FF:NSW Poet's Corner

---Steps out of the shadows once again to offer her five cent's-worth.---

Hmmm, a limit? A scary prospect if you don't mind me saying so. Placing a quota on art?

But onto the practising what you preach thing... A fair comment, though I would like it known that I did not comment previously due to the lack of other personages doing so. What can I say? I'm prepared to be a leader unless it's in a situation that I really don't see the need for me to do so and then I shall be a sheep through and through...

Sooooo... Comments...

Unplaced Poet~
Wow... I particularly like the one starting "The clouds misted
And hazed.
The feeling was relaxed"

Killer Ewok~
The Puppet's Lament is ... incredible also.

Poet~
"In a state of contemplation
I hold on to mitigation
Of the painful lamentation
Of the blunder on my part."
This poem is clever and insightful. (I'm running out of adjectives here)

I have to say that I am truly astounded by the talent that arose here. It seems that if someone were to wander past and read some of these, tey could quite possibly make it into compilations like the International Library of Poetry publish...

DeadPoet~
What can I say? Your writing is far too like my own... Be gone with you and your better writing than I...

Sith-Gecko~
Bravo! Thank you for making this place!!!

---Arty-type hugs dispensed to one and all.
Continental kisses for those who like to sit and drawl.
A song starting from the back of the room,
Tears and anguish will be shed all too soon.---

---Sith Witch steps back and is embraced by the shadows once again.---

EDIT: nag darned typos...

 

You've plundered
you've slain
you've taken all that you can.

You've stolen
you betrayed
'til it's normal again.

You've broken
you've tricked
you cheated who cared.

You've ripped
you've teared
'til my soul and bones are bared.

When the will to live
is stronger than of that to die,
when the taste of blood
is fresh on your tongue,
when i'm out of reach
and you need me the most - I won't be found.

You've twisted
you've angered
'til it means nothing to you.

You've slandered
you've gossiped
'til you're shut in too...

 

Seeking my path, looking for where to go,
I call out for an answer to those that may,
A heed to my call, from the depths below,
I find myself in audience before Baphomet.

One by one, his chorus glides,
From out the shadows,
The depths where they reside,
To tell where my path goes.

First the Fool,

Vaguely staring,
His thoughts unsharing,
A reflection of the foolish ignorance in my soul,
For deliverance from that mindset I call.

Next the Magician,

Showing me my lifes past,
Hinting at what lies ahead,
Telling me my earthly woes won't last,
If only my lifes burdens I will shed.

From her throne The High Priestess summons,

Showing me the person within,
The masks my outer self will bear,
To do this is no sin,
Unless my true self I'll never share.

With the presence of power, the Empress makes herself known,

Looking upon me from on high,
A figurehead, a representation if you will,
I try to meet her eye,
From this one, my thoughts cannot hide.

The Empress steps aside, and the Emperor is carried in,

The soldier, the warrior from on high,
He is but the puppet of another,
His injuries worn with pride,
Yet he is controlled by his mother.

The Hierophant is here,

With eyes of murderous intent he gazes,
His message lost in the terror he exudes,
I try with all my wits to see through the hazes,
yet his true meaning, my mind eludes.

With soft sounds of moaning, I hear The Lovers embrace,

With their cries of bliss and torment,
The double edged sword of pleasure and pain,
I see in their love a bittersweet sacrament,
Much to lose, much to gain.

With the thunder of hooves and the sound of wheels, the Chariot approaches,

Only briefly stopping to explain,
How much of life has flown by,
While on the path oppurtunities have lain,
Unnoticed as I flash beyond sight.

Silently, moving with sure stride, I find Strength waiting by my side,

In his countenance I see,
All the things I've ever wanted to be,
Yet hidden behind, Only now I find,
The anguish Strength leaves.

The next I am sent to find, for he is not one to appear,
For these gatherings, The Hermit doth fear,

Hiding behind his mask, his public countenance if you will,
I meet the man who hides his fears,
For his own lifes meaning he'll not spill,
Only very rarely, and only to those dear.

I come back to the audience chamber to find the Wheel of Fortune has been set for me to turn.

I spin the wheel, this way then that,
For the chance, my life I'll risk,
Wait on a number, a drawing from the hat,
To have a shot or be shot, so long as it's swift.

From on his white horse, Justice arrives.

Trumpeting his presence,
Here to set things right,
But this he cannot answer,
What is Justice, for those of the night?

From out the shadows shambles a sad, gloom ridden creature,
The Hanged Woman now holds the floor.

Strapped, tied and laid out,
Her life nor actions her own,
She gazes at me with awe inspiring clout,
To tell of the outlook I've shown.

A cold cold wind blows, the others step back, a darkness falls across the chamber,
Death is here...

My life it has changed, and will change again,
I've faced Death in his own domain before,
And emerged with nothing to lose, much to gain,
With him, I'll forever share raport.

The chamber it bends, a being forcing it's structural change,
Alchemy steps forward.

To have a thing and need it changed,
Has been my lifes lament,
In all the changes I've arranged,
I've never admitted to intent.

Silence falls, a wistful respect, for the being before me now is the Devil.

With a showman's flourish, a magicians sleight of hand,
He tempts me with offers of anothers flesh,
But to partake would be to join his band,
Of lost souls twisted in their regret.

My gaze is drawn up, into the clouds, to behold The Tower.

Standing in this world, looking up at my dream,
I see the summit, yet is it what it seems?
Lost in the clouds, hidden from view,
And in between, the obstacles to go through.

A light burning brightly, an intense bu

 

Comments on the poem above.....

First impressions. Wow, clever symbolism, very mythical and archetypal. I was pretty sure it was from tarot cards and as it turns out I was right. There's a sense of life suspended for justice. I like the chorus concept. The best bit is the question at the end, it prevents a sense of closure and forces the reader to reflect on the poem. I like.

 

One of mine that some of you have seen before, and some have even heard a version sung by our band:

The Mind's Eye.

In my mind, I clearly saw,
The fighting of a mighty war,
Sides not good, nor wholly bad,
But both wore faces that seemed glad,
To be fighting in this horrid battle,
And as I watched I heard the rattle,
Of combatants shaking swords
whilst also they were shouting words,
That were lost in what was to follow:
The battle charge: an attempt so hollow.

As I stood transfixed in that place,
I looked at every passing face,
And with ever-growing fear did see,
That every single face was me.
The different aspects of my mind,
Fought to rule the other kind.
I saw that both sides knew the cost,
Of what would happen if they lost,
For them it was anything but a game,
And the fear for me was just the same.

For one brief moment did I think,
To change events, and make a link,
With one of the warring sides,
But neither of them would confide,
In me, for t'was I they were fighting
Over. I still can see the archers lighting
Arrows, the Knights with their sabres,
Which cut through other men like paper,
All of this was in my name,
And I did feel a sudden shame.

I decided then and there:
"never give in to my despair".
I walked from that wretched place
And only once did turn to face
The battlefield, and was shocked to see,
That in my act, I found the key,
To stopping the conflicting sides
And not letting any part of mind
Win, but with both alive and well,
I had broken my mind's spell.

 

Thank you Enna, it was an idea I had going through my brain for the last few days, only when I had finished writing it, then posted did I realise I had in fact given myself a reading, not my original intent with the deck, but I think it works better that way than a mere description of the cards depiction.

Jedi Master Kieca, I too can relate to the battle field known to children as the stocktake sales, that brought back some unpleasant memories of being in a crush...

Killer Ewok, Your puppet poem was fantastic, a being demanding control over his own life, if only to end it...

Poet, Your words flow, and speak much more than I believe you intended to say,

Unplaced Poet, The angst in which your mood at times lies in your words is entrancing,

Sith Witch, Yes our styles are similar, but better? no, just reflections of the same themes we both hold in our lives, But I think you already knew that...

And Enna, very nice, and clear imagery.

Thats all for now, I think I'll let others post for a while...

 

shadowed be my heart
a place without light
where am i to start?

To talk of the bleak
that resides insides
sends a cataclysm
through the heart blind

to talk is meaningless
do you care about me?
i think not, to dress
yourself in scorn, but
what of the invisable.
those who are desparate
for a piece. a piece?
what piece can you give
to those who covert
that which you seem,
but not to me, to have?

 

Alrighty. Time for the Gecko Report ...

Well, I like all poems here. I'll post by username, because of the multiple poems. If I miss you out, it's because I'm tired. So my sincerest apologies *bows low*

Jenna - your poems are excellent, as I've said before. Imagery is great, and in the first poem posted, I can really identify with the situation. Your portrayal of the situation is very acurate.

UnplacedPoet - your poems paint with words, and have a sense of texture about them. Again, imagery is used briliantly by you.

Piggles - you already know I think your stuff rules. But yours are very descriptive of the subject matter.

JMK - I REALLY liked your poem about the sales. Oh-so true - I remember being lost in the sales as a kid. Comical, and tells the story brilliantly, with excellent language.

TheDeadPoet - Wow. Your stuff has such symbolism! Cryptic in many ways, also - your poems can be interpreted in a lot of different ways.

Lord K - Though I've read your stuff before, it's always nice to read again. you get your message across clearly, and portray your subject well.

KE - The Puppet's Lament. Very cool title - and the poem was wondefully crafted. Your rhyming was good, also, and conveying the idea was carried out well.

Poet - Interesting rhyming pattern. Similar to the Rhyme in Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven", yes? Your poem seems very from-the-heart.

Sith Witch - I REALLY like your poems, because of the subject matter, and ... yes, again ... the imagery. I really like the imagery. Stories are also told well, and you have a distinct eerie feeling to your works.

And last, but not least ... PM.
Your stuff is great, of course. Metaphors, metaphors! Riddled with them! And all put to very good use. I love the rhyming and rhythm, too - very good and fluent use of that.

 

Now to post one of my own works ...

"Individuality"

You left me behind
For I don?t fit your loop
For one of my kind
Contaminates your group.

Drag me to the ground
And tear at my self-worth
Assail me like a hound
Spill my blood on the earth.

You know you?ll not confine
The part that makes me strong
The part of me that?s mine
Will endure forever long.

I have a trait that your
Blind eyes still cannot see
An asset, not a flaw
Individuality

 

i like that one Sith-G, reminds me of school days.
i don't write, but i like to read.

"I Like For You to be Still"
By Pablo Neruda

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,
and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you.
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.

As all things are filled with my soul
you emerge from the things, filled with my soul.
You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,
and you are like the word Melancholy.

I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.
It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove.
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:
Let me come to be still in your silence.

And let me talk to you with your silence
that is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.
You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations.
Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid.

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,
distant and full of sorrow as though you had died.
One word then, one smile, is enough.
And I am happy, happy that it's not true.

 

Opening my eyes and looking down at me
I see what you did, the tracks of irony

Trailing down my face and through my skin
So now I look to you, how is this to begin?

I don't believe what you say anymore
Isn't this just a sign that I'm another score

This tune you play, this beat you keep
You pull my strings to make me weep

And within this meager and mortal coil
I'll accept your pain and watch my fall

I have little choice but to play your game
I have little choice but to stay the same

You saw to this when you kissed me last
You saw the change take over so fast

Smiling from your ivory tower
You're free of this, this dangerous power

But I'll not run with wolves and bats
I'll not feed off man or rats

You can make me walk the darkened way
But how long do you think I'll choose to stay?

 

Oh my gosh, that's very powerful.

*lapses into stunned silence*

 

Just a few short ones.

A fresh white page,
bright light shining down.
The potential for praise or mediocrity lies within my pen.



Mellowing Arvo

A muted hum, the
buzzing of many mechanical bees.
Steady rhythmic pulsing.


Goosebumps

Waves of sensation washing
across once-smooth skin;
the twitch of many muscles.

Ghosts dancing on the future.

 

---Bows lowly.---

Thank you JediEnna, I am but a simple servant of the words...

Time for another story I think...


The bells tolled as dawn broke,
The glittering robes of the girls shone
The blues of the Maidens, the white of the One.

As they entered the temple
In lines of two and one
The Maiden's fell off, leaving one alone.

Her name, Lahmona, 'Goddess Voice',
Before her stood the Matriarch, Tia
Who bade her come near.

Taking the chalice from the altar,
Tia spoke, a voice clear and true.
Lahmona, somehow, knew what to do.

Bowing her head with her hands upraised
She heard the words of the Goddess
Breathed from Tia's lips, She did profess.

"Behold to those who know the secret
That truth and love are the law by which all live
These words, unto you, I do give."

"That the child called Lahmona
Who I hath listened to and watched over as I do all
Is the One to continue the Path after Tia's fall."

Tia brought the chalice to Lahmona's lips
And bade her drink the Well of LIfe into her,
Lahmona's skins prickled like fur.

She stood and dropped her hands,
Took off the priestess robe of blue
As she donned the Matriarch's robe of whiter hue.

Swimming with excitement
She fell to the ground
She felt like a prisoner unbound.

Since the age of sixteen
She had known her destiny
Of the the rule of the Academy.

She knew that she would see it's rise
Only to see the next bring it's fall
And slander and slur, subject to would all.

As she was carried to her room
Those assembled left for their's
Safe in the knowledge the Goddess would cater their cares...

 

Angst ridden hearts are lost ones.
Then I be lost?
A soul with no centre to go on is foolish...to loose a heart so easily.
Then I be lost?
Call me fool!
For that is what I be, am I not?
The dancing fool.
Endless steps of mirth
False laughter hoped to be true.
Delicate pink petals, dancing the ongoing dance.
The dance of a fool.
Hair whisps vacantly over blind eyes,
Feather touches of shells upon hard, hot steps
Crystalline laughter of the child's music box.
Leading the fool's dance, my fool's dance.
Innocence beckons, warm smelling comfort of tenderness.
Naivete reigns.
Fools follow, forsaking stability for compassion
The fool's dance.
Call me fool.
Fecundant tears melt cream skin.
Fools dancing for thrown endowments, whatever is spared for one.
To prostitute one's soul, the fool's dance.
Painful steps continue to be trodden, dance steps made over,
The way of the fool
To mean no bitterness, no pain
Only giving up themselves.
For they are fools.
Unlearning to protection of their own
Forever dancing.
Spinning, thrown about.
Beaten by the tides.
To feel the pain, to weep the pain.
Then I be lost?
Call me fool.

I be lost.

 

Alas, the dance has tripped upon the thread, by a simple fool. Do not let one dancer kill the creative bonds that tie us all, do not let it die.

 

I think we're a bit burnt out.

Now would be a good time to go back and have a closer look at the ones already here rather than post more, maybe make some comments? Constructive criticism is good (well I would welcome it anyway).

I have printed everyone's out, I will go back over them slowly when I have a bit more time - I'm a bit swamped with uni atm.

 

Alas I have no comments to make of others poetry, but that's just because I have problems when I think I'm sounding like I'm repeating myself... Everyone's stuff is soooooo good that at times my poetry feels rather inferior (and no, I'm not just looking for someone to say "No no, it's good").

--
I wear nothing under these chains of fate
Why? To make it easier for you to take me
But you sit there staring past and beyond me,
Was there something I forgot to say?

There is no way to say good bye
That won't leave either of us alone
Shattered and wrung out, I show you these red
Ribbons running fast until tired, I am bled
Whispering nothing, nothing at all.

I know this isn't easy
I know there's no way it can be
I know that when I wake in the morning
Your face won't be what I see.

So though I try to show my anguish,
And though I back away,
Calling for you and closing my eyes
Don't tell me how this is going to be.

You'll read more into this
You'll say what I'm feeling and what I'm not
You'll try to make me believe something
That I've tried to close my eyes to.

This doesn't mean I'm cold
It doesn't mean that I'm blind
It isn't saying that I hate you
Just that I can't deal.

So leave me to my memories
My feelings of how I want to remember this
No ill feelings, no harboured anger
I don't want to be bitter.

There is no way to say good bye
That won't leave either of us alone
Shattered and wrung out, I show you these red
Ribbons running fast until tired, I am bled
Whispering nothing, nothing at all.

 

WHY DO YOU LOOK AT ME SO ? - WHAT DO YOU SEE ?

HOW SHALL I EVER KNOW ,THAT WHAT YOU SEE IS ME ?

QUESTIONS I ASK,ANSWERS I WAIT,
WILL MY INNOCENCE BECOME MY FATE ?




cant remember where i read it but i have somehow managed to remember it

 

another one

ALWAYS MAKE THE MOST OF LIFE
LOSE NO HAPPY DAY

TIME WILL NEVER GIVE THEE BACK
CHANCES SWEPT AWAY

LEAVE NO TENDER WORD UNSAID
LOVE WHILE LOVE SHALL LAST

THE MILL CANNOT GRIND
WITH WATER THAT HAS PAST...

 

Hmmm... Perhaps we are suffering burnout... Oh well, it was kinda eminent, wasn't it? ?Aaaah, such is life. Hopefully my pending departure from the sunny shores of Australia will not hinder the possibility of me still posting here... Not that I can see it doing so, but I thought I should ask anyway, just for politenesses sake... Thankyou, this has been a Sith Witch broadcast. You may now return to your daily chores, and remember: Big Brother (the book, not the crap TV show) loves you...

 

I wrote this a long time ago. I used to have this beach I sat at when I wanted to think.
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I sit at the edge of my world
Hoping for a glimpse of everything
That amongst the cotton ball waves
I might find an answer to questions I fear

Once that open blueness offered peace
It soared with Eagles and fought for good
Then the time came when it gave me little
Excepting a wasteland of possibilities
to ponder

The breeze pushes my tears far from me
For a tear for nothing is not mine
I enjoy the chill the air leaves on my skin
And I want to hold that feeling always

I yearn for the love I used to see here
And for the healing the waves used to give
Instead I see no more than the ocean
And my life a speck on the cotton ball
waves

And I wonder why the sea can only come in
as far as the shore

 

And this I wrote after the world opened up again

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I felt a heart
A touch became a dream- colours spun
I lost reality and replaced it with heat and breath
Only one existed; I didn't know any movement
Just the feeling of beauty and love

Had the rain begun, or had the world ended
It all would have felt the same
A blue-grey that shared the darkness was all I saw
I didn't hear the words, yet we spoke
I couldn't feel the hands but I know they were a part of me

The light that may have been the window, or a million flames chasing the night, bounced over me
and for a moment,
I was lost.
I cried and choked on the feeling without the hollow sound of voice.

It was beyond the touch of a God I don't know
More than the deepest dread I'd felt
Seconds, days- not knowing if I was alive,
or just a shadow of you

Tears would have betrayed it, laughter mocked the intensity.

Your few words I answered with silence-
not knowing how to express what I had seen.
I turned with he agony of blindness describing the sky
And saw only the same in you.

To have loved as deeply, to have been swept beyond the limits-to the brink of life-
I soared.
To have shared it-in every moment, in every breath with you-
was beyond any dream, all imagining.
Everything

 

You may break
you may shatter ther vase
but the scent of the roses
will hang around it still
the scent of the roses will linger on forever

 

There once was a time
when I thought I could do anything
There once was a time
when I thought the world was mine
There once was a time
I didn't need to share anything with anyone
There once was a time.

There once was a time
when I was happy in my misery
There once was a time
I never used to smile
There once was a time
a raincloud hung over my head
There once was a time.

There once was a time
I didn't know of you
There once was a time
your name would have meant nothing
There once was a time
that the skies would have darkened by a single glance
There once was a time.

There once was a time
that my words were just that
There once was a time
I had no depth
There once was a time
my life was meaningless
There once was a time.

There once was a time
that "I love you" was hard to say
There once was a time
that I couldn't love at all
There once was a time
that my shadows clung around me
There once was a time.

But time is irrelevant
and it will go on forever
and you and I will be standing
on the shores of the ocean
watching the world twist and burn
while we smile
at our foreverness.

There once was a time
I would have just walked away
There once was a time
I wouldn't have already cried
There once was a time
that this wouldn't have hurt at all
There once was a time.

Yes, there once was a time.

EDIT: nag damned cold fingers and typing... grrrr...