PASabreFan Posted June 3, 2015 Report Share Posted June 3, 2015 Anybody write poetry? I've become inspired recently after hearing former poet laureate Billy Collins read some of his stuff on "Wait Wait... Don't Tell Me!" (I listen to NPR, but I'm not smart.) His work is so accessible and funny, you don't feel like it's even poetry. So I wrote a few. They're throwaways, really, certainly nothing that I would put up against a serious poet's work. Anyone want to share? I sure as hell am not going first. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Claude_Verret Posted June 3, 2015 Report Share Posted June 3, 2015 I post in the haiku threads that pop up, that's it. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MattPie Posted June 3, 2015 Report Share Posted June 3, 2015 (edited) There once was a lady from Nantucket... EDIT: Now that I think about it, this thread should only allow replies that include poems. Ideally, all replies would be in poems. In poems, all replies Filter through my digital window on the world. Bring joy, frustration, and comtemplation to a dreary, rainy day. Some of the people in the machine are closer than my family. Maybe there's a sadness in that. Maybe I should log out. Edited June 3, 2015 by MattPie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
I am Defecting Posted June 4, 2015 Report Share Posted June 4, 2015 I had a dream while on probation. All of SabreSpace was there. We filled a hall at the Arena, smoking joints, and drinking beer. A little smurf said, Let's go in, I must remind you how to cheer, Thus we ate brownies, and got refills, then proceeded to our chairs. In the Arena, in the center, where the spotlight shines so brightly, Holy Mecca, where we've watched the Sabres grip their sticks so tightly, That lovely logo that we cherish, was covered by a cage! And in it, three men. By now I think you know their names: Owner (clapping) GM (cheering) Coach (standing o) So this is why we're here? - But it was just a dream, And you wouldn't believe what dream-state owner tastes like! Ruff (gone) Regier (gone) Pegula (roasting) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PASabreFan Posted June 4, 2015 Author Report Share Posted June 4, 2015 PA adjust his beret — and his package. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
I am Defecting Posted June 4, 2015 Report Share Posted June 4, 2015 I'd try to intimidate you with some of my extempore stuff, but I recently broke my right arm, which shut down my left brain. I'm handicapped, friend, The only thing that keeps me interested in living is reading poetry. :( You and I know that that last poem was 3 years old, and I can't republish BJW in the current literary climate. I'm your fluffer. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eleven Posted June 4, 2015 Report Share Posted June 4, 2015 I'm a poet. I don't even know it. But my dick does show it. It's a Longfellow. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PASabreFan Posted June 4, 2015 Author Report Share Posted June 4, 2015 This is why we can't have anything nice around here. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WildCard Posted June 4, 2015 Report Share Posted June 4, 2015 I used to write a ton, and a fair amount of poetry. Nothing astounding or maybe even good, but there was one piece I was proud of that got good reviews. Maybe I'll get drunk some night and find the balls to post it, but not tonight. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
biodork Posted June 4, 2015 Report Share Posted June 4, 2015 Anybody write poetry? I've become inspired recently after hearing former poet laureate Billy Collins read some of his stuff on "Wait Wait... Don't Tell Me!" (I listen to NPR, but I'm not smart.) His work is so accessible and funny, you don't feel like it's even poetry. So I wrote a few. They're throwaways, really, certainly nothing that I would put up against a serious poet's work. Anyone want to share? I sure as hell am not going first. This is why we can't have anything nice around here. Well now that Eleven, er... showed you his.... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
I am Defecting Posted June 4, 2015 Report Share Posted June 4, 2015 Alas, forlorn, on a path headed nowhere, I look behind at memoriies I look ahead at nothing. Remorse rains down. She looks at me. I'm happy. Who is she? Nothing. Imaginary poetry. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Randall Flagg Posted June 4, 2015 Report Share Posted June 4, 2015 Yuri is what I strive to be someday Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
K-9 Posted June 4, 2015 Report Share Posted June 4, 2015 I'm a poet. I don't even know it. But my dick does show it. It's a Longfellow. And all this time I thought it was an homage to Perreault. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
I am Defecting Posted June 4, 2015 Report Share Posted June 4, 2015 Yuri is what I strive to be someday Someday. Yuri now? Work in progress. Sabrespace has been a big part of my feeling comfortable. Going forward, I'll do my best to keep it up. We need to apply ourselves in someway. I feel talented, but I'm not hooked up at all towards a writing profession. I totally enjoy writing pro bono. This is good practice, doing what we enjoy. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LastPommerFan Posted June 4, 2015 Report Share Posted June 4, 2015 And all this time I thought it was an homage to Perreault. excellent. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Taro T Posted June 4, 2015 Report Share Posted June 4, 2015 What have we here, laddie? Mysterious scribblings, a secret code? No. Poeems, no less, poeeeemmms, everybody. The laddie reckons himself a poet. Money, get back, I'm alright Jack, keep your hands off my stack. New car, caviar, 4 star daydream, think I'll buy me a football team. Absolute rubbish, laddie. Whack. Get on with your work. :p Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
qwksndmonster Posted June 4, 2015 Report Share Posted June 4, 2015 (edited) The light of day sometimes strips away my fear I'm here and I'm the same as I always was, but different The old fuss burned into a new stint Another way I can say I'm fine and never know if I'm walking the line or on either side Edited June 4, 2015 by qwksndmonster Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PASabreFan Posted June 4, 2015 Author Report Share Posted June 4, 2015 excellent. It took me a minute to get fully up to speed on that one. Indeed, excellent. The light of day sometimes strips away my fear I'm here and I'm the same as I always was, but different The old fuss burned into a new stint Another way I can say I'm fine and never know if I'm walking the line or on either side Cool. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ddaryl Posted June 4, 2015 Report Share Posted June 4, 2015 (edited) Anyone want to share? I sure as hell am not going first. I have written about 2 dozen poems and about a dozen songs. I started playing piano a few years ago so I pen stuff when I get the muse This is a poem I wrote about 15years ago. Its my best one IMO DARK CORNERS Sitting in the corner sipping strong black coffee I watch you frolic with a malevolent awe Youthful exhilaration spins you frivolously Giddy laughter betrays your feeble innocence Joy comes easy amid callow years I am the Prince of Pleasure Patience is my strategy Planting flowers down diablerie paths Inviting you Feeding your hunger for happiness Shielding you from life’s stinging rein I'm always there never manifesting far In the darkest corners waiting preying for pain to pierce for hope to languish Daryl Pienta I had a dream while on probation. All of SabreSpace was there. We filled a hall at the Arena, smoking joints, and drinking beer. A little smurf said, Let's go in, I must remind you how to cheer, Thus we ate brownies, and got refills, then proceeded to our chairs. In the Arena, in the center, where the spotlight shines so brightly, Holy Mecca, where we've watched the Sabres grip their sticks so tightly, That lovely logo that we cherish, was covered by a cage! And in it, three men. By now I think you know their names: Owner (clapping) GM (cheering) Coach (standing o) So this is why we're here? - But it was just a dream, And you wouldn't believe what dream-state owner tastes like! Ruff (gone) Regier (gone) Pegula (roasting) not to shabby. I assume it was an on the spot creation Edited June 4, 2015 by ddaryl Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sabills Posted June 4, 2015 Report Share Posted June 4, 2015 (edited) Wrote this one a while ago; I came up with the first few lines and the rest sort of flowed out. I like the sentiment at the end, but it gets a little weak. I change it a bit every once in a while, but I like it over all. In the dying firelight, As you stare thoughtless into the night, I watch the flames dance on your cheeks, And the wind toss you hair. None come for us for days nor weeks, We've walked the valleys and kissed the peaks, So many miles have drifted passed, We soldier on at dawn. Over your eyes, a sheet of glass, And jaded too turn mine, at last, Why go on when we can stop, And rest our legs for once. But its not the journey, not the walk, Not the end of which we talk. In that end what will be will be, I am simply with you, and you simply with me, And that is all we need. Edited June 4, 2015 by sabills Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PASabreFan Posted June 4, 2015 Author Report Share Posted June 4, 2015 Good stuff, all. I admire everyone for posting. It definitely opens you up in a way that some stupid hockey comment doesn't. "Shiloh" I was up all night Drinking coffee, eating pie Eating pie, drinking coffee Tearing at napkins Pressing on that lifted seam of wallpaper Doodling What's your angle, Bob? What. Is. Your. Angle. Bob. Finally At the crack of Dawn Eureka! I got it! I have some bad news for you He's a Civil War re-enactor Of course he is And if he has his way Three weekends a month You'll be his Mary Todd Lincoln They're held down south In the summertime And the dress Bob has in mind for you, Mary, Is 100 percent wool Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SwampD Posted August 12, 2015 Report Share Posted August 12, 2015 cricketsno wordscan't sleepdad, come get mespecial treatjust want to hear the cricketsgive me your handi'll lead you to the windowhear them?cricketsoh, the joywait, we're going outside?oh, the joytapping my thumb and middle fingersee, i knowcricketspick me upi need to be closer to the cricketsand you Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
darksabre Posted August 12, 2015 Report Share Posted August 12, 2015 Maritime twilightStupid sexy JulianI am the liquor Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
josie Posted August 12, 2015 Report Share Posted August 12, 2015 Maritime twilight Stupid sexy Julian I am the liquor This man that loves me Kind, patient, Trailer Park fan Poop: always funny. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
darksabre Posted August 12, 2015 Report Share Posted August 12, 2015 This man that loves me Kind, patient, Trailer Park fan Poop: always funny. :lol: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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