Poetry / Poems

Suddenly I turned around and she was standing there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns
"Come in" she said
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

Now there's a wall between us something there's been lost
I took too much for granted got my signals crossed
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn
"Come in" she said
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".



Excerpts from Dylan song-;)
 
Glances


To lite a fire in some ones heart only takes
a moments glance.
To keep it burning for the years to come takes

two souls a lot of love and a roller coaster ride of up's and downs called life.​


by spodder April 2010
 
Flowers

Did i give you
my heart my soul my faith my everything
did you not see i was all for you
but you turned and told me to go away
little did you know how much the hurt it caused me so
all the goodness turned onto itself
with bitterness and sadness only left

the hours and hours of thinking of you
as sorry wouldn't do
not even the flowers

by spodder may 27th 2010
 
The kiss

Wow it was
little did you know
but that kiss
was oh so much
it made me bite my bottom lip
my every thought of you
takes me back to that kiss

little did you know
it meant so much
to hold you in my arms
and kiss you

I'll always remember that kiss​

spodder 27th may 2010
 
the soul inside

Do i try hide inside
the feelings of a love died

not to care or even be there
just to see from a far
but the soul inside lies
beneath me at the floor

by spodder 27th may 2010 I 'll work on this one a little more??? thanks for reading
 
Summer 1969 (Seamus Heaney)

When the Constabulary covered the mob

Firing into the Falls, I was suffering

Only the bullying sun of Madrid.

Each afternoon, in the casserole heat

Of the flat, as I sweated my way through

The life of Joyce, stinks from the fishmarket

Rose like the reek off a flax-dam.

At night on the balcony, gules of wine,

A sense of children in their dark corners,

Old women in black shawls near open windows,

The air a canyon rivering in Spanish.

We talked our way home over starlight plains

Where patent leather of the Guardia Civil

Gleamed like fish-bellies in flax-poisoned waters.

"Go back", one said, try to touch the people."

Another conjured Lorca from his hill.

We sat through death counts and bullfight reports

On the television, celebrities

Arrived from where the real thing still happened.



I retreated to the cool of the Prado.

Goya's "Shootings of the Third of May"

Covered a wall- the thrown-up arms

And spasm of the rebel, the helmeted

And knapsacked military, the efficient

Rake of the fusillade. In the next room

His nightmares, grafted to the palace wall-

Dark cyclones, hosting breaking; Saturn

Jewelled in the blood of his own children,

Gigantic Chaos turning his brute hips

Over the world. Also, that holmgang

Where two berserks club each other to death

For honour's sake, greaved in a bog, sinking.

He painted with his fists and elbows, flourished

The stained cape of his heart as history charged.
 
Wow nervous

So I haven't shared my poetry with anyone but Karma in a looooong time, but I just started writing again and decided to throw it out there. The end doesn't quite flow right but it'll get there.

Midknight Comes to Call

Midnight comes to call
With the shrill scream of the raven
The talons of the fog
Wrap around the maiden
She walks alone under the sky
With no one to protect her
She walks alone under the moon
With no one to forget her
He’ll ride in eventually
A warrior upon his steed
And she’ll go running to his arms
No wish to hide her need
He’s been gone so long this time
She almost walked away
Something deep inside her
Told her soul to stay
A warriors path is full of trials
Sometimes his soul gets lost
It’s the beat of his maidens heart
That brings him back at any cost
His scent, it travels in the breeze
His return has began
It is almost reckoning time
For Midknight and his Mohegan
 
I wrote this one the other night after a party one I got bombarded by people assuming they knew all there was to know about our life. I really got sick of being the center of everyones conversation and it only seems to happen when the three of us go out together. What gets me the most is the pitty. Why do I need you to feel sorry for me? I'm able to let my husband be himself and he does the same for me. Seems to me we're a lot better off than most.

Need you to Stay

I’m no longer concerned
With what is wrong or right
I only care to find
What will let me sleep at night
I am not a clown
Here to entertain you
I am not an actress
Playing lies as they do
This is me, all there is
Sorry if you don’t like it
I lack the ability
To give a shit
No longer have the time
To live by your rules
I’ve found what makes me happy
And it is mine to lose
I’ll smile if I want to
And cry if I feel the need
Your opinion no longer hurts
I won’t let my heart bleed
We’re all entitled
To our own thoughts
But not to dictate
What I should not
Don’t change who you are
Simply for me
Say what you need to
But don’t expect me to agree
Life is what you make it
And I’ll make my own way
If that’s beyond your limits
I don’t need you to stay
 
And what shall we sing of love?
Shall we sing its praises from above?
Shall we champion that old cause of pain
One more time? What do we gain?
When that greatest woman walks toward us
We lose breath but so much it afford us
We cry tears in our heart from the aching
From the want - there inside we are breaking
But she picks up our hand from the table
And she presses it there. We are able
To see where she has it at breast
And we slowly lift eyes to the best
Tender curve of her smile
And we've crossed a last line after miles.
So she lays herself down in my lap
And she brushes my beard, then a tap
On my nose to be kissed
And the old pain is no longer missed.
 
Love your rap lyrics. I can really hear the beat in your lyrics just by reading them.

nim

Song lyrics that I wrote a while ago:

One criminal pays the bail
While another stays in jail
To be rich is to have the law waived
To be poor is to be enslaved
Bound by money -- None of us is free

What world is this we live in
Where wealth and happiness are synonymous
Where being famous beats being anonymous
Where robbery alongside rape is a sin
Bound by money -- None of us is free

Century after century
The same old philosophy

Every government disintegrates to oligarchy
The masses are controlled by a rich minority
Bound by money -- None of us is free
 
Song lyrics I wrote, also works as a stream of consciousness poem

Lovestream
by My Rap Name is Alex

I like sand castle palaces, flaming chalices, birds, bees, butterflies, trees, music, families, tribes, lovers, listeners, vibes, action, relaxation, rejuvination, sensations, patience, love communications, sun rays, moon beams, the abundance of green, the beauty the light brings, the beauty the night brings, s'just a couple of my favorite things, oh.  And the sound of the scratch of the guitar strings

I like smiles on baby faces, fun new places, rejecting rat races, cats (in most cases), embraces: filled with sincerity, clarity, certain connotations of charity sudden opportunity: helpin a stranger, courage in the face of danger, an outlet for your anger. Like grabbin a mic; like doin it right. I like birdsong at first light and love at first sight, your sexy summer walk, fall days with street chalk, warmin up winter with passion & pillow talk, kissin your cold nose, peelin off wet clothes, anything I'm doin with you I suppose, a rip roaring fire it grows from an ember, see, your smile's eternally etched in my memory

I like love, trust, truth, lust, lickin lips lined with nerve endings, ending pretending, startin time spending, sending telepathic care, learning to share, showing up, being there, YEAH!, clean air, raging waters, sons, daughters, failing, trying harder, havin a good attitude, at any lattitude, My Rap Name is Alex, Peace, Love, Gratitude!

:)

Here's a link to me performing it live if anyone's interested
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x3T71o8WGUE

Hi,

loved your rap poem, its rhythm and rhyme are so good that you can read it off right the first time!, not to mention all the beautiful imagery
Hope your musical career takes off really well!
I seem to come across so many talented artists and I often wonder why they are not the stars that some other people have become with (what seems to me) not as much originality and talent!
 
Sat. 10/12/25 13:24 EST
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A girl called Polly Amory
is wont to call me "Mon Amie"
(a mondagreen of "mono me"
which rings of "exclusivity").

For my beloved portmanteau
anathema is this concept, though.
Her love she freely doth bestow
on whomsoever's apropos.

These paramours, confessedly,
arouse my passionate jealousy
if not exquisite anomie
At Polly's firm non-monandry.

But she can fathom not my woe
and tells me that I must outgrow
archaic normative plateaus
if higher up we are to go.

I must admit, to some degree
her point is, philosophically,
well taken, but no guarantee
of bonhomie (least, not for me).

What do we hide, what do we show?
What do we keep, and what, forego?
To one, what does the other owe?
Of this I'm sure: I love her so.
 
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Oh thank you for connecting with me! I got a new computer and didn't transfer all my passwords. Could not remember my user name for Polyamory to SAVE MY LIFE. So glad to have access again!:)
 
The leaves of fascinations past list with late winters sigh

Giving chase down unmarked paths to rivers and streams

Conceded

Fickle

Taken

Drawn

Scantily clad fingers bristle at their synapses

Droning their disclosure in grumbling tones

Swaying

Hungry

Waiting

Constraint

Arms outstretched toward indifferent skies

Bearing the discontent of swift waning muse

Awaiting the inspiration of a slow seasons change




Phoenix.
 
silence, for dave

Silence

The Song of Hiawatha it goes on and on and on
But such is not my brother, he’s a man of some few words
Mistaken by most people, has surprising ways about him
And a feeling for the woods and lonely places far from this
We walk along the sidewalks and we mutter at the traffic
But that is not the path that David’s feet they always chose

A man may fish for sport or food when he has got a minute
But David took it all a step much farther than you think
He studied fish to take care of the ponds he likes to float
And parented their lives to make him happy in their growth
He lands our red canoe and smiles a smile across the water
then glances down at hands that make a solitary thing

But bright and concrete success. He can look at it and say
This I did, and there is no one who can say that I did not
And he winds his way on up the woodsy hill lost in the trees
A quiet place of silence most would give their eyeteeth for
He finds his path along at last to her who waits for him
And sits and finds his rest among the dances of their talk

And the tom-tom in his chest it beats a slow and stated beat
For the shores of Gitchie-gumie by the shining big sea water
With a friend who knows the outdoors and the fish that jump alone
And the deer that peer through antlers made of brush and sycamore
And the ghost of an old dog that used to jump in with a splash
In a young and happy day when we were fresh and spry of limb

But I sing Oh! for those old days with Lucy still alive and Sam
And campfires when we gathered and cooked Smokies to a crisp
And who knows? Perhaps some day we’ll meet again there by the fire
And let the talk fall silent by the wind
And be happy at the farm where we
Have left part of our hearts in his safe-keeping.
 
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