Poetry by Twebers

[Xru]

Hear, hear!

[Xru]

The long dark hallway,
through my house of broken dreams
the mirror is broken, the glass is fallen
the piano doesn't play

The barre's are cracked
The voice does not sing
The musk I can smell,
In my house of broken dreams

The pages are scattered
The pen is out of ink
The floors creak the walls are crumbling
In my house of broken dreams

What was it worth anyway?
It never was to be
I am all alone,
In my house of broken dreams

Ouch

[Xru]

I be mighty impressed.

Hears one I just started and will finish later:

Once upon a midnight dreary
While I pondered weak and weary
While I nodded nearly napping
Suddenly there came a tapping
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Obviously, I'm slinging BS once again. I did however have everyone of the 18 stanzas memorized at one time.

[fm93]

Once upon an early morning, as I slumbered, softly snoring...

[Cow Poke]

roses are red
violets are blue
some poems rhyme
but this'n don't

[fm93]

I rhyme on a dime all the time. My lines are so finely designed, they're practically divine.

[Sparko]

Hickory Dickory Dock
The Mouse ran up the clock.
But then he got caught in the gears and ground into hamburger meat and it took 3 days to clean out the clock again.

[Catholicity]

Once upon a midnight dreary
While I pondered weak and weary
While I nodded nearly napping
Suddenly there came a tapping
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Dude you forgot to credit the Author

[Catholicity]

In Sweet Surrender,
of love once not spoken.
Hush, in the silence of my soul.
Yet I dare not speak,
In fear I hold myself in silence.
For what is said cannot be unsaid
what is done cannot be undone.

In silence I hold my dreams
kept secret known only to me.
Hush now my heart,
The birds are singing.
They sing my song for me.
Perhaps one day, I'll sing it for myself.

[Cow Poke]

spring has sprung
the grass has riz
i wonder where
the posies is

[Catholicity]

All in good time CP, We can expect the Azaleas here in about two weeks if our weather keeps up

[pancreasman]

A Contradiction went out walking
On a day so fair and sweet
And saw himself come walking back
On the far side of the street.
He tried to hide his massive bulk
Behind a handy tree
But his other self did just the same
Paradoxically.

[shunyadragon]

Father's Day should not be passed by without a poem in memory of my own Father.

Oh Father!

I remember when I saw you last,
your light fading, a ship sailing into the mist.
sails trimmed in the light breeze,
feeling for the last reef.

Our voyage was not close,
two ships sailing abreast at half sail.
Gammy birds maneuvering in the wind.
Shouting distance, but not too close.

Your greatest desire was to fly,
Canada to the Pacific you served
faith was in Pratt & Whitney,
whether DeHaveland or PBY,

You never sold a car or plane,
you would ever admit to have owned
Each month the Newspaper read:
Pilot transferred must sell, 1966 Ford Fairlane

You played to avoid taking the queen.
In our parley for the most or the least
neither of us could tame the beast,
always take one or two to stay abeam.

I talked with you from time to time of beyond.
Immortality rested in your children’s children.
Fears of hell and purgatory or the vain desire of heaven
faded with winter’s gale when you entered harbor sound.

The end came peacefully in the night.
The luck of the Irish dealt you right,
a full house, three Kings and a pair of Queens
A journey we all take without reason’s light

[shunyadragon]

Venus shrugs. . . maybe

We will not see this again until 2117
We?, whose we? We will never see this again.

Limited time only . . .
Watch a live broadcast of the transit of Venus in front of the sun.

The effect won’t be visually impressive to see,
But the black dot against the sun will be a remarkable thing to see . . .

Internet locks up as billions try to watch, . . .
A black dot sloooowly glide across the sun, grass grows. . .

No one really sees it except the blind man sleeping under the bridge.
For others more in touch with reality it is . . .

Zumax Mania or . . . ouch Finger Cutter on the Ipad, or
Clear the area, got Hot Hot Babes on the Blackberry.

Venus shrugs, ah . . . I thought . . .
Damn, internet froze again.

[Ben Zwycky]

Copied over from the D&D thread where I first posted it:


Wisdom

Heavy steps that trudge across the unforgiving ground,
Wading through a sea of curiosities.
Missing the eternal all around,
Distracted by the screams of urgent vanities.

A moment to reflect upon the rock on which we stand;
Covered with an earthen layer, but solid nonetheless;
Like a mighty and uncompromising great paternal hand
That offers its support in times of stress.

What will dissipate the mist and enable us to see
The glory and the constancy of truth?
Will we listen to that message, or mock with childish glee
That its courier is brazen or uncouth?

Let us come and contemplate the noble mysteries
That occupied the great minds of the past.
Appreciate their insights and the human boundaries
They pushed back with thoughts that were to last.

Don’t just contemplate, but contribute, go that extra mile,
Lay another brick in that great tower;
Our minds were made for more than just observing with a wistful smile
The terror of a man’s unbridled power.

The little things we each can do to tip the scales back towards
A saner and a brighter world tomorrow and today;
Not doing it for fame or other temporal but fine rewards
But simply taking joy in doing things the proper way.