SLEUTHbucks Poetry Corner
I make this thread in honor of my good friend BadAss. He and I discussed how it would be nice to have more poetry, so he we go. Now we can all sit around drinking coffee and writing poetry.
I'll put a poem later.
We ran, we ran
While behind us rose
The last of Old Knotty -
His roots reaching to the sky
As a supplicant with arms outstretched;
Shrieking indignation as he flew,
Then landing behind us as
From Seamus Heany, 'Personal Helicon':
As a child, they could not keep me from wells
And old pumps with buckets and windlasses.
I loved the dark drop, the trapped sky, the smells
Of waterweed, fungus and dank moss.
One, in a brickyard, with a rotted board top.
I savoured the rich crash when a bucket
Plummeted down at the end of a rope.
So deep you saw no reflection in it.
A shallow one under a dry stone ditch
Fructified like any aquarium.
When you dragged out long roots from the soft mulch
A white face hovered over the bottom.
Others had echoes, gave back your own call
With a clean new music in it. And one
Was scaresome, for there, out of ferns and tall
Foxgloves, a rat slapped across my reflection.
Now, to pry into roots, to finger slime,
To stare, big-eyed Narcissus, into some spring
Is beneath all adult dignity. I rhyme
To see myself, to set the darkness echoing.
You can listen to the author read it here: http://www.ibiblio.org/ipa/audio/heaney/personal_helicon.mp3
You can also hear Robert Pinsky read his elegy 'Impossible to tell' there, which is almost staggeringly beautiful. Takes some time (about 15 minutes), but it's worth it.
Another really cool online poetry site is http://www.favoritepoem.org/ (the favorite poem project)
Littering Surrey Garden Way:
Discarded holiday wishes and dreams
Picked thru gift boxes and prickly pine needles
Melting in cold wet sleet and muddy grass along the curb
As I drive towards our home at the end of the
Street, regretting the indifference the neighbors have to the
End of the season as we cling to the joy, peace, and blessings, the lovelight
Of our Tannenbaum brings. Upon entering the house, its illumination reveals our
Subtle ways with which we show each other how we feel: hanging our coats,
Clearing luncheon plates, and putting away groceries are just a façade that this tree’s Lighted limbs and iridescent ornaments of colored crystal make transparent
for You and I can
brightly see by lean
by kiss, by tickle,
by cuddle, by pat
on the bum, with jest, and joke, and
quibble, this family is
obviously in love.
I wish I could
Tie them up
In a knot
Throw them away
In a knot.
In the spirit of Valentine's Day :)
SANG Solomon to Sheba,
And kissed her dusky face,
'All day long from mid-day
We have talked in the one place,
All day long from shadowless noon
We have gone round and round
In the narrow theme of love
Like a old horse in a pound.'
To Solomon sang Sheba,
Plated on his knees,
'If you had broached a matter
That might the learned please,
You had before the sun had thrown
Our shadows on the ground
Discovered that my thoughts, not it,
Are but a narrow pound.'
Said Solomon to Sheba,
And kissed her Arab eyes,
'There's not a man or woman
Born under the skies
Dare match in learning with us two,
And all day long we have found
There's not a thing but love can make
The world a narrow pound.'
Like butterflies on my face
Showing me your love
Let's never leave this place.
Swirling all around
I know I'm missing out
All my dreams hit the ground.
Fall as I long for you
To hold me in your arms
I love, but you have no clue.
To myself a sweet love song
To erase my terminal sadness
I've loved you for so long.
At last you can see
How much I need you
And how much you love me.
Like butterflies on your face
Showing you my love
We shall NEVER leave this place.
Friend, I met a man
Who touched me as no one else can
He touched a place in my heart
That I had removed and set apart
For all of the blood and gore
That I had seen throughtout the war
I sat and listened for years and years
As I held hands and dried tears.
I was a friend to those that wanted
To tell the stories that kept them haunted.
"I killed a man," a man told me,
"And left the body for all to see
Like a warning to them all
That we mean business and are on the ball."
"I accidently shot a woman," said another
"And left some child without a mother."
One man yelled "I'll kill myself!"
As he grabbed a knife from my shelf.
I cried out, "No, don't do it!"
He laughed, "What more can life take? I say Screw it!"
Wars wreck havoc on our land
We deal with our own hands
But peace won't heal this at all
It'd be like smashing rocks with a ball
No, the answer isn't peace;
That's like calming water with hot grease.
The answer is UNDERSTANDING
And being a little less DEMANDING.
The answer lies within us all
And if one day it's you duty calls
Remember this poem as you fight
So you know you've done it right.
The ice-cream man's a-coming!
Hear the kiddies sing
The backyard pool is filling!
Hear the kiddies sing
Hello you all
I've just come back
I'm hungry for Sleuth
But only have time for a snack
I'd like to say hi to everyone
how ya doin, how ya been?
I've been just peachy
And I'm glad to be back again.
So y'all come on, knock on my door
send me a PM
You know you're all welcome,
So COME ON IN!
Glad to be back, even if for only an hour and a half.
Any one there?
Crunchy is making
Dolls from back hair
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