SH Poetry Corner

How fantastic to see Pablo Neruda's work on here: I must go and watch 'Il Postino' again...thank you Ciskocat6K
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Here you come again with the wind at your heels
The brightest thing I've seen for years and years

You are the sun, It's where you're from
And where I'm going to
The light you shine Can always change
My grey skies into blue

You walk with the heat turned up and a fire in your eyes
I Could always feel you coming for miles and miles

You are the sun, It's where you're from
And where I'm going to
The light you shine Can always change
My grey skies into blue

for julia

Ah rachel... nicely done.

For all of you on here that know me personally and for those that only know my smarta$$ mouth in the chat room, and for all those I have yet to meet.

Ode To My Friends
by Lorene Green
Many friends in life, I've met
On this thing we call the, "Internet".
likened unto bridges, we connect.

Words from our keyboards do fly,
faster than an eagle in the sky.
From my address book I see the names,
Have in my life made. never the same.

My fist was a friend named "Bill "
Looking toward the yonder hill.
Always wishing elsewhere to be.
A computer nerd once was he,

A business tycoon in suits he dressed,
But freedom he sought from city stress.
Blue jeans and cowboy hats,
was the life he was best at!

How he longed for days of yore,
as around camp fires stories were told.
He packed up his horse ,saddle & gear,
left it all behind without nary a tear.

The longing for which his heart had cried,
The wilderness mountains no longer denied.
But now he's gone , from my view

To a place, I know not where too!
Maybe a place beyond the blue.
Slipped in my life, and out again,
like a shadow from the rain.

Here comes Marion with spouse in tow
called him Tom, Man, what a fine bow.
From Florida's fair land ,traveling to see,
West Virginia,

Wild and wonderful, Country Roads, and "Me"
So many likeness in our life we shared.
Maybe we were from the same pair?

From our kitchens, Oh so neat,
To our hanging towels on the sink.
The cows through out the house,
We must be sisters, there's no Doubt.

WinterBirds and Chickadee's are birds of a feather.
She is the one , and I am the other.
These are our "Nics" so to speak.
But we feel, we are quite unique.

The world outside she brought to me,
That thought her eyes I might see.
With tales of travel from east to west,
North and south, they get no rest,

They go in summer from Florida's heat.
To a place that none can beat.
The camping grounds is the place to go,
Where the Pennsylvania 's cool breezes blow.

Then there's my good friend Ollie
now that gals an hoot an holler
soft as butter and sweeter still
never a dull moment where she mills

The loss of Her sight is more than a fear,
To my weary eyes brings the tears,
The pain of my friend I can discern.
Not too worry says she, it's not your concern.

If I could but do it, my sight I would impart,
To help a dear friend close to my heart.
I love you and God dose too!
Someday you'll have new eyes,
made just for you!

An Now We come to Bob Who loves the California heat.
A friend in deed, Can't be beat,
Loves to tease me without a doubt,
But never a closer friend have I found.

I never saw it before or bothered to notice,
But now I see, an on it I am focused.
A heart of kindness he dose ensue.
caring for the ones that are like "Sue"

Tender mercy he dose impart,
To all those of faint of heart.
A family that is headed by Bob & Dory
Closer than family I could not order.

Shared their kindness with no reserve,
Helping the abused, to be, NOT unnerved.
Upon our heart your footprints are made.

When I think of you,
I think of no other,
Than a friend that is close as a brother.

Fried tators and coke is his delight.
Makes me shudder of his plight,
Your insides are no doubt,
like the shavings from a medal pipe.

Strange as it seems, each one of you.
have taken my being beyond my own view
fun and games, tears and laughter
I love you all, from here and ever after.

It’s you that I adore
You’ll always be my whore
You’ll be the mother to my child
And a child to my heart
We must never be apart
We must never be apart

Lovely girl you’re the beauty in my world
Without you there aren’t reasons left to find

And I’ll pull your crooked teeth
You’ll be perfect just like me
You’ll be a lover in my bed
And a gun to my head
We must never be apart
We must never be apart

In you I see dirty
In you I count stars
In you I feel so pretty
In you I taste god
In you I feel so hungry
In you I crash cars
We must never be apart

Drinking mercury
To the mystery of all that you should ever seek to find
Lovely girl you’re the murder in my world
Dressing coffins for the souls I’ve left behind
In time
We must never be apart

And you’ll always be my whore
Cause you’re the one that I adore
And I’ll pull your crooked teeth
You’ll be perfect just like me
In you I feel so dirty in you I crash cars
In you I feel so pretty in you I taste god
We must never be apart

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Funeral Blues. W.H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public
doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.


He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.


The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.


Sorry for being morbid. I just think this is beautiful and simple and it really touches me.

My sentiments exactly, Libra. The feelings of grief and loss experienced when someone special leaves your life are just like bereavement.

In light of the MJ case I'd like to use the words of Bob Dylan's Jokerman.....

Standing on the waters casting your bread
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing.
Distant ships sailing into the mist,
You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing.
Freedom just around the corner for you
But with the truth so far off, what good will it do?

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

So swiftly the sun sets in the sky,
You rise up and say goodbye to no one.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread,
Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don't show one.
Shedding off one more layer of skin,
Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

You're a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds,
Manipulator of crowds, you're a dream twister.
You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah
But what do you care? Ain't nobody there would want to marry your sister.
Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame,
You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy,
The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers.
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,
Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.
Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space,
Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh. oh. oh. Jokerman.

Well, the rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame,
Preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain.
Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks,
Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain,
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,
Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray,
A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet.
He'll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat,
Take the motherless children off the street
And place them at the feet of a harlot.
Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants,
Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any response.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

An acrostic poem for all you BEAUTIFUL ladies:


Because you're so gorgeous,
Everyday I will say,
All the people round here should,
Understand why I pray,
That you'll want me and need me,
In you're arms - holding tight,
For you truly are amazing,
Utterly scrumptious and bright,
Let's not pretend you don't know what I mean,
you're a beautiful princess - fit to be queen!.

The rain is beating on my pain,
It's driving me inseign,
This rane!


Edit: Object lesson in never writing poetry at 3am and posting it Sleep on it FFS. I shall leave it - otherwise the lesson would be meaningless

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sometimes in life,
you find a special friend.
someone who changes your life
by being apart of it.
someone who makes you laugh
untill you cant stop.
someone who makes you believe that
there really is good in the world.
this is forever friendship.
and if you find such a friend
you feel happy and complete.
you have a forever friend for life.

for peaches