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Bashing each other is fun. Talking about women in butter is even better... HOWEVER how about some deep poetry to mix in!

This is probibly my favorite poem which was written by Serj Tankian (singer from system of a down). Bought a book of his stuff and every poem is deeper and deeper.

Businessman VS Homelessman

The wheel and deal for a meal man
Versus the organized, courteous homeless
One lies and chest to secure his possessions
The other lives for the truth of a man's post-industrail reality
One forecloses, fires, and finagles
While the other relieves suffering from human curtesies
One lives in a regal palace with all the luxuries
The other on a chair in the alley
With rain as his partner
One travels across time zones
The other travels through time
And leaves everything virtually untouched
One furnishes complements
The other insights
One flies lobsters in from Maine
The other flies through the glass window of a seafood restaurant
His main offense, touching the lobsters
Both may be loves of music
But only the latter listens
For he has time to be
Rather than to be on time


Another of my favorites is called Circus Tiger

"A cirvus tiger mauled and killed his trainer
I wonder what set him off," said the commentator
I don't know. How would you feel if separated from your family
You were shipped to different cities in a cage no less
Bound of life, with pain/pleasure techniques
And complete humility for performance under duress
A whip no less
If you were a tiger would you do it?
Would you break away,
Think of escape and if desperate,
kill and avor your infinite humiliation and guaranteed death?
Do you do it, now as a human?
If not, then I understand why you were not sure.
What set the tiger off, My. Commentator.

Just my two favorites in a book of deep and inspiring poems called Cool Gardens. Anyone else have some nice poetry written by them or someone else? I'd share some of my poetry but it got deleted when I had to format my computer.

I have not one but five books of poetry in front of me, so here are some favourites.

April Gale - Ivor Gurney

The wind frightens my dog, but I bathe in it,
Sound, rush, scent of the spring fields.

My dog's hairs are blown like feathers askew,
My coat's a demon, torturing like life.

I'll find some more later. For the record, I don't think much to those poems you posted Phill - they're hardly subtle, are they? That may just be down to my dislike of System of a Down, but maybe not.

Maybe its my taste in poetry?Your poem really didn't catch my appeal :\ kinda seemed... dull?

Ever heard of the poem The Fly? Forget who its by was just reading it in english class. Its really good

My love for you lost in the abyss
Flowing over tasteless seas of truth
Trapped behind translucent walls I watch
Unending torture I must bear
If only words would manifest
From my lips they sway, and to your heart they dwell
Spawning love from your mind's sweet embrace
When I shall find you I know not
But know that my undying love
Is all but yours

I love you, whoever you are, wherever you are.

Double Post!! muahaha!

I wrote the above poem about four years ago.
When i was younger my mother would always speak of the girl that was meant for me in this life, and that i was only to find her one day. I thought on this for quite sometime and decided to write a poem to her and present it to the girl i happen to find to share my life with. I would say something like "I wrote this long before i met you...where have you been all my life?" and such...but anywho, that's who its for, that one girl we are all destined to meet.

The poem isn't supposed to be entertaining - it's the work of a very troubled man, who struggled with mental illness all his life. That everything which surrounded him, like his coat, should be torturing, and that torture is like life, is a desperate wrenching of his mind. I'm not really into poetry as entertainment; I'm interested in its revelations about the author and about our own lives. If I chance upon something I think you'll like, I'll let you know.

Sean, I'm sure I've read that poem before, but it's still a very intimate work, calling out across mountains and oceans. I haven't written any poetry in years, and my lyrics don't really stand up at the best of times, but maybe I'll try and write something soon.

Ah well then it kinda makes sense. I like to read poetry for inspiration and what not. My personal poetry I only write when i'm extremely angry and/or depressed and its awful :\

Here's my most recent work.  I wrote this for reasons made obvious in the text.  For some reason I've always had this strange affinity to Tokyo.  Everywhere else doesn't feel like home, and for some reason I long to be there:
I feel a painful longing for a home I've never lived in.
I'm running on its time already, I'm synced with it within.
I'm inundated with its beauty, both within and without,
This place is where I belong, about that there's no doubt.

   Longing for my Tokyo home,
   Far from you I feel alone,
   My life runs on Tokyo time.
   
Here in my birthplace I don't belong,
In Kyoto they understand my song.
Beneath the blossoming cherry trees,
With you, my love, is where I wish to be.

   Longing for my Tokyo home,
   Far from it I feel alone,
   My life runs on Tokyo time.

I see the buildings of Chicago bright and tall,
In my mind all that's there is Tokyo's grand sprawl.
In a land filled with culture, where they know who they are,
The true home of my heart is so very very far.

   Longing for my Tokyo home,
   I think I'll always be alone,
   My soul extends to Tokyo,
   Anchored to one day bring me home.

My far-east home, I belong in thee.

If you don't like this, you're dead.

Winter Beauty

I cannot live with Beauty out of mind;
I seek her and desire her all the day,
Being the chiefest treasure man may find,
And word most sweet his eager lips can say.
She is as strong on me as though I wandered
Iin Severn meads some blue riotous day.

But since the trees have long since lost their green,
And I, an exile, can but dream of things
Grown magic in the mind, I watch the sheen
Of frost and hear the song Orion songs,
And hear the star-born passion of Beethoven;
Man's consolations sung on the quivering strings.

Beauty of song remmebered, sunset glories,
Mix in my mind, till I not care nor know
Whether the stars do move me, golden stories,
Or ruddy Cotswold in the sunset glow.
I am uprapt, and not my own, immortal,...
In winds of Beauty swinging to and fro.

Beauty immortal, not to be hid, desire
Of all men, each in his fashion, give me thet strong
Thirst past satisfaction for thee, and fire
Not to be quenched... O lift me, bear me along,
Touch me, make me worthy that men may seek me
For Beauty, Mistress Immortal, Healer of Wrong.

Well they're all lovely poems, I enjoyed reading and thinking about all of them :)

Here's a very different style, I wrote this when trying to in a much lighter way show a girl I loved her very very much(all of my other stuff was very heavy).  - And yes, I do realise it's "Dr Seuss"ish - that was my inspiration.

With a whoop and a tweedle and a mip map mop
One day my life decided to suddenly stop.
I fell over with a thump, and it was then that I found
That heaven was normal, except for all the sound!
There were buzzes and gnorks, and shnoodly glings
Cars blerped as they moved, on their etherial wings
Rocks made great music as you walked over them
with boomp-dahs and blonka-donks instead
of the normal flip flop of your feet as you tread.
This world was so interesting but I became sad,
There were so many sounds, but they were all slightly bad.
Despite their good nature and their jollyness showing through
They all sounded hollow because I couldn't hear you.

21 / 12 / 2003

Just to show you I'm not all filled with air and dandylions, here's another of my pieces (this time inspired by William Ernest Henleys "Invictus")



Outenmighty

Within the trauma that fills me,
Boiling like some unforgotten regret,
I trust the spirits that be,
When I ask them to free me they'll let.

Out of the vengeance of pyrrhic wars,
Men fight and societies crumble.
On the land that grows and the sea that roars,
Castles decay and grand monarchies tumble.

It worries me not how tried I am,
How bad life seems to tend.
I am a reborn renewed man,
A beginner at the worlds end.


Half in 6th form, half 18-08-2003

My poetry's been getting darker lately, and I'm not sure why (I'm not unhappy at all.  I think I may be channeling someone):
I'll run away
Sleep forever
Life slips away
It's deaths indeavor
Aspiring for my
Endless slumber
With pain I cry
And grow number
Seems to me
Man's getting dumber
Nothing's free
I'm not free from her
Mind is full of
Useless clutter
Fits like a glove
My home deep under.

I guess I'll run to my new home,
Beneath its roof made of granite stone.

That's the darkest one, here's another:
contact,
longing for a touch,
to embrace and be embraced,
to complete and be completed,
to love and be loved.

My soul cries to fill the hole
deep in its core, where death-bells toll.
In love I am poor, and I cry to be full.
Why can't you love me?

My soulless soulmate, I cry for thee,
and my self-loathing mourns for me,
for from my love I wish to be free,
and from your gaze I wish to flee.

Oh God, please love me!

But when you look at me it hurts,
and when I think of you my eyes burn,
and when I talk to you my soul burns,
and when you walk by my heart turns.

And then I know you hate me.

I love you, I hate you, I want to be free.


I'm having girls troubles, if you couldn't tell:
soul screaming
mind reeling
friendship?
a lie
I want to die

happiness hopeless
resigned to aloneness
of your feelings absolved
I want do dissolve

silent absolution
emotional confusion
my feelings were true
I wanted to be with you

you're so selfish and vain
you can't know my pain
you don't care for me
I want to be free

I run from my pain
I have nothing to gain
I abandon my doubt
you I am without
and from happiness I flee.

last one (here is the point where I started to get over her a it, still bitter though):
placid, content.
I've found the center of my being.
it's lonely here, cold, biting wind.
numb, I feel nothing.
nothing penetrates my shell.
a shell of Hatred, Remorse.
Could have, should have.
Would have been but...
I'm too late.
It won't change,
so I'll suffer here,
become no more.

Those are some good poems, not much in to reading famous poetry, just making my own. Afraind there love poems, and very corny