Poems

[Angel_de_Combate]

Originally Posted by Daretobeconju

The Whisper and The Lie

I whisper once to warn the woman who wishes for the prize
The would-be worldly worshipper of what she can’t realize
Who welcomed weathered wonderment without a watchful eye
Whilst witchery was whittling another loathsome lie

And where we wander wants to wonder underneath its breath
Just why we walk the way we walk upon our way to death
And waves of weirdness waft around the workings of the mind
But it’s worth the while to wait for wisdom to wash away the blinds

And where and why and what we will, will words ever arise
To win the well-timed wedding of the wild and the wise
And will we all withstand the whirlwind that whips across the land
The wicked watchman weaves the well-planned wanderlust of man

2006 R Patrick Martin

Love it. Thank you.

[Immune]

This is a haiku
Which criticizes itself
That was terrible

I will try again
Now criticizing the first
Still sounds terrible

This is the last one
No criticisms this time
But I'm out of room

Ok, just one more
Except now I'm realizing
There's nothing to say

I'm done for real now
Because if I'm right, by now,
You're sick of haikus

[Daretobeconju]

Originally Posted by Immune

This is a haiku
Which criticizes itself
That was terrible

I will try again
Now criticizing the first
Still sounds terrible

This is the last one
No criticisms this time
But I'm out of room

Ok, just one more
Except now I'm realizing
There's nothing to say

I'm done for real now
Because if I'm right, by now,
You're sick of haikus

Nice Immune!!!

[Daretobeconju]

From Death, Unto the Children

Fear not, oh little ones
Though the end be near or far
Far worse is your supposed state
Than the truth of where you are

Tally ho! Now sally forth
And rally to this cause
Alive with life you strive through strife
‘til I come to give you pause

So in that moment alight with splendor
Not to know my sickle came
That I severed life from death in end or
Your body from your name

For knowledge is the hell you ponder
On yonder hill the gallows rise
Meet me there, don’t dare to wonder
No, let our meeting be a surprise

For knowledge is the hell you ponder
Forgive me if I seem terse
For I know all who fall asunder
And the end to every verse

2001 R Patrick Martin

[Daretobeconju]

Victor’s Spoils

Something inside me, it seems,
Rises up in me.
Something burning
Like a yearning for what's just out of reach.
It's something that's gonna teach me a lesson.
In life, my confessional,
I've been the professional and the pauper,
And I'm always hard on life
But that never stopped her.
So when I look out at this, this great expanse before me,
And I dance naked in the moonlight, whilst the moon, she ignores me,
I rise up, up, up and out of this dream;
And something inside me, it screams!

And something inside me, it seems,
Gleams like a candle through plate glass,
Making lines on ridges,
Uncovering distortions en mass,
And passion, it denies me,
Retribution, it defies me,
The constitution's all lies.
Nothing's inalienable anymore,
Not when you're poor,
And something inside me, it steams.

And something inside me, it seems
To want greater, or better, or more than before,
And something inside me just walked out the door,
Down the street, and got on a bus for Missouri
'cuz it just don't like me anymore.
And I can't blame it,
Couldn't tame it,
It's a shame it had to come to all this,
But I can't say that I'll miss it.
I used to piss it away
Back when I had so much to say
And no one with the IQ to listen.
I used to think I was on a mission to save the world.
Now I just want the money, and the girl.
And to get out of life alive,
But that's too much to ask.
Nobody gets out of life alive.
We just learn to thrive on the pain of dying,
Lying in our coffins, be they sofas or La-Z-boys.
Crazy I'm not when poised like a lion
Hovering over the weak of your pack.
It's about time someone thinned out where you lack.

And something inside me,
It teems with hatred passed down generation to generation,
Generating more and more hatred as time goes on,
'til we're all gone.
We've nothing to lose;
Only choices to choose from.
The sum of our toil is the waste from the royals
When we want the victor's spoils!
And something inside me, it schemes.

And something inside me, it seems
To guide me where I'm going,
To ride me when I'm slowing down,
But it still hasn't led me out of this town;
And something inside me, it dreams

2004 R Patrick Martin

[Angel_de_Combate]

Originally Posted by Immune

This is a haiku
Which criticizes itself
That was terrible

I will try again
Now criticizing the first
Still sounds terrible

This is the last one
No criticisms this time
But I'm out of room

Ok, just one more
Except now I'm realizing
There's nothing to say

I'm done for real now
Because if I'm right, by now,
You're sick of haikus

The criticising haiku, very immune.

[Angel_de_Combate]

Daretobconj I prefer your first poem over the last two you posted, that isn't to say there not good(they are), it's just your first poem caught my imagination more.

Your last poem did make me think of this poem



Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.*

Maya Angelou

P.s hope you don't think I'm rude by not referring to your poems by name but I'm on a iPhone and scrolling is a pain in the arse.

[Daretobeconju]

Originally Posted by Angel_de_Combate

Your last poem did make me think of this poem ...
P.s hope you don't think I'm rude by not referring to your poems by name but I'm on a iPhone and scrolling is a pain in the arse.

Not rude at all, plus, I made you think of Maya!!! If that doesn't warm the heart, I don't know what does! :-)

How about this one...

There is a peace within. A subtle murmur, as if the world itself took in a breath and held it. Warm and comforting - life that will spend eternity flowing back to the ocean. The Elysium winds, the ever-fixed stars, and even the meekest dormouse, all genuflect before the incongruous beauty. I was held by a rose in my hand when I saw a gull swimming through the sky, and the rocky coastline flew up to meet her love. My heart soared, the rose sank, and my feet stood firmly in the heavens. A maelstrom of emotion tore through my soul only to leave the possibility of living life and passion together. The harmony found when two irreconcilable waves fade to the black noise of infinity, still rising and falling, yet no longer obtrusive. It was as if infinity itself beat with the rhythms of both.
And I exhaled...

[Daretobeconju]

I just love writing :-D

A word, then two
You feel them trickle down upon you
Clouds move in and cover conversation
Then the downpour arrives
Intensity increases
Change from drip, drip, drip
To rush, flow, fall
Covered now in phrases
Soaked through with verbs
Winds force unwanted ideas
Lightening crashes as new concepts arrive
Deafening thunder brings emotion and feeling
The drone of incessant sentences
The rhythmic waver of paragraph and period
The trees hit hard
Bending, breaking
Branches like tangents fly off into oblivion
The clouds thicken as opinions arise
Darkness settles and new rain washes away salutations
The fog, the conjunction, the transitive
Past, present, future run together as soil swirls in puddles
Murky discourse
Exclamation flies by and kicks up a wave
Now covered in the remnants of dialogue
Closing statements reprise
Good bye
Good bye
The clouds part
The sun shines through
Dries the land,
The paper,
And records the history
Of the passing storm

[Angel_de_Combate]

Originally Posted by Daretobeconju

Not rude at all, plus, I made you think of Maya!!! If that doesn't warm the heart, I don't know what does! :-)

How about this one...

There is a peace within. A subtle murmur, as if the world itself took in a breath and held it. Warm and comforting - life that will spend eternity flowing back to the ocean. The Elysium winds, the ever-fixed stars, and even the meekest dormouse, all genuflect before the incongruous beauty. I was held by a rose in my hand when I saw a gull swimming through the sky, and the rocky coastline flew up to meet her love. My heart soared, the rose sank, and my feet stood firmly in the heavens. A maelstrom of emotion tore through my soul only to leave the possibility of living life and passion together. The harmony found when two irreconcilable waves fade to the black noise of infinity, still rising and falling, yet no longer obtrusive. It was as if infinity itself beat with the rhythms of both.
And I exhaled...

I love words, the more descriptive the better I mean you used the word maelstrom. \o/
I really like these two pieces, by all means if you have more please post and again thank you.