The Poet's Guild.......dig it, man

Medinaquirin · Post by **Medinaquirin** » Tue Mar 16, 2004 8:59 pm

Written any? Like to read any? Just wanna discuss it? Or make fun of it?

I'll start you off, and you can all laugh at my crap poems. lol

Happy Endings

Pt. 1: Waiting for a Sign of Life

Take you by the hand and lead you there
All you restless hearts better beware
They were just like you
Young and wild and innocent and free
And they couldn't accept the way it would no longer be

I'll be waiting for a sign of life
I'll be waiting for a sign of the times
I'll wait and read between the lines
Waiting for a sign of life

Pt. 2: The Slow Ascension of Pandora's Fairway

Standing in a neon light
Sitting on the lawn
They're wondering where you are
Not knowing where you've gone

Shrouded in white cloth
She came to drink the angels' broth
And
lo!
It did froth
As Pandora warmed her hands by the hearth
And her credo is," Do unto others before they do unto you."
Did she set you on her continental shelf?
A simple off-set mistake
Set you on the slow ascension of Pandora's fairway

Pt. 3: Pipeline Creeper

As the sentry pulled the second string
The Phoenix removed the thorn from his eye
"The subdivision of the cycle ends today
We shall christen this conundrum
Colorfast
Colloquial
Chinese Puzzle
This rudderless spur
Shall be the pipeline creeper."

Pt.4: Rainy Day Raiment

Flagant raiment in slanted cement
Eventual dulcet tones in the damp shaft
Deja vu!
Terminal bait
So highly overrated
No way to compensate
You could have waited!
While the changeling sleeps
The sap sucker sleeps
Go on, give the bawdy mama a spin!
I have no need to repeat it
My thoughts were already deleted
No food
No drink
No time to think on the brink of ascension

The Snow Dog · Post by **The Snow Dog** » Tue Mar 16, 2004 9:02 pm

have you ever heard of this band? it's called Rush, I think you'd like it...

seriously, I liked that stuff. i've written some poetry now and again. i'll go dig some up and post, so you wont be alone.

they say it's lonely at the top, after all.

Medinaquirin · Post by **Medinaquirin** » Tue Mar 16, 2004 9:03 pm

Here's another, much better poem based on a story by Edgar Allen Poe.

Legion

It was a year of terror
A year of feelings so intense
It was a year of plagues
And of the fires of pestilence
We sat over Chian wine that night
We: a meager company of seven
Black drapes shut out the moon that night
By then quite low in heaven

Behind the bolted brass door
An Evil turned the air heavy
One the lamps could not dispel
Around the mirrored table of ebony
That night we sang the songs of madness
Trying to forget our departed friends
And as I tried not to perceive the eyes of bitterness
That from the dead did descend

And so our songs died on our lips
With what came forth from the black
A shadow of no familiar thing
Which then rested on the door of brass
And behind that door on which it rested
Our friend was enshrouded
So at length I spoke low
Demanding a name of that shadow
And it replied,"Our name is Legion"
Then we , the seven, were horrified
For the voice was that of thousands
Among them dear friends that died

"We are Legion, for we are many
Living near the Catacombs of Ptolemais"

Medinaquirin · Post by **Medinaquirin** » Tue Mar 16, 2004 9:05 pm

The Snow Dog wrote:have you ever heard of this band? it's called Rush, I think you'd like it...

seriously, I liked that stuff. i've written some poetry now and again. i'll go dig some up and post, so you wont be alone.

they say it's lonely at the top, after all.

Again I say - Thanks!

The Snow Dog · Post by **The Snow Dog** » Tue Mar 16, 2004 9:07 pm

one of mine:

Around his bed the shadows rise
And round and wide become his eyes
The shadows speak of his demise
At this the boy is not surprised

The largest of the shadows tries
To use a horrible disguise
It says from bed he should arise
But he sees through its fibs and lies

Near his bead his toy sword lies
And wooden shield with hemp rope ties
He suddenly feels very wise
He’ll give those shadows a surprise

He grabs the sword, his greatest prize
And on his arm the shield he ties
From his great blade, the shadow shies
And out the door the young boy flies

He rushes out to open skies
Chased by the shade of largest size
But to the gods the young boy vies
For what no shadows dare defy

Suddenly the reddening skies
Gives herald to a new sunrise
The shadow runs inside and hides
But even there it burns and dies

With tired feet the young boy lies
He’d seen a shadow run and fry
But now he rubs his drowsy eyes
And sleeps ‘til dad and mom arise

Medinaquirin · Post by **Medinaquirin** » Tue Mar 16, 2004 9:11 pm

Hehehe, I like it!

Sir Myghin · Post by **Sir Myghin** » Tue Mar 16, 2004 9:37 pm

awesome poems folks i'll tag along and put up some of me own i spose

Surrounding lies
A darkened pane
Impeding Vision
Distorting size
inside protected
remains unseen
but sees all else
of the worlds mean
striving for freedom
trying to break free

Through blackened glass
All is dark as it should appear
Through blackened glass
lies a people without ears
Through blackened glass
A world destroyed by lies
Through blackened glass
A place i hold to now ties

As a shield
well it serves
deflecting shots
turning eyes
tireless its carried
a burden well worth
protecting from
the world of hurt
to dodge from the pains
or sad reality

Through blackened glass
Hidden from the aimless eyes
Through blackened glass
looking at the endless skies
Through blackened glass
A world one day to be found
Through blackened glass
A place where all is sound

a broken shield
now open wide
striding forward
away from eyes
easily destroyed now
to hide and to flee
to construct a
darker barrier
to be protected
from injustice

A place to run too
A place of grand design
carried with you anywhere
You wish to go but hide
Stronger than a wall
Yet softer than a sheet
Deflecting the unweary
Felling them at your feet

A renewed shelter
a new place to hide
eyes now deviating
inpenetrable my force
seeing with clarity
surrounded by a haze
protected by a buckler
they don't understand
Living in my world
Guided by your hand

The Snow Dog · Post by **The Snow Dog** » Tue Mar 16, 2004 9:40 pm

nice. i'ts got one of those vibes that you cant identify, but you sure can feel

Medinaquirin · Post by **Medinaquirin** » Tue Mar 16, 2004 9:43 pm

Wow, really good, SMD!

Sir Myghin · Post by **Sir Myghin** » Wed Mar 17, 2004 2:57 pm

anyone have more? we need more poetry, poetry feeds yon mind !

Medinaquirin · Post by **Medinaquirin** » Wed Mar 17, 2004 3:03 pm

Give me a sec, I'll head over to my board and dig up some others I wrote.

Sir Myghin · Post by **Sir Myghin** » Wed Mar 17, 2004 3:12 pm

i've already read hat stuff but cool

Medinaquirin · Post by **Medinaquirin** » Wed Mar 17, 2004 3:12 pm

An untitled poem I wrote at work one night about my boyfriend.

An unmatched form, a front of Jove
Divine; perfect by measure of imperfections
Beautiful for its scars
Crystal not cheapened by flaws
But only made more rich
A rainbow flash of refracted light
A quality not found in those of stark clarity
Lips like ripened cherries
Full, ripe, lush; tempting for a taste
Or to watch them curve
In a smile sweeter than the taste of honey
A voice like angels' music
A laugh that is my soul's delight
A flash of fire
A flood of warmth
Exhilaration; calm; euphoria
So sweet, so strange
The first taste of some rare and exotic fruit
So addictive

Sir Myghin · Post by **Sir Myghin** » Wed Mar 17, 2004 3:14 pm

thats cool but theres something unnerving about giving others the idea of how your boyfriend tastes

The Snow Dog · Post by **The Snow Dog** » Wed Mar 17, 2004 3:17 pm

I agree completely. with SMD, i mean