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Post Sat Jun 26, 2004 3:34 am

Poetry

This is too long for the first post in a thread so I will post it as a reply, some are mine, some are not

Of all things that are, the most ancient is God, for He is uncreated. The most beautiful is the universe, for it is God's workmanship. The greatest is space, for it holds all things. The swiftest is mind, for it speeds everywhere. The strongest necessity, for it masters all. The wisest, time, for it brings everything to light. -Thales
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Post Sat Jun 26, 2004 3:38 am

Poetry perfected
This is suppose to be a poem
You know, throw in some words
Maybe even rhyme and rhythm
Some figures of speech would be nice
As well as some stanzas and structure
Throw together and mix
A perfect poem this should fix

This is something I want to try
This here is words
Rhyme is easy while rhythm queasy
The figure of speech wrote himself
Two stanzas and no structure
This is all I could throw together
And I didn’t even get half a letter


World apart

Sitting here looking at you
I know you’re the one
You’re the one for whom I care
Your eyes sparkling like diamonds
And has depth deeper than the sea
It will be impossible to forget you
But even more impossible to love you
You see no matter how hard we try
Our lives will stay separate
No matter how long the time
We are and will stay
A world apart



Like a window

The first time I looked into your eyes
I couldn’t stop it, I couldn’t resist
Your eyes caught my heart and ran away

Every time I looked into your blue-green eyes
It felt as if I’m drowning in a sea of love
You gave me so many great memories

Nobody could be more kind than the man I knew
No one could be more loving and caring
All I knew was that I wanted to spend my life with u

I’ll never forget that night
It was as if you didn’t care about anything anymore
I was so relieved when you started smiling again

Maybe I was too relieved
I didn’t notice it at first but suddenly you were like a monster

As I looked at your face, it seemed so dark
There was no trace of the man I learned to love
You started touching me in a way that made me scream

I was lucky, you were caught
I was much luckier than the others
I was so lucky, I was saved

Was a twenty times life sentence enough?
It was only one for each woman
Even the death penalty would be too good for you

You were like a window
Sparkling in the daylight
Sparkling in the night only if there is a light from within

Only, you didn’t have a light within
You only had darkness
Hidden so well that nobody could detect it

At least all women are safe from you
You’ll never be able to hurt anyone again
I was so lucky that night

Only one question remains
Why did you pretend to be what you are not?
Why? Why ?Why?



As we go our different ways
By phone we’ll stay in touch
Coming and going as we please
Driven by an unseen force
Every day and every night
Fighting for freedom
Going nowhere
Having fun
Idyllic beaches
Joking a whole day long
Killing no one
Loving all
Maybe we’re crazy
Nobody cares
Only today matters
Painting life our way
Questions remain unanswered
Rivers are crossed
Stones staying silent
Travel we must
United in our quest
Viewing options
Willing to die
Xylophones we like
You we don’t
Zig zag now we’re back



I can’t stop the feeling

I can’t stop the feeling in my heart that tells me I’m in love with you.
When I first saw you, my heart and mind have already told me that this would be the one that I would be filling in love with.
When my heart and mind told me that, I haven’t believed in it till now that it had become known to me that you were the one I was suppose to fall in love with.
Every time I think about you I can’t get you out of my mind ’cos you were the one true love for me.
My heart is just waiting to show you how much I love you and there are so many things I haven’t told you about my love for you;
You remind me of the fact that you were the one that is meant for me to love.
I’m just waiting for you to show me how much you really love me, so I can hold the feeling of true love forever in my heart

Post Sat Jun 26, 2004 4:00 am

I have a poem too...

there was a young lady from Cape Province
who should have been helping her mum shopping
so she stayed in all day
cos she wanted to play
Freelancer without ever stoppin'!

ty ty i know it's excellent..

Post Sat Jun 26, 2004 4:11 am

shoppin? theres no decent shops round here and i'm playin WC not fl, my dad rediscovered that and is doin it now so I couldnt even if I wanted to
and its raining so stayin inside is good
anymore where that came from?

dont let me start writin stuff like that

Edited by - sycho_warrior on 6/26/2004 5:13:19 AM

Post Sat Jun 26, 2004 4:43 am

actually you might recognise this, it's S.African

Nee! Geen messias kan ons ophef
en geen gerustheid kan ons baat
Slegs self kan ons die kettings afgooi
van gierigheid en haat
Ellende, honger kom tot einde
die aard?se diewe sal moet vort
Soldate skaar hul by die stakings
oorlog ewig opgeskort

Post Sat Jun 26, 2004 4:49 am

Afrikaans, Eugene?
q nice actually

Maybe one of you can make sense of this and tell me what is being said here


Every passing second
Every passing minute
Life is filled with strife
Every passing hour
Every passing day
Live life without delay
You cannot escape it
Nor leave it behind
You can only make the best
Of every passing second
Don’t deny it
Good is found
Don’t defy it
It was a present
Often making it better for others
Will make it better for you
Live life today
Don’t let life live you


Edited by - sycho_warrior on 6/26/2004 7:14:39 AM

Post Sat Jun 26, 2004 6:34 am

More a block of text but adapted to verse.

Let the Glory Fade

My entire life I have known nothing but war.
There was never any questioning it then.

It was the way we thrived, the way we lived
and the way we died.
I accepted that, without a thought, without a question.
It was meant to be that way,

Just as we were.
I was so misled.

I used to glory in the war with my brethren,
glory in the cause. We were meant to fight,
we were meant to rule.
All who stood in our way would be laid to waste in a field of flame, ash and dust.

Ours was the power,
Ours was the hatred,

Ours was the glory and we,
As we were, reveled in it.

As for our enemies,
Theirs alone was the pain and despair they wrought upon themselves.

Oh, how we used to point and laugh at them in ridicule.
Fools, we thought. Stupid, stubborn, ignorant fools!

How, dare I say, ironic.

We were the fools but we never could see it, not until it the end.
Now look what it's done to us.
See how it has destroyed us and all else.

Now we are reduced to this.
Ours are the lies that we were fed,

Ours are the tears we have shed,
Ours is the pride that was so misled.
There's nothing but demons inside our heads.
Nothing of worth, nothing but shame...

It's over, done. Let the glory fade; fade into the dark, deep and silent shadows.
Fade into the hollow nothingness we once followed...

Let the glory fade, I don't want it anymore...

-~-~-~-~
There is no Silicon Heaven! But where do all the calculators go ?

You could no more evade my wrath... than you could your own shadow!

Post Sat Jun 26, 2004 6:38 am

Thats very nice Heltak, anymore where that comes from?

Post Sat Jun 26, 2004 6:39 am

As soon as another like it spins from my head I'll tell ya

-~-~-~-~
There is no Silicon Heaven! But where do all the calculators go ?

You could no more evade my wrath... than you could your own shadow!

Post Sat Jun 26, 2004 6:44 am

I've always liked Robert Frost's stuff, especially these two:

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Acquainted with the night
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain --and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

Post Sat Jun 26, 2004 7:32 am

ah Rec, I go all girly over Robert Frost, he's my fav American poet bar none.

now I feel like going blowing up some Cold War military installations, just like in "Telefon" if "y'all" remember that.

as far as poetry goes, I reckon you're pushed to beat those Great War poets like Siegfried Sassoon and Wilfred Owen, properly structured poetry appeals to me, the skilled use of rythym and metre to enhance what's actually being said is always a joy to see. I'm not a fan of free-form poetry and find that too many modern "poets" rely on assonance and imagery rather than a true rhyme and metred structure. Like Ted Hughes (kin cant stand Ted Hughes)

teeth rending
claws wet glistening
wrenching tearing
owly old owly
death floats on the night
happy birthday your royal highness

(the sort of stuff Ted Targs used to knock out in the pub for atate occassions when he was poet laureate, I mean TH as poet laureate? what were they thinking of?)

Edited by - Tawakalna on 6/26/2004 8:41:46 AM

Post Sat Jun 26, 2004 7:48 am

Taw that afrikaans poem, is it by Eugene T?

Post Sat Jun 26, 2004 8:27 am

erm no actually it's the "Internationale" 3rd verse translated into Afrikaans; or so I'm led to believe, I can't actually spk Afrikaans, but I can pick out enough words to get the overall context.

what's the "Internationale" i hear you cry?

Post Sat Jun 26, 2004 8:30 am

No i didnt
but while you're at it you can just as well tell me
It sounded like sth he wrote

Post Sat Jun 26, 2004 12:32 pm

*ahem*

Due to the intellectual and spiritual bankruptcy that is known as Tawakalnism, it has no hymn of its own so the Fickle Fingered Leader has appropriated the Communist's Internationale for his own. Hence his rather intensive study in the verses and its translation into other languages.

PS:

The poem you posted earlier, if you were serious about not knowing its point, is one of many in which the author encourages the reader to live life to the fullest, but, in this case, not as a cavalier (i.e. eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we die) ... but because one must act to find good in every moment as it will not just come to you. The call is for you to take very moment of your life to be active
(or as they say in US marketing/sales speak.... "proactive" ) in everything you do so that you will find the good in what it is that you do.


Edited by - Indy11 on 6/26/2004 1:37:06 PM

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