Ardent Moon
November 21st 2007 07:07
Bagman's Gazette - Punctuation is Optional
Bullamakanka is a bent and twisted old man who does not have a cat. He does
have five goannas though and a possum who lives in the wall. None of them
help with the writing, the lazy buggers.
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The Sea
November 13th 2007 07:50
Writing poetry has been described as various things. From, ‘A gateway to the heart/soul to manic depression’.
Me, I’m a reluctant poet, probably because poetry is driven by life’s experiences. Not all are sweet and light. There are the dark, the things that eat at your soul, defile your inner being. And yet, these things from the darkest pits can inspire love poems.
Of course, what a poem means to the reader is totally subjective. They love it, hate it, rave about it.
So what! Do they understand what you felt? Do they smile and say ‘Oh, how clever you are’, then turn away and say the same thing to the bus boy?
Is it a complement, or, just not wishing to hurt you feelings? How can you tell when you have left a mark on a persons consciousness?
‘The Sea’ is a poem that I wrote some time ago. It has the distinction of the highest praise I have ever received for a poem. Not because the person raved about it, but, because she said, ‘That poem made me feel suicidal’. I had truly reached into a persons soul and twisted it.
Personally I like the poem, I can’t see anything suicidal about it. My family has a long history with the sea.
So you have been warned. Love it or loath it, tell me what you think.
The Sea mp3
Me, I’m a reluctant poet, probably because poetry is driven by life’s experiences. Not all are sweet and light. There are the dark, the things that eat at your soul, defile your inner being. And yet, these things from the darkest pits can inspire love poems.
Of course, what a poem means to the reader is totally subjective. They love it, hate it, rave about it.
So what! Do they understand what you felt? Do they smile and say ‘Oh, how clever you are’, then turn away and say the same thing to the bus boy?
Is it a complement, or, just not wishing to hurt you feelings? How can you tell when you have left a mark on a persons consciousness?
‘The Sea’ is a poem that I wrote some time ago. It has the distinction of the highest praise I have ever received for a poem. Not because the person raved about it, but, because she said, ‘That poem made me feel suicidal’. I had truly reached into a persons soul and twisted it.
Personally I like the poem, I can’t see anything suicidal about it. My family has a long history with the sea.
So you have been warned. Love it or loath it, tell me what you think.
The Sea mp3
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White Line
November 12th 2007 12:07
Slip on the leathers and wheel out the bike
turn the key the beast comes to life
the road sings its siren song
White line white line white line
It’s like a mantra as I pull on my gloves
slip on my helmet
Hit the road
White line white line white line
Out in the country
a good winding road
that siren song
White line white line white line
I twist the throttle
lean into the wind
and chant my mantra
White line white line white line
White lines beneath my wheels
pass ever faster
I am their master
White line white line white line
I know every turn
every hill
twist the throttle further
White line white line white line
Laying on the tank
I pass one-fifty
into a sweeping bend
White line white line white line
Down a hill
I back off
for a tight left
White line white line white line
A straight ahead
roll it on
one-sixty
White line white line white line
One-eighty
roll it on
two hundred
White line white line white line
Up the hill
backing off
for a sweeping S bend
White line white line white line
Find the line
roll it on
over the hill
White line white line kangaroo
Sky ground trees
sky again
road
White line white line flat line
White Line mp3
turn the key the beast comes to life
the road sings its siren song
White line white line white line
It’s like a mantra as I pull on my gloves
slip on my helmet
Hit the road
White line white line white line
Out in the country
a good winding road
that siren song
White line white line white line
I twist the throttle
lean into the wind
and chant my mantra
White line white line white line
White lines beneath my wheels
pass ever faster
I am their master
White line white line white line
I know every turn
every hill
twist the throttle further
White line white line white line
Laying on the tank
I pass one-fifty
into a sweeping bend
White line white line white line
Down a hill
I back off
for a tight left
White line white line white line
A straight ahead
roll it on
one-sixty
White line white line white line
One-eighty
roll it on
two hundred
White line white line white line
Up the hill
backing off
for a sweeping S bend
White line white line white line
Find the line
roll it on
over the hill
White line white line kangaroo
Sky ground trees
sky again
road
White line white line flat line
White Line mp3
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Something else (LINK)
November 10th 2007 19:12
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Goodby
November 9th 2007 12:41
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Can’t Bury the Tales - The Politicians Tale
November 6th 2007 11:53
The politicians tale is one of woe and
A litany of promises written in sand
He journeys upon the election trail[ Click here to read more ]
A litany of promises written in sand
He journeys upon the election trail
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Magic II
October 28th 2007 02:39
Love is a form of magic. The first meeting, the first fleeting touch, the first kiss. These all are magical moments. But being in love can lead to other magic in the natural world.
There was a girl. I met her at the beach. Love is such an easy thing to fall into at seventeen. It’s the magic, you see. We had good times together[ Click here to read more ]
There was a girl. I met her at the beach. Love is such an easy thing to fall into at seventeen. It’s the magic, you see. We had good times together
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Freedom
October 22nd 2007 11:54
A gate is a division
Is one side in and the other out
One side safe the other not[ Click here to read more ]
Is one side in and the other out
One side safe the other not
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