Poetry

[Jan Van Quirm]

Poetry's certainly good therapy, but sometimes that's better not shared although it can help. My poetry's never too riotously happy but sometimes it does bear posting. As for rhymes - do it or don't do it - whatever suits

Last few days there's been some talk on 'invisible' illnesses and so I had a go at trying to get that across. Not really happy with it but it has legs so I'll post it now - and an old happyish one to make up for it!

Invisible

You can hear me talk,
See me walk,
Laugh with me.
Join me and drink tea

I can tell you tales,
Thoughts like sails
Skimming fast.
A high unsurpassed.

Know me like yourself?
Share your shelf?
Be your friend?
Happy with all ends?

You may think I'm well.
Not sense hell.
Have no heed.
Can't stem my thoughts' bleed.

Could you feel my pain?
Molten rain
In my mind?
No - you aren't my kind.

You could never know.
Feel the flow.
Find the gate.
All life there to hate.

You can't ever fix me.
Go now! Flee!
Leave me quick.
Need to be this sick.

Don't want sympathy.
Empathy.
No big deal.
Used to how this feels.

I'm taking the pills!
Still feel ill...
Feel so wrong
Why should I keep 'strong'?

I'm not visible.
Risible.
Feel nothing.
Don't want fussing.

Not a thing feels right.
Taking fright.
Feasible?
No - just invisible.

This next one's more positive in that it examines being true to your nature I suppose - mettyfors and wossnames with this next one so there's no punctuation on purpose!

I swoop and dive
I roll and twist
Free in the air
Swift as my name
I am free and fast
I rise and fall
No fear I call
The sky is mine
A place to play
And live and fly
Wheeling wide
So sure so smooth
Light as air
A spirit in the sky

I ride wild winds,
I float on heat
Circling wide
No effort so light
My vigilant flight
That tracks life
Bound to earth
I am a hawk
I seek from the heights
Swooping low
Like a blade
Gripping life
My grasp is death
And I feed in heaven

I am bright
Like a rainbow
A hunting dart
That streaks and dives
Through air and water
I seek silver
That shimmers
And shimmies
And trembles
On my weapon
A flashing spear
Lightning fast
Deadly and true
A king of fishers

I look to the sky
And see freedom
I cannot find
Caught here
On the ground
I want to feel winds
In the heights
Of heaven
I watch swifts
And hawks on high
They know no bounds
Like the fisher king
They are free and
In their element

[deldaisy]

I wrote a poem years and years ago:

THE FLY

I sometimes wonder by and by
What it is like to be a fly
I'd fly to here
I'd fly to there
I'd fly around up in the air

But I do not think it would be fun
To be known as a maggot's Mum


Thank you Thank you

Oh and I am SERIOUSLY impressed with the poetry here. I am listening to youtube and reading what I can without trying to sing the poetry to the song I am listening to...

[Jan Van Quirm]

Effortless! Brava!

[btlfannz]

I wrote a poem years and years ago:

THE FLY

I sometimes wonder by and by
What it is like to be a fly
I'd fly to here
I'd fly to there
I'd fly around up in the air

But I do not think it would be fun
To be known as a maggot's Mum

Thank you Thank you

What it's like to be a fly
I do not know
I care not why
But even maggots need a Mum
Who else will wipe their little bum.

See, I told you I could

[deldaisy]

[MongoGutman]

Some good stuff there

I wrote some poetry a few years ago when I was a member of a forum - I'd be interested to know what poetry forums youse guys frequent - anyway I couldn't let this thread pass without dredging up a couple to share...

A Rose From Out of Elfland

How came'st the seed to to the fields we know
to root in mundane Earth to grow?
Was't blown on some wayward wind of song
that travelled far and echoed long
to the notes of some silvery horn
sounding calls fey and forlorn?
Else carried hence on wing of wren
that lighted once on purpled glen
and yet arose and o'er us flew
where a rose from out of Elfland grew.

As any Earth-bound flower must
it breathed Earth's air and drank Earth's blood
its shoot and stalk to Heaven thrust
and put out leaf and thorn and bud
which in fullness one morn debuted
and spread wide its petals rainbow hued.
All the Earthly flowers curled up tight
and forebore to open, as though t'were night
though the Sun in golden splendour nooned
when a rose from out of Elfland bloomed.

If but wond'rous awe of Man could pass
for the Time that dreaming Elfland never knows
e'en yet would that flower to this day last
but Time cares not and ever onward flows
and though the rose was from Elfland drawn
on Earth it was, as we, Time's pawn.
So one by one those lustrous petals fell
and to life's glory bade farewell.
Lovers parted and artists cried
when a rose from out of Elfland died.

...Mongo

thats a bit, well, flowery... err... thisun's a bit more fun...

Let's Not

Let us not, and say we did
All those chores both small and big
That suck the fun right out of life
Let's tell 'em all to take a hike.

Let's skip school, not go to work
Me for one, I'd rather shirk
It'll all wait for another day
Come with me, let's go and play.

You don't need to clean and scrub
Don't waste your time at sink or tub:
What's so wrong with a little dirt?
Leave it be: it'll do no hurt.

Why spend your time pulling weeds?
The garden calls? Oh puh-lease:
The plants they know just how to grow
Drop that spade c'mon, let's blow.

Why go to church or say your prayers?
No one knows and no one cares
God can look out for himself;
Let's take a break - for our health.

Life's too short to waste on chores
Those that do are jerks and bores
You'll get old doing all you're bid
So let's just not, and say we did.

...Mongo

[Jan Van Quirm]

All for skipping chores and elf stuff's always got me reading

We've got poetry and writing forums on DreamWorlds (click my sig ) including some by Lady V who started this thread. There's a tech site Bob's Byway which covers poetry forms if your taste runs to the classics and this one for specialists Science Fiction Poetry Association

[AlexandriaRodriguez]

[deldaisy]

See?

THIS is why I love new members on the forum

I had forgotten about this thread.

I love your "Invisible" Jan.

And your Lets Not Mongo.

[Tiffany]

I'd forgotten about this thread too. Many thanks for reviving it, AlexandriaRodriguez, good one!

I haven't written much poetry lately but I did do this one a little while ago.



Confused Gossip

He knows that you know, what I know,
Because he told me so,
Now we know what there is to know.
But, don't tell a soul what we both know,
It's still a secret you know.

[deldaisy]

Love it Tiff... had to read it a few times... its late here.
Brilliant.
Can almost hear the whispering, the sidelong glances to see if anyone else is listening.

[meerkat]

Nice one Tiff, that will have to do the rounds on the e-mails!

[deldaisy]

Perfectly suited to Tony's Secret Santa ummm Hogswatch thread

[Tiffany]

Thanks, Guys. I wrote that after hearing a conversation in a flea market. I was eavesdropping on gossip.

[Batty]

Tonight whilst lying in my bed
I heard a monster nearby
'Snort!' It went, as I cowed in fear
I couldn't sleep - How could I?
'Snort!' and 'Sniffle. Cough!' and 'Spit!'
How monstrously it sounded.
I shrank beneath the sheets in dread
As down the hall feet pounded.
It's coming close! It's entering!
The door swung open quickly.
'I've got Man-Flu!' It coughed aloud,
'I'm feeling really sickly!'
'GO BACK TO BED!' I yelled at him,
'Your germs are quickly spreading!
I have to cook and clean and work -
So catching Flu - I'm dreading!'
He stumbled back, dissatisfied,
- I wasn't sympathetic.
I hadn't praised his brush with Death
- A fight - Supreme and Epic!!