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Started by Solomon Zorn, September 15, 2013, 02:32:56 AM

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Solomon Zorn

Thanks, guys! I'm glad you enjoyed reading them.
If God Exists, Why Does He Pretend Not to Exist?
Poetry and Proverbs of the Uneducated Hick

http://www.solomonzorn.com

Cavebear

Deer standing in the street,
Frozen in headlights as we meet.

Hating the world that kill us crying,
Laying bleeding, broken, dying.

Struck by random bullets on the street,
Afraid of everyone we meet.

Syria's dead, the children dying,
None claim the cause someone is lying.

Sarin here, and bullets flying,
Starvation rules and Kings not flying.

Assad rules a broken land,
He does not find a mighty land.

But there will surely come a time,
When his life is not worth a dime.

In the survivors of this fight,
Who working hard do see the light.
Of the struggle there to get the right,
To sleep in peace in the warm dark night.

Who is the deer?







Atheist born, atheist bred.  And when I die, atheist dead!

Shiranu

In nostalgia, immortality.
"A little science distances you from God, but a lot of science brings you nearer to Him." - Louis Pasteur

Solomon Zorn

I just passed a sign, that says, "Cliff Ahead."

If God Exists, Why Does He Pretend Not to Exist?
Poetry and Proverbs of the Uneducated Hick

http://www.solomonzorn.com

Cavebear

I remember a Dilbert cartoon where he is driving through a roadwork area and sees a sign saying "End Roadwork".

And he thinks "There are protestors everywhere".   I love it when things are interpreted in more than one way.  Poems too.
Atheist born, atheist bred.  And when I die, atheist dead!

Shiranu

"Like pottery broken...

                        ...forever lost to the sands of time."
"A little science distances you from God, but a lot of science brings you nearer to Him." - Louis Pasteur

Cavebear

Quote from: Shiranu on July 18, 2017, 05:04:13 AM
"Like pottery broken...

                        ...forever lost to the sands of time."

Potteries get found beneath the sands sometimes...
Atheist born, atheist bred.  And when I die, atheist dead!

Solomon Zorn

If God Exists, Why Does He Pretend Not to Exist?
Poetry and Proverbs of the Uneducated Hick

http://www.solomonzorn.com

Mr.Obvious

#308
In memoriam

Omar Khayyan talked of how a hair divides what is false and true.
And in the wake of your despair, brother, I see that this you knew.
What realities did you travel? Between which worlds were you torn?
Which roads of dirt and gravel, in night’s illusions, left us to mourn?
Questions and concern too late, and by far too little for you now.
And ‘haps you couldn’t elaborate. If desired, would you know how?
But Solomon, to cut your hair’s length, like Samson of legends old,
To strip away, in his fashion, your strength, and to turn yourself cold...
But I know I cannot judge, oh Judge-King, only hope you rest deep and long,
as you so desired and left us here to sing, our own version of Solomon’s song.


Far from perfect. But... I don't know.
He will be missed.

"If we have to go down, we go down together!"
- Your mum, last night, requesting 69.

Atheist Mantis does not pray.

Deidre32

Here and There
(a poem by me that I wrote earlier tonight)

When I was there
I wanted to be here
And then, I thought about it
What was there that wasn't here?

My mind was here
My heart was there
If only the two could meet in the middle
I'd be happy if for but a day

Here is really no better than there
But, you can tell yourself almost anything
If you are escaping from here
To get to there

I like it here
It is real and precise
What I left back there, was not real
But it was nice

My heart can't stay there
It has to come here
And I'll watch over it
It doesn't need to be watched by him any longer

Whether I'm there or here
I've always been the watcher
Keeping me there
And waiting for me to come here

I like it here
I'm no longer there
I've come a long way
With a price to bear

But such is life
An endless journey
Filled with not enough here
And way too much... there
​
The only lasting beauty, is the beauty of the heart. - Rumi

Deidre32

Guess I'm in a writing mood this week. ^_^

Darkness and Light
(by me)

What is darkness, what is light
Can either one
Solve my plight?

I’ve played in the light
Running from the dark
Only to come back to
Reality, so stark

But, one soon learns
a very harsh truth
That reality offers risk
But, it also can soothe

Darkness and light
Can’t live alone
They need one another
For a soul to grow

But, darkness isn’t what we
Have been taught to believe
It’s not frightening nor ghoulish
It’s meant to relieve

The light can be blinding
If we get too close
It’s thought to be godly
But, who would really know?

Darkness and light
Two friends on a stroll
What we do with both
Will determine their toll

What you make of your life
Is all that there is
There is no cosmic genius
There is no Great Quiz

Face your demons
They are probably your creation
Shine the light on them
There’ll be no condemnation

Like a wild ride
Life twists and turns
Ride the darkness
And, don’t let the light burn

Behold who you are
Embrace your deepest self
Don’t worry too much
You will rest soon enough

Darkness and light
I’ve come to know both
I won’t run from either
For they are betrothed

So listen to my words
They can save you much pain
Don’t run from darkness
Celebrate its reign​
The only lasting beauty, is the beauty of the heart. - Rumi

Mr.Obvious

#311
I translated my favorite Folk-song from Dutch. I tried to stay true to the original meaning as well as the rhyme schematic and form.

At the shore of the Scheldt (Trans: Aan de oever van de Schelde.)

At the shore of the Scheldt, hidden in the reef
Was a young frog on ma's lap, struck with grief.
"See yonder." Spoke his mother. "Gaze at the stork over there.
't is the murderer of your father, ate him in a fight quite unfair."

"God damn it..." Said the little one.
"Has that bastard done this disgrace?
When I'm tall and strong, I shall hit him
right in his stupid face!"

Many years have since passed.
And the young one is no more.
But that old stork, his face
is still pretty sore.
"If we have to go down, we go down together!"
- Your mum, last night, requesting 69.

Atheist Mantis does not pray.

Cavebear

#312
Quote from: Deidre32 on August 04, 2017, 09:23:28 PM
Poem
Nice, a bit forced.  Keep trying.
Atheist born, atheist bred.  And when I die, atheist dead!

Baruch

Quote from: Cavebear on August 09, 2017, 05:21:16 AM
Nice, a bit forced.  Keep trying.

Yours is laconic and free form.  It could be verse ;-)
Ha’át’íísh baa naniná?
Azee’ Å,a’ish nanídį́į́h?
Táadoo ánít’iní.
What are you doing?
Are you taking any medications?
Don't do that.

Mr.Obvious

#314
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 stay 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.
"If we have to go down, we go down together!"
- Your mum, last night, requesting 69.

Atheist Mantis does not pray.