New Poetry Thread

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    mirinda

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    It appears the Chronners need a new thread for poetry. Come on now don't be shy.
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    Heretic

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    Bottles fly in and out the void of doors

    with lanes of bottles flying everywhere

    but with billions of bottles

    some small, some big

    some original, some repetitive to annoyance

    all sent from other worlds

    only to reach another point

    to have its message taken out and read

    to be laughed, to be hated, to give deep thoughts

    endless imaginations, thoughts beyond the most smartest of geniuses

    and then, sent back to the void of letters in bottles, only to be sent to another door, to be read, to communicate, to debate.

    My futile attempt to talk about the internet.
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    Heretic

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    An ancient tactic

    used by both the toddler who set the rug on fire and the man behind the curtains of politics

    to say one thing and mean another

    to disconnect words from actions

    and to make man lost

    from the Garden of Eden to corporate scheming

    the art of hiding the truth and filling it with a shell

    is as common as the aliens in our bodies

    except, they are aliens in our souls.
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    mirinda

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    Well you certainly convey what you mean in a unique way Heretic. My hat's off to you. My poetry consists mainly of pretty rhymes.
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    Heretic

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    Millions of lightning bolts hit the soft, perpetual land of hills and slopes

    all of them hit the ground

    passing from one end to another

    but do not be afraid

    these are good lightnings, mostly

    ones that bring life and words are as good as the estimate of the stars

    jagged, quiet spears that may or may not bring death

    all inside a hollow world with white solid skies

    billions of these worlds exist

    sending out products of the storms hitting the land to other hollow worlds

    sharing the yield, combining to make better

    though, sometimes, light hits light and heat comes out

    positive versuve negative

    battling each other

    people may say these may be harmless

    but that must mean they never heard of Adolf.





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    Heretic

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    Whisperer of the the past, present, and future,

    art comes in many waves

    from the most fluent to aggressive and emotional

    speaking with the cousins of sounds is one of them

    I sing like flowers

    random and varying

    from the most wonderful rose to the useless weed

    I change forms, depending on the wind of my life source.

    That was a reply to your comment, Mirinda.
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    Karn Maeshalanadae

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    Well, the ancient tactic was the better of all these......


    And poetry doth not be thy only method of communication in this thread, critique and reply be pretty to the eyes as well. :p
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    mirinda

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    You do have a point. Perhaps I will put up another of my rhymes...as soon as I find a good one that is. Most of mine are up in the old thread.

    The third one is very good. I like that last line.
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    Heretic

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    The third one was about our minds, making ideas and being imaginative, and sharing those with people, but also fighting because of different ideals.

    I added Hitler because, well, you know, his memos that he wrote in, like, prison.
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    j d worthington

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    In the sere of the leaf,


    We are reminded:
    of opportunities lost
    of loves betrayed
    of innocence destroyed
    of the pangs of guilt
    of dreams forgotten
    of hopes that withered
    of tears now dry as dust of mummia, that serve only to preserve the past's pain



    We are also reminded:
    of the children of our love
    of joy shared
    of the laughter of our youth
    of the warmth of the sun
    of a world in ferment
    of a better tomorrow
    of the heart's beat as we found life and the living of it sweet



    And in that memory, we realize:
    the sere is only a bud not yet born​
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    Heretic

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    I can tell that this talks about an elderly person sitting out their last days, remembering days both foolish and wonderful. Beautiful.
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    Karn Maeshalanadae

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    A tale is told
    In the frigid cold
    Of evil inside all our souls

    And those who use these powers so dark
    Greed and corruption are their mark
    They leave the Earth so barren and dead
    In the name of riches to get ahead

    Practitioners of unholy death
    They drain from Light its very last breath
    In the shadows of night where good cannot stand
    They crush out hope with a fisted hand

    Power and wealth are the kings of this land
    Where no one in need gets a helping hand
    Kindness and love have long since gone
    In the end of glorious dawn

    Youth in war are stricken and killed
    Left in beds of dirt near Capitol Hill
    Where the ones who remain are deaf to the cries
    Of widows and ex-mothers who are treated like flies

    But in my heart, I hope and pray
    For the start of a brand new day
    Where light and justice rule once more
    And darkness is blocked by love’s powerful door
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    mirinda

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    Your poison infected me, you raped me with hate, the red lines on my back were not made by mistake. Life is so twisted by malice and fate. You ravage me daily you take and you take.
    Death does not always seem so bad, compared to this it almost seems glad. But I’d rather survive you every day than to let you think you can win this way. You speak only lies through your forked tongue, for once I wish you’d just swallow that gun.
    On the edge of sanity the brink of despair one false step and my strength will fail. You know this, you see it, you tempt me every day you laugh at my sorrows you smile and my pain.
    By body aches with my hatred for you it clouds my judgment but what can I do? If only with one word you’d disappear then maybe my outlook would finally be clear.


    Well there you are.

    Karn you are much to hard on yourself I say. That was not bad at all. In fact I think it was VERY good.

    Nostalgic JD. :)
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    Heretic

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    Ok, your in Oregon, so you're from the US of A, and you mention Capitol Hill. There is blood and darkness, and love and light...

    For some reason, I know the meaning of this poem. Is this Anti war-ish?
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    Heretic

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    You guys are too dang dark and abusive! Do something less creepy. I can't sleep anymore now.
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    Karn Maeshalanadae

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    It's a blatantly obvious poem, Heretic, written in less than five minutes. It is an anti-war, anti-corporation, anti-greed poem that's a complaint of what Bush has done to the U.S.
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    Heretic

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    Obviously. Of course. Indeed. No doubt, etc.

    I just had to confirm, because some poems are too obscure to get a clear picture, and this might be one of them, tactically disguised as an anti-bush poem.
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    mirinda

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    That one too dark for you Heretic? Oh you would not like my others then. Though that one expresses more anger than I usually put in.
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    Heretic

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    Well, not tonight. If it has to do with today's issues, I wouldn't want to dive into those visually before I go to sleep.
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    Karn Maeshalanadae

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    It's a clear picture, Heretic.

    And I'm sure I know what mir's was about, but I'll say it not......

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