I love to write and also read other's writings. If you have any poetry that you would want to post I would love to read it.

Lost
My words lay blazen before your fiery altar;
exposed to the harsh reality of what I am not.
My pen is silent though my heart cries out.
It cries to empty masses devoid of ears to hear.
I run for the safety of darkened shadows,
but they only dissipate as if to mock my failed attempts.
I find no solace in you,
only charred reminders of what once was.
The dismembered notions of naivety,
drowned by the cloistered cries of regret,
serve as delicately painful reminders
of who you are and who I am not.


Jason Sullivan
Copyright ©2007















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more people write poetry than actually read it.

lol... I think you're right.. Have you ever read any Bukowski? Dude he was a riot. He pretty much drank and wrote poems.. So you can imagine what they sounded like..

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Bukowski used to post on this forum. Haven't seen a post from him in awhile. It could be because he is dead. But, then again, he was dead when he posted before.

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Oblique Observations
by Rod XXXXXX

Crooked table, lopsided door,
Maps to heaven on the floor;
Windswept statues line the lawn,
Down eighty steps, maybe more.
Thinking, laughing, never blue,
Dancing gaily ‘midst pots of glue;
Aging, graying and not caring
Who’s my partner, is it you?

Canneries line fair Monterey,
Tour guides move with feet of clay,
Cloudless skies above Nepenthe;
Big Sur on a sun-drenched day.
Flowered transport along the trail
Moves slowly past the old guardrail,
Turns left across the Rainbow Bridge,
Down to the post office to check the mail.

Where life takes us, we have no clue,
To things familiar or places new,
Gazing north, then looking south;
We stare past stars with childlike view.
Up ahead wait our lives’ dreams,
Often misty (or so it seems),
Like tea leaves in an empty cup;
We carry things to such extremes.

Love is summer, then it’s fall,
A timeless thing, after all,
The glistening dew on marbled breast;
To awaken us, to enthrall.
Then darkness comes with winter’s storm,
We cling tightly to bodies warm,
Observe the Solstice in all its glory,
As life’s sweet sacrament we perform.

(Finale)
Ah, but that was then, and this is now,
No more do we recite the Tao,
(And lost are we for that small thing);
Blown by the wind from the tree’s great bough.
Memories fade and often blur,
As we recall the way we were,
Dancing, loving, singing songs;
Those days, that time, in old Big Sur.



© 2006 - 2007 by Rod XXXXXX

That's awesome.. It has a kerouac kind of feel to it... Nice!

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Edited: 04/17/2007 at 09:05 AM by scubasteve

Thanks, but if I was doing Kerouac, it'd go something like this:

Music blaring people staring/ All the while Fate is glaring
scaring and bearing
the scars of my boxcar sins/
spent a year on the tracks staring through a crack
confounded by all that I lack/
looking back
pain and misery, black companions on the road to Hell

Or words to that effect.

Sweet!!! Dude did you ever read the Dharma Bums, or On the Road?

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You guys are pretty good!

Thanks for sharing. I hope there will be more.

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Sweet!!! Dude did you ever read the Dharma Bums, or On the Road?

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Yep, hence the reference to "boxcar sins."

<b>The Slippery Sable</b>
By Rod XXXXXX

Crackerjacks spilled upon the table
As the man explained the unwinding fable
About the hunter and the sable;
Of how she fled, steady and stable
And how he stumbled, quite unable
To enamor that which refused his label.

Mockingly, she laughed at him
And teased her pursuer on a whim;
”You’ll not have me, so fair, so slim,
”You’re much too lacking, much too dim.
”You can skate in a teacup, or dance on its rim,
”But to captivate me, you’ll need more than vim.”

Yet still he tracked her, through hill and dale,
For after all he was only male,
Determined was he to somehow prevail,
And of her honey himself avail,
After slipping off her handsome veil.

At last, in the pub, he ran her to ground,
Slipped up alongside her with nary a sound,
Placed a hand on her shoulder, gently spun her around
And slowly, with patience, began to expound . . .

”It’s but a game we play, so you run from me
”I chase only shadows that hide and flee,
”While you call out my name with laughter and glee;
”Two ships on the ocean, each adrift on the sea,
”Circling the island, windward and lee.
”I’ve searched since my childhood for someone like thee
”Ah, to be adored and admired
”By the lovely Amy.”

Copyright 2001 - 2007 by Rod XXXXXX


Edited: 04/17/2007 at 02:50 PM by tahoe

Poetry
On 2nd Light
Chances are
It'll start a fight

God and politics
Religion too
What's my poor brain
Gonna do?

Strega's gone
Man we miss him
When he gets back
Maybe Dave will kiss him

Like all my posts
It's getting clear
I've got nuthin
I'm outta here

I was writing poetry
Just the other day
I put down the pen
Cause there wasn't much to say

An old friend told me
I should write some more
So I kicked his arse
And threw him out the door

yeah, I've read "On the Road", and I've read Bukowski.

not a total waste of time, but close.

This was written by my teenage daughter Jessi.

My Virgo

Saw you across the canal In that cafe
The one with the fat striped yellow cat and for the first time your smile hit me
The gentle upturn of your lips
Like the side of your coffee cup in your hand
Hidden pale eyes under sun tea hair
Glancing off the azure ripples
Bouncing up into mine
You wore your loose tie like a scarf
With a casual romantic air
I still have those damn flowers
Somewhere
We lay on our backs
As our boat let the tides take control
Looking at only each others eyes
Laughing
And just talking
You played the lute
Remember it was missing two strings
And it always made us snicker
At the missed notes
But they were hinting non-the less
And in the park With the cherry blossoms
Landing peacefully on our hugging shoulders
On our joined hip the cat purred contently
As was my soul
Like the swirling bright red fall leaves
Passion burned
Then Aphrodite fell to fate
She had seemed
And destiny fair or not had beaten down our love
With its elaborately carved steel blade
Boasting it was for the best
Then with the falling of the amber sun Your eyes closed forever.

Way to go, Jessi. Very descriptive, very poignant. The line "Hidden pale eyes under sun tea hair " is excellent. Stay with it.

What kind of stuff do you like to read?

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yeah, I've read "On the Road", and I've read Bukowski.

not a total waste of time, but close.

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I've read most of the classics.
I've read military and political history and theory books.
and I love to read travel and adventure books.
travel journals, etc.

Cool... Sounds like you've done a little reading along the way...lol

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Maybe I should have been a doctor
Maybe I could have done some good in this world
Maybe I could have saved some life that was lost
Instead of burning every bridge I crossed

Dylan

Edited: 04/19/2007 at 09:17 AM by sandi

The Kings castration

Twas the night of the kings castration
Twas the night of the kings last ball
And all through the kingdom
The creatures were gathered in the great ball
Slinging camelsh&1t at one another
For in those days
Bullsh&1t had not yet been invented
A piece of camel sh&1t was thrown at random
Random ducked and the sh&1t hit the king
Sh&1t screamed the king
So all 30,000 loyal peasants dropped their drawers and strained
For in those days
THE KINGS WORD WAS LAW
With a tally ho came David
What hole said the king?
A$$hole said David
That is a very naughty word said the king
And for that
You shall be punished for 30 days and 30 nights
In my deepest and darkest dungeons
With nothing but Ex-lax and water
I'll die said David
You'll sh&1t said the king
So David dropped his drawers and strained
For in those days
THE KINGS WORD WAS LAW
Where is the queen
That fat bohemian bioch
Shouted the king
She's in the tall tower
Preferring the pink pr*ck of the prince
To the dangling d*ck of the archduke
David said
Well eff her said the king
So all 30,000 loyal peasants ran to the tall tower
For in those days
THE KINGS WORD WAS LAW
I need more land said David
Hows this for two acres said David
As he kicked him in the balls
Now cut that out said the king
So David did
Snip snip
For in those days
THE KINGS WORD WAS LAW
Twas the night of the kings castration
Twas the night of the kings last ball




Edited: 04/19/2007 at 04:57 PM by kneeblaster