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Rather Than Twiddle Your Thumbs, Write A Poem...

Discussion in 'Entertainment' started by poetsbumcheeks, Nov 23, 2006.

  1. poetsbumcheeks

    poetsbumcheeks Well-Known Forumite

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    Evidence

    he gets out of bed
    for the money in his head
    and all the meanings
    he attaches
    to people he meets
    makes him believe
    that hes made it

    when hes at home
    sometimes he seems all alone
    with the woman he loves
    and their beautiful home
    watching TV
    endlessly waiting
    for tomorrow

    the excitement
    when its gone
    fades like the sun
    leaving a hollow
    indefinable sorrow
    filled up with the words
    he repeats
    over and over again
     
  2. poetsbumcheeks

    poetsbumcheeks Well-Known Forumite

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    If You’re the Cause, This is my Effect

    If I’m not my clothes or my attitude, am I what I think or am I what I do?
    Some people believe, or at least they’re told to; that things and money are the stuff of truth.

    When you’re sleeping in your bed before the day begins; are you the same person tomorrow, when you’re trying to fit in?

    Maybe life’s a riddle or a reason to rhyme, who the hell am I in my body and mind; living my life inside space and time.

    I’m a lover not a fighter; I’ve dreamed myself higher, floating in a bubble that’s been suddenly popped, by those who would stop - The dreamer from dreaming in case he forgot!

    How important we are in our jobs and our cars, and the status accorded to a man’s business card. If you’re happy then fine, why do you need mine; applause or admiration for what’s only your truth; what you have is the evidence but it’s certainly not proof!

    I know I’m for real; I’m real hard on myself, there’s no point in you if you want to be someone else. I spend a lot of time on the inside of my mind, thinking and feeling, searching to find – your dreams are different they exist outside; I’ll leave you to yours if you leave me to mine.

    Some of us are sons and some of us daughters, some like the chaos and others need order; a life of lessons is your reason to grow; no-one else will learn from your I told you so’s.

    I want to let it out and let it all loose, take the time sometimes to get myself juiced; turn it right up and play it out loud, the rules were made up so just figure it out.

    Which ones to break, there’s no rules for love – you got to do what you can, whatever it takes; to try and survive amongst the counterfeits and fakes.

    They’ll bring you illusions, sell you good times and absolution. Where it begins I guess it will end, and in the middle we’ll try to pretend.

    That how is the question and what is the answer; and how to control it is all that matters. Physics and science - cause and effect, broadband speeds give little time to reflect.

    They day you were born, like any other baby, with a blank slate ahead and a life as a maybe. The dreams, the consciousness, our ability to lie – how is not the question the question is why!

    Why not nothing, nothing at all – why can’t we live without the hating and wars – is all of the beauty contained in our heads, nothing but perceptions of our civil unrest. There be thinkers and drinkers, a thousand schools of thought, there’s ruthless ambition, political discourse.

    It’s all a matter of fact, its subjective abstract, entirely depends on the meanings attached. They taste bittersweet, any kinds of belief; for the comfort they bring is only temporary relief.
     
  3. Withnail

    Withnail Well-Known Forumite

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    Sounds .

    The sounds are around
    Again.

    I feel that i feel them,

    The smell touch taste in the hearing of them.

    A synaesthesia of senses -

    Hearing the

    Caws and calls
    The whistles and waits
    Demandings of answer?

    Mute,
    The human interloper
    Deconstructs - enjoys the music,

    Plays no part
    But the part that he plays
    In the enjoyment of it.
     
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    Withnail Well-Known Forumite

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    Quite pleased with that,
    As an off the cuff number.

    But there are two things
    I also remember

    She bowed,
    Accepting a something,

    To a man
    Who was bald
    And smaller

    Than her.


    The baldness and smallness of the man seemed somehow amplified by her - that was the two things, but this coda is not part of the poem. Unless you want it to be, in which case it is.
     
  5. poetsbumcheeks

    poetsbumcheeks Well-Known Forumite

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    Endings

    I must let this go,
    Let the boat float free from the moorings,
    The rope slipping through my fingers and with it the confusion of fighting the tide.

    It left me cold,
    Shivering with indifference, ready for sleep.
    Tomorrow will bring the certainty of solitude and I need not make an excuse that doesn't belong to me.

    The genes, the DNA and shared pathologies are like shifting sands,
    They do not make for harmony or permanence.
    Just fleeting insights that breed resentment.

    You lied to me to serve notice on history,
    To set free a conscience that is rightfully mine.

    I will walk away and begin anew,
    I will shut my eyes against the dark you would have me blinded by.

    It is not the end.
     
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    Withnail Well-Known Forumite

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    There are flies
    In my eyes.

    I can see
    Partially.
     
  7. Withnail

    Withnail Well-Known Forumite

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    Di-dum di-dum

    These arguments are well rehearsed
    On every single thread
    Coz all that know are full well versed
    And careful where they tread

    But who knows what and what knows why
    Will always be the shout -
    And what’s the why, the where's the sky?
    Shall always sound them out

    Coz no one knows the rose that grows
    Though maybe it may too
    And if they do should we suppose

    We should do if they do?
     
  8. John Marwood

    John Marwood I ♥ cryptic crosswords

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    Roses are yellow
    Violet Carson
    Ooh look
    There goes
    Concorde again
     
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    Stafford Forum;
    quashes boredom.
     
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    Poetry induced
    Ennui
    Will be
    The deathofme
     
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    1JKz Well-Known Forumite

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    i read a shoe review or two,
    from reviews i buy some shoes.
    i don't like the shoe,
    i review the shoe too.
     
  12. Withnail

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    The green star
    SHOT!
    from what's above.

    The fox barked.

    We both saw it.
     
  13. Withnail

    Withnail Well-Known Forumite

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    Edit
     
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    A tad anthropomorphic, dontcha think?
     
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    Gramaisc Forum O. G.

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    Boom, boom!
     
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    monkey bidness Well-Known Forumite

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    Btw, W, if yr reading this yr Ladyfriend Aethel is on the telly tonight. BBC4 2100.

    Sorry for hijacking this thread!
     
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    Withnail Well-Known Forumite

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    Other interpretations are available - i guess you had to be there, man.
     
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    Withnail Well-Known Forumite

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    Of a Sudden

    The green star
    SHOT!
    From what

    Was above,

    The fox barked.

    Did he see it, with me?
    Think it, like me,

    Remarkable?
     
  19. Withnail

    Withnail Well-Known Forumite

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    Too many me's but i hope this meets with your anti-anthropomorphic sensibilities. :)

    Oh, and thanks for the tv heads-up - will watch when i get the chance.
     
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    Of a Sudden...

    ...the new green star
    LIT!
    the sky

    the fox cry

    followed it
     

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