[Mort]

@Chaos - I liked the middle one especially.
The firsat one left me wanting to know the message... but filling it in in my head anyway - guess that is the idea.

Take the lines by all means... I haven't written anything for ages - too busy working and in too much of a good place just now to write what I usually put down.

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I gathered all, brought all to mind
The years to come seemed a waste of breath
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death

mTh

[Jonzey]

so did i, and i got it published in a poetry book

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[Chaos]

your hope doesnt go unanswered, i loved it i was expecting an answer to those questions at the end but the more i think about the fact it remains a mystery adds a different sleight to it that i had not seen before. v good stuff

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"… Lost in a shadowy portal between two lights;
A place where bladed pain runs throughout all delights.
My soul is lost in the blissful, melancholy moment,
Wanting no fulfilment - just an everlasting instant …" - Mort

It's time..

[Orfantal]

Cheers, glad you liked it. I had originally added a line at the end that said something like - it's you of course - but I felt that it was too obvious and didn't really fit with the rest. Having had quite a break I'll have to see if I can come up with any more. In the meantime here's one I did a while back but didn't post because I'm not sure I like it.

We Marched

We marched for honour and for glory,
we marched to battle with the foe.
We marched to smite the unbeliever
so many wretched weeks ago.

Our leaders warned us of the peril
our enemies had threatened all.
We had to strike them hard and early,
we had to make their leaders fall.

The crowds had cheered us in the sunshine
their blessed banners bright and brave.
The crowd implored us to go conquer
waving us to our squalid grave.

We marched out strong and brave and mighty
content we knew our cause was just.
The gods would mark our deeds of valour.
How soon our dreams would all be dust.

At first we carried all before us
laughing in our fighting fury
slaying all, giving no mercy,
leaving none to act as jury.

And as we fought our hearts grew harder.
Who could doubt the joy of battle?
We learned to take our greatest pleasure
in hearing our foe’s death rattle.

So we gave death to all we found here,
to man and woman, child and beast.
Unremitting deadly slaughter,
now everywhere I look crows feast

The screams of pain, the howls of anguish
as hot blood splashed across my hand.
So we fell deeper into madness
as we brought horror to this land.

We learned the power felt in torture,
we learned to dominate with fear.
Abuse and terror were our watchword
and yet our reckoning drew near.

For now our enemies grew stronger
faced by the threat that we had brought.
They joined together in their anger
and vengeance was what they now sought

On a low hill we were encircled
our enemies were all around.
For blood and lives their hatred thirsted
to loose upon this barren ground.

They broke our strength and stole our courage,
with slaughter they repaid our hate.
In fear we tried to flee their anger
but we could not escape our fate.

"Cuius testiculos habes, habeas cardia et cerebellum"

[Chaos]

God damn monkeys of mongolia, am i slow to notice when people post. *L* ^^''
dunno how long you have been a member of this forum Bav, ill have to check ur profile in a mo, but welcome to the forum and sorry bout the delay in that welcome *L*. me a slow dozy git.

and ooo. like the style of the above. got any more you wanna share with us?

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These tears are not for me. Nor are they for you. They are for unsaid regrets and buried memories. It is for them that i weep.


((ah just checked. not quite two weeks.. thats actually still pretty bad even for me. ^^() ))

[Orfantal]

Here's another

Child

A child mourns his father's passing.
A tragic loss,
evil day.
Stares about not understanding,
blinks in wide-eyed
disarray
Tremulous and gently shaking,
fists clenched so tight,
racked with pain.
Torn with grief, his heart pulsating.
Filled with woe it
can't contain.
He pounds the wall, screams his anger
incoherent
can't explain

"Cuius testiculos habes, habeas cardia et cerebellum"

[Jonzey]

no, i entered a poetry competition out of a magazine.

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[Chaos]

@Bav - i've been called a lot worse normally by the rest of the b*stards in this forum

and *thumbs up* even when translated you manage to create this general atmosphere with your pieces. good stuff

((and i am ashamed to admit to everyone that i had to look up what prepossessing meant. ^^'' everyone here has such an amazingly vast lexis that i feel intimidated. *looks intimidated* see! that's me being intimidated ))

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These tears are not for me. Nor are they for you. They are for unsaid regrets and buried memories. It is for them that i weep.

[CopperStone]

yeah I write stuff, I write either poetry or short stories, wouldn't mind writing a novel but I never get very far with it... anyway here's one poem,
Maiden Sacrifice
Gold and Bronze and Earthy Hues, Red Vermillion and Yellow Ochre,
Three Bronze Bracelets around your wrist, Two Gold Rings and A Copper Coin.
I Laid you in a Coffin of Peat, Down Lindow Way, laying a bulrush at your Feet,
That I would Make a History of Your Being, a Mystery of Your Name.
Drawn Circumfrance round Your Heart, at fifty Paces to each Compass Point,
The Silver Gun of the Patriarch, The Gold embedded Jewels of the Mother,
The Copper Coils of the Labourer, The Iron Knife of the Destitute.
Then 'round your neck Barbed Wire Strung, and pulled tight to the Barbarity of our Time.

Would that you had Lain Quietly, Lied to the Ear of the World,
Would that you had Treaded Softly, Dreaded not to Question.
Were i A fool to have Laid with you, you who would not Lie Still,
Did i But quest for you, you would've Questioned All.
Would you Curse me, for Stealing your Martyrdom, to make Mere Sacrifice,
Would you Spit at Me, for not letting you kiss Ash but Soil,
Did it Soil your Soul, for such Demise.
Maybe you Shall, become Martyr after all, a Martyr to Prosperity,
Not lost to the Ashes of a Revolutionary that would not let you Prosper.

I who Laid you in a coffin of peat, in Glorious Hues of Earth’s love,
Do now i Turn and See the setting sun, Burn Bright Red to Bless you.
There is Ash on the Horizon now, Smoke in grey against the setting sun,
They are burning now, they all are Burning Now.
Will they Leave anything, or mere Remnants of Anguish,
The Sun was wounded too You See, Wounded into Bleeding.
I do not dare to Dwell here long, Lest they disturb your Dwelling Longer.

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*So we seek comfort in
shadows, light and
absence play
exquisitely together*

[Orfantal]

allwilldie - nice, captures a moment fraught with possibilities.

rflcl - interesting - I'd have liked to have seen you expand on this.

[GaesII]

Orfantal said:

Fraid not my little poppet just not been near the computer for a few days - try these:

My boy

He sits there, mini doppelganger,
absorbed in introspective concentration,
lost in imagination’s roller coaster ride,
thought ploughing furrows
across that cherub’s forehead.

Other times a bouncing ball of energy
powered by excitement and
the thrill of speed and action,
leaving a giggling trail echoing behind
as he ricochets around the garden.

He drifts from games and toys,
each a weapon of mass diversion,
an entrance to a realm of fantasy
that snares his wandering attention
for a brief but happy time.

Lost in a world of his own making,
yet capable with one shy glance
and simple guileless smile
of becoming the centre of mine.

My son, my boy
My heart, my joy


Act of Worship

The subtle taste of you anoints my tongue
like oil as I worship at your alter-ego,
the fount of all my carnal knowledge.
I bow to your burning bush,
a supplicant upon my knees.
I’ve wandered in your wilderness
for thirsty days and nights,
succumbing to temptation,
I mount upon your summons.
A humble penitent I enter your church,
immersed in the baptismal flood
of this most holy communion
and leave my offering in your altar.
With this my body I thee worship.

Act of Worship made me smile........a nice way to present the delights of carnal pleasures!

My Boy........well, it moved me. Every parent should feel this way about their children.
When my little one was born, we nearly lost him. He was not breathing, and was very blue. They revived him, only for him to stop breathing, again, 1/2 hour later. Never in my life have I been so scared, or so overwhealmed. That is a beautiful poem there, Orfantal. One I hope you're proud of.

Bethxxx

[Orfantal]

Beth

yeah Act of Worship was a bit of a laugh on the one hand, but had a more serious side too, hopefully not too tacky

Re My Boy, I think my kids probably give me more inspiration than any other subject but its probably a subject I find hard to put down on paper, maybe too close to home. Sorry to hear of your frightening experience, but glad to hear it had a happy ending. I think having kids makes you far more vulnerable because all of a sudden your fears aren't for yourself. my youngest was born blue with the cord around his neck, fortunately it was quickly sorted but it was a few moments of absolute terror.

This is one of my favourites as it probably represents where I'm going now with them - ie they won't be children for long, even the younger two.

The Willow

I heard my daughter laugh
last night and turned glancing
at her so poised and elegant.
A willow, tall and graceful,
glowing in the spring of life,
not bowed or bent by any breeze.
My breath caught a moment as
I was clasped in the gentle grip
of warm contented pride.
But still a single tear of cool
regret tiptoed it's silent path past
the dimpled hillock of my smile,
remembering a bounding breathless
child that used to sit upon my knee.

Hoooo! - I'm getting all emotional now

[GaesII]

The Willow.........yeah, I know how that feels. Found a piccie of my eldest the other day when she was a baby and it's hard to comprehend how much the passing of time changes how we view our children, and how that reflects on us.

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my youngest was born blue with the cord around his neck, fortunately it was quickly sorted but it was a few moments of absolute terror.

Nothing prepares you for that moment when your heart stops and every emotion you've invested during the previous nine months hits you all at once.