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  1. jasman Administrator Emeritus

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    A Dark And Stormy Night

    It was a dark and stormy night,
    The thunder-drums beat near.
    The stabbing intermittent light
    Enveloped all in fear.
    The chilling rain cascading down
    Cut quickly to the bone,
    The howling wind whipped field and town
    And made me long for home:

    My cheery hearth and cozy bed,
    And fleecy slippers soft,
    A downy pillow for my head
    Up in my cloistered loft;
    With fire warmed and brandy quenched,
    And dreaming dreams of old:
    Alas, my lot was to be drenched,
    And trudge home in the cold.


    OK, fellow JC poets, share your poems with the rest of us! (No dirty limericks, please!)

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  2. JediGaladriel Manager Emeritus

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    Sep 3, 1999
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    Fanfic folks have seen this one, but I thought on a TFN board, people might appreciate it. My friends have since told me I got a couple of particulars wrong, but... oh, well. They both like it, anyway.

    A Star Wars Hallowe'en (with friends) in 1984

    Jana was Mon Mothma
    draped in white sheets, with white nail polish
    (we were sure of this detail, though none of us had noticed)
    Her hair swept up into wise maturity
    (I don't remember what she wore on her feet.)
    Standing at the bottom of my mother's stairs,
    She whispered wordlessly of commitment,
    Of courage
    Of leadership
    She was unforgiving light shone into dark shadows,
    A final destruction from which evil could not escape.
    Everyone thought she was Athena.
    We made the best of it, because we liked Athena too.
    She was the goddess of wisdom and war.

    For Dani, it was the Emperor's year,
    contemplating ultimate evil
    beneath a five-yard bolt of black broadcloth.
    Her pale skin needed no powdering
    above the black turtleneck, black jeans, and black high top sneakers
    (because who would ever notice the Emperor's feet?)
    Brooding on changes that came beyond our control
    Wrapped in the dark of night
    I looked on her and understood
    the killing black water beneath the ice of the world
    Everyone thought she was the Grim Reaper.
    She said nothing about that
    as they pretended indulgence
    and shuddered in the sudden chill.

    I had been Princess Leia years before
    --we all had, of course --
    In a dress made from a bed sheet, my pigtails curled up above my ears.
    I didn't want to be Leia.
    I wouldn't understand her journey for many years,
    And furthermore, I didn't have enough hair.

    So I was Luke Skywalker, Jedi knight (and friend to Captain Solo),
    my hair pulled up tight to look boy-short.
    I wore black pants and a black shirt, and Jana's black riding boots
    (of which I was inordinately proud, because Luke had a journey,
    and a journey requires proper footwear)
    I didn't think of light or dark, but of an empty space in the heart,
    And of the cry of fear and desperate loneliness: "Father, help me."
    I felt it so loudly that it seemed everyone should hear it.
    I didn't understand, but I hoped with all my soul
    That love could truly build a path into the shadows of the unknown
    My hair color was right, and my eye color,
    (I fancied myself a Skywalker in some other world anyway),
    But something seems to have confused people
    Because no one had any idea who I was supposed to be.

    So we passed through the night-dark streets,
    Sometimes joking with the younger children we passed,
    Sometimes talking seriously among ourselves
    About good and evil,
    and the tortured two-way road between them.
    And the man next door tore himself away from sports and beer
    To say, "Ain't you girls too old for Hallowe'en?"
  3. Anakin2001 Jedi Padawan

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    Aug 13, 2000
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    To see the world in a grain of sand
    And the Heavens in a flower
    To hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
    And Eternity in an hour.
  4. DARTHPIGFEET Jedi Padawan

    Member Since:
    Jan 24, 2001
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    The never ending Stupidity:

    As I stand in the lobby or the hallway
    I am bombarded with stupidity
    As I stand in the dark rooms
    I am bothered by stupidity yet again
    As I clean the popcorn from the floor
    Like a weed the popcorn grows back yet again
    As I stand in the lobby I am a machine
    I greet those who do not greet me
    As I walk down the hallway I'm asked stupid questions like where is the bathroom when I'm standing in it.
    I am asked where the auditorium is when it's printed on the ticket they hold in their hand as well as it being marked on the doors.
    As I stand in the lobby
    I am asked if I will remember their face if they go outside for a cigarette or get a coat.
    I will remember your face along with the thousands of other stupid people I come across in a single day that is my job.
    Once in a blue moon I meet someone smart.
    that is as sharp as a whip. They know where their going, what they want eat, and they are on time.
    However this is only on a blue moon, therefore keeping the neverending cyle of stupidity going as I the Usher must indure yet again the stupidity of STUPID CUSTOMERS!!!!!

    It's not the same as it was 5 years ago, but that was sort of a poem I came up with when I worked at a theatre. It speaks the truth, so next time greet the usher who rips your ticket, and just move along and not act like cattle which had it's head cut off.
  5. cydonia Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Jun 6, 2001
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    understand the new implants
    bio-rock and live stock
    when nature needs a helping hand,
    new implants
    when lovers check for future plans,
    new implants
    bio-rock and live stock.
  6. Darth Dark Helmet Manager Emeritus

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    Dec 27, 1999
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    Do you Dream?
    Late night
    In the dark
    I watch you
    I see you.

    Do you Dream?
    After all this time
    I feel I know you best
    I feel I love you more
    I feel I love me more.

    Do you Dream?
    My life without you
    My death without you
    It all comes full circle
    I need you always.

    Do you Dream?
    Soon we'll be together
    Together forever
    You can't ignore me
    You can't hide.

    Do you Dream?

  7. Dark_Lord_Erik Manager Emeritus

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    Jan 19, 2001
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    Trail of Thoughts

    On a dark day, when the dawn never comes

    Open your mind, let it run

    Think of the past

    That it went by so fast

    Want it all back again

    The future is always moving, forward with

    Life, always taking turns

    With no reason nor rhyme

    Know that all will be fine

    Everything just takes time

    Erik Robert Brouillard

    Copyright ©2001 Erik Brouillard

  8. ktwsolo Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Feb 25, 2001
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    I wrote this a couple years ago. Ahem.


    Childhood is like no other kingdom of stone and mortar,
    Childhood is where you watch cartoons all day, not thinking about the next,
    Childhood is where you run around and never feel tired.

    Childhood is like no other kingdom of stone and mortar,
    Childhood is where you only need an imagination to have fun,
    Childhood is where you become a pirate, Viking, or caveman on command.

    Childhood is like no other kingdom of stone and mortar,
    Childhood is where you eat all the junk food you want and not worry about the contents,
    Childhood is where you lay on the grass just to watch the clouds pass.

    Childhood is like no other kingdom of stone and mortar,
    Childhood is where you are not expected to act mature all the time,
    Childhood is where you are not expected to work.

    Childhood is all too soon chased away by the black wolf of responsibility.
    Value it while you can.
  9. jasman Administrator Emeritus

    Member Since:
    Aug 29, 1998
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    These are great! Keep them coming, people!

    Here's another one of mine. Have you ever been in love with someone you "shouldn't"?


    Love in the shadows,
    Passion in the darkness,
    Unqualified desire in the night:
    A forbidden love,
    Confined to darkened rooms,
    A private, secluded world,
    That cannot see the light of day.
    The only light our love can see
    Is in the sparkle of our eyes.

    Out in the world of light,
    Our love must be invisible.
    We cannot be free with anyone,
    Lest they suspect.
    But our eyes betray us.
    The way we look at each other,
    The innocent touch,
    The secret stare,
    The hidden desire in our faces,
    That vibrates throughout our being.
    But the people are sightless fools.
    They do not see the furtive glances
    Or the intense longing in our bodies.

    Does it take a special talent
    To wear my heart on my sleeve
    While wearing a tank top?
    Nonetheless, there it is,
    For all to see who only care to look.
    Our eyes cannot hide our passion,
    But they don?t see it.

    I long for the day when we can bring
    Our love out of the shadows,
    And let it soak in the sun
    Like a tray of grapes,
    Let it bask in the glow of the daylight,
    For all to see and know.
    Until that day our love will grow
    Like mushrooms in the dark,
    And see the daylight only in our eyes.

  10. Jedi knight Pozzi Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Apr 2, 2000
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    Can I get away with this? ;)

    Little Boy Blue
    The little toy dog is covered with dust,
    But sturdy and staunch he stands;
    And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
    And his musket moulds in his hands;
    Time was when the little toy dog was new,
    And the soldier was passing fair;
    And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
    Kissed them and put them there.

  11. jasman Administrator Emeritus

    Member Since:
    Aug 29, 1998
    star 4
    It's OK with me, but have you checked with Eugene Field?

    Didn't think so.

    Original poetry only, please.

    Anakin2001, yours wasn't original either, but the author escapes me at the moment.

    On second thought, I guess you can post some favorite poems by other authors, but at least have the decency to post the author's name. Thanks.
  12. Jedi knight Pozzi Jedi Grand Master

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    Apr 2, 2000
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  13. jasman Administrator Emeritus

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    Aug 29, 1998
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    So, Pozzi, you might as well post the whole poem now.
  14. Chyren Manager Emeritus

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    Sep 30, 1998
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    I saw a Hollow Film, It was based upon a book,
    And everywhere the characters went,
    The music had no hook.

    Elves with died blonde hair, Galadriel with menses
    And everywhere the rockstar's daughter,
    Wore her contact lenses.

    Spurting squibs of blood, and thinly written script
    And everywhere the camera went,
    My eyeballs blur and blink.

    Is that a giant bear? Or perhaps a lock of hair?
    Or is it a big fat blurry rock with shadows right down there?

    Next time you make a film, be sure to script it fine,
    With character depth and subtlety,
    And a director who aint blind.

    boom boom

  15. Jedi knight Pozzi Jedi Grand Master

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    Apr 2, 2000
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    Can't say I can Jasman, as I merely happened to find that one part. And I couldn't do more than a poor limeric.

    11 dollars wasted, eh Chyren?
  16. Chyren Manager Emeritus

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    Sep 30, 1998
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    Oh, not really. I'm just being.. thingy.
  17. ktwsolo Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Feb 25, 2001
    star 4
    Litte Tom made a bomb
    Shiny, round and hard.
    Little Tom dropped the bomb
    And scattered 'cross the yard.

    My friend wrote that actually when he was like 10. I just think it's clever :).
  18. Talon Squad Leader Former Manager

    Member Since:
    Dec 22, 1999
    star 5

    See the light over yonder
    Do you sit and often ponder
    To let the rain fall and wander
    The thoughts of life, sit and squander

    Sit down there, call my name
    I won't come, there is no shame
    Rain, rain fall in all your fame
    I'm still lost all the same
  19. AnakinsGirl Jedi Padawan

    Member Since:
    Nov 2, 2001
    star 4

    popcorn! i have popcorn down my pants!
    movies, darkness, laughter.
    VROOM! hot tamales, red missiles flying through the air,
    explosions of laughter as they land on strangers' heads.

    but the popcorn!
    the white kernels soar through the air like little bombs,
    and as they cruch under my butt more explosions of laughter echo through the theater.

  20. Liz Skywalker Ex-Mod

    Member Since:
    Jun 13, 2000
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    I have lots of poetry. here are some I've already posted on the 'net in one shape of form or another, so I don't have to wrry about trying to get them published ever.

    By: Elizabeth May

    If wishes were fishes
    And we all cast nets
    What would we catch?

    The breath of the wind
    A whisper of a dream
    Or just a lucky fish?

    If wishes were horses
    And we all rode
    What would we trample on?

    The dreams of a child
    The hopes of the world
    Or just worthless dirt?

    If wishes were fishes
    If wishes were horses
    Would they be confused,
    Not knowing who they were
    Or what to do?

    To swim or to trample,
    I guess we?ll never know.
    Because wishes are wishes
    And we can?t wish them otherwise
    And make them something they?re not.

    Free Slavery
    By Elizabeth May

    the cage is open
    but the bird doesn?t leave
    she stays there like always
    and waits for food

    the cage is open
    but the dog there lies
    without care
    for the world of the free
    so he stays put

    freedom is different
    for/to different people
    some animals are content in slavery
    for to them it is not slavery

    to us it may seem so
    but they do not believe so
    Why tell them what they don?t want to hear
    And Teach Them What They Don?t Want To Know?
  21. Darth Dark Helmet Manager Emeritus

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    Dec 27, 1999
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    The Subject had been beautiful,
    The lighting perfect.
    The sun had cast just the right
    Shadows and color coming through the curtains.
    As many pictures as he could had been taken
    With every angle possible.

    Now, the light shone more dimly through the window
    The beautiful garments
    That once had lives and souls
    Were draped lifeless over chairs and shelves.
    The tiger, that for a time seemed to have returned from the dead,
    Now lay deceased once again.
    The plates, cups, and vases
    That had once helped bring the beauty out of the ordinary
    Went back to collecting dust on shelves
    'That gave them much to collect.
    The camera, which had once been a window
    Into the soul, now just a box.

    What had once been another universe
    Another place, where everything was flawless,
    Became and attic once again.

  22. Dark_Lord_Erik Manager Emeritus

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    Jan 19, 2001
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    Here's another one from myself.

    I'd just like to point out that we have some talented poets on the JC!!!

    Pain Pusher

    You have a beautiful smile
    but your eyes are empty

    You have a beautiful body
    but your heart is black

    Your words are poetry
    but they are not your own

    You have love to give
    but you are a miser with feelings

    You have pain to give
    and you pass it out freely

    Erik Brouillard

    Copyright ©2002 Erik Brouillard
  23. Whimper Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    May 11, 1999
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    I have nothing to contribute right now, except that I think the lines Anakin2001 swiped were from William Blake.
  24. ktwsolo Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Feb 25, 2001
    star 4
    I forget what kind of poem this is.






    YOU WIN.
  25. jasman Administrator Emeritus

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    Aug 29, 1998
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    Hmmm, you could be right, Whimper, but I'm not sure. I don't have a Blake collection, so I can't check, unless it's in one of my anthologies.


    Come on, poets, let's see your stuff! Maybe I'll just have to post some more of my own! You sure you want that to happen?


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