Poetry (Originally posted by Wuss)

I post this here so Red may call me names and all may know that I have tried. You may ONLY post here if you believe you have a better poem then one of mine. You may NOT attack other people without posting your own poem/song to be insulted. lol!

The Warrior
Wishing stars and coming truths,
Might lead one to deeper roots,
When pulled from one place,
And placed in some new house,
The warriors name goes with thee,
When you come forth with blade in sheath,
And your head be but a slit,
Be wary for death follows near,
Go to kill, mourn the dead,
While you still have a head,
Go now and fight,
For what’s right,
And kill this night,
For your fear is might.

The Rebel
A rebel is but a man,
That does what he can,
He will never surrender,
Or let others plunder,
Killing only at others hand,
Stealing only within a band,
Apart a rebel is no threat,
Together they are beings of fate,
Heed these words great conqueror,
They are a great tormentor,
When, your downfall, they seek!


Of Winter
A cold dew,
That so few knew,
Has come once more,
And entered through your door
A chill of fright,
Will you last the night,
Or can you live again,
And rise over the internal,
The internal fear you feel,
How will you heal,
With death so near?

Sea of Sands
Can you cross the sea of sands,
When all your hope can seep through your hands,
Will you brave the sea of sands,
Can you dessert the deserted and dishearten the disheartened,
Can you see the sea of Sands,
Watch what’s left and brave the rest,
Will you touch the sea of sands,
Can you feel the end grows longer,
Where is the food that you need,
Where is the death that refuses to come.

Eternity
The life of us is but the start,
When all returns new again,
The life of old returns from what,
The seas of eternity,
When you fall look past the eyes,
When you crawl it fills the skies,
Can you not see that ‘neath all this,
A loose grain is nothing in its eyes,
A grain but a piece of peace.


Witchcraft and the Like
A single man stands in a patch of grass,
Watch and you will learn a deep magic,
His craft is neither smelting nor farming,
He is a man of witchcraft and the like.

He is not like us, nor is he apart,
He lives his life and we live ours,
But when the need arises and the sword is raised,
He is the one to lead a man of witchcraft and the like.

Why is this so,
When push comes to throw,
Why must a man be better then a man,
Who leads when witchcraft and the like are lost?

Who can uncover a secret deep in an egg,
Why must they turn and mull over this magical thing,
When all is lost will it have helped,
Or will we all have died from this witchcraft and the like?

I soon discovered our blight,
At the center of all they forget our needs,
And when we come from our homes and cry there names,
It is fire they wield and death they bring,
Curse this witchcraft and the like!

Old Man Riddle
Once I met a man named old man riddle,
And when I introduced myself he said,
“This riddle I will riddle and this fiddle I will fiddle,”
And he continued his jig did old man fiddle,
And when he finished he grinned at me and sang a sweat chorus,
And I did join that old man riddle while he played his fiddle.
Deep the song rang with a riddle,
A chord of fiddles riddled with riddles,
That old man riddle does riddle in circles,
Join him he askes and join I do,
That old man riddle knows how to get through,
“Try and stop me!” yells that riddled fellow.


Resurrection (song)
A stone sits untouched, broken and strewn
Forging destruction, hidden from view
Step from your path, breaking the string
Union is underfoot, scattered beginning

Riding the plague, a bitter man is raised
Stolen from life, forgotten, amazed
Resurrection returning death
Agonizing arrow, sword of faith
Battle for power, none shall reign

Saddled warhorse, broken wall
Ghostly apparition, rise anew
Kill the masses, slay the poor
Rob the sick, the dirty, the soar

Riding the plague, a bitter man is raised
Stolen from life, forgotten, amazed
Resurrection returning death
Agonizing arrow, sword of faith
Battle for power, none shall reign

Raising the prisoners, practical pain
Thief of misery, hate and the insane
Take away the hidden, remove the removable
Take what’s not theirs, recover the furtive
Ghostly spectre, secret machine

Ohhhh Yeah, Resurrection!

(Solo)

Break the seal, take the real
Bring forth a show, dismiss the appeal
Justice wrought, destroying thought
Bringing resurrection
Resurection, Resurection
Ohhh yeah resurrection…

(Solo)

You know, except for a slight change I want in Ressurection I actually liked those. They were in a simple style and ABABCDCD format. Just further increase vocab a bit (part of the fun of poetry is rhymes that you may not normally jump to) and they may become more than simple tools. With the song, well, songs often have silly or dumb lyrics but you just need a good beat and orchestration.

If you can find me a good and free online music composer (because I would need lots of time and help to make even an elementary one) I could make lots of songs with lyrics by either of us. I also sing within a massive range and will need practice anyway through next year. How about it? Just help me look for a free composition program allowing manual input and the project can begin...

Oh, and a poem to be insulted and judged, made on the spot (if sung give slight western tone, baritone/base range, set music slightly reminiscent of Welsh):

Silvry waves carry me yonder,
apart from my yearnigs I wander,
connections others apart from crew,
is a link of those who hear the thunder.

Violet waves upon my face they brake,
the sloshing to and working soothes little ache,
the sunset through clouds created illusion true,
how much more of this can I take?

Black waves above my heal,
cold and plunging spikes do I feel,
obsidian and timber is all in veiw,
fighting such spears I perish without yeild.


If you want REALLY bad poetry, you should have seen one from last week someone asked for. The emotion presented was something I value little and understand well as other human tendencies...and I tried a new style. It ended out weird, simple, lightly visual, bold, and complete horsesh!t.

WOW. Misspellings in typing GALORE.

@ adw: YOU FOOL! you assume that I treat you as an inferior for sport? if so, I must reconsider the depths of your ignorance. prejudice, without cause, is pointless and illogical. I do not treat you with respect anymore because, in my veiw, you have lost any trace of it.

and to keep this on topic...

(currently unamed)
Oh I have slipped the surely bonds of earth
and danced the skies on laughter silvered wings.
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth of sun split clouds
and done a hundred things you have not dreamed of,
wheeled and soared and swung high in the sunlit silence.

Hovering there I've chased the shouting wind aloft
and flung my eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up up the long delirious burning blue,
I've topped the wind swept heights with easy grace
where neither lark nor eagle flew.

And there with silent lifting mind
I've trod the high untrespassed sanctity of space
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

better than adw's, no?

hey, I could mock adw now! but as an ascendant, I wont.

KAI
Um, your poem was more of prose. Also, it had conflicting bits of theme. Space and areospheric are kinda different and you set them improperly linked. Furthermore, your adjectives make little sense so arranged, and that can be very stupid.

RED
Is not prose a form of poetry?

the adjectives are figureative, kai. If you intrpert them literaly, you will understand nothing. and please, so I can improve it, point out the improper couplings.

KAI
...I understand the usage, Red. I understand entirely, I just beleive that other ones could have been better suited to the imagery and feeling that your prose was to represent. Also, as far as prose goes, Abraham Lincoln had skill. A good and heartfelt speech, conveying message without depending on generalities, is historically valid prose.

ADWUSS
A beast is nothing,
a fallen man does killing,
living is somthing,
yet, is it always true living?

Please note that ALL posts should contain a poem/lyric of your own... After this any without will be removed...

RED
pretty good, then for five minutes of effort, kai?

==edit==
I did post a poem with this, but your word censors blocked it and ruined the effect. I will post one here later, if I remember.

ADWUSS
Fly away, a song bird,
Remove the hundred,
Attack and pilliage,
Ghost of the villiage.

Sure red... The idea was no person may come and spam and bash a person without opening themselves to the same.

KAI
A million hearts,
millions scorned,
Erinyes Dynamis,
alike beast and lover,
is adorned.


Note that the previous is not a reference to my mythos, just a poem.

So I can post and say that all poems in this thread need lots of work because not one is great nor epic to any usefull degree. Don't become full of yourself if you think you got a complement; you got a minor exeption to total crapiness.

RED
myself is opened to the same, you fool. your arrogance annoys me, especially because it is undeserved. if you had something to be arrogant about, I would not have a problem with it, but so far, your life is nothing but a waste, adw.

Dancing with the flames
a fiery gypsy’s dance –
Fire in our hearts, fire in the trees,
fire on the sky…
Touched with fire
we want to catch the flames....
Dancing with the flames
we feel the rainbow fire,
we feel the fire’s warmth,
we see the fiery lady
dancing with the gypsys
so magical, so dangerous…
We feel the breath of fire’s world,
we feel the spirit of the fire,
we hear the rhapsody
of the fire’s wild flames…

ADWUSS
Danger Came,
Death Became.

I pleasent little couplet!

@ Kia: Thats very kind of you.
@ Red: A waste? a waste is garbage...

RED
The contradiction being? and who deleted my last post? I put one here this morning! answer me, coward!

Fleeing, running, hiding, scared? possibly under a bed?
your name will bear the mark of shame, the coward challenger red!

a stupid poem. Thought up on the spot.

KAI
Narrowly escaping crapiness,
a complement does not make.
When you under stand this,
end will your mistake.

GURTANG
A greatful thanks,
Master Kia,
I remove the pranks,
I pray,
To improve.

(Wow that sucked)

My organs are melting.
Yet alarmed I am Not.
For s'far I've 'voided,
Dropping dead from the hot.


Original Poem By SkippingZombie

"A knife in your side,"
the peasant did decree.
"For you will not abide,
the rules of the free."
Needless to say he brought anarchy.

But the SZ Organ one was better.

Tis a frail mind that recoils in disgust
because it is simply slimy, or bleeding, or rotting, or fraught by must.
Why don't you try to be less antisocial
to your zombie neighbors?
And do be less vocal,
because the living a zombie abhors.

Eh.

The man with the beard and the man with the ‘fro
Saw the circus in town and decided to go.
Everything seemed to be all fine and dandy
But at the front gate, no wallet was handy.
“Well this is a bummer, ‘tis really a shame,”
“I can’t let you in ‘til coffers be tame.”
Said the man with the beard “Don’t you recognize me?”
“I am running for Mayor, I’m a VIP!”
“Screw that,” remarked the ‘fro with a huff.
“Let’s barter instead, we’ll pay with some stuff.”
“Holy crap!” quipped the man ‘neath the ‘fro
“My afro just talked! This thing’s got to go!”
The receptionist man, fearing bodily harm,
Reached under the desk and threw the silent alarm.
The hounds were released, thirsty for blood,
The crowd was all slaughtered, save one guy named Hud.
Oh, and the two men escaped too.
They fled to the mountains in a Chevy Malibu.

Original Poem By SkippingZombie
I win Again.

wow, i had forgotten how stupid these were...but the last one was hilarious.

Why would he invest
in such frowned-upon hobbies,
if probable outcome
were torch-bearing lobbies?


WOW, how the heck did that happen?

Lyrics to a song I wrote, best on harp (yes, I did say that) acoustic guitar, or another stringed instrument for opening. In fact, all I am showing anyone is the opening. The music is wonderful, but I am unsure of the lyrics. But here is the gist of it:


And in the full thing I imply in different longer verses the concepts of terrorism, irresponsible use of knowledge, pollution, segregation, and war. Among others? I hope that's all. Oh, right, it also implies robots and zombies.

On a happier note, I like the song "Viva la Vida." But that was when I ruled the world.

"torch-bearing lobbies!" said X with a shout
and ran to fetch the gravekeeper, old mister Gout
said Gout to the boy, " you blithering fool!"
"the lobbies are gone, drown in you dog's drool!"
X turned around and saw he was right
and was quite put out by missing the fight
said X to the dog, "you slobber all day,
you know not what it means to live by the hay
I work for my living, but what do you do?
you eat and you sleep, and I pick up your poo!"
the dog responded with a very loud huff
and grabbed X and shook him right down to the buff
the town gathered around, awed by what they saw
where his manhood had been was a large gaping maw
said X to the town, "do you see what I am?
a muntant, a freak,--" and then cam a loud BAM!
a shocked silence fell, the folk looked around
and saw a man with a big ornate crown
in his hand was gun, smoking still from the shot
its end was all rosy, quite obiously hot
said the man with the crown " I saved you this day
from the one known as X, the worker of hay
in payment for this, all that I need
is a blade sharp enough to make you all bleed!"
the folk gather round, appaled by his request,
and buried the blade quite deep in his chest
but where in this story can a moral be found?
do not trust a man with a large ornate crown

and now you know what pops into my mind at 2:30 in the morning.

What? What?
How strange.



Two tacos in left hand,
Three burritos in right,
Shall I order six more?
I think that I might.