# POETS NEEDED..... **URL:** \ **Category:** Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share\ **Created:** [June 28, 1999, 4:10am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poets-needed/6762 "1999-06-28T04:10:00Z")\ **Posts on this page:** 20\ **Page:** 1
**Author:** ![system](https://global.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/original/2X/e/e489c3b7d8fce19c4b355dd4fc3f88cc39c34b87.png) [@system](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/system)\ **Post date:** [June 28, 1999, 4:10am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poets-needed/6762/1 "1999-06-28T04:10:00Z")
I am becoming a poetry nut. Really like the stuff. I would really like to read some original poetry…anyone feel like showin off their gift? * * * Risk looking foolish for love, for your dreams, and for the joy of living… ---
**Author:** ![system](https://global.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/original/2X/e/e489c3b7d8fce19c4b355dd4fc3f88cc39c34b87.png) [@system](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/system)\ **Post date:** [June 28, 1999, 6:15am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poets-needed/6762/2 "1999-06-28T06:15:00Z")
An ode to my lunch by: Cow God The money is taken; my feast is delivered. A crunchy snack of nacho cheese goodness Is blessed with pretzel coating. My red Savior of divine refreshment is fullness Personified as I crack apart its silver Opening. Caffeine! Oh the rush! I cannot infer The greatness of the blessed meal before Me. Each crunchy tidbit of snacky passion Fills me with a craving for plenty more. I have fought the hunger. I have won! These magical elves that have touched my belly Give thy spark to mine body and soul. The fluid passes down my throat, not merely A gift, but a way of life. This dark black coal Water gives me new meaning to happiness and delight. The morsels of joy sprout wings and take flight Amongst the waves of soda. I have been on The journey of hardships but the sea is now calm. The bag of Combos is now empty; the last one gone. No sips are left in my coke can as I crush it in my palm. (not bad for having been written during a lunch period about 10 minutes before it was due) * * * “I’m not dumb. I just have a command of thoroughly useless information.” – Calvin and Hobbes ---
**Author:** ![system](https://global.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/original/2X/e/e489c3b7d8fce19c4b355dd4fc3f88cc39c34b87.png) [@system](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/system)\ **Post date:** [June 28, 1999, 11:02am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poets-needed/6762/3 "1999-06-28T11:02:00Z")
## Cold ashes, grey skies,lifeless dreams, Dead Last night the cold moon laughed at me while I dreampt of life Alone Forgotten childhood fantasies, broken dreams and hopes Gone Life has no meaning, but death comes to soon. Why? ## Three minutes left, then back to work A slurp of soda, a half-formed thought Two minutes left, then back to work I cannot know anothers pain, nor can he know mine. But I can share his happiness, and that will suit just fine. ---
**Author:** ![system](https://global.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/original/2X/e/e489c3b7d8fce19c4b355dd4fc3f88cc39c34b87.png) [@system](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/system)\ **Post date:** [June 28, 1999, 12:37pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poets-needed/6762/4 "1999-06-28T12:37:00Z")
I suggest you do a search for the Spamku website. I’d tell you the URL, but I forgot it. It’s filled with over 5,000 haiku inspired by SPAM, the luncheon meat product. ---
**Author:** ![system](https://global.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/original/2X/e/e489c3b7d8fce19c4b355dd4fc3f88cc39c34b87.png) [@system](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/system)\ **Post date:** [June 28, 1999, 2:41pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poets-needed/6762/5 "1999-06-28T14:41:00Z")
My love for you has transformed me and I am now more Armadillo Than I used to be With more than my share of predators Cracking their teeth on my armor And spitting me onto the pavement Where I send them away with a hard and victorious “Fuck-off” But while I was busy dodging traffic Your spiney fangs pierced My soft underbelly with such Finesse That I didn’t realize I was bleeding Till the droplets tickled my nipples And I’m still not sure if I should laugh or cry But it’s becoming increasingly evident that Armadillos Have a rough go of it either way * * * “I think it would be a great idea” Mohandas Ghandi’s answer when asked what he thought of Western civilization ---
**Author:** ![system](https://global.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/original/2X/e/e489c3b7d8fce19c4b355dd4fc3f88cc39c34b87.png) [@system](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/system)\ **Post date:** [June 29, 1999, 2:27am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poets-needed/6762/6 "1999-06-29T02:27:00Z")
These are really GREAT !!! 🙂 I hope they keep coming * * * Risk looking foolish for love, for your dreams, and for the joy of living… ---
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Shipwreck: Grey rat swims, drowning. Claw reaches, final gesture. Sand. Grateful, mournful, laughing, weeping, Roll over, night sky, breathe. The starfish buzzing perfect harmonies. ---
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1. Through the looking-glass a hazy image I see is it the same one you get when you look at me? I don’t think the image is true doubt clouds my mind both building and fading with the passage of time As the days pass by and the end draws near I long for the day when the image is clear * * * That cat’s something I can’t explain ---
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1. The past is strong It is always there, trying to envelope you but this monster must be cast off and sent screaming to the depths for while you expend all your energies in this struggle the present, the one true companion slips away * * * That cat’s something I can’t explain ---
**Author:** ![system](https://global.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/original/2X/e/e489c3b7d8fce19c4b355dd4fc3f88cc39c34b87.png) [@system](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/system)\ **Post date:** [June 29, 1999, 4:01am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poets-needed/6762/10 "1999-06-29T04:01:00Z")
[http://www.geocities.com/CollegePark/Plaza/5243/my\_poetry.htm](http://www.geocities.com/CollegePark/Plaza/5243/my_poetry.htm) ---
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_S_ It’s been a while since I’ve posted, but I’d sure like to throw something onto the pile here. It is, as of now, untitled. Oh so true that you are not a woman And should you be glad for it! Like the changing moons…shifting tides by far the more complete of pictures Where my body and soul are concerned. Pity those you admire. See all that beauty? Don’t compare her to a summer rose But to a mountain wild flower. For winds blow cold and the pain is great But the rain is sweet and the sun is warm. Living on the brink of despair Living in the midst of peace. Nature is well named dear man. Seasonal in a longer spectrum. She is a woman through to the core. ---
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Hey Tigs! If you really love poetry… here are some wonderful poets to try… the indomitable Ogden Nash (wonderful and hilarious!), e e cummings (of COURSE!..the master of image and determined writing), and something out of the ordinary which is fun is Pome of the Deep Song by Federico Garcia Lorca (Poema Del Cante Jondo)… which is amazing in both the history and it’s own right. * * * Growing old is manditory. Growing wise is optional. ---
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Word Association language without words without worms with out worms with our worms witch our worms witch our words which language languish anguish angst wish anger’s wish angels wish so fleeting. and shifting. words. (Just a little something i wrote when bored in Stats class…) ---
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Shortest poem ever, as told to me by an English Honors teacher(it obeys all laws to qualify as poetry, whatever they are) Fleas (title) Adam Had em ---
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I wrote this one for my boss (Harriet) one Halloween. It comes back to me in times of strife: This is the body of Harriet. Around the office we’ll carry it Until the Board Members scream and their faces turn green And they say we have to bury it. * * * “I hope life isn’t a big joke, because I don’t get it,” Jack Handy ---
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Down Dive down deep inside yourself see the lofty cliffs the black sea crashing on the sharp rocks below a lone figure dangles from the edge you try to help but you are powerless the wind whips through you chilling your body numbness to the bone all you can do is watch and hope. ---
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I must have had a bad day when I wrote that. * * * That cat’s something I can’t explain ---
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Lucifer… 🙂 That poem instantly brought to mind another of mine. Oddly, though there’s very little in common. (another untitled) Settle down, deep down. Don’t stop so close to the surface. There’s so much… oh so much, to see here. I’d offer you it all, but I’m afraid much of it is yours to begin with. Truth be told, you’ll do all the work. I, you want to know of I? I will only watch. Watch as you slip, slide, settle down, deep down. Sigh quiet, peaceful quiet. Take in the scent and let it out. The silence just holds you. It rocks you like none other. Sweet perfume, a mild winter flower, carresses with air. The winds are one touch of heat over your own. Fingers of air. Fingers of air on skin to help you slide, settle, sigh quiet, peaceful quiet. Embrace hope, loving hope. Stretch wide your arms. I’ve had it here forever I sometimes think. Just waiting for your wish, your desire. Pluck the feathers of hope from the air, where the sigh holds it suspended. Gather them and hold them. They brush your neck, your chin. I’ve had them too long. They’re yours when you settle, sigh, embrace hope, loving hope. Fly well, skyward well. Step up off the ground. I’ve never done so, but I’ll watch. I’ll learn. Give this moment, the air, the surrender, to the stillness. And while you fly, I can marvel; wings outspread, feather down, touched by starlight, by sunlight, by earthlight. What an emerald gold on virgin white. Because you’ve the leave to sigh, embrace, fly well, skyward well. * * * Growing old is manditory. Growing wise is optional. ---
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well, I have never actually let anyone read these (oh please be nice) but, here goes… my love for you There’s nothing to be said for it’s all been thought before Words unspoken like mist instead of rain. Can you read my mind, ofr you always said you could I’m blinded by a wall of glass through which I cannot see. I try to deny it and disguise it. My logic like water to a flame cures any confusion I could have. I feel so confused like a person in a river. At times I drift along, but ohters I strain to keep my head above the water. currents gently carry then overtake me. I cannot describe what I feel. It’s like an archer without a target… or a writer with no quill. Like a painter with no paintbrush or a poet with no muse to attempt to explain to thee how I feel- t’would be of no use. my hand Under a crescent moon where lovers have swooned O, visible light, make this night mine If you were the moon, I’d be your stars Can’t you see… without you: I’m empty a candle with no flame a baby with no name I want to feel your touch for you to hold me in your arms to keep me safe from alarm a ripple on a lake the moon reflects… someone’s floating shadows innocent and pure I’ll always want to be sure before you take me hand; be true with me tell me you love me truly for who I am and that with me you long to be then you can have my hand. the cesspool I wanna scream and cry to fit as a child who cannot have her way I am so tired of keeping it inside and silently spiting these circumstances and feelings you have for other than me I wanna hit you and make you hurt and feel the pain my heart does and for once see what it’s worth How can you ignore me I’m tired of trying Mad at you Mad at me For things I think you don’t want to be I’m so tired of crying I can’t pretend to not see so tired and don’t know how much longer these things can be so tired of crying. * * * tipi 🙂 ---
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well, I have never actually let anyone read these (oh please be nice) but, here goes… _ **my love for you** _ There’s nothing to be said for it’s all been thought before Words unspoken like mist instead of rain. Can you read my mind, ofr you always said you could I’m blinded by a wall of glass through which I cannot see. I try to deny it and disguise it. My logic like water to a flame cures any confusion I could have. I feel so confused like a person in a river. At times I drift along, but ohters I strain to keep my head above the water. currents gently carry then overtake me. I cannot describe what I feel. It’s like an archer without a target… or a writer with no quill. Like a painter with no paintbrush or a poet with no muse to attempt to explain to thee how I feel- t’would be of no use. \*\*\* my hand\*\*\* Under a crescent moon where lovers have swooned O, visible light, make this night mine If you were the moon, I’d be your stars Can’t you see… without you: I’m empty a candle with no flame a baby with no name I want to feel your touch for you to hold me in your arms to keep me safe from alarm a ripple on a lake the moon reflects… someone’s floating shadows innocent and pure I’ll always want to be sure before you take me hand; be true with me tell me you love me truly for who I am and that with me you long to be then you can have my hand. _ **the cesspool** _ I wanna scream and cry to fit as a child who cannot have her way I am so tired of keeping it inside and silently spiting these circumstances and feelings you have for other than me I wanna hit you and make you hurt and feel the pain my heart does and for once see what it’s worth How can you ignore me I’m tired of trying Mad at you Mad at me For things I think you don’t want to be I’m so tired of crying I can’t pretend to not see so tired and don’t know how much longer these things can be so tired of crying. * * * tipi 🙂 [Next page](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poets-needed/6762.md?page=2)