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Sexy Celebrity

02-20-03, 05:41 PM

Why Was I Walking Alone?

Why was I walking alone?
In the city, the semi darkness of night,
all the lights could not have shown,
me, suffocating, locked inside,
the trunk of the evil man's car,
I almost died.
He didn't want me, just my body,
my womanly figure, my temple,
he thought I was just a hottie.

Suddenly, the car slowed,
I barely heard the door shut,
the blood trails must have glowed.
I saw him again, I was pulled out,
back to the semi darkness of night,
in this parking lot, I began to shout.
His strong hands hit me, then threw me down,
his hands fooled with my hair and dress,
I was below this sinister clown.
He was ready, all ready to abuse,
when he was just about to begin,
he met my shoes.

Then he looked down and realized
that I wasn't as feminine as he thought,
and boy was he surprised!
After I beated up the bad gnome,
Eddie Murphy drove by,
and offered to take me home.

Sexy Celebrity

02-22-03, 03:34 PM

Dreams Don't Die

Dreams don't die.
Souls never lie.
Truth doesn't cry.
People don't know why.
It's all going past your eye.
Is it better to be shy?
Is it all up in the sky?
Is it pulling off your tie?
Does it make you go "Oh, my" ?
Does it make you want to lie?
Do you fear that you're going to fry?
Are you asking why?
Are you really going to die?
Dreams don't die.
Dreams don't die.

Django

02-22-03, 05:40 PM

Growth
by Uday Gunjikar

The child learns
And becomes a man
Or woman--a full-fledged adult,
Not a cradle fledgling.
Spreading our wings,
We soar to heights undreamed of,
Rising above the lofty pinnacles
Of the highest peaks of Everest
To embrace the stars.

Faith
by Uday Gunjikar

When darkness envelops us,
Faith redeems us.
When we grope
In the inky blackness
Of the deep night,
When we are stifled and suffocated,
Coughing up black dust and phlegm
And thick smoke clouds our perception,
Stinging our eyes,
Making them water . . .
When we are paralyzed
In the grip of terror,
Tormented and plagued
By paranoid fantasies
And narcissistic delusions . . .
We can still turn to the Light
And find our way through the perilous shadows,
Emerging unscathed
From the Valley of the Shadow of Death--
The fearsome dell--
To exult in the warmth and glory,
The boundless grace and unconditional love
Of the Living Son.

Django

02-22-03, 07:12 PM

See below for more inspired poetry by yours truly! :D

Django

02-22-03, 07:40 PM

The Psycho
by Uday Gunjikar

The psycho eyes his neighbor
With piercing malice
Glowering in his eyes.
He coldly observes
The warm happiness
Of guiltless souls at play.
With cruel, dispassionate envy,
He schemes to destroy
The fleeting moments of pleasure and joy
That sincere hearts enjoy
In mutually consensual company.

The psycho reels and staggers
Under the perverse burden
Of his deranged, tormented imagination
As he concocts venomous lies
To demonize
And dehumanize
And persecute
The joyful at play.

Envious of their happiness,
He finds perverse pleasure
In savage, malicious destruction.

Django

02-22-03, 08:03 PM

Ah, poetry! The stuff of life! The joy of self-expression!

And I'm just getting started! :D

To the Party Pooper
by Uday Gunjikar

I was having such a good time
Until you showed up
And ruined my party.

You rained on my parade,
You arrogant, selfish, heartless oaf!

May you rot in hell
And may sadistic worms
Burrow through your skull
For all eternity!

To the Plagiarist
by Uday Gunjikar

I spent so many hours
Inventing original ideas—
The gems of my thoughts—
The condensation of my dreams—
The expression of my soul—
So many hours
Of loving toil
And midnight oil
Burned in dedicated pursuit
Of creativity.

Only to have it brutally plagiarized
By a witless profiteer
And traded
Like some tawdry commodity
On the common market!

I should sue the crap out of you
And make you pay
A bloody ransom
For your crime!
And maybe I will!

Except that I don’t have the time
Or inclination
Right now
To waste
On a futile struggle
Over niceties
In a drawn-out judicial process.

But don’t push your luck, scumbag!
I just might change my mind
The next time around
And take you for all you’ve got!

Sexy Celebrity

02-22-03, 10:04 PM

I love your stuff, Uday!

VCR

The time would be right now,
in my world,
this room full of remarkable spirits,
trapped inside,
a rectangular glowing boxcar.
We can't find any time for us.

My Contribution To Noise

We are fooled by our ears
there is never any silence,
such a dream, seconds away.
Quite the mechanical world.
Behold, it is upon thee,
stuttering,
graciously playing a record,
keeping lost animals dancing,
through a cloudy place of chemistry.
Installed, isn't everything mainly electric,
except battery operated vehicles,
all of it is fooling our eyes,
we are desensitized.
Mechanical worlds don't play,
in widescreen.
The perfect idyllic atmosphere,
we're on an elevator,
just heading there.
Going up or down,
never any silence in the mechanical tower,
not all floors are completely soundless.
Outside, there is never any silence.
When we are dead and below the earth,
there is still never any silence,
and we don't keep our ears forever then.
So what is fooling us?

Happiness

Happiness heals however hurt you are,
and the rain will wash the pain,
down the troubled street I see.
Standing still and silent, I summarize,
everything I've experienced,
and outside, the day is dark.
But when the clock chimed the time,
and then continued to tick tock,
my wait wanted to end,
and just as I thought it would, it did.
The room filled up with
the sweet, soft, sugary smell.
The daily delivered delicious donuts
here at last, after time had passed.
The delivery guy drives away with the
rain that's driving the pain,
away from me.
It's time that I munch on my lunch.

Monkeypunch

02-23-03, 02:04 AM

I don't think I'm a good poet in the least, but I wrote this. Do not rip it apart. Thank you.

Marta
by (you don't get to know my real name, sorry)

Six years
all that's left is this picture
your Janis Joplin smile

...short, no?

Django

02-23-03, 04:24 AM

Monkeypunch: short, brief, to the point, and very, very poignant. Sometimes what is left unsaid speaks louder than what is said! I was very impressed!

Jason, thanks for the appreciation. Your work is impressive too! :yup:

Django

02-23-03, 04:59 PM

To the Slanderer
by Uday Gunjikar

If you have
A case
Against me,
Show me the evidence!
Voice your claim
In the public eye!

But don’t go spreading
Vicious lies
And malicious rumors
About me
Behind my back
To ruthlessly brutalize
My good name,
To savage my reputation,
Alienate my friends
And loved ones
All over a pack of lies
Concocted
By the deranged, twisted mind
Of a malevolent scoundrel
Without conscience
Or heart—
Bent on malice
Without cause.

Slander
by Uday Gunjikar

Empty words
Echoing through the air
Without substance
Or form,
Containing the essence
Of a multitude
Of lies.

The perverse renderings
Of a deranged imagination—
Character assassination
Through malicious fabrication
Provokes a morbid fascination
Amongst the general population

A sordid crucifixion
Of innocence
With empty words—
Empty lies
Without substance,
Without evidence,
Without logic,
Without meaning,
Without reason or sense.

Hatred
Without cause
Inflames the eye
Of the slanderer.

Guilt and innocence
Bartered and traded
On the marketplace—
Sold to the highest bidder
Like some base commodity.
Justice perverted
Through the commerce
Of greedy liars
Plying their perverse trade
In the gloomy dungeons
Of a profane,
Perverse
Industry of deception.

Human Rights
by Uday Gunjikar

I have the right
To express myself,
To think for myself,
To act for myself,
To be myself—
To be alive
And free
And happy.

I have the right
To make mistakes
And be forgiven
Through faith.

I have a voice—
Identity.

I have the right
To be.

I have the right
To be
Human.

I have rights
For being
Human.

Tyranny
by Uday Gunjikar

The oppressive fist
That pushes you down
And crushes your dreams.

The iron slab
Of injustice
That
Rams
Your face
Into the dust,
Making you choke
As you inhale the fumes
Of political corruption.

The leather boot
That treads on you
And tramples your spirit,
Destroying your hopes.

The wooden club
That knocks you senseless,
Into grovelling submission.

The coldly calculating,
Manipulating,
Invisible eye
That controls your life,
Destroys your relationships,
Defames you with lies,
Humiliates you in public,
Corrupts your thoughts,
Pulls your strings.

The web of lies
That torment you
With empty guilt
Over nothing.

Big Brother’s
Watchful eye—
Invisible control—
Loss of identity.

The Profiteer
by Uday Gunjikar

"What does it
Profit
A man
That he should gain
The entire world
And forfeit
His very soul?

Or what can a man
Give
In exchange
For his soul?"

When you sell your soul
For trivial merchandise—
For immediate gain—
For personal profit—
Perhaps the cost
Far outweighs
The benefits.

Deception
by Uday Gunjikar

The unseen web
Of lies—
Manipulation—
The electronic hiss
Of white noise—
Static—
And dynamic—
That conceals
A network of deceit.

Electronic poison
Filters silently
Across the still air.

The flash of images—
A face,
A voice,
A silent explosion
In a remote land.

Concealment,
Containment,
Silent coercion,
Hypnotic persuasion,
Subliminal molestation.

Django

02-25-03, 06:01 PM

The Terminator
by Uday Gunjikar

A fist punches
Through
A car windshield.

The cold,
Mechanical,
Inhuman,
Blank stare
Of a machine of death.

Single-minded,
Relentless,
Inexorable aggression
Without provocation
Or cause
Or meaning
Or mercy.

“The sole purpose
For my existence
Is to destroy yours,”
It seems to say
As it deliberately hunts
Its fleeing quarry.

The human animal
Scampers through the shadows
Seeking refuge
From the piercing stare
Of the ruthless,
Relentless,
Oppressive
Death machine—

Digitizing the world
Into a sequence
Of electronic signals—
A data stream
To be computed,
Calculated,
And manipulated
Into an instrument of torture
And sudden destruction.

A mechanical endoskeleton
Encased by human flesh.
A cold, inhuman eye
Shining in the darkness—
A malevolent beacon
Signaling impending,
Inescapable,
Certain doom.

Arnold Schwarzenegger
Excels
In a classic screen performance
As the Terminator—
A James Cameron film
With Linda Hamilton
In the starring role.
A brilliant film
From start to finish.

Politics
by Uday Gunjikar

The feral howl
Of the untamed mob—
Crude violence,
Profanity,
The savage glint
Of teeth bared
In a barbarous guffaw—
A profane gesture
Coupled with a sneer
And a hollow chuckle—
Sadistic pleasure indulged
In the brutal suffering
Of the common man.

A politician smiles
Knowingly
With icy, deliberate calculation—
His chill voice
Provoking mayhem—
A strategic maneuver
To boost his ratings.

His advisors cackle,
Lurking in the shadows
Behind his podium.
The speechmakers
And image-consultants
Smile and nod,
Twitching expectantly
In breathless anticipation
Of the politician’s
Sharp,
Ringing
Electronic voice
Cutting through the icy wind
Like a Toledo blade.

The politician smirks,
Recalling the syllables
Of his speech—memorized
To perfection
The night before.
He parts his lips—
The crowd roars—
He smiles once more—
Raises his hands,
His fingers pointing
Towards the sky.

“I must preserve
My own credibility
At all costs,”
He silently reflects,
“Even by ruthlessly destroying
The credibility of my enemies.”

“Nothing must stand in my way—
I rule supreme!”

He raises his hands
And speaks with eloquence
Of his political agenda—
“Tomorrow, we go to war . . .
Or build a bridge . . .
Or raise taxes . . .
Or triple the deficit . . .”
It matters little what he says—
The untutored mob—
The media’s pawn—
Screams and yells
Regardless.

The politician smiles
Obviously pleased
With the success of his endeavors.
His oratorical skill
Has served him well.
He glows with pride
As his cronies
Pat him on the back,
Shake his hand
And congratulate him.
“For he’s a jolly good fellow!”
They chant with one voice.
“For he’s a jolly good fellow,
And so say all of us!”

The following morning,
A button is depressed,
An order given,
A salute snapped—
With a deafening roar
A supersonic jet
Releases
A 20 ton
Nuclear device
Over a hapless
Third-world nation.

Devastation—
Mutilation—
Carnage beyond imagination.
Body parts lie scattered
Across the charred landscape—
Skeletons with fragments of flesh
Still half-attached
Lie contorted in heaps
While at the crater of the blast,
All that remains
Are charred markings on the soil—
The frugal remains
Of bodies completely vaporized
By the raw intensity
Of the blast of heat.

The politician smiles.
“Success,” he muses,
“My ratings will soar!
The people love me!
I am a god!”

He pauses.

“No,” he thinks.

“Not A god.”

“I AM God.”

“When people pray,
They pray to me!”

He smiles, a toothy grin.
“I like the sound of that!”
He mutters to himself
With quiet satisfaction.

“Maybe that could be
My campaign slogan
For the next election.”

Yoda

02-26-03, 09:11 PM

Originally posted by Django
Sometimes what is left unsaid speaks louder than what is said!
"Art consists of limitation. The most beautiful part of every picture is the frame."
-- G.K. Chesterton

The Silver Bullet

02-27-03, 12:26 AM

Isn't it just? Is there anything more beautiful than a 16:9 aspect ratio? Black bars on the screen? Widescreen? Open ended endings? Time limitations? Budgetary restrictions? Lack of equipment?

Sigh. Wonderful. The best part of art is the limitations. The best part of the limitations is the challenge. The best part of the challenge is the experiment. The best part of that is the ingenuity of it all.

Django

03-03-03, 02:08 AM

Reflections Upon Stubbing my Toe against a Door
by Uday Gunjikar

I stubbed my toe
Against a door
And silently reflected,

“Ow!
That hurts!”

Love
by Uday Gunjikar

Love
is
Ecstasy
When you have it . . .

Bitterness
When you have lost it . . .

Django

03-03-03, 02:16 AM

Savage Beauty
by Uday Gunjikar

She had the beauty
Of a wild, exotic rose
And the savage
Cruelty
Of a bush of thorny briars.

Django

03-03-03, 02:50 AM

The Pain of Passion
by Uday Gunjikar

I loved her
With a deep,
Fervent,
Desperate
Passion . . .

Until she
Sadistically
Cut my heart out
And fed it to a wild pack
Of barking,
Hungry dogs.

Django

03-03-03, 06:40 PM

The Statesman
by Uday Gunjikar

A cold, cynical
Man of the State—
A methodical,
Machiavellian
Political machine
Whose life consists
Of an endless series
Of calculated,
Legalistic,
Strategic maneuvers
And commercial transactions
All designed
To further his pursuit
Of personal gain—
Political power—
Domination—
Control—
Manipulation.

His soul
Is totally, utterly, completely
Hollow—
Empty—
Dead—

Devoid
Of Poetry—
Romance—
Feeling—

Of the wild, unbridled,
Burning Passion
Of the Poet.

Django

03-05-03, 02:04 AM

Expensive Lies
by Uday Gunjikar

Since time immemorial,
The rich have always been
Hell-bent on
Persecuting
The poor—
But nowadays, it seems,
They prefer to hire
Expensive lawyers
To do the job
For them.

Perhaps the outright oppression
Of the past
Was preferable
To the convoluted,
Twisted
Web of lies—
The tapestry of deceit—
That conceals the crimes
Of the wealthy
And powerful
In modern times—
For then, at least,
The evil
Was apparent.

Imprison the poor,
If you must,
In ghettoes—
Enslave them
In concentration camps—
Shoot them in the back—
Burn them at the stake—
Throw them to the lions—
Crucify them—

But please—
Don’t feed them with
Expensive lies—
Perverse rationalizations
Blandly to justify
Inhuman
Malevolence—
Like a fresh coat of paint
Over a rusted car
Or a beautiful face
Masking
An ugly, rotten heart.

Heroes and Cowards
by Uday Gunjikar

The hero
Puts his own
Life
And personal welfare
On the line
To help others
Whenever he can.

The selfish
Coward
Cynically finds,
In another’s crisis,
The perfect opportunity
For personal
Profit.

Django

03-06-03, 03:20 AM

Ruthless Bastards
by Uday Gunjikar

It seems, sometimes,
That
Ruthless Bastards
Control the world—
Cold-blooded
Politicians
Who have no
Guilt
Or shame
Or conscience
Over what they do—
Sadistic animals
Who shamelessly
Manipulate
And destroy
Human lives
To get ahead—
To serve their own
Political needs.

The terrorist—
Monster though he may be—
Doesn’t stand a chance
Against
The local politician—
The friendly guy
With a smiling face
Whom we see on TV,
Wrapped in the flag
And grinningly
Patting little children
On the head
With a patronizing air.

Saddam Hussein—
That brutal tyrant—
Is a patsy
Compared
To the average
Patriotic scoundrel
Who fights abroad
Supposedly
For the free, democratic
Way of life—
While flagrantly violating
Every democratic principle
In his own homeland—
Denying freedom,
Civil liberties
And human rights
To his own people.

Josef Stalin—
Adolph Hitler—
Hirohito—
Mao Tse Tung—
Osama bin Laden—
These are names
To be feared
And despised
Beyond a doubt.
But perhaps
Even these evil men
Pale
In comparison
With the likes of
George S. Patton—
J. Edgar Hoover—
Joseph McCarthy—
Lyndon B. Johnson—
Richard Nixon—
Not to mention
The White Knights
Of the Ku Klux Klan!

I love America—
The land of freedom
And opportunity—
Of liberty
And justice
For all—
Where we all have
The rights
To life, liberty and
The pursuit of happiness.

Which is why,
All the more,
I despise
Tyranny
In whatever way, shape or form
It may take
Or with whatever lies or deception
It may mask itself.

Let freedom reign!
And may the world be
A better place
As a result.

Django

03-16-03, 11:28 PM

Spitfire
by Uday Gunjikar

With cold, ruthless,
Mechanistic ferocity,
The tiny
World War II
Fighter aircraft
Fires bullet after bullet
Of malice,
Venom
And destructive vengeance
Without mercy.

The spitfire veers
In the cold, dank air
And begins its next volley—
A relentless onslaught
Of mechanical rage.

Like bullet
After bullet—
Lie
After lie
Bombards the brain—
Knocking you senseless—
Overwhelming you
With sheer intensity—
A deluge of deception—
Wave after wave—
Bullet after bullet—
Of distortion,
Corruption,
Perversion
Of the Truth

The spitfire,
Levelling its wings,
Grabbing the icy wind,
Scowls at its victim
And with a
Predatory snarl
Of its engines,
Begins anew—
A never-ending cycle
Of venomous, destructive lies
Spitting out
Ceaselessly,
Relentlessly,
And, ultimately,
Meaninglessly.

And in between
The sputtering chatter
Of machine gunfire,
It seems to groan
As it repeats
The monotonous refrain,
“If you can tell
A whole lot of lies
In quick,
Rapid
Succession,
You can convince people
Of pretty much
Anything . . .”

theshape82

03-16-03, 11:37 PM

As i was going up the stair
i met a man who wasn't there
he wasn't there again today
i wish, i wish he'd stay away

Gracie

03-28-03, 03:46 PM

Why don't your poems rhyme, Django?
I thought you said you had to go?
Why haven't you left since you said you would?
But really, would you leave if you could?
MoFo is a lifestyle, not an activity.
With lots to do and lots to see!
People have come, and people have gone,
But you stay forever, or not for long.
Like Moulin Rouge, you hate it or love it,
But at the moment, all I can do is sit.
I can think about the war, religion, abortion,
And if the rich should pay more than their portion.
I've learned so much and come so far,
that I can't reach to raise the bar.
I'll need many elders to help me gain wisdom,
And to whatever it takes to get heaven to come.

Sir Toose

03-28-03, 04:25 PM

Originally posted by Gracie
Why don't your poems rhyme, Django?
I thought you said you had to go?
Why haven't you left since you said you would?
But really, would you leave if you could?
MoFo is a lifestyle, not an activity.
With lots to do and lots to see!
People have come, and people have gone,
But you stay forever, or not for long.
Like Moulin Rouge, you hate it or love it,
But at the moment, all I can do is sit.
I can think about the war, religion, abortion,
And if the rich should pay more than their portion.
I've learned so much and come so far,
that I can't reach to raise the bar.
I'll need many elders to help me gain wisdom,
And to whatever it takes to get heaven to come.

Bravo!

Great job Grace... the last six lines are fantastic! Your mama should be proud.

Gracie

03-28-03, 05:41 PM

Thank you! I seem to have a flare for this!
Anywhere I go, MoFo's something I'll miss.
My mama is proud, as proud as can be!
Proud for all her children (but most of all, me!).
I've never really gotten used to this unlikely talent,
And I enjoy the compliment, but let's not get our priorities bent.
It takes time, effort, and a strong will to get through in life,
Or you can cruise through school and live a life of strife!
It's all because of my father, he's taught me everything,
Even though on 2 different fingers, he put a wedding ring.
He's taught me well, but what I've learned on this site,
Is that, with lots of caffiene, you can stay up for 3 nights!

Django

03-28-03, 07:23 PM

Bravo, Gracie, your stuff is very impressive!

Incidentally, poetry doesn't have to rhyme, or even have meter. Strictly speaking, poetry is just honest self-expression. So, in my opinion at least, poetry doesn't have to have rhyme or meter. It just needs to flow well.

Incidentally, I didn't leave MoFo, nor do I dislike it. It's just that I was very busy at the time and decided to take a hiatus from the board. However, I do keep checking back regularly, when I find some time, and, occasionally, such as now, I even post on MoFo.

Toose, take it easy!

Talk to you guys later. Adios for now!

Sir Toose

03-29-03, 11:35 PM

..also..

I loved your work too Django. Very compelling and 'lean'. I mean that in the best of ways... it is a true talent that can say so much with so few words.

Stick around and post more poems if you don't wanna argue.

Some of us would appreciate that.

See ya.

Sexy Celebrity

03-30-03, 12:20 AM

Set fire to the poems.
Watch them burn and yearn
to be real again.

The life expectancy of a poem
is nothing
when it is already dead.

Perhaps you'd like to write a poem.
Wouldn't that be great?
Too late.

How do you define a poem?
Is it soft and white
and read all over?

Sometimes.

Sir Toose

03-30-03, 01:05 AM

Originally posted by Sexy Celebrity
Set fire to the poems.
Watch them burn and yearn
to be real again.

The life expectancy of a poem
is nothing
when it is already dead.

Perhaps you'd like to write a poem.
Wouldn't that be great?
Too late.

How do you define a poem?
Is it soft and white
and read all over?

Sometimes.

Bravo!

Watch them burn and yearn
to be real again.

That's beautiful man.

Sexy Celebrity

03-30-03, 01:09 AM

Thank you, kind sir. I came up with it on the spot.

Sexy Celebrity

03-30-03, 01:16 AM

Intense Agony

Intense agony is kind of like war
But it's cheaper than wine
and still fine.
Intense agony is a burial ground
it's fresh
it's delightful
it's creme de la creme.
It's something to aspire to be.
It's something quite like me.

Oh, intense agony
intense agony.....
intense agony.....
intense agony.....

FREE ME!
Intense agony.....
drop
Intense agony.....

Intense agony.....
Intense agony.....
Intense agony.....
Intense agony.....
Intense agony.....

Well, that pretty much sums up what a true poem is.
Anyone have any thoughts?
Teacher, what do you say?
Class?
Nothing?
Okay, close your books.

Stupid poem.
Write a story!
Hail the glory!

Django

03-30-03, 09:08 PM

Originally posted by Sir Toose
..also..

I loved your work too Django. Very compelling and 'lean'. I mean that in the best of ways... it is a true talent that can say so much with so few words.

Stick around and post more poems if you don't wanna argue.

Some of us would appreciate that.

See ya.

Toose, thanks for your words of critical appreciation! I would be glad to oblige you the next time inspiration hits!

Incidentally, I love a good debate as much as anybody--please tell Yoda that. It's just that, of late, I have to devote most of my time making ends meet, so I just don't have the time I would like to spare to spend on debating the issues. Maybe sometime in the future, after I have properly settled down and established myself.

Take it easy and keep the poetry flowing!

Celebrity, your stuff is inspired! Brilliant, man!

Yoda

03-30-03, 09:33 PM

Uh, not to start another argument, but did you really insinuate that George Patton is more to be feared than Osama Bin Laden?

Django

03-31-03, 12:47 AM

Absolutely! Patton was a ruthless monster, a perfect example of a man so driven by patriotic fervor, or, should I say, jingoistic fervor, as to lose all sense of balance or propriety or humanity.

Yoda

03-31-03, 01:30 AM

Originally posted by Django
Absolutely! Patton was a ruthless monster, a perfect example of a man so driven by patriotic fervor, or, should I say, jingoistic fervor, as to lose all sense of balance or propriety or humanity.
Um, what makes you say that?

Django

03-31-03, 02:20 AM

Here's a speech:

A General Talks to His Army

"Now I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. You won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country. Men, all this stuff you've heard about America not wanting to fight, wanting to stay out of the war, is a lot of horse dung. Americans traditionally love to fight. ALL REAL Americans, love the sting of battle. When you were kids, you all admired the champion marble shooter, the fastest runner, the big league ball players, the toughest boxers . . . Americans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Americans play to win all the time. I wouldn't give a hoot in Hell for a man who lost and laughed. That's why Americans have never lost and will never lose a war. Because the very thought of losing is hateful to Americans. Now, an army is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps, fights as a team. This individuality stuff is a bunch of crap. The bilious bastards who wrote that stuff about individuality for the Saturday Evening Post, don't know anything more about real battle than they do about fornicating. Now we have the finest food and equipment, the best spirit, and the best men in the world. You know . . . My God, I actually pity those poor bastards we're going up against. My God, I do. We're not just going to shoot the bastards, we're going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We're going to murder those lousy Hun bastards by the bushel. Now some of you boys, I know, are wondering whether or not you'll chicken out under fire. Don't worry about it. I can assure you that you'll all do your duty. The Nazis are the enemy. Wade into them. Spill their blood, shoot them in the belly. When you put your hand into a bunch of goo, that a moment before was your best friends face, you'll know what to do. Now there's another thing I want you to remember. I don't want to get any messages saying that we are holding our position. We're not holding anything, we'll let the Hun do that. We are advancing constantly, and we're not interested in holding onto anything except the enemy. We're going to hold onto him by the nose, and we're going to kick him in the ass. We're going to kick the hell out of him all the time, and we're going to go through him like crap through a goose. Now, there's one thing that you men will be able to say when you get back home, and you may thank God for it. Thirty years from now when you're sitting around your fireside with your grandson on your knee, and he asks you, "What did you do in the great World War Two?" You won't have to say, "Well, I shoveled **** in Louisiana." Alright now, you sons of bitches, you know how I feel. Oh! . . . I will be proud to lead you wonderful guys into battle anytime, anywhere. That's all."
General George S. Patton, Jr.
3rd Army speech

England, 31 May 1944

6th Armored Division

Are the sentiments expressed in this speech far removed from Nazi ideals? Contempt for individualism, contempt for life, contempt for weakness, extreme belligerency, the glorification of war and killing . . . not exactly Christian sentiments!

Yoda

03-31-03, 07:39 PM

Originally posted by Django
Are the sentiments expressed in this speech far removed from Nazi ideals? Contempt for individualism, contempt for life, contempt for weakness, extreme belligerency, the glorification of war and killing . . . not exactly Christian sentiments!
It's pretty hard to express Nazi ideals when you're giving a speech motivating people to, well, kill Nazis. And of course he's showing contempt for individualism; you do realize this is the ARMY we're talking about, right? There's not much room for creative freedom and interpretative dance when people's lives are on the line.

I also wonder if you see the irony in labeling "contempt for weakness" as a principle General Patton ought not to hold.

Django

03-31-03, 09:11 PM

Have you heard of the concept of excessive force?

The fact that the enemy, in this case, happens to be the Nazis is incidental. Basically, in Patton's mind (in my opinion), the enemy is the enemy--the other guy, the foreigner, the opponent. Patton equates "Nazi" with "foreigner" or "enemy", not realizing that his own attitudes that he voices in this speech are not far removed from the attitudes of the Nazis themselves. What makes Patton a controversial figure is that he used Nazi-like tactics against the Nazis themselves--excessive brute force, dehumanizing the enemy, extreme belligerency, contempt for life and individuality, etc. The point is, was it justified? In my opinion, it was not. The end never justifies the means.

Yoda

03-31-03, 09:38 PM

Originally posted by Django
Have you heard of the concept of excessive force?
Killing your enemy in a war is not excessive force.

Originally posted by Django
The fact that the enemy, in this case, happens to be the Nazis is incidental. Basically, in Patton's mind (in my opinion), the enemy is the enemy--the other guy, the foreigner, the opponent. Patton equates "Nazi" with "foreigner" or "enemy", not realizing that his own attitudes that he voices in this speech are not far removed from the attitudes of the Nazis themselves.
Do you have ANYTHING other than utter speculation to validate the claim that this was, in fact, Patton's mindset?

Originally posted by Django
What makes Patton a controversial figure is that he used Nazi-like tactics against the Nazis themselves--excessive brute force, dehumanizing the enemy, extreme belligerency, contempt for life and individuality, etc.
Extreme belligerency is not a Nazi "tactic" -- it's a war tactic. If you're not belligerent, you're a poor soldier. The military standards you're advocating would have us nothing short of demolished right now. So far your only real gripe about Patton is that he said mean things about the Nazis (who were doing horribly inhuman things) during a time of war. Oh, the humanity. How dare he lower the self-esteem of those who commit genocide.

The men you criticize...men like Patton...are the same men that have helped allow you to have the freedom to criticize them in the first place. You're trying to cut off the tree branch you're sitting on, bub.

Django

03-31-03, 10:39 PM

Originally posted by Yoda

Killing your enemy in a war is not excessive force.

Maybe not, but surely this is: "We're not just going to shoot the bastards, we're going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We're going to murder those lousy Hun bastards by the bushel."

Originally posted by Yoda

Do you have ANYTHING other than utter speculation to validate the claim that this was, in fact, Patton's mindset?
I'm not speculating about what is apparent in the speech I quoted.

Originally posted by Yoda

Extreme belligerency is not a Nazi "tactic" -- it's a war tactic. If you're not belligerent, you're a poor soldier. The military standards you're advocating would have us nothing short of demolished right now. So far your only real gripe about Patton is that he said mean things about the Nazis (who were doing horribly inhuman things) during a time of war. Oh, the humanity. How dare he lower the self-esteem of those who commit genocide.
Extreme belligerency is a Nazi tactic. Extreme brutality in war definitely is a Nazi tactic. Have you heard of the term "blitzkreig"? Invented by the Nazis. Tank warfare--the "panzer" attack--again, invented by the Nazis. Basically, Patton was turning the same Nazi tactics against the Nazis themselves. Sure, for those of us on the winning side, we have reason to be happy to see our enemies go down, by whatever means necessary. In a strictly legal sense, however, a war crime is a war crime, and a war criminal is a war criminal, whatever side he may be on.

Originally posted by Yoda

The men you criticize...men like Patton...are the same men that have helped allow you to have the freedom to criticize them in the first place. You're trying to cut off the tree branch you're sitting on, bub.
Patton did not win the war. Patton was a war criminal who was relieved of his command before the war came to a head for his words, tactics and actions. The war was won by more civilized men like Montgomery, Eisenhower, etc.--men who were able to maintain a sense of balance in the context of war and not get carried away and lose all sense of balance, like Patton.

Caitlyn

04-01-03, 02:23 PM

Originally posted by Django
Patton did not win the war. Patton was a war criminal who was relieved of his command before the war came to a head for his words, tactics and actions. The war was won by more civilized men like Montgomery, Eisenhower, etc.--men who were able to maintain a sense of balance in the context of war and not get carried away and lose all sense of balance, like Patton.

Strange…I’m beginning to wonder what they teach in India... Patton is a hero to the American people and those he helped to liberate from the Nazis… not a war criminal or is it just your opinion that he is a war criminal? And when was he relieved of his duties? Oh wait… you mean after Patton and the 3rd Army swept across France and Germany and Germany surrendered… I had almost forgotten that Patton got in trouble for using former Nazi’s for advisors on domestic affairs dealing with the German people… a move that everyone now agrees was extremely intelligent on his part since Germans were more used to dealing with their own people. Oh… and he also got in trouble because he was a little too vocal about wanting to nip a "little" problem called the Soviet Union in the bud before it got out of hand… hmm... wonder how that would have all turned out if they had listened to him at the time...

And as far as his speeches go… they were designed to inspire his soldiers to over come the fear of their own death so they could fight the Nazi’s… Anyone who knows anything about war at all knows the best way to get killed or to get someone next to you killed is to worry about it… Patton took a bunch of mainly “green” 18 year old kids off the farm and turned them into one of the most admired fighting forces in WWII…admired on all sides btw…

Sir Toose

04-01-03, 02:43 PM

Is it just me or do you guys love it when she does this?

You're awesome, C.

theshape82

04-01-03, 02:59 PM

i know this isn't a poem....actually it's a toast...but i thought i'd put it anyways

here's to you
here's to me
friends we will always be
but if we should ever disagree
f**k you, here's to me

Yoda

04-01-03, 03:18 PM

Cait's already laid the ideological smackdown, so I'll just weigh in briefly:

Maybe not, but surely this is: "We're not just going to shoot the bastards, we're going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We're going to murder those lousy Hun bastards by the bushel."
It's called motivation. He did not actually grease tanks with Nazi guts. Therefore, there's no excessive force. You're equating Patton with Hitler because he liked to trash-talk, basically. I don't know if you appreciate just how ridiculous that is. Belligerance is a problem at Bible Study. Not on the battlefield. Your complaints reveal a very deep-seeded naivete in regards to war.

His motto was "a pint of sweat saves a gallon of blood." And if you have to scream at your troops...if you have to speak harsly to get that pint of sweat...then you do it, end of story. And he did. And many gallons of blood were saved simply because he ignored people like you floating ridiculous concerns for Nazi self-esteem.

Here's what it comes down to: Patton sees a truck barreling towards you, dives to push you out of the way, and all you can do is complain about the bruise you got when he shoved you onto the sidewalk. Time for a reality check.

Originally posted by Sir Toose
Is it just me or do you guys love it when she does this?
:laugh: Ain't just you, man. She's somethin' else.

Django

04-02-03, 03:56 AM

Patton . . . a hero? I think the consensus is that Patton was a major league psycho! I don't know where you get your information from Caitlyn, but your opinions are seriously freaky! I will get back to this issue after researching a bit, but I genuinely feel concerned about you, Caitlyn! How in God's name can you feel sympathy for a fruitcake like George S. Patton, not to mention George W. Bush! Incidentally, my remarks are not intended to elicit sympathy for the Nazis, merely to point out that the Germans were not the only ruthless, sadistic, psychotic bastards in WWII--that, in fact, the Allies had their own share of war criminals--and yes, Patton was a war criminal, no doubt in my mind about it. And a seriously deranged character too. But, of course, you folks will start crying for evidence, which I will provide, in due course.

Django

04-02-03, 04:18 AM

Audacious and profane, General George S. Patton, Jr. was one of the ablest and most controversial U.S. commanders in World War II. The San Gabriel, California native was fond of presenting himself as a modern-day cavalryman, outfitted with ivory-handled sidearm and leading tank outfits across Nazi-occupied France. Patton once exclaimed, "Compared to war, all other forms of human endeavor shrink to insignificance."

Patton distinguished himself in various World War II campaigns including the invasion of North Africa and the capture of Sicily. It was during the Sicilian campaign that Patton generated considerable controversy when he struck a hospitalized G.I. whom he accused of being a malingerer. For this act, the general was forced to issue a public apology. Such miscues forced Eisenhower to reprimand the outspoken and colorful general.

Patton's expertise in tank command helped frustrate the December 1944 German counteroffensive in the Ardennes at the Battle of the Bulge. Under his command the Third Army swept into Germany and into Czechoslovakia. In April 1945, Patton was promoted to temporary four-star general, but was removed by Eisenhower from his leadership of the Third Army for making inflammatory remarks concerning the denazification policies.

In December 1945, less than a year after the defeat of the Nazis, Patton was killed in an automobile accident in Germany.

"A hero to some is a monster to others." - Django

Django

04-02-03, 04:35 AM

Basically, Caitlyn, you see Patton as an extremely capable military man. There is no denying that his accomplishments are admirable and that he is a larger-than-life historical figure, respected and feared by many. However, there is, in my mind, at least, no denying also that he was an inhuman monster, driven to the extreme--an example of what happens to people who take militarism to the extreme. This was a man who shamelessly glorified war--not just the dubious glamor and glory of war, but the ugliest and most offensive dimensions of war. In the speech I quoted above, which you interpret as a motivational speech, Patton actually glorifies completely annihilating the enemy--"cut out their living guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks". There are ways of motivating soldiers short of turning them into inhuman monsters by glorifying the most profane dimensions of war and short of utterly dehumanizing the enemy. All I'm saying is that one doesn't have to turn into a raving lunatic, foaming at the mouth, to have a successful military career--take Eisenhower, Montgomery, and others, for example. Patton was promoted to 4-star generalship for his successful campaigns, but was reprimanded by his C.O., Dwight D. Eisenhower for his words and actions, and subsequently removed from command. Eisenhower went on the become one of the most successful Presidents in US history, while Patton went on to become one of the most controversial personages in US history. Maybe he was never court-martialled--which would have made him an explicit war criminal. But he was reprimanded and removed from command. For a man of his seniority, it doesn't get more serious than that, especially at the very climax of WWII!

Yoda

04-02-03, 11:01 AM

However, there is, in my mind, at least, no denying also that he was an inhuman monster, driven to the extreme--an example of what happens to people who take militarism to the extreme. This was a man who shamelessly glorified war--not just the dubious glamor and glory of war, but the ugliest and most offensive dimensions of war.
Give me one good reason why I should equate trash-talk with genocide. Just one.

All I'm saying is that one doesn't have to turn into a raving lunatic, foaming at the mouth, to have a successful military career--take Eisenhower, Montgomery, and others, for example.
Don't you see how ridiculous it is to on one side babble about how horrible and brutal war is, yet try to pretend that rough language like Patton's is somehow out of place in it? Have some perspective. See my truck analogy again.

"A hero to some is a monster to others." - Django
"Yelling mean things in the heat of war is not the same thing as murdering civilians." -- Yoda

Django

04-02-03, 11:13 PM

Well, Hitler never actually killed anyone. He only made the speeches. But that's taking it to the extreme, really.

Fact is that Patton was a very capable soldier, but also a very ruthless soldier. I presume that that's what led Eisenhower to reprimand him and remove him from command at the height of the Normandy Invasion in WWII. I don't know exactly what happened--I will have to research that historical period more fully--maybe watch the movie again and read up on Patton, Rommel, Eisenhower and the rest of them.

But, to slightly divert from the topic, I mentioned above that the use of "excessive force" was a Nazi concept. Well, that's only partly true, as the use of excessive force dates back at least to the Middle Ages--to the time of Vlad the Impaler, a.k.a. Count Dracula, the Rumanian warlord who impaled his enemies (the barbaric Ottoman Turks) on spikes and feasted on their remains--eating their flesh and drinking their blood. Makes you think a little bit about Patton's speech, doesn't it?

Yoda

04-02-03, 11:53 PM

Originally posted by Django
Makes you think a little bit about Patton's speech, doesn't it?
No, not really.

Django

04-03-03, 01:54 AM

Let me rephrase that: "It makes you think twice about Patton's speech, doesn't it?"

I'm referring, of course, to the evils of "excessive force".

Yoda

04-03-03, 02:07 AM

Originally posted by Django
Let me rephrase that: "It makes you think twice about Patton's speech, doesn't it?"

I'm referring, of course, to the evils of "excessive force".
No, it doesn't make me think twice about it at all. Patton did not use Nazi guts to grease the treads of his tanks. He talked tashed to motivate his soldiers. This isn't even in the rough vicinity of the atrocities you're speaking of.

As I've stated several times before, both plainly and in a completely ignored (but highly applicable) analogy: show some freakin' perspective. If words were deeds, you might have a point, but they aren't, and therefore you don't.

Django

04-03-03, 05:28 AM

This is obviously not just a question of trash-talk. I used the speech as an example of Patton's mentality. His deeds reflected his words, though I can't give you specific examples offhand--I will have to research the man's life. But Patton did do some pretty atrocious things, obviously, enough to lose his command at the high tide of the Normandy Invasion.

Yoda

04-03-03, 11:33 AM

Originally posted by Django
This is obviously not just a question of trash-talk.
Then you've no one to blame but yourself. I've asked you many times to demonstrate why he's in the same league with the men you listed, and all you've given me is a few harsh words in a speech, roughly. That simply doesn't cut it.

The fact that have to do more research to continue shows that you simply said something without thinking. You're HOPING to find that he committed an act which will justify your claim, but you don't know offhand, which means you didn't know when you wrote it. Which means you originally made him out to be a heinous murder over -- you guessed it -- simple trash talking.

Caitlyn

04-03-03, 11:54 PM

Originally posted by Django

Patton . . . A hero? I think the consensus is that Patton was a major league psycho!

Consensus implies the majority share that opinion… would you please post the source for your information that says the majority of people and not just you believe that General George Smith Patton was a major league psycho…

Basically, Caitlyn, you see Patton as an extremely capable military man.

What I see is an American who became a human shield standing in front of innocent human beings doing everything in his power to protect each and every one of them by stopping an evil that threatened their very existence… a man who was willing to die to preserve the very freedoms you profess to admire so much…

But, to slightly divert from the topic, I mentioned above that the use of "excessive force" was a Nazi concept. Well, that's only partly true, as the use of excessive force dates back at least to the Middle Ages--to the time of Vlad the Impaler, a.k.a. Count Dracula, the Rumanian warlord who impaled his enemies (the barbaric Ottoman Turks) on spikes and feasted on their remains--eating their flesh and drinking their blood. Makes you think a little bit about Patton's speech, doesn't it?

No… it doesn’t make me think about Patton’s speech at all… it does however make me think about an account I read about the Nazis placing heads on poles and laughing while they washed their faces in the dripping blood… it also reminds me of the pictures I saw of Nazis holding their guns in the air with babies impaled on their bayonets…

This is obviously not just a question of trash-talk. I used the speech as an example of Patton's mentality. His deeds reflected his words, though I can't give you specific examples offhand--I will have to research the man's life. But Patton did do some pretty atrocious things, obviously, enough to lose his command at the high tide of the Normandy Invasion.

You have no idea what Patton’s mentality was and you have no idea what you are even talking about… if you did, you would know that the Normandy Invasion took place on June 6, 1944 and that Patton was in Normandy at the time in command of the 3rd Army… he did not lose his command “at the high tide of the Normandy Invasion” and had you bothered to read my previous post, you would know what he was reprimanded for and when… and if you know anything about the years following WWII, you would know that Patton was apparently smarter then the men who reprimanded him…

The bottom line is that General George Smith Patton is a decorated American war hero and all your delusional accusations are not going to change that fact…

Django

04-04-03, 01:41 AM

Originally posted by Yoda

Then you've no one to blame but yourself. I've asked you many times to demonstrate why he's in the same league with the men you listed, and all you've given me is a few harsh words in a speech, roughly. That simply doesn't cut it.

The fact that have to do more research to continue shows that you simply said something without thinking. You're HOPING to find that he committed an act which will justify your claim, but you don't know offhand, which means you didn't know when you wrote it. Which means you originally made him out to be a heinous murder over -- you guessed it -- simple trash talking.
Hey, I don't have to prove anything! The FACTS are that, after being promoted to 4-star generalship, Patton was reprimanded by his C.O. and removed from command--at the climax of the Normandy Invasion. This is not exactly a trivial thing. I won't pretend to know exactly what happened. Not everything is necessarily documented. I'll try to dig up some solid information when I find the time. But the facts of what happened remain--Patton, an extremely ruthless, though successful, military commander, was removed from command by his C.O., Gen. Dwight D. Eisenhower at the climax of WWII. Why, exactly? I'm not sure, but it must have been serious to warrant that kind of serious course of action.

Yoda

04-04-03, 01:56 AM

Originally posted by Django
Hey, I don't have to prove anything!
Just thought everyone should see this again.

Django

04-04-03, 02:08 AM

Originally posted by Caitlyn

Consensus implies the majority share that opinion… would you please post the source for your information that says the majority of people and not just you believe that General George Smith Patton was a major league psycho…

Most people I have come across seem to share my opinion.

Originally posted by Caitlyn

What I see is an American who became a human shield standing in front of innocent human beings doing everything in his power to protect each and every one of them by stopping an evil that threatened their very existence… a man who was willing to die to preserve the very freedoms you profess to admire so much…

I don't deny that Patton did many things that are unquestionably commendable. But you make him out to be some kind of martyr, when he was hardly that. He was a ruthless warmonger who thrived--exulted--on war. He went to war not to serve some higher cause or to fight the Nazis. He went to war because he believed that "compared to war, all other forms of human endeavor shrink to insignificance"--he actually enjoyed fighting and murdering people. That was his calling in life--to be a ruthless warmonger, to fight in wars for no other reason except that he enjoyed it. That's what made him so feared and successful--he took pleasure in killing the enemy and in terrorizing the crap out of him. His terror tactics made him a terrorist, arguably, and, consequently, as feared and terrible as he was. Fact is, Patton got a kick out of going to war and kicking the enemy's butt--not just that, but totally annihilating the enemy and grinding him to a powder. Does that make him a hero? I would argue--no. It makes him a seriously deranged psychotic--a murderous madman. I think Eisenhower thought so too, which is why he removed Patton from command.

Originally posted by Caitlyn

No… it doesn’t make me think about Patton’s speech at all… it does however make me think about an account I read about the Nazis placing heads on poles and laughing while they washed their faces in the dripping blood… it also reminds me of the pictures I saw of Nazis holding their guns in the air with babies impaled on their bayonets…
Again, I don't deny that the Nazis were brutal, inhuman bastards. I'm saying that Patton did some things that places him close to their level, if not entirely on their level

Originally posted by Caitlyn

You have no idea what Patton’s mentality was and you have no idea what you are even talking about… if you did, you would know that the Normandy Invasion took place on June 6, 1944 and that Patton was in Normandy at the time in command of the 3rd Army… he did not lose his command “at the high tide of the Normandy Invasion” and had you bothered to read my previous post, you would know what he was reprimanded for and when… and if you know anything about the years following WWII, you would know that Patton was apparently smarter then the men who reprimanded him…

True, I can only conjecture about Patton's mentality based on the evidence I have before me. There's no way to be certain.
Point is that Patton lost his command at the very climax of WWII.
Patton was smarter than Dwight D. Eisenhower? Not so sure about that.

Originally posted by Caitlyn

The bottom line is that General George Smith Patton is a decorated American war hero and all your delusional accusations are not going to change that fact…
Hardly delusional. I am simply stating the facts and my personal opinions based on the facts. Decorated he may have been, but he was also a major league whacko. Patton was in the war for no other reason than that he enjoyed it. It was fun for him. That makes him a serious fruitcake in my book.

Yoda

04-04-03, 02:37 AM

I love this line of reasoning. Patton must have done something wrong (but you don't know what it is) to lose his command around the end of the war, and therefore he's in the same league as Hitler.

See if you can spot the leap in logic.

Django

04-04-03, 03:11 AM

That's a major oversimplification of what I said. My comments are based on all the evidence I have pertaining to the life of Patton, from which I attempt to sketch out the kind of man he must have been. Based on the evidence at my disposal, he comes across, to me, as a ruthless warmonger who lost his humanity somewhere along the way.

Yoda, what you are doing is facetious! You're using linear logic to justify your lame stand. Try looking at the big picture, for a change--assess the facts a little more holistically instead of sticking with a linear approach, which gets pretty tedious after awhile, to tell you the truth.

MyRobotSuit

04-04-03, 03:48 AM

Oh my God! I haven't been to this thread for a while! I expected to read a few poems but noooooooooo another django argument.

Django

04-04-03, 04:26 AM

LOL! Sorry to upset you minion! But I wasn't the one to start it! You have to blame it on the almighty Yoda and his argumentative nature! :yup:

Django

04-04-03, 04:27 AM

Hey, maybe Yoda could edit this argument into another thread, so as not to spoil the poetry thread!

MyRobotSuit

04-04-03, 04:27 AM

shhhhhhhhh shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh be quiet Djangooo!!!! ;)

Django

04-04-03, 04:33 AM

You mean, I shouldn't be giving Yoda ideas?

MyRobotSuit

04-04-03, 04:55 AM

no, i just meant (and i don't mean this a bad way) that everytime you say something other people interpret it very badly like here, you are speaking directly about Yoda and so forcing him to join this debate.

Django

04-04-03, 05:18 AM

Okay, I'll try to stay quiet from now on! :D Unless, of course, something forces me to open my big mouth!

Yoda

04-04-03, 09:17 AM

Originally posted by Django
That's a major oversimplification of what I said. My comments are based on all the evidence I have pertaining to the life of Patton, from which I attempt to sketch out the kind of man he must have been. Based on the evidence at my disposal, he comes across, to me, as a ruthless warmonger who lost his humanity somewhere along the way.
It's not an oversimplification at all. It doesn't leave any major point out. You say he's a horrible man, and you're basing that on just two things: 1) effective motivational trash-talk, and 2) the fact that he was scolded and removed from his command. You don't know WHY he was removed, but you're just assuming it's something horrible that would put him in league with men like Hitler and Bin Laden.

Originally posted by Django
Yoda, what you are doing is facetious! You're using linear logic to justify your lame stand. Try looking at the big picture, for a change--assess the facts a little more holistically instead of sticking with a linear approach, which gets pretty tedious after awhile, to tell you the truth.
My summary of your claims is accurate. You're trying to cloud it, though, and I don't blame you...if I were making your sorts of arguments, I'd try to cloud things, too. But it comes down to simple facts: you have nothing but trash-talk and guesswork, and in any reasonable person's book, that's not NEARLY enough to justify the accusations you've thrown around.

Steve

04-05-03, 01:17 AM

Originally posted by Django
Hey, maybe Yoda could edit this argument into another thread, so as not to spoil the poetry thread!

This is a thread that need be spoiled.

Caitlyn

04-06-03, 12:38 AM

Originally posted by Django

Most people I have come across seem to share my opinion.

Translation: Dejango shares his own opinion… just as I suspected.

I don't deny that Patton did many things that are unquestionably commendable. But you make him out to be some kind of martyr, when he was hardly that. He was a ruthless warmonger who thrived--exulted--on war. He went to war not to serve some higher cause or to fight the Nazis. He went to war because he believed that "compared to war, all other forms of human endeavor shrink to insignificance"--he actually enjoyed fighting and murdering people. That was his calling in life--to be a ruthless warmonger, to fight in wars for no other reason except that he enjoyed it. That's what made him so feared and successful--he took pleasure in killing the enemy and in terrorizing the crap out of him. His terror tactics made him a terrorist, arguably, and, consequently, as feared and terrible as he was. Fact is, Patton got a kick out of going to war and kicking the enemy's butt--not just that, but totally annihilating the enemy and grinding him to a powder. Does that make him a hero? I would argue--no. It makes him a seriously deranged psychotic--a murderous madman. I think Eisenhower thought so too, which is why he removed Patton from command.

Patton was a career military man… not a monster and not a murderer… had it not been for Patton and men like him, America wouldn’t even have been here for you to move to… you need to think about that before you start calling someone a deranged psycho and murderous madman based on a few quotes and a speech they made… and it is very apparent that is all you have been basing your opinion on. I guess you missed these though…

“The leader must be an actor." ~ General George S. Patton

AND

"Sure, we want to go home. We want this war over with. The quickest way to get it over with is to go get the bastards who started it. The quicker they are whipped, the quicker we can go home.” ~ General George S. Patton

You keep spouting off about Patton’s Commanding Officer reprimanding him but apparently it has never even dawned on you that that same Commanding Officer was also issuing the orders Patton was following...

I’m not going to repeat this again… so pay attention. Patton was not relieved of his duties at the climax of the Normandy invasion…

Germany surrendered on May 8, 1945... Japan surrendered on August 14, 1945...
Patton was relieved of his command of the 3rd Army on October 29, 1945...
Almost 3 months after WWII was over… and after he was removed from commanding the 3rd Army, he was given command of the 15th Army which was being formed to do an in depth study of WWII to see where American military weaknesses and strengths were…

As far as why Patton was reprimanded… it was all political and I am not going to repeat myself on the whys… I will, however, say that by the end of 1945 Eisenhower had changed his mind and agreed with Patton… unfortunately he never had the chance to tell him though because Patton died before he could…

Hardly delusional. I am simply stating the facts and my personal opinions based on the facts. Decorated he may have been, but he was also a major league whacko. Patton was in the war for no other reason than that he enjoyed it. It was fun for him. That makes him a serious fruitcake in my book.

No… you have not been stating the facts… you have tried to turn your own personal opinions into facts… there is a difference.

Django

04-06-03, 01:09 AM

Okay, Caitlyn! You win! Whatever . . .

Yoda

04-06-03, 01:16 AM

You know, the metaphorical throwing up of hands and mock submission bit only works if you've established your argument somehow. It comes off as downright pretentious if done in response to being flatly contradicted with verifiable facts.

Django

04-06-03, 01:19 AM

The real reason I'm conceding here is because this is the friggin' POETRY thread and, secondly, because I'm too busy trying to earn a living to research on Patton. As I see it, this debate could continue forever, and, frankly, I don't have the time!

Sexy Celebrity

04-07-03, 03:24 AM

Patton
He makes me think of satin
just because his last name rhymes with it
It also rhymes with latin
and "cattin"
But cattin isn't a real word
It's just a good way
to describe
a type of cat-like activity
I know I'm not making much sense
but it's because it's 2 AM
So leave me alone
So go use the phone
Oh Oh Oh
Patton

Caitlyn

04-07-03, 03:27 AM

:laugh:

Yoda

04-07-03, 10:32 AM

Originally posted by Django
The real reason I'm conceding here is because this is the friggin' POETRY thread and, secondly, because I'm too busy trying to earn a living to research on Patton. As I see it, this debate could continue forever, and, frankly, I don't have the time!
Um, don't you see any irony in the fact that the argument started because you made claims about Patton, but that you can't continue it because you don't know enough about him offhand? By your own admission, your original claims were hollow.

Anyway, the "not enough time" explanation still doesn't wash, given the frequency of your visits/posting.

Django

04-07-03, 07:31 PM

I liked Celeb's poem better than your rantings, Yoda!

Anyway, like I said, I don't have the time to carry on with this debate. I have already posted what I believe to be sufficient justification for my claims. You keep challenging my claims and clamoring for more evidence. I just don't have the free time to research further on this. Make of this what you will!

Django

04-07-03, 07:35 PM

By the way, here's a historical impersonator playing Patton:

Yoda

04-07-03, 07:36 PM

Originally posted by Django
I liked Celeb's poem better than your rantings, Yoda!
Wow. Shocking that you would prefer a non-threatening poem to a scathing criticism of your shortcomings. I sure as hell didn't see that coming.

Originally posted by Django
Anyway, like I said, I don't have the time to carry on with this debate. I have already posted what I believe to be sufficient justification for my claims. You keep challenging my claims and clamoring for more evidence. I just don't have the free time to research further on this. Make of this what you will!
Yeah, I, uh, already debunked both of those claims. See my last post for details.

:yawn:

Yoda

04-07-03, 07:38 PM

Here's a contemporary impersonator playing you.

http://www.game-revolution.com/chatter/mailbag/dumb.jpg

Django

04-07-03, 07:38 PM

And here's another quote from Patton:

Yoda

04-07-03, 07:40 PM

Originally posted by Django
And here's another quote from Patton
If you're trying to make that quote out to be negative, you are completely and utterly detached from reality.

Django

04-07-03, 07:42 PM

Originally posted by Yoda
Here's a contemporary impersonator playing you.

http://www.game-revolution.com/chatter/mailbag/dumb.jpg
LOL! Jim Carrey? FYI, I've already hired Stallone to play me! He does a much better job!

Originally posted by Yoda

Yeah, I, uh, already debunked both of those claims. See my last post for details.
Wow! Some things just don't register, do they? No matter how many times I repeat them!
:rolleyes:

Django

04-07-03, 07:45 PM

Yoda, here's a contemporary impersonator playing you :D ;) :laugh: :

Caitlyn

04-07-03, 07:52 PM

Originally posted by Dejango

LOL! Jim Carrey? FYI, I've already hired Stallone to play me! He does a much better job!

Considering Stallone charges millions, if you can afford to pay him to play you, then you should be able to afford to take enough time off to produce proof of all the accusations you’ve posted… end of story.

Django

04-07-03, 07:55 PM

Sly's an old friend. He's impersonating me for free! :D

Yoda

04-07-03, 08:03 PM

I wouldn't normally bother to decimate your ridiculous stances, but seeing as how you're pretty much begging for it, I'm takin' you to Chinatown...

Concerning your claim against Patton
You have given three reasons for equating Patton with murderers: trash-talk, belligerence and the fact that he was reprimanded. Trash Talk - clearly this gripe is ridiculous. Words are not deeds, and talking about killing people in gruesome ways (especially when CLEARLY done for motivational purposes) is not comparable to actually doing so. End of story.

Belligerence - this has already been addressed at length. He's a soldier, not a seamstress. He's supposed to be belligerent.

Reprimanded - people are relieved of duty constantly. It doesn't make them all horrible men. You also don't seem to have any clue as to why he was relieved of duty. You can't judge the reason as horrible if you don't know what it is.Here's another problem: you've shown that your entire stance is based on an assumption by claiming that he was reprimanded at the "climax" of WWII. Caitlyn shot this down, you said it again, she shot it down again, and you then gave a mock surrender. Or, in other words: you never admitted to your mistake, and the fact that it was made in the first place speaks of your tendency to pretend you know about things you don't.

Concerning your claim to "not have time" to back your claims
You've posted almost 3 dozen times in the last few days. You've visited several times a day and spent in upwards of an hour straight on this site regularly. You've collected and posted political caricatures and other various things of that nature since claiming you had no time to make your case. What's more, you've posted several times IN THIS VERY THREAD after claiming you had no time to support your claims. Sorry, but this explanation is clearly bull.

Logic; ain't it a bitch?

And if you're gonna try to make fun of me, at least look further than something jrs posted within the last 48 hours. Sheesh.

Django

04-07-03, 08:36 PM

Since Yoda insists on harping on about this, here goes (and this is my last say on this issue):

Originally posted by Caitlyn

Patton was a career military man… not a monster and not a murderer… had it not been for Patton and men like him, America wouldn’t even have been here for you to move to… you need to think about that before you start calling someone a deranged psycho and murderous madman based on a few quotes and a speech they made… and it is very apparent that is all you have been basing your opinion on. I guess you missed these though…

Patton may well have been a career military man--but he was an exceptionally brutal career military man, one who obviously got a thrill out of war and battle. My point is that there are many successful career military men who achieve their ends without becoming ruthless monsters, which is how I see Patton.

Originally posted by Caitlyn

“The leader must be an actor." ~ General George S. Patton

AND

"Sure, we want to go home. We want this war over with. The quickest way to get it over with is to go get the bastards who started it. The quicker they are whipped, the quicker we can go home.” ~ General George S. Patton

What you seem to be suggesting here is that Patton's rhetoric was a performance intended to galvanize his men into action. While that may well be partially true, other evidence (such as the other quote I cited earlier about war in general) and some of his actions, seem to indicate that Patton got carried away by war and became unnecesarily ruthless and brutal. Perhaps it's a question of degree. Some people get so carried away by the war they are fighting that they lose touch with everything else--they become obsessive. I suggest that's what happened to Patton, for good or for bad.

Originally posted by Caitlyn

You keep spouting off about Patton’s Commanding Officer reprimanding him but apparently it has never even dawned on you that that same Commanding Officer was also issuing the orders Patton was following...

I’m not going to repeat this again… so pay attention. Patton was not relieved of his duties at the climax of the Normandy invasion…

Germany surrendered on May 8, 1945... Japan surrendered on August 14, 1945...
Patton was relieved of his command of the 3rd Army on October 29, 1945...
Almost 3 months after WWII was over… and after he was removed from commanding the 3rd Army, he was given command of the 15th Army which was being formed to do an in depth study of WWII to see where American military weaknesses and strengths were…

As far as why Patton was reprimanded… it was all political and I am not going to repeat myself on the whys… I will, however, say that by the end of 1945 Eisenhower had changed his mind and agreed with Patton… unfortunately he never had the chance to tell him though because Patton died before he could…

I'll have to check up on this. Incidentally, Eisenhower might have been issuing the commands, but Patton was not one to always follow the commands. Also, there's no way for a C.O. to control everything a subordinate does. You've heard the old Nazi alibi, "We were just following orders"--well, in my book, it just doesn't cut the mustard. C.O.'s always give their subordinates discretionary powers. It just seems to me that Patton abused his privileges and went a little too far. Regarding the timing of Patton's dismissal, well, perhaps he was removed of command immediately after WWII as a disciplinary measure for his actions during WWII--because, for obvious logistical reasons, it couldn't happen during WWII. Just as a war criminal is court-martialed after the fact, perhaps Patton was disciplined after the events in question. Still a pretty terrible end to his career--for a 4-star general at the fore-front of the Normandy Invasion, as you so adeptly pointed out--to be removed from command immediately afterwards (relatively speaking) is a pretty shameful blot on a burgeoning career. As for Eisenhower's move being political and that he changed his mind after the fact--that's speculation unless you can provide the documentary evidence.

Originally posted by Caitlyn

No… you have not been stating the facts… you have tried to turn your own personal opinions into facts… there is a difference.
No, I have been citing my interpretations of the facts--tying together the historical evidence as it presents itself into a theory that explains the facts, in my opinion.

Sexy Celebrity

04-08-03, 01:01 AM

Django, here's a Cher impersonator playing you.

"If I could have more time.............."

Caitlyn

04-08-03, 03:00 AM

You know what Dejango… I’m not even going to worry with you on this anymore since you had the audacity to accuse me of speculating and asked for documentation when you’ve failed to provide one piece of evidence to support your ludicrous claims on this subject or any other you’ve posted in this forum… but I have something else to say to you… as an American and as someone who lost family and friends on 9/11 not to mention the fact I was almost killed, I find your “poem” suggesting General Patton was eviler then Osama bin Laden not only extremely offensive but idiotic as well… and if in fact that is what is in your heart (you did say poetry came from the heart) you are no different then the ones who stood and cheered as the buildings fell on 9/11 and that in my book makes you a bigger monster then you have accused Patton of being…

Sexy Celebrity

04-08-03, 01:11 PM

What the? How does referring to George Patton as more evil than Osama bin Laden make him a monster? I've called people I know more evil than Osama bin Laden. It's just commentary, not the truth. Django's poetry doesn't even come from his heart - it comes from his brain, which is making us believe he's crazy. Surely, Django isn't a monster. And if he is, then I'm gonna do the Monster Mash with him.

Django

04-08-03, 05:47 PM

Originally posted by Caitlyn
You know what Dejango… I’m not even going to worry with you on this anymore since you had the audacity to accuse me of speculating and asked for documentation when you’ve failed to provide one piece of evidence to support your ludicrous claims on this subject or any other you’ve posted in this forum… but I have something else to say to you… as an American and as someone who lost family and friends on 9/11 not to mention the fact I was almost killed, I find your “poem” suggesting General Patton was eviler then Osama bin Laden not only extremely offensive but idiotic as well… and if in fact that is what is in your heart (you did say poetry came from the heart) you are no different then the ones who stood and cheered as the buildings fell on 9/11 and that in my book makes you a bigger monster then you have accused Patton of being…
Caitlyn, I am deeply and sincerely sorry that you lost family and friends on 9/11 and I assure you that I was profoundly shocked by the catastrophic events of that date. There is no doubt in my mind that Osama bin Laden and his cohorts are totally deranged and deeply troubled and very, very evil people. Perhaps I exagerrated by calling Patton worse than bin Laden. However, at the same time, one criminal action does not justify another in reprisal, and certainly not an ongoing campaign of global aggression, as, it seems, Bush has in mind. Whether or not Patton was the menace I make him out to be, the fact remains that he was a controversial figure and, perhaps, is a good subject for a thesis in Political Science: "Gen. George S. Patton: American hero or war criminal?" Whatever the outcome of that debate, I simply do not have the resources or time to continue it here. Maybe some other time. As you are obviously very engrossed by this subject, maybe you could pursue studies on this subject in university or something. I'm sorry I was not able to produce enough evidence to justify my claims, as you put it, but, like I said, posting on this message board takes up far too much of my time as it is, and I just do not have the time to spare to do the necessary research to go into an involved discussion. All I can tell you is that based on whatever exposure I personally have to the life of Patton and the opinions of people I have come across, I get the impression that Patton lost his head during WWII and was punished for his actions. It happens to the best of us and I am in no position to pass judgment on the guy. All I can say is that it seems to me that he went a little too far. Anyway, that's my last word on the subject.

Caitlyn

04-09-03, 11:50 AM

Originally posted by Sexy

What the? How does referring to George Patton as more evil than Osama bin Laden make him a monster? I've called people I know more evil than Osama bin Laden. It's just commentary, not the truth. Django's poetry doesn't even come from his heart - it comes from his brain, which is making us believe he's crazy. Surely, Django isn't a monster. And if he is, then I'm gonna do the Monster Mash with him.

Ah Sexy… what would we do without you on here… thanks for the reminder that I need to lighten up sometimes even though things aren’t always what they seem… anyway, I shouldn’t have let a few other little pieces of info I discovered influence my post… sorry, but sometimes its hard not to be a cop 24/7... ;)

Django

04-09-03, 03:18 PM

Caitlyn and Yoda, both of you need to read this essay by George Orwell: Notes on Nationalism (http://www.orwell.ru/library/essays/nationalism/e/e_nat.htm).

Yoda

04-09-03, 03:31 PM

Originally posted by Django
Caitlyn and Yoda, both of you need to read this essay by George Orwell: Notes on Nationalism (http://www.resort.com/%7Eprime8/Orwell/nationalism.html).
I hardly think someone as lacking in basic information as yourself should be handing out homework. Regardless, you need to read this (http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=condescension).

Django

04-09-03, 04:08 PM

Here's a passage quoted from the essay cited above:

The nationalist not only does not disapprove of atrocities committed by his own side, but he has a remarkable capacity for not even hearing about them. For quite six years the English admirers of Hitler contrived not to learn of the existence of Dachau and Buchenwald. And those who are loudest in denouncing the German concentration camps are often quite unaware, or only very dimly aware, that there are also concentration camps in Russia. Huge events like the Ukraine famine of 1933, involving the deaths of millions of people, have actually escaped the attention of the majority of English russophiles. Many English people have heard almost nothing about the extermination of German and Polish Jews during the present war. Their own antisemitism has caused this vast crime to bounce off their consciousness. In nationalist thought there are facts which are both true and untrue, known and unknown. A known fact may be so unbearable that it is habitually pushed aside and not allowed to enter into logical processes, or on the other hand it may enter into every calculation and yet never be admitted as a fact, even in one's own mind.

Sexy Celebrity

04-09-03, 04:35 PM

Why the F does all of this have to be in the poetry thread, really?

Django

04-09-03, 05:00 PM

Good point! It all began when Yoda called into question something I said about Patton in one of my poems. Then began the great "Patton debate" and since then, there has been no stopping the process!

Anyway, here's another quote from Orwell's essay, and I justify posting this quote because it is almost poetic, albeit prose:

The point is that as soon as fear, hatred, jealousy and power worship are involved, the sense of reality becomes unhinged. And, as I have pointed out already, the sense of right and wrong becomes unhinged also. There is no crime, absolutely none, that cannot be condoned when "our" side commits it. Even if one does not deny that the crime has happened, even if one knows that it is exactly the same crime as one has condemned in some other case, even if one admits in an intellectual sense that it is unjustified -- still one cannot feel that it is wrong. Loyalty is involved, and so pity ceases to function.

Django

04-09-03, 05:08 PM

And here's a final quote from the essay (again, almost poetic):

As for the nationalistic loves and hatreds that I have spoken of, they are part of the make-up of most of us, whether we like it or not. Whether it is possible to get rid of them I do not know, but I do believe that it is possible to struggle against them, and that this is essentially a moral effort. It is a question first of all of discovering what one really is, what one's own feelings really are, and then of making allowance for the inevitable bias. If you hate and fear Russia, if you are jealous of the wealth and power of America, if you despise Jews, if you have a sentiment of inferiority towards the British ruling class, you cannot get rid of those feelings simply by taking thought. But you can at least recognize that you have them, and prevent them from contaminating your mental processes. The emotional urges which are inescapable, and are perhaps even necessary to political action, should be able to exist side by side with an acceptance of reality. But this, I repeat, needs a moral effort, and contemporary English literature, so far as it is alive at all to the major issues of our time, shows how few of us are prepared to make it.

Sexy Celebrity

04-09-03, 05:51 PM

God, you people are crazy, obsessive, and annoying. If I was a moderator, I'd send this to the Indian Burial Grounds, as punishment.

Django

04-10-03, 01:37 PM

More inspired poetry from the crazy, obsessive and annoying intellect of your friendly, neighborhood Django:

Sadism
By Uday Gunjikar

An icy knife
Carving malicious lies
Across the human soul.
Cold,
Deliberate,
Calculated
Cruelty—
The silent suffocation
Of the human spirit—
Premeditated murder
Of warmth, life,
Human compassion—
A soul
Deprived
Of humanity—

Dead, in essence,
While seemingly
Still alive.

Clockwork
By Uday Gunjikar

The machine of state
Ticks
With clockwork precision,
The turn of the dial
Marking
The relentless,
Inexorable
Progression of time.

No margin for error—
No room for compassion
Or humanity—
Nothing but the relentless
Ticking of the clock—
Cycle following cycle
To eternity, it seems—
The deadening,
Dehumanizing,
Mind-numbing regularity
Of day-to-day existence.

Corporate offices
Overflowing
With streams
Of robotic humanity,
Filing out by the millions,
Their faces contorted
Into the semblance of a smile—
Exchanging strained pleasantries
Through force of habit—
Their mechanistic movements,
Trained, by clockwork,
To inhuman precision.
In swarms, they flood the streets,
On their way to work
Or out to lunch
Or returning home
After a hard day’s labor.

Chimes in the subway
Ring in train after train
With clockwork regularity.
The passengers silently
File in or out,
Seating themselves—
Engrossed by the newspaper
Or simply staring blankly
Into oblivion.

On and on
The cycle continues
With clockwork precision—
Until we grow old
And are discarded
Into quiet, pensioned retirement
As new faces replace ours
In the daily grind—
Incessantly churning
In and out
Through the corporate machinery
Like clockwork.

Caitlyn

04-13-03, 02:47 PM

Originally posted by Sexy Celebrity
To Caitlyn and Django
by Paris Testerlonne

You're like a ghost here going "boo"
And scaring Caitlyn, oh brother!

:eek: :laugh:

Django’s not scary
And I doubt if he’s hairy
I know he’s not green
Nor is he too clean
First he tries cunning
And then he tries punning
When that doesn’t work
He acts like a jerk
He chooses to ignore
Any opinions on war
That do not agree
With his so you see
He’s continually pretending
That he’s not condescending
He said he was leaving
But we’re disbelieving
So do I need mention
He feeds on attention
And I’m sure some agree
He’s as bad as a flea
So no, he’s not scary
But he sure makes me wary
‘Cause I’ve definitely decided
He’s more then misguided…

Herod

04-13-03, 03:20 PM

Wow, that's truly impressive Caitlyn.

Gracie

04-13-03, 04:10 PM

Caitlyn is truly talented! Extremely imptressive, if I may say so!

Catilyn's arguing via rhymes,
And very good lines.
Chris does it with facts:
What Django lacks.
I do it with a big smile,
And ferocity like 8 Mile.
Toose does it with persuasion,
And also reason, on occasion.
Django doesn't pay attention,
And insults Patton's speech about the Hun.
Silver does it with no shame,
So he's the one we all blame.
But what's missing from this?
take a look down the list.
If you said Django, you're right!
He's the only who can't put up a good fight.
Whoops! I forgot that fighting was wrong!
But Iraqi children can't wait for very long!
Children in prisons for over 5 years.
Can it be wrong if in their eyes they have tears?
Running they came, reunited with family.
But I guess that's a news report Django didn't see.
For years they've been oppressed. Enough!
I say, "Hit 'em hard! Get Saddam! Play rough!"
Citizens shouldn't be killed, you're right.
There's been an uprising almost overnight.
People celebrating and rejoicing.
How can you say no while they sing?
Over the face of a statue of Saddam they put a flag.
An American flag, and I felt proud and glad.
Object, if you want. You wouldn't if you lived in Iraq.
Leave and go see the conditions. And never come back.

Yoda

11-10-03, 12:47 AM

It's pretty hard to express Nazi ideals when you're giving a speech motivating people to, well, kill Nazis. And of course he's showing contempt for individualism; you do realize this is the ARMY we're talking about, right? There's not much room for creative freedom and interpretative dance when people's lives are on the line.

I also wonder if you see the irony in labeling "contempt for weakness" as a principle General Patton ought not to hold.
Screw modesty: I wish I could give myself rep points for this post.

LordSlaytan

11-10-03, 12:59 AM

Roy Orbison's Cryin'

Django came, to make some friends
So we said, "Come on in."
We all rejoiced in his wit
Yet he didn't give a ****
about how we're all like family
so at the end of the day
all he had to sa-a-ay is...
Wine whimper moan boo-oo-hoo
Wine whimper moan boo-oo-hoo
Yes he is so smart
yet he wastes it
on pointless art
and pretending to be somebody
oh yes a real somebody
but then he's really a no---body
just an annoying jerk
that acts like a harmless flirt
yet we all see right through him
Oh yes we do
we see right through him
yes we do
And then he says he's gone
but then he's back
and dead is our dawn
o-o-f enlightenment
enlightenment

:bawling:

I had to move this here where it belongs. :D

7thson

01-17-04, 10:03 PM

Amazing how the day brings the gambit of emotions
I sing now, the saline of my tears a bit bitter
My voice asks for forgiveness
My heart needs laughter
Rejoice in the daily grind
It is who we are
Laugh at the hurdles, they will fall

Monkeypunch

01-18-04, 01:32 AM

fake a smile
force a laugh
my face is a mask
hollow and false
I become plastic
I no longer know
what real is

(Okay, I really am not this depressed...I found this poem in a notebook from when i was in High School. I just liked it enough to put it up here. It is so....whiny.)

7thson

06-11-04, 11:06 PM

Awakening with the light
My mind is still sleeping

Shaking with fright
Why find pills creeping?

Not chemicals or such
My thoughts are sedated

Got typical core crutch
Why I fought the related

My bible holds me up
I fall back asleep

I'm liable, I'm stuck
I fall back asleep

Garrett

06-25-04, 02:42 PM

I was just reading this thread and it's amazing how it could go from poetry to an argument about Patton.

:o Django brought so much to MoFo didn't he? :p

Great poems 7thson! :up:

susan

06-25-04, 11:49 PM

the holder of my heart
the keeper of my soul
a wish we'd never part
a hand to always hold

the guardian of my dreams
the maker of my desires
the mender of ripped seams
the producer of my fires

the hero of my nights
the watcher of my days
the one who'll put it right
forever and always

i could go on and on
but i'm running out of rhyme
just remember when i'm gone
and remember for all time

gummo

09-26-04, 03:21 AM

Clay Creature

little girl
little girl won't you pretend with me
i am your mysterious clay creature
beneath the clouds of curiosity
lies an invisible remedy
healings and dealings of a new vitality
walk with me to the edge
i will hold your hand
we will start you off fresh
in a new beginning and time
little girl
little girl let this clay creature in
i am your key to every door
opening you to a fresh start

undercoverlover

09-26-04, 06:01 AM

Fire in your heart----this is my first ever post in here, so be gentle

Your skin is aflame
your heart burns with desire
i warm my hands around your warmth
you turn crimson in the heat
im icy cold
your touch melts me
i reach out and i am burned

stuck in a flame
trying to learn
stuck in a flame
waiting to burn

Richard Hell

09-26-04, 03:52 PM

Well here are the lyrics to a song for my band......

The stain on Love

Dont Cross the line
The fire starts
Don't lie upon
the water blead me out
Dont live a lie
ashes form
Don't even die
wither out
Don't slay me down
The wire cuts from my crown
Don't Leave me now
The Heart Beats Out

gummo

09-26-04, 04:00 PM

great lyrics, I wish I could hear the song

Richard Hell

09-26-04, 04:03 PM

great lyrics, I wish I could hear the song

Thanks I hope to get them on a site. ;)

gummo

09-26-04, 04:14 PM

I won a poetry contest for this poem two years ago...

Master of a Wicked Ballet

i brand your vile mind with hunger
and the emptiness which i see
i brand also the departing of your tongue
which has attacked me invariably
all those who follow in your steps
are a master of a wicked ballet
unteach me to pretend like you
unlock this vault you seduced me in
darkness may be your winfall
but light lets me see
through the deception which you wear
and the falseness which you sow

Cabbage Head

10-07-04, 01:52 PM

Inflammation of the foreskin
Reminds me of your smile
I've had venereal shankroids
For quite a little while

I gave my heart to LSU
That lovely night in June
I long for you my darling
ANd I hope you get well soon

My penile warts, your herpes
Your syphillitic sores.
I'm your venereal infection
How I want you more and more..

Does anyone know where this came from?????

gummo

10-07-04, 02:03 PM

lmfao

That is from Monty Python.

Cabbage Head

10-07-04, 02:49 PM

Right you are, Gummo.

Cabbage Head

10-07-04, 02:50 PM

I actually used to write a lot of poetry, but I've lost it all or thrown it all out... I wish I had it though...I'd love to share it.

PimpDaShizzle V2.0

10-12-04, 09:01 PM

I am hairy -

So many brown poles, confident in their habitat.
I feel foriegn, but I don't worry,
instead I create brown piles, leaving them moist and warm for the inhabitants.
Some that have came, looking similar like the rippling me I see,
have flashed bright, then ran away.
I throw hard stones, toward them.
Hoping one will throw back.
I have never had a stone returned,
I have never had a friend.
I hear them yield, and create sounds.
The sounds I make when I find a swollen creature from my running fountain.
I make the connection that they think of me, the same way I think of this creature.
I will never have a stone returned.
One beast lurks in my home.
Growling constantly while rumaging faster and harder than anything.
It makes me scared, but I avoid this.
I once made the mistake of offering a stone to this beast.
It halted while still travelling pulling the earth behind it's legs.
It reversed it's direction.
From one angle I could see another creature from my home,
laying in the back of this beast, on its side with no character in its eyes,.
I was scared.
I also heard, from a moving organ from within the beast,
"God Damn, Holy Sh*t! Big Foot just threw a rock at my f*cking truck!"
I've tried to mimic these words to the others that come,
they turn and retreat just as quickly as the shiny beast.

By,
PimpDaShizzle V2.0

blibblobblib

01-20-05, 09:46 PM

Theres some really good stuff here...apart from Djangy's stuff, ive never read anything worse.

The Painted Bride

A tear born in the eye, dies on the lips.
Silhouettes dance on the lucid ceiling,
Grey laughing shadows echoing in a silver room,
Making a song that The Bride cannot sing.
She is alone.
Her dress lay like a cloud upon the sky,
Endless untouched beauty in white ripples and infinite curves,
Spilling onto the dark empty floor, melting into a blank canvas.
Each warm memory gave turn to each warm tear.

A tear born in the eye, lives on the cheek.
A dress so white, ready for colour.
A day so black, ready to end.

How did this happen?
Two strangers alone with their friends, met on the green.
A party they chose to leave, a meeting they chose to make,
A kiss she chose to take.
He held her in his arms that night as though she would hold her heart.
His face, warm and curious, with eyes that did not leave,
And words that kissed her ears.
She danced under the amber sun like a fire dances under the silver moon,
And she loved and laughed with the world, because for the first time,
She knew that the earth loved her back.
That’s the way it was for weeks or months or years.
The Bride was part of the painting.
The painting of her life.
And he was the artist.

A painting of a world full of colour.
A painting of a day that is ruined with a stroke of his brush.
A tear born in the eye, will die on the lips

She did not see his face or eyes in the audience or the crowd.
Frowning face’s smudged here and there stared back at her.
A thousand eyes upon her and none belonged to him.
She would have waited a lifetime, but the faces did not lie.
Lost in a sea of sadness, and a house of pity, The Bride fled.
He was gone.
Her dress now floats as a grey ghost among the gravestones.
Surrounded by the tombs of love, the stone tributes to a happiness now gone,
The Bride wept for her unfinished painting.
A tear born in the eye, lived on the cheek,
Frozen on her lips.

Rjoepenk

01-25-05, 09:46 AM

I write poetry every few days but I won't share most of it. Too personal you see.
Here's one I cracked out just now though:

The White Cliffs
stick up from the ground
jutted and jagged
and precious to no-one

today, they see a coach full of children
boarding a ferry to france
just the same as yesterday
and the day before that
and the day before that
and before that
and before that
and that
and that
and that
and that
and that and that and that
and so on

but
before that
they saw all the tommy's
with their tommy's in their hands
ready to go out and fight jerry
and they saw jerry come with aeroplanes
by god how it hurt when he bombed them
made a cave in their nether reigions
it happened twice

before that
they saw peace among men
one of the only times it had happened
people inventing things and trying them out
people dying
and being born
without cause for doubt

before that the 'french' came
and tried to invade
their ship was mighty
not as mighty as the waves
that it rode on
(which it couldn't move without, thank you very much)
they never have realised, have they?

before that
a small fat man
came and stared at them
and admired their beauty
and then rode away with wife number five
and the rocks didn't particularly care

before that
they saw men run around and shout about god
and how he wanted people dead
for his sake
to please him
and off they did run
on boats again
and never came back
this was the first time
but it had happened many more times since

before that
it was freezing cold
and mamoths were frozen
and the ice ran around
and the sea was calm
until the hills came through and people with them
what a pain in the arse
they didn't know it at the time
but they know it now for sure

before that
not much happened
the land was more interesting than the people
with their tiresome squabbles
and bull****
the land took over
for thousands of years it was quiet

before that
small lizards ran around
they couldn't talk
much different to now
but communicated in their own ways
they squabbled as well

before that
well...
no-one really remembers being born
but they remember cracking away from more rocks
and seperating twenty five miles
that became france many years later
the rocks found it hilarious
so did 'france'
as it was now called
apparently

the rocks don't care about being called england
why don't people just move away
and never return
and kill themselves
the place was much better when they weren't there
if they tried it they would see

don't suppose that'll happen though
the rocks will just wait it out
as always
as they have to
they don't mind
take it a day at a time
these people won't last forever
but it's funny how they all think they will

Sleezy

11-23-05, 03:32 PM

Found this old thread. Felt like reviving it.

Here are a few of mine. Might post some more later:

They've Come Down Like Drizzling Rain

a fond memory
crossed my sleepy mind

raking autumn leaves with my father
making little neat piles
for kicking through
when dad wasn't looking
he fussed
but didn't really mind
because I was happy

a pleasant memory
till I realize
that we're raking up the days
today
like it's a father/son affair

and the days are what I miss most

Compliments To The Cook

Bellowing belch is free
Knock the world off
its rocker
Like the Krakatoa
('cept nobody dies)
Mouth-blasting, gutteral
And then,
all is quiet...

Nice.

Untitled

I wrote this haiku
To hone my haiku writing
But it didn't work

7thson

11-23-05, 03:50 PM

The year is winding down and MoFos have come and gone
and come and gone and gone then came back, but then left
only to stay gone for now, but we all hope will be back
even if they do not want to or cannot.

Thanksgiving is upon us and giving thanks
to those who are my friends here or gone
is why I am writing this poem that is not a poem,
but really is.

Happy Thanksgiving Mofo
Heres to another year here

Ophelia

11-23-05, 06:04 PM

Silent Waves

Her hands dig into the riverbed
letting the tides in her mind win.
The rocks dispersing in waves
rushing o'er her,
erode her freckled skin.

The dirt embeds further
A light flickers,
in her last breath
she closes her eyes to the deep,
a crushing blow depleting her chest.

Swirling, dancing in water
with starfish and with eel,
she decays in silent mumblings,
under mortals sailing their steel.

SamsoniteDelilah

11-23-05, 07:51 PM

Sleezy

11-23-05, 08:07 PM

A couple more of mine:

One Regret Among Many

Soft sweeping lines
permeate the parchment
to the rhythm
of you--

gentle tears
saturate the grain,
cry watercolor--
a true composition

more beautiful than
you know

living only in my dreams

Contrary to popular belief, I did not write this one to get myself laid (it reads better out loud):

More Than Just a Three-Letter Word

Intoxicate my bloodflow,
setting my nerves in motion--

My stomach cries
butterflies,
fluttering felicitously
as bedlam dwindles into
silence--
Exploring the
undiscovered country
with my intrepid
heart,
lively to be
burning the midnight oil.

Electric as we
nuzzle our muzzles,
setting off Roman candles
scandalously--
we radiate,
sweltering.

Lubricate the music,
rhythm dancing 'round;
our steps synchronized
unspoken--
Humming the
primrose path,
we sing tribulation
and triumph--
a buoyant symphony of pleasure.

Heavenly bodies clash,
chaotic and clandestine,
magnetic--
We give off light,
invisible fire churning;
explosive our
sultry solar eclipse.

Rushing cliffs
glaze our waking eyes--
Anticipation of elation
we cannot describe,
feeding--
swept away,
fading into
a swirl of color and
transcendental bliss;
we go blind--
luminous creatures we become,
fabled,
like we're writing legends
on the effulgent fabric
of our souls.

Ophelia

11-26-05, 07:05 PM

Nice! What was your inspiration for that, Ophelia? ;)

Not ophelia believe it or not. I think it was written numerous hours after watching "the hours".

Below, another little silly ditty. I wrote this to a friend ages ago. How corny :)

Goodnight my sweet
goodnight as I,
kiss the rainbows
from the sky.

Swallow them whole
digest the seams,
a colourful heart
will have colourful dreams.

SpoOkY

03-12-06, 08:53 PM

SpoOkY

03-12-06, 08:56 PM

Ok well I'll get the ball rolling with something I wrote a few weeks ago. I'm thinking of joining a creative writing class or something because as some people have said in the past "i've got the bug" for it now. I just want to expand my mind and see beyond the obvious. But a lot of my friends are being a little overly supportive :P I mean they are just too nice about it and won't say what they dislike or even very much on what they like. So I am hoping for some cool feedback from my family at Mofo. k here goes

- Girl -

A distant look, a hidden smile
a skin-tight dress; what flair, what style
brown cropped hair with a touch of curl
make no mistake this one’s a girl.

A shaky voice is her desperate cry
but nobody sees, or believes, or tries
she’s someplace else it’s clear to see
she’s staring in my eyes but not at me.

Her eyes show stars and a twisting road
she’s searching for a shadow, a life, a home
there’s a blackness there and a run down soul
an emptiness of knowing she’ll never be whole.

It all just flows like a confusing dream
she wishes she could just stand up and scream
but it’ll all be real if she stops and cries
so still she runs and hides and flies

A distant look, a quiet sigh
hoping sorrow won’t find her if she lives this lie..

(C) Joel Grant 2005

Revenant

03-13-06, 09:03 AM

I like it Spooky. The third and forth paragraph don't flow quite as nicely as the first two, I am not that knowledgable on poetry mind, but apart from that which is very minor indeed I liked the layout and the words used.

The River Ghost

In the still waters of a receding world
Where dwells the lawless and free
Ghost that haunts what cannot be held
An apparition on a lazing sea
If imagining can see what has been
Then that ghost has passed that domain
Sunk deep into the sub-conscious seam
Where the river flows and death will refrain.

Tribute to a Husky

A heavy pack with all heavy burden
Laid on muscles strengthened by time
A heart for work, through the snow harden
Visage of wisdom, snow paws in line
Tail tucked over, balance in command
Thick toned, ready for action
Compact body making a stand
That is your art, Yukon Alaskan

Caitlyn

03-13-06, 05:53 PM

MoFo has some very talented poets/writers… :)

SpoOkY

03-18-06, 01:13 AM

MoFo has some very talented poets/writers… :)

....uh thanks....if that was directed at me in some way. I would post more of my stuff but I didn't get much feedback from my last one (I got a little which was much appreciated).....maybe there just isn't enough people on this board who get into writing and enjoy it like i do :(

7thson

03-18-06, 03:36 AM

Tainted is my heavy heart

Painted is thy lazy start

Life needs just a spark

If I bleed my bleeding heart

thmilin

03-18-06, 12:04 PM

“Walk You Softly”
c.2001, Miriam M. Wynn

tread light,
‘round my heart circle in whispers;
make fingers slight,
trailing ‘cross this fragile shell;
and murmur soft,
all the sweetest things to tell,
bury words in lightest silk
and gently ring the bell;

worry not,
I’m not one to make you suffer
pointless delicacies,
and I’m no crystal flower;
but I need caressing,
a huge soul of understanding,
a complex soul of knowing
with simple hands.

so come,
wrap me in what you have to offer
walk you softly
within this world of mine;
I’ll give you anything
if you quietly demand it,
I’ll give you all the world,
at the slightest, sweetest command.

7thson

03-31-06, 04:54 PM

Where is it?

My Epiphany

The sudden comprehension of my life.

The past haunts the present

The present fades to future

Then I die

Where is it?

My Epiphany?

blibblobblib

04-11-06, 05:15 PM

Not ophelia believe it or not. I think it was written numerous hours after watching "the hours".
I really really liked this one Ophelia. As soon as i started reading it The Hours was straight in my mind. That image of Virginia Woolf's shoe slipping off her foot through the current. So incredibly moving.

Ophelia

04-11-06, 06:15 PM

I really really liked this one Ophelia. As soon as i started reading it The Hours was straight in my mind. That image of Virginia Woolf's shoe slipping off her foot through the current. So incredibly moving.

Thank you very much for your kind comments. It was a film that affected me very much at the time....yes, it was very moving.

SamsoniteDelilah

04-11-06, 06:25 PM

Strummer521

04-16-06, 11:38 PM

“The Kids on the Steps”

They sit, vacant, waiting. Poised for action in a slack-jawed, glaze-eyed pose, back slouched, legs hanging loose. Waiting for something to happen as if they think they emit a magnetic aura of greatest magnitude that will propel something interesting toward them with the sound and fury of a jet plane. Nothing is going to happen to them here and yet they don’t seem to know it. If common sense was their guide, they’d move. Create some action with their own hands and feet. Too bad they bow at the temple of a much lesser power. Something that can’t exactly be named, but is fueled by laziness and plagued by indifference. One gets the feeling that they will never leave. Of course, that’s untrue, but you wouldn’t know it watching them. God, don’t they ever move? Why don’t they move?

“What to Do, What to Do”
I would be more prolific if I didn’t scare myself to death; wasn’t afraid that each word I typed would be my last, and I’d fall careening into an abyss of nothingness uttering only monosyllabic nonsense. Even if you do have something to say, what’s left once you’ve said it? Instead, watch the rain a little longer. Prolong the notion that once you begin, words will come pouring out of you like Noah’s flood, and envelop the page in a monstrous burst of mind-expanding talent that would make the great writers of past decades and centuries weep in their graves over their inadequacy when compared to this new movement. This new movement comprised of the self of one artist so awe inspiring that words can describe his talent, but only he can summon such powerful language. Inside of him dwells a brilliance so insurmountable by any contemporary who wishes to challenge our fair hero, that he becomes the only writer left on earth. Everyone else who’d dare touch a pen crumbles beneath the feet of his adjectives; their remains washed away by his verbs, they’ve nothing left to do but lament the day they dared commit to such a brash undertaking and understand that soon they’ll be at sea, awash in their agony. However. If this is not the case, then I’ll be crushed. Maybe I should just give up on writing.

SamsoniteDelilah

04-17-06, 02:43 PM

Strummer, those are both excellent. You have really powerful word choices and clear ideas, there. Punctuation, not so much, but otherwise, fantastic stuff! :D

chris w

04-18-06, 08:39 AM

This is a really nice thread.You guys and gals should think about producing an anthology.Would be interesting to see everybody's contribution in one big book.There are so many different perspectives here.

This is one I wrote a few years back,which was published.

"What's Wrong, Gail?"
(c)c.watt
(2002)

Gail sleeps in a cabin of regret.
Had a guy in the biblical sense
and now she's three men past the limit.
Looking for a way out.
Takes a razor,takes twelve pills,
six would do it,but she's killing for two.
No one here to settle her fear.

Sleezy

04-18-06, 09:31 AM

A couple haikus:

winter waits
for all smiles to
blow away

I wrote this haiku
to hone my haiku writing;
it didn't work.

SamsoniteDelilah

04-18-06, 01:35 PM

chris w
Dang!
That's very powerful.

I wrote this haiku
to hone my haiku writing;
it didn't work.
:D I love that!

SpoOkY

04-22-06, 05:30 AM

Here's my latest one. Don't know if its quite finished because I keep changing it randomly (just changed it as I was posting :P). anyway here it is.

- Far Away -

I shake like a branch, so stiff, so tight
Stumbling through a doorway filled up with light
Staggering along a road all out of place
Though everyone looks they ignore my old face

I don’t know my way; so scared, so dark
I’ve ruined so many lives tryin’ not to be apart
But now there’s love in this warm embrace
And I cling to it so tight, cause when it’s gone
I’m erased

I’m running so fast I can’t touch the ground
Going so wild I can’t hear a sound
Wet hair, warm sun, a secret smile
And a crying breeze floating on for miles

A fear deep down flows out as tears
I try to speak up but nobody hears
My eyes close and I see the cost
Wish I could go back and not be so lost….

(C) 2006. Joel Grant

SpoOkY

04-29-06, 12:20 AM

Whew I haven't written anything in a while. I've been so busy lately. I would like to read more stuff by others though. Or even feedback on mine would be great too! :) *bump*

Shoggoth

05-07-06, 09:10 PM

Here's one I wrote 5 seconds ago:

Maggie Grace, come sit on my face.

Short, but sweet.

Yoda

05-07-06, 09:15 PM

Here's one I wrote 5 seconds ago:

Maggie Grace, come sit on my face.

Short, but sweet.
Epic.

gummo

05-07-06, 11:51 PM

off the top of my head:

repression
fingers
emotions challenging
reborn/rebirth
penetrating/touching
who touches mother?
she screams in my womb

the crimson confusion
guide me to the grave
desire/anger
release her flesh
creativity/depression
touch me
leave my mother alone

SpoOkY

05-16-06, 04:40 AM

off the top of my head

That's pretty cool for off the top of your head. I have a really odd interpretation though.....too weird to share.....but that's like a beautiful painting where everyone gets something different from it. What was your intention behind it? if it's not too personal.

allthatglitters

05-16-06, 10:55 PM

birthday wake

there is a secret sadness in this yearly tableau
it lingers in the air with the smell of baking and cake and resonating pats on the back
in midst of the hurrahs of the day, a darkly painted shadow perches precariously above, unnoticed
a sad presence often felt, of failure and another year gone

blowing out sixteen candles
neon wax dripping into the yellow frost
sizzling into the coat of sugary glaze
a childhood extinguished with a single breath
whimsy, wonder, unconditional love
dissipitating into the air with smoky plumes and bitter scent

A Dream Anticipated

Remember me.
And how close our minds touched on those summer days,
the remarkably simple way we found eachother
Isn't it nice to know you, but hardly know you before falling in love?
Express your empathy, and we will fasten ourselves to a rocket and propel into the heavens

Look through the window and see an imagined scene-- of you and me, lost in the same strange place (together at last)
I pull my heart out and give it to you,
you take it with such delicacy?

gummo

05-17-06, 11:23 PM

That's pretty cool for off the top of your head. I have a really odd interpretation though.....too weird to share.....but that's like a beautiful painting where everyone gets something different from it. What was your intention behind it? if it's not too personal.

A mother is raped and gives birth to a girl who grows up wishing she could have been the one who was raped instead. She lives life trying to find the man who raped her mother, in hopes that she too can be raped.

thmilin

06-10-06, 05:20 AM

I think I just fell in love with you. :confused:

hahahah, samsonite, didn't mean to do that to ya! but i'm flattered, eh, to get the reaction. i forgot i posted this here. thanks! :D

thmilin

06-10-06, 06:02 AM

unsaid
c. 2002, Miriam M. Wynn

words like pebbles fall into the water
sighing meaning like shadows crisscrossing,
drunk and heavy across the stillness;
what would have been a glance becomes
a smile, weighted whisper;
what would have been acknowledgment becomes
a hint of making love;

intensity in your eyes will send mine
chasing across the hillside;
you blind me with your laugh, your grin,
the wicked way you have about you;

the lines you draw in social circles
become curves caressed by lips and tongue;
the eager laugh a vibrant growl,
the wide, unrepentant grin a cocky challenge;

within this arena of pending circumstance
we ease around each other always
tensed, quiet, careful;
spring-loaded I hold myself in check thinking
that perhaps I have misread;

we hold our breath around each other
and when we speak we create our own soft language;
velvet murmurs, gentle chiding, ever prickly,
feeling and prodding, testing;
and beneath it all, an anticipation deep and dark
as all the fiercest things we have yet to tell;

unspoken truths fill up the air around us
and we swim through them, ever wary;
and my lips ache to replace with kisses
all the things still left unsaid.

allthatglitters

06-13-06, 03:51 AM

black widow love (this has nothing to do with me)

dark eyes that he loves,
dark eyes that tell a lie
she never cared until he dared to look another way
it isn't jealousy (an authenticity she lacks)
the lost adoring sheep must be brought back like the rest
touch and go for a moment there, she almost lost her chance
She spoke deception to everyone she knew,
She pouted red lips and faked heartbreak so she could get her way
She caught her prey in the end, and poisoned him at last
Delusional at best, he feels so in control, and that the sticky web is really silken gold
He looks at the eyes he loves,
the eyes that never will

nature's hymmnal
the wind speaking in your ear,
and the trees singing loud
remindable fixtures of an unfailing love
the hills rise to meet the sky,
and the grass bows to the sun
let all creation show praise for all he has done

how to avoid a burning rome (incomplete)
we're heading towards the same old thing
paint over the decay
molten raining from the sky day after day

we're climbing up civilizations walls just to fall again
forget the wars not fought in vain
newer the brave and determined the foe; it makes no difference in the end

we're betting on a race already won and losing anyways
the snake won't shed his skin
the old has yet to die

Unas

06-20-06, 06:27 PM

oh poems ! maybe i'll post some of mine in the future as well.
for now i was wondering, Firegod, do/did you have anything to do with Otep ? :)

The Gnat

06-20-06, 07:06 PM

Calling at the voices,
That ever will haunt me.
Whispers in the shadows,
For all eternity.

Moving magic windows,
Days of the past.
Cries and sights of nothing,
Fires that will last.

Screaming at existence,
Silence all to hear.
Bleeding with the fire,
But nothing there to hear.

7thson

07-21-06, 07:37 PM

I

You

Get up

Wake up

Shake the melancholy

Stop counting the long days

Start living them you fool

Exit your darkened craze

No pity but your own

Me talking to I

I do not lie

Wake up

Listen

Get up

You

I

Moo

07-25-06, 07:27 PM

My bum
it's at the bottom of my back
sometimes a bum is called a bottom
or an arse
so many words
to describe the globular protrusion of
the bum

(C) 2006. Moo

7thson

08-28-06, 03:22 PM

There it sat
that unopend thing
Greeting the day
Yearning
gniteerg

chris w

10-23-06, 06:29 PM

"This is Love"

(c)C.watt

I tried to fail,
I tried, I failed.
I failed to try.
Just don't ask why.
It makes me cry.

Tragiccity619

11-23-06, 06:10 PM

I have a deviant art account under the same screenname I have here. I post a lot there.

thmilin

11-28-06, 05:24 PM

deviant art does poetry? i didn't know that, thanks!

VeronicaJ

12-01-06, 01:07 PM

Ive got one Dutch poem, i'll translate it.

Ik zocht een leven onder huis en steen,
Europa Afrika en daaromheen,
hoe meer ik zocht, hoe minder ik vond,
het leek verloren; afgerond.

Dat was mijn leven. Nu niet.

Moraal van het verhaal: zoekende zijn we allemaal,
alleen wie het lef heeft te stoppen,
of uit wanhoop het op te geven,
zal het uiteindelijk vinden: een leven.

Means as much as:

I have looked for a purpose under house and stone
Europe Africa and beyond
the more i searched, the less i found
it seemed lost: done

That was my life. Not anymore.

Lesson of the story: we are all searching
only those who have the guts to give up
or despearence makes them stop
those will find a purpose of life eventually

Sounds aweful in english, je sais.

Now my english one:

Your Smile
Your Taste
Your Breath
These are the things
I'll Never Forget

7thson

01-25-08, 02:34 PM

The Hypocrite

I got up this morning and put on a face
My collection is quite large
I can’t afford the social disgrace
Of being too soft or too hard
My life depends on what others think
And what others do and say
My masks are the props that link
My acting to life’s stage
Covering who I really am
And what I’m really like
My masks can make me anyone
In the shadowed light
I can’t let them see me as myself
Or how I really feel
They would put me on the shelf
If I were really real
I am a star in the play of life
And I act my part very well
They can’t see all my pain and strife
Or how, my soul, I have to sell
My masks can hide it all from them
At least I think they can
All my deed and all my sins
Are hidden from the eyes of man?

A poem by P.Reil

Swedish Chef

01-25-08, 02:46 PM

FIVE A.M.

Elan that lifts me above the clouds
into pure space, timeless, yea eternal
Breath transmuted into words
Transmuted back to breath
in one hundred two hundred years
nearly Immortal, Sappho's 26 centuries
of cadenced breathing -- beyond time, clocks, empires, bodies, cars, chariots, rocket ships skyscrapers, Nation empires
brass walls, polished marble, Inca Artwork
of the mind -- but where's it come from?
Inspiration? The muses drawing breath for you? God?
Nah, don't believe it, you'll get entangled in Heaven or Hell --
Guilt power, that makes the heart beat wake all night
flooding mind with space, echoing through future cities, Megalopolis or Cretan village, Zeus' birth cave Lassithi Plains -- Otsego County
farmhouse, Kansas front porch?
Buddha's a help, promises ordinary mind no nirvana --
coffee, alcohol, cocaine, mushrooms, marijuana, laughing gas?
Nope, too heavy for this lightness lifts the brain into blue sky
at May dawn when birds start singing on East 12th street --
Where does it come from, where does it go forever?

~ Allen Ginsberg

The Gnat

01-25-08, 03:35 PM

A little drop of sunlight,
As the rain beams down.
It lands upon the shoulder,
Of her wedding gown.

It glitters for a second,
But then bleeds away.
The moment of forever,
On the wedding day.

The happiness and sadness,
By the alter stand.
Pronouncing vows forever,
Across the grated land.

Everyone watch and listen,
As the lovers speak.
The vows to be forgotten,
And the love that will grow weak.

And freedom passes swiftly,
Like the headless on a horse.
"Knots cannot be broken",
Goes the childrens chorus.

Then they leave together,
Holy, sacred pair.
And live forever infamy.
With broken heart and chair.

- The Gnat (1/25/07, 13:37 PM CST)

Partimus

01-29-08, 01:12 PM

Heres my best effort;

IoHitSoL

icicles of hate in the summer of love,
twisted, convoluted,
melting beneath the sun of joy,
pooling in a puddle of discontent.

children splash their feet, hatred their reward,
innocence lost forever,
ripped from their unsuspecting souls,
real life has begun, carefree childhood
abruptly over.

icicles of hate melting in the summer heat,
spawn rivers of reality we all must swim in,
OR DROWN!

Partimus

01-30-08, 02:52 PM

Heres another from my younger days;

Lost Inspiration

As a matter of course
i sat to put pen to paper
To clear the cobwebs from
the dark corners of my mind

to my utter surprise
there were none to be found!
could my mind really be
CLEAR of all the clutter?

GAD!! a creative disaster
NO cobwebs, NO intricate designs
to scribe onto some otherwise
blank inviting sheet of white

a mundane may not understand
what a terrible loss this could be
or perhaps they may, maybe that
is why there are so few smiles to be seen!

Partimus

01-31-08, 11:25 AM

Here's one I wrote on a day I was feeling particularly religious :P

Just Look Up
As I journeyed to the pool of wisdom
to quench my thirst for knowledge,
I was confronted with the Blood Red Sky,
it was as if it carried the embers
of some unseen INFERNO and I was struck
by its beauty and intensity.
Moved as I was, I wrote this verse,
not hoping to capture what I had seen.
Only wishing not to lose that amazement,
at least not right away.
A dozen different emotions were pulled
from within the depths of my being,
Awed, engulfed, amazed, intimidated, empowered,
Unnerved, desperate, even Enlightened.
those who don't believe nature can inspire
are naught but babbling fools.
Anyone with vision, both inward and outward
can't help but be touched by such a display.
Those who say, GOD is not with us
must not be looking at their surroundings
Every day I see the evidence of divine works
and my soul is renewed once more.

I know, it's crap, but hey, it's my crap :p

The Gnat

07-08-08, 12:51 AM

I walk along an empty beach,
Looking for the fading sun.
I stand under a starless sky,
With no where left to run.

Thoughts of thousand sands drift by,
A flee upon the shore.
Years of pain and hopeless torn,
Until the never more.

I cast a blinding shadow,
From which no heart can see.
A wail upon the bleeding dream,
A silence covers me.

And maybe in a distant world,
Pain can be nothing more.
As a mirror image, reflects on distant shore.
And thousand flags unfurled,
When hearts will cease to beat.
As a mirror image, reflects on foreign feet.

Until my pain seeps further,
Into the heaving waves.
A poisons every world,
With nothing it saves.

How many worlds must fall,
From grief and pain?
What worlds will tumble down,
Further into the insane?

I stand upon a shore,
Looking at the sea.
I stand upon a shore,
With reflections of agony.

The Gnat

Justin

07-08-08, 08:56 AM

La Mer

A white mist drifts across the shrouds,
A wild moon in this wintry sky
Gleams like an angry lion's eye
Out of a mane of tawny clouds.

The muffled steersman at the wheel
Is but a shadow in the gloom; -
And in the throbbing engine-room
Leap the long rods of polished steel.

The shattered storm has left its trace
Upon this huge and heaving dome,
For the thin threads of yellow foam
Float on the waves like ravelled lace.

-Oscar Wilde

mack

09-22-08, 02:58 AM

It has stood since the Beginning of Time.
..yadda, yadda.

The Gnat

11-19-08, 06:02 PM

The Oarsman
Two coins to sail the sea,
And with the oarsman be.
Two pieces of gold,
For all eternity.

I stop along my walk,
To that forsaken shore.
Wondering at the price,
For the nevermore.

The wind blows through the dark,
Cold and damp on the way.
I stop and look for light,
No light for no day.

I know the oarsman waits,
For his morbid ride.
For souls time forgot,
And hopes that all have died.

I climb aboard the ship,
And hand my stolen fare.
The light of life is gone,
As we sail to neverwhere.

- The Gnat

Canceled Dreams
I put my dreams on hold,
Because you told me to.
I wanted to believe,
That all you said was true.

I should see in your eyes,
That it was all a lie.
My heart soon broken,
And then I life to cry.

The dreams that do not happen,
For broken hopes complain.
A moment left of hope,
And then my soul to drain.

What will I fall back on,
Dreams crumbled like shale.
Your lies you spread so beautifully,
And hopes that ever fail?

I bleed more then I should,
From the broken seems,
I thought of what I could have,
And all my canceled dreams.

- The Gnat

mack

11-25-08, 01:44 AM

canceled dreams - happens to us all! :yup: rite of passage, methinks.

Caitlyn

01-19-09, 12:24 PM

The City in the Sea

Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
There shrines and palaces and towers
(Time-eaten towers and tremble not!)
Resemble nothing that is ours.
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.

No rays from the holy Heaven come down
On the long night-time of that town;
But light from out the lurid sea
Streams up the turrets silently--
Gleams up the pinnacles far and free--
Up domes--up spires--up kingly halls--
Up fanes--up Babylon-like walls--
Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers
Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers--
Up many and many a marvellous shrine
Whose wreathed friezes intertwine
The viol, the violet, and the vine.

Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in air,
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down.

There open fanes and gaping graves
Yawn level with the luminous waves;
But not the riches there that lie
In each idol's diamond eye--
Not the gaily-jewelled dead
Tempt the waters from their bed;
For no ripples curl, alas!
Along that wilderness of glass--
No swellings tell that winds may be
Upon some far-off happier sea--
No heavings hint that winds have been
On seas less hideously serene.

But lo, a stir is in the air!
The wave--there is a movement there!
As if the towers had thrust aside,
In slightly sinking, the dull tide--
As if their tops had feebly given
A void within the filmy Heaven.
The waves have now a redder glow--
The hours are breathing faint and low--
And when, amid no earthly moans,
Down, down that town shall settle hence,
Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,
Shall do it reverence.

*

~ Edgar Allan Poe ~

KasperKristensen

01-19-09, 01:21 PM

Worker bees can leave
Even drones can fly away
The queen is their slave

Fight Club. Awesome dude.

KasperKristensen

01-19-09, 01:22 PM

Caitlyn, have you read 'A Dream Within a Dream' by Poe?

Caitlyn

01-19-09, 01:56 PM

Caitlyn, have you read 'A Dream Within a Dream' by Poe?

Poe is a favorite of mine... so yeah, I've read A Dream Within a Dream... and almost posted it instead of The City in the Sea... :)

BTW... today is Poe's birthday... he would have been 200 years old...

KasperKristensen

01-19-09, 02:03 PM

I know... There's a thread about it somewhere.

KasperKristensen

01-19-09, 02:53 PM

Now my english one:

Your Smile
Your Taste
Your Breath
These are the things
I'll Never Forget

I quite like that

KasperKristensen

01-19-09, 03:46 PM

BTW, let me post a dream within a dream (for the both of us).

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Godoggo

04-02-09, 09:40 PM

Letter To Ibrahim
by Khaled Mattawa

You remember the joke, right?
About the guy who wanted
to build a future
but ran out of cement,
ran out of bricks, tossed around
by the wheels of fortune,
crushed under the concrete of neglect
like the bird we found
in the middle of a street
downtown, head nodding,
wings barely flapping,
drowning in automobile exhaust.
I held it, felt the warm clay
cooling in my hands.
I could almost see all its flights
returning to nest forever
in the grayness of its down.
You watched me make
a place for it under a tree.
At least it'll die
in the shade, you said.
And death will come
slowly riding the coattails
of a breeze. It's morning where you live now.
In your room in Leiden,
you're calling friends
in London, Cairo and D.C.
There's a windmill
in the distance. The old woman
whose basement you rent
plants tulips because they,
like the Turk cycling to deliver
fresh milk and cheese,
are predictable, on time.
Your notebooks are crowded
with cob webs and pigeons
and the angels for whom you wait
build houses on the ocean floor.
Half drunk in Tennessee,
I think of you. I'm happy here
laughing at white lies and curses,
running out of bricks, but not embraces.
Listen brother, it's the same everywhere.
We all raise memories like trees
to live under their shadows,
to be sheltered by their magnificent,
leaking roofs.

FILMFREAK087

04-08-09, 04:49 AM

The Current state

I've never seen such sadder states, than that which my fellow man creates.
Shards of shattered beasts cast atop hollowed streets.
Life measured by the cent, not much good even when they're spent.

Leaders all seem to know the answer, yet all I hear is self-indulgent banter.
When force exceeds, it's always for the greater need.
Deafened to the Gods of reason, cultivating a new destructive season.

Waves of suffering crash onto the shore, to be heard from no more.
Material and ethereal locked in futile stance, for we know which stands no chance.
When all is said and done, when the killing is done, what more could it be had it been you or me?

FILMFREAK087

04-08-09, 08:57 AM

Not as lost

So darkly sweet
Sacrid lives left incomplete
Conjour me a pretense
Hence
The early worms barter with the hungry birds
No one would care, if they hadn't heard
Every bit bitter
Death rewards the humble quitter
Manifest her a destination
Creation
Lines of perception uncrossed
For some who are not as lost

Daffodil

04-08-09, 10:03 AM

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I like movies,
How about you?

Daffodil

04-08-09, 10:05 AM

They will carry me to the field
Through the wreaths of mist
Moist on my face,
And the lamb will pause
For a thoughtful stare.
The soldiers, they will come.
They will lay me in the dark cold earth
And push the clods in upon my face.

-The Dead of the Night by John Marsden.

FILMFREAK087

04-13-09, 05:59 PM

He paints the walls with his futile daydreams
Always catching someone elses' Hell
She comes and goes, while I stay for the screams
Dwindling away his childhood in a similar cell

Here we stand
Victims of your violent apathy
Feeding false affection, landing blows with your one free hand
While killing yourself so happily

Tacitus

06-22-09, 09:12 AM

Leisure

What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

William Henry Davies

For the lazy amongst us. :)

Tacitus

06-26-09, 09:48 AM

Michael Longley is 70 today and he is probably my favourite contemporary Irish poet (along with Paul Durcan). Less famous but, I think, a lot more stylish than Seamus Heaney, for example.

This site (http://www.teachnet.ie/ckelly/) is an excellent introduction to his work. :)

ManOf1000Faces

08-17-09, 02:05 AM

here is my poem

''Rooms'' by ManOf1000Faces A.K.A Spike

There were rooms never opened
the handle was never touched
only a chair rocks in the wind
a huge closet of puppets never used
but 1 day the puppets raised up to dance in the lonely rain
they made no sound just movements
they had names but nobody cared to think of them
but 1 old man walked by to see the house
the puppets were looking into the dead eyes
to see the light but the light was never seen again
the city cries red but white happened on Christmas
there only 5 men but tears only came out
it said on their gravestones
R.I.P the men of Tears

7thson

08-17-09, 02:48 AM

My new poem:

I tried to "search once"
All I found was Spock
with his split fingers and his quirky logic
I was in Shock
I was pearching on a sconce
Or was that a conch shell?
Like the raven that I am
nevermore
pfft
little kids yelling into a oyster
that has no pearl
thats it
I am done searching
for Spock
He has no middle finger
and how the hell do I say
FU!!!?

7thson

02-09-11, 10:03 PM

Tragic

The tragedies keep coming in waves
The days go by like cinder
The lies keep coming in waves
They lay on the ground making my stomach thinner
The love lost and the hate won
The evil gains
The love one the hate two
The score is askew
The game is over
Before it ever began
My name is Lover
Before I can

will.15

02-09-11, 10:13 PM

The author of this writes like plant life gives him wet dreams. Good thing he's dead.

TREES

by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)

THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

"Trees" was originally published in Trees and Other Poems. Joyce Kilmer. New York: George H. Doran Company, 1914.

will.15

02-11-11, 02:01 AM

I am now inspired to try my own compostion.

Bow down
To the canine
The backwards God
Listen to his oratory
Jot down every syllable
For posterity
And fleas

will.15

02-11-11, 02:38 AM

THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree

With no apologies to Joyce Kilmer

Britney Spears

THINK that I shall never see
A thing as lovely as Britney
My face and hungry mouth is prest
Against her well proportioned breast
A bod that God made so nice
Mrs. God put his head in a vice
Lady Clairol highlights in her hair
And pubes not touched by underwear
For her fame paparazzi came
To record her life of shame

Poems are made by fools like...hey!
Is that herpes or just acne?

Sexy Celebrity

02-11-11, 03:17 AM

Oh, what fun. I love how there's a Mrs. God.

Let me try:

Jake Gyllenhaal

I think that I shall never see
A hottie lovely as Jakey.
Building up his manly firm chest,
Knowing arrogantly he's best.
He acts his way into my heart
I buy his movies at Wal-Mart.
Beautiful hair and perfect butt
I'd sell my soul to get his nut.
We'll marry on Brokeback Mountain
And dance in a water fountain.

susan

02-11-11, 06:32 PM

this is something that i wrote a long time ago..

The wind blows and you walk alone
on bitter cold streets
hearing people shout
as the sounds of the city
reach your ears
And it all seems a dream
or feels as if someone was looking at you
through a camera
peeking out at you from every corner
But the feeling fades
as the cold winter wind
blows upon your back
And you no longer think the world
is looking at you in wide eyed wonder
or with telescopic lenses following you down every lane
And you look up at the factories out in front of you
blowing smoke rings in the air
making the clouds dark and people
cough and die
And you look down streets
toward the ghettos
where you see old people and dark eyes
staring at you through broken colored glass
And you think of the Indians
out on the reservations
The starving people in Africa
Mexico, India and even America
The billions of bombs and the threat of life
overpopulation...
Then the dreams fade and realities return
as someone screams for help
behind your back

Silas

02-11-11, 07:11 PM

Dylan Moran

Think of a bee
You are its knees
You waft through me like a summer's breeze
Can I come round Tuesday please?

Deadite

09-30-12, 03:09 PM

reaching for oblivion
consummate me
inner flame of chaos
at my heartpoint
my crux

devoured by eternity
standing ovation for the
immolated fool
a circle of eyes embedded
by chance and a grand plan
invested with spiraling struggling
faith and doubt

pleasure
plane of torment
plane of redemption
keep the seeker, throw away the seed
worlds grow like dreams

naught but aught to do
with a cycle present at all magnitudes
betrayed by roads older than gods
lead me to my perfect destruction

gilding the lotus
I perceive
purpose rising
in your blind curve

Deadite

09-30-12, 05:36 PM

Breath of division sanctified in boundless unity
endless configurations of an infinite whole
open new eyes in the overlap
speak with ageless tongue
serpent-swallowed self endowed
with language of the real
concurrence of symbol-seeker
seeker-symbol
returning on an axis of being
to do being as being does
be doing as doing becomes
and become this moment forever
thus thought unfolds

deathless

Deadite

09-30-12, 07:19 PM

unspeakable terms of unending presence
birthing image
superimposed iconography
of an upper and lower limit

galvanize the mind
to an action without merit
subjective reception of a truth without name
only there
here outside the frame mundane

present witness notwithstanding
skies envelop these ashes
disperse reasons
make the child walk
and kings crawl

forcing the issue
I am no more
the question dulled
melts into quest core

wordless I am stricken
from the height of my grasping
undone, unbound
unknown

Deadite

10-02-12, 12:51 PM

ticktock goes the clock
the sound will drive me mad
and the long arm's holding my lady

telling her she's been had

i'm going nowhere fast in a cattle car
while the warden makes a killing
the fix is in for company men

they gave calamity top billing

the mothers are feeding crocodiles
while watching a t.v. show
about desert hawks cooking grenades

but the kids are eating snow

the pope is in his bunker
while the prisoners scream "confess"
and the director's using stock footage

for the king's farewell address

Deadite

10-02-12, 01:23 PM

On Sunday, I'll be beside
that girl who refused to hide
her bruised body

On Sunday, I'll give away
that sin that made me stray
from her endearments

On Sunday, I'll cry so hard
and forget how to guard
my balloon heart

On Sunday, every Sunday
I make the same mistake
of praying I can take it

this letting slip
the losing grip
I'm the tumbling hypocrite
tumbling from doorway to doorway

while she holds vigil 'til Sunday

Mr Minio

10-02-12, 03:58 PM

Agalloch is a band, but their lyrics are very poetic:

Through vast valleys I wonder
To the highest peaks
On pathways through a wild forgotten landscape
In search of God, in spite of man
'til the lost forsaken endless. . .
This is where I choose to tread

Fall. . .so shall we fall into the nihil?
The nothingness that we feel in the arms of the pale
In the shadow of the grim companion who walks with us

Here is the landscape
Here is the sun
Here in the balance of the earth
Where is the god?
Has he fallen and abandoned us?

As I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand
The fire in my heart is forged across the land

Here at the edge of this world
Here I gaze at a pantheon of oak, a citadel of stone
If this grand panorama before me is what you call God. . .
Then God is not dead

I walked down to a river and sat in reflection of what had to be done
An offering of crimson flowed into the water below
A wound of spirit from which it floated and faded away

. . .like every hope I've ever had. . .
. . .like every dream I've ever known. . .
It washed away in a tide of longing, a longing for a better world
From my will, my throat, to the river, and into the sea. . .
. . .wash away. . .
. . .fade away. . .

Here is the landscape
Here is the sun
Here at the edge of the earth
Where is the god?
Has he fallen to ruin?

As I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand
My heathen pride is scarred across the land

ManOf1000Faces

10-02-12, 04:10 PM

The fields of Mr.Fall
He cleaned the Autumn's leaves
He kissed the pumpkin patch
He once lived on a farm
Full of black and orange
Mr.Fall met Ms.October
Now they are stuck in the twirling leaves
Forever consumed in the Autumn's sun.

He stood in the light
Of brilliance and fire
He walked to the light
To see the Illuminating haven
He fell on cobblestone
Of melancholy and blood
He ran through twilight
Inside the enlightening forest
He breached the bright haven
I am darkness.

Don't drive me blind,
As I walk on melancholy,
I never saw Balthazar's true face,
Don't drive me blind,
I waited here too long,
I saw the face of Castiel,
Don't drive me blind,
I stood in the rain waiting for you,
I never saw his true face,
Drive me blind.

Darkness surrounds me,
Inside a cave with no ending,
This darkness makes my blood run cold,
Makes my cuts and bruises return,
All the darkness consumes me,
Now I see a smile,
Looking back behind the crushed mirror.

Skeletons dancing in the pure red sky,
Monsters moving,
Graves are souls,
Lonely and suffering,
It never rains,
The dark midnight,
Snow in the light,
Blocked by the moon in the midnight.

Clowns look at me,
With their blank faces,
Never seen the sad man,
They always smile,
They never leave,
Clowns smile on the side of blood,
Suddenly they turn cold,
No escaping now.

It had of brilliance and darkness,
No figures of 2 legs,
No voices of begging,
Flashlights explored mystic streets,
No footprints meant no meets and greets,
As rain flashed in,
Love came back to the town.

These are all written by me.

Exist

10-03-12, 11:59 AM

Samuel Beckett

for Joe Chaikin

folly -
folly for to -
for to -
what is the word -
folly from this -
all this -
folly from all this -
given -
folly given all this -
seeing -
folly seeing all this -
this -
what is the word -
this this -
this this here -
all this this here -
folly given all this -
seeing -
folly seeing all this this here -
for to -
what is the word -
see -
glimpse -
seem to glimpse -
need to seem to glimpse -
folly for to need to seem to glimpse -
what -
what is the word -
and where -
folly for to need to seem to glimpse what where -
where -
what is the word -
there -
over there -
away over there -
afar -
afar away over there -
afaint -
afaint afar away over there what -
what -
what is the word -
seeing all this -
all this this -
all this this here -
folly for to see what -
glimpse -
seem to glimpse -
need to seem to glimpse -
afaint afar away over there what -
folly for to need to seem to glimpse afaint afar away over there what -
what -
what is the word -
what is the word

This is Beckett's final work

Deadite

10-03-12, 03:00 PM

The middleman has funnelvision
and he's looking for a sunrise
down the barrel of a gun
and the adman's cutting green
and echoing hyperbole
like a mole without a compass

And they say the chancellor is dead

The time's ripe to quit
whether ahead or not
Nothing equals everything

and nothing is a plot

Reality's on the way
just a hop and a skip away

Warnings gone unheeded
flagrantly piled in the back
of the theatre while
the shoeshine soldiers
smoke and joke
trading on empty promises
behind failsafe barricades

high above the firestorm

Reality's on the way
just a hop and a skip away

The time is ripe to quit
whether ahead or not
Nothing equals everything

and everything's a plot

Deadite

10-04-12, 05:47 PM

Elegant serpent

Endless coils of self-knowledge superimposing structure
Ancient mechanism of self-containment
Living machine consuming death

Grace is your shed skin forever
As spiritual anathema I know you to be my dark secret
Twinned and twined through into existence

Devourer

Deadite

10-04-12, 05:55 PM

The edge is a mirror staring you in the face:
darkened or clear, your intent births shape
to equals opposite in their shared reflection,
who mark the bearing of your soul's direction.

Embodied principles, thus set into motion:
through imagined depths of image-ocean
to measure each drop presently rationed,
and meet the maker you firstly fashioned.

ManOf1000Faces

10-07-12, 08:02 PM

I reached the top
I kissed the bottom
Fell down to look
At these ember skies
In the month of June
I came by the riverside
To lay on the water
I held her hand on windy hills.
________________________

I hold your hand,
Your roller coaster is spontaneous
I kiss you in the clouds

Your the most beautiful prize
I would try 100 times to win you
I would hold your hand 247

Your the ride I always dreamed to fly with
The cotton candy was yours the minute I saw you
I will never leave you carnival girl.
---

I ran through the forests
The lakes fell into
My empty hand
I kissed the green
Ground on saturday night
I fought to see the
Winter forest green
I just went to
The winds of
My August sun
I was a Lumberjack
In the month
Of
October.

Exist

11-08-12, 12:27 AM

The reason I know this poem, it was on encarta encycl. way back when you needed a cd-rom to load. It stuck with me.

Fire and Ice

by Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Tacitus

08-30-13, 02:43 PM

Personal Helicon

As a child, they could not keep me from wells
And old pumps with buckets and windlasses.
I loved the dark drop, the trapped sky, the smells
Of waterweed, fungus and dank moss.

One, in a brickyard, with a rotted board top.
I savoured the rich crash when a bucket
Plummeted down at the end of a rope.
So deep you saw no reflection in it.

A shallow one under a dry stone ditch
Fructified like any aquarium.
When you dragged out long roots from the soft mulch
A white face hovered over the bottom.

Others had echoes, gave back your own call
With a clean new music in it. And one
Was scaresome, for there, out of ferns and tall
Foxgloves, a rat slapped across my reflection.

Now, to pry into roots, to finger slime,
To stare, big-eyed Narcissus, into some spring
Is beneath all adult dignity. I rhyme
To see myself, to set the darkness echoing.

My favourite work by Seamus Heaney, who died today.

Deadite

06-24-14, 08:22 AM

I the forgotten
all the echoes in time
all the reaching
all the sensory packages
and their inevitable eroding
the inarticulate collapse into default eternity
all the nameless gods
their entourages of saints and devils and worker bees
the seminal moment of reflection
the madness
all the moments of solace and distortion caught like flies in amber
all the old rusting networks and the machines who found peace
the dead and near-dead

I the forgotten who are now beyond the sign
outstripped by evolving awareness
left in a limbo of untranslatable identity
unformed to you
aborted to me
I see them as your unsung ground
As ground you are to be

MovieGal

06-27-14, 06:30 PM

Wow a poetry thread...

I write all types of poetry and started writing short stories as well. I have been writing for about 10 years. However, my first poem I never did save and it was a beautiful visual poem.

Here are a few of my poems

The Door

As I look out into the rain
Sadness engulfs my heart
thoughts of you from
long ago fill my mind.

Those thoughts are full of happiness
They are full of joy and laughter
but they have been replaced by
darkness, sadness and sorrow.

You have walked out that door
as you have walked out my life
leaving me here lonely
with no one to call "friend".

Mother Goddess

Oh Young Maiden born in the spring
Your hair is as gold as the sun that shone above
Your youthful joy appears as you run thru the flowers
soon your time will come and you will grow to maturity

Oh Mother of Summer, your youthful days are gone
Your children play in the sand at your feet
Soon they will leave and you will be on your own
and you will age to be wiser than before

Oh Old Woman of the Autumn
Your skin has changed to the colors of brown leaves
that crush as you walk thru the warm days
Soon you will die and only your memory will remain

Oh Lady of Death, hear our cries
Our souls rejoice as the snow covers our land
for in the Spring you will be reborn
But the memory of your life will continue on .

Words

You say my words are poetry
but I tell you they are from my heart
the true feelings I hold
that can never come apart.

My words are music soft and sweet
for they bring pleasure to your ears
They are only words for you
that no one else can hear.

Loneliness

Loneliness fills my heart
as I think of you gone from me.
There is nothing I want more
than to keep you with me,
but that is not you want.

You have gone and left nothing
but memories that are
now clouded with tears and heartache.
Your voice fades from my memory
as I cling to what is left in my mind.

But wishes are dreams and dreams fade away
and each day you leave my memory
as each petal falls from tree
as each drop of rain falls from the sky
as each bit of sadness fills my heart.

Deadite

07-01-14, 04:48 AM

Let's have a bad poetry contest, peeps.

Oh my metaphor
My sad sad metaphor
How I cry and/or wail for you
My spirit lactates
My orifice quivers
Dust and spilt milk

Like sands through the hourglass...
These are the days of our lives
Ignominious defeat
at the hands of a clock
Clowns surfing their webz
Looking for clown sex

What have we become?
Wherefore and what dost thee
Thou verily do the dew
Tragedy wracks my little brain
Sighing and whimpering
I hide under the bed

Taste not the cheerios of fate!
All is lost
Starring Robert Redford
Might be worth checking out
Because I enjoy films about survival
Man versus Nature
That sort of thing

But I digress
To quote Mark Twain
And so on
It's nothing but a G thang, baby
And I'll be seeing you in all the familiar places
Sipping upon gin
And juice

For thine are the power and glory and nachos
Forever and ever
Ect.

Hit Girl

07-01-14, 05:12 AM

There was young man from Australia
Who painted his ass like a dahlia
The colour was fine
Likewise the design
But the odour, my friends, was a failure.

Deadite

07-01-14, 05:16 AM

That's not bad. You lose.

Hit Girl

07-01-14, 05:17 AM

That's not bad. You lose.

Typical. :D

Sexy Celebrity

07-01-14, 11:24 PM

Mystery Creature

Mystery creature of the past
who stalks my spirit moving very fast
Your eyes, that face,
I couldn't care about the place
where you stated your case
All I could see were
the stories in your heart
the walls filled with your art
But now they've crumbled
to the ground
You've got me going 'round
Putting up flyers
and dealing with the liars
All because you
chomped down
went outta town
Took the bus
left me hearing you cuss
Mystery creature
you're deranged
and you've got it all arranged
Sometimes you're going north
sometimes west
sometimes you're somebody's guest
Mystery creature
I've got to move you
to somewhere you're
a little more well known
Then that mystery will be forgotten
And your spirit will be rotten
Mystery creature
what I want to know is
are you
are you ever gonna slow down?

MovieGal

07-01-14, 11:29 PM

Nice SC

I think Deadlite was trying to say my poems were bad.... oh well I know many who love them... and I have some I cant post here...

Deadite

07-02-14, 04:46 AM

Er, no... I was trying to start a funny-bad poetry contest. I honestly didn't even read the previous post when I did it, sorry...

Sexy Celebrity

07-12-14, 02:11 AM

Movie Forums

Movie Forums, Movie Forums, Movie Forums, Movie Forums, Movie Forums, Movie Forums, Movie Forums.
There's so much to do on Movie Forums.
I started the commentary trend.
Now it's grown wildly out of control.
I like them, but there's too many episodes of "Sex and the City" left to commentate for.
Though, I do like commentating with Honeykid.
We'll see.

The Song Tournaments are on fire.
Why did I start an Asian Song Tournament?
I want to listen to the Asian songs.
Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen.
Listen to the Asian songs.
Asian.
Asian.
Asian.
Asian.
Asian.
Asian.
Asian.

The Asian songs.

The '70s Countdown is coming.
Holden Pike is the host.

La la la la la.

Miss Vicky's gonna nominate a bunch of Tom Petty songs
in the Mega Song Tournament.
I just know it.
Maybe some Fleetwood Mac and what's his name.
You know, that singer she likes.
I forget. Who cares?

I have had enough of Movie Forums.
Ban me.

VFN

07-13-14, 03:16 AM

O Holy Father

Good
God

Sexy Celebrity

07-25-14, 09:47 PM

Poem for Deadite

Up a ladder you go
Up a ladder you go, MoFo
You're dead now
As you've always been
As we always are
Up a ladder you go
Up a ladder you go, MoFo

We will try to forget you
Because we never really knew you
We never knew the true you
We only knew the MoFo you
Up a ladder you go
Up a ladder you go, MoFo

This is for you, Deadite
You died on July 20th, 2014
Up a ladder you go
Up a ladder you go, MoFo
I am writing you this stupid poem
Because you died, died, died, died, died, died

You were here for three years
You were elsewhere for thirty-six years
You talked to us, Deadite
You had your say
All of that's over now
Go up and play
Up a ladder you go
Up a ladder you go, MoFo

My poem might sound stupid
But at least I'm trying to write you one
I wish I could speak to you one more time
But according to God's law, that would be a crime
Up a ladder you go
Up a ladder you go, MoFo

Goodbye, Deadite
Hope you took all of your movies with you
Hope you found peace at last
Thank you for bringing us death
Dying was a very radical thing you did here
More important than the "I Love You" thread
Better than the movie commentaries
WAY better than the '90s, '80s and '70s movie countdowns
Up a ladder you go
Up a ladder you go, MoFo
I love you

Mr Minio

07-26-14, 06:49 AM

Poem for a person you don't like
F*ck you!
Bye!

Sexy Celebrity

08-26-14, 10:25 PM

Three fat groovy chicks
live on the planet Mars.
They want to eat you up
like you're apple pie.
Tasty and sweet.
Humans are a treat.
Your hair is their spaghetti.
Yummy in their tummies.
Salty in their mouths.
They don't diet, they riot.
Food at a buffet, they try it.
Bake, shake, make a cake.
They gobble and gobble
to make their stomachs wobble.
They come to Earth for us.
They abducted Richard Simmons.
He made them dance.
He made them prance.
They returned him in France.
Supersized all the way.
But still, they're tons of fun.
E.T. phoned home.
They phoned Jenny Craig.
Earth fatties have an attitude.
Always wanting to lose the weight.
Mars fatties know what's best.
Chicken stir fry on a plate.
Like yourself for who you are.
You're not what you eat.
You are what you are.
Eat up, go very far.

-- written by me in high school

poemgate

03-10-17, 06:40 AM

right click on the monet - inspires right click the poem - metro alert 10.03.17

are you a collector
this will make you feel bonnie
and if you are a village objector
just right click on the monet.
the hill is severe
but poetry is a drug addiction
destroying my habit is no souvenir
will my app prove a contradiction.
not yet decided pricing
i am a man that s noble
now open and all i am enticing
my best ever move was to go global.
special dedications are available
the email is well used
hateful comments are cut at cable
the last laugh leaves me amused.
when i am up and running
don't come to this useless message board
my website will be absolutely stunning
thank you metro i am now leaving the highgate ward.

poemgate

03-11-17, 07:52 PM

greet your child with a smile not a mobile ! metro 11.03.17
　
as normal in bed flicking
after grinding to the bone
metro is my only paper sticking
catching my eye was story on phone.
very heart breaking
Elizabeth king is making a stand
at st josephs RC will it encourage head shaking
or will it inspire the secret of a free hand.
are you not delighted
all day away from your sprog
interest and care should be invited
not checking your latest blog.
so what did you learn
did you enjoy your science
twitter can wait its turn
with my child is no stronger alliance.
how was physical education
I no you love winning
not letting in my instagram frustration
fingers on phone skinning.
well done st joseph's school
I am clapping my hand
lets hope others use the copying tool
every school should be like st josephs in longland.

this was in the metro paper and it inspired my poem - has anyone else got any thoughts on phones at school gates or should it be banned like in this school ?

poemgate

03-12-17, 08:28 AM

murray lachlan young challenged to a Highgate village war 12.03.17

the gloves are ready
prepared is my arsenal
might get a duet from george and freddie
remember dodging bullets makes me faster then s. gunnell.
come to my turf
or does my challenge scare
its going to be no easy surf
my back up is graham he's a nightmare.
you do look sophisticated
all ways smart is your persona
its them long words that indicated
remember i am the MB security owner.
please play scummy
use every single trick
i can read you like playing "rummy"
you are going to village sink like a brick.
let me end superior
murray and highgate are out of bounds
yes i am inferior
because murray lachlan young is how a true poet sounds.

on the wrightstuff this week was murray and what a great week it was. you can find out more about murray here http://www.murraylachlanyoung.co.uk/ and if you don't want to see the war to end all wars - stay away from the village. MB security patrol and they are a force.

poemgate

03-12-17, 06:22 PM

sex offences on london transport double 12.03.17 ( bbc news link )
　
in love i'm not lucky
try ed every sexuality including hetro
it always ends mucky
never had a good deed in metro.
then one day power
it was a beautiful sound
i got obsessed with rush hour
to find love i went underground.
it was tactical
even if it resulted in scum
i enjoyed the massage on my left testicle
you hit it like roger taylor and his drum.
so quick to leave
i never got your number
the same at warren st the right one did receive
you went further and rubbed my cucumber.
what about in kentish
on the stairs that are spiral
you did not blow because you thought jewish
taking that pinch bum movie went viral.
this story is trouble
who is at fault
transport offences double
my point men to can suffer sexual assault.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-london-39217472 (http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-london-39217472)

　
　
eviction shame in highgate village 12.03.17
　
with out even blinking
on me your door closed
i was distraught sniffing and drinking
now your shame is exposed.
our rent agreement was solid
provided always was the reddies
i forgave human feces that were sordid
in return were poems on queen george and freddies.
a new career reunites
but my back i am turning
not playing the card for human rights
for the red box i am not yearning.
let them in to fly post
little or no reward
closing the red box i will always toast
its how i found the message board.
　
https://postimg.org/image/s6pz1zf79/8eecf4e6/ (https://postimg.org/image/s6pz1zf79/8eecf4e6/)

poemgate

03-13-17, 08:05 AM

dunhill london icon + dunhill london elite hits highgate 13.03.17

this is no spanner
it will accumulate
failed did dolce & gabbana
not the one but these 2 will smell a rose in highgate.
no more is the self throttle
not taken in by the glamour
all to often judged by the bottle
now these 2 will hit like a hammer.
is there any irony
could the humiliation be cronic
both icon's are now rivary
the winning one will be ironic.
so what is the ingrediant
what makes the smell so unique
john lewis will confirm i am obident
not finding a wife is one fussy critiqi.
dunhill london icon
and dunhill london icon elite
lets hope all togther we remember sygon
on the ground floor in john lewis we did meet.

https://www.johnlewis.com/dunhill-london-icon-eau-de-parfum/p1921144 is at war with https://www.johnlewis.com/dunhill-icon-elite-eau-de-parfum/p2869306?navAction=jump&_requestid=7580615 but will the smell sufficate highgate ?

poemgate

03-13-17, 12:52 PM

is it time to ban the mobile from all parks 13.03.17
　
rising is the humidity
sunshine has no blocking
let me wikipedia dignity
to the parks its not flocking.
london is intense
but we all need silence
for the greenery surrounded by fence
phone ban and me have alliance.
i don't want to hear
parks are for fun exercise and for solitary
reading the metro and down my ear you spear
forcing me to listen is not voluntary.
proud of your attention
your up bringing must have been crude
speaking volumes is this extension
phone loud speaking is so rude.
parks need action
we have to respect the peace and quiet
i admit poems are no attraction
and if you ban them i will do a mobile riot.
　
( thank you to the lovely lady in highgate woods today walking her dog speaking at full volume on your phone. i moved to a different bench 3 times and each time you some how got near to me covering allot of ground spoiling my peace and quiet. thank you for the inspiration to write this about you. - got to dash - phone ringing ! do we need to ban the mobile from parks now ? discuss ! )