Poetry in the SS&P

[eye exaggerate]

...let us post


MAN AND WOMAN BY VICTOR HUGO

Man is the most elevated of creatures,
Woman the most sublime of ideals.
God made for man a throne; for woman an altar.
The throne exalts, the altar sanctifies.
Man is the brain,
Woman, the heart.
The brain creates light, the heart, love.
Light engenders, love resurrects.
Because of reason, Man is strong,
Because of tears, Woman is invincible.
Reason is convincing, tears, moving.
Man is capable of all heroism,
Woman of all martyrdom.
Heroism ennobles, martyrdom sublimates.
Man has supremacy,
Woman, preference.
Supremacy is strength, preference is the right.
Man is a genius,
Woman, an angel.
Genius is immeasurable, the angel indefinable. The aspiration of man is supreme glory. The aspiration of woman is extreme virtue.
Glory creates all that is great; virtue, all that is divine.
Man is a code,
Woman a gospel.
A code corrects; the gospel perfects.
Man thinks,
Woman dreams.
To think is to have a worm in the brain, to dream is to have a halo on the brow.
Man is an ocean,
Woman a lake.
The ocean has the adorning pearl, the lake, dazzling poetry.
Man is the flying eagle,
Woman, the singing nightingale.
To fly is to conquer space. To sing is to conquer the soul.
Man is a temple,
Woman a shrine.
Before the temple we discover ourselves, before the shrine we kneel.
In short, man is found where earth finishes,
Woman where heaven begins.
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[tyler.durden]

Good thread idea, Eye. I've been so busy and working so hard lately. Every time I sit down for a distraction, and remember this Frost poem and it helps to get me moving again:

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of the easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep...

 

[dashcues]

Don't know if it counts as a poem,but love me some Shakespeare.

This day is called the Feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day and comes safe home
Will stand a-tiptoe when this day is named
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall see this day and live t' old age
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours
And say, "Tomorrow is Saint Crispian."
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars
And say, "These wounds I had on Crispin's day."
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words —
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester —
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.
This story shall the good man teach his son,
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered,
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.
For he today that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition.
And gentlemen in England now abed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispins Day.
Henry V

 

[Hepheastus420]

There once was a man from peru,
who dreamed he was eating his shoe.
He woke with a fright
in the middle of the night,
to find that his dream
had come true.

 

[eye exaggerate]

There once was a man from peru,
who dreamed he was eating his shoe.
He woke with a fright
in the middle of the night,
to find that his dream
had come true.

...when I was younger, I had those 'it's okay, you're in the bathroom' dreams

 

[cannabineer]

...when I was younger, I had those 'it's okay, you're in the bathroom' dreams

Gawd, I HATED those. cn

If you're into the whole brevity thing, El Ocularino:

[SIZE=+1]76.[/SIZE] [SIZE=+2]Fog[/SIZE]

T[SIZE=-1]HE[/SIZE] fog comes	[SIZE=-2] [/SIZE]
on little cat feet.	[SIZE=-2] [/SIZE]
It sits looking	[SIZE=-2] [/SIZE]
over harbor and city	[SIZE=-2] [/SIZE]
on silent haunches	[SIZE=-2] 5[/SIZE]
and then moves on.	[SIZE=-2][/SIZE]

 

[Hepheastus420]

...when I was younger, I had those 'it's okay, you're in the bathroom' dreams

You mean the bad wet dreams?

 

[eye exaggerate]

Gawd, I HATED those. cn

If you're into the whole brevity thing, El Ocularino:

[SIZE=+1]76.[/SIZE] [SIZE=+2]Fog[/SIZE]

T[SIZE=-1]HE[/SIZE] fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches	[SIZE=-2] 5[/SIZE]
and then moves on.

...very nice, neer (El Ocularino - lol)

 

[eye exaggerate]

You mean the bad wet dreams?

...yep, like "that's the toilet right there - go ahead"

 

[firelane]

This is a great poem
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GVfE_-ZJAxc

The Sequel is good too.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nI1iA4RoP1k

 

[eye exaggerate]

This is a great poem
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GVfE_-ZJAxc

The Sequel is good too.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nI1iA4RoP1k

...this is awesome

 

[eye exaggerate]

...just found this stuff. I like it













http://www.stillnessspeaks.com/ssblog/shams-tabrizi-the-sun-and-the-moon/

 

[Zaehet Strife]

How fortunate I am to be atheist indeed,

I don't have to pray to any god with heed,

Nor do I follow a religion with irrationality,

Living secularly, I enjoy the world in true reality,

Without religion I am not morally corrupt,

My freethinking and logic do not disrupt,

My fellow infidels may agree with my psychology,

That the ultimate oppressor of freedom is theology.

 

[april]

Hope , love, faith and fear
They all amount to who is near
Brother and sister flesh and blood
When they seperate their tears cause a flood
Once a day I smoke a joint, there is no reason but only a point
I'll find my dealer let's call him stash, and buy some pot some oil some hash...
The switch was made, the deal is done
Now it's time lets have some fun..
I'll roll or slick or brew my dope
Don't judge me i'm full of hope!
I started when I was 10 or twelve
Fuck I could barely even reach that shelf
That's where we keept alot of things..
Since then i've always wanted wings
Wings will never grow on me
Have I lost my hope and sanity?
My eyes are closing, the world is gone
Pease tell me how I went wrong ?


That one earned me an award in grade 9

 

[Hepheastus420]

Hope , love, faith and fear
They all amount to who is near
Brother and sister flesh and blood
When they seperate their tears cause a flood
Once a day I smoke a joint, there is no reason but only a point
I'll find my dealer let's call him stash, and buy some pot some oil some hash...
The switch was made, the deal is done
Now it's time lets have some fun..
I'll roll or slick or brew my dope
Don't judge me i'm full of hope!
I started when I was 10 or twelve
Fuck I could barely even reach that shelf
That's where we keept alot of things..
Since then i've always wanted wings
Wings will never grow on me
Have I lost my hope and sanity?
My eyes are closing, the world is gone
Pease tell me how I went wrong ?


That one earned me an award in grade 9

You started smoking when you were 10!? Damn girl, that's horrible.

 

[cannabineer]

Here's one I composed in the very depths of opiate withdrawal. For some reason, stopping drugs makes me creative. cn

Starlight in a winter window
Brilliant guards of Heaven's back -
they sang! I saw. We traded stories.
Quickness of a young child's breath
frosted glass - and took the stars.

 

[Zaehet Strife]

^It was fun while it lasted Neer... although i can say i hated myself during those years, i miss them dearly.

 

[tyler.durden]

You started smoking when you were 10!? Damn girl, that's horrible.

Her teacher didn't seem to mind, she even won an award in the 9th grade for her drug poem

 

[tyler.durden]

Here's one I composed in the very depths of opiate withdrawal. For some reason, stopping drugs makes me creative. cn

Starlight in a winter window
Brilliant guards of Heaven's back -
they sang! I saw. We traded stories.
Quickness of a young child's breath
frosted glass - and took the stars.

Beautiful, Neer! All the more powerful because it is your composition. If you folks want to see more of Neer's brilliant imagery, hop over to my Haiku thread. Neer has written literally dozens of amazing gems there...

 

[tyler.durden]

I am nothing but a shell of the man I once was,
So you can put me to your ear and actually hear yesteryear's ocean.
I was in shape then,
A much better built body of water with infinite waves and fathomless depths
Where you could have gone deep sea fishing for compliments
And caught plentiful schools of reassuring comments.
Now all you get is the boot.
You fell for the bait and got hooked on what you thought I was,
Now we're both struggling to win this tug of war of the worlds
Where we breathe the same air, it's just done differently.
And I'm trying to figure out ways to have comfortably survived outside your element,
Compromising intelligence
I dabbled in watered down thoughts that filtered in from the main stream.
I'm offering mind altering ideas that make the most quiet natured brain scream
from exposure to the types of things that won't necessarily make you happier,
They'll just give you a greater range of emotions.
And I can feel myself getting lured into deeper oceans of Fantasyland
Where people think they're as safe as cartoons simply because they speak in bubbles.
A sanitized safe-haven where you could face Satan and have his faith straightened.
His new goal would be to dethrone Poseidon and have Neptune's place taken.
They'd swashbuckle with their pitchforks
While Lucifer shit talks and rips forts of coral reef
For relief they'd be like "bitch walk".
From this oversized aquarium that daddy kept cleanly to unhealthy degrees
Writing suicide notes with invisible ink on transparencies
And posting them to the glass boundaries that surround the seas of change.
Strangely enough, while bringing back the real (reel)
I could sense intense resistance so I had no other choice but to cut the line.
I'm not saying you're overly naive
I just think you should get into the habit of seeing when strings are attached.
Fortunate for you I'm compassionate enough to throw back what I catch
If it's underdeveloped and needs time to grow.
Though I'm remorseful of the pain I've caused you,
And I want to kiss your lips better.
I sympathize with the sorrow by stroking the scar
of my own traumatic experience with my excommunicated tongue.
See, I know exactly what you mean when you say it hurts too much to talk,
I've been there; I don't plan on returning cause
No matter how much distance I kept or how long I waited for my wounds to heal
They'd re-open with the slightest flashback
So I sued time for malpractice.
That bastard's a hack with a rusty scalpel and barbed-wire stitch thread
Instead of seeing things clearly, they're pitched red
And there's this glitch in my head that's got me thinking contradictions, it said:
"There are more fish in the sea
Whether you hear me not or you listen to me,
Whether you listen to me or hear me not."
There are more microorganisms in my teardrop
But fear not, I'd never sink so low as to make my ears pop.
And I imagine now you only want to swim with members of your own league
And you don't need me meddling, sending sonar signals
High pitched notes are symbols, my voice has grown far
But ripples are only caused when you cast stones
But you shouldn't throw rocks if you live in... fragile fairytales...