MoonlitSunshine

The Following are a series of Poems I wrote as part of a Poetry thread in another forum some years ago. All of them will have been wrote on the spot, probably without any editing done whatsoever after.

Date: Roughly May 29th 2008

A moderator's choices are
So difficult to make
deleting wanton posting oft
can cause a thread to break

but spam it is a vile disease
that poisons to the core
it rips and frays and ravages
All things we mods adore

For clever posting, jive and joust
will bring a thread to life
verbal battles, raising hackles
landing foes in strife

so think before you post my friends
don't resort to spam
a clever post, a thought at most
is far the better plan!

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Comment: as far as I remember, the poem is meant to stutter at the start, and to flow more and more as the bird took flight, and then relax again at the end, to emulate what was happening in the poem itself. But in some ways, it's a little too eclectic. my ex said that she thought that I mixed styles a bit too much in it. I didn't agree at the time, but I think I see what she means now

Silence.

The water laps gently
on the shores of the lake,
Sloshing and sliding and shimmering in twilight,
Tranquil as the day begins.

The wind rustles though the leaves,
stirring the wings of a bird, and breathes
life unto the forest.

His head will rise,
and to his surprise,
a worm, he spies,
on the branch beside him.

An easy Breakfast.

awake and lively now
he takes to the air, and how,
he ducks and dives and dodges and flies
caressing the air as it passes beneath.

At last, he clears the canopy
and spread below, for all to see,
the trees, the lake; so soft and blue,
Forever Old, Forever New.

His urge for flight now finally sated,
he takes a worthy rest, belated,
and from his perch upon the branch
he watches as the day begins.

The sky, before so dull and cold,
Explodes with colour, truth be told,
Pink and red, the Dawn unfolds
He flutters his wings,
And Sings.


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Comment: I believe this was written in response to a serious of remarkably morbid poems by a number of other users. Hence the ridiculous cheesiness of it :P


At times you feel you want to die,
Drop your head and say goodbye:
The world is tough, its holes unbarred,
it rips and tears and leaves us scarred.
you've lived your life in misery,
it's hard to try, so hard to see,
a point in life, to try your best,
your days are gone; there's nothing left.

you turn your eyes to your weapon of choice
and as you stand you hear its voice:
Calling, luring, promising, lying,
saying it will end the crying.
reach out your hand, take me, it says
I will help you end your days.
do not think you leave behind
those who love you, proud and kind.

They love you not, they're ignorant;
they care not that your life is spent.
they left you here, cold as stone,
to moan and groan; alone, alone.

Do not despair oh lonely one,
turn your eyes from the loaded gun:
For life has more in store for you,
a future warm, not cold and blue.
these days are sad, lost, forlorn
but don't stop now, love comes reborn

For those you think left you behind,
are coming now, they wish to find
your lonely heart, love bereft,
which open wounds and suffering cleft.
good intentions pave their way,
but roads to hell don't come this way.
They wish your broken heart to mend,
those cuts and scars they come to tend

never think your life is done,
to tell the truth, it's just begun,
there's more to life than lonely crying,
I'm telling you, that gun is lying:
Raise your head and see the sun,
as it shines down on everyone,
no matter how you lose your home,
you'll never, ever, be alone.

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