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Daily Poetry

 
  

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Captain Zoom
19:54 / 08.12.01
Sat down and tried to write and realized what a sad shape my creative muscles are in. So I'm going to write one piece of poetry a day and post it here. Join if you'd like. Mock if you'd like. I don't care. The only reason I'm doing it here is that if I've told you lot, I'll feel more like I should do it.

Zoom.

Day One, Dec. 8 2001

bleakly devoted to you
i mean it's love in a detrimental sense
a whisper like sandpaper on a chalkboard
a caress like a knife
like a cold, dark knife
like a cold and deadly and dark knife
sadly watching your every breath
compiling the ways you move me away
staining me with terrifying cleanliness
so clean i can almost see through myself
so clean i almost can't see myself
for you.

[ 16-12-2001: Message edited by: Captain Zoom ]
 
 
Captain Zoom
18:23 / 09.12.01
Day Two, Dec. 9, 2001

vision in the purple night
flows around my fluid mind
taking hold of nothing in the everything i feel
time slows, flowing out of my head
leaving only the now
shaking sense of self and selflessness i feel
tracking the movements of a stationary
moment.
 
 
Captain Zoom
01:00 / 11.12.01
Day Three, Dec. 10, 2001

heartbeats on your chest
reverberations of ecstacy
moist and soft curled into a ball
sinking into the bed, into sleep
 
 
Hush
05:25 / 11.12.01
I like this. I'll join in shortly.

Good game.
 
 
Captain Zoom
20:32 / 11.12.01
Day Four, Dec. 11, 2001

beautiful
amazing
revolutionary
bountiful
elevating
luminous
incredible
thoughtful
heartfelt
 
 
grant
12:26 / 12.12.01
you like us. you really, really like us.

best one yet.
 
 
Captain Zoom
12:46 / 12.12.01
cheers mate.

Zoom.
 
 
Captain Zoom
19:15 / 12.12.01
Day Five, Dec. 12, 2001

Four Seasons

the mud upon shoes
the rain dancing on windows
the breath of rebirth

ground cries for water
stream slows from gush to trickle
long cool nights breathe life

leaves in orange glow
red to brown to grass they fall
carpet on the ground

grey skies and snow fall
sparkling and pristine world
new life coming soon

[ 12-12-2001: Message edited by: Captain Zoom ]
 
 
NotBlue
09:24 / 13.12.01


[ 13-12-2001: Message edited by: Duncan ]
 
 
Joe Annis
09:24 / 13.12.01
Callow

It's the small smiles that make me shimmer
The elegant eye glances that slyly slip by
It's optical flirting, without any intention
or any expectation of being drawn in.

So what am I doing in this conversation
who am I being, why do I lie?
It feels like love for thirtyfive seconds
Then I don't give a toss.

And walk by.
 
 
deja_vroom
09:24 / 13.12.01
Ok, my turn:
THE EGG WITHOUT TONGUE

I

Something
Slowly
Bursts.

II

The day
Injects itself as a needle
In the muscles of time.

The tongue
It`s a cavernous body.
It`s a piston.

III

The egg without tongue
In the vestibule of things.
Has eyes that demand retins,
Soon.

IV

Weight kisses itself,
Blossoms
In soft layers,
Onward, hanging.

(Gravity gapes).

V

Egg and spore
Slowly
Placenta.

Something swims
Slowly to the beach.
 
 
Captain Zoom
15:30 / 13.12.01
Day 6, Dec. 13, 2001

Oh fair my love who calls to me
A voice that steals my heart away
So fair a face has graced thee
Loveliness that shames the day

Upon my arm your hand alights
Nought will I fear with you close by
Though dark the days or cold the nights
My spirit soars unto the sky

Now tremulous my voice appears
To make to you a promise true
No words I need, your lips I near
A kiss will seal my bond to you

When words they fail the wise man shows
A kiss will tell what a lover knows.

[ 13-12-2001: Message edited by: Captain Zoom ]
 
 
grant
16:22 / 13.12.01
I'm in love with Jade's words.
 
 
Enamon
03:45 / 14.12.01
i came around the bend
sticky sheets
bend rhymes with hand
ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!
five ha!'s
fear or respect or both my kung fu
i am fu manchu
 
 
Francine I
04:18 / 14.12.01
quote:Originally posted by grant:
I'm in love with Jade's words.


Me too.
 
 
Joe Annis
06:53 / 14.12.01
The Day we went to Imber

It was with caution I met the news that my dad was taking me out for the day.
I thought something must be wrong but couldn't work out what.
It was odd just sitting in the car with him
he seemed distracted, but was listening

So I told him about Superman

Superman wasn't his real name, but only his real parents called him that.
He was strong but he never killed anyone
He could fly but there was good science behind that
(you know this business with the coloured suns)

We drove past the places that had been houses
but then been chosen for tank target practice.
It was a grey dull day, the one day of the year
that people who had lived here where allowed back.

Superman had foster parents here on earth.
I don't think they knew what they had taken on
But never gave up on their alarming child
(Think how hard to raise an alien son)

This is the church, they try to miss that,
and hits to the graveyard are always ploughed flat.
They may have tested poison gasses here
We can only drive through with the windows shut

And Dad, he can be killed, he know what it's like
To fear and weaken, to face the loss of live or love
There are strong, evil clever men who want him dead
and use all five forms of kryptonite.

Is that all you want to talk about? This bright sad vision
of a made up world. You won't get on at school by reading that
Son's aren't saved by being shot into the sky
There are no gifts that mean a man can fly.

Maybe I botched it; We never tried to talk again
And teens rushed in, and the shadow of divorce
Maybe he was content to be a distant angry man
for twenty years until my mother died.
 
 
deja_vroom
08:54 / 14.12.01


oh hi. I'm here all week, thanks!
 
 
grant
12:03 / 14.12.01
and now joe has broken my heart.
 
 
deja_vroom
12:21 / 14.12.01
quote:He could fly but there was good science behind that
(you know this business with the coloured suns)


Amazing.
 
 
pacha perplexa
15:42 / 14.12.01
(can I come in?)

I saw your eyes today
becoming green when they were supposed to be brown.

I usually fight the urge to look deep into them,
'cause there's always the risk of loosing control and sense.
But today, my goodness... Turning away from your eyes was almost offensive.
I had to say something, one of those nothings I say
when I want to hide the everythings,
so I could be safe.
Don't you get marvelled when you look at yourself in the mirror?
Or is it just me?
That must be it.
My eyes fool me.

And yours are getting green when they were supposed to be brown.
 
 
pacha perplexa
15:44 / 14.12.01
quote:Originally posted by grant:
I'm in love with Jade's words.


I'm in love with Jade.

 
 
Captain Zoom
19:51 / 14.12.01
Day 7, Dec. 14, 2001

Crimson
Ah shit it's all just red
It's flowing off my tongue
It's staining the car seat
fuck
get it off get it off GETITOFF!
it's howling like a wounded glove
screaming like a dying whore
god forsaken droplets of leisure and hell
dimly
as if with purpose
creeping
into
my
thoughts
they're crimson
GETTHEMOUTGETTHEMOUTGETTHEMOUT
 
 
deja_vroom
22:51 / 14.12.01
by pacha:
quote:I`m in love with Jade
So let`s snuggle!!


Sorry, what I was trying to say was:
 
 
Saint Keggers
01:46 / 15.12.01
She haunted me,
again,
tonight.
She taunted me,
licking flames through my dreams
She haunted me,
She taunted me with curses
and screams
With smiles and glances
With visions and intentions
lost to the night.
She taunts me still
but I am enjoying it more
because it is her
 
 
Captain Zoom
17:54 / 15.12.01
Day 8, Dec. 15, 2001

I am a rock
I am a solid object you cannot move
I am a hard and lonely stone
I am a rock

I am a breeze
I am fluid ever changing
I am cold and I am warm
I am a breeze

I am a spark
I am quick and filled with heat
I am the forerunner to disaster
I am a spark

I am a river
I am fresh and full of vigour
I am life in the wilderness
I am a river.


-And here's a love poem I wrote years ago and thought was nice so I'll share:

today
another
reason
appeared.
 
 
destitute queen
22:16 / 15.12.01
Captain Zoom, your verse is wonderful.

I especially enjoyed Day 3 and Day 6.

Thankyou and Keep them coming.
 
 
Captain Zoom
14:10 / 16.12.01
Thanks Limbo.

Zoom.
 
 
bio k9
18:07 / 16.12.01
beautiful silver needle
pumping life
into threaded vein

so I
can relax
in the warmth

of sleep
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
18:14 / 16.12.01
Yeah, nice one, Cap'n!

Okay, my go now:


The words stray from me and I am failing

Once more; the veils drawing
Over the clear sight I possessed once

(Maybe twice. I get lucky sometimes.)

An injunction to make wounds of my words;
An injunction to pass so quietly no one will be harmed;
An injunction to be harder; softer; darker; brighter;

And I know that these things obscure, but in tearing them away
I find that I have seized up a handful of fresh confusion-
But all those voices come to me and say:

Ah, yes, but don’t you see
How well the colour of this, this new veil
Suits the outlook today?

And if we cannot see you through it, well,

Shine harder.


[ 16-12-2001: Message edited by: Mordant C@rnival ]
 
 
Captain Zoom
18:58 / 16.12.01
Day 9, Dec. 16, 2001

Strange spiders crawl through
the empty cavities of my cave
where shining on the walls
I see the play that guides me
To my reward.
They scuttle, more like crabs
before disappearing in the murk
and though the play goes on and on
I long to follow them
Into the dark.
I see them glinting, whispers, hinting
hear them calling in their secret tongue
the light surrounding lets me slip away
to go with them, through the spaces
Into the holes.

Slipping through the holes
Sliding like a wet snake
Clicking and clacking, snickering as I fall
Into the dark
Into my reward.


-small aside, I'm really enjoying everyone's contributions. The variety of experience and style is quite inspirational.

Zoom.

[ 22-12-2001: Message edited by: Captain Zoom ]
 
 
deja_vroom
08:38 / 17.12.01
I hope the translation is OK:

Silence Is A Blackbird

Raindrops let themselves drip
With some parsimony
Rain takes its time, undecided
Holds its breath yet a while.

A soft, constant blowing
Upon the asphalt's nervous centers
Causes to blossom - flowers and bones
In an uncontrollable shiver.

Silence is a blackbird
Which is everywhere.
It rests upon electric poles
In smooth automobile machineries.

Traffic flows as if blood:
Viscous, thick and sparkling.
Cars move and dream,
Sleepwalking metallic cows.

A subtle lightning
Tears off a temporary scar
Just to disappear thereafter.
It doesn't make the slightest noise.

The small things rejoice
Start an attempt to dance.
They're paperclips, matchboxes.
They are mushrooms, plastic bags.
 
 
deja_vroom
08:44 / 17.12.01
I think I posted this one already in a other thread, for Whisky Priestess, but I don't think she saw it:

THE JADE EMPEROR

I

I was
The jade Emperor
Commanding the legions
And the lines and patterns of the palace
And the topiary.

I was
A priviledged angle
To watch the scene of treachery
And murder.

And more,
Through the gardens and corridors,
Scented in sandalwood
In the Sunday morning,
I was
Flowers kept in the shut mouth
Of the animal which was killed by the arrow.

II

And whatever is the Sun
And whatever is it that the sky is made with
In this imperial morning?

III

The Imperial Ghost-Police
Found the bodies
Of the lovers, dried up,
Horrid eyes in despair, drinking
The last drop of poison,
Fingernails ripping the flesh
Of what passed as being love,
Born unnoticed between the preparations
For the imperial wedding party.

The relations of the outside things
With the greenish body of the jade Emperor
Gives him the measure of pain that a monarch can endure
In being a monarch of jade.

IV

Little adorned box
Covered with gems and sweet woman`s scorn.
Gold and jewels, and empty, kept
Uncomfortably
In the jade Emperor`s trachea.
By means of a troublesome expedient
The Emperor, with a smile,
Sits upright between the cushions
And tries to find the adequate position
for Pain In The Trachea.
But the light, coming from outside the castle,
With legs wide spread, cries and shoots in despair,
And hurts
And hurts again and still,
For several times in the following days
Will crush under its heels
The eyes for shedding tears.

V

The Emperor wakes up
Shapeshifts into someone important
And His face is a mask
To follow in the TV-box
The long speechs to come
And the stunned looks in the servant`s faces.
He tells with vivacity and style
The story heard from the mouth of the monster Gila,
About the colossal beetle that will devour the Earth,
Starting from the edges.
It is late in the jade palace,
And those who were born in the Century of History
Are named after extinct flowers.

VI

One day the Emperor woke up with thirst,
And His hooves drank from the rivers.
One day the Emperor woke up with hunger,
And He devoured His right hand.

VII

"It`s going to be such a beautiful day",
Thought an imperial warrior,
"But one needs to be strong and live".
There is a woman
In Mandchury
Who has sons and daughters, and a river and a house
And daguerreotypes
Showing funny family scenes.
The warrior devours the scene with his eyes, and feels dizzy.
He is taken care of by the woman,
Who says her name is "Lian".
The warrior throws away his helmet
And runs
And runs across the plains,
And turns into a horse,
Then into warrior again,
But he can`t turn into a man
He can`t become human,
So he tries to become
A typewriter, airplane pilot, comic book hero,
Panic in the main hall!!
The woman`s children grab him by his legs,
As if playing,
And they fall in the river.
Far away, the jade Emperor walks by,
Obscuring the Sun with His jade head.

VIII

It`s night,
The children sleep,
And love was made
By those who had
Love to be made
At night.
But the terrible Green Monarch
Walks by with His old mineral feet,
Waking up the swans by the pool,
And the dead cooks in the castle`s pantry.

And the noise
Will bring nightmares
To ride those
Who don`t deserve them.
The Emperor forgives them all.
What authority does he have
To inflict damage upon them?

IX

Above,
In the clouds,
Exempt of color descriptions,
Something happens
Without being noticed,
And happens
Alone in the world.
Prevailing upon God`s existence.
Because it happens and no one is accountable,
But it happens alone.

(The Parchs enter the scene
And whisper in wailing chant:
"Woe to the Emperor! Woe to the Emperor!")

X.

Educated and dressed
The Emperor`s seven sons
Draw up in a line.
In an exaggerated tragic position,
Sammael
Galla
Behemoth
Leviathan
Maskim
Moloch
And Azazel
Behead themselves mutually.

But the Emperor turns His face
From the frightful scene
That takes form in His frightful face.
 
 
pacha perplexa
13:50 / 17.12.01
There was a crazy old woman there
(you'd say it's Mad Hettie,
but this is not London.
Remember?)
And she jumped, and twisted,
running in the middle of the street.
We tought we were safe,
as if safety from her would be safety from ourselves.
But then she came close to us.
She said you were not yourself,
while pointing a finger to you.
Was she accusing you?
Or simply stating a fact?
I don't think you cared,
cause she's not a psychiatrist,
just an old
mad
woman.
Remember?
 
 
pacha perplexa
13:52 / 17.12.01
I love it here.
 
 
Whisky Priestess
14:37 / 17.12.01
Thanks for that, Marquis. I really liked the blackbird one actually. What language are they translated from?
 
  

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