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My first poem! (1 Viewer)

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dutch

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its not like the movies

she gets sick, you die slowly inside

the love of self pity takes you

to heights never dreamed when the couple was whole

revel in the gloom, hope for the doom

why go on when the going gets tough 

try a different path

that leads you astray but feels so good

the mystery of new love

old love can stay behind

oh lord please help me

I am alive

only when not here with you

your condition, my prison

self centered jerk thinking of self only

the fruit of whats out there tastes so sweet

slipping from here

clinging to what I want right now

oh lord please help me

doing right, being the good man

acting in my own self preservation

conflict that is tearing me apart

I want love

I want to live

I want someone else...

oh lord please watch over her

 
Try #2:

It’s all the same day after day  walking in a blur

Show up with muddled mind and ignore my worth

Take a lunch but ignore your call

Gotta go home even if I stall

He doesn’t deserve our messy love

He’s older now and can see the lies

The muttered responses, the sneer in his eyes

She may be true the excitement I feel

Probably façade like most everything else

Pretending as always that this time it lasts

Mindscrew and heartache the likely farewell

It’s all the same year after year

You me him

Its not gonna last

 
You know and I know Trumbull Stickney wrote that poem in 1902. You were my teacher.
You betrayed me.

 
Sconch said:
You know and I know Trumbull Stickney wrote that poem in 1902. You were my teacher.
You betrayed me.
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:D Check it out, I learned my something new for today thanks to you, Sconch.  I had no clue what a Trumbull Stickney was so I googled.  Thanks.

 
Feel it creep
See it sweep
Smell it deep

Encroaching Blackness

Know it's near
Grab some beer
Feel the fear

Encroaching Blackness

Once you feel it on your neck
It makes you want to hit the deck
Now we're gonna run like heck
Run like heck
Run like heck

Smell it's breath
Check your meth
Is it death?

Encroaching Blackness

 

 
wikkidpissah said:
You are a plant and your art, your worldly prayer, its flower. Promising, but too much stalk.
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And by flower, i dont mean be more flowery.

In one of the Great Miracles, plants 'decided' to urge out of themselves eruptions of color never seen, forms never before held nor beheld, offer delicacy to the brutality of life's processes that others might help them propagate more and still greater life. Urge out what's within you that elementally, and it's art. Good luck - the desire is the greatest part.

 
and lost in the pollinated postings- nice work with the poem, dutch.

IIRC, and based on the poem- you're going through some tough family health times... really hope writing these are providing some support/help for you.

 
For Doctor Detroit I am doing this poem

About a lady who waits each night when I’m home

I put my mouth on her hole

My tounge makes an O

And I Lap up my St Paulie Girl’s foam

 
El Floppo said:
and lost in the pollinated postings- nice work with the poem, dutch.

IIRC, and based on the poem- you're going through some tough family health times... really hope writing these are providing some support/help for you.
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Thanks El Floppo.  I'll let you know if/when I get what I am looking for out of this exercise.  Not yet.

 
why is it that nature makes men weak

women suffer at our feet

we stroll around, c--k of the walk

it's in our nature, we will cheat

whether in mind or body or body and soul

we put it inside to make us feel whole

the urge is there too taste the fruit

g-d d-mn it's hard, I'm about to act the fool.

 
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eh, so I'm an ###, been there before.  Just trying out something new in hopes of getting something to click.  

Back to the drawing board.

 
everybody bite me, bite me

everybody bite me, bite me

taste my sack 

put it in your mouth

that's nasty bi&ch

 
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Turgid and tumescent

Florid and fluorescent

Lurid and luminescent

Your crusty fertile crescent

Is like a Christmas present

Now let me stuff that pheasant

And don't let the stank out!

 
how do you last cuz you're all a mess, drunk on the keyboard waiting for response

what really sucks is the mortality notice struck by your future blasted into space

trees and roads don't matter if reality slaps you in your face

the quiet hereafter with no melancholy becomes your place to rest

be it turgid or luminescent be an ###, who cares it's your loss

 
you're gettin there, dood. universalizing it a little more. we don't want to hear your pain - we'll feel it if you tell the truth. kul binns -

 
Over before it begins with blanks all around to stain the soul

what the #### happened, it was a whirliwind 

why did she go?

Caught the whiff of a fake who's countenance was coal

burn it, crush it, it always burns slow

fake or not does not determine where I go

Am only to blame for ceding my soul

 
Dog Years

The rabbit sprang forth from a patch of tall grass, bounded right out from under the hound's nose. It was gone, a streak of brown and white and missed opportunities.
That dog was old.

Heard that hound bayin' and I waited.
Several yards and years behind, but even old dogs can make something of new mornings.

The hunt was on.

Sad day for every hunter when his nose grows cold.
Beagles aren't as fast as jackrabbits.

He bayed and hollered but never pursued close enough. Pausing impatiently at each potential burrow, his drooping countenance and aging snout convinced itself to move on.
Old dogs don't get snakebit.

Saw the rabbit emerge in a clearing.
Fifty yards to the front of that dog he twitched at attention. He nibbled from a patch of grass and wildflowers.

The old dog laid down and napped.

 
Tree with Life

The last leave falls to the ground, ready to slumber for the winter. But in the crook, where the squirrel nests in wait, stands a bud protected from the chill about to descend

Winds will howl, air will freeze, old wooden arms they will splinter. Still the bud defies with the surety of coming spring, fresh and yet unbroken the new branch waits to arise

It’s reach and strength the world will behold; To the ones who watch with hopeful eyes, this mighty new lifespring will come as no surprise

 
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dutch said:
Tree with Life

The last leave falls to the ground, ready to slumber for the winter

But in the crook, where the squirrel nests in wait

Stands a bud protected from the chill about to descend

Winds will howl, air will freeze, old wooden arms they will splinter

Still the bud defies with the surety of coming spring

Fresh and yet unbroken the new branch waits to arise

It’s reach and strength the world will behold

To the ones who watch with hopeful eyes,

this mighty new life spring will come as no surprise
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seedy

 
The sting of unrequited love offers pain which could fell a giant

To the ground you fall as the broken heart renders your knees noncompliant

You hold back tears while walking and talking hoping in vain for them to be abeyant

Of course the pain is real and there really is nothing to do except try to remain defiant

Heartsick though you feel you do your best to live on by trying to deny it

broken heart and shattered soul all that remain of the goodtimes all gone quiet

Missed a golden chance and screwed the pooch.  The leaver has now become the left.  Sucks to be me.

 
dutch said:
its not like the movies

she gets sick, you die slowly inside

the love of self pity takes you

to heights never dreamed when the couple was whole

revel in the gloom, hope for the doom

why go on when the going gets tough 

try a different path

that leads you astray but feels so good

the mystery of new love

old love can stay behind

oh lord please help me

I am alive

only when not here with you

your condition, my prison

self centered jerk thinking of self only

the fruit of whats out there tastes so sweet

slipping from here

clinging to what I want right now

oh lord please help me

doing right, being the good man

acting in my own self preservation

conflict that is tearing me apart

I want love

I want to live

I want someone else...

oh lord please watch over her
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If you can get Pearl Jam/ Eddie Vedder to put this to music you would have something big. :thumbup:

 
Thank you for real.  I have a friend who has recommended I get someone to put music to some of my other musings.  I may try it.

 
Can I offer some advice? 

"You just...put her in the basket, Chief. Like this. Put her in the basket!"

Then you can walk away from it all. 

:yeah, I deserve a slow clap:  

 
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