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Re: Poetry Thread

PostFri Mar 29, 2013 5:39 pm

That was absolutely breathtaking Realistic. I loved it. Post MORE lol


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Bucked naked running through the springs , bucked naked having a great fling.
Bucked naked all day long. lol no i kid will post something real just had to go random .


Well... LOL Somebody like to be buck naked running through springs? Hehee 8-)
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Re: Poetry Thread

PostSat Mar 30, 2013 8:38 am

Thanks so much Onyx! I enjoyed yours as well! I'll try and post more over the weekend :)
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Re: Poetry Thread

PostMon Apr 01, 2013 11:19 pm

Battle (my personal favorite)



I see through your negligee fatigues
As you try to camouflage your steel leader
With white lace

A battle you haven't won
Just yet

Because your wiry soldiers push through the tattered A cup fabric and scream out,
"Hello down there, Sergeant!"

And Sergeant responds with a grand salute -
No longer a prisoner of the militant lace

Then Rear Admiral breaks free of the frayed rope that divided his cheeky army

And there you stand

Naked

In blood red patent leather boots

With an army of dead enemies

Hidden

Under your helmet
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Re: Poetry Thread

PostWed Apr 10, 2013 4:45 am

Violin Of Sorrow By: Onyx

She played a violin of sorrows
cheeks pressed tightly to the pain.

A harp she did play also
the past all bound up in chain.

How can she love herself today
if she knows not what she's done?

How can she move herself today
if she knows not where she's from?

Confusion
Exclusion
Self hatred
Delusion

She's bruising with illusion
from the cries of ancient past.

The who's this and the who's that
the visions never last.

She holds the harp next to her heart
and plucks the strings of her depression.

The sounds sing out into the air
since her words can not express them.

The winds whisper to her spirit
the knowledge of life's long spin.

One day you will never wonder
You'll find your missing kin.

And with a gust her violin takes flight
and crashes to the ground.

Her harp is dashed to pieces
never again to make a sound.

The truth then sparks her anger
even though it's what she asked.

Denial of who she is at once
she wished she kept her mask.

The rest of time she's forced to think
nothing there for to distract.

Her eyes are open widely
she never can go back.

So fight it all you must
says the wind unto her heart.

Repaired the violin of sorrows
and replaced her heart of harps.

Remain a slave or fight
was what she knew she had to do.

But her music helped her cope
the songs made just to soothe.

Easier it is to deny
than it is to trust the real.

You can remain distracted
if that's what helps you deal.

Or you can break the chains of history
and uncover naked truth.

The sun can always help you grow
but first you need to feed the roots.
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Re: Poetry Thread

PostSat May 11, 2013 8:45 pm

Onyx ~

Your words took my breath away several times while reading that. Beautiful.
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Re: Poetry Thread

PostSat May 11, 2013 8:48 pm

MistyMountain wrote:Onyx ~

Your words took my breath away several times while reading that. Beautiful.


Aww Thank you :oops: :D
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Re: Poetry Thread

PostWed May 15, 2013 4:43 pm

Unfortunately for me I have had to come to terms with the fact that I suck at poetry! I've tried, but my stuff always ends up embarrassingly literal, lol. But I really appreciate the art form and those who are talented at it - thanks to those of you who've shared your words! Anyway, thought I'd share one of my favourites ~


Cry Out In Your Weakness

~ Rumi


A dragon was pulling a bear into its terrible mouth.

A courageous man went and rescued the bear.
There are such helpers in the world, who rush to save
anyone who cries out. Like Mercy itself,
they run toward the screaming.

And they can’t be bought off.
If you were to ask one of those, “Why did you come
so quickly?” he or she would say, “Because I heard
your helplessness.”

Where lowland is,
that’s where water goes. All medicine wants
is pain to cure.

And don’t just ask for one mercy.
Let them flood in. Let the sky open under your feet.
Take the cotton out of your ears, the cotton
of consolations, so you can hear the sphere-music.

Push the hair out of your eyes.
Blow the phlegm from your nose,
and from your brain.

Let the wind breeze through.
Leave no residue in yourself from that bilious fever.
Take the cure for impotence,
that your manhood may shoot forth,
and a hundred new beings come of your coming.

Tear the binding from around the foot
of your soul, and let it race around the track
in front of the crowd. Loosen the knot of greed
so tight on your neck. Accept your new good luck.

Give your weakness
to one who helps.

Crying out loud and weeping are great resources.
A nursing mother, all she does
is wait to hear her child.

Just a little beginning-whimper,
and she’s there.

God created the child, that is, your wanting,
so that it might cry out, so that milk might come.

Cry out! Don’t be stolid and silent
with your pain. Lament! And let the milk
of loving flow into you.

The hard rain and wind
are ways the cloud has
to take care of us.

Be patient.
Respond to every call
that excites your spirit.

Ignore those that make you fearful
and sad, that degrade you
back toward disease and death.
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Re: Poetry Thread

PostWed May 15, 2013 5:45 pm

I used to write a lot.. more structured rhyme/rap than classical poetry, but here's something topical.. not about anyone real, just a composite archetype:

Ultimately, society made you..
It's trickle down, personality's fickle now
you think it's alright to be hateful..
as long as it's within the context of your nonsense
what's more important than dominance?
Narcissists all invent whatever's necessary,
to maintain the status quo..
shadow of self is the baddest foe,
yet unknown to those who shatter reflections
filled with passive aggression,
you construct fanatical framework
to interpret that which your masochist brain hurts
and reinvent facts until a pattern emerges
and desecrate that which is otherwise right
you're vindictive and you idolize spite..


This as well.. different premise:
The elephant in the room.. we all like him in the zoo,
behind bars or closed doors divisiveness is truth
And spitefulness is youth, like vicodin to pain,
But let it pass you by and your life is in vain
And vanity is strange cuz it's real until it dies,
as fallacies fall apart we can't deal with the disguise
Life's a gallery, all the art is worth what the market bears..
Stop and stare at the spectacle as we build it to the skies..
Last edited by J. Cyrus on Wed May 15, 2013 7:40 pm, edited 3 times in total.
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Re: Poetry Thread

PostWed May 15, 2013 5:57 pm

Broken By Onyx

Blazing hot flames engulf the mind.

Waiting, wanting, searching in every bend of thought.

Breaking and bruising.

I was used, I'm worth losing.

Pitted against myself all inside the prisons of my mind.

Shattering glass of the past,

I keep sweeping it,

I'm knee deep in it.

If I don't find release, I may have to sleep in it.



Gray skies, endless, in the fragrance of the storm.

Such bitter, salty, sweet raindrops fall hiding the tears that I am too proud to show.

Finding my heart in the darkness beating rhythmically between breaths.

Do not feed it or the beast will grow.....



Showing his jagged fangs, gnawing at my soul.

Spitting weird images through my bones.

Sifting through shit trying to find gold.

I'm lost in the caverns of my own lusts, of my own mistrusts.

Cowardly running from myself to no avail.

I lower the veil and shield my eyes

to no surprise

I find myself....... Broken.





Broken but not beaten

I see him seethin'

while he's sneakin'.

Creepin'

Through the valleys of my heart beatin'

Creepin'

While everyone else is sleepin'.

Needin'

To wake up from the battlefield.

I hold my shield.

Tightly.

Waking up screaming from my dreams nightly.

It's frightening

to know that this is me that I'm facing.

I can't fight myself to death... that's suicide.

Trying to piece together each time he lied.

In my mind, I'm a solider.

So I fight and i bleed.

I can beat it if I let go but I don't so I'm stuck.

In a rut,

just coasting

through my soul making love to the darkness.

Boasting,

to my eyes

since that's where every spark lives.



I take a deep breathe and hold it

I loathe it

but I have to try to get out of the caverns that try to drown.

I promise myself I will never let him keep me down.

He ROARS and tries to scare me to keep me here

But to his demise

I realize

I ran all out of fear.





Broken but not beaten

I'm bleedin'

But I'm still breathin'
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Re: Poetry Thread

PostThu May 16, 2013 5:50 am

Just wrote this now:

Perception isn't clear, deception in the air,
the minority seek truth with even fewer ever gettin' there..
fiends on the screens convene to keep the message clear,
three companies own the news -- what you expect to hear?
Take it at face value, that's what they count on
but I count the change that makes sense..
And change just for the sake of change ain't really about what I'm on
It's about progression and lessons to keep the mind strong..
the world's about a dollar, but I'm not..
cuz what happens when they make the currency fall apart?
It's currently all an art, the puppeteer's got nothing here
but the complacent, populate the matrix stuck in fear..
Or stuck in the latest somethin' hot or what to wear,
shoes with matching gear..
but I laugh, cuz you got it backwards
Talkin' bout your swag and not realizing who controls that which.. molds you
and don't call me "old school".. I'm just embarrassed
Cuz you're in the present with no gift for the future but sadness..
“It is the... mass media which makes possible the use of propaganda techniques on a societal scale. The orchestration of press, radio and television to create a continuous, lasting and total environment renders the influence of propaganda virtually unnoticed precisely because it creates a constant environment.”
~ Jacques Ellul

“…YOU at one time walked according to... this world, according to the ruler of the authority of the air...”
~ Ephesians 2:2
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