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Old 11-10-2005, 11:44 AM
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Originally posted by stubbornforgey
yes..my own work..poetry.com
katrina allen..auckland n.z..

i won a free trip to the prizegiving ..but had to come up with something close to 10,grand just to leave the country.
accomodation..food...travel insurance...sheesh..

The last one i wrote when i was an op in mirc..n i could see all the cyber love affairs going on..
was quite hilarious.

this one i wrote for my mum

my mother had a picture
on her dresser drawer
but yesterday i found it
laying on the floor..
the pictures of my father..
my nana n my sis..
each night before she goes to bed
she gave each one a kiss.
They left her here in sorrow
so many years ago
she is but a flower...
without them she can't grow
I tried to give her comfort..
n told her i was here..
but mother didnt notice
she simply didnt care..
my mother has a picture
on her dresser drawer..
Thats fucking sad...........i'm trying to ease into a nice three day weekend and you went and made me sad.
I'll just have to down a few extra beers to ease the sorrow.



it may be sad but its also very good.








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Old 11-10-2005, 12:33 PM
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I've always loved Diane DiPrima's rawness, so this is "My Lover's Eyes Are Nothing Like the Sun". It's a good flip on the old "like a red red rose" stuff.

These eyes are amber, they
have no pupils, they are filled
w/a blue light (fire).
They are the eyes of gods
the eyes of insects, straying
godmen of the galaxy, metallic
wings.
Those eyes were green
are still, sea green, or grey
their light
less defined. These sea-green
eyes spin dreams on the
palpable air. They are not yrs
or mine. It is as if the dead
saw thru our eyes, other for a moment
borrowed these windows, gazing.
We keep still. It is as if these windows
filled for a minute w/a different
light.

Not blue, not amber. But the curtain drawn
over our daily gaze is drawn aside.
Who are you, really. I have seen it
often enough, the naked
gaze of power. We "charge"
the other with it / the leap
into non-betrayal, a wind
w/ out sound we live in. Where
are we, really, climbing
the sides of buildings to peer in
like spiderman, at windows
not our own
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Old 11-10-2005, 04:24 PM
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Anthem For Doomed Youth by Wifred Owen


What passing-bells for those who die like cattle?
-Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,-
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
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Old 11-10-2005, 06:48 PM
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The Mad Gardner's Song
Lewis Carroll

He thought he saw an Elephant,
That practised on a fife:
He looked again ,and found it was
A letter from his wife.
'At length I realise,' he said,
The bitterness of Life!'

He thought he saw a Buffalo
Upon the chimney-piece:
He looked again,and found it was
His Sister's Husband's Niece
'Unless you leave this house,' he said
'I'll send for the Police!'

He thought he saw a Rattlesnake
That questioned him in Greek:
He looked again,and found it was
The Middle of Next Week.
'The one thing I regret,' he said,
'Is that it cannot speak!'

He thought he saw a Banker's Clerk
Descending from the bus:
He looked again,and found it was
A Hippopotamus.
'If this should stay to dine,' he said,
'There won't be much for us!'

He thought he saw a Kangaroo
That worked a coffee-mill:
He looked again,and found it was
A Vegetable-Pill.
'Were I to swallow this,' he said,
'I should be very ill!'

He thought he saw a Coach-and-Four
That stood beside his bed:
He looked again,and found it was
A Bear without a Head.
'Poor thing,' he said, 'poor silly thing!
It's waiting to be fed!'

He thought he saw an Albatross
That fluttered round the lamp:
He looked again,and found it was
A Penny-Postage Stamp.
'You'd best be getting home,' he said,
'The nights are very damp!'

He thought he saw a Garden-Door
That opened with a key:
He looked again,and found it was
A Double Rule of Three:
'And all it's mystery,' he said,
'Is clear as day to me!'

He thought he saw a Argument
That proved he was the Pope:
He looked again,and found it was
A Bar of Mottled Soap.
'A fact so dread,' he faintly said,
Extinguishes all hope!'
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Old 11-10-2005, 07:01 PM
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Another one from Byron


'All Is Vanity,' Saith the Preacher

Fame,wisdom,love,and power were mine,
And health and youth possessed me;
My goblets blushed from every vine,
And lovely forms caressed me;
I sunned my heart in beauty' eyes,
And felt my soul grow tender;
All the earth can give,or mortal prize,
Was mine of regal splendour.

I strive to number o'er what days
Remembrance can discover,
Which all that life or earth displays
Would lure me to live over.
There rose no day,there rolled no hour
Of pleasure unembittered;
And not a trapping decked my power
That galled not while it glittered.

The serpent of the field,by art
And spells,is won from harming;
But that which soils around the heart,
Oh! who hath power of charming?
It will not list to wisdom's lore,
Nor music's voice can lure it;
But there it stings for evermore
The soul that must endure it.
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