Understated Ur-Drakon The Almighty Doer of Stuff Posted November 13, 2012 Share Posted November 13, 2012 Wikipedia seems to imply he never really settled on any particular religious belief system, experimenting throughout his life. It says he finally decided to go with some obscure offshoot of Judaism shortly before his death, but given his history, who knows whether he would have changed his mind again had he lived longer. This is Wikipedia of course, so take that with a grain of salt, I suppose. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Easygoing Eyebeast VCH Posted November 14, 2012 Share Posted November 14, 2012 I wander about, In and out. Up and down And all around. I walk in sunshine I walk in rain, Over the mountains, Over the plains. I’ll travel ‘till my day is done Even in the scorching sun. For I am a wanderer, --And I shall wander. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Garrulous Glaahk The Reincarnated Baron von Steuben Posted November 15, 2012 Share Posted November 15, 2012 Roses are Red. Violets are blue. I look at your posts, the smell like poo. [Not Directed towards anyone] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Easygoing Eyebeast VCH Posted November 16, 2012 Share Posted November 16, 2012 Drip, drip The icicles grow Like fingers of glass all hung in a row They shimmer and shine Like a princess's crown; Then drip, drip, drip They all fall down. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Well-Actually War Trall Balladeer Posted November 16, 2012 Share Posted November 16, 2012 Mesmerizing, VCH. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Magnificent Ornk Aran Posted November 16, 2012 Share Posted November 16, 2012 Here's one by Alfred Tennyson I just remembered: The Kraken Below the thunders of the upper deep, Far far beneath in the abysmal sea, His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee About his shadowy sides: above him swell Huge sponges of millennial growth and height; And far away into the sickly light, From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. There hath he lain for ages and will lie Battering upon huge seaworms in his sleep, Until the latter fire shall heat the deep; Then once by men and angels to be seen, In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Understated Ur-Drakon The Almighty Doer of Stuff Posted November 16, 2012 Share Posted November 16, 2012 Nice poems, VCH! Nice to see something simple yet beautiful. I have a cousin, who as a child, drip drip drip, they all fell down and cracked his skull. He's alright though. In fact he finished walking home from school that day, not realizing the severity of his wound due to the cold. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Easygoing Eyebeast VCH Posted November 16, 2012 Share Posted November 16, 2012 Thank You, I appreciate your kind words. They are poems I found among my old school work. I guess at that time they gave us some kind of plan to follow. I have one about Wild horses too, but that's not on me at the moment. btw: Am I the only person that has kept every piece of school work from Kindergarten through university? haha Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Well-Actually War Trall Balladeer Posted November 16, 2012 Share Posted November 16, 2012 I tend to keep my writing and Spanish stuff but I've tossed more and more each time I go through it. Threw out all my math and spelling last time. Just didn't seem worth keeping around. I foresee eventually the writings will not seem worth it either. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Magnificent Ornk nikki. Posted November 16, 2012 Share Posted November 16, 2012 btw: Am I the only person that has kept every piece of school work from Kindergarten through university? haha I don't even have a copy of papers I've submitted THIS semester. I'll probably download the electronic copies sooner or later, but I'm in no rush. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Magnificent Ornk nikki. Posted November 17, 2012 Share Posted November 17, 2012 So I went ahead and spent a little time on Butterly Caged to try and make the meter more regular: Butterfly Caged In the purple hues of twilight Just outside her window frame Where she sat and saw the sun set On the darkened evening grass, Fell a feather from a sparrow Through the fading summer light, Tumbling ‘round with wild abandon She saw birds across the plains That edged on the distant fields That stretched out in all directions And around her lonely house. Sat below the calming starlight She leans out her window frame: Runs her fingers down the cool wood, Holds her hand into the night. Stillness moves, the air embraces; Wraps her fingers with its chill, Calling softly through her window Runs its breath throughout her hair, Past her cheek it slowly drifted, And around her darkened room, Then it blew back out the window Where she sat and watched the night. Aran 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Understated Ur-Drakon The Almighty Doer of Stuff Posted November 18, 2012 Share Posted November 18, 2012 I'm not sure what the difference is, Nikki, because I haven't compared it. It's just as good, if not better, however. I've uploaded every poem I've written for public viewing at my Poetry pages on my website. I've highlighted the poems I'm particularly proud of on those pages, although I like almost all of them. There's plenty to read there. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Easygoing Eyebeast VCH Posted November 20, 2012 Share Posted November 20, 2012 Stars wink and grin. Some are yellow some are white; Some are dull and some are bright. If I were blind would they still shine? Or would all such beauty be left behind? This doesn't follow any pattern, it's just something I wrote to pass some time. (Although I suppose stars aren't yellow, are they. haha) I suppose this isn't poetry, but what else am I going to do with it? Don’t quit before you’ve begun, Because as your life spins, Sometimes its in the mud, sometimes its in sun. But the wheel comes around; So wait for the wheel. Upon Mars. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Easygoing Eyebeast VCH Posted August 9, 2013 Share Posted August 9, 2013 It's OK to take time to decide but take too long and all paths close, more or less. I have a problem with this, sometimes. The clouds twist above and the road carries on. But just up ahead is a fork in your path. Should you go left or should you go right? Some are likely to choose nothing at all, and just sit in that place, looking left, looking right looking up, looking down. But mostly they just frown, and wait, and wait and wait and wait and wait. Others think themselves Smart, and choose neither, not left not right, but straight on ahead, they bash in a squiggling path. First a bit left then more to the right. Oops, lookout, one paths near out of sight. And on they will go ‘til the middle path (the Clever path) becomes harder and harder, and finally too hard at all. The brambles are too thick, the rocks to rocky, the mountains too high. Finally they decide, like everyone else, should i go left or should i go right? Except now it’s so late. Most trains have left stations, most busses have bussed, and they’re left with a road all full of dust. So should you go right, or should you go left? There’s no EASY answer, except to decide, and stick to that path ... at least for awhile. Don’t worry if it’s dark. don’t worry if it’s scary. don’t worry if it’s filled with monsters so hairy. For a trick i know: if you scramble and crawl and continue on far, what was one path becomes two, three, four, five, six, or maybe even more. Choose, don’t rush, but also don’t worry. One path leads to another and that to another until finally, when you look back from the high place you’re on, your footprints twirling and twisting make quite a mess across the valley below. But messes are fun and twisted things interesting. So look for awhile and see where you’ve been (don’t forget to smile), then look to the next high place and get on your way: turning left, turning right; turning in, turning out; going up, going down. Just get on your way. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Easygoing Eyebeast Goldengirl Posted August 12, 2013 Share Posted August 12, 2013 When I saw this thread had been revived, it was with a small sense of dread realizing I probably posted a sophomoric poem. Looking back, I'm content with the selection I made. Here's another. The astronomers were all baffled When all of a sudden the stars in the sky Just switched off one by one and for a while We made a game of it watching them die day by die As huge swathes of night become empty and we'd try To guess how much longer the rest would last Picking our favorite stars and betting against chance That they would survive this onslaught and for a while A lone star from the horsehead nebula was the only survivor And people prayed to it as their god but suddenly it too died The night sky that we had assumed so constant Seemed much less so just the planets of our solar system Wandering around in the darkness wondering Where their constant companions had gone The universe seemed a lot more cold and bleak And there was no question that we were alone In hushed galaxies and vacuous space The people were understandably miffed How could this be the case when the stars Had stood so long as points of continual clarity Inspiration throughout the generations and guide To sailors and landlocked dreamers History teachers pulled their hair out as they tried To teach countless children what an astrolabe was When their only conception of astral light was the Fuzzy representations on television and old tales Of constellations and how aliens might exist In what they knew to be an empty black void Certainly the ET fanatics saw their numbers shrink Until they too were seen as a peculiar cultural mania Along with the strange obsession that writers had With those lights that were once in the night Starless students peered at literature and wondered Why the authors couldn't be inspired by a lantern After all that was just burning gas as well Don't even get them started on Star Trek But poetry is so much than stars and my book Is written on the palette and I write with broad strokes Taking the objects and the locations and the faces And painting emotions and stories with them It's true that the stars have given me words As I've tried to rearrange constellations on the Milky Way And write words with the nuclear fusion and red dwarfs My poetry is in your smile and the little razors Both seem so big and so too are the moments I chose to Immortalize in color collages mixing pigments Even without the stars and their brightness I can express myself with boulders and hairs So what if the stars are now just imprints in Hollywood Symbols printed on flags and soon they may be Replaced with circles or pictures of the sun I've still seen more shooting stars than I ever thought That I would and when the last star the Sun Blinks out I'll be happy to rest just like the rest Of the stars with their plasma faded into chilled vapor Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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