Register    Login    Forum    Search    FAQ

Board index » Monty Python Forums » Silly




Post new topic Reply to topic  [ 60 posts ]  Go to page 1, 2, 3, 4, 5  Next
Author Message
 Post subject: POETRY or something like that...
 Post Posted: Fri May 04, 2007 6:06 pm 
Offline
Paranoid Android
User avatar

Joined: Mon Apr 02, 2007 10:41 am
Posts: 3369
Location: Off with his head, man, off with his head...
"What really comes out of incindentally remembering each year in a dull monotonous way?"

No use counting seconds, no use counting time
Why am I here?
The day goes slowly by
Sun rests on the pavement
What am I waiting for?
Waiting on the benches
waiting for the night
No, not really.
Just waiting... Listening to that same old song
"And just as when you feel as though you got strength enough to stand...
Sorrow's child, all weak and strange, stands waiting at your hand..."
Where would I find this child? Where should I search?
As death engulfs each dying man, each colour assimilates it's hues
and yet, I'm tired of fleeing... Man was not destined for flight
it only takes a few determined motions or perhaps some desperate moves
But I will see this through.
This nightmare tends to repeat itself should it remain unattended
But I'll tend to it
Or rather, I'm working on it right now...
Here is this stolen child, behind thick layers of dust and cobwebs
hiding, hiding, always hiding
So that it would be able to suddendly leap forth and cry:
"I've always been right here; it was you who didn't see me!!"
Astonished
should we laugh?
Weeping
will we give our hand?
And how should we caress our joy?
Eavesdropping on unknown people,
being sad for their sorrows and happy for their joy,
or the other way around?
Until we dizzily collapse on the floorboards
Exhausted, sweaty and yet so happily tired... So tired.
An evening by the sea isn't what it used to be
For the days have grown so smaller and the sea reeks of rotten fish
Do you feel thirsty now? Are you thirsty now? Are you?
And still I'm counting seconds/ Time seems to like my company
And still I'm waiting for this child to show itself.
Still
No movement.
I am shouting if you are willing to listen
"Where are these words that dare not speak for themselves?
The images that cannot be pictured?"
I lack attainment...
I seize...
_______

_________________
Image


Top 
 Profile  
 
 Post subject:
 Post Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 7:44 pm 
Offline
Paranoid Android
User avatar

Joined: Mon Apr 02, 2007 10:41 am
Posts: 3369
Location: Off with his head, man, off with his head...
You have a taste of tempest on your lips—But where did you wander
All day long in the hard reverie of stone and sea?
An eagle-bearing wind stripped the hills
Stripped your longing to the bone
And the pupils of your eyes received the message of chimera
Spotting memory with foam!
Where is the familiar slope of short September
On the red earth where you played, looking down
At the broad rows of the other girls
The corners where your friends left armfuls of rosemary.

But where did you wander
All night long in the hard reverie of stone and sea?
I told you to count in the naked water its luminous days
On your back to rejoice in the dawn of things
Or again to wander on yellow plains
With a clover of light on you breast, iambic heroine.

You have a taste of tempest on your lips
And a dress red as blood
Deep in the gold of summer
And the perfume of hyacinths—But where did you wander
Descending toward the shores, the pebbled bays?

There was cold salty seaweed there
But deeper a human feeling that bled
And you opened your arms in astonishment naming it
Climbing lightly to the clearness of the depths
Where your own starfish shone.

Listen. Speech is the prudence of the aged
And time is a passionate sculptor of men
And the sun stands over it, a beast of hope
And you, closer to it, embrace a love
With a bitter taste of tempest on your lips.

It is not for you, blue to the bone, to think of another summer,
For the rivers to change their bed
And take you back to their mother
For you to kiss other cherry trees
Or ride on the northwest wind.

Propped on the rocks, without yesterday or tomorrow,
Facing the dangers of the rocks with a hurricane hairstyle
You will say farewell to the riddle that is yours.

_________________
Image


Top 
 Profile  
 
 Post subject:
 Post Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 1:48 pm 
Offline
Hot Hungarian
User avatar

Joined: Mon Oct 09, 2006 3:04 pm
Posts: 2086
Location: Hungary
cool! like them!
I myself don't write any poetry, I express myself in music :oops:

_________________
Image


Top 
 Profile  
 
 Post subject:
 Post Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 5:13 pm 
Offline
Paranoid Android
User avatar

Joined: Mon Apr 02, 2007 10:41 am
Posts: 3369
Location: Off with his head, man, off with his head...
it's not mine :P

_________________
Image


Top 
 Profile  
 
 Post subject:
 Post Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 5:20 am 
Offline
Major Looney
User avatar

Joined: Tue May 22, 2007 4:20 am
Posts: 504
Location: Hell is where the heart is
I hope Jinxy doesn't mind if I post here a few of my favourite poems.


Barbara
Jacques Prévert

Remember Barbara
It rained relentlessly on Brest that day
And you walked smiling
Beaming ravishing drenched
Under the rain
Remember Barbara
It rained relentlessly on Brest that day
And I ran into you in Siam Street
You were smiling
And I smiled too
Remember Barbara
You whom I didn't know
You who didn't know me
Remember
Remember that day still
Don't forget
A man was taking cover on a porch
And he cried your name
Barbara
And you ran to him under the rain
Beaming ravishing drenched
And you threw yourself in his arms
Remember that Barbara
And don't be mad if I speak familiarly
I speak familiarly to everyone I love
Even if I've seen them only once
I speak familiarly to all who are in love
Even if I don't know them
Remember Barbara
Don't forget
That good and happy rain
On your happy face
On that happy town
That rain upon the sea
Upon the arsenal
Upon the Ushant boat
Oh Barbara
What stupidity is war
What has become of you
Under this iron rain
Of fire and steel and blood
And he who held you in his arms
Amorously
Is he dead and gone or still so much alive
Oh Barbara
It's rained all day on Brest today
As it was raining before
But it isn't the same anymore
And everything is wrecked
It's a rain of mourning terrible and desolate
Nor is it still a storm
Of iron and steel and blood
But simply clouds
That die like dogs
Dogs that disappear
In the downpour drowning Brest
And float away to rot
A long way off
A long long way from Brest
Of which there's nothing left.


The Dead Leaves
Jacques Prévert

Oh I wish so much you would remember
those happy days when we were friends.
Life in those times was so much brighter
and the sun was hotter than today.
Dead leaves picked up by the shovelful.
You see, I have not forgotten.
Dead leaves picked up by the shovelful,
memories and regrets also,
and the North wind carries them away
into the cold night of oblivion.
You see, I have not forgotten
the song that you sang for me:
It is a song resembling us.
We lived together, the both of us,
you who loved me
and I who loved you.
But life drives apart those who love
ever so softly
without a noise
and the sea erases from the sand
the steps of lovers gone their ways.


I Adore You as Much as the Nocturnal Vault...
Charles Baudelaire

I adore you as much as the nocturnal vault,
O vase of sadness, most taciturn one,
I love you all the more because you flee from me,
And because you appear, ornament of my nights,
More ironically to multiply the leagues
That separate my arms from the blue infinite.

I advance to attack, and I climb to assault,
Like a swarm of maggots after a cadaver,
And I cherish, implacable and cruel beast,
Even that coldness which makes you more beautiful.


Lady Love
Paul Eluard

She is standing on my eyelids
And her hair is in my hair
She has the color of my eye
She has the body of my hand
In my shade she is engulfed
As a stone against the sky

She will never close her eyes
And she does not let me sleep
And her dreams in the bright day
Make the suns evaporate
And me laugh cry and laugh
Speak when I have nothing to say

_________________
... I reached for your hand again
In the dark
Your hand was the light
But my hand sank through
And I whispered your name
in silence
Come back
Be mine ...


Top 
 Profile  
 
 Post subject:
 Post Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 1:45 pm 
Offline
Paranoid Android
User avatar

Joined: Mon Apr 02, 2007 10:41 am
Posts: 3369
Location: Off with his head, man, off with his head...
Why would i mind?
that's the purpose of the thread 8)

Poem follows:

Loneliness is not having to share

wrapped in gasoline and waiting for the fire
a manic puppet
If you can hear me
I'm screaming songs of solitude
I 've nothing to share besides my pain
I want no lyrics
only incomprehensible rhymes
and if you can understand
I'll consider you
friend
ally
fool

Another one. No title

___

How am I supposed to keep up with you?
You speak of silence, and your eyes blacken the days;
you speak not a word and leathery music scales my neck.

How am I supposed to understand you?
You hide in plain sight as if the night was velvet rain,
with one hand you crownme king and with the other hand me charity.

How am I supposed to recognise you?
Your hands promise shelter
but you bed with knives and razors

How will you come to me?
What will you say?

Is it now the time to understand?

All that has passed is yet to come.
All that remains has not withstanded.

I retain consciousness.
_________________

_________________
Image


Top 
 Profile  
 
 Post subject:
 Post Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 2:04 pm 
Offline
Paranoid Android
User avatar

Joined: Mon Apr 02, 2007 10:41 am
Posts: 3369
Location: Off with his head, man, off with his head...
Bluebird
Charles Bukowski

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?

_________________
Image


Top 
 Profile  
 
 Post subject:
 Post Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 2:11 pm 
Offline
Paranoid Android
User avatar

Joined: Mon Apr 02, 2007 10:41 am
Posts: 3369
Location: Off with his head, man, off with his head...
Safe and Protected

I used to shut my eyes and chase away all chasing
you'd weep then and my clothes would become ashes
I longed to hug you with my wings
But I've exchanged them for your kiss
We used to wear each others gazes on our flesh
and you were looking for me in the night
afraid you might wake up
I used to sink in you and all the clocks would falter
You peeked at the future at your past self.

Every time you look at me
I think you can remember

Everytime I kiss you
Can you feel my wings around you?

_________________
Image


Top 
 Profile  
 
 Post subject:
 Post Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 2:20 pm 
Offline
Paranoid Android
User avatar

Joined: Mon Apr 02, 2007 10:41 am
Posts: 3369
Location: Off with his head, man, off with his head...
How to find Love and how to lose it

I 've got a head full of paranoia
and a small pain that is totally mine
I was staring at building's antenae
and now I'm lost in the woods
Inside my head
completely imaginary images
short lessons on greek history
and an unjustifiable truth
no explanations
no hope of denial
"How, what, why" and other such
You can have the wheel
go wherever you want to
say whatever you want
offer no explanation if you don't want to
and if it makes you feel better
when you're crying
I'll be there...

_________________
Image


Top 
 Profile  
 
 Post subject:
 Post Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 6:34 pm 
Offline
Paranoid Android
User avatar

Joined: Mon Apr 02, 2007 10:41 am
Posts: 3369
Location: Off with his head, man, off with his head...
"And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
with the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion."

One of the best poems ever...

"And death shall have no dominion." by Dylan Thomas
_________________

_________________
Image


Top 
 Profile  
 
 Post subject:
 Post Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 5:07 am 
Offline
Major Looney
User avatar

Joined: Tue May 22, 2007 4:20 am
Posts: 504
Location: Hell is where the heart is
You all know this one :), but still:

Pablo Neruda :

Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

_________________
... I reached for your hand again
In the dark
Your hand was the light
But my hand sank through
And I whispered your name
in silence
Come back
Be mine ...


Top 
 Profile  
 
 Post subject:
 Post Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 5:19 am 
Offline
Major Looney
User avatar

Joined: Tue May 22, 2007 4:20 am
Posts: 504
Location: Hell is where the heart is
These were written by Leah Starr, a girl I met online years ago.. She had a web site with her poems.. we exchanged a couple of emails and then lost contact.. I can't find her website anymore or.. her..
Still, I think she would not mind me posting these 8)

A Tale of Love and Loss

I remember screaming at the tv
I was in a wet bathing suit, the one
With the red and white stripes
My body was tan and my blonde
Pigtails curled at the ends just right
But my tear streaked face
matched the red and white
And I told mom about the guy on tv
He said there was no such thing as santa claus
He told me the tooth fairy was a lie
And the easter bunny was my mom and dad
And at that moment my dreams were shattered
Naively I found one more fantasy
Shortly after I grew out of that red bathing suit
They called it love and I thought I saw a picture of it
When I looked in his eyes, naked for the first time
And then I found *her*.
Dreams of a marriage and a kid were broken
But all this was foam on the ocean surface to me
I found my treasure in her arms that night
She was the every fairy and fantasy I had ever lost years ago
This is love she told me, and I brushed her hair
Out of her eyes so I could fixate on my dreams
My seratonin level shot threw the ceiling
She followed my every move, like two siamese cats
We melted together and I fell asleep that night
With an IV hooked up to her breath
One morning she was gone, and my stomach sank
I remembered the guy on tv that one day, and he reminded me
That dreams are fantasies and we make metaphors
In poetry and light and music to cover the glare
Of reality
Yes she was gone, and I sat in my red and white
Striped bathing suit in my mind once more
I screamed at the tv , I cried to the moon
And I knelt to the floor, grabbing my knees for sanity
Looking up at the stars which mimicked my tears
Their form no longer gracious, but sharp and intimidating
I loved her, I cried out to the sky
Silence..I caught my breath. Silence
I lost her. Shes gone.


Irony

The sweet irony
It mocks itself over and over
In my mind
How you ‘gave it your best shot’
As I fell to the ground
In puddles of sighs
Floating away
Before they reached your mouth
Oh irony, sweet irony
In how you bent so many years
To open my eyes, to lick my lips
And force me to whip out promises
The kind you could never keep
And irony in your metal body
Walking the walk
I've grown to despise
Making things right by leaving me
Pretending this is no surprise
Irony in how I ran from you
But never stopped looking back
Strange how you’re always
Right behind me
With that same damn look
That killed me the first time
Making circles in the sand
The dizziness that makes the stars spin
No more beauty in moving pictures
I’m done with you, I’m done with irony.

_________________
... I reached for your hand again
In the dark
Your hand was the light
But my hand sank through
And I whispered your name
in silence
Come back
Be mine ...


Top 
 Profile  
 
Display posts from previous:  Sort by  
 
Post new topic Reply to topic  [ 60 posts ]  Go to page 1, 2, 3, 4, 5  Next

Board index » Monty Python Forums » Silly


Who is online

Users browsing this forum: No registered users and 1 guest

 
 

 
You cannot post new topics in this forum
You cannot reply to topics in this forum
You cannot edit your posts in this forum
You cannot delete your posts in this forum

Search for:
Jump to: