Let's Share Some Poems

[Shan]

Uh, maybe because it rhymes with stars and no other planet would. ;D

Shan

[Shan]

After All - Henry Lawson

The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town;
My spirit revives in the morning breeze,
though it died when the sun went down;
The river is high and the stream is strong,
and the grass is green and tall,
And I fain would think that this world of ours is a good world after all.

The light of passion in dreamy eyes, and a page of truth well read,
The glorious thrill in a heart grown cold of the spirit I thought was dead,
A song that goes to a comrade's heart, and a tear of pride let fall --
And my soul is strong! and the world to me is a grand world after all!

Let our enemies go by their old dull tracks,
and theirs be the fault or shame
(The man is bitter against the world who has only himself to blame) ;
Let the darkest side of the past be dark, and only the good recall;
For I must believe that the world, my dear, is a kind world after all.

It well may be that I saw too plain, and it may be I was blind;
But I'll keep my face to the dawning light,
though the devil may stand behind!
Though the devil may stand behind my back, I'll not see his shadow fall,
But read the signs in the morning stars of a good world after all.

Rest, for your eyes are weary, girl -- you have driven the worst away --
The ghost of the man that I might have been is gone from my heart to-day;
We'll live for life and the best it brings till our twilight shadows fall;
My heart grows brave, and the world, my girl, is a good world after all.

Enjoy.

Shan

[Tsel]

DL >
Great poems DL; thank you for sharing them.



Phil >
About Mars
Like Shan said the rhyme with stars is one reason, but also Mars is the god or war so who better to stand watch than a god of war.

Tsel

[Dark Phoenix Rising]

I still haven't got my dream diary back yet though

[Tsel]

Here is another poem I wrote.


I Understand

Life began as a happy child
With the hope of many tomorrows
Without its icy sorrow
But once again, our world claims another victim
Tally another soul lost to despair

Trapped with no way out
You cried, “Help!”
And when you would talk
People just walked
Away – no one cared

You looked for love and never found it
So you toast, “Let us rise and drink to grief.”
Your poor tortuous heart
Was imprisoned is dyspeptic darkness
I’m sorry, you had to leave

I understand why you died
Why you took your life
And sadly you were right
No one cares or cared
Only of those things they wish they would’ve made right

And it’ll all be forgotten tomorrow
I understand your sorrow

Tsel

[Shan]

Another very good poem Tsel, sad but good. It makes me want to cry.

Have you ever thought about publishing your poetry? You really have a way with words.

Shan

[Tsel]

Thank you Shan

Poetry is an art done out of love for there is no money in it.
Both poems have been published.

Tsel

[Shan]

Poetry is an art done out of love for there is no money in it.
Both poems have been published.

Both poems have been published, that is great. Hey, some day they may make you famous.

Seems like that is the way it goes for alot of writers and artists. They do it because they love what they do but never see any profit from their work which is to bad.

Have you written any others that you would like to share with us?

Shan

[Shan]

I still haven't got my dream diary back yet though

Whenever you do, don't forget that we would love to read some more of your work.

Shan

[Shan]

Hey guys, who knows, but if you keep sharing poems that you have written, Phil might decide to try creating another poem of his own.

Hint, hint, right Phil? ;D

Shan

[philster]

Do you really want that to happen, Shantara? ;D

Be honest. ;D

[Tsel]

Here is another:


An Angel Comes (Banshee)

Your vocable obsequy alluring beckons
My wanting flesh pounding with open interest
Yet, hindered by some invisible fear
My mellifluous dear
I’m restrained, as you, past milk blue lips
Blow me your chosen kisses

A bead falls from my furrowed brow
Past my weathered cheek
Liken dawns dew drops it glistens
Because it is then, the reality of you
Knowing my mortal title heralds in

Your cryptic seduction cryonic
Lulls me frozen
As I gaze enchanted within your control
You float weightless
Behind a hazy shade of satin
Outside my second story
Lead crystal bedroom window

Toc, Toc, Toc
Dutifully echo’s my grandfather clock
Three seconds past One A.M.
Through my window you spectrally approach
Baptizing my room
With your eerie luminescent glow

Toc, Toc, Toc
My terrified heart now triple times the clock
Twenty-Two seconds past One A.M.
Upon my essence you avidly envelop
Introducing my soul
To an unconscious cold, sheol


Tsel

[Shan]

Another good one Tsel.

If you and DragonLord keep this up, we can start you both a book and then one day you guys can sell it.

Shan

[Shan]

Do you really want that to happen, Shantara? ;D

Be honest. ;D

Uh, sure I do. Now why would you think that I might not? ;D

On the serious side, if you ever did decide to give it a try, I'd love to read it.

Shan

[Dark Phoenix Rising]

that would be nice

Tsel, I like your poems, although they don't seem to flow off the tongue, are they originally written in another tongue?

I think however you have got the imagery right (better than I have I think)

[Tsel]

You are right DL.
My poems do not flow off of the tongue all that easily.
I have a lot of poems, but I only consider two of them any good.
No, sadly, they were not originally in a different language.
My problem stems from the fact that when I wrote the vast bulk of my poems I used to drink a whole lot and I mean a whole, whole lot; so most of the time I was drunk as a skunk when I wrote them.
Most of the time, I drank a quality Cabernet Sauvignon when I wrote poetry.
I’d spend about $40 to $60 US Dollars on a bottle.
Now, it is very, very rare I drink any alcohol at all.
Maybe a toast at a wedding and that’s about it.
That’s why my poems are fragmentized and they do not roll off of the tongue easily.
These poems I have posted are around 7 to 10 years old.

Thank you for the imagery complement.
Your imagery is very good.
Better than you give yourself credit for, but then there’s that modesty thing right.

Tsel

[Tsel]

Don’t let this poem fool you in your initial reading.
It is the end that brings it all together.
This poem does roll off of the tongue.


The Power of Rage And Forbidden Fruit

Rage!
It fills the soul, conquers the will
Whether, holy or baneful, could drive one to kill

Automatic, without hesitation
Through aggressive desolation and ruthless penetration
Coveting dooms illation
To those marked for extinction
Godlike completion
Total Termination!

What an attractive feeling
We’re always concealing
Wishing in sanguine
Seething, mentally feeding, needing,
An obtrusive soothing
For the rancor and brooding

But; because, of the fruit
Adam and Eve took
I too know
The differences of Love and Evil
And so I inhibit, the rage I wish to exhibit
Although my catharsis need be, this reality

If I must die to save a few from you
This I will do
Because I hate you
So weight this blessing well
That by me you’ll sing no swan song farewell
Though god knows you deserve it.

Rage! It fills the soul, conquers the will
Act NOT, upon its destructive spell.


Tsel

[Shan]

OK, where's the book. I think we need to find it and get started. I think we can sell these for some money.
Ooooooo, my idea. My money. Tsel and DragonLord's work. ;D

Very good Tsel. They may not flow like DragonLord's but you definitely have a way of putting words together. But all poems even by famous poets down't flow.

Shan

[Shan]

The Snowman in the Yard - Joyce Kilmer

The Judge's house has a splendid porch, with pillars and steps of stone,
And the Judge has a lovely flowering hedge that came from across the seas;
In the Hales' garage you could put my house and everything I own,
And the Hales have a lawn like an emerald and a row of poplar trees.

Now I have only a little house, and only a little lot,
And only a few square yards of lawn, with dandelions starred;
But when Winter comes, I have something there
that the Judge and the Hales have not,
And it's better worth having than all their wealth --
it's a snowman in the yard.

The Judge's money brings architects to make his mansion fair;
The Hales have seven gardeners to make their roses grow;
The Judge can get his trees from Spain and France and everywhere,
And raise his orchids under glass in the midst of all the snow.

But I have something no architect or gardener ever made,
A thing that is shaped by the busy touch of little mittened hands:
And the Judge would give up his lonely estate, where the level snow is laid
For the tiny house with the trampled yard,
the yard where the snowman stands.

They say that after Adam and Eve were driven away in tears
To toil and suffer their life-time through,
because of the sin they sinned,
The Lord made Winter to punish them for half their exiled years,
To chill their blood with the snow, and pierce
their flesh with the icy wind.

But we who inherit the primal curse, and labour for our bread,
Have yet, thank God, the gift of Home, though Eden's gate is barred:
And through the Winter's crystal veil, Love's roses blossom red,
For him who lives in a house that has a snowman in the yard.

Enjoy.

Shan

[Shan]

A poem to stop and think about.

The Magic of Love - Helen Steiner Rice

Love is like magic
And it always will be,
For love still remains
Life's sweet mystery!
Love works in ways
That are wondrous and strange
And there's nothing in life
That love can not change!
Love can transform
The most commonplace
Into beauty and splendor
And sweetness and grace!
Love is unselfish,
Understanding and kind,
For it sees with its heart
And not with its mind!
Love is the answer
That everyone seeks
Love is the language
That every heart speaks
Love can't be bought,
It is priceless and free,
Love like pure magic
Is a sweet mystery!

Enjoy.

Shan