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A Day In My Life

The university mornings are cold, quiet, empty.
Inhabited by pigeons, grass, and wind.
The students are wasted,
The math teachers prepare for their lectures,
and test days are like removing brain tumors.

Oh, every loathsome Monday morning
I have to wake up to a cacophany
of loud buzzes and beeps.
I turn my head and notice
the large crimson numerals...

Seven-fifteen. Do I get up or stay in bed?
With a split-second decision
I hit a college student's best morning friend:
The snooze button.

Nine beautiful but brief minutes later
That awful ruckus awakens me again.
I react in a flash of fury -
and shut the cursed alarm off for good.
I crawl out of my hole
Groggy, wasted, beat.

I trudge to the dank pit called a restroom
And chill out in there for a few minutes
God only knows what time it is when I emerge
and plod on to the cafeteria.

Same old boring cafeteria...
I order an omelette sandwich and some bacon
and chomp it down in a few short minutes.
I notice the clock's swift hands
Sometimes an enemy, sometimes a friend
This time I knew I had to dart to my first class...

Four hours of boredom and drudgery
Take what little wind remains
In my energy-deprived body
The noon hour draws near and I plod back to my hole

I grab a bite to eat
And rest my weary body
I feel so beat
I need a vacation.

Soon five o'clock passed me by, then eight.
I suddenly realize how much time I wasted
and crack on my studies.
Suddenly, the midnight hour greets me

I call it a night
and am thankful that one more day
of Hell has passed.

 

this one has an accompanying picture that i drew - please click on the image so you can see it in proportion

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Untitled - by Laurie R. Birdsong

there was once a woman child,
with ocean motion, vivid wyld...
she turned her back on warnings fair,
but found too soon the danger there...
in her bed, in her bath,
not knowing his passion would turn to wrath...
so she let him stay, and made him food,
and all seemed quiet good...

until one night the beast awoke,
his confines were weak and easily broke...
then he found a victim in his lover,
and crept to her bed to discover,
she slept unaware that soon all the love
they had shared would be met with an equal
rage, his vision impaired...

the next day, nobody dared to ask her about
the bruises, cuts or bumps..
it was easier for them that way...
but she noticed that they wouldn't look her
in the eyes...

~and Poe parts her robe to expose the naked truth,
her heart is made of purest gold...
but nobody ever believes her..
and deeper in the void,
the cloak conceals dreams, visions, magick, time and space...
if they would only take the time to look a little deeper...~

 

Another Year

Once again another year has passed
You wake up in the morning to see the sun rise, and set in the evening.
The time for making friends, and for losing them.
Throughout the year things change, but time always looks back and smiles at the birth of a seed.
And as always, on that day, you grow older and wiser, in the world.

Copy Right 1998

 

Mind if I submit one?


The Boat by Peter Tutham

The salty waves lap against the side,
so gentle, harmless.
But with each smack it wears away,
stripping away to its untainted inside.
With a foamy crackle, the proud vessel
boldly slices through the ceiling of the depths.
So full, and alone.
Isolated, without an isle in sight.
With the gulls call, I find a gentle rhythm-
a loss for myself as my body heaves a sigh
as great as any wave.
The rock from side to side is naught
but the simple loving motion
of the sea, my mother, cradling me.
To sleep, she beckons. To peace.
I find my peace in the exploration,
my place when I have nothing as to compare.
The seastruck islands that ne?er share its secrets.
I find my place in the places unknown.
No port in view, no one to judge.
Lost?
How can I be lost in the depths of my soul?
Dispatched from my family that I am surrounded in?
I laugh, and the foamy beat joins in.
I am not the boat out to sea.
I am the boat out to see.

 

Rain


Drop


Drop

Drop
Dropdropdropdrop
Rain clattering against the roof
......................falling
.............................down
...............................to
................................the
.................................ground
Like an orchestra
conducted by
a madman
it is chaotic,
.............but it has a harmony.
Hard
....then soft
Fastitcanbebut
..............also
..............slow
Gets me to sleep happily
The good rain.

 

Outside

A few times close to the inside
but mostly on the....................outside
Even with company
I can sit silently
feeling like I'm on the...............outside
Walking alone
away from it all on the.............outside
Outwardly not caring
yet I silently wonder
why I'm here on the.................outside

 

Here's my contribution (mind you it's not a Darth_SnowDog original...)

Ode to Flatulence'

written by Madonna

A fart is a chemical substance,
It comes from a place called "bum",
It penetrates through the trousers,
and lands with a musical hum!

To fart, to fart, 'tis no disgrace,
For it gives the body ease.
It warms the sheets on cold winter nights,
and suffocates the fleas!

 

ImpFC, I loved the rain poem- captures the essence of rain quite well!

 

Whimsy

Lifetimes ago
I eclipsed dusky melancholy twilights
And you glimpsed drowsy golden moonbeams
And I devastated brilliant sapphire frontiers
And you preserved celestial crimson galaxies
And I ridiculed timid smoky dewdrops
And you wooed holy cobalt sunrises
And I bruised noble lilac daydreams
And you vindicated tainted vermilion honour
And I betrayed lethal raspberry slumber
And you surrendered passionate chartreuse memories
And I vanquished majestic mahogany decrees
And you scorned malicious ivory rumours
And we both perished into violent obscure history.

...

Stolen Kiss from an Oblivious Party

Your fingertips dance
Lightly over the metallic piece,
Dark locks cascade forward,
Shadow your face
As you lean closer
Your mouth welcomes the liquid,
Soft lips parting,
Accepting the wetness
Dirty, untied converse sneaker tapping impatiently,
Waiting for the liquid oxgyen
To re-fuel the body.

Fingertips cease dancing,
Head tilts up again,
Mouth closing,
Back of hand wiping nonchalantly
At renegade droplets.
Sneakers make their exit.

And I,
I trace with my fingertips
The metal that your own hands felt,
Place my lips
Where yours were before.

 

A piece by Ginsberg On Burroughs' Work, but applicable to worlds more:

The method must be purest meat
and no symbolic dressing,
actual visions and actual prisons
as seen then and now.
...
A naked lunch is natural to us,
we eat reality sandwiches.
But allegories are so much lettuce.
Don't hide the madness.

_____________________________________

Something one of my German professors introduced me to, which is loads of fun to recite aloud:

empfindungswörter, R.O. Wiemer

aha die deutschen
ei die deutschen
hurra die deutschen
pfui die deutschen
ach die deutschen
nanu die deutschen
oho die deutschen
hm die deutschen
nein die deutschen
ja ja die deutschen

 

My contribution

"Dominos" - by Charles Thi
© 2002

The box is wooden, chipped and tattered.
1954, it says on top. Duct tape binding the shattered box.

I tenderly lift the pieces into my hand
The cool ivory setting against my palm.

Memories of a home long gone, a country no longer.
The house in Nam now holding rockets and AK's.

So old these pieces are, grown dull and weary
Time's indelible mark etched across our faces.

Two-nine is scarred in the middle, a shelling in Da Nang.
The game abandoned as our roof collapsed.

Three-five is chapped at the corner, the flight across the sea.
Cracking against the rickety and leaking hull.

The pieces grow warm and I set them back inside.
The memory of whizzing bullets burns bright in my mind.

Seen much have these dominos, as I
Tempered not through play but through war.

I put the box away one last time.
1954, it says on top. Duct tape binding the shattered box.


"gone" - by Charles Thi
© 2002

the wind falls across the heavy night
your visage haunts my dreams like a phantom,
scorned in passing but aching as i sleep

your prescence is palpable; my flesh aches
for your touch. i burn a slow death inside
waiting for your eyes to meet mine

the breeze dies down and i hear your voice
in it's stead. i reach out above the darkness,
yearning for your touch

met not by your hands but by winter's
cruel lashing. i wake from my dream in a
cold sweat. a love in passing, scorned in dreaming

 

Many thanks peter. I probably need to change a line here or there, though.

 

Bump

 

untitled - by Laurie R. Birdsong

one night i see my lover
lying still beneath the covers
and though i've never had him
i can very well imagine
storms 'round my fingers raging
to touch his body shaking
and to know such passion aching

one night i feel like zero
so i go to see my hero
the nights a bitter cold
and my body's feeling bold
so i make a simple gesture
but find my love is not sure
how he wants his pleasure

... to know such passion aching

 

It was a dark and stormy night
And the captain said to his mates,
"Let me tell you a story"
And the story went like this,

"It was a dark and stormy night
And the captain said to his mates,
"Let me tell you a story"
And the story went like this,

"It was a dark and stormy night
And the captain said to his mates,
"Let me tell you a story"
And the story went like this....

 

Anyone mind if I contribute? Okay, this is a sappy poem I wrote after my boyfriend broke up with me (yeah, I have no life).

For every tear I could not disguise
Every smile that did not reach my eyes
And every sunset that went unknown
For all the times I sat alone

For all the times you made me cry
And all the times I wondered why
And every star I did not see
For all the faults you found in me

For every breath I gave to you
And all the words I thought were true
And every sound I could not hear
For the sense I lost when you were near

For the lies I received so lovingly
For all these things you took from me
I'm left with pain all through the night
And my love for you, that I cannot fight


Yeah, it royally sucks, I know.

 

This is maybe a litle dark but there is a reason:

"If life is a dream, please wake me up"

As I stare aimlessly in to the
dark night I try to realize were it was
that I failed. Was it in love, was it inhate
No it was in life itself.
A single tear rolls down my face quickly followed by another as

I silently start to cry. It starts to rain every drop a pain that I?ve felt I miss my friends, my loved one and my life companion
I wonder if I will ever feel love again
I do not think so

Lightning rips the sky and for
A glimpse I see the street, empty
and dark like my soul. I?ve tried to change myself and my world, but every attempt has
failed

It feels like someone is keeping score
And what could make my life complete
was simply out of reach
I scream to no one i'm all alone
This cruel reality is nothing but a messed up
dream that I try to awaken from.

I fail an then it comes again like a fire
burning through my veins, I know it
all to well. I try to control it, but I fail
It takes control and I give in to it for
it is a friend, my friend, it?s name is
Anger

Anger, the driving force of so many things
I feel nothing but anger as I think of my life. What it has become, what I have become
A cold wind blows it wraps itself around me
like a shroud

Often have I thought of death, if I would
welcome it if I would fear it if I would fight it, I don?t think I would do either for death means release.

Another lightning rips the sky, the flash
reflected by the blade I hold.
I place it at my wrist and look in to the rain feeling once again the pain that in moment will end, I close my eyes and say a silent prayer

As I am about to take the final step in to eternity I am stopped by and angel in the form of my one true friend the friend that I care and love with all my heart, if only I dared tell her

That is the small hope of redemption that I have left.
That maybe she loves me like I love her.
That is the last form of light I have left in this eternal darkness.


-Mulacki

 

I know the feeling, Mulacki. Great poem.

Wish I'd brought the keys with me,
Wish I knew the stick well enough to drive away,
To fly away.
Sat pondering the wheel for an eternity,
Longest three minutes of my life,
My hand on the brake, searching for the strength to push it down and drive away,
The strength to fly away.
Don't have the courage to leave, not strong enough to stay,
Wish I could just grow wings and fly away,
Fly away,
God let me fly away.
The pain takes me, shakes me, rips me apart,
Piece by piece I fall apart, no one there to see,
I fall apart, they turn away,
I fall apart, there's no escape,
No where to fly away,
God let me fly away,
Stars above take me away
Away,
Away,
Life let me run away...

I know one day I'll learn to fly,
And then I'll find my peace.
That fateful day I'll fly away,
Away, to find my peace.

 

Okay, I wrote this one in about 2 minutes ago, so sorry if it sucks

Your Field

I'm riding horseback
Through your fields
Lavender, lily, beauty
Runs as my shield
The sunlight I basked in
Has disappeared
Replaced by violent gray
And skylight seared
It rains on me
While I ride through your field
I welcome the icy sting
It runs as my shield
Through the forest now
And rivers I ride
Branches grasping and gripping
And groaning at my side
It's hard to see
Hard to breathe in your field
Hard to understand
Why I can't raise my shield
Thunderous dark
Races after me
I gasp and blink back tears
It's hard when you're not with me
I can't beat back the rain
Or the dangers in your field
Not when I am alone
And you are not my shield




And I wrote this one last night:

Rusty Frame
You tore down my home
With your fingers and your tongue
Quietly licking and lapping
And grinning when you're done

A bike with no wheels
Just a rusty frame
We're going no where
Going nowhere in the wrong lane

Spiders dancing around
Where is my tangled web?
I've looked around
And I cant find my tangled web

Get off the bike
We're going nowhere
You're choking me
Going nowhere

Tuck me in, I'm all choked up
Tuck me in, I'm all choked up

Get off the bike
We're going nowhere
Get off of me
We're going nowhere

Tuck me in, I'm all choked up
Tuck me in, I'm all choked up
In the fast lane
Tuck me in, I'm all choked up


Little weird, I know, and also probably not right. I typed that one from memory cuz I don't have my poetry binder right now, so I might edit it later when I have the actual poem.

 

Woohoo, somebody likes my poetry.

-Mulacki

 

Pulled Through Dirt
The most painful things are those that you can't cry;
They stick to your soul, their thought makes you sigh,
Through the odd ends, they drag you down --
Torture your essence, spit you around.
At the end of their string is tied a key,
That will open you body to love and set you free.

A Simple Dream
Such a beautiful place, such a beautiful time,
Sitting here, wishing you were mine.
The purple clouds overhead against the night sky,
All the geese have laid to rest, past time for them to fly.
The crickets chirping, sweetening the night's air,
My soul longing for someone as sweet as you; as fair.
And as the night fades into my soul, I sigh-
-Because I hope to be with someone as sweet as you before I die.
Because I am afraid of the distance we share,
And I fear that we shall never breathe each other's air.

My Prayer
My thoughts seem clouded, life can seem so blue,
Then I join my fingers together and trust in you.
Praying allows me to release all my worries into the air,
And your loving touch manages to wash out my dispair.
As I lay and bed and pray for those I love,
Your caress helps me fall asleep as you watch above.
I am thankful for every day you give me to see,
and I pray that your love will guide me.

---
The previous poems are (c) 2002 James C. Traver, Jr.

 

In the silence
Before the lights shines
Everynight we feel
The things that can't be expressed
Through merely words alone
Inadequate
Failure
Love
In the silence

 

Stuff like that, DDH, can really hit home.



My writing has been influenced by Radiohead recently for some reason, so if it doesn't make any sense...that's why.


Ice Breaker

Sometimes you say too much/ The moment's ruined/ I wish we could all shut up/ And life would be simpler that way

Am I right or wrong?/ I hope I'm right/ Probably wrong/ But there's a chance I'm right

I don't know what to say/ My mouth runs on/ Never out of breath/ A tired machine

Doesn't need oil/ Just an ice-breaker/ So don't break the ice/ Keep the playing field frozen

Keep it cold
Keep it cold



Croissant

You ask me to smile when you know I'm not right/ You whisper with bowed heads and take pleasure in the sight/ I hear my name and you look up and smile/ I know what you were saying and you say it with no style

I am so frustrated with your secrets and shut-outs/ You're a friend for a minute and an enemy for fifty nine/ can you take a breath and bother to realize/ That I'm not a selfish girl bound with haughty ties?

Just stop saying my name and telling me to smile/ You b****es and you ba*****s who think trust is not worthwhile/ Just because I'm tired and upset/ Doesn't mean I'm angry at what you don't regret


A River

A story of beauty is in your eyes
A legend of longing you share with me
Through your sighs

I'm walking through a forest
Of untold history
I can stare at the leaves as they seem to fall from the sky

I need to breathe quietly now
To hear the sounds of the river pasing by
Flowing by

Here is a flower
Lowering its petals as I cry
caressing my hand as it unfolds before my eyes

Endless blue covers the sky
Enveloping the earth like a lover
Enveloping me like my lover

A rain falls now over me
A rain falls softly
Over me

I turn to my left
A thorn scrapes my cheek
I thought I saw you

I wish it was a memory
Not something as real as the rustle of the leaves
Beneath my feet

So it's twilight in this forest now
Blooms close as I pass them by
I've got breathe more quietly

In the distance, there is a river
Flowing past a waterfall of lilies
Like winter in my heart

Releasing the pressure on my chest
The stars begin to shine
I wish you were a memory

Hearing a song
I turn to my right
I thought I had heard you

The storm keeps running my way
A rain falls over me
Like no other

Sometime later
I fell onto a bed of leaves
A felt a rose's silk

There is a clearing across the way
I almost stop breathing
It's like beauty in my heart

Running into the clearing
The rain stops
My tears fall

I thought I had seen you

 

The Ballad of King Hippo

King of Hippos
In the Ring
When the bell
Begins to sing
Coming at you
With his fist
Took a swing?
Too bad, you missed
He will knock you
To the mat
Would you like
Some more of that?
Mash the buttons
On your feet
King of Hippos
Can't be beat
Coming at you
Once again
With the strength
of fifty men
One and two
And three and four
Now you're back
Down on the floor
Do the smart thing
And stay down
No? Then he'll
Take you to town
You've got style
You've got grace
Till his fist
Impacts your face
He will send you
Straight to hell
Oops--you've been
Saved by the bell
"Don't give up."
Your trainer says.
There's a weakness;
Use your head!
Then, too soon,
Here comes Round Two,
And the pain
Begins anew.
King of Hippos
Comes your way
With his fists
He whales away
And he pounds
You like a punk
With his battle
Cry of "Unk!"
Then you see it;
On his gut
Are two band-aids--
Was he cut?
Well, regardless,
Take a jab
Pound your fist
Into that flab
Direct hit;
His pants fall down
And he pulls them
Up around
Drops his guard
And you decide,
"Time for hippo
Genocide!"
In a flurry
You attack
Drive the King
of Hippos back
Till he leans
Upon the ropes
As if older
Than the Pope
And you wind
Up one last blow
King of Hippos,
Down you go!
He collapses,
Down and out,
And the crowd
Begins to shout,
Hail the winner!
Hail the King!
And your praises
They will sing.

 

The Ballad of the Double Post

Wrote a poem
And sent it here.
Where'd it go?
It disappeared.
So I hit "post"
One more time.
Double posted!
What a crime!