SH Poetry Corner

Wishmaster on Sat Oct 30 2004 wrote:

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Looking For A Friendly Port

I set my sails and sail away,
My boat and me upon the waves,
I'm headed towards distant shores,
A home for me there is no more.
I navigate by the stars,
I navigate my heart through wars,
My anchor chain is no longer taut,
As I look for a friendly port.

Searching, searching evermore,
What's ahead of me? What lies in store?
Pirates - brigands of the lowest kind -
Steal my treasure and rape my mind,
And give me up, left for dead,
To the loneliness inside my head.
And still I seem to die some more,
As I look for a friendly port.

My rudder has been broken long,
My crew jumped ship and I am alone,
I have a flag that refuses to flutter,
No wind is blown, no word is uttered,
And silence is my only friend,
As I look for a welcome wind,
To speed my passage but still I'm caught,
Looking for a friendly port.

Land on the horizon, or so it seems,
Years without love, they may be dreams,
Mirages concocted by my madness,
Surely, please, let it be no less.
A bird of peace lands on my bow,
I'm nearly there, though hell knows how,
To me, calmer waters, my hope has brought,
As I sail into a friendly port.

Poem Notes:
There is an obvious analogy here between sailing in rough seas and finding calmer waters, and being alone and then finding someone. Based upon personal experience? Probably!

Poetry Format: Free Form
Rhyming poetry without a set meter. Rhythm and word-flow decide where to place the rhymes, although they always end the lines. Technically it could be considered free verse. Free form often makes use of feminine rhymes. Often feminine rhymes are added as an extra syllable to pieces written in iambic pentameter.

Flirty Fruitcake on Mon Nov 08 2004 wrote:

ONESOME

If one is still posting at gone 2AM
It suggests that one has got the yen
But has nobody there to share that desire
Has no-one to light or re-light their fire.

So off to bed one goes to dream
Of the wild pleasures of the Swinging scene
With swingers aged between nineteen to ninety-nine
In three,four,moresomes


But just a twosome would be fine.

sexy_furniture on Sat Nov 13 2004 wrote:

I love this thread...

Here is one of my all time favourite poems - by the (now sadly deceased) Ted Hughes

LoveSong

He loved her and she loved him.
His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she sucked
She wanted him complete inside her
Safe and sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered into the curtains

Her eyes wanted nothing to get away
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows
He gripped her hard so that life
Should not drag her from that moment
He wanted all future to cease
He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Off that moment's brink and into nothing
Or everlasting or whatever there was

Her embrace was an immense press
To print him into her bones
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy palace
Where the real world would never come
Her smiles were spider bites
So he would lie still till she felt hungry
His words were occupying armies
Her laughs were an assassin's attempts
His looks were bullets daggers of revenge
His glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets
His whispers were whips and jackboots
Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing
His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway
Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks
And their deep cries crawled over the floors
Like an animal dragging a great trap
His promises were the surgeon's gag
Her promises took the top off his skull
She would get a brooch made of it
His vows pulled out all her sinews
He showed her how to make a love-knot
Her vows put his eyes in formalin
At the back of her secret drawer
Their screams stuck in the wall

Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop

In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage

In the morning they wore each other's face


there we go.... one day I may pluck up the courage to post some of mine

Andrew

MrsFC on Tue Nov 16 2004 wrote:

Friendship.


Remember that a little love goes a long way

Remember that a lot............goes forever

Remember that friendship is a wise investment

Life's treasures are people......together

Realize that it's never to late

Do ordinary things in an extraordinary way

Have health and hope and happiness

Take time to wish upon a star

And don't ever forget.........even for a day

How very special you are

rudolf_uk on Mon Nov 22 2004 wrote:

Please be gentle with me for this is my first attempt at poetry, i was inspired by some wonderful pieces of art that have been posted here.

I feel i need to explain what the poem is about for some may find it difficult to understand. My poem looks at the conflicts of the world, wether it be war, bullying, racism or...........oh what the heck, just read it and see. hope you like it

What use is a rainbow there is no gold, for the stories they tell you are ever so old,
I seek a rainbow from land to sea, some people think how silly of me.
For the rainbow symbolises a meeting, an agreement by foes,
The sun and the rain are kept on their toes
For if the weather can meet discuss and agree
Who says that cant happen for you and for me?

lil_miz_naughty_0204 on Sat Nov 27 2004 wrote:

Gentle winds beneath moonlit skies,
Do not you hear me heartfelt cries?

Below the branches, here about,
Do not you sense my fear and doubt?
Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams,
Do not you hear my woeful screams?

Upon the meadows, touched with dew,
Do not you see my heart's a'skew?
Beneath the thousand twinkling stars
Do not you se my jagged scars?

Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze,
For you'll not find it amongst these trees.

It's scattered across the moonlit skies,
Accompanied by heartfelt cries.
It's drifting over the gentle rain,
Asymbol of my silent pain.

It's buried beneath the meadow fair,
Conjoined wth all the sorrow there.
It's lost among the stars this night,
To far to ease my quiet fright.

No gentle winds, seek not my heart,
For simply...
It is torn apart

Magicsponge on Sun Nov 28 2004 wrote:

Here goes...
This one i wrote about a year ago

BTW Hello Everyone
And i love the poetry thread




MY MINDS EYE


Feeling like a baby, everything to me is new.
Like having amnesia, how do I know my thoughts are true?
Right from wrong and good from bad, these dilemmas, I’m sure I never had.

Do I believe what’s bouncing, inside my head?
These things feel real to me, or are these thoughts being subliminally fed?

These are my signals for this particular day, recorded like a diary, because tomorrow
they will have gone away.

Dancing round a fire these demons are on a quest,
summoning evil at it’s worst and and at its’s best.
These are the images I see in my MINDS EYE, these images are strong,
and yet I don’t even try.

Prophecy ...insanity or is it delusion, I cannot say,
it’s a brand new picture book every single day.

The future is bright, if I make it that way, as bright as the sun on a winters day.

The future is bleak, if I make it so, this often happens when I am at a low.

The battle I face Is taking it’s toll, stretched and contorted, this is my mortal soul, I’ll keep
on trying with all of my might, and I’m sure I can reach a decision that’s right.

Going out on a limb, putting my sanity on show,
For everyone to see..
people looking interested yet curiously.
My reputation is now at stake,
But this path I am following may just be a fake.
Now I am lost
For fuck sake.



G.

mellow on Sat Dec 04 2004 wrote:

ok, i pinched this one because the kids love it.....

a fairy has a lovely time
up where the tinsel flickers,
a wand of gold in one hand
and a fir tree in her knickers!!!

Wishmaster on Fri Dec 10 2004 wrote:

A Father's Love
02/05/2001

"None shall pass!" - was heard the demon say,
"An eternal place has long been held,
Dance gaily upon your merry way!"

With sweet caresses, in breezes sway,
Cast me not a swoon of love withheld.
"None shall pass!" - was heard the demon say.

Wanting to reach, to touch, to convey,
So soon is my love so swiftly felled.
"Dance gaily upon your merry way!"

In foresworn hopes I beseech thee - pray!
Upon my face regard tears there welled.
"None shall pass!" - was heard the demon say.

What keeps thee in this demonic sway?
In ignorant bliss, you have not delved.
Dance gaily upon your merry way.

Protected by love that cannot betray,
A father's love you have always held.
"None shall pass!" - was heard the demon say,
"Dance gaily upon your merry way!"


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Poem Notes:
Although this is a villanelle, it's meter suggests that it does not conform to normal rules for villanelles but this poem uses a tetrameter with an added syllable on each line - making nine in total - but within the parameters of 'four-foot' tetrameter. To increase it to a standard pentameter (five feet) detracted from the poem somewhat, so I decided to use the odd number tetrameter instead.

The poem itself describes the frustration that many young men have felt across the ages when a loving father stands between them and the object of their desire. It is more applicable to the 19th and the first half of the 20th Centuries than today, but still, protective father's do seem to hold a 'kangaroo court' of sorts when vetting suitors for their daughters. An admirable quality, I believe.


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Poetry Format: Villanelle
This format has nineteen lines, 5 stanzas of three lines each and 1 stanza of four lines.
The rhyme scheme appears thus;

a-b-a
a-b-a
a-b-a
a-b-a
a-b-a
a-b-a-a.

There is one vital twist to the villanelle; the first, then third line of the poem alternate as the last line of stanzas 2, 3, and 4, and then end stanza 5, and the poem itself, as a couplet. The villanelle is usually written in tetrameter (4 "feet") or pentameter (5 "feet").

Carpathian on Mon Dec 13 2004 wrote:

It's been a while so here's something dug out of the archives.

takeGIVE
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Take what you wish of me
Keep that shared as uniquely yours.
That which was mine is still mine
But owned by you.

Take what you can from me
Enforce the pleasure of giving upon me.
Back me into a corner
That I was already heading for.

Take what you need of me
Complete the whole by subtraction.
Break the mathmatics
Of one plus one not equalling one.

But take with as much care as love
that I may give that of me which remains.
For only that given freely
Is truly owned.