Original Poems - express yourselves in verse

[Kehoe]

Give to the rich man the poor mans cup
force him to dip in the mire and take a sup
Then place before him a simple empty bowl
and make him eat of nothing by which to fill his soul
And once he complains of his dire need
remind him of his once opulence and greed
Then let us rally to his palace and tear off the roof
so the heavens may know and the earth bear proof
That liberation has come and has swept the land
declaring henceforth and forever the brotherhood of man - Karo

(Edited by Kehoe at 5:13 am on Nov. 20, 2002)

[Kehoe]

Now that I made the initial effort ... everyone should feel free to post their poetry ... dont be shy ... youre among friends - Karo

[MJM]

Abandoned your values for new ones
left alone with a deckchair and a transitor radio
only my walking stick to carry me home
old man old values old news

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Confessed your sins to the psychic help line
pop cultures the opiate of the masses
religions gone, replaced by gloss
consume consume consume

[canikickit]

I shot the police
now I'm gonna assassinate the president
and I'm gonna shoot the bullshit agents
and jump off all the bandwagons
and shoot the drivers of the aforementioned wagons
and wear nike shoes and stamp the "swoosh" into the forehead of the corporate bastards
and I'm gonna ban the banning of religion
and I'm gonna ban the misappropriation of equal rights
and I'm gonna misappropriate the equalisation of the banning of all the things which should not be as they are
and I'm gonna quote Peter Tosh:

"first you came and you sold us christianity,
but all your members just lust after vanity,
telling them to trust in you faithfully,
not saying its the return of the slavery,
taught us of heaven, way up in the sky,
where we can't reach unless we die,
but you can't fool me again,
you can't fool me again and again."

then I'm gonna assassinate the bringers of gimmicks,
and I'm gonna remove the labels,
I'm gonna turn the tables,
I'm sick of the fables...

[canikickit]

No more internet
No more winternet
No more American Kid
No more bullshit
No more rebelution
No more Che
No more capitalism
No more sense
No more cents (American)
No more cents (European)
No more cents (Australian)
No more scense
No more senses
No more Lardlad
No more Jamaica
No more music
No more Mr. Business
No more bullshit
No more Dark, Imperial or micellaneous Capitalists
No more Mazdak
No more Chairmen
No more moustaches
No more beardlesses
No more windlasses
No more Hamlet
No more Brain
No more Brian
No more Micheal Olowokandi
No more Roy Keane
No more responses
No more Ital Living

What should I do?

[canikickit]

Sometimes I feel as if my brain is just gone,
completely out the window.
I feel as if its time to end the bullshit, the ragging,
the raging,
the running,
the stunning lack of personalities.....
but then.
I turn on the radio and the personalities are back
to tell me what I like
to tell me what I hate
to tell me how I vote
to tell me what I like
to tell me I'm okay
to tell me I'm alright
to tell me it's good
to tell me how I feel about Roy Keane
to tell me how I feel about Mick McCarthy
to tell me how I feel
to tell me how I feel
to tell me what I want
to tell me I'm okay
to tell me I'm alright
but I'm not alright.
I'm half left.
I'm half sinister.....
I do'nt want to be alright.
I definitly do not want to be all left
I am straight
I am an arrow
I am neutral
I am sitting on the fence
The fence has being bombed.
The End (of an ERa)

[canikickit]

I posted these before. In chit chat.

[Floyd.]

Hey canikickit do you like Michael Franti? By the way Kehoe sorry to deviate from your original topic.

[Kehoe]

The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.

Deserted like the wharves at dawn.
It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!

Cold flower heads are raining over my heart.
Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked.

In you the wars and the flights accumulated.
From you the wings of the song birds rose.

You swallowed everything, like distance.
Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank!

It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.
The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse.

Pilot's dread, fury of a blind diver,
turbulent drunkenness of love, in you everything sank!

In the childhood of mist my soul, winged and wounded.
Lost discoverer, in you everything sank!

You girdled sorrow, you clung to desire,
sadness stunned you, in you everything sank!

I made the wall of shadow draw back,
beyond desire and act, I walked on.

Oh flesh, my own flesh, woman whom I loved and lost,
I summon you in the moist hour, I raise my song to you.

Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness,
and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.

There was the black solitude of the islands,
and there, woman of love, your arms took me in.

There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit.
There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.

Ah woman, I do not know how you could contain me
in the earth of your soul, in the cross of your arms!

How terrible and brief was my desire of you!
How difficult and drunken, how tensed and avid.

Cemetery of kisses, there is still fire in your tombs,
still the fruited boughs burn, pecked at my birds.

Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs,
oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies.

Oh the mad coupling of hope and force
in which we merged and despaired.

And the tenderness, light as water and as flour.
And the word scarcely begun on the lips.

This was my destiny and in it was the voyage of my longing,
and in it my longing fell, in you everything sank!

Oh pit of debris, everything fell into you,
what sorrow did you not express, in what sorrow are you not drowned!

From billow to billow you still called and sang.
Standing like a sailor in the prow of a vessel.

You still flowered in songs, you still broke in currents.
Oh pit of debris, open and bitter well.

Pale blind diver, luckless slinger,
lost discoverer, in you everything sank!

It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour
which the night fastens to all the timetables.

The rustling belt of the sea girdles the shore.
Cold stars heave up, black birds migrate.

Deserted like the wharves at dawn.
Only the tremulous shadow twists in my hands.

Oh farther than everything. Oh farther than everything.

It is the hour of departure. Oh abandoned one! ... ... ... Although I began this thread as an avenue for original poems I felt it appropriate to post a work of one of Ches favorite poets - Pablo Neruda ... the work is called "The song of despair"and perhaps it may inspire others to read other works of Neruda. - Karo

[canikickit]

Hey canikickit do you like Michael Franti? By the way Kehoe sorry to deviate from your original topic.

I don't know, I've never heard any of his stuff.

I don't consider what I posted as poetry, it's just free association. I just wrote it straight out, it's a bunch of rubbish, but it has meaning. The meaning can be quite oblique though.

[Kehoe]

Gone are the days of innocence past
along with the care-free days of spring
A dry brisk autumn has arrived at last
carrying seeds of winter and the coldness it brings

Oh the summer when our hearts did soar
when the tree had bloomed and the birds gave flight

Sweet nectar of love we thirsted all the more
enraptured and imprisoned with youthful passionate delights

Could all our memories be but a deceitful dream
for where now are these people who clutter our minds

Should we say that things are not as they seem
that all importance is lost when subtracted from time

But alas we are but memories collected and tied
in the hearts of one another as a strongbox of gold

And though these mortal bodies shall grow old and die
we keep coming back with each onrushing tide -Karo

[Kehoe]

In a distant crowd a voice cries
drifting upward then quickly it dies

Down to the earth on bended knees
moaning words of anguish,words that bleed

A fistful of dirt I take in hand
considering its texture and the fate of man

I bow my head but I dare not pray
for who but I hear the words I say

I peer into the darkness and scream within
blessed am I the most cursed of men

Unfettered by riches and bound to the earth
knowing the poverty of greed and the soul of worth

We are all born the same and likewise die
all this needless separation I must ask why

Were I to have your riches and you had my poor name
we d each be different but the injustice remains

Bury now these riches and mark not their grave
and talk not of the wealthy nor the gifts they gave

But let us sing of our redemption and the good we have done
for the wall is removed and you and I are now one -Karo

[timbaly]

I've wriiten two poems in my life, both in the second grade. I also have 2 versions of one. The first is a Haiku' the last is an acrostic.

There is a monkey
his name is funky
over there
on the chair
is a funky monkey

There once was a monke
his name was chip the monkey
over there
on the chair
is my brown little furry monkey

Hay
Oats
Run
Sip water
Energy

I will never forgot theses poems, it's as if they are engraved in my head.

[hawarameen]

Title : You got it made
Explanation, people saying refugees come only to take jobs and dole money.

I want your £53 a week to live on
I want one of those stunning terrace houses i hear of
I want your dirty streets full of litter and shit
I want my children to go to your schools and be bullied because they're different
I want your teenage pregnancies
I want a society that degrades those who deserve respect
I want your concrete jungle and your smog, thats why i have come to this country
I am here for the wether because i love the rain and cold
I want your breakdown in society and meet my relatives only once a year

No, all i want is your freedom.

[hawarameen]

Someday......Someday soon
Under the fullness of the moon
I will return again to my home
There i will be free to roam
Free to feel the heavenly heat
Free to rest my weary feet
Free to speak my kurdish tounge
Without fear of being shot or hung
Stand tall and sing my Kurdish song
With an end to this human wrong!

[hawarameen]

Explanation: the death of my Grandfather

You took the sun from my day
You took the moon from my night
All thats left is memories

Memories of how you used to sit me on your lap
of how you tried to teach me right from wrong
You taught me to be a man and to always see good in people
I hate myself for not being with you moreand think how wonderful it would be to be by your side in heaven instead of here with just memories and tears

When you left you took the sun from my day
You took the moon from my night
All thats left is memories, memories and tears