The Poetry Corner

[Liquid_Memory]

This is a poem I wrote in 1984.
Its what I think is the true
definition of love and its called

The Love Definition

Caring, Sharing, Believing, Recieving.
Trusting in Love without no Decieving.
Giving and Sharing all that you can.
Protecting the one at any demand.
Giving up life for one life to live.
Going beyond measure with no strength to give.
Isn't love wonderful, with all that it has.
Show me some love, we'll drop the past.
Make us a future, One that will last.
Lots of Good Hopes, Laughter and Cheer.
Stuff we'll remember Year after Year.
What is Love but the Life that we live.
Without any Love there's nothing to give.
So show your Love to someone who Cares.
Cause only True Love comes in Pairs.


If you would like to post your poem, go ahead.

[Gurm]

Well, there's the poetry I wrote in high school for fun:

<quote>
My drapes,
so white,
wake me
in the night.

So sue me.
</quote>

Oh, did you mean SERIOUS poetry? Yeah, I have a couple that I can't share - one entitled "things I love about my wife" which made Julie cry when I gave it to her after her mom died (I had been saving it for our anniversary).

I'll try to dig up some of the others. I played a lot with meter and voicing when I was in high school / college.

- Gurm

[BuddMan]

Well, we tried this once before, but it didn't seem to generate any interest. But I'll submit my poem again. Wrote (based off of an earlier work) this when I was 16.

The Ballad of Burley Bob

There was once a time that I remember
Though you may call the tale a ham,
That in a bar two lovers met
Called Burley Bob and Bearded Ma’am.
Now Bearded Ma’am was a lady
Though was a lady with a beard,
And every night she sat alone
In that bar with almost tears
Till the night ol’ Burley Bob arrived
Screeching on his Harley Hog,
And once inside all people stared
For Burley Bob was 4-inches tall.
But four-inch Bob called the barkeep
And yelled, “I need a beer to drink!”
He sat down and turned his head
And then their eyes did meet.

Ol’ Burley Bob drank his beer
And walked to where she sat.
Bearded Ma’am stared and smiled
And no longer seemed upset.
Bob lowered his voice and made a pass,
“Whatcha doing later?”
Bearded Ma’am stroked her beard,
“Nothing sweet-potater.”
People pointed, jokes were made,
But it fell on four deaf ears.
Bob thrust his tiny shoulders back
And ignored the painful cheers.
He said, “Ma’am, the world can be
Such a cruel unfeeling place.”
She said, “I know my little pumpkin,”
And kissed his tiny face.

She carried him through the parking lot
To the woods that lay beyond—
Never before had either felt
Such an instant common bond.
“Ma’am,” he said gazing down
At his tiny platform shoe,
“Tonight I would like nothing more
Than to make sweet love to you.”
She said, “I’m a virgin.” He said, “So am I.”
And she said, “Don’t you think that’s weird?”
He said, “Not really, I’m four inches tall,
And, you know…you got the beard.”



She pressed him tight against her bosom.
He inhaled her perfumed hair
And covered her neck with tiny hickeys,
While he stroked her facial hair.
The moonlight danced off his cowboy hat,
She giggled and she swayed.
She undid his tiny rhinestone belt—
A cricket looked away.
She sat him down, unzipped her dress,
Still tipsy from the booze.
She tripped pulling off her panties
And crushed poor Bob with her shoes…

Bearded Ma’am never married,
Her mistake sure took its toll.
She still owns that pair of shoes,
And Burley Bob’s still in her sole.


By Wes Miser

[thop]

http://forums.murc.ws/showthread.php?s=&threadid=37383 - last post

[ZokesPro]

Beans Beans,
good for you heart,
the more you eat,
the more you .... oops. (guys probably want real poetry)

I'm not much of a poet.

Here's a haiku.

There once was a MURCer named Zokes.
Everybody thought he was a hoax.
One day his avatar changed,
And everyone became deranged,
Jeez man it was only a joke!

(made that one all by myself! )

[Liquid_Memory]

Here's another one I did in 1989, its when I was first baptized as a christian.

Children of God, listen and hear, I'm talking about a love so dear. So dear to you, so dear to me, it'll turn you around and set you free. I'm not talking about the World of Sin. I'm not talking about whose going to win. I'm not talking about little mice. I'm talking about Jesus Christ. He's the one for you, he's the one for me. He's the man that can, set you free. He'll turn you around on the spot. He'll make you clean of that one dark blot. He'll make your clothes white as snow. He'll make your heart go go go.


Ok, makes you think that I am a religious fanatic or something. Believe me, Religion puts a new coat on a person but god puts a new person in the coat. As long as you aren't harming yourselfs, or doing harm to me. I don't care what you do. I don't even know you, so why should I care. So peace out, study what you read, and maybe World Peace will be a very real thing in the near future.

Liquid Memory

[Liquid_Memory]

Come one there has to be more poetry out there than that.

[RichL]

I write a lot of stuff, but poetry has never been my thing. I simply dont have the angst for it.

[redgreenbluex3]

A Cruel Reality

Deva was a loner
She was sitting by herself

It wasn’t just their laughing, pointing, murmuring
Which made her life a meaning less hell
And it was just the teasing that made her break down into tears
Their gesture, insulting gesture
From her classmates that she hated loathed and fear

If it hadn’t been for that Julie
The stupid horrid bitch
Torturing her ever day as if she was a witch
If she could express all the hate in the world
It could never be enough

It was if she had some quest
To belittle her in all known ways
And with the sheep that followed her
The teasing continued every day

Deva knew her torment would not end
The pain, the pain
The teasing hurt so deep
And she did not know what to do
but cry herself to sleep

It was just another school day
In just another year
But it was the people in this school
That Deva hated, loathed and feared

You see Deva was a loner
Like every day was sitting by herself

Watching as they taunted her
Making her life a living hell
And there was that stupid bitch Julie
Helping to ruin her day

So she pulled out a machine gun
And blew them all away
She had been push right past her breaking point
Her psyche had final snapped

You see it as just the teasing
Which made her break down into tears
It was the gesture, insulting gestures
From her class mates that she hated, loathed and feared

And so for our tormented anti social Deva
Pure evil and sin had become her bliss
At the expense of some not so innocent lives
And her livelyhood that she knew she could never miss

[Casey Jones]

Roses are Red
Violets are blue
When looking at hpar and liquid memory
one ponders if there are any dumber than those two

Casey

[redgreenbluex3]

I wrote it for writers work shop this year
ok its a little doggy my standsers and versus are all up the sh*ter
but its all i could find

[KvHagedorn]

he farts very loudly
with great rumbling in his belly
and smiles quite proudly
as the air becomes smelly

[SitFlyer]

Originally posted by ZokesPro
[i]

Here's a haiku.

There once was a MURCer named Zokes.
Everybody thought he was a hoax.
One day his avatar changed,
And everyone became deranged,
Jeez man it was only a joke!

(made that one all by myself! )

Hey Zokes that's not Haiku.

I believe it's a Limerick.

A haiku is .

It was quite good, anyways.

[ZokesPro]

That's right, my bad.

[SitFlyer]

NP