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"Poetry corner"

The idea behind this place is that instead of starting your own thread with one poem they can all go in here instead.
Here is then, a place for your all your word's of beauty, anger, love, disappointment and anything else you care to add.

Lindgren, I get the feeling you aren't taking this thread seriously. We'd really appreciate it if you posted poems that were relevant, serious and thought-provoking. Posting such peepee-takes just isn't fair on us serious poets.

I'm actually really disappointed in you. I thought you of all people would have known better.

This a poem I posted here a while ago, it's also on my web blog. I wrote it a few years ago.


Past

Scars left unhealed from experiences past
A life cut short, an arm in a cast.
Five stitches in the forehead and a headache for days
Feelings being hurt in so many ways.

Running to hide for fear of being seen
A very confused and scared senseless teen
Threats and sly glances deepen the fear
Grabbed by the throat for a word in the ear.

A cry out in pain that will never be heard
The victim ignored and subsequently deterred
Questions of childhood are eventually raised
The criminal imprsoned, prosecution is praised.

The victim moves on yet never moves forward
Parole board hearings, the release is ordered.
Victim runs scared and in fear for her life
Released man pursues gripping a knife.

Victim lies wounded, won't live through the day.
Man says it's punishment for getting him put away.

Ashman wrote:
> Started well, but it couldn't end soon enough. :-D

A better response than I was expecting.

It was another one-minute job :-)

One of these days I'll sit down and write a proper one.

Bedtime

It is bedtime now
Time for me to sleep
To rest my creativity
To ejac-u-late.

Hair

Hair.
Hair flowing in the wind.
Wind.
Wind flowing in your hair.
Skin.
Your skin so pale.
Your skin so frail.
Frail.
Your bones so weak.
Your body so thin.
Thin.
Thin is think,
without the K.
The thought,
of you,
Is one to make me feel
moderately pleased.

Touch me now
The moon is full
Touch me in the darkness.

Leave your sister,
alone.

Sonnet #WS

Shuffle shuffle shuffle is
a penguin's life.

I be choosing prawns.
You don't be wanting to cook 'em though,
for then they'd go pink, the colour of a
Lady's dress

The bane of Genius

The bane of Genius
Is incontinence.

i'Oranges

Could I be dreaming?
Could it be real?
Have I just caught?
Your mother?

An ode

Dearest Mark
Your name so sexual
Your name so sexual

I really do love you
Your humour makes me weep
Tears of joy
Tears of joy

And other liquids
Also of joy.

All you Leningrad people

You think you are
so great and gay
so wonderfully happy
so wonderfully,
gay

However,
You are
To a certain degree
Full of utter, utter
...
incorrectness

Stalingrad is superior
superior to thee

though communism in general
is the wishes of the we.

Trotskygrad,
though not in existence
will soon be
though not before
Rasputin
Declares his return
to
Vic-tor-ee