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InfinityDragon
04-07-2005, 11:26 PM
This all arrose when Alte IM'ed me asking me what I thought of a poem he did. It wasen't my cup of tea. However, he thought that when I didn't immediatly like HIS poem, it must have meant that I hate ALL poetry.

Couldn't be further from the truth. So I sat down and wrote a poem off the top of my head, and posted it at the Mag in direct competition to HIS poetry thread. I garnered a few fans. So here is a sampleing of some of the first poems I did in that thread. (I got more, but this is ALOT.)

"Ghosts"
Destitute souls Pander
Through the night filander
Seeking sights and sound
Which for they, can't be found

Eyeless, earless
Mindless, Fearless
Alas, they possess neather
Guiseless, tearless
Timeless, Yearless
No breath for them, no breather

Etherial wisps
tricks of light
your vision tips
out of sight

With purpose innate
What they seek is rest and closure
To embrace their fate
With Poise, Grace and composure

Purgatory's yawning void
is from whence they deployed
To wither and fret
for another hour yet
For their time upon the mortal stage
Ended without freedom, but encaged

Dream for these translucent specters
That the my find their proper vectors
To exit, finally, in their own way
the weary work of life's long day

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"headgames"
Sorrowful tears of dread
well up from my eyes
and fall down upon my bed.
It's not easy for us guys
when you ladies play games
and mess with our heads.
You bestow playful nicknames
and mess up our beds.
Have mercy on our psyci
Because we have feelings too
Now just think how it would be
If we did that stuff to you.

Headgames are simply old hat
ragged and overused.
But you don't seem to know that.
And so I sit abused.
Curled up in a corner
I shudder in the dark
In my mind I wonder
If love's to much work.
What sadistic fun you derive
from the pain that makes me wince,
you know I won't survive
unless I become your prince.

Oh, how you have your steely grips
planted firmly on my soul;
You pull me foward to kiss your lips!
It is you that makes me whole.
Why did the cruel fates conspire this weakness
that rends hard upon my mind?
Why allow such stinging pain and madness
that in my chest I find?
All for the sake of your amusment
I submit myself to thee.
I bow down before thy pediment
sunk down upon one knee.

Can't you see the devotions
that burn brightly just for you?
I keep them lit with the notions
that yes, you love me too.
Why else would I have agreed
to be a pawn at your disposal?
To sweat and cry and bleed
If it be your whimful proposal.
Laugh hard at my expense.
Stab me in the back.
You know that it's defence,
against your will I lack.

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“telling it to Alte”
Alty thinks I hate the verse.
Too bad that all his words are terse!
Rhyming's easy cant you see?
Timing's a snap just watch me!
The hard part, my dear Alt o eck o,
Is finding the right words to let go.
I can pump out poems with uneaqualed ease
While you have taken two years, you got a desase?
What makes you mind languish so?
What is the topic that you dont know?
I must say that you have been quite proliffic,
But I think half your poems aren't that terrific.
People coo and aww and pet your ego
seem that niceness is all that you know.
Don't get me wrong, you are a great guy,
but if I said I liked your poems, it'd be a lie.

“challenger”
Arrived has he,
the challenger to the throne.
Supprised to be
Is the king that's overthrown
Can he last another hour?
is his will reserved?
Or will his luck turn sour,
his throne not preserved?
Truth be told there can be two
Still the decission's up to you:
Who is the better one?
The battle's just begun...


“Alte thinks I hate poetry”
So, you think I hate poetry
How very sad for you
I indeed enjoy it very much
just not the poems you do.

It's not that your's are bad, you see
They are your babies; I understand
But they have no deep meaning for me
As they obviously do for you

So don't be angry, please don't huff
For other people are fans of thine
So take that as solace, and please know
That more like yours, than like mine.

I say this in a poem to prove
That what you think is falicy
Yet with every line, I must conclude
That Alte thinks I hate poetry.

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"bad review"
Down the hole and round the tree
Let's play a @#%$ up RPG
It's where all the gnomes have tails
and there's no wind for your sails
The swords are flimsy
and full of whimsy
The magic is broke
Till you take a toke
The Inn is full of drunks and whores
All come back from fighting wars
Your quest is a bit sketchy, but then, you are too
Your partys' a guy that stretchy, and one that's blue.
you all have candels and little else,
Now you fight a giant elf!
Confused yet? you ought to be
We played it too, and so are we.

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"Sing the verse of love" (sonnet, song)
When you sing of love de-vine,
Could you sing a verse for me?
Cause' I'm lonely at this time,
And with you is where I'd like to be.

Sing the verse of love!
Set it free like the dove!
Let my heart be un-chained
And join with yours' again!

Sing to me your verse of love,
Fill it with boun-ty and count-less dreams;
Sing it so I can thank the lord above
That with you I can share lifes things.

Sing the verse of love!
Set it loose for stars above!
I will sing it with you one day.
At least I hope, at least I pray.

And to all those who say our love won't last
I say that their ig-nor-ance must be vast
To think that way must be one sorr-y state,
Better change your view, re-e-val-u-ate.
Cause to-ge-ther we
Sing in har-mo-ny
the song that can't be sung enough
That is why we sing the verse of love.

Sing the verse of love!
Set it free like the dove!
Let my heart be un-chained
And join with yours' again!

Yeah, Sing that song complete!
Sing it for the angels!
Sing it forever.
And sing it for me.

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"lonelyness"
I heard a man today tell another he knew
About some guy that both were real good friends of.
He banntered on about some crap party he threw
And how some argument came to push and shove.
They laughed into their golden beers
Tosted up, clinked the bottles, with cheers.
Sometimes I think, with deep annoyance
about how my chance at that life was stolen.
I wanted to have those days of defyance
To share with friends a lip that's swollen.
Instead fate granted me solotude.
How inconsiderate, how RUDE!
I never tryed to keep in touch with my accquantances
I never really thought of any one as "friends"
I only commune with those whom I share circumstances
I only want stability to set in again.
The actors that grace my life
Are the ones that twist the knife.
Everyday I see all the happy faces
Whose network stretches out among the crowd.
Sometimes I want to take their places;
To share with others that which makes me proud.
Oh, but I have yet to behold
People who share my secrets untold.
Untill that day arrives I'll sit in darkened lonelyness
Wraped up in my mental shell, warry of those olive branches
Offered by those with insincere friendlyness
Whose motives are suspicious, and lead me in false dances
Oh why am I so paranoid?
Why act like I'm on celluloid?
I'm so lonely, and I just want a click
A bunch of people just like me
A group of buds with which I'd stick
I want, I want! Cant you see!?
But I'm afraid to ask. I don't like hurt.
I don't want the strain, or the work.
I'll cry my self to sleep agian tonight
I'll see what tomarrow throws my way
I'll lie to myself and say it will be alright
I'll open my eyes to that new day.
But there'll be no satisfaction in it for me
Because I'll still be that one guy that's lonely.

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"Stellar Collision"
Guide me to your love,
Past the pillars of locomoton.
Surrender your mind above,
So I may carress your emotion.

The slim outline welcomes my attention.
The downy span of your wings embraces me.
Their gentle grasp ensures my assention.
An angels glowing face is what I see.

See the auburn waterfall;
Its shimmering waters cascade so effortlessly
Down upon the arched wall,
That towers above my head, far as I can see.

Soon the glorious finale
Will enclose our little world.
Together, you and me,
Will feel a release unfurled.

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"Burning Embers" (song)
Other's have their doubts
About you and me.
They misjudge the amounts
Of love that we share.
Yet, they live their lives
And they do not see
That true love survives
When fire's not there.

Our burning embers last longer
Than a wild raging fire
I pledge, my heart will not wander
To fan the flames of desire.

Why should I leave
Just 'cause the fire's died down?
Let others beleive
That flames are the way.
Coals are much better
From them diamonds are grown
Yes fire is hotter,
But lasts only a day.

(Oh, but baby,)
Our burning embers'll last longer
Than a wild raging fire
I pledge, my heart will not wander
To fan our flames of desire.

When the fire goes out
All you get is much colder
But our coals are about
The heat left inside
Cause our coals can be kindled
When we start getting older
Yeah, our love will not dwindle
From either our lives.

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"make tracks"
I've been busy with @#%$
So leave me alone
Don't bother me with it
Just hurry on home
I really don't care what you want
Just let me be
If I am here, pretend that I'm not.
Just imaginary.
Peddle yourself elsewhere
This is my spot
Why must you stand there?
How 'bout you not?
Get out of my face
And just go away
Please learn your place
Dont stand there all day
I have little time for you
nor patience in hand
Listen up you fool
In your head, is there sand?
Show me some apttitude
For getting lost
Sure I could be a cool dude
but just take off.

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"Cuhlduh"
I slept in a tent
With only one blanket
Frosty wind was sent
To try and yank it.
It did not succeed
Though it's effort was valiant
But still, it did leave
A friend most repugnant
Ith starthed with soreness
On the back of my throat
Ith progresthed, more'r'less
And ith's effects did bloat
Now a nose thath dusth dlips
A cougth thath won'th end
Aund clacks upon lipth
Aluh duh margths oth dyour flend.
Thomethimes I lill fee-ul bether
Aund thomethimes U'm wuze
Buh ath muh nothe glowth wetthuh
Duh efflects get leth tuhse.
Wulg duhy muh nothe will beh dry
Aund duh hagging will thhop
Now uh fill lyg uh'll die
duhth gib meh duh cohb drop.

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"The Missing Floyd"
(for Ika)
Is it true, my dear boy?
Did you think the worm would let go?
Did you think you'd let the world know,
About your wall, so very high?
Could you handle your derisions?
Please, let me handle your dicissions.
Please don't try to think
Just let the worm do it's work
That's it my dear pink,
Just a little prick, and a squirt.

You were missing tonight
But we knew where you were
So very quiet; not a stir,
You were with the worm, right?
Your bricks are adding up, Pink.
Don't worry though. Here, have a drink.
Please don't try to think
Just let the worm do it's work
That's it my dear pink,
Just a little prick, and a squirt

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"A little"
Dream a little dream
Think a little thought
Speak a little word
And make a little spot
In your heart.

Show you care to
The man you love
Give him happieness
And a big peice of
your heart


Take a little bit
And give a little more
Share a little peice
And save a little for
Your heart.

It takes more than
A passing glance
Stick with her and
Give her a chance
At your heart

Crack a little smile
And wear a little dress
Dance a little dance
And make a little mess
In your heart

You should take the
Road less traveled by
Walk hand in hand
And side by side
In your hearts

Love a little man
And get a little love
Have a little life
And give a little of
Your heart.

See the ones who
Are lonley still
Don't heasitate
With love please fill
their hearts

Dream a little dream
And sing a little song
Have a little joy
And spread a little on
To your heart.
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I'll post more later.

altoecko
04-08-2005, 01:56 AM
I said you hate all poetry because I showed you E.E. Cummings, Robert Frost, Paul Lawrence Dunbar, and countless other poets poems, and you didn't like a single one.

Denmo
04-08-2005, 02:28 AM
You thought Alto wrote one of Robert Frost's poems? Did you even read it?!

altoecko
04-08-2005, 02:30 AM
Thanks for the kind words.

John Mora
04-08-2005, 02:35 AM
I dunno. Robert Frost is a very famous poet.

altoecko
04-08-2005, 02:36 AM
Yeah but he didn't mean it that way and you know it. Acctually, despite what you all think, I'm going to Standford this summer for a Creative Writing class. They invtied me because they read some of my poetry.

John Mora
04-08-2005, 02:42 AM
Yeah but he didn't mean it that way and you know it.
Actually, I can't jump inside Denethor's head and know that for sure. Can you? If so, ignore this post.

Split Infinity
04-08-2005, 04:31 AM
Staffmaster, poetry isn't about rhyming =\. Your poems seem fake and therefore have little meaning. The point of poetry(to me, atleast) is the baring of your neck to the world.

I for one love Alto's poetry. It may not contain the vocabulary of the gods, but if I'm honest, it's a lot better than yours, because he displays emotions that he feels =\.

Good job Altoecko, I hope you do well.

Czechs Mex
04-08-2005, 04:32 AM
Psst. It's "Stanford."

And I think Den knows where he was going with that. If you're having trouble getting it, ask him and he'll probably tell you.

Riotsword
04-08-2005, 04:36 AM
Staffy, I love how the overall sound of "Cuhlduh" degenerates into what a person sounds like when they have a cold. Nice job! :thumbs

InfinityDragon
04-08-2005, 05:29 AM
I said you hate all poetry because I showed you E.E. Cummings, Robert Frost, Paul Lawrence Dunbar, and countless other poets poems, and you didn't like a single one.

And you didn't think to let me know this? Not being a fan of something and flat out disliking it are two different animals dear Alte. "OMG I didn't memorize the masters works, for shame on me!!111!0ne!!1omg!"

Man, If I could be able to verrify that would, I'd have you recite FROM MEMORY the SIXTH poem Mya Angilou wrote in 1973. (said not knowing how many poemes Mya wrote in 1973...if at all.) Point is I doubt that you could recoggonize that sort of thing if you just had it flashed in front of you. It'd sort of be like name that rap tune when all you listen to is classic rock.*

besides, I thought we got over this. I'm just telling them what caused me to write the poems, not accuse you of bad poetry.

Staffmaster, poetry isn't about rhyming
Poetry that doesn't rhyme (with the exception of haiku) is just an excuse for a talentless hack to jot down his thoughts. Rhyming takes SKILL. Rhyming in unexpected ways is a GIFT. "poetry isn't about rhyming..." pfssssst.




*ex. Name THIS poem and the poet.

Breath deep the gatering gloom
Watch lights fade from every room
Bedsetter people look back and lament
Another days useless energies spent
Passionate lovers wrestle as one.
Lonley man cries out for love but has none.
New mother picks up and suckkles her son.
seinor citizens wish they were young.
Oh cold hearted orb that rules the night,
That steals the colors from our sight,
Red is grey and yellow; white.
But we decide which is right,
And which is an illusion.
Pinprick holes in a colourless sky
Let insipid figures of light pass by.
The mighty light of ten thousand suns
Challenges infinity, and is soon gone.
Night-time: to some, a brief interlude,
To others the fear of solitude.
Brave Helios, wake up your steeds!
Brings the warmth the countryside needs.

Alzar
04-08-2005, 05:43 AM
Poetry that doesn't rhyme (with the exception of haiku) is just an excuse for a talentless hack to jot down his thoughts. Rhyming takes SKILL. Rhyming in unexpected ways is a GIFT. "poetry isn't about rhyming..." pfssssst..

Too bad she's just a figment of your imagination.

Riotsword
04-08-2005, 05:44 AM
This topic gives new meaning to the words "poetry slam". :lol

Eso Teric
04-08-2005, 05:49 AM
Poetry, isn't just matching words. If your not conveying a feeling or emotion, or, something, it's a bit of a waste. It's just a stack of words that have endings that sound the same. How trite is that. Is that poetry? No.

The_Real_Crunk
04-08-2005, 06:36 AM
I had to to study some poems in english class bakc in highschool. In one of the books nearly half the poems in it were by Rober Frost.

I didnt like any of them.

Kefka Jr.
04-08-2005, 12:56 PM
I'm in a creative writing class right now. We write and read eachother's poems. Your stuff is better than most of the stuff I've had to read.

And I used to think how you thought about rhyming, but really, it's not true.

Split Infinity
04-08-2005, 02:49 PM
Staffmaster. Nobody asked you to memorize who's poems are written by who. I haven't memorized any famous poems. In my opinion it's more important what the poem displays than who the poet is. Not that the poet is meaningless, I just find him/her less important than the actual display. Secondly, Poetry IS writing down thoughts. That's the entire POINT of poetry. To write down how you feel. It's fine to rhyme poetry, and even I do it. But the point of poetry is to, as metaphorically and yet as accurately as you possibly can, describe how you are feeling or what's wrong with the world. Or possibly what's right with the world. Or display how somebody else feels, using empathetic value.

Big Rick Cook
04-08-2005, 03:32 PM
The Slitheridee, he came out of the sea, he got all the others, but he didn't eat me.

The Slitheridee, he came out of the sea, he got all the others, but he didn't... *slurp*

InfinityDragon
04-09-2005, 01:44 AM
Sounds like Lewis Carol.

here is more.

"When it Rains, it Pours"
There once was a man who fed birds in the park.
He sat there, but not a bird would come near.
He would sit on his bench till way after dark
He continued to do this for many a year
Then one day, all the birds, they came down
As they swarmed about him, he was down on all fours
Ironic it was that in feathers he'd drowned.
I guess that's why they say...

(chorus)
When it rains, it pours
You think you got none
But then you get more
When it rains, It pours
fallin' down on you son
Are this life's rewards.

Now, can you see the young boy without any friends?
How he sits all alone in history class?
How he's got no one else on which to depend?
In all of the games he is always picked last.
Imagine his shock when, a story he wrote
Was read and embraced, and was greatly adored
Now his fame is so great, his house has a moat.
'Suppose that's why they say...

(chorus)

The homeless woman pushes her cart in the street
She wants a warm place to wrap up for the night
With junkies and bums is the place that she'll sleep
She cries because nothing she does ever works right.
but as she was gathering discarded cans
She was visited by the most increddible score
A bottle cap that won her six million clams!
And so, that's why they say...

(chorus)
I guess that's why they say,
Suppose that's why they say,
And so, that's why they say,
(chorus)

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"Now HERE'S a Proposal..."

Oh....Should I write another love song?
It seems like such a task
What hasn't been said about love strong?
This is what I will ask.
Should it compare thee to the summer days?
Or maybe a dellicate flower
Upon which I will pick to count the ways
I love you hour after hour
Should it say your eyes are deep, limpid pools
That into I shall gaze?
Writing such syrpy tripe is best left for fools.
I compose better ways.
Should I expound upon your silky raven hair
And how it seems to play
When your angelic danceing twirls it through the air
Flying in every way
Shall I use my imagery to describe desire?
To make you flash a grin
Because you know inside I have a raging fire
That I want quelled again.
I think its a bother to say the same old thing,
So what else could there be,
Except the questions: Please, will you take this, my ring?
And: Will you marry me!?
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"Cry not for the Fallen"
I see the soldiers marching off to war
I can't help but think that they deserve more
Better lives of opportunity
Time spent with the family
Instead of all this hipocricy

But they simply shrug their shoulders and they sigh.
They do not see their place in asking why.
They prove their endless bravery
In a place they shouldn't be
They close their eyes and they see

Sweet memories of their small towns and homes
Sweet wives and kids they left behind, all alone
How long must we tread this course
Will we learn not to use force
That these wars are not a sport

Cry not for the fallen, for they know not pain
Cry not for the nameless, for they need no name
And Cry not for your soldier, you'll meet in heaven again

The day grows late and I've become quite weary
Time to wrap up this letter before I get all teary
Oh P.S. I forgot to say
how many more have died today
I wish there was a better way

Put the note in the envolope to send
Here's to hoping your broken heart to mend
Now you lay me down to sleep
And open always one eye keep
For the enemy will always creep

Anxiety is no way to spend the nights
It's better to hold your beloved ones tight
And please shed only tears of joy
When you hold your new baby boy
A shame you've been redeployed

Cry not for the fallen, for they know not pain
Cry not for the nameless, for they need no name
And Cry not for your soldier, you'll meet in heaven again
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GRAB BAG #1

"Insomnia"
So again the day has ended
And I sit here fighting sleep
My consious is defended
From those damn counting sheep

"Bees"
Oh look! It is a bee!
Would not you like
To be a bee,
And sting folks with your spike?

"long night watch"
I live in a library
But I don't read any of the books
No, at night it's not scary
I defend the place from crooks.

"A little drastic"
If your heart doth hurt you so
Then why not cut it out?
Hence: The pain, you will not know
From the woman's lustful pout.

"Ow."
Aren't you a such clever little boy
Aren't you so very keen
To have planted your sharpened little toy
Quite firmly in my spleen.

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"Beloved Ballad"

Every moment I
Dream of you and me
Every moment I
Can not be with thee
Is a tourture I
can hardly understand

So please come to me
And lets join our souls
So please come to me
Cause in your arms you hold
Something dear to me
It's my love oh so grand

So don't run away dear
There is nothing to fear
From my love or my heart
For pleasing you is my art

Let me touch your face
Oh so soft and warm
Let me touch your face
I won't bring you harm
This ain't no scary place
So baby don't you fear

I won't let you go
Because you are the one
I won't let you go
For we are not done
Just want to let you know
you needn't shed a tear

So I'll be back my love
I swear on heaven above
That I will not forget
The smell of your sweet sweat

I will promise you
That my love is true
I will promise you
Everything I do
That all of it is for you
And I won't sleep till you're mine

Let me be with you
In this sacred place
Let me be with you
And gaze in your face
Yes, you feel it too
The taste of kisses sweet as wine

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I'm your love dear.
(remember that)"

note: this song is more slow jazz/blues than my others. Try to immagine Nora Jones singing it.

Don't stay away
Come back again
Make me a brighter day
And Let me see your grin

I know you have your places to be
But please come and spend time with me
I'm your love dear, remember that.

Don't run so far
That I won't find
Your brillant shining star
Up high above, in the sky

I know that it's late and you have tired
But you make me so inspired
I'm your love dear, remember that

(interlude)

The rage of time
Won't matter much
Because with you I am sublime
I won't stray from your touch

So when the years have stollen all our youth
I want you to know one simple truth
I'm your love dear, remember that.

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"Seven from the Devil"

The devil's always trying
to make me do something strange
He claims that he's the master
Of damn near everythang

But I wont buy it, cause'
That bastard's wrong, you'll see,
For when that dust, it settles
All that'll be left is Me

Boy that Devil sure is feisty
He gave me all his due
He thinks that he is nasty...
but now that boy is through

(hoooo-UMMM)

So he came out a'swingin
An' I tell ya, i'twas no use
I was made of tougher stuff
and took all that abuse

I fought back with equal force;
made the old dog fume an pout,
When I landed just one blow
And damn near knocked him out

Boy that devils fiesty,
He fights with fire tis true
but when he picks a fight with me...
I'll turn 'im black and blue.

(hooo-UMMM)

Still he held on
Allbeit by a thread
He looked up at me and screached
"I wont stop untill yer dead!"

And with that the devil straigtend up
And through me out the door
"You may have won the battle,
But I will win this war!"

Boy that devil's feisty
he pushed me to the ground
But I'll get up and you'll see...
Me last another round

(hooo-UMMM!!!)

"Mr. Devil sir, you think you've won,
But I'm still here my friend
I won't be stoppin eather
And I will win the end!"

Oh that ****ed him off somethin feairce
"here m'boy look at this!"
He growled as he hit the ground
And realeased his deamoness!

Boy that devil's feisty
He temped me with lust
But I was strong, and stood my ground...
I'll fight a woman if i must.

(HOOO-UMMM!!!!)

The she demon started dancein'
She tried to steal my soul
by enticing me to screw 'er
In every sinfull hole

But I was chaste
And smacked 'er down
back to the fir'y depths
Where her skin would brown

Oh that devil's feisty
He played a dirty trick
But when I beat his girlish lackey...
I swear it made him sick

(HOOOO-UMMM!!!!)

"If that's yer best I laugh at you!"
I yelled and grabbed my sides
"Oh yeah," He said "you may've beatten lust
But lets see you take on PRIDE"

So the Devil made me famous
Where ever I would go
The folks all gathered round me
Like some two bit picture show

Boy that Devils feisty
He showerd me with praise
Too bad it wouldn't work on me...
I'd been humble all my days

(HOO-UMMM)

Well you can bet the devil
Was plenty sore after that
He tried to give me envy
But i swatted 'im like a gnat

Next He tried some greed
But I've always gotten by
I don't need his bloody money
I'm a simple kind of guy

Boy the devil's feisty
He's taunting me with sin
But that's ok, I say bring it on...
with justice I will win

(HOOO-UMMMMM!!!!)

So the devil ran the gambit
From sloth to gluttony
But I stood up an stood my ground
And beat that litany

"I did my best boy," the Devil cried
Accross the battlefeild
"But I'll be back for your soul again,
Once my all my wounds are healed!"

OH that devils feisty
He'll sure be back again
But you better bet that I'll be ready...
Next I see his evil grin!

_______________________________________________________________________________

"Through your hard life"

When the sun comes up
I'm getting up with it
I pour myself a cup
And then get on with it
Now, it's a hard life that I've had
Slaveing at work each day
But I'll admitt that it's not all that bad
Cause others have a harder way

I will think of them
When my feet are tired
And I'll belive again
When I'm down and mired
Cause it's the soul of the american dream
That keeps on chugging strong
While the man keeps busting all his tailored seams
I know that you'll sing allong

Keep on going my friend
Through your hard life
Keep on going right to the end.
Pay no mind to the rich guys
If they keep you down, rise on up again

The world is changing
But what am I to do
Can't go on blaming
Those that push us through
I guess I should be quite grateful
For all that I've gotten
And I'm happy that I'm still not hateful
Of those whose apple has rotten

Keep on keeping on
remember to stand tall
when you greet the dawn
In spite of it all
It is you who will win the day
Take your hits on your chin
And still manage to find victory anyway
Then go on to bring it in

Keep on going my friend
Through your hard life
Keep on going right to the end.
Pay no mind to the rich guys
If they keep you down, rise on up again

Now don't lose hope
and dont loose faith
We will steady our boat
In a sea of hate

And we'll see our dreams
Come to fruittion soon
A bit faster than it seemed
they should have bloomed
But I won't question our good fortune
For it is a fleeting thing
That we must not sqander or doom
Instead we should be awaking

When the sun comes up
and steals my dreams away
I should feel well enough
to head off to work today
And I'll work hard at what I do
I'll find the strenth to carry on
I'll toil hard till my long day is through
And afterwards I'll sing this song

Keep on going my friend
Through your hard life
Keep on going right to the end.
Pay no mind to the rich guys
If they keep you down, rise on up again

(Just)
Keep on going my friend
Through your hard life
Keep on going right to the end.
Pay no mind to the rich guys
If they keep you down, rise on up again

Keep on going my friend
through your hard life

Keep on going on and on
though your hard life

If it's hard sing this song
through your hard life

Keep on going my friend
through your hard life...

________________________________________________________________________________

"Are you a brat?"

Seems to me, you want more than what you get
Seems to me, that you are just fed up with it
Are you a brat?
Could you see, all the troubles in the world
Could you see, past all your mother-of-pearl
Are you a brat?
So you get wined and dined every day
What do you say?
Certainly not "pretty please" or "thank you"
you know it's true

Are you a brat?
Can you tell me?
Are you a brat?
Are you prissy?
That's what I wanna know...

Are your people, going to call you today?
Are your people, going to get out of your way?
Are you a brat?
With all your money, will you buy happiness
With all your money, can you find some solace
Are you a brat?
go on your quest for little shiny coccle shells
but baby, will they sell?
Take some more of the vailum for your lifeache
how much do you make?

Are you a brat?
Can you tell me?
Are you a brat?
Are you prissy?
That's what I wanna know...

So my lovely bratty one
is it worth all you have done
Did you justify all of your ends
Did you see just how far law would bend
Are you all that? And...

Are you a brat?
Can you tell me?
Are you a brat?
Are you prissy?
That's what I wanna know...

_______________________________________________________________________________

"What Lays Beyond Paradise"

What do you see?
When you close your eyes
For the last time?
What can it be;
I don't want a surprise
When I flat line.

Some say it's God, and some say its avarice.
But I want the truth, something more precise.
What is there at the end?
What can you tell me you see?
I'll lean in closer my friend
So that you can whisper to me.
Oh, tell me the secrets of life,
And what lays beyond paradise.

I see you there
Dressed up to the nines
With flowers around
They've combed your hair
And now they all stand in lines
For your secrets abound

Tell your secrets to me, and I will not tell.
Is it a column of souls or is it the fires of hell?
What is there after time?
Is it pretty or is it ugly?
Tell me, how long is the line,
To the land of milk and honey
Please tell me that there is no strife
In what lays beyond paradise.

Whisper silently to me
And reveal all the wonders
That fill your days.
I can not be
There when you’re six feet under
And on your way.

I will shed my tears like everyone else.
I'll morn too, but I wish I knew how you felt.
I'm scared to go there myself.
Tell me, should I be frightened?
I know that there is no wealth
I can take to be enlightened,
But I'm sure that it must be quite nice
In what lays beyond paradise.

______________________________________________________________________________

"Bling"
(yes, rap it)

Every word spoken in the world today
Is just one more line in life's endless play
If destiny's the writer and fate directs
Then we're all better actors than we suspect
Shakespear once said "all the world's a stage"
If that's true, then I'm the star; I've got it made.

Look at me, my lines are pretty;
Well rehearsed and very witty!
I use my lines to get A an' titty
I ain't shallow, it's you I pitty
Sitting there in your gehtto
Making you think that I'm your "bro"
But listen up G, I ain't your sibling
Just pay me for my songs so I can get BLING!

Sure I can weave a pretty verse
can say my friends drove off in a hearse
For sticking it up to the man
Say they hyjacked a Ling-can
Landed in the school of hard knocks
Shame that it's all a great big crock

Look at me, my lines are pretty;
Well rehearsed and very witty!
I use my lines to get A an' titty
I ain't shallow, it's you I pitty
You bought my records and payed my bills
but your just a fan, you aren't in my will
And I hate to break it, but homes, you can't sing,
So just buy my songs so I can get BLING!

______________________________________________________________________________

that's the last one I did. there are a couple I left over there because i'm not particularly proud of them, or the subject matter is...liberal.

Big Rick Cook
04-09-2005, 03:18 AM
The point I was making was that poems that rhyme just to rhyme often seem childish and not well thought out at all.

Split Infinity
04-09-2005, 03:31 AM
*applauds Fawlkins*

Riotsword
04-09-2005, 03:34 AM
The Slitheridee, he came out of the sea, he got all the others, but he didn't eat me.

The Slitheridee, he came out of the sea, he got all the others, but he didn't... *slurp*


I first read that in a collection of scary folklore stories when I was a little kid. Anyone read those? Weren't the charcoal drawings CREEPY?

Big Rick Cook
04-09-2005, 03:36 AM
The drawings were way creepier than the stories, which were almost all 'JUMP AND SCREAM AT YOUR FRIENDS AT THE END.'

The one with the girl who had a spider sack in her cheek and it exploded when she took a hot bath, the story wasn't creepy, but the drawing gave me nightmares for days.

Riotsword
04-09-2005, 03:39 AM
Dude, I hear you... that and the one about the ghost in the haunted house that had the priest help her exact revenge on her husband, who murdered her. That picture creeps me out to this day.

John Mora
04-09-2005, 03:44 AM
UGGGGGGH RICK, HOW COULD YOU REMIND ME OF THAT PICTURE

Anyways, what creeped me out in the old days was that story about the wendigo.

Eso Teric
04-09-2005, 03:47 AM
And don't forget the 'Hopping Woman'!

(way inside joke, who get's it!?)

Big Rick Cook
04-09-2005, 06:48 AM
We are the Pro-War Pavilion, after all.

Riotsword
04-09-2005, 07:07 AM
That Wendigo story was actually one of the few stories that had some kind of scare value to it. The rest were, as BRC said, lots of 'jump at your friends and scream' stories. There were a few others...

Like the story in the third book about the girl who vacationed with her mother in France, and then her mother got ill and she was sent to find the medicine. When she got back to the hotel she and her mother were staying at, the room had been changed and all of the people acted like they had never seen her before. In fact, her mother had already died of a form of the plague and there was a massive cover-up.

That one was freaky. Imagine that happening to you. Free-kay.

InfinityDragon
04-09-2005, 06:26 PM
Back on topic. (WTF were you all taking about anyway, I've never heard of that stuff)

Big Rick Cook
04-09-2005, 07:52 PM
It was a series of children's spook stories entitled 'Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark.' The stories were all pretty short, like one or two pages short, and a lot of them were accompanied by creepy charcoal drawings. I feel confident saying there were only three books in the series, because my brother has the 'Scary Stories Treasury,' and it only compiles three books.

Side note, my brother accidentally stole this book a couple months ago from Hastings.

Great fun for youngsters during sleepovers, and probably for drunk people, too. Never tried it while drunk.

Uh... yeah. Get back on topic now.

I don't like your poems that much. Sure, they rhyme in 'interesting and unique ways,' but that's all they've got going for them. And it's riddled with spelling errors.

Ryner
04-09-2005, 08:04 PM
Dude, I remember those books! There was one about a portal under a bed, and this kids kitten went in there, and then came back later and he was all evil and talking. I remember feeling bad for the kitty.

Kefka Jr.
04-09-2005, 08:49 PM
DAMN, I remember that book now! There was some kind of alien or something that looked like the pizza monsters from Ninja Turtles. Which is weird, 'cause THOSE monsters just looked like xenomorphs.

Big Rick Cook
04-09-2005, 09:28 PM
I just looked through the entire book, and I couldn't find a story about a cat and a portal like the one you mentioned, Ryner.

I also couldn't find any pictures of xenomorph-like aliens, Kefka.

Kefka Jr.
04-09-2005, 10:25 PM
Well, I'm sure I added a lot to the picture in my memory. I do that a lot.

Big Rick Cook
04-09-2005, 11:05 PM
What a fun imagination.

Valkysas
04-09-2005, 11:10 PM
back on topic, or I give out a ton of ban warnings.

altoecko
04-10-2005, 01:03 AM
Staff I've read your poetry for a long time ever since you "defiantly" made your topic in Creativity +++. Never really liked your poems all that much because you almost ALWAYS force the ryhme. Poems aren't about ryhming, they're about flowing. Make a poem that rolls of the tounge when someone reads it aloud and you've got yourself a masterpiece. What you have so far is far too forcing on the ryhmes. More than a few poems made me cringe because you blatantly just ryhmed the word to ryhme it. Make your poems flow man, not ryhme.

Czechs Mex
04-10-2005, 01:34 AM
I think this is an appropriate time to post the worst lyrics I've ever heard in my life.



I ain’t trying to rush nothing
cuz I aint russian

...

I cant think cuz your on my mind
and when your on my mind I cant find
anything that rhymes with the word rhyme
so I gotta rhyme rhyme with mixture

and speaking of mixture
with you I wanna be mixed up



...and so on. Forced rhyming at its finest.

Riotsword
04-10-2005, 03:06 AM
Ugh. That was so bad my eyes melted.

Kefka Jr.
04-10-2005, 11:59 AM
--I cant find
anything that rhymes with the word rhyme
so I gotta rhyme rhyme with mixture
:lol!! But that's ingenius!

InfinityDragon
04-12-2005, 03:41 AM
well when you considder that I would sit town and write a poem/song in the quick reply box in about 20 min to 2 hours usualy when I was pretty tired already, I think a few spelling errors are to be expected. (also some were intentional, put there to make you read the poem with the propper inflection)

Magik
04-12-2005, 05:34 PM
Everyone makes spelling mistakes, it's true. I'm certainly guilty of it myself... but it's always a good idea to proofread.

Purposefully spelling things incorrectly so that they will be pronounced a certain way is annoying, even when used in dialogue.

highwind
04-12-2005, 09:14 PM
All poetry is useless crap.

altoecko
04-12-2005, 09:24 PM
Bite your tounge good sir!

Czechs Mex
04-12-2005, 09:53 PM
About as useless as music, movies, comics, drawing, writing, and any other form of artistic expression.

InfinityDragon
04-14-2005, 03:48 AM
All poetry is useless crap.
Now HE hates poetry.

highwind
04-15-2005, 12:16 PM
About as useless as music, movies, comics, drawing, writing, and any other form of artistic expression.

Nope. Didn't say that. Don't want to start a rant, either.

Big Rick Cook
04-15-2005, 05:24 PM
Highwind, don't you consider the lyrics you've written into your songs as poetry?

highwind
05-01-2005, 05:36 PM
I think most poetry professors will agree that song lyrics are not poetry.

InfinityDragon
05-03-2005, 11:54 PM
Then most of what I wrote is no longer defined as "poetry"

and song lyrics are too poetry. The word "song" comes from the middle english word "sonnet." And Shakespear's Sonnets are DEFENETLY poetry.