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| Jubal | Jul 4 2009, 05:32:17 PM Post #16 |
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Crowds In a crowd All are together United One cause And yet, in an inescapable way Alone Behind the cries of joy Shouts of anger Screams of grief There are people Silent thought drift through red mists Each to their own Each to themselves And At last Alone. |
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| Jubal | Jul 5 2009, 05:30:02 AM Post #17 |
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Shoes What do shoes show us? The footsteps of a wandering monk The frayed laces of a Londn urchin The worn soles of a favelador. What do they mean? The paths we have travelled The memories of feet long gone The first step to a distant star What can we learn? The pain and blisters of a long-harried messenger The firm tread of a marching warrior The piles upon piles of the shoes of the dead. Who were they? The small-footed yong and the bloat-footed old The gallant young hero, the merchant, the nurse And all of their shoes lie in the high walls of dread. A bump against the neck A person gone Another shoe's journey's end. |
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| Jubal | Jul 5 2009, 07:52:41 PM Post #18 |
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Suzanna's Song Do you need a friend? Follow that road, I'll tell you why; There's a friendly face there Who will gather up the air And lift your soul to the sky. And when at times I find I'm down, Suzanna comes to talk me round. And when the road is getting tough Her kind remarks are praise enough. Are you broken on the trail? Find Suzanna, and lift your feet Though your boots may be lead And your will be dead You'll be running again after you meet. And when at times I find I'm down, Suzanna comes to talk me round. And when the road is getting tough Her kind remarks are praise enough. Is it all too much? Fly away from Calvary, leave the past behind And find your strength again When the bell tolls in the rain And see the light, stop being blind And when at times you find you're down, Suzanna will come to talk you round. And when the world's destroying you Suzanna will help you too. Edited by Jubal, Jul 7 2009, 08:51:20 PM.
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| Jubal | Jul 6 2009, 05:37:50 PM Post #19 |
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Night The day is the story of our world. Vivid. Bright. The unruly and wild sun beating down Or the cold rains of winter shining in their leap to earth. But after that? A soft blaket begins to envelop the wolrd Blotting out the night And pulling us from the madness of our lives I am still there in those darkling hours Restless but resting Trying to forget To forget To forget The day, and the ills of the day And the painful memories of the light. Then. In the night. In the day There is shouting, fighting, anger, Narrowed, jabbing eyes That are softened by the night And closed. So then, in the whispering minutes The wolrd turns to me And the roads are paved with silver The people are bold and unafraid The trees sway in a wavering wind And all the blossom falls in a whirlwind of white. Then. In the darkness Of the night. |
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| Jubal | Jul 7 2009, 08:49:08 PM Post #20 |
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The Rising Sun The high and heavy branches Are moving in the breeze Like a newborn, silent owlet I look down from broadleaved trees. And my silent eyes look To the dew-covered grass And the birdsong, in the rising sun Can find me peace at last In the sun The rising sun. There are cygnets on the shining lake Cotton cloudlets in the air Blackberry flowers bloom gleaming white There are oak-leaves in my hair And my silent eyes look To the dew-covered grass And the birdsong, in the rising sun Can find me peace at last In the sun The rising sun. I look up from my old oak-branch To the swifts that rule the sky The sunbeams warm me like your smile And I want to spread my arms to fly But my silent eyes look To the dew-covered grass So the birdsong, in the rising sun Can find me peace at last In the sun The rising sun. We'll never sit on branches That are swaying in the breeze Never huddle up like young birds And listen to the trees So my silent eyes look Past the glittering mere And your face, in my mind's eye Can show me why I'm here In the sun The rising sun. Edited by Jubal, Jul 7 2009, 08:49:52 PM.
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| Son of the King | Jul 7 2009, 09:32:52 PM Post #21 |
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That is so true its amazing. All of that poem is tbh. |
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SotK . Sebastokrator Some Stuff of Potential Interest Township Britannia BC Celtic Hordes | |
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| Dripping D | Jul 8 2009, 06:59:13 PM Post #22 |
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I am the law...
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hmm does poetry have to be depressing to be a masterpiece? |
I AM THE LAW! PUT DOWN YOUR WEAPONS AND PREPARE TO BE JUDGED!![]() "I'm in favour of keeping DD in since there are no better candidates, and although he doesn't do much, it's because of that that he's good." - Marcus on the Spatharios elections | |
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| Jubal | Jul 8 2009, 07:54:13 PM Post #23 |
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Hell no, I tend to wirte depressing crap but nonsense poetry can be just as masterful if not more so. Jabberwocky, the Jumblies, and other such poems are awesome. |
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| Jubal | Jul 12 2009, 12:26:44 PM Post #24 |
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Fighting on So why? Why? Why? Why? I'm feeling pretty down today, The world got up and span away, It left me shivering in space The sunlight cold upon my face And nothing but nothing beneath my feet. So why am I here? Why? To fight, to fight the long defeat. I looked out over the egret's lake Ran to the water to find it was fake The trees were plastic, the bushes too The flowers were dead, devoid of dew The people were all happy and upbeat So why was I here? Why? To fight, to fight the long defeat. The last time I ever saw your eyes I knew that something had to die I couldn't chain down my flying soul I couldn't drag you from your social role And so we couldn't ever really meet So why did I try? Why? To fight, to fight the long defeat. If your aims can't be met If your life's another gamble That's a sure loser's bet In a sliding downhill scramble Then all you can ever do Is fight on until you lose And fight for every yard Til they come down so hard That you get beat. And finish up the long defeat. No-one's got a song to sing No-one thinks the kindly King Will ever find his shining seat So why does he try? Why? To fight, to fight the long defeat. The soldier in the wartime zone His weapon is a mobile phone Every person's happy now Everyone soul is dead or cowed And I went with the fleet To sail the seas To roam the breeze And fight the last defeat. Fight the last The lost and damned Fight the foe I'm never gonna beat And fight And fight And fight And fight And fight the long defeat. Edited by Jubal, Jul 12 2009, 12:28:28 PM.
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| Jubal | Aug 1 2009, 11:32:07 AM Post #25 |
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Winter's Child A child looked out On wars of frost And pillared towers Of icy cold. To see a small face Staring back From sparkling jails With bars of gold. He stepped outside And took his knife But all was chill And all was bare And in that waste He lost his life Searching for that Face so fair. And will this world E'er wet and thaw And free the young To walk fearless and bold? And will that child Ever see my eyes Staring back From sparkling jails With bars of gold? |
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| Jubal | Aug 2 2009, 02:16:17 PM Post #26 |
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Okay, some spoof songs of mine. The first is to the tune of "Will ye no come back again?" Will ye no use MSN? Bonnie geeks are noo awa' Safely powerin up the mains, Will ye link up with them all Will ye use your MSN? Will ye no use MSN? Will ye no use MSN? Send your pics and files tae me Nice and quick on MSN. Ye trusted in yer nerdy men They trusted ye to Facebook them They know of course when ye're online They can check your MSN. Will ye no use MSN? Will ye no use MSN? Change yer status or PP, Be yourself on MSN. We watched thee in thy busy hour On Mercury we saw ye stay Offline, through a software bug That says "invisible" clear as day Will ye no use MSN? Will ye no use MSN? Even if it's not as good as Mercury, We still all have MSN. Will ye no use MSN? Will ye no use MSN? We will bug you constantly 'Til you use your MSN. To the tune of Grease is the word... A PC for Nerds I troubleshoot problems And I check the light We gotta plug & play Feed the leads in alright. There is a chance that this PC could go far If we re-wire it now And see what the issues are We're PC nerds. A PC for nerds, It's got Access and Word, A VDU that needs cleaning. Resetting the time, setting programs in motion It can affect how we're feeling. They think that Excel's just a growing pain Why don't they understand that it's a crying shame. Clippit is lying, only docx is real, We'll just press Start right now And we can run what we feel, We're PC nerds. A PC for nerds, It's got Access and Word, A VDU that needs cleaning. Resetting the time, setting programs in motion It can affect how we're feeling. Is this bug an illusion? The help doesn't work And I'm filled with confusion What's this button here? A PC for nerds (it's for nerds) (just for nerds) (just for nerds).... |
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| Jubal | Aug 9 2009, 05:05:09 PM Post #27 |
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J'attend l'amour Which face is yours, That I am searching for? Which hair flows over fair shoulders Which eyes look back to my nervous glances? J'attend l'amour, my faithful friend, J'attend la femme, My friend, a love. J'attend, j'attend, j'attend J'attend l'amour. Why do I walk through swaying reeds, And watch the birds And see the clouds And never go to the world of men? To gaze away to a world alive, With the wind in my hair, And you at my side, But who am I speaking to? J'attend l'amour, my faithful friend, J'attend la femme, My friend, a love. J'attend, j'attend, j'attend J'attend m'amour. The concrete and flashing lights The blocked and trapped life Of a world I can never enter Whoever lives there. So will you come to the blackberry fields with me And sweep away your past life with the will to be free? Can we both look out over fields of gold, From the boughs of a tree, so stately and old, And with your head on my shoulder We'll watch the living world go by As the ants-nest young people In concrete cities Grow older And die. J'attend l'amour, my faithful friend, J'attend la femme, My friend, a love. J'attend, j'attend, j'attend J'attend m'amour. And in the end Is forever for eternity? The life of immortality Is the wish to be part of the world. Ozymandias has looked over the fall of New York, And the Pyramids have outlasted the Towers of Trade And if man is to kill off his own living land He shall murder himself with his own drunken hand. And still I walk through swaying reeds, But back over the road to my old home and creed, And stepping up to an old wooden door, And I still wait; J'attend l'amour. J'attend l'amour, my faithful friend, Et j'attend toi, My friend, my love. J'attend, j'attend, j'attend J'attend toi Toi, m'amour. Edited by Jubal, Aug 9 2009, 05:18:29 PM.
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| Jubal | Aug 11 2009, 01:30:13 PM Post #28 |
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Sides of the Wall What have I got to lose? Everything. What've I got to gain? Everything. As I see your smile And I feel my pain Is it worth the trial Is it worth the gain? You're on the other side of the wall... So everything's on both sides of the wall Everything's on both sides of the wall Everything's on both sides of the wall. What am I searching for? Everything. What have I got to look in? Everything. The mountain spires of high Bhutan The streets of New Orleans The garden of old Babylon The English pastures green And all cut up by endless walls... So can we travel over the wall? Everything's on both sides of the wall Everything's on both sides of the wall. What can people show us? Everything. What have people got to find out? Everything. The Jew who scribed a holy scroll, The galley slaves on quinquiremes, The man who killed and killed his soul, The man who stood and had a dream Staring through invisible walls... So can we break down this wall? Everything's on both sides of the wall Everything's on both sides of the wall. Can we do it? Can we do it? Can we break down this wall? Everything's on both sides of the wall Everything's on both sides of the wall. Everything's on both sides of the wall Everything's on both sides of the wall. |
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| Andalus | Aug 12 2009, 01:21:39 PM Post #29 |
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Many excellent poems here, Jubal. I'm more in favour of poetry that rhymes, normally, but I like these as well.
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| Jubal | Aug 12 2009, 01:44:19 PM Post #30 |
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I sometimes write rhyming stuff, but often I just write blank verse as it comes into my head. |
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