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Cyun

Cyun

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Excellent, Aeriae. It's refreshing to see your poetry again. You've inspired me to create my own found poem:


'Common People' by Pulp vs. 'Lady Chatterley's Lover' - D.H. Lawrence


I caught her eye
Whilst all her womb was open
and soft,
and softly clamouring,
like a sea anemone under the tide,
I don't know why
She said “I want to live like common people”
She told me that her Dad was loaded,
I said “in that case I'll have a rum and coca-cola”
*** and a cocktail: they both lasted about as long,
had the same effect,
and amounted to the same thing.
It was the yearning adoration, she knew,
“I want to sleep with common people, like you,”
If you could only tell them that
living
and
spending
isn't the same thing.
Labour-insects:
dance and drink and screw
Because there's nothing else to do
You'll never watch your life slide out of view
But she didn't understand,
she just smiled and held my hand
and
said
“I want to sleep with common people, like you.”

12-Sep-2013 20:46:35 - Last edited on 12-Sep-2013 20:51:07 by Cyun

Poller5
Dec Member 2023

Poller5

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And here's Poller, crashing the party with a poem in markedly old-fashioned heroic couplets:

The elder days of man are silvern shown
But Helios' twilight is golden known.
Serene, august, no splendour lost to age
Aflame his chryson eye, yet not with rage.
The empty heads of clouds alabaster
Of azure the skies he crowns the master
All gilded o'er by shining aurous light.
But to the hills, beneath their utmost height
To all the plains and dimly murm'ring waves
These newly crownèd kings deny as knaves
The fires of heaven and Phoebus' sight,
And downwards drop the shroud of early night.
The Gods alone and flighty sylphs of air
On days thus dimmed may know the glory fair
Of sunset shining o'er the endless sky
Which man may dreaming see, but ne'er espy.

***

It was originally inspired rather literally by seeing the shadows of clouds on the hills across the harbour, but became in the end something more like a metaphor for man's mortality. Ahh, the wonders of writing.

16-Sep-2013 14:00:16 - Last edited on 25-Sep-2013 00:36:20 by Poller5

Aeraie

Aeraie

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Don't think about this for too long

Do you ever wonder if
You died at some point and did*’t realize it?
Because that question crosses my mind every
single day, leaving me wondering if
maybe I sped too fast through that red light and was
t-boned, maybe I did*’t look both ways before I crossed
the street, maybe that brown recluse bite really was the end
of me. Whatever it was, my soul can’t accept it, and
the afterlife is a steadfast denial of my own death,
and I have continued to believe this illustrious lie
Like a movie theater projectionist switching reels
I continued on without ever realizing what happened.
Now I’m stuck in this limbo and I can’t prove it, but there are
clues as to support my theory, like the fact that
I haven’t gained any weight even though I
Don’t play sports anymore but eat like I still do,
My contact prescription stopped worsening,
and I still have the same white fleck on my ring
finger. Shouldn’t that have grown out?
It’s as though everything stopped two years ago
and I have yet to accept the unvarnished truth.
Now my ambitions have changed and I have but
two goals now, to ignore the quiet screaming that
saturates my brain, and to continue to
Convince myself that I’m still alive.

18-Sep-2013 00:43:38

Chosen Worf

Chosen Worf

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Some whales, some sharks
Overall abundance of life
Vast stretches of emptiness
Or only seeming so
Sediment settling
Plankton pulsing
The lifeblood of a being
The human mind


I really feel like I should've put more thought into that

21-Sep-2013 06:56:58

Poller5
Dec Member 2023

Poller5

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Cheers, Snow. Oddly enough, in our age, the only way my mind can come to poetry is through a strict meter and with a grand theme; free verse and and mundane subjects just can't spark any kind of fire in me.

On that note, on re-reading the poem, the last line was (embarrassingly enough) metrically defective, so I've gone back and fixed that, as well as made a few other minor changes to improve the way it reads.

25-Sep-2013 00:39:18

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