# 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:** 2
**Author:** ![system](https://global.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/original/2X/e/e489c3b7d8fce19c4b355dd4fc3f88cc39c34b87.png) [@system](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/system)\ **Post date:** [July 1, 1999, 6:17am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poets-needed/6762/21 "1999-07-01T06:17:00Z")
oops…sorry bout that! * * * tipi 🙂 ---
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## “Being that of Rust in a polished landscape” Silence is Golden and my word is gold to others This thought pounds in my head in the darkness in the alley in the dark of the town Knowing the only floor is the one I crawl on cardboard to hands Knowing the only roof I have is the roof of my mouth that my heart hits against And I look and I see a Monster And I frown and squint And I see The Monster is me ---
**Author:** ![system](https://global.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/original/2X/e/e489c3b7d8fce19c4b355dd4fc3f88cc39c34b87.png) [@system](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/system)\ **Post date:** [July 1, 1999, 6:39am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poets-needed/6762/23 "1999-07-01T06:39:00Z")
Dream a Darling Little Dream Oh, dream a darling little dream… Of velvet dew atop the grass, That dances back the moon’s fair light And traps the stars beneath it’s glass. Or dream of meadows, sweet and green Adorned with purple columbine, And there take refuge from the rush And leave your worried life behind. Find peace among the daffodills And let your heart skip free and wild; There’s simple joy in daisy fields - Come, be this night a carefree child! Oh, dream a darling little dream… And walk among the stars tonight! Turn loose the burdens of the day And on the wings of hope take flight. Glide weightlessly across the sky - Fall sweetly to the cloud’s embrace - Let starlight bathe your skin with love, While moonbeams kiss your sleeping face. Feel midnight’s breeze caress your hair Like falling petals, soft and mild; There’s simple joy in pale moon light - Come, be this night a carefree child! Oh, dream a darling little dream… And lay aside the greys of life! For soon enough the day will start - Time now to melt away the strife. Hold fast the rainbow in your hands And bind it’s colors to your heart; Drink deeply every fragrant shade And give your soul a fresh new start. Find solace in each vibrant hue And know the eyes of God have smiled; There’s simple joy in blues and greens - Come, be this night a carefree child! Oh, Darling - dream a little dream… And do not haste too soon to wake! Tomorrow’s sun will warm your life And then you’ll choose which path to take. But now, rest gentle through the night, And if, by chance, some need there be For caring heart to dream by you, Then dream a little dream of me. And let it take us where it will - Where we’ll not be by life beguiled. There’s simple joy in sharing dreams - Come, be this night a carefree child! * * * \>\>\>\>\>\>\>\>\>\>\>\>\>\>\>-(o)-\<\<\<\<\<\<\<\<\<\<\<\<\<\<\< Life is a tapestry. Each new day brings with it the opportunity to sew by word and deed within the heart of someone around us. Let us choose our colors with care. ---
**Author:** ![system](https://global.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/original/2X/e/e489c3b7d8fce19c4b355dd4fc3f88cc39c34b87.png) [@system](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/system)\ **Post date:** [July 2, 1999, 1:50am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poets-needed/6762/24 "1999-07-02T01:50:00Z")
Speaking my mind By: Cow God Yelling really hard vocals chords hurt sweat beading temperature rising body overwhelmed anger unleashed feelings revealed smirks taken off heads turned SILENCE Damn, that felt good! Bob By:Cow God Do you know what you did? Of course! Hurting me that way! Wanting to kill, wanting you dead! Leaving me be, letting go of the fray you did not. You raped my mind. You butchered my heart. You are lost, I cannot find your soul. Running away hard, I cannot get away. Liberate my madness. I show the way, as you stay and I leave real fucking fast. YOU By: Cow God What did I do to deserve all of this? Close the damn door as you piss! Finger your ass again, please… and wipe my arm after you sneeze. You tall and lanky sun burnt freak! I know who you are you little sneak! Somebody explain this, is this a joke? These lies, this charade you spoke! Work, the undercover operation! Again, and again, it is you I shun. The extra job? LIE Feelings for your wife? LIE I’d rather see you dead, then in my mother’s bed. You sly thing, almost got your wish… Just keep praying, you little bitch, that I don’t get mine! Then we’ll see who’s feeling fine… (If you want to learn more about my poetry- see my “Forgiveness” Thread in GQ) ---
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From my angst-ridden youth Love me with your company Woo me as a friend I want your bright hilarity In this darkest land The pain of black misanthropy Its distorting fog Warps the visions that I see Keens my saddened song. Dreamin passioned lunacy With faces still unmet A growing black malignancy: Desire which has no let Love me with your company Woo me as a friend Your presence chases pain from me Your songs do my heart mend. * * * Mastery is not perfection but a journey, and the true master must be willing to try and fail and try again ---
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Free Reality swirls in front of me Sparkling color is all that I see all of the world is fading to night everything, that is, except for me Life’s passing by frame by frame going by too fast to see a replay of things much the same as those happening presently Rhyme and Reason are floating away the universe in entering slow decay Pierced by a single glowing ray Frightened by this, I turn away As my eyes close, retreating from the endlessness My vision sways and I home in on what, I cannot guess but be a swirling vortex with my soul as its fee I become one with the universe now I can see all the questions that once eluded me laid open like breakers on the roaring sea I expand to infinity, there and beyond all encompassing, forever, Free ---
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A recent foray into the world of cybersex inspired these limericks: There once was a fellow named Dick Who was chatting it up with some chick When he read “Are you gay?.. I don’t go that way!” Oops…he’d PC’d the wrong nick! In chatrooms I’ve seen groping & griping; I’ve seen joking and jiving; snooping and sniping. I’ve seen good and bad writers And lovers and fighters And some damn fine one-handed typing! There once was a fellow named Kent Who had an unusual bent. Said to girls “Are you bi?” Most replied “No, not I.” And instead of coming, they went. There once was a fellow named Jaz Who cybered with lots of pizzazz. But he felt real absurd When he misspelled a word: She said “Funk me? Are you some kinda spaz?” Jaz was a guy quite verbose Who with a lady got very close. But when he threw in a kink She was gone in a blink, Saying: “That’s not sexy, that’s gross.” To get real with the lust they were nursin’ Two cyberlovers met up in person. But when he whipped out his weenie She exclaimed “My, how teeny!” Which of course only made matters worsen. Hope I didn’t offend anyone. ---
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## an old house washed out in the flood no walls the birch make curtains, windows, ceiling all the while my soul is reeling in the peace in the wild-eyed empty peace of silence Ignorance The more I learn, the more I learn to doubt. The more I doubt, the less I Know. All I’ve really learned is I don’t know what to Know. ---
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Through the sleepless nights the mind starts to drift beginning that backwards journey opening the bottemless rift Searching the barren landscape for something to touch and hold but nothing solid can be seen except the darkness and cold Suddenly in the void, shapes appear forms you can’t quite make out They remind you of your yesterdays and fill you with creeping Doubt And now, from somewhere, a dull glow illuminates these silouhettes of fire casting shadows on all you see the flickering flames grow higher ## Just when you can make out the faces of these ghosts from your past you bolt upright in your bed to a gray morning to a pale sun rising fast That cat’s something I can’t explain ---
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The first two were written while I was pregnant, the last two were written after Bowen was born… OK, so they’re “mommy poems”… BLOOD & FECES If emotions could take form and physical discomfort could, too, they’d become soldiers and horses, battling monotony and non-gestational routine. They’d scream their war cries, trample your innards and allow everything you love to make you ouchy and nauseous. Brief spoils would be found in tiny squirms and kicks, and then, when all seemed serene, with a powerful rush of blood and feces, another battle would begin. –Christina D. Sanders 3/11/98 FOUR WEEKS Wish I could Read my mind sometimes Clairvoyance might Help me discover How I feel. Overwhelmed by a Sudden responsibility To be “adult” all I want is rest. Morning sickness comes At cocktail hour, and I have to wonder… “Can my breasts possibly hurt anymore?” My back feels like Dumbo’s landing pad My head doubles as a drum. Gestation is fun like A scalping Or a root canal And I’ve only been pregnant a month Yet, upon every half-hour I see visions of my Perfect angel-child and I can read my mind. I feel at peace, like a goddess. I feel warm, my little one’s Security blanket. And then, Of course, I feel nauseous. –Christina D. Sanders 8/2/97 EXTENSION OF ME Routine is incredible… He looks at me as A goddess He revels in me. Takes assurance from me I am his reason for living And he is mine. This creature, this spectacle of perfection. I am lost without him useless, worthless He is my air, my blood, the very soul of me. Attempts at envisioning a prior life fail. I was nothing then I am in awe of him… his body, his face, his angry screams and delighted cries of joy. I belong to him, he to me we are one, almost, least, we were… He is his own, I am merely a spectator Watching, cheering, cherishing Every precious second. His brilliance- it amazes me and his awesome strength- I cannot believe my own eyes. My gaze - never strays far from him even as he sleeps. I can’t help but watch as he dreams and smiles breathes, softly then heavily, alternation as quickly as his moods. and when I hold him he curls in close as space allows and his breath on my neck creates such powerful overwhelming feelings of love and need - I don’t ever want us to be apart. He is my rock, yet he’s unaware of my need for him. He knows only that I am steadfast - that I am HIS rock, in fact that I am his mommy and that I love him wholly My beautiful son - my precious perfect, wonderful, angelic son. Christina D. Sanders 8/21/98 THE SUN He sits busy blissfully unaware that his world is crumbling that his sky is falling Intent on turning his pages Whirling his shapes He’s a sponge Absorbing everything he sees Squishing out his new Knowledge in jibberish. He’s the sun Bright and light and “all gone” at night. I worship him But I cannot hold This blackened sky Rage strikes me blind And I grow weary of Putting back the pieces Of our world. In my moment of strength As he sits, busy I vow that bliss Shall be ours Let fall the blackened sky. I will emerge the victor, He will be… THE SUN. -Christina D. Sanders (date unknown) PS: That last one was written during a particularly rocky time in my marriage… everything’s ok, now 🙂 ---
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The above post SAYS that it was submitted by Neobican, but it wasn’t really… it was me! I hit the tab key when I shouldn’t have, so when I browser-backed my way back to the reply form, I didn’t notice that it had automatically reset Byron’s username and password, which he has stored. That makes for kind of a pain in the ass, since I don’t think to check for things like that all the time, but anywho… I didn’t want to credit my poetry to someone else, even if that someone else is my husband… 🙂 Sorry to interrupt! ---
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I am absolutely in AWE of you folks! Unfortunately I haven’t been able to get online all week, (stupid ISP grrrr) but I have spent a blissful hour now reading, laughing, sighing, and smiling 🙂 I have one my husband wrote about 8yrs ago…he said I could share it. Beware the mind, for it does not speak Beware the mouth, for it does not think Beware the conscience, for it hears to well The lies of the soul, who has stories to tell Listen to your inner self ~ for he’s the only one who knowsthe true meaning of destiny the nearer it grows Don’t watch for signs ~ they’ll never appear until it’s to late; then you’re no longer here You spend your days hoping while the world goes by ~ you’re frightened; you won’t even give it a try Pile your sorrow, your hate, your fears and all your miseries suffered through years Now put them away and open your eyes to the one who will help you soar to the sky A difference can be, it’s all up to you Fear not, you’ll do well in whatever you do. * * * Risk looking foolish for love, for your dreams, and for the joy of living… ---
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Some bad poetry by me: Swiftly I climb, Striving, yearning for the summit, Higher and higher until I finally reach the peak… And I die the little death… And I fall, gently, slowly, into the warm, numb pool of contentment. (Then nine months later: ) Burst naked into hard, cold light, Screaming at the crazy flood of sound. Feel the calm, silent caress, the gentle touch, the blissful smell of Mother. Drink deeply. Fall into placidness. ---
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Lawrence is no poet, so he isn’t even going to try to submit…however, he admires everyone’s balls or ovaries who has contributed poetry to this thread. Some of it is damn good, and Tenn’s limericks are excellent. Keep this thread going, guys, it’s well worth it. ---
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I have to share this poem my 10 year old daughter wrote tonight. ``` July ``` When the last spark of sun drops below the trees And all the signs of the days fun go faster than the breeze Thw wind blows our flag softly As I sit here writing Beat! Beat! goes our flag The waves of the pool inviting me to come, but instead I drag the towel to the bench, and then I sighed But soon I wrench My head upward and the fireworks cried! My eyes fill with tears As my heart fills with joy And then the bright spears of red streak the sky A ball of fire as fragile as a toy July night fireworks! A piercing cry of fireworks- In July ---
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While I was walking yesterday I met a unicorn With gilded hooves and snowy mane And golden spiraled horn. I ran back home to tell my mom - She beat me for the lie So when we met again today I punched him in the eye * * * sosumi ---
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I sit upon the grass and think Of things that I have seen Of robin’s eggs and bluebird’s nests Of rock and tree and stream. I sit beneath the trees and think Of things I’ll never see Of mountain lakes and deep dark caves And shores beyond the sea. I sit beside the fire and think Of when I’ll never be Of someday when a spring will come That I shall never see. * * * sosumi ---
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Thanks…all I needed was a nudge. Geneticists say how one leans Ain’t shaped by one’s rearing, books, or screens. I don’t know DNA But this I can say: It depends on whose rear’s in the jeans. (the idea for the following is not original: it was a lame old joke…but I think it works as a limerick) The newlyweds hardly took time to speak. For 6 straight days their bed did creak. Asked why they stopped then, Hubby said with a grin: “7 days would make a hole weak.” There once was a good-looking fellow Who drank booze to stay nice and mellow. He got many a date But they never stayed late: His liver was hard, but his lover was Jello. ---
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This was my sad (in more ways than one) attempt at writing blues lyrics. Evening Roadside Blues Slow walk down a long road and the sun is sinking low I been walkin’ for hours but I got nowhere to go The world’s gettin’ dark around me the sky’s turned a blazing red ain’t got no place in this world to call home no soft place to lay my head It seems I’m wastin’ my precious time Cause it’s all I got to spend For now I’ll just sit and share the evening with the sunset, my only friend Even that friend’s leaving shortly and soon it will be gone leaving me to sit by this lonesome road to think about my blues alone If you see my girl, you tell her to come back, it’ll be all right she can find me by the lonsome road winding through the darkening night * * * That cat’s something I can’t explain ---
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Okay. This is kinda impromptu because I was in the mood, so keep in mind that it has not been revised or anything. And be nice, please; I am not good at expressing my feelings. (However, I am willing to accept criticism if it is put in a nice sounding way.) “Enemy of Mine” Fragile, not enough. My mind, heart, pride, Grows with you And so stretches And becomes t h i n. Knowledge, security, sureness Escapes me I am blind ## Your swords, Your cradles. Die, foul crouton! [Previous page](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poets-needed/6762.md?page=1) [Next page](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/poets-needed/6762.md?page=3)