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| Jubal | May 28 2009, 05:59:11 PM Post #1 |
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These poems are random msuings on the world and life in general, I'll post ones realted to something in particular in a different thread. ............................................................ This first one is a few years old now, prolly from 06 or 07, can't remember. I worte it about being a nerd/geek (hence neek). If anyone spots the tangential Dylan reference (Bob Dylan, not Dylan Thomas) I will be impressed. The Neek Flashing digits. On a keyboard, on a screen, Free in his own world, Free on his own turf, On his own terms. His creation is launched On a never-ending journey Into Cyberspace. Then It is gone. A frail form battered into a swivel chair, A mountainous pile of books lies at his side, Rows of teddies’ eyes stare down from shelves and from the bed, A stuffed toy looks to the ceiling as if it had died, His mind rests not on worldly things, What’s ‘cool’ what’s ‘in’ he doesn’t care, But stare Right past the vacuums of his pixellated eyes, Into the freedom of his mind, And the infinity beyond, You will see An untamed wilderness, Wilder than his hair, A place where he can roam, Unfenced and unchained. Flashing digits. On a keyboard, on a screen, A world of digits, A digital world, The world of a Neek. My world. |
| I am Jubal the modder, Jubal the wayfarer, Jubal the admin. And I have come to you now, at the turning of the tide... | |
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| +Silver Wolf+ | May 30 2009, 07:49:23 PM Post #2 |
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Howling at the moon...
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I like it ... Especially this part : "A place where he can roam, Unfenced and unchained." Good old computer... The only place where you can be completely free and pretend to be the God Edited by Silver Wolf, May 30 2009, 07:51:56 PM.
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"We fight them with our steel, we fight them with our courage, but above all we fight them with our faith in Sigmar." Magnus the Pious, at the Battle of the Gates of Kislev | |
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| Jubal | May 30 2009, 08:10:19 PM Post #3 |
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Thanks. Yea, the internet is a place which I think makes people very different. I wrote this today, just thinking about someone, and then wrote it. Lang is a bit old-style, but I like it that way. The "fresh and rosy-fingered dawn" is an Odyssey reference by the way. Swanwing The fresh and rosy-fingered dawn caught me; I was ensnared by the beauty of the light. The cold light of dawn that lit my weary face Turned thine to a miracle of elegance and grace The beauty of the sun, and the envy of the night. Was it thy grace that sent my head thus whirling? The ochre locks of thy hair so free Thy voice that into mine head crept The thoughts I had; the times I wept Are still turning in my mind, and drawing me to thee. Upon my face dwells no such noble visage; Outwardly I am unlovely to behold Although we two may think as one When I leave thee, from your mind I am gone But in mine thou stay, more fair than fine-spun gold. My mind shall dwell upon thee ever; Its fevered thoughts cannot now turn away And still I hear your voice so blessed Yet I cannot to thee confess That in my mind thou art, for ever and a day. Edited by Jubal, May 30 2009, 08:19:59 PM.
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| Jubal | May 30 2009, 08:19:03 PM Post #4 |
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My third poem for this thread is utterly wierd beyond belief. It's not entitled Mind Roaming for nothing... I wrote it a couple of months ago. Mind Roaming In a tavern, In a an alley, In a town somewhere, There’s a man chained up behind a wall that isn’t there. His mind is hidden in a storm of sleet… In a backroom, In a rat-trap, In a backwards street, There’s a man lying there in chains. Behind a glass brick wall, A façade of ice, If he wants to stay alive he knows he has to pay the price, But the sad thing is… I know that man’s in pain. And he dreams of… A castle, On a mountain On a great back crag, Where the dragons and the gryphons all just started taking scag, Because the knights are dead and gone, In the castle, In the tower, In an unlit cell where day and night are one, There’s the last romantic lying looking down on the world from above… Behind a glass brick wall, A façade of ice, If he wants to stay complete he knows he has to pay the price, But the sad thing is… I know that man’s in love. And he thinks of… A princess, In a palace, In the centre of the realm, A girl in a world that’s covered by the press, Because the realm outside’s unable, To see her bedroom, Like a cellblock, Nothing but a bed and table. And the girl’s surrounded by cameras and maids…. Behind a glass brick wall, A façade of ice, If she wants to stay on top she knows she has to pay the price, But the sad thing is… I know that girl’s afraid. In a classroom, At a desk, In a secondary school, Where the foolish man is wise, and wisdom makes a fool, And the people forgot how to dream, On a pile of paper, In a pair of old young eyes, There’s a mind that can see things that aren’t as they seem, And a roaming idea waiting to be free, Behind a glass brick wall, A façade of ice, If I want to stay around I know I’ve got to pay the price, But the sad thing is… The sad thing is… I know that man is me. |
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| Jubal | May 31 2009, 07:05:58 AM Post #5 |
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Naelian iea Estarrioe oetoe; ouranael, oni esta. astumavale oni; oetoe Lahoie irtar. |
| I am Jubal the modder, Jubal the wayfarer, Jubal the admin. And I have come to you now, at the turning of the tide... | |
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| Jubal | May 31 2009, 07:45:23 PM Post #6 |
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Just wrote this. A Wind-Dream I dream Of catching the whistling wind That whirls through the treetops Buffeting and tossing the oak leaves And swaying the branches. I dream Of the whirling, twirling leaves Catching in your hair And then pulling free Onwards along the breeze. I dream Of your wondrous eyes Enigmatic, shining and bright The radiant sun kept within Trapped, to shine upon the world. I dream Of nothing at all But a wet and windswept wilderness The place where I can almost dream That I could speak with you freely. I dream Because I know in the end That nothing can bring me solace That I am not worthy That my heart quests in vain. I dream Of you... |
| I am Jubal the modder, Jubal the wayfarer, Jubal the admin. And I have come to you now, at the turning of the tide... | |
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| Jubal | Jun 8 2009, 07:29:58 PM Post #7 |
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Wrote this sitting in a tent. Breeze of Misfortune Like the pennants of a doomed battalion That fluttered in the last wind of freedom; I see your hair flying in the breeze The greatest, deepest treasure of a hidden kingdom. The wind moves with the flow of time It moves our weariness on each day; Yet still it takes all or it take nothing My dreams and wishes blown away. I will never know the joy of speaking freely of my thoughts I shall never tell you how I clearly, truly feel; Ne'er let you realise I wrote this lost and wistful poem Forgotten name, forgotten dream, a hope that was not real. |
| I am Jubal the modder, Jubal the wayfarer, Jubal the admin. And I have come to you now, at the turning of the tide... | |
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| +Silver Wolf+ | Jun 8 2009, 08:41:08 PM Post #8 |
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Howling at the moon...
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You are a great poet... Maybe you should find some agency to publish some of your songs
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"We fight them with our steel, we fight them with our courage, but above all we fight them with our faith in Sigmar." Magnus the Pious, at the Battle of the Gates of Kislev | |
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| Jubal | Jun 9 2009, 03:10:48 PM Post #9 |
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I just get poems in my head and write them down, sometimes they come out good. Most of my recent output has been at the love-poem end of the spectrum (girl I like, obviously doesn't like me, so what else to do but write poems?). I should try and get a bit more normal poetry done maybe. |
| I am Jubal the modder, Jubal the wayfarer, Jubal the admin. And I have come to you now, at the turning of the tide... | |
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| Jubal | Jun 10 2009, 05:36:58 PM Post #10 |
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Last thoughts The guilt comes creeping A whisper at the door A gnawing at the floorboards A subtle finger on the latch. The guilt. Speaking. The voice of ghosts gone by The thoughts of lost pharaohs And the faces of the dead. The guilt is breathing Taking your breath for its own Feeding on your memories The last gasps of your dying love. The guilt will follow And find you waking And find you sleeping Until In the end You surrender to despair. |
| I am Jubal the modder, Jubal the wayfarer, Jubal the admin. And I have come to you now, at the turning of the tide... | |
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| Jubal | Jun 10 2009, 06:08:10 PM Post #11 |
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Paved with good intentions "Was this the last stand?" The ealdorman thought, As he rallied his men For the journey to hell. The muskets were blazing The sabres were flashing The guns pounded out The men's funeral knell. For god and for country For family and king, For friend or for brother. They died as one regiment, Man by man by man, One, then another. Then another. Another Another Another Another soul trudging the long road to the banks of the Styx. |
| I am Jubal the modder, Jubal the wayfarer, Jubal the admin. And I have come to you now, at the turning of the tide... | |
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| +Silver Wolf+ | Jun 10 2009, 06:58:31 PM Post #12 |
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Howling at the moon...
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You are a poem writing machine xD .... No seriously, I like your songs very much and i think that you are a great poem writer |
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"We fight them with our steel, we fight them with our courage, but above all we fight them with our faith in Sigmar." Magnus the Pious, at the Battle of the Gates of Kislev | |
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| +Goldyrulz+ | Jun 11 2009, 04:14:07 PM Post #13 |
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Teh High Bunneh Priest
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More! More! More! And these come into your head... WOW! Never knew it. |
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| Jubal | Jun 18 2009, 04:56:23 PM Post #14 |
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A falling shadow... I see shadows fall across the darkling road I see darkness draped over the last house in the town. I have seen what men can do I have seen what they have done To hear the sound of pike and shot To see the foe and turn and run I see shadows fall across the darkling road I see darkness draped over the last house in the town. There are faces in the mud There are mothers weeping still Will you remember the noise and blood? I have been there; I always will. I see shadows fall across the darkling road I see spirits soar and people who I thought I knew. I see shadows fall across the darkling road And what other man What other man Will bear this dead men's load? |
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| Jubal | Jun 29 2009, 08:39:35 PM Post #15 |
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The Waiting Cloud The clouds darken the horizon. Harbingers of thunder and bright death. Oh, foolish world below Foolish life clinging on to a ball of rock In the vast emptiness of the universe. Each tree, each beast, is at the whim of fickle nature Even if it knows it not. The clouds remain though Ready to give the rain that life needs And as ready to strike the ground and take it away As the thunder gets closer. I, standing here. Of a species too weak to kill, too slow to flee Evolution's afterthought And yet masters of a constructed fantasy Man expands himself onto his world And his loves and lives Desires and dreams Are painted Across the world on which he lives. That battered ball of rock Hurtling through space And he believes. Believes in his triumph Believes in his victory And he hopes Hopes for a future Hopes for a better life ahead. In his arrogance, he is lord of the universe. But it is only the universe of his belief. His power seems to extend forever But the clouds sit on the horizon Brooding Waiting And ever ready to prove him wrong once more. |
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