Poetry

[Lady Vetinari]

Here's a poem I just wrote - It doesn't rhyme but it's only highbrows that do that!

The Amiable Torturer


"Hello, how are you?"
"Fine thanks and you?"
"Not too bad!"
Of course you're on the right side of the chair!

I have to sit and stare
Up into blinding light
A dark dot appears
every time I blink!

I turn to the little sink
wishing I could spit
that odd dentist's water
and get out of here.

"Just a little pin prick there!
I promise!"
Fine but I'll scream
and throw up on the floor.

Oh when can I walk out the door?
When is this torture over?
Oh crumbs
Now I can't feel my gums!

Her hands are like winches
forcing my mouth open
strange, rotten tools push
pull and scrape against my pegs.

I could do with a pint or a keg?
Alcohol would be heaven sent
Or maybe a bash on the head
Would be better ...

Than having this amiable torture
From this crisply dressed nurse
I'd rather have a thumbscrew
or be put on the rack

Than having to be back
on that long leather chair
staring up at the light
having my damn tooth out!

[bogieman]

I didn't know I was a highbrow

[Lady Vetinari]

Do you like it?

[bogieman]

It's ......interesting
Afraid I like the rhyming ones

One of mine.....

The meaning of life is so vivid and clear
The reason we exist and why we are here
It’s all to do with the call of the wild
It’s clear as a bell when you hold your first child
Watching them grow looking after there needs
The genetics of life the sowing of seeds
The world that we live in becomes petty and small
When we are a family and we’ve got it all
Growing through the years with time passing bye
With girlfriends and boyfriends catching there eye
Then suddenly there grown and out on there own
And life’s is not so clear when you’re all alone
But then becomes clearer and all reconciled
When in to your arms you hold your grandchild

[Lady Vetinari]

Sometimes you have to write how you see it, besides Pam Ayres already wrote a darned good one about dentists, and I wanted to sound different from her - I've already been accused of being her ... if it's rhyming you want ... here's one!

Warning to a Moth

Do not go near the light
Gentle butterfly of the night.
Laced and delicate wings
Flutter by and sings
a warning to thee,
to stay away from the luminosity,
of the invitingly warm heat
beckoning thee to take thy seat
on it's spherical beaming face
please - do not slow thy pace
near its surface shimmering;
leering, jeering, glimmering.
For as soon as thy tired wings rest
on the burning glass crest
of the false indoor sun
thy life shalt be undone.

[bogieman]

Aww thats fantastic

I like that one, I did a similar one I shall post it if I can find it.

[bogieman]

Found it.....

I look upon the dark night sky
Where all the clouds are passing by
The wind is up and blowing fast
The darkness surly will not last
For behind the clouds is a full new moon
That I must head for fairly soon
It’s part of nature that I must fly
Towards the light high in the sky
I must go there and not hesitate
As there is where I will find my mate
The light appears and my journey starts
I send out a glow to hit the ladies hearts
But it’s to near and suddenly bright
This is not the celestial light
But no one can say that I did not try
As I hit the light bulb and swiftly die

[Tina a.k.a.SusanSto.Helit]

Oh my, you guys are good. Really good.

[Lady Vetinari]

My poems. I haven't written one for years these are all YEARS old, and later I shall put one on that I actually had published!

World War One: Trenches

Bang! bang! Another one dead
Who cares? this is war.
One German bullet hitting one british head
forcing him to the muddy floor

Trudging through the sludge and slime
What is it about this thing?
Deep in the mud and grime
are we really fighting for country and King?

"Don't worry boys!" a General tells us
"we'll be back by Christmas!"
What do they know? haven't they seen the fuss?
they're not the ones in the fighting mass!

A soldier died of cholera
now it's a battle against sickness
here there is no cure
Its January, so much for Christmas.

Itchy! Itchy! Scratch! Scratch!
Ugh, there's lice every where.
I swear there is a new batch
invading my hair.

"Hold your breath!" is the new command.
The Germans fighting dirty with gas
Now this I can't stand!
Now I feel we're at an impasse.

Month by month, year by year
Time goes on slowly
my eyes are pouring out tears
for my dear family!

Jubilation! Jump for joy!
Four years this has been!
I'm returning home springy as a young boy
I don't believe it's over on November 11th 1914!

That is not a patriotic poem by any means. I wrote it for an English project as part of my G C S E's and I got my C that I worked so hard to achieve! This is another one I particularly like.

Gypsy Hearts

Loner he was 'til he saw her
Loner he was 'til he rescued her
Loner she was 'fore she saw him
Loner she was 'fore her rescue.

Praise for wild tempers
Praise for Gypsy Hearts
Praise for love o'ercoming hatred
Praise for evil banishéd!

'Twas the sea that helped them,
'Twas a cave that bought happiness
'Twas the tempest that caught them,
'Twas the heart of love that won.

A legend came true on that day
A mermaid grabbed him of his soul
A song so sweet led to his death
A tender touch burned his heart!

They did not care for him
They had each other,
They and their Gypsy Hearts,
Yes! they and their Gypsy Hearts!

This was written for a book that I started writing a loooooonnnngggg time ago, and I would like to go back and re-write it as I loved writing it and I still care deeply for the hero and heroine, it is set in Ireland in the late eighties!

Eosophobia: I Fear the Dawn

I am lying awake in bed
Sad thoughts are invading my head
crashing through my brain
all happy thoughts run down a drain.

I have been having dreamscares
or could they be nightmares?
Of being chased inside a castle
I don't why it's me they hassle!

Screaming for my blood
I think I should chew the cud
I look down, am balanced on a wire
I turn around and now I am being chased by a vampire!

Then a silver horse with wings
comes by, its salvation he brings
Pegasus has come to take me away
but then the wind blows me astray.

Gone! Lost in a crash of thunder
only my rescue could be a blunder
Then soft and fair voices are what I hear.
Could they be Elves, no! it's what I fear.

A large snake, twisting, writhing!
Squeezing me ever so tightly.
I am losing my life in never-ending pain.
Life I feel is nothing for me to gain.

A sensible voice tells me what I want to know
"It's only a dream!" then appears a headless shadow.
I look up, a ghost is in front of me,
all crookéd and cankered, but is a he!

He brings out his hand from beneath his cloak
Then a voice is heard, it is a croak.
"I will protect and save you,
it appears I arrived on cue!"

That's when I awaken
All sweaty and shaken
There is still night
still hours to make my dreams aright!

I close my eyes, Pegasus is back!
I get on him and we fly between unseen tract.
No thunder this time but a person beckoning me down.
Its a raven haired moon Princess in silver shimmering gown.

She calls me over with her hypnotic voice
which leaves me with no choice
but to do as she says: "Stay, my daughter, thou art mine ever more!
Stay and ride, and live by my tranquil shores!"

I live with her now and I am care-free
Pegasus is my horse and we ride eternally
The only dread, I remember I own
Is Eosophobia: Fear of the Dawn!

I was inspired on the way back from a shopping trip in Oxford, the word was mentioned on Radio Two, and that very night I sat and wrote this poem... tonight I altered it a bit from it's original copy, as I have done with all the poems I put on here. I hope you all liked them!

[chuckie]

Really enjoyed reading your poems my Lady.
I'm useless at writing myself. Can't even write birthday cards without at least 10 minuets of intense concentration.

[bogieman]

You are very good my lady I think you need to start writing again.
Why not put them in a book and publish it or on a web site to give pleasure to the masses.


Something like

The Bogieman

[Lady Vetinari]

Thanks Bogieman and Chuckie - this is one of my most recent ones.

Plastic UN Fantastic

Buy One Get Free
Screams at me
Great Offers £15 for Three
Music cds, and films dvds.

TV mags shows porcelain plates
showing fields with open gates
Long flowing kaftans colours bright
the plastic card started so light.

The weight grows and grows
My monthly balance shows
Me I should stop
Oh cool, a cd of old pop!

Book clubs send colourful flyers
like vultures waiting for enthusiastic buyers
I feel myself being tugged in
For I see a book about Michael Palin!

My red card now looks pink
As it knows my limit is about to shrink
Waterstones has triple points offers
More out of my limited coffers.

Why oh why do I do this?
Do I really need A Biography on the Tardis?
Or a CD of old goth eighties tracks
Shall I give my credit card some slack?

I have tried to hide it from me
Until I see the latest John Williams CD
Or a new improved Star Wars set
Just helping me pile up the debt.

So, tell me why I cannot stop
Or am I just a woman who loves to shop?
Am I crazy, dumb or just plain mad !
Until I get caught by the latest fad.

Too many nice things on the internet
I could do with a new pet
Books, clothes, accessories
All help fuel the disease.

I am happy with the set of books
And yes I could do with more How to Cooks!
Just one of the many tricks
to make me bring out my plastic un-fantastic!

[bogieman]

And they just keep getting better and better

[Batty]

Thay are more like 'proper' poems compared to mine. For example:

The Dalmation

Spot the dog once said to me,
'I watch, as you walk in,
You have a look upon your face,
Your smile - A wicked grin!'
Alas! It's true! I must confess
I have a secret plot.
When he's not looking, pen in hand,
I'll join him - dot-to-dot!

[Jan Van Quirm]

*claps at everyone* it does you good to write poetry that you like and primarily for yourself - and rhyme or don't rhyme. It's whatever fits to what you're doing at the time!

Regrettably mine are either Tolkien-inspired (but not Master T. Bombadil I hasten to add ) or unrelievedly miserable. It's therapy for me mostly so I won't post them here - unless I'm feeling particularly nasty