3 poems--

Poetry
Free Verse

I am horrible at poetry.
When I try to write a poem,
My head gets all bashed.
All these ideas, all mashed.
All of my mind,
Is in a bind.
Trying to write a poem.
“My feet are asleep, my leg is a peg, and my toe looks like a crow.”
That was not a poem.
This is a poem.
“The lofty snow floats down to the loam, as young birds kiss as they are froze.”
I do not understand, what that means.
I think it is a dream; some idiot had, and decided to write on paper.
I would like a poem, about a long and dangerous caper.
I would write it.
But I cannot.





Paradoxes
Alliteration

Behemoths lurk beneath the brine,
Causing paradoxes of the mind.
During dawns darkest hour,
Think thoughts of money, love and power.

Ponder thoughts of long past times,
As seagulls swoop over waves that blind.
All of these mysteries of the sea,
All of them seen, but only by me.






















Age of Sail
Onomatopoeia

During the age of sail,
The creaking of timbers in tall ships was the norm.

Sails cracked against stout masts.

The ghostly moan of halyards clapping against the shrouds.

The light plopping of rain upon the deck.

The roar of surf as it crashed upon the beach.

The wail of wind as it slashes across the rigging.

The calls of sailors to each other, jeering, joyous, sad.

All of these sounds are gone today.

Never to come again.

3 poems--

Poetry
Free Verse

I am horrible at poetry.
When I try to write a poem,
My head gets all bashed.
All these ideas, all mashed.
All of my mind,
Is in a bind.
Trying to write a poem.
“My feet are asleep, my leg is a peg, and my toe looks like a crow.”
That was not a poem.
This is a poem.
“The lofty snow floats down to the loam, as young birds kiss as they are froze.”
I do not understand, what that means.
I think it is a dream; some idiot had, and decided to write on paper.
I would like a poem, about a long and dangerous caper.
I would write it.
But I cannot.





Paradoxes
Alliteration

Behemoths lurk beneath the brine,
Causing paradoxes of the mind.
During dawns darkest hour,
Think thoughts of money, love and power.

Ponder thoughts of long past times,
As seagulls swoop over waves that blind.
All of these mysteries of the sea,
All of them seen, but only by me.






















Age of Sail
Onomatopoeia

During the age of sail,
The creaking of timbers in tall ships was the norm.

Sails cracked against stout masts.

The ghostly moan of halyards clapping against the shrouds.

The light plopping of rain upon the deck.

The roar of surf as it crashed upon the beach.

The wail of wind as it slashes across the rigging.

The calls of sailors to each other, jeering, joyous, sad.

All of these sounds are gone today.

Never to come again.

Remember when in days by gone
They fought the wars some lost, some won
In forums they wrote about the fight
of tourneys and campaigns all was happy, all was right

The great ones played on maps of old
No Mountains, no Trees, no mines of gold
It may have not been pretty, but to us it was fun
Soldiers with swords and shields and not with guns

Light Calvary did charge, archers did rule
there were Eagles and Dogs and weapons all cruel
We laughed and we argued, we made up our clans
There were no clan games, so we'd fight where we can.

A new version was in sight it did give us great hope
new maps, new units, new rules, we did cope
Gangbangers did play and multis did appear
We discussed and warned, the fourms were clear

We were all different people from all different places
From the east to the west with all different faces
Alex built a great game that we all loved to play
And talked about politics, and laws and things of the day

Then slowly,.... our numbers increasing before
dwindeled and squandered and our head bowed to the floor
we wrote about stories and with Peek-a-boo did see
pictures of you, but none yet of me

Now those days are gone, and we talk about Love
We give kissies and huggies and touch with soft gloves
We write poetry, tell stories and pick our favorite player to vote
What's next, perhaps we'll draw flowers and pass each other notes

Well, I say lets stand tall like men once again
Even our women could fight better in days back then
So I leave you this thought as I retreat to my bed
Please, Please oh Demos, wont you close this damn thread.

We hear not once laments and moans
About the good old days
But let us stop and cease the groans
And use some common sense

We need to check who does complain
We need to clear our heads
And if this problem truth contains
With haste we’ll make amends

The good old days as sadly missed
By few old timers here
Comprised of 2D, DOS and bits
That looked like crap, we hear

There were few techs and time to bore
Before much grew and we got more
Yet BA misses these in tears
Thus I must ask, is he a queer?

He talks of forums full of hate
Of fights and cheats and crappy mates
There were no clans and no Gold members
No shagging and no female genders

And still BA thinks they were wild
And had some better times around
Despite the fact he’s not a child
His argument does make no ground

There was no Mog or Hankyspanky
Not one Hwatta or even Funki
Even TR, KR, Corflu missed
The glory of those days deceased

Yet here we are in bright new morn
Not sad, not sorry, not forlorn
We bicker and we sometimes fight
And guide old Req towards the light

There are still arguments galore
And rivalries right at our door
Some people good and some are bad
It seems that WOL is not a fad

So BA do go to your bed
Drop ice cubes in your shorts instead
Demo did a good thing here
While he is small, he is a dear

Instead of rhyming malcontent
Campaign some more, repair the dent
That BoS unto your image made
In twenty turns of clan game mate!

No ‘ARGH’s and ‘HA’s will help you here
And this thread will not disappear
So stop the growl, we do not fear
Join me and lets have a beer

PoD and harley dance around
They schmoozed with anyone they found
Even Gyne is in a trans
And freely on your a table dance

This place does rock we all agree
We can say all and we are free
To come or go and not complain
Strategy perfection to obtain

Well said, Rog!

Haiku!

You guys are really whiners,
Never shutting up.
Go complain somewhere else, hey?

An Ode to Repriman

With Repriman so very near,
it's really not altogether clear
why those befriended begin to smear
mud upon a worthy peer;
he no longer smiles but makes a sneer
and asks,
"when's the next train out of here?"

TR

Last Edited : Saturday, 7 May 2005 - 04:27

One I, Two J, Three A, hear!
IJA are full of fear
One clan, two clan, more of the same
Bunch of nitwits, rather lame

One date, Two date, they postpone
Gather courage on a loan
Hwatta even Bogo came
Reinforcements for the tame

Now it seems that all is lost
IJA has lost their spot
Never will they victor’s be
And so we say Goodbye to thee

Three I, Two J, One A, Come!
IJA’s no longer fun
Not Insane and nearly gone
A shadow of a mighty clan



(Inspired by Eminem)

if there's two things that should never be combined, it's politics and poetry.

An Ode to Repriman

With Repriman so laissez-faire,
there's nothing that can quite compare,
to see one too many of a pair
riding upon the old gray mare;
but not a one should really care
if one of them is not all there.

As he tempts a dare and tries to scare,
the other pretends to be au contraire
putting a flower in his hair;
but when one dismounts try not to stare
for on the ground their cloak both wear
while on the mare is only air.

TR

Im gonna write some philosophy

Had to write something with a moral at the end. So here it is:

A Bicycle Built For Two

Jon and Alyson had been married for five weeks, and it had come time for that dreaded occurance that every couple knows is coming and, try as they might, are powerless to stop: their first fight as a married couple.

"What do you mean we're going to ride bicycles to work?" Alyson demanded.

"Sweetie…honey…" he started, trying to calm her down. "The mall is just up the road, and the library is just as close. We still don't know how our finances are doing, and it might be safe to just put off getting a car for now. You know, until we're secure. Besides," he added. "The exercise will do us good."

"I don't need exercise!" Alyson protested. "I don't want to ride a bicycle to work! This is America! We drive cars!"

"I didn't mean that. "Jon said, getting frustrated. "We can get a car, soon, just as soon as things are stabilized."

"When's that going to be? Huh? Tomorrow? You can't keep saying tomorrow, Jon!"

Raising his voice. "I never said tomorrow, you just made that up. I said soon."

"How soon is soon?"

"Maybe next year."

"Maybe?" she asked, her voice getting shrill.

"Ok," Jon said, now angry. "If you want a car so much, how would you propose we pay for it?"

"There are lots of ways! We're paying fifty dollars a month for cable, but we can't afford a car?"

"That's different," Jon protested. "We both like to watch the T.V…"

"I didn't even have cable growing up!" Alyson reminded him, shouting. "You just don’t want to miss your precious Family Guy."

Jon couldn't think of a response to this, so he just stood up and left the room, slamming the door loudly on his way out. He knew you weren't supposed to go to bed angry, but he figured that tonight he could chance it.

***

Alyson woke up the next morning, still fuming at her husband. How was their marriage going to work out if he just unilaterally made decisions like this without consulting her?
She got dressed and walked out of the bedroom. Jon had made her breakfast. He must feel sorry for last night. Good, she thought. He should. She wasn't ready to forgive him just yet, though. She sat down at the table, silent.
"Good morning, honey." He said. She didn't reply. "Listen," he said. "I'm sorry about last night."
"I'm sure you are." She allowed, taking a bite of her breakfast. She couldn't forgive him just yet. She wanted to be angry for a little while longer.
"And I've been thinking." He said. Good, she thought. You should do that more often. "I suppose we can cancel the cable, if you want, and get a car."
She smiled for the first time all morning, and then he continued. "But I'd like to ask you to try out the bicycle idea for one day, and if you don't like it, we scrap the bike and get a car."
She laughed. Did he think that she'd love the exercise and want to keep the bike? Not a chance. "Ok," she said. "I'll try out the bike. For one day. But I'll tell you now, I'm not going to like it."
He smiled. "It may surprise you."
"Not likely." She said. Didn't he know her at all?
They finished breakfast, and Jon stood up. "Lets go ride a bike." He said, sounding a little too excited. They walked outside, and Alyson was indeed surprised. Jon had gotten them, not two, ordinary bicycles, but instead one, two-person bicycle.
"Climb on." He said with a grin. She climbed on, acting a little wary of the strange machine. He handed her a helmet. "Safety first!" he said, as he buckled the clasp on his own headgear. Alyson sat down comfortably on the bicycle seat and put her helmet on. "All ready?" Jon asked. She nodded. "Then let's go!"
He started peddling, but she wasn’t ready yet, he feet still planted on the ground. "Wait!" she said, lifting her feet onto the pedals. The bicycle wobbled back and forth. "We're gonna fall!" she cried out.
Jon laughed. "That's why we have helmets." Hearing that his wife wasn't laughing, he turned his head around. "Here, we just have to pedal at the same speed."
She tried to adjust her pedaling to match his, but it was difficult. "I can't do it." she said. "Slow down!"
"And be late to work?" he laughed again. "Just keep trying."
She did, and began to catch on quickly. Soon they were riding in a straight line, wobble free, and Alyson found that she was really enjoying herself. With the wind whipping past her ears, she heard Jon say something and then laugh. She hadn't heard the joke, but she was feeling so delighted that she laughed along anyways. They pedaled faster, gaining speed as they soared down a hill. She started laughing for no reason, just from the joy of the experience, and Jon laughed along with her.
As quickly as their ride had begun, it ended. "Here we are!" Jon said. Alyson looked and saw that they had arrived at the mall, where she worked. "I'll be here when you get off to pick you up."
She got off the bike and removed her helmet. She leaned over and kissed her husband. "I guess we don't need a car after all." She said. Then she added. "Thanks."
He smiled. "I thought you'd like it." He paused. "I'm sorry I yell--"
She cut him off by putting her finger over his lips. "Ssh," she said. "I'd already forgotten." She gave him another kiss. "Bye, love. See you after work."
"Bye." He said, and started pedaling off towards the public library. As she turned and walked into the mall, she felt at peace with things. She felt like everything was going to work out ok. Not just the issue of the car…no. Her worries about their marriage were gone. Sure, they would wobble and there would be rough spots. But they would work through them together; they'd always be there for each other. Marriage, she reflected, was like a bicycle built for two.
Last Edited : Tuesday, 10 May 2005 - 05:57

An Ode to the Rain

One night it was raining "cats and dogs"
and the streets were flooded ankle deep.
A guy's wife caught a ride with her boss
while "hubby" began to sneeze and weep.

It was getting late and getting quite dark
So the guy couldn't wait to be warm and dry.
He made the mistake to go home through the park
where he saw a girl embrace with a guy.

Finally at home he was warm and dry
but to his despair his wife was not there
So he thought of the girl with another guy
and although he knew all he did not care.

TR

Last Edited : Tuesday, 10 May 2005 - 18:22

It is human to despair, and also hope. Even the greatest of triumphs are overshadowed or tainted by minor failures, and great horrors can only be consoled to a minor degree by moments of great happiness. In this way, life is futile, but out of futility comes strength, and out of strength comes vision. Vision for a new time, and new lives, but also new despair, death and futility. Life is a cycle, which repeats itself, between despair and happiness. A happy man is a man who has realized and understood this truth, and brought this into focus in his life. Those who live for the moment are caught within the cycle, and cannot see to the other site. In times of great happiness, one cannot see that he is destined to have grief, and at times of great pain, one cannot see that life will move on and become better. It takes either great intellect or age to understand this truth, and truly believe it. One can read what I have written, but still not understand it until it is truly been implemented in their life.

~~Demosthenes~~

An Ode to Life

Life can be good and life can be sad
so live for today and learn from the bad.

Enjoy a good show and a good cup of "joe" ...
laugh with your friends and take love to go

for when you get old, tired, hungry and cold,
warmth can be had unless it's been sold.

Learn how to hold the things that you need ...
things that stay put like a home with a deed.

A fridge full of food and a warm cozy bed
will help you forget dumb things in your head.

Give Spot a good hug ... feed the fish and the bird;
keep your mind clean and sharp and keep it well learned.

Then one day God willing, if your luck has been good,
you'll be able to care for the charge under your hood.

TaurusRex

Last Edited : Thursday, 12 May 2005 - 00:39

.... *sighs* .. I found my poetry book...

... so many memories. .. ..

Gyne: age fourteen

Windows of teh soul

Each and every person has there own.
These little guys are not alone.
There are two of them as you can see.
I have my own. They belong to me.
Tinted all the colors of the earth.
Different each time for each different birth.
The one window that tells not lies.
You're window to your soul. You're eyes.

This is er... when I heh.. changed..

Gyne: age fifteen

Untitled

Peace exists.
It IS there.
some say, Where?
It persists.
Can't help but find all.
Giving them their peaceful wall.
its there even in the prison cell,
as they enter the gates of hell.

...

Gyne: age sixteen

Untitled

In the Quiet Darkness of the night,
You can hear the children's fright.
As they walk forgotten roads,
As they burden heavy loads.

The hope I thought was there,
Now lies in despair.

Every Troubled heart now sees
The hopelessness of misery.
When you cannot be redeeemed
The worst is worse then what it seemed.

The hope I thought was there,
Now lies in despair.

When they found out they were lost,
Found out what had been the cause.
They filled out their life time sheet.
It was no use, it was defeat.

I lie in despair.
There's no one to care.

... ps .. this was written as a song..

I man am regal
a russian am i
never odd or even
if i had a hi-fi
madam im adam
too hot to hoot
no lemons, no melons
too bad i hid a boot
was it a car or a kid i hit?

rise to vote sir
do geeks see god?
wont lover revolt now
need large safe car
may a moody baby doom a yam?

satan sees natalia
no devil lived on
lonely tylenol not a banana baton
no x in nixon
o gerinimo no minor ego
a toyota's a toyota

nurse i spy nazis run!
senile felines
now i see bees i wun
oozy rat in a sanitary zoo
god a red nugget!
a fat egg under a hog!
it is do or do not
there is no try

very confusing yes, dont try to understand it will just hurt you