• Neo_007
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Topic: Poetry

I'm surprised I don't find this here - a section for poetry. So I will try to start this. I mean no offense  but this poem has a blind person in it. It is funny and a neat twist to it though and curious and also not mine. so here goes ...

In the light of day
near midnight

two dead boys
rose to fight

back to back
they faced each other

drew their swords
and shot one another

a deaf policeman
heard the noise

and saved the lives
of the two dead boys

and if you don't believe
this lie is true

ask the blind man
he saw it too.



.... well as soon as I saw this I memorized it ... very cool poem.

  • Dark
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Re: Poetry

From the christmas day in the work house school of thought I think.

I've tried my hand at poetry, ---- but my stuff is a litle more serious, ---- and not really appropriate to post here unfortunately.

  • Neo_007
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Re: Poetry

Hello Dark,

I understand.  I too write deeper and possibly take things/myself a bit more seriously than I should LOL!  I prefer free verse and quatrains and lymerics.

The moving finger writes and having writ moves on
nor pie itty or wit shall cancel out half a line
or all your tears wash out a word of it.

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Re: Poetry

Heavy is the heart, Slowing you down, Leaving behind the trail like that of a snail, Heavy, like a ball and chain Tied to you in vain. Shattered are your dreams, If you not rid yourself of this shame. There will be no reality. Embrace yourself. There is so much to live for, So get rid of this ball.

  • Neo_007
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Yo Jacky.  A little deep.  But it is to the heart of it.  The burdens we carry around.  And the truth of it is most likely - those we think who would hold it against us - have forgotten it.  We hold it against ourselves.  Discover the truth - not the burden is my take. They say the truth shall set you free. But I have felt as your poem suggests.

I once had an anthem
but with time all things die

I wondered at agapeic things
but seldom would I try

consider the passing of these things
like the closing of a door.

Like a sail boat in a storm
seeking safety near a shore

And if I wonder at these things
and pine their loss the by

And wish those things pass this way again
for the next time I shall try.



... I wrote something like that 30 years ago and had it published. But had forgotten it and just remade a new one now.

I wanted to be a writer not a poet dang it.  But poetry is fun.  Much like a very short story or can be. And filled with stuff you could never put in a story in so many words.

Last edited by Neo_007 (2010-02-09 04:52:12)