Poems

[Joker Obama Girl]

I haven't really posted any new poems in a while, so I thought I would share some I finished recently.

This one originally was going to be 8 stanza's long and end very differently, but life got really busy. I was not able to get back to it after the first two stanzas, and I completely ran out of inspiration, as I lately have been in a completely different mood. Anyway, a few days ago I threw the third stanza together and just wrapped it up. I am not that happy with it, but if inspiration returns, I will just strike out the third stanza and start it over.

Wild Heart

Howling She-Wolf, clothed in pain,
Your wild heart sings its despairing refrain.
What on once no man laid hands,
Now is bound with loneliness’s tormenting chains.
That unfettered heart now clasped with searing bands
Must live the empty night with all her pains.

Your frigid cry carries across the frozen hills,
Colder and harsher than January’s icy chills.
Frosty spectre of a heart on fire,
Burning brightly like Autumn’s full moon.
The flames of devotion rise ever higher,
And you know there will be naught left soon.

Darkness creeps upon you steathily,
And soon it will engulf you completely;
Once your gaurdian and the mask that you wore,
Your dark soul found the shadow a friend.
But it protects and nurtures you no more;
Its kindness toward you is at an end.

Nothing but life’s cruel realities remain
And you are left with only regret and pain.
The shadow terrifies you and your breath,
Lays heavily in your lungs like mud.
You feel the cold touch of death.
Stopping your heart and freezing your blood.

Tortured by the hopelessness of loving one,
Who has done to you what he has done;
It makes you wish you never loved at all;
And never let him claim your heart.
Surely better never to climb, than to fall.
And on the cruel rocks be dashed apart.


Burning Ice

Stern face and icy smile,
Taught that feelings are a weakness,
So he hides them deep inside,
So that no one will see.

His face is his mask,
But there is fire inside.
He chose this way,
And now he must live it.

A wild animal inside,
Alone and truly free.
He longs for you to tame,
him and to cage him.

His face like arctic ice,
He cannot help but resist,
you. Break him, tame him.
He wants to submit to you.

No one ever told him,
Freedom was so lonely.
His heart numbs inside him,
But he bears it in silence.

It was him who pushed,
and him who fought.
So why does it feel so bad?
Why does it hurt so much?


Please let me know what you think of them.

[Jack50]

WOW:hail: Alot of pain in those poems. I could see where Wild Heart could be 8 or 80 stanzas. I'm more for the action poetry myself, Lord Alfred Tennyson and wot! I may have to post a couple myself since it's been since grammar school that I wrote anything:no: Glad you posted these and would read more of them myself!

[Joker Obama Girl]

WOW:hail: Alot of pain in those poems. I could see where Wild Heart could be 8 or 80 stanzas. I'm more for the action poetry myself, Lord Alfred Tennyson and wot! I may have to post a couple myself since it's been since grammar school that I wrote anything:no: Glad you posted these and would read more of them myself!

Thank you Jack50, I am glad you liked them. Yes, it is my great disappointment that I have not finished it, but I plan to in the future.
While I am not a particular fan of Tennyson (though to be fair, I have only read a very small number of his poems), I do love his Charge of the Light Brigade. I also am a big fan of the type of poetry he writes (though not some of his particular pieces), but I am very bad at writing it.
Maybe if I ever manage to write a good one, I will post it here.

[Vuk]

There once was a man named Bart,
Who dearly loved to fart.
Old Bart would fart in a cart,
Old Bart would fart at a dart.
Old Bart made farting an art.

One day old Bart found a chart,
That showed the location of the missing part
Of the mystical cherry tart.
Right away he made his start,
And soon that tart was eaten by Bart.

And O! How it broke my heart!
When I heard the news about Bart.
That that last one tore him apart.
And our dear friend Bart did fart his last fart,
And it smelled like cherry tart.

[Vuk]

I've written a little poem:


Wipe that radiant smile off your face,
you old witch!

I couldn't get it to rhyme though.

[Joker Obama Girl]

Thank you for your fine contributions Vuk. :P

It is not what I usually write, but I am gonna post it anyway, as it is funny. My family and I are all nerds, and there is a TV show we are very nerdy about (Merlin). My brothers and I all like a character in named Uther (a distant connection to the original legends, but the show has little resemblense to the legend, so it is best not to associate it with it), whereas my sisters both despise him and think him an evil murderer.
My sister posted this poem on her facebook page when she watched the episode where Uther died:


Gather round my friends, young and old
Hear my words as this tale is told
Stomp your feet, clap your hands and sing
As we say farewell to the evil tyrant king

The Pendragon line gave him pride
So he murdered his young bride
And then her brother Tristram, too
Along with all the rest who knew

He didn’t send his general the troops he needed
No matter how hard the poor man pleaded
Because he was in bed with the other man’s wife
So he let the enemies claim his life.

He had magicians killed, man and woman and child
He had them flee their homes into the wild
He had them drowned and burnt and felled by the sword
Be they priestess, Druid, dragon, or the mighty dragon lord.

He filled the kingdom with sadness
He drove Lady Morgana to madness
All we can hope for now is that he is dead
And the crown belongs on Arthur’s head

Is that all will turn out well;
That God has sent him down to hell!

So my friends sing this song with me
And raise your voices as you sing
“We wish Uther Pendragon our old tyrant king
His just rewards for all eternity:
The flames of the innocent he killed on so many a pier
Will be the ones he feels in his hell fire!”

My brother responded to her with this, and we quickly had a poetry war on our hand:

The Haters

The haters will hate though they have no cause,
The haters will hate with no thought or pause.
The haters will hate though they have no grievance,
The haters will hate with no repentance.

The haters are consumed with hate,
Alas, a life of ignorance is their fate.
Blinded by their rage they rant and roar,
Though they do not remember what for.

The haters hate even a man whose character is noble and just,
The haters hate simply because they must.
The haters have no ambition other than to hate,
And no endless ranting will their desire sate.

The haters hate on Camelot’s former king,
Though only the most depraved hater could do such a thing.
Uther was just and wise,
But he was evil to a hater’s eyes.

To Uther all the people did flock,
To find refuge from the witch and the warlock.
Magic was a curse to the land,
And so it did force the king’s hand.

Uther smote the villains who terrorized the helpless and weak,
And for this vengeance the warlocks did seek.
They tricked Uther and killed his wife,
Who was to Uther, dearer than life.

Driven mad by all the hardship he had endured,
Uther killed all magicians so peace was assured.
More than could be numbered did Uther and his laws save,
Though only revenge for the few innocents who perished the haters still crave.

Uther made mistakes we all know,
But it was the cruelty of magic that made him do so,
And though many harmless people were killed,
It was only because to continue to use magic they willed.

Still the haters blame Uther for the deaths,
Even though the magicians had defied the laws to their dying breaths.
Though the magic brought on unthinkable horrors that make Uther’s purge look like child’s play,
The haters will hate him and all he has done till their dying day.

I then joined in with my own:

Uther the Magnificent

Stand now my friends and raise a flagon,
Today we celebrate the life of Uther Pendragon!
Noblest king Camelot has ever seen;
Nobler he could hardly have been!

Stand fast now friends, against the vile slander,
Of those who hate and seek to defame our great commander!
Their words are not but base calumny,
That demonstrates to us their jealous depravity.

Wife killer, they have called him,
Happy to exploit a tragedy so grim.
They cannot resist the cruel temptation,
To take solice in his painful tribulation.

So they will blame him for his deprivation,
Though the sorrow he feels has no cessation.
Never before has a wife been loved so deeply,
Nor her death used by foes so cheaply.

But the sad irony of our foe's baseless accusation,
Is that it only demonstrates their moral aberration.
Their emotional appeal is compensation,
For their argument's logical limitation.

But their treacherous lies do not end here,
For they must also exploit his friend so dear.
Dear Gorlois, his comrade and right arm,
Who saved him many a time from harm.

He whom good Uther loved as a brother,
The way that he never could love another.
He whose sad death could not be prevented,
Whose untimely passing Uther sorely lamented.

And as evidence of his sincerity,
He adopted Morgana with all celerity,
Loving her more than even his son,
Even after all the evil she'd done.

His great deeds the hateful seek to defame,
And cast guilt on his innocent name.
"Murderer!" Is what the cowards say,
Because he killed dragon, witch, and fey.

But even Gaius knew magic was a scourge,
And Camelot was saved only by the purge.
Evil-doers only, Uther sought to kill,
Not just those with a special skill.

He outlawed magic, so he could know the good from bad,
And that some chose to ignore his law is truly sad,
But can Uther be blamed if his subjects choose to defy him?
And to break his every laws on a whim?

My other sister responded with this:

The Fan Boy's Quest

We are fan boys, fan boys, fan boys
Praising Uther is chiefest of our joys
And you're right to wonder why
But there's something about that guy

We don't know what it is for sure
But every glimpse leaves us wanting more
From the gray of his hair
To do the daggers in his glare

We don't mind the blood he's spilled,
We don't care about the ones he killed
We complain when his opponents take a life
And blame others because he killed his wife

Burn them at the stake,
Drown them in a lake
Chop off his head,
Make sure she's dead

In truth, we really couldn't care,
Because, to us, Uther is so dear
Worshiping him brings us indelible joy
On this quest to be the greatest fan boy.

To which I responded with this:

The Rabid Uther Hater

Who can fathom the minds of the Rabid Uther Hater?
When you show them logic and reason, their hate grows greater!
Such bitter and hateful passion cannot be argued against?
For they turn off their minds when the argument has commenced!

Mad passion and rage consumes their feeble minds,
And when they are shown the light they close the blinds!
They worship their malace, and place their hate in a shrine.
To share truth with them, is to cast your pearls before swine.

Polite argument and conversation make their tempers rise,
For they do not wish to hear from any but they allies.
Their hatred so potent, it was not sated even with Uther's demise.
Their blindness makes them fools, though they think themselves wise.

There is nothing to explain this mental fixation,
For wishing on noble King Uther eternal damnation,
Could it be it masks a secret infatuation?
And their rants and hatred simply an affectation?

No, they are hardly works of genius, but each one was created in 5-20 minutes and we were just being silly. It just got me thinking, why don't we set something like this up on the Org. Poetry battles can be a lot of fun.

[A Nerd]

Terrific poems, one and all! They were a very enjoyable read I do hope for more. :)

Vuk, yours need some work. ;)

[Vuk]

Jealous poet, jealous poet,
You are jealous and you know it.
You are jealous of poor old Bart,
And his marvelous fart!

You cannot write my amazing verse,
So you shout and curse,
And insult my genius on the forum,
In a way that really lacks decorum.

Though I may not always make all my lines rhyme,
I make them all, in other ways sublime.
So petty man, unless you think you can write more poetically,
Maybe you should start writing more apologetically!

~;)

[Fragony]

I've written a little poem:


Wipe that radiant smile off your face,
you old witch!

I couldn't get it to rhyme though.

In the end my dear lady you are nothing but a bitch

[Vuk]

lol, I was just Joshing Frags.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQqmmSEiLpA

[Joker Obama Girl]

I just updated the first poem. Didn't really get much inspiration, but I wanted to make it a little longer. I'll just come back to it some time I get inspiration. :P Please tell me what you think! I'd really like to know whether you like them or not. Otherwise I really don't know if I should change things or keep doing what I am doing. :P

[Lyra]

Wind swept valley
Naked bone
Darkened alley
No sun shone

Make the tally
Mark on stone
Empty parry
No one's home

They died
Tear falls
Run, hide,
battle calls

~Lyra