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who here likes POETRY!!!!!!

Discussion in 'Off Topic [BG]' started by stinger12345, May 11, 2010.


  1. stinger12345

    stinger12345

    Jan 24, 2009
    Hayward, CA
    I'm guessing since we're all musicians, a fair amount of us like poetry, and aren't afraid to admit it. Obviously, lyrics are a form of poetry. What are some your favorite poets/poems??? Here's one I just wrote, hopefully you don't think it's god awful :bag:

    A soul that is lost too early is another soul that is never born
    A child without a father, a girl without a sister
    To die in vain is to fail your surroundings
    We must sustain mankind, but to do so we must learn from the departed
    Open the eyes in your heart and test the waters of your mind
    And let judgement stay stranded on the shores of our broken past
    Knowledge is equitable, but impossibly attainable
    Leave an inch of your life untouched, because an inch is all you need to slip through the grasp of the invisible hand that runs the world.
     
  2. all the poems I write suck, but poetry's pretty cool.

    Your poem isn't too bad.
     
  3. MJ5150

    MJ5150 Moderator Staff Member Supporting Member

    Apr 12, 2001
    Olympia, WA
    I had a poem published when I was in elementary school.

    -Mike
     
  4. Yakob

    Yakob

    Nov 15, 2009
    Philadelphia, PA
    Favorite poets?

    Oh, all the greats. Alan Ginnsberg, Shel Silverstein, Edward Lear. I right poems, though I have none on hand.
     
  5. I like poetry, I hate poets.


    if you know what I mean.
     
  6. superfunk47

    superfunk47

    Sep 9, 2007
    While I loathe the pretense of all the supposed "poets" out there, good poetry is something I really love. Robinson is one of my favorites. As tempting as it is to share something of mine on here, I'll spare you all the pretense and just give you some Robinson instead.

    When he, who is the unforgiven,
    Beheld her first, he found her fair:
    No promise ever dreamt in heaven
    Could have lured him anywhere
    That would have been away from there;
    And all his wits had lightly striven,
    Foiled with her voice, and eyes, and hair.

    There's nothing in the saints and sages
    To meet the shafts her glances had,
    Or such as hers have had for ages
    To blind a man till he be glad,
    And humble him till he be mad.
    The story would have many pages,
    And would be neither good nor bad.

    And, having followed, you would find him
    Where properly the play begins;
    But look for no red light behind him--
    No fumes of many-colored sins,
    Fanned high by screaming violins.
    God knows what good it was to blind him
    Or whether man or woman wins.

    And by the same eternal token,
    Who knows just how it will all end?--
    This drama of hard words unspoken,
    This fireside farce without a friend
    Or enemy to comprehend
    What augurs when two lives are broken,
    And fear finds nothing left to mend.

    He stares in vain for what awaits him,
    And sees in Love a coin to toss;
    He smiles, and her cold hush berates him
    Beneath his hard half of the cross;
    They wonder why it ever was;
    And she, the unforgiving, hates him
    More for her lack than for her loss.

    He feeds with pride his indecision,
    And shrinks from what will not occur,
    Bequeathing with infirm derision
    His ashes to the days that were,
    Before she made him prisoner;
    And labors to retrieve the vision
    That he must once have had of her.

    He waits, and there awaits an ending,
    And he knows neither what nor when;
    But no magicians are attending
    To make him see as he saw then,
    And he will never find again
    The face that once had been the rending
    Of all his purpose among men.

    He blames her not, nor does he chide her,
    And she has nothing new to say;
    If he was Bluebeard he could hide her,
    But that's not written in the play,
    And there will be no change to-day;
    Although, to the serene outsider,
    There still would seem to be a way.
     
  7. I love poesy! Favorite poets seem to change with my mood but I like John Donne, William Blake and Yeats quite a bit. I like Bengali and Hindi poetry as well.

    One of my favorite pieces of poetry is Love And Death by Yeats, which was put to music by The Waterboys:

    Behold the flashing waters
    A cloven dancing jet,
    That from the milk-white marble
    For ever foam and fret;
    Far off in drowsy valleys
    Where the meadow saffrons blow,
    The feet of summer dabble
    In their coiling calm and slow.
    The banks are worn forever
    By a people sadly gay:
    A Titan with loud laughter,
    Made them of fire clay.
    Go ask the springing flowers,
    And the flowing air above,
    What are the twin-born waters,
    And they'll answer Death and Love.

    With wreaths of withered flowers
    Two lonely spirits wait
    With wreaths of withered flowers
    'Fore paradise's gate.
    They may not pass the portal
    Poor earth-enkindled pair,
    Though sad is many a spirit
    To pass and leave them there
    Still staring at their flowers,
    That dull and faded are.
    If one should rise beside thee,
    The other is not far.
    Go ask the youngest angel,
    She will say with bated breath,
    By the door of Mary's garden
    Are the spirits Love and Death.
     
  8. jive1

    jive1 Commercial User

    Jan 16, 2003
    Alexandria,VA
    Owner/Retailer: Jive Sound
    I like William Carlos Williams, and prefer to do my poetry in his style.

    Here's two poems about my dogs.

    "The red dog galavants in the woods with his prize.
    Where's my slipper?"

    "Loyalty is a black dog laying comfortably at my feet as I type, dreaming about the sandwich on my desk." (RIP Bozo)
     
  9. IconBasser

    IconBasser Scuba Viking Supporting Member

    Feb 28, 2007
    Alta Loma, California
    no.
     
  10. Roses are red
    Violets are blue
    Some poems rhyme
    And some don't.
     
  11. sarcastro83

    sarcastro83

    Jul 27, 2007
    Toronto, ON
    Here I sit,
    Broken Hearted...
     
  12. MakiSupaStar

    MakiSupaStar The Lowdown Diggler

    Apr 12, 2006
    Huntington Beach, CA
    I'm a fan. I've had stuff published and I also have my heroes. I just don't have time to contribute to this thread right now. Bukowski.
     
  13. Smurf-o-Deth

    Smurf-o-Deth ¡No me gustan mis pantalones!

    Oct 2, 2007
    The state of denial.
    Ah, yes, the muse, it seems, so often strikes in the public restroom. Here's a favorite of mine:

    I like bacon,
    I like eggs,
    I like girls
    Who spread them legs.


    Breathtaking.
     
  14. RWP

    RWP

    Jul 1, 2006

    This is awesome.



    with an Apple Macintosh
    you can't run Radio Shack programs
    in its disc drive.
    nor can a Commodore 64
    drive read a file
    you have created on an
    IBM Personal Computer.
    both Kaypro and Osborne computers use
    the CP/M operating system
    but can't read each other's
    handwriting
    for they format (write
    on) discs in different
    ways.
    the Tandy 2000 runs MS-DOS but
    can't use most programs produced for
    the IBM Personal Computer
    unless certain
    bits and bytes are
    altered
    but the wind still blows over
    Savannah
    and in the Spring
    the turkey buzzard struts and
    flounces before his
    hens.

    Charles Bukowski
     
  15. sarcastro83

    sarcastro83

    Jul 27, 2007
    Toronto, ON
    this is going on a t-shirt.
     
  16. doctorjazz

    doctorjazz

    Oct 22, 2006
    Wilmington, NC
    I'm into it a little bit. My favorite poem of all time is "Howl," and I really like Yeats as well. One of my favorite current poets is Saul Williams, I think he has a lot of great stuff to say.

    Here's some Saul Williams:

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jzY2-GRDiPM


    And just for fun, here's a piece that I'm currently working on that uses a reading of a poem by William Blake as the source material for an electronic background track:

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2R1Ei8ozSyQ
     
  17. I'm a poetry fiend. In fact, i have a scheduled visit to get an artistic rendition of one of my favorite Richard Brautigan poems as an entire chest piece tattoo; 'All Watched Over By Machines of Loving Grace'.
     
  18. Selta

    Selta

    Feb 6, 2002
    Pacific Northwet
    Total fanboi of: Fractal Audio, AudiKinesis Cabs, Dingwall basses
    At first glance I thought this said poverty.
     
  19. I got into poetry in college at the bequest of my fiction teachers. Originally I was using it as a way to improve my prose but it blossomed into something else. Currently working on getting a manuscript published.

    As for poets I like; Robert Frost, Jack Gilbert, Terrance Hayes, T.S. Elliot, Ezra Pound, Charles Bukowski, Richard Doty, Walt Whitman and a few others.
     
  20. MatticusMania

    MatticusMania LANA! HE REMEMBERS ME!

    Sep 10, 2008
    Pomona, SoCal
    The Sickness

    Inside I tremble while outside I remain perfectly calm
    my nerves, they cease to shake
    There is no longer a glimpse of light to turn to,
    our paths remain steady on this crash course called fate
    Its a fools funeral, adorned with the flowers of his choosing,
    as his wishes never mattered to begin with.

    Somewhere lost inside our own eternal conquest
    Struggling, fighting for some sense of reason
    Though, still, you cannot define your existence
    You no longer care
    And decide to resign yourself
    To the eternal flow of this damned river

    You know you’re going mad
    You just choose to do nothing about it
    And you sit back
    Laughing
    at the banality of it all
     

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