!
One evening she ever will treasure a night of passionate joy feelings no moment can measure a blur of life in action One morning of loving delight dreaming a girl, or a boy following afternoon fright sleepless the night lived in traction Decisions of tortured pain of what she wished to destroy regret and expected disdain yet comparative merely a fraction A future of hating herself self preservation employed placing self loathing on shelf A monster she sees in her caption Yet knowing the results of inaction.
When I actually campaigned for public office I had hoped that my primary writing could be translated into Spanish and be of some use to my former English as a second language students at Universidad Technologica de Israel de Quito! www.bankingsystemsflaws.blogspot.ca/
Tecoyah.... do you mind if I ask if this is about a girl who used a car to attempt suicide perhaps during the pressures and depression that can come with being pregnant?
It is a poem....you are left to interpret it as you choose. The impetus however, was derived in contemplation of this: