Poetry anyone?

[vanschen]

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There was a young fellow named Fisk.
Whose fencing was exceddingly brisk.
So fast was his action.
The Fitz-Gerald contraction.
Reduced his rapier to a disk.



There was a young girl named Miss Bright.
Who could travel much faster than light.
She departed on day,
In an Einsteinian way,
And came back on the previous night.



One,Two,Three....Infinity! Pdf.
by George Gamow
Page 114.



Infinity Plus 1 is Big Bang.
2 is True.
3 is Bee.
4 is Roar.
5 is Alive.
6 is Tricks.
7 is Heaven.
8 is Late.
9 is Line.
10 is Then.
T h e E n D.

[rekusasu88]

nice posts guys! makalingaw basa...=)

[sittingprettyincebucity]

I read that Freud would have his patients lie on his couch and exercise what he called 'free association.' He would let them just speak whatever random thought that came into their heads as a way to bring the contents of the subconscious (stuff we normally suppress) into open communication with the consciousness. Lying in bed the other day I tried it (writing down words as they came) and discovered my subconscious fancies herself a poet. Here's what I came up with (after a little editing.)

Kisses, embraces, and nowhere places
Forgotten faces, not my own
I hope.
I believe, but what is belief?
Reality exists and is what it is
Who can change it, not me?

Curtains and laces, blended faces
Abandoned places, not my own
Maybe ours, if only for a summer's past
But certainly not forever gone

I see you there, and here, and everywhere
But nowhere, really; not my own
I miss you, I hate you, I may actually love you
My perpetual indecision is known.

Semantics, hysterics
Philosophic, neurotic,
Oh, when will I be free
Of these cages and wages
Of war against nature
Of unbearable lightness of being

Rhyme and meter, and picky eaters
Fishing in the sea
Or lake as the case may be
Cheese and tomatoes, green beans, potatoes
All of it I see
Or saw
Or hoped to see
Time is playing tricks on little old me

Advance, retreat,
No one to beat me but he
Submission, admission
Repression, cognition
Oh, how I long to be free

Warm hands, soft lips, wet tongue
Your tongue on me
Sensitive places, tips, and spaces
Maybe sensation will set me free.

Secrets, where is he?
Lonely road, where is she?

'Exit here' I wish it said somewhere
Just exactly how to be
Liberated, non-frustrated
Nihilistic, emancipated
Gone, this inertia of ennui.

Angst, self-doubt
Self-reproach, self-abdication.
Oh how I wish I were free.
Emotion, you treason of reason,
Leave me be!

It is transcendence i seek.
Sweet and unencumbered,
Simplicity

*Analyze that, Sigmund Freud. What does it all mean?

[czharlloutte]

quills

with your gentle hands ….
you stretched out the white linens …
and you held me ….
stroke ever so gently ….smoothly …
while I glide with pleasure …
together we poured out our desires ….
word by word … we utter our sighs ….
a moment we both treasure ….
breath then …. for a moment…
again … you held me sweetly …
sweet strokes of love and passion
and a poetry is created ….

[shopaholic]

In a poet's heart
awa lang ako blog.. simple rman nah..d na kaau ko mag update..summer rman na nako gpangbuhat ug kanang wa najd koii lingao..

[WengIA]

I wrote my december heartbreak nga poem ..

A Masquerade of Providence

String of raindrops fall to its quite melody

Rhyme with the breeze of a vocal splendor of black daisy

To the tune of every bee sip the nectar while accessing the anthers and pistil

Made music to a garden of daffodils in April

A sharpen affection piercing a stone amethyst

Asunder of its composure with a helpless catalyst

A scattered pieces spells the truth of an essence is out of worth

The antidote of intoxication has been futile a miasma to a path

Gaze into a night sky grid-like segments of stars on sight

A semblance of a two sign that shines so bright at night

Vast Ocean of complicated happiness sinks a deepest peaceful loneliness

Wide-ranging terrestrial of verdict congeal with annoyance of fate

Precession of equinoxes changed twice a thousand years

A tenth cycle in which Pisces and Taurus situate vertigo in twelfth mensis

A Supreme Being fills the gap of distant in a long period of time

Keep on tenterhooks to across the chasm as time goes by

[Soul Doctor]

invisible heart
by Jun Perez aka Soul Doctor

Tell me, my love,
tell me what should i do
tell me all the things
that pleases you.

Show me, my love
show me where should I start
Tell me where to find
your invisible heart.

you think you're smart
you made an invisible heart
what if
you got yourself
a heart attack!

[shey0811]

I woke up with a fresh start today

And this rare feeling of knowing

That someone out there has me specifically in his mind

I wish I could put into words

Or even utter in expletives,

Come up with a mime

The immensity of this great feeling I have for you

I have always prided myself

At being a woman of control

I control every one’s mind

Influence their actions

Make them do things they never thought they can do

I control things that happen in my life, too

Avoid bad experiences

Neglect situations that would otherwise disturb the sense of control I have

Just then you came

You destroyed the sense of control

I once was so comfortable having

Even as I write at this moment

My mind is in utter chaos

My heart skips a beat each time I think about you

My brain cells, they move about like rambunctious kids

I so love seeing in school

My mind wanders, prods, extrapolates

Oftentimes, I am just left with musings

My heart and my mind races now to a rhythm

I haven’t thought possible

Each day, each moment,

You never seize to amaze me

It is this amazement that draws me even closer to you

Too close to the one whom I dreaded

To bring about a sense of disarray, a sense of disunity



I am often left flummoxed

By such a great paradox you personify

You are organized, yet so chaotic

I guess I am enamoured by ironies

Because even when I so lovingly

Keep the sense of control that I have

I have been influenced and moreso have embraced

The chaotic world you have given me a fair glimpse of

You have entered a realm in my mind

Such that it would be so difficult for me to build it’s walls again

Because you have invaded it



As I face a sea of faces today

Whose brains are busy fretting over equations and solutions

They will forever wonder

Why there seems to be a plethora of expressions on my face

Expressions that I could not even write into expletives

Nor into words that would encapsulate them

For I have been disturbed

And lost my sense of control

And somehow I love it.

[histrionic0311]

La Pensiamento de la Vida

In our words we utter exceptional intonations
In our minds we expand intellect beyond measure
In our actions we iterate symbols of anonymity
In our perceptions we foresaw the inevitable

Nothing is ascertain to utter words
For it needs time to rekindle our minds
And our actions would lay waste to retribution
Would our perceptions delude our entire sanity

Decisions are steadfast and a prey for the foolhardy
Philosophy is for the just and the wise
Immaturity are for the faint of heart
Tyranny is for the dominant and the warmongering

Simply put..

A world filled with imagination and fantasy
Is like an endless world of distorted reality

Remind our thoughts, correct our words
Polish our actions, and broaden our perceptions

That's what life is all about

[histrionic0311]

Photographs and Memories

As the song of Jim Croce came ringing in my mind,
It reminds me of how beautiful life is to be
And one way of thinking about those life is living an imprint


No matter how vivid, nor how quaint the image would be,
It is the person's perspective point of view
Should it be bad or good
That's how we choose our life in an image


Photographs could be a complex thing to deal
A mark that can contrast you, other people, or other things
Or maybe it can change you
That all depends on the image projected upon



How I wish life would be full of snapshots
With endless shots to remember by
To leave an imprint to mark my existence


The next time I hear the said song again
It's hard to forget those images that had been shot
And lived to remember them again