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Post subject: Poetry
 Posted: Oct 24, 2002 - 03:09 AM
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Well, about two weeks ago, I wanted to start a topic about poetry; however, I thought that I would wait, seeing as a new board was on the way, and that by starting a topic, I was only consigning myself to its untimely demise.
So, here it is, a sample of some of my poetry. Please, tell me what you think, positive or negative, and feel free to post your own poetry, as I always enjoy seeing what talents the membership here are possessing of.
A Greener Side to Darkness by Robert Griffith
An opaque glass upon his heart was a mask,
Seen as a fertile ground through curious eyes,
Once could have been milder and greener to see,
Charred now in ruins of flame and eternal agony.
Through broken fence she began her difficult task,
Gazing through to see the pale red skies,
A plain ground ahead despite meeker beginnings,
Destruction of heart through his love?s endings.
Passing chambers of arid silence, she opens her flask,
To replenish the worn, torn life before it dies,
An oasis from desert, a hope well sprung,
Her palm she rested upon his tired heart and sung.
Survival in patience brought one question to ask,
?Why?? he pleads in a low rasp as she sighed,
??Did you save me,? his voice her mind surrounding,
Beats of a new heart forgiven are pounding.
Soothingly, ?Can you see beyond this bright stretch of land,
Of many things growing in what once was sand;?
An outcropping of inner strength brought from defeat,
Gave him a new meaning and steel drum to beat.
With a smile he removed his lonely mask,
Allowing her to see his bright green eyes,
Her heart intertwines with his in order to see,
A life renewed from once unending agony.
Resurrection of the Inner Heart by Robert Griffith
In time this world around us we see,
Will find new meaning between you and me.
From our first encounter of this brave new earth,
We both have the chance to witness a birth.
A deeper new love between her and I,
No longer will our encounter end with a sigh.
As each evening when we bid good night;
A warming glow will shine down upon so bright.
Lacking neither word nor coherent thought,
I found a special meaning within that which I sought.
Another emotion so powerful and meek,
Launched itself high to my mind?s peak.
In her gentle face I see not a mask,
Rather a friend with a plentiful flask.
A sip of her warmth brings color to life,
With this sweet drink my soul knows no strife.
Over time this world has gone all around,
Now only happiness and my love abound.
To peace and tranquility in our lives ahead,
No longer the future I look to with dread.
Those are only two of my poems, but if this thread succeeds, I'll post more.[/u]
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Posted: Oct 24, 2002 - 03:39 PM
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| please post more. I will read them. |
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Posted: Oct 24, 2002 - 11:21 PM
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You might be the only one reading them then, Joains! *laugh*
Paper in The Breeze by Robert Griffith
Like a piece of paper,
I flutter in the breeze,
Did not know how to live,
Opportunities few to seize.
In a nutshell,
I?ll tell you a tale,
Of a life spent wasted,
Words destined to fail.
Born into bad humor
A little boy that lied,
No one ever meant,
My heart for me to hide.
They passed me up,
And brought me down;
As a poor student,
I looked like a clown.
Many years spent saying,
That life was like a game,
And now I live hidden,
Heart beating in shame.
I'll post more later on. 
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Posted: Oct 25, 2002 - 10:26 PM
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Guess nobody likes my poetry. 
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Posted: Oct 25, 2002 - 10:34 PM
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Posted: Oct 25, 2002 - 11:46 PM
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Not bad Robert, I could read more.
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Posted: Oct 26, 2002 - 03:19 AM
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A Farewell To Our Town
The Shatner BBS, was a tiny little town,
A communtiy of neighbors, where friends were all around.
Blue smiley's were on each door-step, and welcomed each new guest,
While Bill and Liz, shared endlessly, to give our town the best.
Each evening we would gather, before we went to bed,
To see if all was well, too catch up on new threads.
We had parties in the square, where we sang and talked and played,
It never dawned upon us, that our town would go away.
Then one day a bulider came, with big enormous plans,
To turn our little town, into something big and grand.
He made it sound so wonderful, so how could we resist,
Little did we realize, this builder had a twist.
He went to work right away, and then other builders came,
And they changed the face of our little town, and even changed the name.
When their work was finished, they unveiled a brand new place,
And all the memories of our town, were gone without a trace.
A sadness filled my heart, when I realized what they'd done,
They erased our little town, and all we had begun.
We had to post our names again, for all we were was lost,
I wonder if technology...............was really worth the cost!
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Posted: Nov 07, 2002 - 06:31 PM
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I'm still guessing that no one likes my poetry, so I thought I'd give it another try. Below is another one of my poems. 
Too Many Secrets by Robert Griffith
Upon the dusty trail of life?s journeys you will find,
Many words uttered once thought left behind.
Never once did they know exactly what was missed,
I always remembered their cunning deeds on my list.
Foolish were the disenchanted that took life for granted,
Their truths of life were always so slanted.
A syllable-by-syllable expression of hate,
Often times swirls through this fertile gate,
Actions once thought only to have been in passing,
Didn?t they realize their ignorance everlasting?
Did one ever come and ask the truth to borrow,
No, no, they didn?t, their opportunities died in sorrow.
For them, the ignorant, little patience do I own,
Their entreaties and pain have become well known.
Too many secrets in this world do I know,
So few of them worth putting life on the go,
Each mystery providing eternal stagnation,
Bringing for them unimaginable frustration.
Some may ask if this passion a shame,
I had only to think of it a naughty game.
One of life, of love, of memories past,
Few forays into knowledge were ever able to last.
At my knees they begged for me to trade,
Even though their debt to me not yet fully paid!
Bring to me a drink of their misfortune,
Too see a life of pain in everlasting proportion.
Did they consider this lofty pursuit a pain?
With so few feelings unabashed in vain;
A riddle of words and actions not truthful,
Have I made a mistake and it not been fruitful?
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Posted: Nov 07, 2002 - 06:52 PM
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| I like them. I read everyone of them.......Poems are hard to comment on because they mean something different to everyone who reads them. I do understand what you mean however, some of the song parodies I do have 40 views and maybe 3 comments, if I am lucky.......I take solice that so many people have read them. And 68 have read yours..and counting |
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Posted: Nov 07, 2002 - 07:48 PM
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Location: "It isn't that they can't see the solution. It is that they can't see the problem."~ G.K.C
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Things
Things can make our bones shiver,
A thing is a vague word.
Things seen can make you quiver,
Some things should not be heard.
27 sec corney poem 
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Posted: Nov 08, 2002 - 02:24 AM
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Hi Robert, I just saw this...i'm waaay
behind in reading threads, but I'll give you
my opinion, if you like, and post (again!) the
only poem I have at the moment.
My artist Aunt always discouraged me from saying,
"I like it!", even if I did, because it didn't mean
much to her without details and I couldn't give them
to her, because I didn't know enough about painting.
Same with your poems...I do like them, but I
can't give you an educated reason why, even tho' I
majored in English.
Jo's right about that....appreciation is subjective,
unless you're a literary critic....but, I will
read them, if you read mine!
And you needn't say you like it...anyway,
it's just a ditty... Peg
A Ripped Shirt Poem
I like my Captain both handsome and daring,
But still am concerned with what he is wearing.
Although he is hot in whatever he wears.
l can't help preferring a shirt that has tears.
It means he's been brawling
Or saving a planet,
Or fighting a friend
Then pretending he's bought it.
Whatever the reason.
My heart's in a flutter.
Just hope that it means
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Post subject: Re: Poetry
Posted: Nov 08, 2002 - 02:57 AM
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I like all of your poems. I have one. Read it as if it were a Rapper song. Here goes:
MARGE'S RAP
I come from New Jersey
Where the grass is green,
Where the cows -- are quite large.
I stay home and study,
And I go to work,
And I go -- by the name of Marge.
Oh yeah,
And I go by the name of Marge.
Anyone can write
These stupid tunes.
I thought -- I'd give it a chance.
So, how do you like
My first attempt?
Does it make -- you want to dance?
Oh yeah,
Does it make you want to dance?
But now, if at first
You don't succeed,
I believe -- you don't give up.
Because if the bees
Don't like your stuff,
The flies -- will eat it up!
Oh yeah,
The flies will eat it up! |
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Posted: Nov 08, 2002 - 04:13 AM
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| Sad. Modern rap doesn't get much better than that. I'm not a huge fan of poetry. The only thing I really like it The Tell Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe, unless you call that a story. |
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Posted: Nov 08, 2002 - 01:23 PM
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| astrogirl wrote: | | Sad. Modern rap doesn't get much better than that. I'm not a huge fan of poetry. The only thing I really like it The Tell Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe, unless you call that a story. |
Edgar Allen Poe is, in my opinion, one of the best poets who has ever lived. I admit that I haven't read his work in several years, but I picked up a copy of his poetry a couple of weeks ago, and have yet to read it. My favorites of his are 'Annabelle Lee' and 'The Raven'. *s*
I never have been able to swallow rap. I listen to it, and I often wonder if it's music. People like Eminem and [insert names of other rappers] seem more like juvenile criminals than fledgling musicians.
Poetry is an aquired taste. You either get it, or you don't. If it's the latter, then, well, that's just how it is. It's like grapefruit -- you eithe rlike it, or it tastes really bad.
Robert |
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"Maybe we weren't meant for Paradise. Maybe we were meant to fight our way through, struggle, claw our way up, scratch for every inch of the way. Maybe we can't stroll to the music of the lute, we must march to the sound of drums."
-- Kirk to McCoy
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Posted: Nov 08, 2002 - 01:25 PM
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| peg wrote: | Hi Robert, I just saw this...i'm waaay
behind in reading threads, but I'll give you
my opinion, if you like, and post (again!) the
only poem I have at the moment.
My artist Aunt always discouraged me from saying,
"I like it!", even if I did, because it didn't mean
much to her without details and I couldn't give them
to her, because I didn't know enough about painting.
Same with your poems...I do like them, but I
can't give you an educated reason why, even tho' I
majored in English.
Jo's right about that....appreciation is subjective,
unless you're a literary critic....but, I will
read them, if you read mine!
And you needn't say you like it...anyway,
it's just a ditty... Peg
A Ripped Shirt Poem
I like my Captain both handsome and daring,
But still am concerned with what he is wearing.
Although he is hot in whatever he wears.
l can't help preferring a shirt that has tears.
It means he's been brawling
Or saving a planet,
Or fighting a friend
Then pretending he's bought it.
Whatever the reason.
My heart's in a flutter.
Just hope that it means
I'm his nurse, not his mother! |
Peg (or peg? ),
I do like your poem, but the only thing I found was that, in the second stanza, the last line doesn't rhyme with any of the others. 'Brawling' and 'Bought It' doesn't quite fit together. But I really do like it. *g* Shown it to Bill yet?
Robert |
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"Maybe we weren't meant for Paradise. Maybe we were meant to fight our way through, struggle, claw our way up, scratch for every inch of the way. Maybe we can't stroll to the music of the lute, we must march to the sound of drums."
-- Kirk to McCoy
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