This is my thread for my poetry, past and present. I'll put some up as I find what works...but right now, enjoy "Dust And The Moon".
A mound of dirt reaches higher into the sky.
While this pile of earth is but a lowly hill.
Which trapped in light escapes me.
Location: HELL HATH NO FURY, AT ALL.
You seem seem so conflicted.
or made dark in the night.
You seem to fall apart.
You seem to be leaving.
or punishing your corpse as it fondles the earth.
Do you fall like a girl?
Or breathe like a stormcloud?
that is, never suffering the rain?
composing epic verse for a certain sect.
Or will you break into sans existance?
Do you kiss like a picture?
do you caress like a sermon?
Do you pretend like a child, or Like the maddened man?
CAN I MAKE YOU FEEL?
Or would that misuse your cold exterior?
would your porcalean vocal cords shatter?
China doll, can you feel my hands across your spirit?
Or is it just the earthly embrace your needing?
the stage of petty theaters and broken barstools isn't your home.
Would You Even Know How To?
But all I got were symphonies.
Why is no one reading this?
Working Title: Thoughts on Bikes At Night.
the night throws unseen things at my eyes.
A scented woman, the homage to the Grand Mother.
and saved the firmer things for myself.
When will you leave me again?
There is not a second that is wasted.
When shall I have an original tongue?
A voice that you did not give me?
A better zombie for discussion than discovered in recent days.
Less the truly fantastic come to be present in the skin.
Of your soul, till they become bread and doctrine.
Why is no one reading my poetry anymore?
I like your poetry, Zarn, but I'm never quite sure what to say to poems. "I like your poetry" is a lame comment; not being very good at poetry myself, I can't exactly give constructive criticism. I suppose when I have time I might explicate one of them like we have to do in my literature or philosophy classes, but when would I get a chance to do that?
So, for now, I say: I like your poetry Zarn. Really. Thumbs up for you!
Don't worry about offending me, Animus. To be honest, it's only a source for my self-agaggrandizement. I just enjoy hearing people say they like my poetry, and try to figure it out.
So yeah, pretty shallow and what not, but its what gets me through. Like those witty one-liners superheroes throw off all the time, it keeps me from buckling under the stress of it all.
I poke about through the ashes, trying to see something wanting of worth.
The citadel burnt, they say...much to the dismay of carpenters, whose work had only recently found done as it had stood high, so high.
But now the brick layers will come, and the carpenters will come, and they will clean away the ashes, they will put away the rubble, and they will rebuild the Home again.
so much blood mixed with brewskies in an attempt to find love.
the water fondles the thirsty rock with a tongue of iron green.
yet all my family fell.
was the sacrifice of you.
though all spirits within have fled.
my loft which spun through sacred space.
You know, I'm really beginning to hate this thread. I get alot of views, but no one comments. EVER. So I think I'm going to stop posting in it, and post singular works like I used to. That being said, here is my next work.
For you Poetry-Core kids out there in discotopia.
I will explain none of this, most likely. Itâ€™s deeply personal. But I will let you agonize over its undoubtedly secret, sacred meanings. Have fun, wringing your hands and all that.
I wrote this in my own style, naming each particular paragraph, or section of thoughtâ€¦. I really, honestly, truly donâ€™t care what poetry teachers call it, thatâ€™s just the definition that works best for me. In this style, something I may humbly claim, a poem is made up of sections, these sections having their own theme, which itself is apart of a greater harmony. My older poems are very reminiscent of this.
I really like your poems; (yeah, using that line; but it's true!) they remind me of the feel that I get when I'm in a thoughtful, poetic mood, and see things in a new way. You put really good words to ideas and feelings. Sorry if this comment is rather lame.
I think feedback is something we all want/need. It's good; helps us to grow and encourage us. Unfortunately, a lot of people don't give feedback either because they're not sure what to say, don't have anything to say, or just can't be bothered. And unfortunately, when you don't get any feedback, you don't realise that people have actually been reading and enjoying what you've written.
A long thread can be harder to read just because, for me, I don't like to read a lot of poetry at once; whereas shorter threads can pile up, if you post a lot of poems. Anyway, do what you think's best. See how it goes.
Still in rest and recovery mode. Posting may be sporadic at times.
Location: Kiwiland... fighting for mankind in the battle of human vs. sheep.
Thanks alot Photosoph. Even something as simple as "I like your poetry" really means alot to me, and your honest commentary doubly so. As for writing shorter pieces, I do those on occasion, but I'm a lover of "Epic" poetry, grand, sweeping stuff...the High Classical Romance and the true roots of english poetry. Modern, Post-Modern, these are all interesting, and I've experimented with free-verse and wierd formatting, but in the end, I always come back to romance.
Anyway, because you commented, you get a previously unrealeased verse from one of my fave poems! Just don't pm it around, since I haven't decided to put it in or not.
Location: Where-ever it is, it sure is hot!
It's a poem. Yeah. Like that much enthusiasm too.
All right, lets just wade on in.
"Tears Breaking Jars Of Clay and Other Absurd Swellings Of Engendered Emotion"
"Can I cry into you?
Every cry like a gem?
the frozen heart within me.
the one who I desired.
To the winds I throw you! Release me! I cannot bear your burden stone anymore.
Leave me! You golem of atrocities, I will not care for you again! Find your purpose in the shiftless sands, for I will not feed you anymore of my falselove, not again, you heartbound Chimera.
the gathering of the rain.
Can I help the chaos of this poem?
How do I escape you? I made you! I made you in me.
But a blasphemy against your name, flickerflame.
But I cannot destroy you, Flicker flame.
But never for you. Only for me...My blasphemy, my half dark ecstacy, my bloody, my broken, my beautiful flickerflame.
The end will be as a dead thing, the same as the beginning."
Alright, Lets change the station to something better.
the emotional train I am already feeling.
EMO! SELF LOATHING! MANIC! PANICKING! FIGHTING MY OWN DELUSIONS, MY SELF CONCLUSIONS OF A DAEMONIC SELF REVELRY MADE OF MADNESS!
the theme upon which I am running.
INSANE! GIDDY! CHEMICALLY EMBALANCED! POETICALLY DISENCLINED! HATEFUL! HAPPY! DRUNK ON STEREO PSEUDOYNISMS! CRAZY!
the lack of poetic langauge in this certain epic verse-mart.
"Titular Existance Asserts Itself Here"
I'm really tired of guiding you through the psycho-semantics embraced by fanatics who all wear the faces of me.
SO I'll drop the lingo, pick of the ring, dance, sing, do the monkey, whatever it is I'm supposed to be doing.
What men call Music and women call Coke.
My addictions are car crashes of sound attacking your ears.
of a dish of a disaster called life.
but I am Infected instead!
I cooked in my spare time.
Not half a line ago?
I've become nothing more than a place to go.
and leave a message of your existance after the last Trump.
I can really feel your state as you write the poems; the mood comes through really well. I can't say it's the happiest of moods though; so I hope things go well, and better, for you; in your life and in your writing.
till the caverns of fire are filled up with snow.
Wow. Amazing words. I could understand and relate with some of the points/ideas mentioned, though others went over my head. That's not a bad thing, though; gives more to think about and ponder and really discover when re-reading it. Gives it depth.
If I remember correctly, you've done this in your other work but I'd like to point it out again: your choice of words and just the way you express ideas and everything (gah wish I could say it better) is really, really good. Excellent poetry, Zarn.
So, I probably should explain...I was inspired to change my name. So I'm changing it. To De Luit. As in, I'm going to change my name on CAA. Yeah.
The hearts-tides wash away the shores of control.
The hands of the ocean beaten back by the bone-strength of mountains.
The waters that consume laughter, hearth, and final home.
We offer ugly praises to our Lord.
Is it also Animality? Are we just beasts?
If so, let us be beasts of worship and praise.
Is there any merit praising in a beastly fashion?
Can primal screaming be contorted to become holy praises?
Or will we die trying?
"Ugliness In The Hymnal", De Luit.
(I wanted to experiment with something I realized during "A Hermit's Summit": Provoking ungainliness to create imagry. Now, I'm not particularly prone to that kind of worship myself, and I disagree with elavating that sort of thing to the same level as regular praise and worship, but some people just do it differently. I would hope that praise like that would be just as pleasing to the Lord, and I believe I'm right.
Come, come, O Caliphan! Ride upon your gilded horse!
The endless forests broke by â€˜true stone!
Dance with me, O Caliphan!
Until the prickles bit his tush.
Like the Oxford don at dawn!
Or weâ€™ll be gone with the next tide.
Hmmm....I love your poetry, Zarn. You have a awesome talent of weaving words into beautiful designs. The words just flow together in harmony.
I think that as long as a person's heart longs to adore, worship and bring honor to God, then their praise, even if ungainly, would be pleasing to God.
Yup, I guess the other bit about Caliphan could be good, but eh. The poem is good standing alone too.
'De Luit'... It sounds French, but I can't indentify the word 'Luit'. Is it merely a name, or has it a meaning too? I'm guessing that the answer will be the latter, but I'm curious.
Darn. I should've known that. >_< The word I know for lights is 'lumieres' (minus an accent, I'm sure ) but that refers to houselights, I think.
And 'de', of course, I recognised as 'of' . (Just needed to point out that I do indeed know some French ).