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Re: The Poetry Thread
« Reply #330 on: September 08, 2018, 07:28:23 PM »
I like that! I had to look up "scumble" though...

Also, I'm curious - do tornados have an "eye of the storm"?
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Re: The Poetry Thread
« Reply #331 on: September 08, 2018, 07:31:23 PM »
I have a book called You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login, from 1909, that has some good stuff in it. Here's one that I like a lot:

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I especially like the first bit:

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One of the Down and Out — that’s me. Stare at me well, ay, stare!
 Stare and shrink — say! you wouldn’t think that I was a millionaire.
 Look at my face, it’s crimped and gouged — one of them death-mask things;
 Don’t seem the sort of man, do I, as might be the pal of kings?
 Slouching along in smelly rags, a bleary-eyed, no-good bum;
 A knight of the hollow needle, pard, spewed from the sodden slum.
 Look me all over from head to foot; how much would you think I was worth?
 A dollar? a dime? a nickel? Why, I’m the wealthiest man on earth.
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Re: The Poetry Thread
« Reply #332 on: September 08, 2018, 07:50:31 PM »
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I like that! I had to look up "scumble" though...

Also, I'm curious - do tornados have an "eye of the storm"?

As I understand it; yes, technically. But I could be mistaken.
If I am, I guess I might have to change it to hurricane. Though tornado sounded better to me :D
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Re: The Poetry Thread
« Reply #333 on: September 08, 2018, 11:16:28 PM »
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I like that! I had to look up "scumble" though...

Also, I'm curious - do tornados have an "eye of the storm"?

Technically tornadoes aren't like hurricanes.  Hurricanes can have a calm eye, and they spawn tornadoes and water spouts.  There is no calm in the middle of a tornado.  The final scene in Twister, showed an eye, but that is meteorological license.

Metaphorically, eye of the storm, isn't a good thing, if you are in a sailing ship.  If you survived the hurricane to get to the eye, then you are only half way out ;-(
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Re: The Poetry Thread
« Reply #334 on: September 12, 2018, 04:42:22 AM »
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As I understand it; yes, technically. But I could be mistaken.
If I am, I guess I might have to change it to hurricane. Though tornado sounded better to me :D

Tornados have an "eye" like hurricanes, but very small. 
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Offline Baruch

Re: The Poetry Thread
« Reply #335 on: September 12, 2018, 09:44:07 PM »
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Tornados have an "eye" like hurricanes, but very small.

Measure one yourself, and I will believe you ;-)
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Re: The Poetry Thread
« Reply #336 on: October 10, 2018, 06:06:17 AM »
The church

Come breathe holy air on this graveyard of dreams,
forlorn sanctuary now hidden amongst clouds of mist,
where better people than us prayed for mere gleams
Of a world after Lucifer’s and the King of Kings’ tryst.

When not even winds dare whisper the hyms they sang
the bricks and mortar of this vestige crumble in silence.
I can naught but dream of reaching another with a bang
by ringing the scarred steeple’s bronze bells in defiance.

Is there life left in this fallen flesh and these buried bones?
Is someone marching blindly through these banks, hoping still?
I suppose to know; I must brave and climb these rotten stones.
And yet I’m cold and tired and wet, and I don’t know if I will.
« Last Edit: October 10, 2018, 07:06:15 AM by Mr.Obvious »
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Offline Baruch

Re: The Poetry Thread
« Reply #337 on: October 10, 2018, 01:05:36 PM »
We are the product of the past, free will or not.  The past lives on, thru us.
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Offline Cavebear

Re: The Poetry Thread
« Reply #338 on: October 14, 2018, 08:41:16 AM »
Not serious poetry, but I've seen worse.  And it is my thoughts right now...

I wanna new car,
Without scratches and dents,
One that looks like it should,
That only cost a few  pence.

I wanna new car.
Electric would be good.
That could haul a small trailer
And a small boat too.

I wanna a new car,
13 years is quite long
Its starting to die,
And it won't be long.

I wanna new car,
Black was never right.
You can't see that car,
In the dead of night.

I wanna new car,
Another SUV.
The height gets me up
Over headlights, you see.

I wanna a new car,
For the pride, ya'll.
But it has to fit the garage
At my beck and call.

And the door's kinna small.

I wanna new car,
Without tech-stuff, ya know.
I don't call when driving,
And I know where I am.

I wanna new car,
One that keeps me alive,
And keeps me protected
In front or behind.

I wanna new car,
Hydrogen's good
But there ain't that stuff
In the neighborhood.

I wanna new car,
But maybe keep what I've got.
Get it detailed and painted,
Let mechanics fix it up.

I wanna a new car,
I could buy one you see.
But this one could last,
Another 10 years and three.
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Re: The Poetry Thread
« Reply #339 on: October 15, 2018, 09:10:11 AM »
Mold

Have you ever had corruption mocking you?
 There’s a patch of it growing inside my bath,
 cloaked as midnight begat from tainted tissue
 infecting and growing with cancerous wrath.

Others dare declare they cannot see it.
 Which above all else is most unfair.
 For no matter how much washing I did
 I still feel it spreading everywhere.

I scrub and scrub and scrub hours on end
 and use my tears to dilute the soap.
 I plunge open wounds into lemon scent
 and use the pain to help me cope.

It still infests my marmer, consuming all.
 The cleaning product bites into my skin
 There’s red smeared across the wall.
 And without flesh; fingers seem so thin.

The spores now root deep in my blood.
 With closed eyes they can’t be unseen.
 Underneath my skin I can feel them bud
 making me tear muscles to keep clean.

And if it weren’t for my frustration,
 I doubt I could still call myself sane.
 Only rage withstood the assimilation
 ever pumping through every vein.
« Last Edit: October 15, 2018, 09:12:10 AM by Mr.Obvious »
"If we have to go down, we go down together!"
- Your mum, requesting 69 last night.


 

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