Poetry... I do a little.

[Christ]

I wrote this one tonight after mentally making a list of tasks I have ahead of me for the next couple days:

Death can Wait
I know of a man; Too busy to die
He woke each day to more chores on his mind
For each Score he worked, not a minute of rest
He surely would grind himself to his death
He took not a breath, break, nor a bow
Ne'er did he wipe the sweat from his brow
His hands they were rough and worn from the labor
All this toil, not ever a favor
Death knocked at my door, and I told him to wait
Work's left undone, can't die on this day!

I'll post more as I get the feeling for it if anyone's interested.

People reading: Please don't steal my stuff. It's just plain rude, and I have dated copies of all of it anyway, so I'll win.

[Frank Lee]

p- p- poetry. Paranoimia

[luvit]

Originally Posted by Frank Lee

p- p- poetry. Paranoimia

frank, your's is like a haiku, but different.

[gone-ot]

...me too:

"Hickery, dickery, dock; Three mice ran up the clock.

The clock struck one, but, the other two got away OK.

Hickery, dickery, dock."

[Frank Lee]

Originally Posted by luvit

frank, your's is like a haiku, but different.

Not mine. Belongs to Art of Noise.

[bgd73]

I am terrible with poetry.
I am terrible with art.
Seems too slow to me,
it is not my heart.
As it turns out,
I am a tiny human being,
I'd rather shout
send people fleeing.
and what I like to say,
it is already written.
Like the common pray
avoid getting bitten.

Every once and awhile, a singer sings, if it means not being in the top ten hip hop passing the tiger woods "player of the year award"

here is some david ford:

Sweet dreams, all met with derision
This train, it was armed for collision
It's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame

Clap your hands in the sparkle and glitter
Shake your heads at the twisted and bitter
Oh, they don't know how lucky they are

Foot down for the alienation
Look on as your love, it gets lost in translation
To a language that nobody understands

But there are smiles as they erode and corrupt you
Of the great expectations you could never live up to
We are lost, we are lost, we are lost

Get your coat, because the righteous are leaving
Because they can't work out what the hell to believe in
It's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame

No abandon, no heartfelt desire
No love could be worth getting fired
For real, it's surreal, it's so real

So paint over the cracks and then cover
What you thought was the worst-ever pain with another
And the first one, it always comes free

How they love you, so cold and so vicious
With friends like these, well, who needs politicians
The first one, it always comes free
They tell you heroin tastes like ice cream

Clever men know all that and all this
And they will talk and they will talk and they don't ****ing listen
It's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame

It's no life, but God, it's a living
Come on, Jesus Christ, come back, all is forgiven
We are lost, we are lost, we are lost

Have no fear of the state of the nation
Let the facts have no bearing on public relations
It's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame

What a model of Christian behaviour
Preach on with the message of "Go **** thy neighbour"
It's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame
A shame, it's a shame

Watch your step by the crowd of fanatics
While they kill in the name of applied mathematics
And you hate the system even though you invented it
Go kill your brothers and claim self defense of it
Picking up all the secrets and the tricks to being
One of the guys whom the **** never sticks to
Take your seats for the final calamity
Don't you look so serious, hell, what can the matter be?
Another day and the rot's getting faster
And all the machines started killing their master
It's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame
It's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame
It's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame
It's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame

[Johnny Mullet]

Here is one I wrote................

Reflections

Look into a mirror and what do you see?
A reflection of you? A reflection of me?

Now go beyond what you see with your eyes,
Because what you see may be telling you lies.

You may see something that looks like your face,
But far beyond that, there is another place.

A place where dreams may come to life,
A place where pain cuts like a knife.

A place where love makes you feel joy,
A place where evil waits to destroy.

Reflections of goodness that makes you feel right,
Reflections of darkness that makes you feel fright.

This place of reflections is not hard to find,
This place of reflections is just in your mind.

When you look in a mirror and feel some detection,
You have nothing to fear, it's just your reflection.

[Cd]

Good stuff guys.

[luvit]

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