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Post by Shan on Jul 24, 2006 3:16:47 GMT
I also have Loreena McKennitt's CD ith the Lady of Shalott on it. It is a beautiful song and one of my favorites by her. And I had heard of the poem way before I heard Loreena sing it. It has always been one of my favorites.
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Post by riverman on Jul 24, 2006 4:10:12 GMT
Browne sylvia Snake hawaii Lie
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Clever Clever twist and sever Ill formed malities I'm asking for forgiveness give me mans laeser truth painting solemn savior faces luminescent phantomed to the glass
God's listening -man hears Confuses man's ear the tone of truth is wrung out when worlds of words and words' wistful wanting to make what's meant so clear
Creator Creator ! make me a place to rest with a traitor The snake is on speed dial wisdom love and fear
my bottle had a rattle his venom serpant cool blood lament made the new baby the sunday morning after seedling fruition essential planting daydream Full circle positions can break the sturdy heart The little ones cry they know what's coming the tears of new seperation from their slumber resting chamber in the hearts of of you and I here . the woman gave birth~ the man gave intention with minds hooked in forever. Consequential beauty the hope of sunshine closeness A last wreck , last wrech the moment has passed it's breath. So shy away now babe of tragic footsteps..shy away.
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Post by janggut on Jul 24, 2006 7:56:51 GMT
scarily sounds like some dark rock song lyrics there, riverman. really cool in that way. @ Shan & riverman -> thanks
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Post by riverman on Jul 24, 2006 16:05:47 GMT
"scarily" , thanks jang. It's inspired by a story that I'm writing. Sort of supernatural , so that was a fitting description.
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Post by SimonBJ on Jul 24, 2006 21:47:45 GMT
That's good, riverman. My mum's a big fan of The Lady of Shallott and I learned the first few stanzas (consequently) as a child, later I wrote the following rather more jokey arthurian pieces:-
Lancelot's Song & Guenievre's reposte
Lancelot's Song while Mad in the Forest Sauvage
I circled round the table, seeking solace in your arms While King Arthur had his eye upon the grail I perservered like Percevial, ignored the loud wassail That Sir Kay made slipping sideways in his cups But it’s madness that possessed me, and the thing that has distressed me Is I don't know when I'll see my Gwen, Or even when I will not fear to see a tree again.
While mad I slew Sir Ferdegrance, or did I wed his daughter? I know that I did something which perhaps I shouldn't oughta. Now I live on roots and berries like a wodewose in the dark And a tear it trickles down my cheek, and I the knight who ne’r was meek Go howling through the night and shriek at the shadow of a lark. And I don't know when I'll be again, that man you loved to see again, Or if I'll ever be again, within my own right brain again.
I know that once you loved me, as I know the sky's above me Though the leaves shut tight against the blue of day The forest it enfolds me, and the rustling leaves have told me That my penance is to live without her who might restore the old me My sword is laid aside now, and its rusting in the leaves, my armor too is but a pile of mildewed plates and greaves. I fear I'm not a shining knight, I'm not a knight at all, and I snuffle like a hedgehog that is curled into a ball.
Maybe some lofty Galahad who never was, like I, a cad Will come to strike down anyone who might your honour scorn While hoary-handed as a villein, I would prove a worst villain if I didn't love the chance that you might find at any dance, to cast down that cruel Arthur and his iron. I bark at moonlight's beckon, ing, but I will bear the reckoning, I'd live on bark and beetles on the platters that I eat on. The wars of Venus are not fought, within the bowers of Arthur's court upon the fields of Mars or on the battlefields at Eton.
My mind is full of Merlin's talk, anachronisms it seems stalk, the land like some great stalking horse, and everything grows large and coarse, yes even the great water-course that leads to Camelot, upon whose breast I once espied the lady who, but you beside, some sorrow had that touched my pride - the Lady of Shalott. Always now in my mossy bank where weevils writhe and stinkhorns stank, and where my heart its life has sank, I still know I have one to thank, for any life I saw at all, and she is at the castle tall, whose walls no foe shall ever fall, and she is Queen, my Queen of all. My lovely Gwenevere.
GUENEVERE'S ANSWER
But thou art not in t' Forest Sauvage. From where I stand, well by and large, Desertion seems the only charge, I guess a knight's a big fromage Outside of Camelot.
I heard that you were married, true, and thought her little good for you but I can't see the things you do or if with her you bill and coo Outside of Camelot.
A love affair in pride can stand opprobrium throughout the land the sniggering behind the hand the gossip through the roving band Outside of Camelot
But while I could court iniquity if we had but proprinquity A chance in bed to swink with thee, I'm not pleased you're stuck up a tree Outside of Camelot
King Arthur may have set his sights too much on brawls with manly knights And left me lone through longing nights but he was setting things to rights Outside of Camelot
The whining of a braggart who has got himself into a stew Is not the tone to keep me true, so pick your bloody feverfew Outside of Camelot
When you're set upon which side the butter lies, and quite which bride should be the one to which you ride, then you can come upon the tide Back down to Camelot
I know that tidal rhyme is poor but you raised Shalott's fate before As if a lovesick witch were more to you than aught I hold in store For you in Camelot
In fact I think I'm of a mind some other champion to find (Perhaps one with a firm behind for now to plumpness you're inclined (I say in truth, for to be kind, your weight's come on a lot!)
Stick in your fen, rest in your bog, grow moss upon you like a log I find that I don't give a jog. So be curled up like a hedgehog Outside of Camelot
As to your fabled prowess, well there are some tales that I could tell I never came a lot.
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Post by riverman on Jul 25, 2006 1:11:30 GMT
Thanks Simon. Very humurious ,interesting and creative. I have no concept of formallity with any of what I write , I hesitate to call it poetry, I thinks it's rather rambling.
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Post by Shan on Jul 25, 2006 3:19:49 GMT
What ever you call it riverman I like what you write alot. I always anxiously await what you might post next.
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Post by Shan on Jul 25, 2006 3:22:07 GMT
Very good Simon. I enjoyed both of them. If you have others that you would like to post, feel free to do so. I would love to read more of your work. And welcome to the Cascade.
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Post by janggut on Jul 25, 2006 3:42:37 GMT
yeah, welcome to the poem thread, simonBJ. & very nice poem there too!
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Post by SimonBJ on Jul 25, 2006 14:00:50 GMT
I should confess that I do count a bit as a published author although not for poetry. More daft poems and other musings about nonsense can be found at http:\\www.simonbjones.blogspot.com . Most of the poems are what I call "Crap Songs In 5 Minutes" or CS5M because of the speed of composition.
Simon BJ
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Post by riverman on Aug 2, 2006 22:49:42 GMT
Dim Wah S.O.T
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Fall the embers flame on falling from the rooftops still smolder tomorrow never comes
Sad eyes Sorry ringlets tear drop won't stop
Still falling drowning burning The heat of the city Poor by stander standing by Watching the living waiting for a life
The path before us treachery requires utmost grace please ..don't fall.
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Post by janggut on Aug 3, 2006 7:22:25 GMT
riverman, your poems are always so in-the-moment, it really captures the emotion in it.
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Post by riverman on Aug 3, 2006 20:23:50 GMT
Thanks Jang. I appreciate your comments and any feedback you have . It's nice to hear...or read.
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Post by riverman on Aug 7, 2006 0:43:26 GMT
What ever you call it riverman I like what you write alot. I always anxiously await what you might post next. Nice Shan , Thanks
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Post by riverman on Aug 7, 2006 0:43:56 GMT
s.l.a.m
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The Contradicting Heart Stop feeling sorry for yourself, my hands and the thinkers and the leaders The workers bee'
The Cult Of Id, biblical possession~sad to see my can't heart be free. I mean released~ The Rights of Paul and The Message Of Christs
Hard to smile souls~falling down.
I see You need to keep what I've seen I have not spoken to you in my forever
where are you now that the hour has past for a need?
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Post by riverman on Aug 7, 2006 23:07:07 GMT
Unwrap Rapture
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I pedal push out formless calamity pardon my burden while I sip my tea from the bottom are the forecepts to pull you from you
Those nightime wishes no malice in mind and all the more viscious
I frown at the pavement to walk my way home I drive to the stars to walk my from... morning brings end to fabled disrapture
Five more days of sleepwalk chatter On the sixthe day~relief The seventh disaster.
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Post by riverman on Aug 11, 2006 21:34:51 GMT
Dveloper
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You want to take my home from me? I would advise against that. You let your dollar fables buy some moral favor? A move like that , and I guarantee, a short time later control will be taken from you. I will be chosen to decide your fate. Not a decision You should want me to make. We could avoid all of this, you must harvest that soul from the mire of your eyes , clouded by the fog of "you"....
What about us, do you really want society darwyn? The rules will be broken, the strong will survive. Justice mothers will come. She will erase your city and vanquish your precious guise.
Think Twice
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Post by mobbie on Sept 4, 2006 12:31:02 GMT
...What an AMAZING amount of poems I haven't read more than page 1 and page 11, a bit lazy I guess... Poems has never been that interesting in my opinion, but you (all of you on page 1 and 11 that is ! got me a bit inspired and before I knew it I thought up a short-poem ^^ Care to listen? Wild Love Remember the first dance we shared? Recall the night you melted my ugliness away? The night you left with a kiss so kind.. Only the scent of your beauty left behind.. Ah dear friend, I remember the night.. The moon and the dreams we shared.. Your trembling paw in my hand.. Dreaming of that northern land.. Touching me with the kiss of a Beast. Shortie poem by Mobbie, please comment
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Post by mobbie on Sept 4, 2006 12:32:35 GMT
Oh, one more thing... Please don't be mean when commenting my poem (haha) It's not that easy to make poems on english when you are but a 17year old swedish kid
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Post by ss on Sept 4, 2006 14:30:26 GMT
Excellent Poem Mobbie...
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