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 SIS_WolfhoundHumanitarian.
Hooked on Neo    total posts: 4074 since: Dec 2005 |
 Jan 14, 09 at 8:43pm |
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I had a poetry thread before, and looking over it now I actually can't believe I wrote any of that absolute drivel. Seriously what was I thinking?
Anyway I think after a couple of years more of Literary Education I believe I'm somewhat more well-equipped to write something that's actually worthy of attention. Commments and Critique would be greatly appreciated. Chatter in a Quad There is idle chatter in a decadent room Talk among Eton, Rugby and Harrow* Speaking in sentences made by Loom One would think they were the interviewer What is your name? Where else have you applied? Grammer or Private? That's a little sting. Oh a Conditional? or Denied? I like it here, it is more left-wing UEA receives some nose-diving looks A chortle from Harrow, a laugh from Eton Oh Surely, one should call it 'Cambridge Brooks' I shamefully laugh with Doctor's Son This place of learning, an open mind Of great artists, writers and scholars Should be the greatest zenith of all mankind Where all are accepted, invited in But I am not one of their special kin I am a failure, boring and late I'm not flashy, or brash or full of sin I'm church and book, worst of all I am State --------- *Well-known, exclusive and expensive Private Schools in Britain ------------------- Look at my work.  
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SIS_Wolfhound Humanitarian.
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Jan 15, 09 at 6:58pm |
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Enlightened One could live a life in meter and verse Up from your fathers car, up to the hearse To express the wonders of our earth in words And sing of trees and skies and breeze and birds The lines written now flow ever farther Could be elegant eloquence, rather They moan their life is not worth living Always taking from verse, never giving The aberrations know of no limits Simply they are their own brutal mimics Sure they will complain, of the above line Because like this it did not even rhyme To them, poems are not so much an art Instead a science for a bleeding heart Not to be enjoyed, but ridiculed Work written by those not properly schooled ------------------- Look at my work.
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SIS_Wolfhound Humanitarian.
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Jan 16, 09 at 5:56pm |
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When you cannot express yourself in Words - Use Poetry Stop my breathing and choke me now I can not live, not like this It isn't that I got dumped by that cow It's that most poetry reads like piss Take Benjamin Zephaniah Who doesn't say anything 'nu' His words don't take me anywhere higher I'd much rather catch Spanish Flu And then theres Gillian Clarke Who moans about having kids And them wanting to stay out after dark Oh, give me match sticks for my eyelids Oh, of course theres Kathleen Jamie Who always talks about the peaks And with outdated imagery Drills away, hours, days and weeks If you ever want some fun in verse Then read Bejtemen, Byron, Blake or Doughty Shelley, Whitman, Keats or Berse Just don't go past Nineteen Forty ------------------- Look at my work.
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WonderMailer tonyhawk.neo? SAY WHAT?
Two much Neo    total posts: 2469 since: Nov 2008 |
Jan 27, 09 at 6:14pm |
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I figured I'd post, because I know how bad it sucks when you don't have anyone reading your work. Right now, I'm busy, but in a bit, I'll totally read them and edit this post (or re-post) my comments.
 ------------------- RIP Jenny Barnett
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SIS_Wolfhound Humanitarian.
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Jan 27, 09 at 10:41pm |
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... Did ever we feel such contempt For our fellow man, As is written in those words dreamt By a poet's fan? What was the meaning, Behind Blake's fraternal day-dreaming? Now vers' a clinic The conversation of the cynic Why must it be the detached, miser, complaints? The grumblings at a system thatched with 'rules and restraints' No success at "radical" at all These amatuer quams Of something large, they are rather small A little like psalms ------------------- Look at my work.
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SIS_Wolfhound Humanitarian.
Hooked on Neo total posts: 4074 since: Dec 2005 |
Jan 28, 09 at 6:29pm |
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Edited and Vetted version of a an old poem: 'Political Spectrum Man' Born into Thatcherites and raised by Communists Picked from the many, by the few and put on party lists There isn't any man alive he's more charismatic than The broadly appealing, ever-perfect Political-Spectrum-Man! He's interested in the common man, he doesn't know exists And when he talks on Europe he's loved by nationalists Whenever he's campaigning, he journeys across the nation And obviously he opposes all the unpopular legislation He can deliver twice the services, for half the given cost But when it comes to running offices, he's completely lost Misappropriating money is a high art to him There is no fancy explanation that corruption is sin If the masses do protest, he'll raise taxes and not be crossed And when they're starving he'll offer advice from the second home he's tossed Once stood on a podium, an election he will win He fills all important criteria, he's tall dark handsome and thin Whilst in opposition, he talks about brotherly love When he gets into power it will be 'when push comes to shove' He says his philosophy is original, that's because it changes daily And most it can be unearthed by reading Benjamin Disraeli He can't decide between the Rose, Torch, Tree, Fist or Dove He isn't left. He isn't Right. He's something that's above A man of the people, a populist, who will save them from their ailings Eventually he too will become a victim of their wailings He sits up in his mansion, far detached from the world Sat upon an arm chair, like a cat, up he's curled So detached he can't tell his kitchen rolls from his toilet papers And laughing at being at called a toff, chewing on his caviar and capers But woe if he could listen to the criticisms people hurl He's busy writing a letter, to his friend the local Earl Before thinking about working on his orange tan The broadly appealling, ever perfect Political-Spectrum-Man! ------------------- Look at my work.
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WonderMailer tonyhawk.neo? SAY WHAT?
Two much Neo total posts: 2469 since: Nov 2008 |
Jan 29, 09 at 9:30pm |
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Still good poems man, I like them.
------------------- RIP Jenny Barnett
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SIS_Wolfhound Humanitarian.
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May 04, 09 at 11:38am |
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New art does not like That twisted tale Nail, thorn and spike People can fail It is not so easy As simply to love To write a letter Or send them a dove To fight for the one Who gives you such joy As if divinely chosen To stop them being coy The answer is blind But be told it must It may be unkind But misery is just It is simply human To sometimes feel alone And not always is a woman How you should atone And even if it is Then she is not always there Not always a pretty miss Waiting, cold and fair ------------------- Look at my work.
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SIS_Wolfhound Humanitarian.
Hooked on Neo total posts: 4074 since: Dec 2005 |
Jun 20, 09 at 3:53pm |
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What divine mission makes birds soar? Or pushes man to make engines roar? Is this meaning real or not? And matchéd to what we've got? Is this feeling genuine? The purpose real? Or is there nothing beneath the glass I peel? I can't see through, so badly it's been stained. Tis impossible to tell what's true, and what's feigned, But you must be much more than pretty stained glass, Within, lies all the eloquence of Roman Mass All the beauty of an intelligent design; There must be truth, behind the wine. ------------------- Look at my work.
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ilovenintendo ♥ Dying Is Another Part of Life ♥
true seeker      total posts: 1249 since: Jun 2009 |
 Jun 29, 09 at 8:13pm |
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Wow.
 You are VERY good! Is there more?~Lucy ------------------- | |
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SIS_Wolfhound Humanitarian.
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Jul 06, 09 at 12:54am |
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Thank you for your kind words Lucy.
The wind blows counter to my plan If only I was the better man The wind could be overcome The words can't penetrate the ring The rebuff, the wind - piercing Clearly I'm not good enough The feeling, is never my fault Those words echo like an assault And I have played no defence ------------------- Look at my work.
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ilovenintendo ♥ Dying Is Another Part of Life ♥
true seeker total posts: 1249 since: Jun 2009 |
Aug 05, 09 at 4:11am |
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I haven't checked here for what seems like eons!! I like this last poem. It (the first stanza) reminds me of one of my favorite songs: Stand by Rascal Flatts. You should get these published!!
I simply can't believe I just realized you're British. My parents are immigrants from Whitehaven! All though I do not know much of Britain because I was born in America, I still have that background accent from my parents!! Please continue your poems!! EDIT: P.S.~ I read a few poems from your other thread, and REALLY enjoyed The Green Uniform. Lovely.  I really did like it though. It was... intense and deep. I really got the feel of World War II through it.~Lucy This message was edited by ilovenintendo on Aug 04 2009. ------------------- | |
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