CB Poet's Corner. (in Off-topic)

I thought it'd be a good idea to open up a thread for you CB folk to show your artistic talent. Just post your works, and maybe even some background on the time you wrote it and what was your inspiration (if you so desire).

Doesn't even have to be writing, if you've got a drawing, painting etc. Feel free to upload it to ImageShack, and link it.

a haiku a composed many months ago:

the flashlights go down -
protection from deep darkness.
but none, come back up

This is not my limerick but it is amusing and I thought I would share.

There once was a man from Amazon,
who put nighties of Grammazon.

The reason was that, he was too fat,
to put his own Pajamazon.

That's funny stuff. :P

I have stacks and stacks of poetry Sefton has sent me over the years, but none as touching as the vows he wrote for our wedding :)

Lydia,

I promise that you will get all of me, heart and soul, that I will forever love you and be with you.
I promise to grow with you, to become a better man, husband, and partner as we grow old together.
I promise to always accept you, to want you, and love you for who you are, and those qualities that I have found in you and have always looked for.
I promise that I will stand with you, in good times and in bad, and to be the rock in which you can achor to, the foundation in which we can build our lives and family on.
I promise to appreciate you, to count the many ways I love you each and every day, and never take them or you for granted.
I promise to be a good role model and a strong father to both Leah and Clint, as well as the baby we will have together, and to love them all as a father should, and give our family all the love it needs.

---John aka Sefton

with the rewards I am charmed
from all of those whom I have farmed
down enter, repeat
I should be proud of this feat...
although they were all tulwar-armed!

Maybe I should post something here :P

//

Dear my Lady

Before you came I felt so hollow,
yet it took you for me to know.
It took your glistening eyes for me to see,
just how much better my life could be.

The day I saw you I could not guess,
that you were an angel, and me you'd bless.
When your graceful wings flutter beside my heart,
dulled the greatest song, dimmed the greatest art.

I don't care for what reason or what cause,
because you have defied all my laws.
Now I can say my life is truely great,
or maybe I'll call it all fate?

One thing is for sure though,
I won't sit back and let you go.
For the life of me, I will always be,
trying to make you happy, for an eternity.

//

Was it merely a childhood dream,
When Santa Claus came to my house
And told me not to, oh, that louse,
Eat Santas made from candy cream?

So late that evening, just to spite,
I ran to eat our Santa pie.
If he had seen me, he would die --
The way I ate the head, of fright.

Then speaking clearly "What's the harm?"
(The paper headline gave no pause.
DECAPITATED SANTA CLAUS!)
"Tomorrow, I'll start on an arm."

First poem i ever wrote:

"My Love"

Blinded by your beauty
Excited by your voice
Encouraged by your mind
Longing for your touch
Entrapped by your eyes
Hurt by your sorrow
Stunned by your grace
Warmed by your kindness
Charmed by your smile
Enraptured by your laugh
Mesmerized by you,
My Love.

don't bash me for being depressing :P

Brok3n

laying down the world can pass me by
this broken boy and his heart of glass
aren't fit for this world - or hour
where cowish sailors seldom stray far from port in fear of storm

jaw of stone - stoic, steely stare:
he wears the mask. why does he stand alone?
-when he quietly seeks company and comfort
this - and this collection - is the stand alone complex.

pleasures and sin and self indulgence
all stand like stagnant pools as poor redresses
there is no use, my future stands before me
as bleak as a thousand futilities

such is that circumstance
as right as rain as i'll be a fool
for french girls.
i'll admit the foolish and the french.

alas, i am as a blind man in a garden
lyrics swimming in my head, altogether improper
and impossible to seize: the tangent impossibility
i'll not find a beaten path.

the poem goes on but i figure you're eyes have grown weary already cause of the allusions and offbeat language :)

I wrote this when my Grandpa died (actually a song)

Goodbye:

I never thought you would not be there for me
I got your message loud and clear
I'm all alone and I don't know what you wanted from me
Knowing is what I fear

Chorus:
You left without a sound
and did not touch the ground
You walk on water
when noone is around
You left without a sound

One last chance to say I love you or goodbye
Is it wrong for men to cry
Well I'd take back all the bad things that I've done to have you
But it's no use so why try

Chorus:
You left without a sound
and did not touch the ground
you walk on water when noone is around
You left without a sound

Bridge:
You didn't really leave
You're with me everyday
I'm reminded of the memory of you
Every time it rains

Chorus:
You left without a sound
And did not touch the ground
You walk on water when noone is around
You left without a sound

I still remember our last Christmas together.
You gave me more than I knew than
You left this world with a good home, good kids, a good wife
Broken hearts don't mend.

Nice use of elegaic couplets in the refrain.

Darkness

Look through my eyes,
My cold, dark brown eyes,
See what I see
A world divided, alone, desolate.

No one for me to love, to cherish
No one to give me that in return.
Alone outside, I stand
In the darkness, surrounded by it.

I watch alone in the darkness
The world turn round and round and round,
Wondering, pondering, thinking pensively
Is what I see Light?

Yes or No?
Alas, it is neen, nyet non, no, whatever...
All I see is DARKNESS!
All I see is a stretch of darkness
Darkness
Eternal Darkness

To forget the hurt
is to be hollow
i will stay here and lurk
hopefully it will be better tomorrow


It will not happen to me
to forget you is to lose you
and that is not how it will be
and i'm sure that's how you want it too


like a god of this place
i wish i could stop this fight
but i can not stop its pace
i wish i could forget with all my might
so get off my case

Earthquake
-------------------------------------
Alone i stand
Sacred ground is now desolate
Hallow no more

The ground shakes

Now i look forward
away from your face
for i can stand it no longer

The ground quakes

You have ruined this
all that we had
for you were too selfish

Now my heart breaks

Forgive you i shall not
for you didn't think of me
now it is time to walk away

Your rage now finishes us.

Broken Heart

A single teardrop turned to ice
The last one shed for a broken heart
A blackened heart full of emptiness
Because of a world that fell apart

A spirit once so strong and pure
Hanging by a single thread
And a mind once straight and sure
Snapping in a twisted head

An angel's kiss to heal the pain
A golden light to send the dark away
The broken heart is still blood stained
And scarred with the hurt of yesterday

Can't turn back the hands of time
Can't take back what has been done
Can't go back to try and find
A true love that is almost gone

The feelings that still linger here
Are coming to an end
The last few sparks of a roaring fire
A love that won't be what it was back then

This is a little bit longer than the others that i've read on here but if you have the time take a look. I wrote this after my fiancee and i broke up in the beginning of September. It's ashame I'm only on on the weekends because i have about 200 pages of poetry that some of you may find interesting. 8^p

``Phases``

It's the broken glass mirror
seven more years bad luck
that's how long it's going to take
picking up pieces, trying to give a ****

It's that thought that counted
the one that made your day
this is what was needed
to help you, to make you stay

It's the next step in a life
that makes an unclear future
the phasing in and out
leaving us nothing but torture

It's every time you cry
both of us feel the pain
the wetness of our tears
no one else can ascertain

It's when you can't express yourself
when you know what is there
have no possible way to explain
and nothing else can compare

It's the reason we love
why we even show emotion
the mixing of personalities
clashing from the fusion

It's the touch from someone
that makes your whole body quiver
just like being in the cold
bitter enough to make you shiver

It's why we take the time to fight
to get out how much we hurt inside
so if something happens again
we know our feelings coincide

It's the setting of the sun
giving fall to yet another day
showing how calmly and smoothly
the transitioning can be today

It's the stuttering of words
when you keep on losing your place
nothing but a distorted image
through the tears, a face

It's the fear of being alone
having no one there to hold
when you are lost and confused
your soul has already been sold

It's the passion you have
with every single thing you do
the artistry of your work
always finding an avenue

It's the perfect resolution
that can never be found
no thoughts can restrain you
everything you feel is unbound
--David Martin-- 09-05

--TF--

I posted this once on CB1.
All the Vets will get it, The newbies are out of luck. =)

There once was a player named Todd
Who the newbies all thought was a god
He said with a grin
As he swung I Win
One hit and you will have no bod

Two syllables greater than an epic limerick!

I was reading a book, they were watching a play at the newly rebuilt Globe theater. Made me think of Shakespeare, and well how poetry and language has changed so much. Made me want to write an old sounding poem, even though it was written only minutes ago, here goes nothing.

Oh love, you great unmaker of men, you belittler of the human mind, infect me.

Oh love, you sledgehammer dove, you taker of wits, protect me.

A fair bit of ink has been spilled in your honor, to extol your virtue or lament your tortures. Word dripped and soul tipped you are the Alpha and Omega of the human condition. We are born from you, raised by you, and we die searching for you. Honorable acts and deeds so vile have all been accounted by you.

Oh love, you maker of burdens, you masterful reducer, allow me.

Oh love, you answer to prayers, you giver of life, fulfill me.

this is gonna sound really crumby. i had to write this poem in grade 6 it goes like this.

one bright day in the middle of the night
two dead men got into a fight
back to back they faced each other
drew their swords and shot each other
the deaf man heard it
the blind man saw it
the dumb man called the ambulance

sounds really twisted to me