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Topic: The poetry corner - post your poems in here

  1. Chris B
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    18 July 2014

    Hi everyone,

    This is a thread for sharing your creative works. 

    Please bear in mind our community rules before submitting your work.  

    This thread is located in the BB Social Zone, so the primary purpose here is entertainment.

    We will not publish poems containing dark or disturbing content, including themes of suicide, self-harm, death, dying, abuse or other forms of trauma.

    Thanks for your understanding. 

     

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  2. white knight
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    18 July 2014 in reply to Chris B

    THE BLACK WIDOW

    The male black widow spider

    tried all his life

    he tried to tickle the hairy legs

    of his much larger black widow wife

    Then finally he had a win

    something at last to gloat

    she began to laugh aloud

    as his leg slid down her throat

    Poor male black widow

    was always going to get into strife

    all because he didnt understand

    the nature of his hairy wife....

    WK

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    18 July 2014 in reply to white knight

    BLACK CLOUDS DANCING

    It takes a special kind of man to sense the hurt and grief

    unlike other 'mates' smiling in the street

    They beat their chests all day and never see the harm

    conquer another nameless lady- then return to farm

    No wonder we men grieve, beside us an empty seat

    few mates get to know us nor take the time to greet

    You took the time to trust, you took the time to ask

    it wasnt easy for me to admit...I couldnt do the task

    You saw the black clouds dancing just above my head

    tinted it grey then blew it away by using care instead

    It takes a certain kind of doctor to sense the hurt, the harm, the grief

    thankyou for not being like all the others....that smile in the street....

    WK

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  4. Struggler
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    18 July 2014 in reply to white knight

    Hairy wife? LOL

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    18 July 2014 in reply to Struggler

    thanks Struggler. lol

    one more and I'll go away for a while.

    A SIMPLE POEM

    It was when I worked for Testra I had a bit to say

    after I entered a porta potti on this bright and sunny day

    It was the type on two wheels for workers where they'd moan

    and I decided during this time to write a simple poem

    "Upon the dunny seat where I do my bit...an interesting episode of where my botty sits"

    Well this dunny on a trailer was towed by a fellow mate

    And off he drove to the shop and mi' mouth was just agape

    With mi' undies at mi' ankles and the seat wrapped around mi' neck

    I tried to keep my tender butt from sliding off the deck

    The slop began to lick my bott, sloshing from side to side

    I begged and screamed for him to stop so I could restore my pride

    "Upon this dunny seat where I so my bit...an interesting episode of where my botty sits.....

    WK


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    18 July 2014 in reply to Struggler

    Hi Everyone,

    This is the last verse of one of my favourite poems "Teddy Bear" written by A.A.Milne (yep, author of Winnie the Pooh). You can read the entire poem online.

    A bear, however hard he tries,

    Grows tubby without exercise.

    Our Teddy Bear is short and fat,

    Which is not to be wondered at.

    But do you think it worries him

    To know that he is far from slim?

    No, just the other way about -

    He's proud of being short and stout.

    ...We always seem to want what we don't have, but this one reminds me that sometimes what we have is more than we could ever dream we would.

    AG

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  7. Struggler
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    18 July 2014 in reply to AGrace

    Me likes short and stout :=)

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    18 July 2014 in reply to Chris B
    A score ago I met a girl who said I love you
    So I took her to the church,  and there we said I do
    4 children I gave her
    but she said see you later
    And my world has gone down the loo

    It's not just my heart, but my spirit is broken
    My eyes filled tears, and I'm coughin' -n- chokin'
    I cannot get dressed
    'cause I'm feeling depressed
    All hope is lost. My demon has woken

    For the demon poisons my mind, fills it full with despair
    He even tries to make me take my life from the air
    but I shall not be dead
    there's no reason to dread
    My friends at BB save me; each one of them; they care :)
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    19 July 2014 in reply to SubduedBlues

    IF i COULD NOT PAY

    I used to tell my youngest one

    that if she chose I not be gone

    that if she needed me in USA

    I'd start to swim if I could not pay.

    Toy soldiers marched across the floor

    fairies carried out their chores

    Barbies combed and shaped their hair

    little girl asleep so she not aware

    And then the years came and went

    and all my cash on support was spent

    then thousands passed through my fingers bare

    for her dentistry but I did not care

    As a dad with love dripping from his cheeks

    "I'm here for you - whenever you seek"

    then she came and made me smile

    that wait was worth my while

    Toy soldier rusty no longer marched

    Barbies hair old and somewhat parched

    young woman now lies in bed awake

    echoes of words bad so she hesitates

    Pride remains and its does so strong

    Dignity chained where it did belong

    Still if she needed me in the US of A

    I'd start swimming ....if I could not pay....

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  10. Struggler
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    19 July 2014 in reply to SubduedBlues

    Bravo

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    19 July 2014 in reply to white knight

    Touching

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    19 July 2014 in reply to Struggler

    Hi Struggler, 

    Just wondering do you like writing poetry as well?  Is there anything you feel like sharing with us? Perhaps your favourite poem if not one of your own? 

    BTW After all the medication I've had to grow to like short and stout too;)

    AGrace

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    20 July 2014 in reply to AGrace
    Thanks Grace

    I love reading poetry & that's why I suggested this Poetry Corner.  I don't write poetry however, because English is not  my first language.  I don't want to embarrass myself or bore people :=)

    Struggler

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    20 July 2014 in reply to AGrace

    Hi all, 

    I usedto write poems in high school, not a time I'd like to revisit and have since turned my literary talents to writing novels. I do however have a few favourites written by those much more gifted than I.

    Alone by Edgar Allen Poe:

    From childhood's hour I have not been 

    As others were; I have not seen 

    As others saw; I could not bring 

    My passions from a common spring. 

    From the same source I have not taken 

    My sorrow; I could not awaken 

    My heart to joy at the same tone; 

    And all I loved, I loved alone. 

     

    There is a second verse, but this has always seemed the most poignant. 

    Another favourite is The Old Astronomer to his Pupil by Sarah Williams, from which I want to get a particular couplet tattoed on my arm.

    Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;

    I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

    GA

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    20 July 2014 in reply to Girl_Anachronism

    I loved that verse GA. Struggler- no embarrassment here. Poetry is my therapy. I can only write it when in a down period unless its humour poetry.  For me poetry is a depth of feelings where it is usually beyond what many would experience. It is a place I can go to alone or share but only share with those that "get it".

    My friend from school (I'm 58yo) could never get my emotions. After 20 years duration of our friendship his dad died.  For the first time I watched him weep at his grave site. The next day I told him, that when writing my poetry I am in deep grief almost as he was the previous day. He now has an idea of its depth and sadness.  However it took me many years to embrace it and see it as unique and cherish-able. It takes me to a wonderful place.

    This next poem was to my wife. It was however written to her in 1993 when she and I were married to partners that were brother and sister. We were good friends and I recognised her kindness.

    TO PRESERVE YOUR HEART

    As a boy I'd wonder why

    a frog in a jar or a pinned butterfly

    to preserve all for others to see

    was all so meaningless to little boy me

    But then as age crept up so quick

    in a world of sorrow, the starving and the sick

    a place of prevailing doom and gloom

    of history, of art and mummies in tombs

    Then suddenly without a sign

    it occured to me right at my prime

    a message of love and how to give

    that came to me- a better way to live

    So I no longer ponder the reason why

    a frog in a jar or a Jurassic fly

    to preserve your heart no money can but

    to capture that immortal- twinkle in your eye

    To feed on your love all I need

    your presence, your ear and your good deed

    to preserve your heart for all to see

    I'd put it in a jar and carry it with me.....

    WK

     

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    20 July 2014 in reply to white knight

    Hi WK this is really beautiful. 

    Struggler, that's fine. I'll try and dig out some poems that I've written myself for you to enjoy reading. But be warned they aren't as good as Edgar Allan Poe's or WK's;)

    AG

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    20 July 2014 in reply to AGrace

    Came across this one a few years back, am reciting from memory, can't recall the author though...

    I felt I could no longer carry on, life's joy was lost to me, mixed up, confused, alone and sad, what future could there be? Then someone who understood passed by, paused, smiled, and took my hand. A glimpse of sunshine in the dark, yet braver now I stand.



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    Being ultra sensitive others have often taken advantage of that and tried to dominate. One such male work colleague years ago did this, constantly being over bearing and critical of me. Then I found out he had a criminal past.

     

    THE CUPBOARD

    They ponder their prey they do

    Some but we dont know who

    for it in their own head they ask

    how could all those guilty

          - hide so many skeletons in their cupboard?

    They check their own wardrobe

    its bare, no skeleton,  they sigh with relief

    While they point at others they not aware

    as they get dressed for a new day

    put clothes around their own skeleton

    they carry around with them

             -all the damn time.....

    WK


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    21 July 2014 in reply to white knight

    Hi WK

    I love reading your poems.  I wish I could write a poem but I don't know where to start.

    Hope you're well.

    Jo

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    21 July 2014 in reply to white knight

    Hi WK

    There are many evil people in all workplaces. 

    Struggler

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    21 July 2014 in reply to SubduedBlues

    Hi D'jected

    Brilliant poem.

    BB is great, isn't it? 

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    21 July 2014 in reply to Struggler

    BABY FEATHER

    Little feather left and right

    and she falls slowly in the night

    coming from a nest above

    a world of joy and a bed of love

    Down she falls to the ground

    a gust of wind to toss her around

    then as the sun rose to dry her out

    the lighter she was to get out and about

    Then a magpie came to snatch her with glee

    to take her to her nest in the tree

    to place her in a cradled nest

    to warm the heart where baby bird rests.....

     

    WK

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    Ok, so here goes...

    EVERYTHING LEADS BACK TO YOU

    Is it because you were my first love,

    My first kiss, my first racing heart,

    My first touch, my first embrace

    That everything leads back to you?

    Do I struggle to ask for the things you did,

    the way you were,The look in your eyes, 

    the same kind of words

    Because everything leads back to you?

    Have I been looking for someone else

    To cause the same pain, or take it away

    Make it all better, make me stay

    Otherwise everything leads back to you?

    Will I ever be able to mend my heart,

    To feel again the pleasures, the joy,

    The self acceptance, The same love for a boy

    Or will everything always lead back to you?

    Have I ever been able to imagine

    A life without pain, A life without sorrow, 

    a future without you, 

    A minute, an hour, or something new

    Because always and forever everything leads back to you?

    How do I tell him that I love him, That im discovering myself,

    That im hurting so bad and I feel so blue

    And im just not ready to let go of

    The way that everything leads back to you?

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    22 July 2014 in reply to AGrace

    Hi AGrace...that is wonderful poetry.. loved it.

    Not everyone can write poetry. So I cant advise how. It's just an ability I think. Many of my 250 poems cannot be put on this forum.

    This poem is very special. No names of course. I met a couple 8 years ago. Both their daughters were murdered. I drove past the cemetery 10 days after the tragedy and met the girls mother. I asked her if I could write to her. She accepted and- well I've been writing ever since...8 years. About 50 poems maybe more. Her dining room walls are full of them now.  I truly believe it was meant to happen and there is a spiritual connection there.

    This poem was to the girls mother on the first mothers day after they were taken from her- hope you enjoy it.

     HOUSE OF WAX

    He was busy with the pouring

    this old man's name of 'Max'

    so I toured his workplace as he toiled

    this holy house of wax

    There were inventors of a kind

    and starlets from the stage

    there were master minds of talent

    from another age

    There were heroes of the wars

    and leaders of a group

    there were figurines of wax

    from every allied troop

    I stopped to admire him work

    his name tag read just "Max"

    "you really are a marvel,

    how you recreate with wax"

    I focused on his one off mould

    and marvelled when it set

    this figure of a lady

    that I recently had met

    Her arm were open wide

    as if about to fly

    I asked a simple question

    I asked a simple "why"?

    Because she is cradling her girls

    even though you cannot see

    it is the stance she had

    when they were 1 and 3

    He continued to work away

    as his making of a sign did end

    and I was totally in awe

    of the mirror image of my friend

    He rolled out the final cast

    to place it at her feet

    this 'house of wax' curator

    that I was glad to meet

    He placed the sign just right

    this single cast of one

    the sign read appropriately

    "this is the perfect mum".......

    WK

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    22 July 2014 in reply to white knight

    Hi WK

    How do you get your poems to rhyme? 

    struggler

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    23 July 2014 in reply to Struggler

    Hi Struggler,

     Writing poems - you first have to have a theme, a story to tell. For me, take the little feather one.  It came to me when I saw a feather fall and the breeze made it fly up and down. it was so light.

    So I just told that story eg  Little feather left and right, as you fall slowly in the night.  now when I've finished the first line with "right" I think of a word that rymes with that word eg night or it could be sight, or might or light.

    eg could have been- little feather left and right, tries to stay up high with all her might....or little feather left and right falls from its nest out of sight....

    Then the story goes on...and on.  There are unwritten rules in poetry. Not for a poem to go on so long as the reader loses interest unless- its very interesting.  And in my opinion m poems should be able to be read so it makes sense. However a lot of published poetry is so cryptic and doesnt rhyme it is barely understandable. Clever but for me it is the majority of people that poetry should be aimed at.

    The story of a poem has to include in it a punch line, a line that at the end hits the reader between the eyes.  As you read with House of Wax. The last line "this is the perfect mum"  When the recipient read that poem she burst into tears with happiness.  Any wonder.

    With all written words there will always be the critic. Thats their right. Many miss the positivity of it all. Most of my poems are their to help others of the world. Little feather is actually a recycling theory. It comes form a nest and returns to one. lol

    So lets write a poem here and try to follow how I wrote it.

    A poem about a - bucket. I just thought of a bucket.

    It sat so rusty and of not use,   (now I'm think of abuse, loose, moose, )

    this old bucket so dented and bruised,  (I thought of bruised as I wrote dented)

    no one cared and no one was amused  (this is where the theme is developed)

    But that bucket had nothing simply to lose...  (so now the theme is a lonely rusty bucket...when I re-read this I added "simply" it made it better)

    It had been carried and had been thrown, (thinking here -own, blown, lone)

    carried water and a bucket of bones  - (again thought of bones when writing)

    now it sits on the grass all alone

    hole in the bottom and hasnt got a home  (theme is old and unwanted)

    it hopes it will become a pot plants base

    but its up to one of the human race

    each day hopes fade and life is hard

    a rusty old bucket in a lonely backyard....

     

    At the end of "race" I thought of an ending. cheers.

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    23 July 2014 in reply to white knight
    Hi WK

    Brilliant & I only like poems that rhyme otherwise it's no different from reading any ordinary article.

    Struggler

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    25 July 2014 in reply to Struggler

    I've searched my pile, and will share a couple more:)

    EMOTION

    Something's found a home in me, 

    a place to stay, a way to be.

    Something's taken over me a parasite

    or something alike

    Something makes my blood boil,

    my heart race, my stomach coil

    Something's found it's prey

    For me a high price to pay

    Something keeps me awake, and wakes me all the same

    I've met it 1000s of times but never catch its name

    Something's going to break

    this something is not fake

    Something's weighing me down

    another anchor it's become,

    this something has a lot to say

    and makes me want to frown

    Someone by now should know its game

    Someone else will have felt the same

    Something will remind someone

    of how this something steals your fun

    if you haven't met this something or felt all of it's rage,

    consider yourself fortunate you're on a different page

     HOW LONG

    How long will it take me?

    As long as it breaks me,

    and longer than I can stand.

    How long before I feel joy?

    As this feeling continues to toy

    with the pain and sorrow of it's hand.

    How long will I feel blue?

    As long as I need to

    and longer without you.

    How long til the good times?

    As long as this work rhymes

    and longer than these lines.

    How long will it hurt me?

    As long as it beats me

    and longer than these whines

    How long will I be without?

    All the fun I'm missing out

    As long as I doubt.

    How long will it take me?

    As long as I let it break me

    and longer than I planned.

    AGrace

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    25 July 2014 in reply to AGrace

    Wow AGrace. had to read them twice it was so good.

    Struggler, there are something one can appreciate form poetry that doesnt rhyme.

    Like this one I wrote a long time ago. Hope you like it.

    THE KEY

    Yell at me

    -I not yell back,

    Curse me

    -I bid you good luck

    Punch me

    - I'll hug you

    Burden me

    - I'll untie your shackles

    Express yourself

    -I'll be your audience

    Ask me how

    -because I've found my inner self,

    If you dont understand then yell

    - but I not yell back.....

     

    It is a poem with great meaning. But it doesnt rhyme.

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  30. Struggler
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    25 July 2014 in reply to AGrace
    Hi Amber

    Thanks for the poems.  They are poignant and exquisite.  I love reading beautiful words.  

    Btw, is it you in your avatar?

    Struggler

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