Members Poetry and Writing

Yes... thank you..... a truly powerful poem.......... I've dug quite a bit into certain aspects of parapsychology and how I suspect they ultimately relate to the subject of abortion:


http://community.humanityhealing.net/group/near-death-experience-accounts/forum/topics/nde-s-walk-ins-the-helen-wambach-ph-d-research-and-the-issue-of

NDE's, Walk Ins, The Helen Wambach Ph. D. research and the issue of abortion??????!!

(.... in summary..... a very high level aspect of the human spirit - soul seems to have volunteered to go through the first trimester of pregnancy...........)

 

Here is my poem about kitties, because they are my favorite animal and my favorite word.

A house with no kitty is no home for me
I'd like a kitty every place I could be
If I remade the world I'd let kitties live free
Kitties for president I'd shout sea to sea

 

I found a midget in my couch and it granted me three wishes
I asked for a snorkel, a sombrero, and something delicious
But the joke was on me, I should have spoken more specifically
Because what I got was Rosie O'Donnell wrapped in swiss cheese
"I can't eat this!" I angrily snapped
"It's fat and it's ugly! I'm sending it back!"
"Plus I'm lactose intolerant! You didn't even ask about that!"
So he gave me a pipe and sack full of crack
He said, "Here, smoke that."
I said, "Man, this is whack."
"You're the worst midget ever."
And I kicked him in the ballsack
And shoved him back in my couch
With the loose change and Cheetos
Only to later discover
I'd just met Danny DeVito

 

I have got to send this to my eleven year old daughter!

Awesome!!!!

http://www.near-death.com/animals.html

Near-Death Experiences with Deceased Pets and Animals

 

Here's a poem I wrote in high school about how music in the right moments can be powerful.

Power I feel
Is not a jet or a tank
It's not money in the bank
It's not a flag or a gun
Or a missile that can outshine the sun
It's not about the weak or the strong
Or a contact list a million miles long
Power I feel
Is a song

 

Very nice.

 

I like to write haiku poems, maybe cause I'm part Japanese? I made my latest one my new signature.

Abandon the dove
and the eagle and the hawk
for a painted bird.

 

Last summer I wrote a fanfiction that followed the whole cast for 64 tumultuous days to an unprecedented ending.
Recently I wrote about the primary focal point of the story in a 44-chapter novel form.
What's my story about?

It’s about time.

It’s about crime.

It’s about sex,

Getting back with an ex,

It’s about death and life.

Someone sings “Mr. Jones, I want to marry your Wife”.

It’s about songs and dance.

Four characters go to France.

Most action takes place in Ohio,

But several people travel to Monaco.

The climax takes place at MIT.

There are some scenes in Washington, D.C.

There are even two scenes in Uruguay.

It follows dozens of people day by day.

Some characters die, some characters live.

There’s an adaptation of the Fugitive.

Three young women get kidnapped and raped.

Some people go to prison, then some escaped.

No matter where they go, almost everyone sings.

Some eat Chinese food, including chicken wings.

It’s about humans, so they often are eating.

They go place to place and have every kind of meeting.

Some travel by plane.

Some travel by train.

There’s a motorcycle and several cars .

Two sing “Night and Day” while looking at the stars.

there’s a lot about psychology,

With a touch of theology.

There are Protestants and atheists, and many a Jew,

An agnostic, undecideds and a Buddhist too.

It has scientists and doctors, nurses and teachers,

Students and policemen, reporters and preachers.

Some characters are black, some white and some Latina,

And a sad, tender story about an Asian named Tina.

Some characters are gay,

But one switches for a day.

It’s about all kinds of love.

Some seek help from above.

At two prayer vigils, some seek help from the Lord.

Near the end there’s one line for Harrison Ford.

Real people appear, Michael Bloomberg, John Boehner,

Joe Manchin, Kitty Dukakis and Stephen and Robert Colbert.

Some people laugh, almost everyone cries.

An airplane crashes into three-foot fruit flies.

The heroes of the story are Britney and Artie,

But when they save the day, they can’t have a party.

The ending is happy, but not for those two,

Because there’s a final twist that will surely shock you.

The story is as complete as any tale could be,

And it’s what I think should have happened in the last two years of Glee.

 

From afar and away nightly strife,
of bad digestion and the days blight
I can see clearly now.
Over hill & daily spread
a whip-poor will is heard ahead.
Hiding it's head for whatever bread,is spread.
To cluck and flutter,sometime utter
Lonely,cries in the night.
That Happy days from twilights gleam
began as birdies sang,in teams.
" It's hard to get by just upon a smile "
Whether ground,in Air or ought
I can see clearly now.
Full of Grace,full of woe,
but a child with far to go.
Whether bonny and blithe,
Life finds a way to take a slice.
Eat hearthy and sleep tight,
for tomorrow you may not delight.
For Tonight may not turn toward
Tomorrow or tomorrow or Today.
It may just fly away.

 

Anarchist improv

Our Government
Who knows what best
We thank thy for knowing what is bad and what is best
The roads, the schools and the doctors too
Would cease to exist if it was not for you

Our Government
Ensuring money is always well spent
Always ensuring we are all content
Oh, government, my ggovernment

Take my kisses, take my hugs
I am so thankful you keep our kids away from drugs
I am so thankful thy protect us from the thug and thief
How could this be possible without our president, our fantastic thief.

Even though I haven't much money the bank,
I once again have to give you a big thank
Because with out you I'd certainly be poor
Of that I am entirely sure

Then came that day,
I asked why money keeps going away
Every month, large amounts of my salary I lose
I can no longer afford food or even shoes

Why won't you help me?
Thy all might governmentt in all thy grace
That is when I realised
You are the reason behind this awful disgrace

...Or something like that lol.

 

I forgot this thread existed.
I just finished a rock opera, a sequel to Alexander Hamilton called

Clinton, George Clinton

 

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Akiko

When it was over, Akiko was gone.
Hardly surprising.
I feel broken, weary and faint.

Our fight took place in my private garden,
patterned after the Zen Gardens of Kyoto.
It was a place of transcendent beauty,
and tranquility...
...but no longer.


My garden has been wreaked,
it's patterns broken,
order turned to chaos,
the story of my life.


No matter how hard I strive for inner serenity,
I screw up.
So why should I even bother.
Yes I am a woman but,
by nature I'm a fighter,
a warrior,
and I seem to like it and am good at it.


However,
a part of me wants to change,
to grow,
to temper the more savage side of me.
Akiko seemed to want that too
and thought I failed her.
Worse, I failed myself.


And yet,
the patterns of life
are as fluid as the stones I walk on.
I reach down and smooth the stones.
New patterns appear.
What was once chaos,
now becomes order.
The wheel turns,
and from this new order...
...peace?


Perhaps that is the answer.
The key is not
winning or losing,
It's making the attempt.
I may never be what I want to be,
ought to be,
but how will I ever know,
unless I try?


The alternative is...
...STAGNATION,
a safe but terrible form of death.
Death not of the body,
but of the soul.
Some women may know what they are
and accept it.
This woman may know what she is expected to be
but she,
questions,
dreams,
changes,
and grows.


I loved you Akiko,
with all my heart
and you took my dreams from me...
...but only for a time.
Because I am a woman!
not your BEAST!
...a woman.


You used me
for your own selfish purposes.

That mistake,
will one day,

cost you.​

 

This old brown maple
So bright the leaves
Colors in splendid crisp dying
Aging with the year, years
Breath making a fog to fade the view
Not diminishing the beauty
Still in mind and spread across the dusted ground
This old brown maple tree
Deeper in the soil and soul than my thoughts can reach
The carpet of fall does not feel like death

Merely new life on hold for a moment.

 

Decadent Diseased Decrepit Death
Fleeting Fall Feasts Follow
Austere Autumn Angry Angels
Creeping Cautiously
Street Slinking Silently shadowed Souls
Kids Knowing Killing Kindness
Daring Doors Deemed Deadly
Surrendering Suddenly, Succumbing Sweets
Midnight Monsters Moving
Nocturnal nuisance, Naughty Night
Happy Halloween Hooligans

 

Hallo B.Larset my name is Dutchess2 and I wanted to introduce myself I just found what your doing anf I love that because I write and do poetry too I putt up poetry every Saturday on another site and now slowly people stat to get into it and follow it is fun to do and I have a big folder with poetry so I would like to follow you how do I do that..


The Mirror.



Who is that looking back at me,
with cheeks still wet from tears.
Why didn't I ever want to face,
one of my biggest fears.
I tried to hide in arrogance,
and lived my life in a daze.
For now I know without a doubt,
this is the ugliest face.


That face which stares right back at me,
is there to make me see.
That mirrors and just there,
to torment girls like me.
I am not pretty far from that,
that is why I don't count.
The best thing I could ever do.
is never again to make a sound.



Elise. 1997.

 

FLICKING THE BEAN

I'm just
a pervert
from the
circus
the light's
bright now
when it's
night out
women
find our
perfect
hideout
from the
crowd now
too many eyes
have seen

that I'm so
damn good
you twist
flicking the bean

 

Here, sing my song along to this;
​

WELCOME TO THE GHETTO


"oh my god...
we re-wrote this"

welcome to the ghetto
we got what you need
we know every single dealer
so today we deal you weed
but if today you find I'm unkind
then find the bitch who crossed me
you lookin' for some more to smoke
yet nothin' comes for free

in the ghetto
welcome to the ghetto
now your ass is gonna, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, choke, choke,
I, I wanna see that dick croak

welcome to the ghetto
the ghetto where we blaze
the cops don't care
so we don't go so us dealers gotta raise
n' she's got a very nice ass
that's a nice ass to me
but that ass was in S.W.9
n' now we see Tweety
in the ghetto
grief in Heath better let go
let go, let, let, let go of me
y'know... you just another ****er'ree

welcome to the ghetto
summers we live out on the street
we really don't give a ****
at any sucker who brings their heat
n' it's all true what we say
said I've seen it yesterday
Ricky was the king of Bricky
but then Shannel blew his ass away

(SND EFX: GUN SHOT X2)

in the ghetto
welcome to the ghetto
now your ass is gonna, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, choke, choke,
I, I wanna see that dick croak

when they come, they come to, they come to bust my fun
my fun my fun my fun...
RAHHHHHHH...
...TID! (rarted)

you know how this life goes
it's death by me or an S.T.D
so why you wanna try
in the ghetto
welcome to the ghetto
now your ass is gonna, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, choke, choke,
in the ghetto
welcome to the ghetto
watch her, her, her,
her from S.W.9
ghetto
welcome to the ghetto
now your ass is gonna, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, choke, choke,
only in the ghetto
welcome to the ghetto
now your ass is...
your ass is mine
yeah!​

My own personal Welcome to the Jungle I wrote when I was 19

 

EXPRESSING ME

blue don't
touch my
green
because
if I see you on
the street
then I see you're on
my beat

yeah
**** the law
**** the cops

because a cop
is a cop
and you know
we're all corrupt
but if you
touch a cop
then it's more than
touching us

trust
**** the law
**** the cops

 

IF THERE WAS A GOD

if there was a god
if there was a god
would the planet seem to be
a world of misery
famine war disease
people like property
no rights to own your home
no rights thereof indeed
as they kick in as they please
abduct the ones they seek
murder in cold blood
if there was a god
to guide souls who're in need
to give them belief
a relief from men who
think themselves a god
even though they're not
if there was a god
if there was a god

 

INDIGNATION

you're there whoring
ignoring every sign
that I'm tryin'
to give
I say screw it
life is too short so do it
never have I ever wanted
your ****

people wanna’ try
to get me wrong
no matter how much I try
to get along
still sounds sour to me
I've got my life
so why they wanna’
try it for

I'm there whoring
ignoring every sense
got my two cents
I can give
why I'm trying
said don't even bother
I'm a brother and a lover
not a sucker so shut the...

people wanna’ try
to get me wrong
I don’t want to buy
or get along
so the fact is back off
jack-off wit’ them
tactics can’t
hack this

 

I
was the one
who was lost
and found in
my own thoughts
I've laid bare
and laid there
before
that I
can't care
yeah I
can't care
anymore

no I
is it me or is it you
can't find
give me reason to...

 

Everywhere
I've been
I've seen
The BBC
Sun's hot
Winter's cold
You know
Soho now

Mind the gap
Mind
Mind the gap
Mind the gap