Author Topic: The Poetry Thread  (Read 36149 times)

Offline Baruch

Re: The Poetry Thread
« Reply #315 on: November 20, 2017, 06:44:48 AM »
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The Undertow
Your tranquil waters offer no more solace,
 as I can’t help but ponder and wonder
 at this river of blood beneath the callus
 of where your heart was ripped asunder.
 I can’t fathom the leagues it must stretch
 and clad in darkness the fathoms below.
 Here I stand on the silver shore’s edge;
 captivated by the pull of your undertow.

You and I were carved from selfsame flesh
 so I feel  your muscles and know your bones.
 My body calls out to yours begging to thresh
 for I’m sure you can swim coated in stones.
 That kicking and thrashing I know you can.
 Struggle, I no longer wish to see you tranquil.
 Swim, you wonderful bastard, you fine man.
 Don’t you dare let those waters turn still.


My brother, a calm and quiet man, is getting a divorce. Told me last night. I feel powerless to do anything worthwhile. I'm going to try and be there for him as much as I can. But I don't know where to start.

You are still engaged, setting up a house as prenup?  Never been married before?

Yeah, the quiet ones ... the dangerous ones (I hope not).
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Offline Mr.Obvious

Re: The Poetry Thread
« Reply #316 on: November 20, 2017, 06:58:26 AM »
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You are still engaged, setting up a house as prenup?  Never been married before?

Yeah, the quiet ones ... the dangerous ones (I hope not).

Not engaged, but yes, we're renovating a house. Almost ready to move in. Two more months, I think, tops. Never married.

I don't think my brother is dangerous in any way... I just know he's suffering, though he doesn't want or know how to talk about it.
"Intention is no matter. Only consequence has true form."
- Spencer Porkensenson

Offline Baruch

Re: The Poetry Thread
« Reply #317 on: November 20, 2017, 06:45:16 PM »
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Not engaged, but yes, we're renovating a house. Almost ready to move in. Two more months, I think, tops. Never married.

I don't think my brother is dangerous in any way... I just know he's suffering, though he doesn't want or know how to talk about it.

This is why women are necessary.  They can do the talking for both sides of the couple ;-)
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Offline Mr.Obvious

Re: The Poetry Thread
« Reply #318 on: March 23, 2018, 12:25:59 PM »
Feed
Bare bone torn from the hands that beseech;
their skin ripped by the bloody mouth of the leech.
They are but pounds of flesh, red and raw meat,
a feast offered to the obese beast to feed it’s greed.

It’s flesh is weak and temptation runs within;
pumping through its veins like the original sin
whispering in its ears its self-centred narration
so it might save itself from its own salvation.

Continue to dine on the body of fellow man:
a meagre carcass provides like no god can.
For out there lie no heavens, except in the lies
of how humanity is born, lives and never dies.

Yet when the last one sits on a throne o’ bones,
hungering for more than everything that it owns;
shall it finally learn it can never grow whole?
For feasts of flesh and blood empty the soul.
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"Intention is no matter. Only consequence has true form."
- Spencer Porkensenson

Offline Cavebear

Re: The Poetry Thread
« Reply #319 on: March 23, 2018, 03:54:48 PM »
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Bare bone torn from the hands that beseech;
their skin ripped by the bloody mouth of the leech.
They are but pounds of flesh, red and raw meat,
a feast offered to the obese beast to feed it’s greed.

It’s flesh is weak and temptation runs within;
pumping through its veins like the original sin
whispering in its ears its self-centred narration
so it might save itself from its own salvation.

Continue to dine on the body of fellow man:
a meagre carcass provides like no god can.
For out there lie no heavens, except in the lies
of how humanity is born, lives and never dies.

Yet when the last one sits on a throne o’ bones,
hungering for more than everything that it owns;
shall it finally learn it can never grow whole?
For feasts of flesh and blood empty the soul.

I'm impressed!  I initially thought "but never dies" wasn't quite right, but realized it referred to "humanity" not individuals and our end as an intelligent adaptable species is not certain.

Very nice, and thank you.
Atheist born, atheist bred.  And when I die, atheist dead!

 

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