Fresh Poetry Thread

[herebynightfall]

One that starts here on Page One.
NEW RULE: Ya can't post here without submitting a poem.
ie: not even responses to posts, without a fitting poem.

Thought this was fitting to start.

Gandalf writes this in a letter to Frodo before they leave the shire.

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

[pollock]

Dust of Snow
by Robert Frost


The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.


:)
F

[herebynightfall]

Until Then

my life as I know it
my independant escape
so confusing, so I blow it.
just to ignore the pain.

the hurt is self-inflicted
but no scars to show it
my brain must be scarred though
from the constant hold
always constricted

I'll still live for the purpose of my life
fight for the innocent & weak
they deserve a modern savior
until come back their king

bless-ed are the meek
they'll recieve their due
I'll deal with my pain, for them, for it all
for that door of sacrifice
is well worth walking through

[angeldust]

Bunny

I am a little bunny,
My nose is green and runny,
And if you think it's funny,
Well it's snot!!

:D:D:D

[nuit]

An Oath

(An Oath wrtitten during the Dawn Meditation)

Aiwaz! Confirm my troth with thee ! my will inspire
With secret sperm of subtle, free, creating Fire!
Mould thou my very flesh as Thine, renew my birth
In childhood merry as divine, enchenated earth!
Dissolve my rapture in Thine own, a sacred slaugther
Whereby to capture and atone the soul of water!
Fill thou my mind with gleaming Thought intense and rare
To One refined, outflung to naught, the Word of Air!
Most, bridal bound, my quintessentil Form thus freeing
From self, be found one Selfhood blent in Spirit Being.

Aleister Crowley

[lemonique]

I know I cannot enter all you feel
Nor bear with you the burden of your pain,
I can but offer what my love does give:
The strength of caring..............
This I do in quiet ways
That on your lonely path
You may not walk alone.

Howard Thurman

[gravityhero23]

It's perfectly ok to be confused
about your own destiny,
desires and death
status, spirituality and success,

aloof of times sublime expanse –
before and after breath in trance.

For what goes up + out
doesn't always come back down.

In rest be assured
If the sage's gnosis becomes flawed
Sky and sleep may switch stations,
inconvenience the stores -

Shock-stock nation states
Unlimited supply on remand,

Adjust,

account,

supplant to unite

once wise lords, solemn and bored
now take flight

in common cause -

out of the head
stretches a hand,
swaps crowns for thorns.

Torn feathers are reborn,
in hope to suffer scorn

A plumed phoenix falls
and feels the toil of the land

Reptiles become mammals

In once serene desert sands.


All the while a cross dressing secreting clown,
Laughs a lie out load
Then gives birth to an Earth

Free of doubts + frowns

Where temples and churches are muddy mounds

Illuminating all with no lights or sounds.

Kristian Zwart

[rossus]

LEAH SUBLIME - ALEISTAR CROWLEY 1910

Leah Sublime,
Goddess above me!
Snake of the slime
Alostrael, love me!
Our master, the devil
Prospers the revel.
Tread with your foot
My heart til it hurt!
Tread on it, put
The smear of your dirt
On my love, on my shame
Scribble your name!
Straddle your Beast
My Masterful Bitch
With the thighs of you greased
With the Sweat of your Itch!
Spit on me, scarlet
Mouth of my harlot!
Now from your wide
Raw cunt, the abyss,
Spend spouting the tide
Of your sizzling piss
In my mouth; oh my Whore
Let it pour, let it pour!
You stale like a mare
And fart as you stale;
Through straggled wet hair
You spout like a whale.
Splash the manure
And piss from the sewer.
Down to me quick
With your tooth on my lip
And your hand on my prick
With feverish grip
My life as it drinks—
How your breath stinks!
Your hand, oh unclean
Your hand that has wasted
Your love, in obscene
Black masses, that tasted
Your soul, it’s your hand!
Feel my prick stand!
Your life times from lewd
Little girl, to mature
Worn whore that has chewed
Your own pile of manure.
Your hand was the key to—
And now your frig me, too!
Rub all the much
Of your cunt on me, Leah
Cunt, let me suck
All your glued gonorrhea!
Cunt without end!
Amen! til you spend!
Cunt! you have harboured
All dirt and disease
In your slimy unbarbered
Loose hole, with its cheese
And its monthlies, and pox
You chewer of cocks!
Cunt, you have sucked
Up pricks, you squirted
Out foetuses, fucked
Til bastards you blurted
Out into space—
Spend on my face!
Rub all your gleet away!
Envenom the arrow.
May your pox eat away
Me to the marrow.
Cunt you have got me;
I love you to rot me!
Spend again, lash me!
Leah, one spasm
Scream to splash me.
Slime of the chasm
Choke me with spilth
Of your sow-belly’s filth.
Stab your demoniac
Smile to my brain!
Soak me in cognac
Cunt and cocaine;
Sprawl on me! Sit
On my mouth, Leah, shit!
Shit on me, slut!
Creamy the curds
That drip from your gut!
Greasy the turds!
Dribble your dung
On the tip of my tongue!
Churn on me, Leah!
Twist on your thighs!
Smear diarrhoea
Into my eyes!
Splutter out shit
From the bottemless pit.
Turn to me, chew it
With me, Leah, whore!
Vomit it, spew it
And lick it once more.
We can make lust
Drunk on disgust.
Splay out your gut,
Your ass hole, my lover!
You buggering slut,
I know where to shove her!
There she goes, plumb
Up the foul Bitch’s bum!
Sackful of skin
And bone, as I speak
I’ll bugger your grin
Into a shriek.
Bugger you, slut
Bugger your gut!
Wriggle, you hog!
Wrench at the pin!
Wrench at it, drag
It half out, suck it in!
Scream, you hog dirt, you!
I want it to hurt you!
Beast-Lioness, squirt
From your Cocksucker’s hole!
Belch out the dirt
From your Syphillis soul.
Splutter foul words
Through your supper of turds!
May the Devil our lord, your
Soul scribble over
With sayings of ordure!
Call me your lover!
Slave of the gut
Of the arse of a slut!
Call me your sewer
Of spilth and snot
Your fart-sniffer, chewer
Of the shit in your slot.
Call me that as you rave
In the rape of your slave.
Fuck! Shit! Let me come
Alostrael—Fuck!
I’ve spent in your bum.
Shit! Give me the muck
From my whore’s arse, slick
Dirt of my prick!
Eat it, you sow!
I’m your dog, fuck, shit!
Swallow it now!
Rest for a bit!
Satan, you gave
A crown to a slave.
I am your fate, on
Your belly, above you.
I swear it by Satan
Leah, I love you.
I’m going insane
Do it again!
a "beautiful" piece of "art" by the unsatanic ( :rolleyes: ) Aleister Crowley (http://www.davidicke.com/forum/showthread.php?t=15677)

[danucrom]

Mé Éba, ben Ádaim uill.

Mé Éba, ben Ádaim uill
mé ro sáraig Ísu thall
mé ro thall nem ar mo chloinn
cóir is mé do-chóid sa crann.
Ropa lem rígtheg dom réir
olc in míthoga rom-thár
olc in cosc cinad rom-chrín
for-ír! ni h-idan mo lám.
Mé tuc in n-uball an-úas
do-chúaid tar cumang mo chraís
in céin marat-sam re lá
de ní scarat mná re baís.

________________________

[peachped]

John Lillison, England's Greatest One-Armed Poet, as read by Dr. Michael Hfuhruhurr:

* "In Dillman's Grove"

In Dillman's Grove, our love did die,
And now in ground shall ever lie.
None could e'er replace her visage,
Until your face brought thoughts of kissage.

[helloperator]

Tomorrow

Tomorrow we will see the sun unbroken
From the backs of the mountains to the depths of the oceans
It will shine on the world to lead the way
They will all know where to go on this bright fine day

And when darkness takes the light and covers it up
All the people will rest easy coz they got where they want
There's a perfect world that's waiting for you
Every single morning if you want it to

[carlg1212]

I'm a musician, but I can't sing.

If I wrote music, would some of you guys read poetry as lyrics? I'm thinking melodramatic punk rock-type fusion...in 4-4. I'm fucking dead serious.

[gravityhero23]

sounds good to me Carlg1212 - and i'm sirius lol