Poetry Corner

[Anonymouse]

It's time to have some poetic baffling battles
Using rhymes to separate mortals from immortals
Tying verb with verse to assert words that will only hurt
Put as much effective effort it will only be you that will lose comfort

[PASAMONSTER]

A sampler from the dark pages of my heart.




A poem I'm hoping to write
but my mind is in a shock
Have I lost my poetic light
or is it that writers block

With words a masterpiece I could make
The only skill I had and now can't find
I don't feel like myself for goodness sake
Have I gone crazy and lost my mind

For some strange reason I began to cry
But I kept smiling, eventhough I din't know why
Just then I had this thought Oh, my!
It was so clear and right infront of my eye

It wasn't shock, my mind was in awe
Beauty like yours it never ever saw
I didn't loose but overlooked my light
Because your love made it more bright

Your insparation increased my skill by five
Through your voice my words came alive
I was myself and I was sane after all
You had joined my life and completed my soul.





Like the first rays of the sun
rise in the east and bring light
You are my lifes only one
whos sight makes life bright

As the coming of each day
Is greatly welcomed by most men
Everytime you even look my way
the greatest of feeling I feel then

At a moments notice the worlds awake
Alive and always rushing like a busy bee
On your birthday that world took a break
For the coming of an angel to see

When the sun begins to set
It throws a beautiful show
You're beauty it hasn't matched yet
and it never will, this I know

With everything the day had to offer
your extravagance it couldn't match
I am happy and won't suffer
A glimpse of you I was lucky to catch





I seek...

I was out there every day
Looking to see the suns shinning ray
Years and years have passed
And now I see there is no way

What I'm looking for
won't be mine just like before
this has happened many times
and now I don't want it anymore

Its there infront of me
As plain as ever, I see
the cycle starts again
and as always Me won't be a We!


By:Monster

[Darorinag]

Very good, Anon!!!!

Equal opportunity
Brings about conformity
Trust no one negate it all
From girl power to city hall

!!! Well said!!

May I use this in my signature, with proper credit to you?

[Anonymouse]

Boredom cries
super sized fries
Time flies we blink
Veins swollen we drink
Blood flowin’ we think
Tylenol calisthenics
Love addicted ethics
Stress inlaid
Financial aid
Prepaid package plan made
Pushing fashion without passion
For hazy futures without structures
Stress cultured creatures
Marketable features
Blurring mind’s eye
Conscience cry
Self destruction without function
Determination with a passion
Framework masses and amasses
The gathering of the masses
Can’t see with glasses
Distributed demographic
Want to be so democratic
Cast votes with heart
And call it art
Fall in love
And kill a dove
Full of madness corrupted gladness
Clueless progress
I confess that I possess
Animated aspirations
In a heart of transmutations
Flirting fiddling with a fiddle
Forming fading like a fossil
Painting dogma with some vodka
Travel far without a visa
Rediscover karma sutra
Hold hands high and spit at the sky
Birthday surprise without a prize
Soulless skies with no disguise
I love you bad rhymes
I hope you realize
Sublime words to memorize
Mesmerize to apprise
Dream to sleep lost in the deep
Can’t hit snooze for the musical breakthroughs
Read a book your mind is shook
Turn around and have a look
Going endless over and under
Endlessly we’re torn asunder
Broken pieces stress decreases
Masturbation stress releases
Holiday and Hollywood
In a world misunderstood
Different thoughts and different schools
Forget about that clubbing rules
Lookin’ trendy is too cool
Otherwise you are a fool
Equal opportunity
Brings about conformity
Trust no one negate it all
From girl power to city hall
Laff inside but not aloud
Thinking freely not allowed
Awful parent so transparent
Break your TV screw the news
Read about movies in reviews
Forget about all that’s real
It’s all about the dream ideal
I deal cards like ideal deals
I test your mind on what you feel
Insisting on resisting
Denying what is tempting
Finding yourself coerced
We find we’re last and never first
Quenching a beer thirst
The Elohim returns
Humanity stuck at u-turns
Take a breath can you smell death?

[Darorinag]

Tribute to Dionne Brand

Sitting here at my desk, I wonder if there is any meaning to poetry--
I wonder if I can ever grasp the feelings behind it;
All I can see in it are zeroes and ones,
Industrialised, economised beauty,
Ugliness as representative of beauty,
Idiocy as representative of sensitivity,
Degeneracy as representative of genius.

I dig out my books on Byron, Shelley, Keats,
And place them face to face with Dionne Brand's vision of new poetry,
And the Byron poetry shrivels up and dies.
I try to revive it, and for a moment I think I am successful;
With a solemn look, The Prisoner of Chillon sits up,
Sighs deeply, shudders, and breathes its last.

Henceforth, hundreds of uber-romantic poets as they are referred to now
Have been taken off curricula, off shelves,
Into the attics of lost memories, of a period of feminised idealism,
Of beauty in romanticism that ceased to exist after the outburst of instrustialism,
And the exchange of gibberish between the literatures of peoples
Who would've never seen each other or heard each other's language.
Reclaiming poetry has become impossible.
Dionne Brand has the key to the trunk, and she swallowed it;
It will take generations of "typical Anglo-Saxon" men as Barbara Hall would name them in a self-hating moment,
To look through sewers inhabited by the filth of generations,
To find that key, that key to the past
With all its beauty and innocence and idealism...

[Emil]

Originally posted by Anonymouse Did you write that? That's really good
If you didn't, well, you should
for this poetry corner is only for those
who display their poetry and prose

Nice Anon, words of wisdom you speak.

[Darorinag]

I did write that, and what is more,
It was a parody in the style of a wh0re.
But rest assured, I am in awe
Of Dionne Brand and her ego.

[Anonymouse]

Did you write that? That's really good
If you didn't, well, you should
for this poetry corner is only for those
who display their poetry and prose

[Darorinag]

On Modern Art and Poetry
A Post-Modern, Post-Colonial Parody of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's "How Do I Love Thee?"
Inspired by the Dadaist writing of Dionne Brand

How do I abhor thee? Let me count the ways
I abhor thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can't understand, when reading those poems
For the ends of pointless Art and non-ideal Beauty.
I abhor thee to the level of everyday's
Most loud unnecessity, by fluorescent or regular lamps.
I abhor thee politically incorrectly, as men strive against it;
I abhor thee impurely, as they turn from Artistic Beauty to Dadaism.
I abhor thee with the passivity put to no use
In my old griefs of struggling to understand the meaning behind a Dionne Brand poem, and with my adult patience.
I abhor thee with a hatred I seemed to lose
With my gained saints of post-colonial, post-modernist literature,--I abhor thee with the bad breath,
Fake smiles, tears of anger, of all my life!--and, if the Devil choose,
I shall but abhor thee better after death, in that hell to which all of my kind are condemned.

©Plagiaright Dan Marsden. No Rights Reserved.

[Anonymouse]

Peabody is just another anybody nobody
Looking for that body to feel like a somebody
You may have a body and you bought "e"
And you stuffed it in your brain thats a pea
Pea merges with body and you have peabody
Just another somebody, dancing tango with nobody
Anybody hear this nobody? This nobody
With a damaged body no mind what does he embody
But a pea stuck in a body he desires like everybody
To move from being an anybody, to be a somebody
Even better to be a someone
One ahead of the body, before he hadn't one
Then we can feel like he won
The Sum of Body and One makes you Someone
Not just a name with a Pea and a Body
Making poetry as he claims to not make poetry
Because he is trapped in the body
Like every body else forced to make poetry
Thinking, like everybody else, he is a sum one.