SH Poetry Corner

cold_blooded on Tue Feb 08 2005 wrote:

Its been a long time
i miss you
though you hate me
why did you let them do that thing
and i died inside
you chose and now i am alone
eyes wide shut
silently screaming
murderous intent welling in my belly
tempered with loneliness
and you are left with those who hate you
fool, to think that they could ever love anyone....
surely we both have lost....... the truth.... is.....
Its been so long.... i miss you....

Ghostie on Tue Feb 08 2005 wrote:

and oldie, but a fave of mine...

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Ghostie on Wed Feb 09 2005 wrote:

Silence - Belle

Is this how you do it?
Passionatly, seductivly tantric
Visions of entanglement
Run through my mind
Deeply, intensly dancing inside
The touch
the sin
The sensation
the smell of our skin
Wrapped,
tied
pressed
a kiss behind an ear; then lips upon on my breast
Fingers tracing length
Hands exploring fire
Bodies finding strength
Voices expressing desire

Ghostie on Wed Feb 09 2005 wrote:

It's not you

I watched her sigh
Get ya coat, you've pulled he said
I watched the light fall from her eyes
Come on girl, it'll be fun he said
I watched her shoulders drop, her skin tone shift
You know you want to really he said
I watched her count another fish in the sea go by

(I did write this one!)

Parrot on Mon Feb 14 2005 wrote:

Ode to a Parrot...... by me.

Most folks like a furry pet.
To stroke in times of stress.
Me? I like the feathered kind
(I suppose you made that guess)
No need to take her for a walk.
Just open a window wide.
She has a fly around the place,
And then comes back inside
She's with me everywhere I go.
She loves her crisps and beer.
And on her trips to Special Schools.
She makes the kiddies cheer.
But one thing I have noticed.
Is that everywhere she's been
She always leaves them laughing.
She's a bloody Drama Queen.
So if you see a parrot
Where a parrot shouldn't be.
Say "Hello" to the bloke she's with.
It could very well be me..

jonjoe on Mon Feb 21 2005 wrote:

4 Eve 4 ever

The smile has left your sweet eyes
The glow has left your face
The fire that burned with in you
Has flown to another place
The auburn colour of your hair
That glistened in every light
Has gone to leave a palour,
A dark as grim as night.
The warmth has left your smile
To be replaced with chill
Your life has now left mine
Thou we loved each other still.
And thou it seems you’re left with naught
For the long road in the dark
You will have one thing there with you
My darling that’s my heart

GenHertsCpl on Wed Feb 23 2005 wrote:

The bitter wind is blowing like never before
Nipping at my mind, wanting to explore
Barron and deserted, nothing to caress
Only my own problems and my loneliness.

I pull myself up sharply to battle again the grain
To wash away and erase this ghastly stain
Embracing love and friendship that is thrown my way
But how long will that last, is it just today?

Im told constantly that I need to fight
But to do it everyday is taking all my might
Sometimes I need to rest and take shelter from the rain
I just don’t have the energy for any more pain.

MikeNorth on Fri Feb 25 2005 wrote:

To Asta (part)

Sisterly was my one first spouse,
Fragrant and sweet as a violet.
Seldom could a more idyllic life
Have been lived under the sun,
Even in conditions poor but wonderful,
Our life from Christmas to autumn.

Motherly was my second spouse,
Sparkling like a precious stone.
It was a bold romantic life,
Artemis spinning with a golden spindle.
With a young child in her arms
I sang and wept to the high heavens.

Daughterly was my young third wife,
Floating for me like a fairy vision,
It remains an adventurous life,
Roses springing from the snow,
Youth and age playing hide and seek,
Refreshed with kisses and playfulness.

Nikolaj Frederik Severin Grundtvig (1783-1872)

(my translation from the Danish.)

Mike.

Fred aka Medic 1 on Wed Mar 09 2005 wrote:

A LOVE POEM

I love you with all me heart
The angel of my life
And even when you chuck a fart
I want you for my wife.

I look upon your wee brown eyes
Like little bits of poo
And when I visualise
I head off for the loo.

And oh that greasy face of yours
Those many bulging ziits
Clearesil is loosing wars
But at least you do have tits.

Those little pinchy bumps
Dressed with my-first-bra
Using only paper clumps
You see them from afar.

Dont worry about a tampon, dear
You smell so nice without
Hunch right over, speak with fear
You're a goddess, there's no doubt.

Take off, darling, all your clothes
Away in to a box
You look like, love, from head to toes
My young brother with the pox.

anon......

MikeNorth on Thu Mar 10 2005 wrote:

Suggestion for "Swinging Heaven - the musical"

It's Only Human Nature After All

Some they like it this way and some they like it that,
Some post in “Let’s Meet Up” and some put in an ad,
Some drop into the café, just to pay a call,
But whatever they say, it’s only human nature after all.

Some go after couples, and some a single guy,
Some prefer it straight, and some drool for a bi,
And some are very picky, and some just want it all,
But whatever they say, it’s only human nature after all.

And some make long-term friends in here and some are on the fringe,
Some enjoy the company and others like to whinge,
Some are hooked instantly and some just rise and fall,
But whatever they say, it’s only human nature after all.

Some people’s interests are driving in the dark,
Taking a discreet turning to find a quiet park,
Some get very daring, while some don’t have the gall,
But whatever they say, it’s only human nature after all.

And some they like the witty threads and some just like to flirt,
And some are quite outrageous, and some like to dish their dirt,
And some are coy as anything and would never reveal all,
But whatever they say, it’s only human nature after all.

The mods keep things in order, with only a bit of nagging,
It’s mainly done with humouring and Bilkoing and Jagging,
Misschief and Steve and Mark, Jas and Blue and Mall,
Whatever you say, reveal their human nature after all.

And some are hardened swingers, though nobody likes that label,
And some just “dip their toes”, as far as they feel able,
Some say they’re here for friendships, they don’t swing at all,
But whatever they say, it’s only human nature after all.

And some put “names to faces” by going to a munch,
And some sing karaoke, and some imbibe too much,
Some go at it at “afters” parties till they can’t walk at all,
But whatever they say, it’s only human nature after all.

And still they keep on “cumming”, eighteen thousand of us now,
Have “entered” through the “swing” doors to see what it’s about,
“Enjoy” the “double” meanings and remember while you “ball”,
Whatever they say, it’s only human nature after all.


Mike.

(apologies to the writers of "Tipping The Velvet")