Sooo.. While the Microwave is screwing my wireless signal I may as well transcribe more poems I have lying around.
these three are from the same notebook that I wrote the above three in, though they were written about a month earlier, juuust after I'd got back from meeting my future gf for the first time. One (well, one and a limerick) was a forfeit from an oooollld bet that I'd only just got around to finishing, which involved writing a love poem to the winner (beginning to see a pattern here? :P) the other two were random scrawlings, It's interesting that one is very much optimistic, and the other is fairly emo. Go figure, I say!
Date: roughly 10th July, 2009
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Comment: the first part is a limerick I wrote because I had null clue what to write for the actual poem. The bet was in an online game, to see who could take (or "noble") the most villages in a certain amount of time. She won that round, I won another which resulted in her having to post a picture of her holding a sign saying "I <3 Petnquaranlor" (my username). All quite amusing really!
Love Poem for Nikki
There once was a girl called Nikki
Whom many said wasn't so picky
She nobled the vills
Like she was on pills
and that's why I'm writing this Ditty!
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A Challenge set, to pay the price
This meagre poem must suffice
Proclaim my love for Nikki Lyle
In and sort of form or Style
But what to say? That's my dilemma
For there[s no book or TV antenna
That could supply the words to me
To encompass Nikki's Majesty
One catches a glimpse of blue summer skies
If you're lucky enough to drown in her eyes
Her raven black hair as dark as the night
You'll never behold a similar sight
... This poem's so bloody difficult to write.
I think that what I'm trying to say
The thoughts that plague me every day
I guess I love you, Nikki Lyle
What can I say, I like your style.
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Comment: I remember being thoroughly surprised by this poem when I wrote it. I was quite literally writing the first things that came into my head. The result was... well, very, very morbid for me. I am quite the optimistic person, and what started as a simple ramble turned into quite the tortured soliloquy. In hindsight, it was probably my subconscious already coming to terms with what I'd yet to realise myself; that I'd fallen in love with a girl who (at that time) I couldn't have, and that I was going home to break up with my girlfriend (which was something I had already decided, but I don't think it had fully hit me at that point).
How could you fit on an A4 page
The throes of lust, of Fear or Rage?
Living our lives like we stand on a stage
Surely there are none so Sage
Emotions run so far and deep
Raise us high, or make us weak
"Why am I angry?", "Why am I meek?"
The answers all invariably seek
A love shares is a harmonious thing
It makes one leap to the sky and sing
"Oh Happiness, Joy and Glory bring!
I've found my Queen, and I am her King"
But to love and not be loved; a blunder
That rips and tears your heart asunder
T'will make you think "I should have shunned her"
A cruel and painful spell to be under
But what can we do to make it better
I won't be consoled by this A4 letter
Perhaps she'd help, if only I let her
But she'll never acknowledge the flowers I get her.
Never acknowledge that she could do better.
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Comment: I like some of the ideas in this poem; the repeating refrain, that connects all the stanzas. The poem itself I'm not particularly mad about, but it's happy, and I am quite proud of that last stanza. I still try to follow that in everything I do, as I have since that day.
Live your life, don't be shy
Listen here, I'll tell you why
Your life is yours and yours alone
No need to act like you're a clone
Break the limits, Push the Sky
Listen here, I'll tell you why
Don't be lazy, don't be slow
Do the things you'd never know
Climb a mountain, swim the sea
Do these things, and you will see
Life is more than wasting away
It's every moment, every day
Look at what you love to show
Understand, and you will know
I plan to live a life unique
I won't belong to any clique
I'll beat the clock, I'll push the sky
And live until the day I die.
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That's pretty much the last of the stuff in this cheap Manchester Airport notebook! There is one more stanza of an unfinished poem, that I found alone on a page, surrounded by scribbled out attempts at writing a poem around it:
As we lie upon your bed
Fingers tip-tapping on laptop keyboards
A cosy cuddle, a warm smile,
Tis you that makes it all worthwhile.
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It's probably worth noting at this point that having put all this stuff in one place, the curse of the 4/4 time is probably much more evident than it perhaps has been to me over the years. I do apologise to anyone reading this for its constant use. If anyone has any suggestions of other patterns to use, I would be very, very grateful!
