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Post by janggut on Nov 7, 2005 6:13:41 GMT
the eyes that see too much death how would u see me, child? living in mefumaido, finding life in death is death all u can find in life, child?
if i could only gather u into my arms to protect u from all which i define as harm to love, to give, to keep u warm no more lonely, never alone
little daigoro, how my heart bursts in pain knowing the cub loses lone wolf in the end
Spoiler (sort of): dedicated to my favourite comic/manga character ever - Daigoro of Lone Wolf & Cub manga, tragic story of samurai & the code of bushido.
something that came in the spur of the moment.
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Post by Dark Phoenix Rising on Nov 7, 2005 19:24:15 GMT
intresting poem, and explains the parents paradox quite nicely
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Post by janggut on Nov 8, 2005 1:33:54 GMT
thanks, DL.
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Post by Shan on Nov 9, 2005 19:28:35 GMT
People come and people go But still I find it's you I know to the east and to the west Heres to he who knows best To dry up this flood of tears to comfort now these weary ears for one to shine anew once more if just for an hour or more Peoples hurt and peoples hate he will take and so to wait for the one that's strong and true to find the way into her hew and dance around and round they go all throughout the mistletoe and then for now they turn to sleep so that this time, safe they keep You asked me what this said to me. Sorry it has taken me so long to get back to you, but I've been swamped since we got back. Having no idea what you were thinking when you wrote it, this is what I felt when I read it. I see a husband with thoughts of his wife or a guy with thoughts of his true love. Many other girls past through his life but she is the one he knows is meant for him. Through the rough times he's there for her and that will always be so. They may have their ups and downs but still he will cling to her because he knows that is where his happiness lies. They share the happy times and those they treasure and hold close to keep them together forever. That's it. Hopefully I will have time to post my thoughts on the other one tonight. Shan
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Post by Dark Phoenix Rising on Nov 9, 2005 19:54:53 GMT
Thankyou for that the poem was originally written near the end of janurary and for me it was the search for my true love, and finally finding it having been through so much. I guess really there is no one meaning to any of my poems, rather I hope that they will speak to the people they are supposed to.
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Post by Shan on Nov 11, 2005 1:37:14 GMT
This one has 2 different meanings to me. When I look at it one way I see someone searching for his one true love. Maybe he's had relationships before that haven't worked out but he doesn't give up. It's kinda like he knows she is there somewhere and he just has to find her. When he does find her he is filled with happiness. He feels as if his life is now complete and that she has saved him from a world of loneliness. When I look at it another way I see a fantasy poem. A world filled with all its troubles and strife, but yet hidden somewhere in all of this there is a special place. A place where there is joy and happiness. A place where there are no cares. A special fairy lives here and keeps watch over the world. Maybe she is looking for her true love, maybe she is just the keeper of souls, but when she finds this lost one she pulls him from his world and into her special place. There she cares for him, helps his soul to mend, and maybe even love comes to them and he stays there with her. Crazy I know, but my imagination does run wild when I read poems. Shan
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Post by Shan on Nov 11, 2005 1:41:39 GMT
Jags, that is beautiful. Sad but beautiful. You wrote that after reading Lone Wolf and Cub didn't you? This must be a very sad manga. I would probably need at least a dozen boxes of tissues if I read it. I really like it. Thank you for sharing it. Shan
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Post by Gray Lensman on Nov 11, 2005 2:18:01 GMT
I agree. Lone Wolf & Cub always gets my vote. Cool stuff, Jang. It's a great manga, at least in the over 20+ volumes that I've read of it. While the story is ultimately tragic, it's also a great samurai epic. The series really shows the best and the worst of the samurai culture, with great action writing and superb attention to detail. This is the kind of manga I'd love to see more of, really. Even though Ogami Itto (the Lone Wolf) is a disgraced ronin, an assassin for hire, and a tragic figure, he remains every inch the true samurai to the end. He is very easily one of the most complex characters that I've seen, not just in manga, but in comics period.
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Post by Dark Phoenix Rising on Nov 11, 2005 9:08:40 GMT
This one has 2 different meanings to me. When I look at it one way I see someone searching for his one true love. Maybe he's had relationships before that haven't worked out but he doesn't give up. It's kinda like he knows she is there somewhere and he just has to find her. When he does find her he is filled with happiness. He feels as if his life is now complete and that she has saved him from a world of loneliness. When I look at it another way I see a fantasy poem. A world filled with all its troubles and strife, but yet hidden somewhere in all of this there is a special place. A place where there is joy and happiness. A place where there are no cares. A special fairy lives here and keeps watch over the world. Maybe she is looking for her true love, maybe she is just the keeper of souls, but when she finds this lost one she pulls him from his world and into her special place. There she cares for him, helps his soul to mend, and maybe even love comes to them and he stays there with her. Crazy I know, but my imagination does run wild when I read poems. Shan To me this one was about the value of all your loved ones, whether they be friends family or someone special.I guess it is really about love and friendship and a promise that if you don't let the bad things in life colour your vision, then you will see that the world isn't so bad, and the people around you that you love, and who love you in return will (with the ladies grace) help you through your termoil (sp?).
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Post by Shan on Nov 15, 2005 3:50:21 GMT
I like what you meant when you wrote it better than what I saw in it when I read it. Alot of time, what I see when I read poetry depends on the type of mood I am in. Do you think that your mood plays a big influence on the poetry that you write? I still think it is very good. Shan
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Post by janggut on Nov 15, 2005 5:17:44 GMT
thank u both, Shan & mr Grey.
after finishing Lone Wolf & Cub manga, i feel that it's the best comic/manga so far with stories that are deep with meaning & ironies.
while u admire Itto Ogami, mr Grey, i was as well in the beginning but later on as the story progressed, i came to admire & heck, even love little Daigoro for what he has to go through, none are of his choice as his path is mostly laid by his father. even then, he showed inner strength that everyone who encountered him came to admire. & yet ....... & yet even then i can never forget that he is only a child, a small boy hardly can count more than 10, with such lovely smile. the artist (can't recall which one of the two dudes who did the manga) has such impressive talent to draw the characters that i would lose myself in that eyes of the little boy.
hmm...... ok, enough of me being off-topic here.
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Post by Gray Lensman on Nov 15, 2005 5:24:46 GMT
You're thinking of the late Goseki Kojima, I believe. He was capable of showing so much emotion, movement, and power in a single panel. Shame that he's no longer around. He was a phenomenal talent. Agreed on little Daigoro, as well. He's every bit his father's son. Edit: I have no problem with digressing from the main topic if needed. But to make room for actual poems here, I'm thinking of starting a thread over in Comics.
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Post by Dark Phoenix Rising on Nov 15, 2005 12:03:17 GMT
I'm not sure how my mood affects my poetry as generally when I write poetry it just flows from my mind and the preceding lines.
However I don't think that my poems have any one meaning behind them, rather each person should take from it what it tells them...
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Post by Dark Phoenix Rising on Nov 26, 2005 13:39:43 GMT
I've added a new poem to the your stories and poems section...
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Post by fourleafclover on Nov 27, 2005 4:29:46 GMT
I'm not much of a poet myself, but I sure enjoy reading what's been posted!
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Post by Shan on Dec 1, 2005 0:31:31 GMT
Clover I couldn't write a poem if I had to, but we have some great poets on this forum and I enjoy reading their poems just as much as I enjoy those who are famous and published. Hmmmmmm, guess it is about time I look through some of my favorites again and post a poem that I like, but definitely one that I did not write. Shan
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Post by janggut on Dec 7, 2005 6:05:00 GMT
Israfel (Edgar Alan Poe)
In Heaven a spirit doth dwell "Whose heart-strings are a lute"; None sing so wildly well As the angel Israfel, And the giddy stars (so legends tell), Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell Of his voice, all mute.
Tottering above In her highest noon, The enamored moon Blushes with love, While, to listen, the red levin (With the rapid Pleiads, even, Which were seven,) Pauses in Heaven.
And they say (the starry choir And the other listening things) That Israfeli's fire Is owing to that lyre By which he sits and sings --- The trembling living wire Of those unusual strings.
But the skies that angel trod, Where deep thoughts are a duty --- Where Love's a grown-up God --- Where the Houri glances are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship in a star.
Therefore thou art not wrong, Israfeli, who despisest An unimpassioned song; To thee the laurels belong, Best bard, because the wisest! Merrily live, and long!
The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit --- Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervor of thy lute- Well may the stars be mute!
Yes, Heaven is thine; but this Is a world of sweets and sours; Our flowers are merely --- flowers, And the shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours.
If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre within the sky.
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Post by Shan on Dec 8, 2005 19:09:21 GMT
i like that poem alot jags. guess you could have guessed since i really like his writings. shan
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Post by Shan on Dec 8, 2005 19:12:00 GMT
Messy Room - Shel SilversteinWhosever room this is should be ashamed! His underwear is hanging on the lamp. His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair, And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp. His workbook is wedged in the window, His sweater's been thrown on the floor. His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV, And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door. His books are all jammed in the closet, His vest has been left in the hall. A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed, And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall. Whosever room this is should be ashamed! Donald or Robert or Willie or-- Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear, I knew it looked familiar! Enjoy:) Shan
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Post by Shan on Dec 8, 2005 19:16:01 GMT
I Carry Your Hear With Me - E.E. Cummings i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) Enjoy Shan
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