Poetry

[Yahoshua]

Just curious on this:

Who writes poetry?

Anything you want to post?

[Tchocky]

I write quite a bit, not sure about posting.

I do think it's a shame that more people write poetry than read it, but that might just be the snob in me speaking out.

Any favourite poets, Yahos?

[P_Funk]

Byron is a personal favourite. He manages the beautiful love poetry but I also love 'Darkness'. So dark (duh). Dante is also heartbreaking. La Vita Nuova is so sad.



That shoud be enough to kick start this whole thing.:up:

[Yahoshua]

I write a little bit. Out of every 30 or so I only find one that really good enough to share, but that's just my opinion.

Robert Frost and Shel Silverstein are the top two in my book.

Other poets down the road come to mind, but not so much as these two.

I don't remember reading Byron, perhaps I should check around on his. Or you could post your favorite Byron poems.

*EDIT*

Eh....I thought about it, I may as well post it here:

This poem was written in response to some guy who asked a general question on Yahoo.com about what happens to your soul after death. I wrote it as a response to his answer. I didn't put a title to it yet.



The long dark sleep, condemned to die,
rooted in hallowed ground wherein we lie.

A fading light, our single breath,
The soul is gone, we are at rest.

Can one return to tell his tale,
Of withered morrow and lonely vale?

When doth one end, to another begin,
Discerning love, laughter, sin?

Can one answer of their lonely tale,
Deserted town, unanswered hail?

Can one change his doom,
With him in the room?

Was he great or strong,
Raising cheers from joyous throng?

Was he evil, was he good,
Standing ground on where he stood?

Was he selfish, was he small,
Was he rich, was he tall?

Was he great, was he kind,
Was he poor, or sane in mind?

None great nor small,
Avoid the coming call.

The young, the foolish,
The old, the wise.

The rich, the poor,
The kind, the cruel.

Who can defy the morning cry,
A bitter weeping, the death we die.

A silent breath, deaths' embrace,
A silent prayer, a request for grace.

The pen is writing, the book is closing,
Sleep therein, a quiet dozing.

A fading light, our single breath,
The soul is gone, we are at rest.

[Sailor Steve]

Been writing songs for 40 years. Somehow the words aren't the same without the music.

[Ishmael]

Here's one I wrote on the 49th anniversary of Pearl Harbor. I entered into a poetry contest some years back and won $50 American with it.


Mushotoku
By Richard Scott

The essence of One Cut, We climbed Mt. Niitaka,
That bright December morning on the East Wind Rain.
Crying, “Asia for Asians!”, we stooped out of the sky over the harbor of pearls,
Like cherry blossom petals on the Kamikaze,
To slay the sleeping giant, honor our Emperor and our ancestors.
We ran wild over the Pacific for a year,
But Asia for the Japanese was not just.
For we had only awakened the giant,
Filling him with a terrible resolve.
Our Chiburi, blood falling like rain,
Was scattered across the jungles and atolls of the Pacific,
Leaving a trail for him to follow,
Back to the home islands.
We honored our Emperor and our ancestors,
But the giant brought with him the Whirlwind,
That burned shadows into the walls of Hiroshima and Nagasaki,
And changed the Divine Showa into a human being.

Mushotoku
By Richard Scott
© 1990 all rights reserved

[Sailor Steve]

That's very good, Mr. Scott!:up:

[SubSerpent]

Roses are Red
SubSerpent is Blue

The End :|\\


Simply The Best
By SubSerpent
No - © 2006 rights not reserved

[ASWnut101]

....ASWnut101 is cool,
how `bout you?:lol:

Continuation by
ASWnut101
Copyright (fake, so don't sue me)-2006.

:cool:

[SubSerpent]

You can't continue a work of art!!! :roll:

[Yahoshua]

Oh cool, the thread still lives!!

Nice poem Scott. Got any others you wanna share?

[Sailor Steve]

Roses are Red
SubSerpent is Blue

The End :|\\


Simply The Best
By SubSerpent
No - © 2006 rights not reserved

Roses are red
Violets are green
Get off yer butt
And join the marines!

John Wayne, in an old Laugh-In episode.

[Sailor Steve]

I set out to sea in my boat
To sink anything that did float
The merchies went down
But I had to frown
Those escorts really get my goat

[SubSerpent]

Reminds me of Dead Poets Society.



Wrote a Story About it.. Like to hear it? Here it Goes...

<SubSerpent plays a little diddy on his harmonica>

HHHHHEEEEYYYYYYEEEEYYYYY!!!

I wrote me this song,
about a poem,

HHHHHEEEEYYYYYEEEEYYYYYY!!!


Thank you very much!!!!:|\\

[August]

Found this on the headstone of Mary Chester who died at age 16 way back in the early nineteenth century.



Young friends regard this solemn truth
Soon you may die like me in youth
death is a debt to nature due
which I have paid and so must you.

[ASWnut101]

Reminds me of Dead Poets Society.



Wrote a Story About it.. Like to hear it? Here it Goes...

<SubSerpent plays a little diddy on his harmonica>

HHHHHEEEEYYYYYYEEEEYYYYY!!!

I wrote me this song,
about a poem,

HHHHHEEEEYYYYYEEEEYYYYYY!!!


Thank you very much!!!!:|\\

I can continue what I wan't because it wasn't copyrighted!:p

Ever think about putting a bit more words in? I think there are more dead poets than the letters in your song.:lol:

[Yahoshua]

Here lies the body of Mary-Lee,
Died at the age of 103.
For 15 years she kept her virginity,
Not a bad record for this vicinity.

-courtesy of Jaws.

[Camaero]

Rift

Soon it will slip into the lost realms of ancient moments
The unknown is full of past time long forgotten
Complete, distant treasures and seas of raw pure emotion
Always near rarely found

Written by me when I was bored one night.

[The Avon Lady]

Flashback: The SH3 Poetry Thread (http://www.subsim.com/radioroom/showthread.php?t=86374). :D

[Yahoshua]

Cool stuff AL, thx for the link.


Care to post anything?

[StdDev]

Ahem...... <tap> <tap> <tap>

I once knew a girl from Nantuckett
...

Oh wait... thats not the right one....