violator said:

High Flight

Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee
No 412 squadron, RCAF
Killed 11 December 1941
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew.
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

billyjackbitch said:

I love this poem, gives me goose bumps

OBERON

Elysium! I'm cut adrift, and Byron viewed me from his orbit,
Reaching for my hand he whispered "You just took a fatal hit".
I'm still submerged in all my strange panoptical, holistic dreams.
Kinetic rhythm carries of the stray endorphins as they scream: -

"Beckoned, we have beckoned you to leave us, drops of serum
Restricted in our travels from your spine up to your cranium
Oh brittle man, you've found a way to pull us from our course
Nights on end we called you till our voices grew all hoarse"

"Enticed and yet a little disappointed you reclined and threw
reckless caution to the wind, not knowing whence it blew".
I sat there and I listened to them; boasting, throwing fingers
Keystones of my neuroscience, how their taste still lingers.

But all things surge toward an end and so too did this onslaught
Redeeming me, unravelling the tangled ball of yarn I'd wrought
Over, under, 'round and through the soft core of my nucleus.
Negotiating science for a middle ground 'tween me and us.

18-02-2002

I found this beautiful winter poem and thought it might be a comfort to all of you.

It was to me, and it's very well written.













ENJOY!




' WINTER '
a poem by Abigail Elizabeth McIntyre








Fuck! It's cold!

xenon said:

What's all this racket?!
What's all the fuss?!
I'm trying to sleep here
So shut the crap up!

Don't sing those carols
So loud on my street
'Less you want your butts
To meet up with my feet!

Oh, I'll deck the halls
But it won't be with holly
I'll string up some elves
'Cause I ain't feelin' jolly

What's wrong with that reindeer?
And his big red nose?
Looks like he's been drinking
The way that it glows!

And Santa? You're creepy!
All fat, red and weird
If you sneak down my chimney
I'll set fire to your beard

If I hang any stockings
It won't be with glee
It'll be in the laundry
And not on some tree

So just keep all your eggnog
And presents and lights
'Cause I'm feeling nasty
And not at all nice.

Get outta the way!
You sad, silly fart
Stop blocking the aisle
With that shopping cart!

I'm just tryin'a buy me
Some scotch and some beer
So don't slow me down
With your holiday cheer

Forget stupid dollies
And toys and all that
Why dontcha just buy
Some more brains for your brats?

Why must you people
Go shopping en masse?
Now clear out a path
Or I will kick your ass!!!!

I just wanna pay
For my booze and then go
Quite frankly I think
All this nonsense just blows

I'll celebrate Christmas
My own special way
With some pretzels and beer
Or a roll in the hay

So git out the way!
Shut up and sit down!
Or way better yet,
Why dontcha leave town!



by Grumpy and Gulpy, the Angry Clowns*

It wasn't dark yet
It was allright
the sun had hardly set
the calm sea reflected
what she had never said
Hand in hand they walked
along the golden coast
they looked, they laughed, they talked
her heart was His, she realized
4 Him she loved the most
Her guide
Her friend
Her confidant
4ever by her side
Unconditional
And never ending
she knew she'd be allright

One4All4Ever said:

Beautiful!

Sweeny79 said:

I like this one.

MoniGram said:

lol review my poem..i need feedback..on whether to continue on it..

baroque said:

you should ...

and never doubt yourself in poetry, cuz whatever you write it comes from the heart and those words are always true

I cant say these words
without hoping you listen
everywhere I go
I just mutter them
underneath my breath
as an incantation
hearhehearmehearme
I keep repeating myself
over and over again
until the sound
echoes in my head
and all I hear is emptyiness

Define Sexy

Sexy is when he smiles
Sexy is the twinkle in his eyes
Sexy is when he nibbles on my ear
It sure is sexy when he is near

And using that sexy voice on me
Sexy is when he's close to me

Sexy is the way he trusts me.
Sexy is his arms around me.
Sexy is the way he hums
Or looking in his eyes when he comes.

And saying that he wants me there
Sexy is my fingers through his hair.

Sexy is when he is not scared
To tell me how much he cares
Sexy is his lips on mine
Or knowing that what we do is a crime

And saying I am closer than kin
Sexy is when I am inside of him

sammij said:

graphic

Teach me
Teach me how to teach myself
Hold me
Hold me I can’t hold myself
And when I’m able
Throw me back into the pool
Throw me back into the pool
Throw me back
Into…

Make me
Make me turn around again
Force me
Force me to open up again
And when I do
Throw me back into the pool
Throw me back into the pool
Throw me back
Into…

Inside The Pool
Warmth surrounds me
Inside The Pool
Safety allows me
To get undone
I get undone

HamsterHuey said:

Teacher, Teacher, teach me something
something I don't already know
Tell me where to look for love
Teach me where to go.

Teacher, Teacher, guide me now
Take my hand and lead
lead me through the dark days
You're the light that I desperately need

Teacher, be forever
the one that pulls us through
Teacher, you're our northern star
We all rely on you.

Mother more than anything
she lightens up our days
With eyes full of laughter
she takes our hearts away

She's Moni, lovely Moni
She's everything we need
She fills our hearts with sheer delight
Oh Moni, She's so sweet

Come on over Moni
step into the light
on the one we all sing,
Moni matters tonight


Written by: One4All4Ever

Snow dwindles down
Grey becomes white
White becomes pulp
Underneath car's tires

You're not around
It don't feel right
Right don't exist no more
And the snow leaves me wired

It's cold
Underneath this winter coat

I turn the page
But don’t close the book
You’re still right here
On the coffee table

There’s no longer a cage
It’s how I mistook
Need for love
Just another fable

It's cold
Underneath this winter coat

Sun down, moon up
I am drifting
Further away from you
But I am not lost

My heartbeat throbs
Heavy mood is lifting
I've been expecting this
My plans are not crossed

It's getting warmer
Underneath this winter coat

Let children play freely
And adults plough to work
Spring will come
This business done

Then off comes the coat
Sun on my skin again
And I’ll be free again
And winter gone

I admire from a distance
A book I read before

This Door

This door is closing
I am shutting it
Silently
All tears cried
Long since dried
All that’s left
Is an empty space

An empty space
To fill in
Couldn’t have said it better
Fill it with ink
Fill it with laughter
Doesn’t matter much
My own space to dance in

So I dance on my own
I am always alone
Anyway

This door is closing
Maybe I should
Slam it shut.

MoniGram said:

there ones was a boy named Alf
who couldn't keep it to himself
he gave it to whateva
she took it and said never
could I have so much pleasure by myself

One4All4Ever said:

You know I love this poem!

Whateva said:

Girl needs hands around her waist
a guide to shine a light
to lead her through the winterland
to warm her up at night
Fingers run through fairy hair
run down her curved back
hold her shoulders
pull her near
ready for attack
2 moons ago she would say neva
now she closes her eyes
is this a dream or is it real
she don't care, whateva



for 5-minute poetry ...
[Edited 12/14/07 15:35pm]

One4All4Ever said:

thanks! (look for an orgnote sometime tonight)

sammij said:

52/52 baby !!!

One4All4Ever said:

already?
i gots some work to do!