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Poetry Time

Poetry Time
June 26, 2012, 09:45:35 PM
THE GODLIKE.

NOBLE be man,
Helpful and good!
For that alone
Distinguisheth him
From all the beings
Unto us known.

Hail to the beings,
Unknown and glorious,
Whom we forebode!
From his example
Learn we to know them!

For unfeeling
Nature is ever:
On bad and on good
The sun alike shineth;
And on the wicked,
As on the best,
The moon and stars gleam.

Tempest and torrent,
Thunder and hail,
Roar on their path,
Seizing the while,
As they haste onward,
One after another.

Even so, fortune
Gropes 'mid the throng--
Innocent boyhood's
Curly head seizing,--
Seizing the hoary
Head of the sinner.

After laws mighty,
Brazen, eternal,
Must all we mortals
Finish the circuit
Of our existence.

Man, and man only
Can do the impossible;
He 'tis distinguisheth,
Chooseth and judgeth;
He to the moment
Endurance can lend.

He and he only
The good can reward,
The bad can he punish,
Can heal and can save;
All that wanders and strays
Can usefully blend.
And we pay homage
To the immortals
As though they were men,
And did in the great,
What the best, in the small,
Does or might do.

Be the man that is noble,
Both helpful and good.
Unweariedly forming
The right and the useful,
A type of those beings
Our mind hath foreshadow'd!

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
1782
Ain't that nice. Now you ubermit something smart.

Re: Poerty Time
June 27, 2012, 03:24:00 PM
She offered her honor.
He honored her offer.
So all night long he was on her and off her.


From a public toilet in Squamish, BC, Canada.

Xr

Re: Poetry Time
June 27, 2012, 08:42:38 PM
This is the story
of my friend Rory

He fell off the wall

that's all


The first piece of poetry I got taught in English lessons and people wonder why I'm weird.

Phoenix

Re: Poetry Time
June 27, 2012, 09:09:51 PM
Ain't that nice. Now you ubermit something smart.

I must respectfully submit that although I do not find poetry uncomfortably artsy, I do find your subsequent statement to be.

Re: Poetry Time
June 27, 2012, 09:46:52 PM
Some of the best poetry in the english language. Everyone should know who's the author of those lines

YOU'VE GOT NO FRIENDS
YOU STAY HOMA ALL DAY
YOU'VE BEEN TO EVERY WEBSITE
BECAUSE TOU'RE FUCKING GAY

THE INTERNET IS FUCKING GAY
YOU FUCKING FAGGOT, LOSER, QUEER, NERD

YOU'VE GOT NO FRIENDS
YOU STAY HOMA ALL DAY
YOU'VE BEEN TO EVERY WEBSITE
BECAUSE TOU'RE FUCKING GAY

----

you're a fucking vegetable,we tried to pull the plug
but you still wouldn't die,you're a dumb stupid fag


you shit in a bag,you piss in a tube,you can't walk,you can't move


you're in a coma

i tried to give you a hotfoot,but you didn't notice
you're gay and you're in a coma,you're a fruit and a vegetable

----


you want to go to school
you want a good job
you want to get married
you want to own a car


you're boring,you're gay,you're old,you have goals

you want to own a house
you want to have kids
if these are your goals
then you're fucking stupid

-----

YOU THINK YOUR LIFE'S SO IMPORTANT
YOU HAVE TO WRITE IT DOWN
YOU'RE JUST A FUCKING FAGGOT
NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOU

YOU, YOU KEEP A DIARY

YOU POMPOUS ASSHOLE DICKFACE
YOU'LL PROBABLY WRITE A BOOK
ONLY ANOTHER ASSHOLE WOULD PUBLISH IT
YOU DUMB STUPID FAG




Phoenix

Re: Poetry Time
June 28, 2012, 12:59:26 AM
. . . his poem ain't about sex or windmills, could be much worse.

. . .

Fuck you man at least this kid is brave enough to make mistakes in public. Were you always very careful that nobody ever sees you err? - That's narcissistic and ineffective.

Re: Poetry Time
June 28, 2012, 02:43:03 AM
. . . his poem ain't about sex or windmills, could be much worse.

. . .

Fuck you man at least this kid is brave enough to make mistakes in public. Were you always very careful that nobody ever sees you err? - That's narcissistic and ineffective.


I wasn't making fun of him. I saw a place to put some poetry and I was in a joking mood at that time so I put those here. Nothing serious here. My sense of humor is maybe too childish at time.  But in a more serious way, those silly rimes that I have borrowed can be good to break down our ego. Only, it wasn't directed at someone in particular. Take it if the hat fits.


I have made some kind of poetry myself. Maybe they are good, maybe they are horrible. You can judge by yourself if you want to. But you got to understand french. I wouldn't trust a google translation when it comes to poetry.
http://monts-et-forets.blogspot.ca/p/livre-chants-de-minuits.html 

Phoenix

Re: Poetry Time
June 28, 2012, 04:33:34 AM
. . . his poem ain't about sex or windmills, could be much worse.

. . .

Fuck you man at least this kid is brave enough to make mistakes in public. Were you always very careful that nobody ever sees you err? - That's narcissistic and ineffective.


I wasn't making fun of him. I saw a place to put some poetry and I was in a joking mood at that time so I put those here. Nothing serious here. My sense of humor is maybe too childish at time.  But in a more serious way, those silly rimes that I have borrowed can be good to break down our ego. Only, it wasn't directed at someone in particular. Take it if the hat fits.


I have made some kind of poetry myself. Maybe they are good, maybe they are horrible. You can judge by yourself if you want to. But you got to understand french. I wouldn't trust a google translation when it comes to poetry.
http://monts-et-forets.blogspot.ca/p/livre-chants-de-minuits.html  


Hum, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between the legitimate BS posted around here and the parody BS. I do speak French and I'll check out your poetry.

Re: Poetry Time
June 30, 2012, 12:16:10 PM
Bring me my bow of burning gold
Bring me my arrows of desire
Bring me my spear
O clouds unfold
Bring me my chariot of fire

I always drop this at cocktail parties!

E

Re: Poetry Time
June 30, 2012, 03:33:52 PM
i was about to post some Tennyson but I realized it's full of homosex references.

Re: Poetry Time
June 30, 2012, 05:24:38 PM
Rip the sacred flesh
Sodomize the holy asshole
Drink the red blood of the mother of earth
Masturbation on the dead body of christ
The king of Jews is dead
and so are the lies
Vomit on the host of Heaven
Masturbate on the throne of God
Break the seals of angels
Drink the sweet blood of Christ
Taste the flesh of the priest
Sodomize holy nuns
The king of Jews is a liar
The Heavens will burn
Dethrone the son of God
God is dead
Holyness is gone
Purity is gone
Prayers are burned
Covered in black shit
Rape the holy ghost
Unclean birth of Jesus Christ
Heaven will fall
Fuck the church
Fuck Christ
Fuck the Virgin
Fuck the gods of Heaven
Fuck the name of Jesus

Re: Poetry Time
July 01, 2012, 12:40:08 PM
i was about to post some Tennyson but I realized it's full of homosex references.

Now I'm paranoid that my William Blake quote may be subliminal homosex as well....

Re: Poetry Time
July 01, 2012, 01:13:39 PM
A ruptured destiny
In this sullen and nameless void
Absolution or affinity
The will quite often is never the weapon of choice
Karma dancing on the palms of unseen stars
The screaming womb bleeds in the dark
The pulse of the earth beats like a stallion’s heart
And we navigate change while refusing to abandon the constants

For what we’ll never be is what we’ll become
Deep emotional paralysis with all four walls closing in
Sometimes pain comes with purpose – sometimes it hangs around just for fun
No straightjacket saviors or friends trying to fly far across the sun
From the cradle to ashes - from the ashes to the grave
Tattered earth stained with the faithless and the brave

Flesh, sin and bone
A silent crusade into the unknown
The serpent and the swan
The lamb and the jackal
The knight and the pawn
A beautiful mind dreams of twisted things
A scarring old hope that bleeds like a bird with shattered wings

Where will you be when all of this fades away?

Where will you be when I cling onto the edge of infinity?

Where will you be when the children of the night lament for their tortured & troubled tribe?

Where will you be when I drown within my emptiness one last time? My last tangible fragment of humanity

Re: Poetry Time
July 06, 2012, 05:21:06 PM
I wasn't making fun of him. I saw a place to put some poetry and I was in a joking mood at that time so I put those here. Nothing serious here. My sense of humor is maybe too childish at time.  But in a more serious way, those silly rimes that I have borrowed can be good to break down our ego. Only, it wasn't directed at someone in particular. Take it if the hat fits.

Good thing as my paranoia was killing me, though anyways here might be something more special in poetry.

America, you've got it better
By Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

America, you've got it better
Than our old continent. Exult!
You have no decaying castles
And no basalt.
Your heart is not troubled,
In lively pursuits,
By useless old remembrance
And empty disputes.

So use the present day with luck!
And when your child a poem writes,
Protect him, with his skill and pluck,
From tales of bandits, ghosts and knights.

Re: Poetry Time
July 06, 2012, 07:31:34 PM
Dreamland

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule-
From a wild clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE- out of TIME.

Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
With forms that no man can discover
For the tears that drip all over;
Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies of fire;
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters- lone and dead,-
Their still waters- still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily.

By the lakes that thus outspread
Their lone waters, lone and dead,-
Their sad waters, sad and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily,-
By the mountains- near the river
Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever,-
By the grey woods,- by the swamp
Where the toad and the newt encamp-
By the dismal tarns and pools
Where dwell the Ghouls,-
By each spot the most unholy-
In each nook most melancholy-
There the traveller meets aghast
Sheeted Memories of the Past-
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they pass the wanderer by-
White-robed forms of friends long given,
In agony, to the Earth- and Heaven.

For the heart whose woes are legion
'Tis a peaceful, soothing region-
For the spirit that walks in shadow
'Tis- oh, 'tis an Eldorado!
But the traveller, travelling through it,
May not- dare not openly view it!
Never its mysteries are exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed;
So wills its King, who hath forbid
The uplifting of the fringed lid;
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkened glasses.

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule.

By Edgar Allan Poe