Wwow! Your just a veritable fountain of poetry, miss Snicket!:) OOoo, but that first one is so sad.. I suppose, we've all felt that way sometimes, but quite the heart-strings to pluck. 2nd one is better for upbeatedness..:pleased: 3rd seems an accurate diatribe about our modern world, the business culture,- and it's feel of disconnect with anything truly "human" - but then the robots gave us the Internet! I'm only slightly aware of how it works; but as someone once famously said, "any technology sufficiently developed is indistinguishable from magic".:laugh3:Makes one wonder if we'll keep our sanity in the modern world..:glasses::wacko: And the last is quite thought-provoking - daring to ask the questions that we all have at times - politeness over deeper truths.. and how we defer to the former, and hide the latter. Oh well, time stands still for none of us, and best we can do is steer a clear course away from the rocky shoals and the stinging jellyfishes!:sunny:

Great mind you have!!

 

The shell.

Once upon a computer dreary,

while I pondered operating system theory,

thence upon I hit a marvelous shell..

it was pulled shut tight, wedged between rocks

and only showed itself when I would pry..

with clam knife, aha! open, I thought I had it, and then it yelled:

"this program has performed and illegal operation, and (you) will be shut down!"

and thus, the shell won, and will filter feed another day on streaming data from fertile ocean cables, just off the sound..

And mysteries abound..

 

^Lol, what a cute li'l poem! Thanks for the encouragement Charles, I'm not really sure what happened, I just went on a full on writing frenzy!!

 

28° Celcuis

Its icy appearance seems to whisper to me

"Your death shall be a cold one"

The cold and wind blown Autumn morning

Tells me of a dismal day ahead

But I refuse to fall away

And I take full flight

So I can fall with an almighty splash

Into the chill of 28° Celcius

 

100metres of non-stop gliding

Fighting to keep my head above the water

A whistle blows and we all run away

To the warmth of the man-made rain

"What a day it was" cries out my fellow friend,

"A sea of water all to our selves"

Our serine little tropical paradise

Heated to the perfect temperature, of 28° Celcuis

Steaming 45 degrees! (I'll always remember that line from Midnight Oil!)

Funny, I forget that as we approach spring (which seems like forever from this moonscape of winter), you're heading into fall! Well, at least the weather is pleasant in the shower!:thumbsup:

...reminds me of days at the university, with the swim, shower, and then out into the "splash" of cold air outside! Well done Miss Rachel Snicket!!:)

 

(I like that - keep on laughin' mate - it's the only thing you can do for free!))

Here's One from an Ancient Celtic Monk:

Foretell the season. (onset of winter):

 

News I bring:/bells the stag

winter snows,/summer past;

wind high and cold,/low the sun

short it's courts,/seas are strong;

russet bracken,/shape awry,.

wild goose raises/wonted cry;

cold lays hold/on wings of bird

icy time:/this I heard.

 

 

And another Irish Celtic Monk's:

A wall of forest looms above,

and sweetly the blackbird sings;

all the birds make melody

over me and my books and things.

 

There sings to me the cuckoo

from bush-citadel in gray hood.

God's doom! May the Lord protect me,

writing well, under the great wood.

Here's a poem about a falling out I've had all week:

 

I say 'Hello', you walk straight past me

And so, I sit with another friend

I wait, you say not a single word

I stumble, when I try to make myself heard

 

Who's the girl? Is she your friend?

Yes I know, I'm superficial...

But hey, you didn't blink once

When I, waved to you last Thursday

 

I tried to call, you shut me out

You lied, and stole my treasures

And now, I can not sleep

What happened, to what you called 'us'

great poems Miss Snicket specially An Industrial Power and The Lie.

:thumbsup:

Rachael, you have some very soul-bearing poetry - I think we've all gone through that.. Not much for condolences, but if it helps, you're not alone.

 

& ariadnasquire, that's a most truth-telling saying! If only politics were about real debates over ideas, experiences, and factual, substantive matters! Alas, all we ever seem to get here is personality selling and wordsmithing!

But I have looked deeper into the looking-glass just as you have, and it is very telling...

 

 

 

 

Pomes.

 

The spirit of the bird within us all

Flies highest on the updrafts of humanity's

joy in living; harmony.

may we one day soar again

in the warm spring breezes.

and down below, only toys

on the patches of Earth's quilt.

^Thanks Charles. It's been a rough week and I often write my exact thoughts when I write poetry, so it all comes out as very emotional.

 

^^Thankyou Ari!! I'm so glad someone with such a talent for poetry likes something I wrote!

 

And she dreams...

I'm on a train to the Newtown, a whole new world

I see outside my window, a lonely girl

She hasn't got a family to wait for

Or a friend to greet

But she's makin' her way 'round the world

With her own two feet

 

The guard blows his whistle and the girl is left behind

But a smile on her face, is one of a kind

She's dreaming of a new life,

All over again

A life that begins,

With the next schedualed train

 

 

 

(I think I spelt schedualed wrong :tongue:)

great one Miss Snicket... wait i just realized that you are Rachael? I missed you, I was off for a couple of months.

 

me talented?... i'll have to begin to believe it as many people tell me that. btw your talent made me write again, that thread is good to make me be creative again. :) but my last two new poems are pretty simple...

 

@chuck kottke: is your comment about my siggy? :uhoh: if now i don't understand what you said.

Lol, yeah, It's me Rach. I changed my name cus I was sickof people calling me Emma (as fun as it was)

 

A.J.

A cat, as it seems, is a serene creature.

Purring endlessly is it's main feature.

Her fur is as soft as the mid-summer clouds.

And her mew is almost, never to loud.

 

But I know of one cat, who refuses to be,

Much the same as most cats are to me.

It seems that nagging may be her only ideal.

I would ship her off to China if I could get a good deal!

 

Yet, this horrid thing inhabits my home.

But her dream is to run away and roam.

She dreams constantly, yearning to be set free.

And to come home at 6pm every night, waiting for her tea.

 

(Can AJ be a girls name?)

sleepy response

 

^Thanks Charles. It's been a rough week and I often write my exact thoughts when I write poetry, so it all comes out as very emotional.

 

^^Thankyou Ari!! I'm so glad someone with such a talent for poetry likes something I wrote!

 

And she dreams...

I'm on a train to the Newtown, a whole new world

I see outside my window, a lonely girl

She hasn't got a family to wait for

Or a friend to greet

But she's makin' her way 'round the world

With her own two feet

 

The guard blows his whistle and the girl is left behind

But a smile on her face, is one of a kind

She's dreaming of a new life,

All over again

A life that begins,

With the next schedualed train

 

 

 

(I think I spelt schedualed wrong :tongue:)

On my last hurrah for the evening:sleeping::sleeping::sleeping:...

exact thoughts are the most sincere - I like your poetry!:) Scheduled sedges slip silently off to sleep!:):sleeping2::sleeping2::sleeping2:

When you got to go, you got to go

You can't stand still on freedom's track

If you don't go forward, you go back

You can't giddyup by saying Whoa

And sitting on you status quo.

 

Pins and Needles - Harold Rome.

^I like that poem. I like that poem a lot. It'll be running round my head for sometime now.

 

Thanks for your words of kindess about my poetry...I really am very amatuer and what I write is often very raw and well, all over the place.

Your poems are exceptional in their vivid description of the setting and circumstances Miss Snicket!;) It's a sensitive subject, to relate how someone feels, and how we see through observation what someone is thinking - and you are very good at doing just that - good work!

 

 

 

Thanks again, it really is this ongoing support from you that keeps me writing :D.

 

Speaking of which, I'm itching to write something but I really can't put pen to paper...maybe I'll feel more 'productive' later :cool:

You're most welcome! Keep up the bard's work in the outback there!:)

i wrote this one, i hope you'll like even if i don't have a good level;

 

 

I think I saw you before,

laying in that corner,

and you said to me you were trying to remember

Something you can’t ignore

 

I think I told you something

About this poor life we’re rejecting

It was so insane that I don’t even remember

Something full of pains but almost tender

 

I think I saw you before

I think I saw you before

But is it just a dream, a dream

That's beautiful...to be able to write in a different language and write well is a talent.

 

My ears are ringing

My heart is racing

The music is louder

And louder and louder

 

I am in a sea

Of one thousand little me's

All running around

and around and around

 

Then everything is a bliss

A blind happiness

The dust blinds us all

Us all, us all

love that poem.... perfect combination of length and effect ^^

Eleven

 

Anonymously submitted,

Subconsciously committed,

Unorganized priorities,

Redundant opportunities,

Annual obligation,

Duplicate presentation,

Psychological reproduction,

Inability to function,

Spiritual decay,

Societies prey,

My heart still beats of freedom

Numb.

 

Numerical Ruminations

 

One is the loneliest number, but fits all the rest

Two is a pair, but pairs are best served sliced, leaving each half one;

Three could be a tree with ones for branches,

But trees have forks, which brings us to four

Four is two by two, or three and a friend. Four is the seasons, without end..

Five's wild, the dice with dot corners and one eye centers..

Sixes crawl like bulldozer treads, or lines up strait in an engine..

and Seven's just lucky to have one as a friend, else it's indivisible, as luck would have it..

Eight takes the bait, and splits easily; but evens the odds with two four's, or four two's..

Nine has the iron on the green,

and Ten is but two hands, waiting for commands from the brain..

Which says Eleven stands tall but odd, having one on each side, yet only has room for itself and it's one friend, one.

great ones Alhem, Rachael, Terry and Chuck kottke. ;)

ohh thanks Bea

 

i wrote this another one:

 

diving in an open book, drowning in your lies

drop to drop your hope starts to desapear

after all these mistakes, you fall on despair

though, invincible, you thought you were

ohh thanks Bea

 

i wrote this another one:

 

diving in an open book, drowning in your lies

drop to drop your hope starts to desapear

after all these mistakes, you fall on despair

though, invincible, you thought you were

short one, but i like it too. ;) very good. :thumbsup:

ah yes it's short because nothing else came after these four lines:D

 

thanks again

ohh thanks Bea

 

i wrote this another one:

 

diving in an open book, drowning in your lies

drop to drop your hope starts to desapear

after all these mistakes, you fall on despair

though, invincible, you thought you were

How true about our very nature! We all have moments when we think we are invincible; and then reality strikes us a blow.. Good to ruminate on.;)

 

 

UNDERCURRENTS:

The Drum was not soft, and all echoed it's beat

Leaving the fife resting in the street.

Tanners' beat, but who's hide would it be?

In the narrow streets of old Babylon;

Gravedigger's cry that earth move no more

as Heaven would not budge from top to the floor

(it was not a walk of cake, and nor could it ever be,)

For in those streets of Babylon, one cannot lead, but must wait

for the fife to sunder it's tune aloft

as only the street will call their tune

that echoes onward well into June...