# ANOTHER Poetry Thread?

**URL:** <https://boards.straightdope.com/t/another-poetry-thread/12344>\
**Category:** Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share\
**Created:** [December 22, 1999, 4:38pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/another-poetry-thread/12344 "1999-12-22T16:38:00Z")\
**Posts on this page:** 9\
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**Author:** ![system](https://global.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/original/2X/e/e489c3b7d8fce19c4b355dd4fc3f88cc39c34b87.png) [@system](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/system)\
**Post date:** [December 27, 1999, 9:59pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/another-poetry-thread/12344/21 "1999-12-27T21:59:00Z")

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There once was a **PurpleCrackWhore**  
Who inspired in me hot amour.  
I’ve ne’er even seen her  
Nor she, my big wiener:  
But her erotic verse I adore!

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**Author:** ![PurpleCrackwhore](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/p/9fc348/32.png) [@PurpleCrackwhore](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/PurpleCrackwhore)\
**Post date:** [December 27, 1999, 10:22pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/another-poetry-thread/12344/22 "1999-12-27T22:22:00Z")

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TennHippie… thanks for making me smile!

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I really try to be good but it just isn’t in my nature!

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**Author:** ![Neidhart](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/n/bbe5ce/32.png) [@Neidhart](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Neidhart)\
**Post date:** [December 28, 1999, 3:18pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/another-poetry-thread/12344/23 "1999-12-28T15:18:00Z")

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Luggage and light fixtures  
Toasters and TVs  
Enough of these things can surely make me happy

A humble cog in the great machine of society

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**Author:** ![Demo](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/demo/32/8472_2.png) [@Demo](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Demo)\
**Post date:** [December 29, 1999, 6:04am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/another-poetry-thread/12344/24 "1999-12-29T06:04:00Z")

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OK, I’ll play, this one is called:

Like Water

My love for you is like water  
It flows deep, in hidden spaces  
And seeks the dark and lonely places  
To encourage new life and growth

It is malleable and fluid, able to change  
To new courses without hesitation  
And its presentation, ever-changing, with  
A million different colors to fit its condition

The water comes from the heavens, and is  
All-pervading, present in every place and time  
The river sings his rhyme, the ocean speaks her mind  
And rolling, black rainclouds occasionally come to cry

Do not dismay when it seems to be gone  
Deceptive, at times, the water hides  
But the changing tides will bring it back  
To bring flowers to a new season

So it goes with my love, it will strive on  
And in my heart, your presence grows  
And the passion flows in boundless waves  
That crash over me and wash my fears away

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“Teaching without words and work without doing are understood by very few.”  
-Tao Te Ching

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**Author:** ![Crusoe](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/c/49beb7/32.png) [@Crusoe](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Crusoe)\
**Post date:** [December 29, 1999, 6:07am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/another-poetry-thread/12344/25 "1999-12-29T06:07:00Z")

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Okay, so it’s not poetry and it’s not mine, but I like it anyway.

“I loved you. And love for you has not yet burned out of my soul. But don’t let my love cause you distress any more. I don’t wish to bring you grief. I loved you silently, hopelessly, sometimes in joy, sometimes in jealousy. I loved you so sincerely, so tenderly. Ah, may God grant that you be so loved by another.”

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**Author:** ![BurnMeUp](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/b/91b2a8/32.png) [@BurnMeUp](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/BurnMeUp)\
**Post date:** [December 29, 1999, 6:30am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/another-poetry-thread/12344/26 "1999-12-29T06:30:00Z")

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Now and Zen

Silence pounds in my ears  
I see the nothingness around  
And embrace it.  
I was seen as nothing  
And treated as nothing  
Now I know there is truth in nothing.  
As I drink it’s desolation in  
And allow it to show me the truth  
To see the unhealthy attachments  
And to let go of the ‘then’  
And see the now  
And live the now  
And want the now

What I saw as good  
And desirable then  
Was shallow and false.  
In the nothingness I can see  
That the deep placid waters  
Contain more treasure  
Than the temultuous rivers  
That drew my attentions  
With their beautiful  
Yet meaningless babblings  
And that the prose of it’s motion  
Was all a show  
To distract me from it’s lack of depth

I dive into the deep pure lake  
And feel it’s truth surround me  
And I feel myself  
Coming home  
To what I never should have left  
And the nothingness  
That now helps me grow

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Everybody got their Black and Decker… Blood and Fettuccini everywhere

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**Author:** ![system](https://global.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/original/2X/e/e489c3b7d8fce19c4b355dd4fc3f88cc39c34b87.png) [@system](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/system)\
**Post date:** [December 28, 1999, 9:02pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/another-poetry-thread/12344/27 "1999-12-28T21:02:00Z")

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Folks predict the dreadful woe  
Of the year that ends in _double-O_.

Be it terrorist bombings or computer bugs,  
Or streets full of rioters, looters, and thugs;

They see disaster in the coming year  
(Whether it’s the “new millennium” isn’t real clear).

But the oddest ones are those who would bet on  
The odds that 2000 brings the big Armageddon.

They proselytize this and prophesy that,  
And see all the “signs” from right where they’re at.

Good news for the righteous, though their tears well  
When they point out that most of us will go straight to Hell.

Yet I get the sense from all that I hear  
That love for the Lord isn’t all they hold dear.

I believe there’s hope(just before they go)  
That they’ll get the chance to say _“Told ya so!”_

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**Author:** ![BurnMeUp](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/b/91b2a8/32.png) [@BurnMeUp](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/BurnMeUp)\
**Post date:** [December 28, 1999, 9:51pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/another-poetry-thread/12344/28 "1999-12-28T21:51:00Z")

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Another borrowed post

We Did It There

Every time I think I’ve got you figured out  
Every time I think I’ve got you in a Chinese Box.  
Every time I think I have got you nailed to the cross again…

Every time I think I’ve gotten you everything.  
Every time I remember somewhere we have been.  
Every time I think that I have reintroduced you to my life…

Every time look I see another place.  
When I look at you I see another face.  
Every time I feel that I’ve been melted into a pool of blood…

Every time I see a place that we have been.  
When I think of you I think of what we did.  
Every time I look at you I cannot seem to feel prepared…

Ordinary furniture.  
Ordinary room.  
Glowing still  
Glowing just like you…!

Things will never be the same  
at each and every place place we’ve been!  
We did it there!  
That place will ever be the same!  
Did something there where we have been.  
There’s cruelty in the memory!  
We did it there we did it there!

Every time I see another place where we have been.  
It becomes a second temple.  
Praying to our sins.

Bright moonshine.  
Where’d my dream go?  
Love’s all gone.  
Where did my lucky star go?  
Where’d my girl go?  
Love’s all gone.  
Had a life.  
Life’s gone now.  
Where’s that thing go?

We did it like rabbits.  
While on fire.  
…falling in my arms again.  
We hide society from our sins.  
We did it there

Every time I see a place that we have been.  
When I think of you I think of what we did.  
Every time I look at you I cannot seem to feel prepared…  
You’re still glowing, yeah…!

We did it there!  
That place will ever be the same!  
Did something there where we have been.  
There’s cruelty in the memory!  
We did it there we did it there!

Every time I think I love you,  
I remember burning embers.  
Makes me dizzy.  
Glowing embers.  
I remember.  
We’re so sweaty.  
Altogether I remember!  
Jeans undone, sweating face.  
I remember I remember.  
Moving slow, sweating bullets.  
Glowing embers.  
I remember…  
We’re on fire we’re on fire.  
Glowing face and smelly breath.

## We did it there

Everybody got their Black and Decker… Blood and Fettuccini everywhere

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**Author:** ![BurnMeUp](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/b/91b2a8/32.png) [@BurnMeUp](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/BurnMeUp)\
**Post date:** [December 30, 1999, 1:05am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/another-poetry-thread/12344/29 "1999-12-30T01:05:00Z")

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This is a very important post to a part time lurker. (She knows who she is)

This will mean more to her than to you all but I hope you like it too.

Try to Believe

I wish real hard when I close my eyes  
If I could change the world  
Would I even try?  
Would I find a reason to regain my pride  
If I try to believe?

If I had a dream and it got away?  
If I found the words would I know what to say?  
Would I have the chance to be someone else  
If I try to believe?

If I found a door I’ve never been through  
Would I have the courage to go in without you?  
And if time runs short would I recognize  
The things I couldn’t see  
If I try to believe?

It’s so hard to find an answer  
It’s so hard to stand alone  
It’s so hard to find the feelings  
That were buried long ago  
It’s so hard to trust another  
When it’s easier to hide  
It’s so hard to believe  
Unless we try  
Baby try

If we listen to the voices that were silent for so long  
If you thought they went away, well you couldn’t be more wrong  
If I tell you there is something that we’ve lost but can retrieve  
If I tell you there is hope, if we try to believe  
You’ll remember there’s a dream that we long since put aside  
With the toys that we discarded  
And the tears we never cried  
We could have had it once again, if we try  
Baby try

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She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from screen doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open again.

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