Poems Of Any Length

[Tarantism]

i decided to take a shot a a Tolkien style poem...and this is what i got...

 

i came across the misty mountains

to came into the dwarrowdelf

and there i saw within the pool

golden phials glittering

with the light of sun and moon

-

i went then towards imladris

for my soul did tire

and in the bright halls i took my rest

and listened to the songs of ancient ones

and with heavy heart i moved on

-

further then to bree i went

and towards the sparkling sea

where at the sight of its silver i stopped

and drank in the fresh air

at the silver gates that stood there

-

i came across the misty mountains

and then back towards my home

for now i walk on weary feet

and my tired soul longs for home.

[Tarantism]

here is a tolkien poem for comparison. its my favorite by him. enjoy!

 

Roads Go Ever On

 

Roads go ever ever on,

Over rock and under tree,

By caves where never sun has shone,

By streams that never find the sea;

Over snow by winter sown,

And through the merry flowers of June,

Over grass and over stone,

And under mountains in the moon.

 

Roads go ever ever on,

Under cloud and under star.

Yet feet that wandering have gone

Turn at last to home afar.

Eyes that fire and sword have seen,

And horror in the halls of stone

Look at last on meadows green,

And trees and hills they long have known.

 

The Road goes ever on and on

Down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone,

And I must follow, if I can,

Pursuing it with eager feet,

Until it joins some larger way,

Where many paths and errands meet.

 

The Road goes ever on and on

Down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone,

And I must follow, if I can,

Pursuing it with weary feet,

Until it joins some larger way,

Where many paths and errands meet.

And whither then? I cannot say.

 

The Road goes ever on and on

Out from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone.

Let others follow, if they can!

Let them a journety new begin.

But I at last with weary feet

Will turn towards the lighted inn,

My evening-rest and sleep to meet.

 

Still 'round the corner there may wait

A new road or secret gate;

And though I oft have passed them by,

A day will come at last when I

Shall take the hidden paths that run

West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

 

JRR Tolkien

[Moontanman]

Butterfly surfers

 

Shy little butterflies, moving flecks of yellow green

Why do you play among the breaking waves? What could this mean?

Mostly you just taste the ground where the ocean meets the land

But when the wind and the waves are just right you do something grand

 

The first time I saw you flying just ahead of the waves

I thought the wind had caught you and the ocean would be your grave

But the wind was calm and the waves smooth and sleek

Dancing in the air just ahead of the waves, what is it that you seek?

 

Gathering in a small group just above a rolling wave

Riding down the cushion of air, could it be a thrill that you crave?

Fluttering down the curl of a forming tube that shoots out butterflies in a clap

Why would you take that risk, just in time escaping from the trap?

 

Could it be you seek the same thrill of the blond tan boys bobbing in the sea?

Could an insect play the same games as me?

Do they take a few minutes out of the hustle of their life, one summer long?

In his place would you take some time to play before your summer was gone?

 

Michael Hissom

(all rights reserved)

[Queso]

THE WOUNDED DEER

 

I've been drinking black mirror again

the closer we part

i needed to touch your lips

with the nail in my heart

the night that you caught me

my coffin did walk

i fell at your mercy

i fell in your grave

meccamputechture

that stands in my way

the younger i stay

an elderly child

the longer the mirror gives birth

to the death i file

 

if you consume me i will not let you go

if you walk right through me

my voice will taint your throat

blessed be

blessed be

the wrong i've done

 

someone is watching us

someone has found

fluorescent ligaments

on a black white tile

why do you call them

if your kingdom won't come

the younger i stay

forever i rot

 

if you consume me i will not let you go

if you walk right through me

my voice will taint your throat

blessed be

blessed be

the wrong i've done

 

because the flies my mouth spill

bare the children at play

:singer:

[Moontanman]

Seventeen

 

To be seventeen again was once my fondest wish

To know what I know now and be so young but not so foolish

To feel the fire in my veins and no fear in my chest

To ride my motorcycle like I was destined to the be the best

 

To be able to watch the young girls through eyes not filtered by guilt

Majorettes marching at a half time show and not feel I should not notice how they are built

To walk the halls of my old high school and know how important the classes

To know how going to college would have changed my life, my choices, forever

 

To have the nerve to ask the prettiest girl to the prom, knowing what to say at every turn.

To be serious when it was necessary and to have fun when I could and not try to act so stern

To savor every moment as if it were the last because as I know now each moment was

To know that cool was just being who you were and not doing what everyone else does

 

But now at fifty I look back and I would settle for reliving those days as ignorant as I was then

To live wild and free and be not be burdened by what was to be in the future when

Maybe just a touch of self confidence would be nice, less introverted, less afraid

I could ride my motorcycle and not worry about what was yet to be, or the life I had made

 

Yet, in my heart I can relive all the joys and sorrows of that time, even as they fade from my mind

All I have to do is think of the special things and it all becomes clear, the memories easy to find

At fifty on the outside in my heart I am still seventeen, still wanting to party with songs unsung

However, my outside marks me as old, not to be trusted, I was guilty of the same when I was young

 

Michael

[Loricybin]

voice of a mermaid.

 

the words of a mermaid.

 

this is the saint.

she will deliver us

from our own problems

by creating them.

 

the face of a mermaid.

 

she is she most sought,

but having not forgot,

we retain that we remain

what we must, as we must.

 

the waist-up mermaid.

 

my god,

by which i mean the infinite itself,

woman woven of pure dream.

oceans of wonder.

 

the legs of an angel.

 

[Michaelangelica]

When my love swears that she is made of truth

I do believe her, though I know she lies,

That she might think me some untutor'd youth,

Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.

Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,

Although she knows my days are past the best,

Simply I credit her false speaking tongue:

On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd.

But wherefore says she not she is unjust?

And wherefore say not I that I am old?

O, love's best habit is in seeming trust,

And age in love loves not to have years told:

Therefore I lie with her and she with me,

And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.

[Michaelangelica]

(Whatatop - Top pictures

(great web site to waste a few days at)

 

One of my favourite poems

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

 

 

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 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.

[DougF]

Drifting

by Kit McCallum

 

I sometimes find I'm drifting

Through this life without effect;

I often wonder if I'm truly

Worth what I've been blessed.

 

I search through days that have been hard,

To try to understand,

The many trials that I have known,

The life that I have had.

 

You see me in my daily grind,

So confident and strong;

Yet when I am alone, I question

Just where I belong.

 

I often try too hard I find,

To analyze and guess,

To scrutinize, investigate

My life I will confess.

 

For somewhere deeper, there must be

Some meaning to this life,

Some way to make a difference,

Give a reason for this strife.

 

Is there some hidden meaning?

Some agenda to be found?

A greater purpose waiting

If I care to hang around?

 

It teases and it taunts me,

Always slightly out of sight;

A hazy vision out of reach,

Where darkness hides the light.

 

I struggle to bring clarity

To what awaits me there,

And yet this weak illusion

Always fades before my stare.

 

It seems the harder that I try,

To focus through the haze,

Just serves to add more questions,

Through my endless, tired gaze.

 

Perhaps I'm trying just too hard,

To understand it all,

For can we ever truly know

Just what we have in store?

 

Each incident, each moment passed,

Just adds upon the next,

But in the end, will I find truth ...

Or will I be perplexed?

 

Perhaps I make it harder

Than it has to be sometimes,

But will my searching bring to me

My meaning over time?

 

Or will it leave me broken,

And confused as I feel now,

While questions bring no solitude,

To this, my wrinkled brow.

[Moontanman]

Scattered across the sky, points of light to the naked eye

Fiery orbs of red to blue, storms of violence unimagined to the mind

Magnetic flames caress companions held in gravity’s bond

Creating colors of heat-less flame in the sky

 

Curtains of light shimmer and race

Evidence of magnetic defense from the companion’s heart

Allowing a strange twist of entropy to multiply, exist and expand

Defiance! Of the law that binds time and space

 

Order and arrangement, chemical reactions grow more complex

In spite of the necessity to become simple and scattered

Things that move and should not exist,

Mostly their form is no more than specks

 

Completion spawns in entropy’s mirror

Cooperation magnifies the mirror’s effect

Forming masses of pulsating beings with no sense of time

Neoteny allows the young to steal from the old, that which is superior

 

Complexity drives the defiance of law

Soon awareness of surrounding space

Drives the increasing awareness of self and others

The more aware leads the less to their maw

 

While others escape to new spaces the aggressive can’t pursue

Other less mobile forms raise antennae to absorb

All the energy of the glowing light from the sky

Competition is fierce between the motile and those that look to the blue

 

Competition and cooperation step up the pace

What will grow, multiply, dominate, or die

Soon the liquid that dissolves the chemicals from others

No longer surrounds those that have moved to the surface

 

The surface is dry most of the time

Requires sex cells to become motile

When the rain comes, unknown and unseen, sex covers the wet earth

Sex cells swim up the trunks of trees allowing growth to dizzying heights

 

The ones that move will not be left behind in this assault on the land

Hatched in the water but able to walk and slither

Animals join the plants in conquest of the land

Eating not only the tall forms that feed on light but each other as well

 

Eons pass neoteny makes the grade again and again

Animals revert to their larval forms again to hasten change

Soon warm beings rule the cool dry land

First four legs then two strut out of the forest and across the land

 

On of these tall neotenic beings walks into the morning sun

His mate and child walk with him

Large brains, opposable thumbs, reach for the ground

Pulling up a flower yellow as the sun

The man holds the yellow sex organ of the plant and sees beauty

 

His mate smiles, they turn to continue on towards domination of the world

[Michaelangelica]

Moontanman

Your poem?

If so, you should write for a living.

[Moontanman]

Moontanman

Your poem?

If so, you should write for a living.

 

Yes it was my poem, all the poetry I have posted here is mine. thanks for the complement.

[Loricybin]

forgetting about the transitive stance sensitive tenses,

sub-transcendental pretending that sending these vibes of life and love

to the concept up above

will get you into your fairy taled cloud city,

these silly pretenses feel so shitty.

for real?..

i'm kneeling down praying to the universe that nobody's listening,

while i'm glistening, sweating pure catalysts,

does that exist?

yeah,

trying to spit my thoughts and flow

but i forgot you all know

how to spot a fake,

so i'll flake out and leave the room,

seal my tomb,

cuz i know i'm not a writer

i just ride the waves, alright?

[Loricybin]

consider this a sexperiment.

a candle lit(erary) rendezvous.

this is what you least expected.

this is a gentle kiss.

this is what that kiss turns into.

this is you losing control.

this is your fingernails digging into my back.

this is the sound you make when you don’t mean to make one.

this becomes the two of us in the shower.

this is us becoming dry once more by being mammals.

this is a pair of handcuffs suddenly clicking around your wrists.

this is you biting my lip because it’s all you can grab.

this is a big, loud "ohhhhh ****."

this is the ice cube.

this is the blindfold.

this is melted wax dripping onto your delicate skin.

this is the smacked ***, the bit neck, the raw hickey.

this is naughty.

this is so much fun there are laws against it.

this is the feeling of it all.

this is the feeling of excitement.

 

...consider this inappropriate.

[Tarantism]

Norse code is awakened inside the figure eight

humbled through centuries of muttered beeps

tablature on skinny paper,

and the language is trascribed in dots

dots that drip down the spine in colors of orange, yellow and indago glow

you could see it in an x-ray if you drained your latrine.

 

Scales come from these words;

"I guess you could call them words,

the languages of the past smell and sound like the bellowing of birds

and the screaming of beasts to me".

 

THERE ARE MORE NOTES THAN A-G, infact the extend infinitely

across the sea and through the trees

towards the infinity that is me,

the thing that slowly and surely spouts from these seeds

magic beans, the beginning on which the tree leans

 

wait, that isn't me, it already happened and I am happening

now is not then, and the future is now and soon to be constantly arriving.

[modest]

Sorry to be a downer... This is like a time capsule I recently found (an old email) to my girlfriend who had recently dumped me. I was 18 or 19 - she left for NC State. It's funny how feelings so strong at the time are utterly insignificant now :)

 

Is it enough for you to wonder

if this is no more than a midnight blunder

my heart feels the world asunder

and now it waits for the pillage and plunder

 

Is it enough for you to wander

Looking and searching for something a little fonder

Or maybe take your time to ponder

if this love is something to squander.

 

You see, I heard you say you wanted

that thing you so desperately hunted

I saw it in your act you so generously flaunted

so quick, so soon, the same was shunted

 

That cry for love I can no sooner forget

than can I bring myself to admit

your life is full of so much more important s##t

than the love of this placid misfit

 

Tweedle dee,

is this how it should be?

tweedle dumb,

have I won?

 

Nick nack paddy wack, now I’m alone

this dumb *** has got nowhere to roam

 

jack was nimble, jack was quick

but jack was dumb enough to fall for this trick

 

zippidee doo daa, zippidee day,

my oh my just another lay

 

dear xxxxx, I’m glad I got to play

[Moontanman]

MERMAIDS

 

COOL AND WET, IN THE LIGHT OF THE COLD WHITE MOON

CLOTHED ONLY IN THE PHOSPHORESCENT WATERS GLOW

WHERE AM I? ONLY THE NIGHT BIRDS AND THE FISHES KNOW

NEAR BY A GULL, DISTURBED BY MY SWIM, SINGS HIS RAUCOUS TUNE

 

THE WATER FLOWS OVER ME LIKE A LOVERS CARESS

ONWARD I DRIFT, WITH THE TIDES SALTY STREAM

UNFETTERED, MY MIND BEGINS AN ODDLY FAMILIAR DREAM

A WOMAN APPEARS, STANDING, LIKE ME SHE IS WITHOUT DRESS

 

SHE DIVES INTO THE SHALLOW INLETS FLOW

AND REAPPEARS, GLOWING WITH AN INNER LIGHT

I GIVE CHASE, SWIMMING WITH ALL MY MIGHT

WHEN I ARRIVE AT HER SIDE, AGAIN SHE DIVES BELOW

 

BUT INSTEAD OF LEGS LONG AND SLEEK

A FISHES TAIL FOLLOWS HER INTO THE BRINE

MERMAID! THE THOUGHT RIPS INTO MY MIND

I HESITATE, ASTOUNDED, BY THIS BEING THAT I SEEK

 

AGAIN SHE APPEARS, THIS TIME NOT ALONE

THREE MORE OF THESE APPARITIONS, APPEAR IN A WAVE CREST

AS GLOWING WATER CUPS THEIR BOBBING BREASTS

THEIR SIRENS SONG BEGINS, AND I BECOME STILL AS STONE

 

THE SONG, MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN ANY MORTAL WOMAN'S VOICE

CAPTIVATES ME, HOLDS ME, UNABLE TO THINK OR MOVE

MY LOVE, IT SAYS, TO HAVE THEM I MUST PROVE

AS I LISTEN I REALIZE I AM BEING OFFERED A CHOICE

 

TO JOIN THEM IN THEIR HOME, WET AND COOL

TO SWIM, AND FROLIC, UNDER THE SEA

FOREVER AND EVER JUST THEM AND ME

JUST THEN A GULL CRIES OUT, "DEATH IS WHAT THEY OFFER, YOU FOOL!"

 

WHEN I LOOK BACK TO WHERE THE WATER IS DARK AND DEEP

ONLY A FADING SPARKLE MARKS WHERE SIRENS SWAM

I SHOUT OUT, COME BACK, ONLY THE GULL REPLY'S "FOOLISH MAN"

THEN I REALIZE, THAT THEIR LOVE HAD A PRICE ATTACHED, FAR TOO STEEP!

 

Michael Hissom