gavin Posted August 27, 2009 Report Share Posted August 27, 2009 I read the intoxicants of your poem, Very slowly, it was dream then like landing. Then grapple with the mind, in its multitude. It was heartfelt atmosphere, it dissolves you, In the language, gavin Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gavin Posted August 27, 2009 Report Share Posted August 27, 2009 The old galley, in all hell she, the captain waded in gut temper sour, All full of sin against, then to ingest another board side this hour, With hat on head, musket dead on demand he shout his command our Captain, looking at the life thinking, hanging there against the fire power, Thorough the ghostly mist came into tame the sea smoked kissed, The sleep, seas sleep cannon board side and on cannon firing missed, Across the sail, then the gut wail, all changing the sail, as the cannon ball hissed, The buccaneers, against the mutineers, hell cheers, swords crossed, The skull and cross bones, the lull sets the tone, ships manoeuvre grown, To on the deck, cannon tooled firing and on, the square rigged moan, In the all distant a storm of intent, all hell bent at all speed, thunder drone, In on the battle, then on the rattle of sail, ill turmoil boil, lightening thrown, At the sails and nails, the flag ship rails, now broken everyone saw, The mighty tempest, to the main mast fall, from the blast tore, These men of war, who manned the man of war, at each other over war, Go down below the sea, to feel the rain on more, stay on more, the sun no more, Their sea all splendour, nautical tenders them to the sea, valiantly, Neither punished, nor furnished, with goods worldly, for tempest play, with you stray, your ships who stray wildly, For no more, will ashore you walk or in talk, to your family, And from the land, there stand to the toll of the church bell, The families, manacle to poor, stand ashore with nothing more to tell. Only the clothes on their backs, emit one last breath of atonement nell, Standing dog quite, looking out at the sea toward the floating souls. gavin Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saffron Posted September 12, 2009 Author Report Share Posted September 12, 2009 busy busy busy no time to think is this a good thing or hiding a chink in the psychy of me I turn my hand to all things a jack of all trades but a master of none so is this personal aid or a block out of some of the thoughts that I feel who knows but at the mo I feel alive and with purpose how long this lasts who knows, it may end when faced with the real world saffron Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
toaster Posted September 12, 2009 Report Share Posted September 12, 2009 Loving the poetry I wrote this not long ago, few months ago maybe. There are far too many it's dedicated to to possibly mention them all am sure people will be able to relate. STOP IT!!! Don't put limits on your expectations for I'm tired of being greeted with hesitations Shocked beyond words when you thought that you knew, then to add to my burden I feel guilty about you Making excuses or ignore me completely, so many of you simply choose to delete me Some of you linger, attempting to stay, but as you hear more then you back away Don't you know that it hurts me, promises broken? Reinforces beliefs that I shouldn't have spoken In leaving you simply add to my list, so when new people come I start to resist YOU walk away but I get the blame, you add to those feelings of excruciating shame You tell me my childhood was pain beyond pain, but why do you say this, what's there to gain? All of those things were all that I knew, but now I am questionning them, all thanks to you This makes me worse, rips at my soul, then I get the judgement when I lose control So now I stay silent, pretend not to care but it stays in mind, it's constantly there 'It's not your fault' is hard to believe when people choose to constantly leave Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saffron Posted September 13, 2009 Author Report Share Posted September 13, 2009 thanks for sharing Toaster. I felt that I really understood what you were saying. sometimes I think that people just have to understand things in their own way and this releases you to be able to focus on what you want in life. dont be scared of how you feel you have every right the waves of feelings going through your whole being, day and night, you toss and turn but still can not find contentment and peace in mind another day passes you by what do I really want 'Im not too sure' I sigh so I thought and thought about my feelings and needs and come with one thing nothing comes without a fight nothing is too out of sight nothing can control you but you and only you Saffron Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Roses Posted September 13, 2009 Report Share Posted September 13, 2009 That spoke to me Saffron. Thank you xxxxx Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saffron Posted October 21, 2009 Author Report Share Posted October 21, 2009 the empty pages of an open book, the tearless cries of the dried up brook, the neither high or neither low stuck inbetween any emotiononal flow, there is breathing and the eyes do see but no reaction from inside of me, search for triggers to test myself but what will that resolve? mental health? saffron Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saffron Posted December 26, 2009 Author Report Share Posted December 26, 2009 whats to come im sitting here thinking, what about this year I think its time to break free Im looking to move on, give some time to me, feel the need to explore what might be out of reach, but I will try anyway. show me new things show me new ways show whats to come. saffron Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dani Posted December 26, 2009 Report Share Posted December 26, 2009 sounds very positive xxx Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saffron Posted December 29, 2009 Author Report Share Posted December 29, 2009 thanks dani. somehwat out of reach, but I can dream.. Ive been trying and hoping. if you have hope? someday I wonder is having hope, hopeless? Well I have hope, I have dreams, someday I will get a break how I dont know but I will learn what it is, what do I have to do is a bit of a mistery Saffron Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saffron Posted December 29, 2009 Author Report Share Posted December 29, 2009 hey! can I ever get the jist of what is what will I ever understand why is why will I ever just take it in my stride seem unlikley, but still I try. will I ever see times as is will I ever keep a meaningful kiss will I have someone to support me stick up for me, love me, need me fight for my corner, my dignity! still, im sure something will happen it will come to me saffron x Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dani Posted December 29, 2009 Report Share Posted December 29, 2009 really like this saffron...im sure you will meet that someone xxxxx Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saffron Posted December 30, 2009 Author Report Share Posted December 30, 2009 You never know Saffron Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dani Posted December 30, 2009 Report Share Posted December 30, 2009 :) you'l have to write him one of your poems and win him over nothin more romantic than a love poem xx Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saffron Posted December 30, 2009 Author Report Share Posted December 30, 2009 haha, thanks Dani, firstly I have to find 'him', so wish me luck with that one, haha. Saffron :blink: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dani Posted December 30, 2009 Report Share Posted December 30, 2009 wishing you loasda luck!dont worry...he'l come to YOU xx Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gavin Posted January 3, 2010 Report Share Posted January 3, 2010 Her eyes-- I shall verbally respond, to your curiosities. They were the moon bright round and big, the sphinx stand silhouetted mote by eyelashes gentlemen! “This combination would pull any man through his fears” in those luminous years, life was one superannuation in every pocket and know unworthy ideas feared enter the head, liver, kidneys happy, one is a man who can take the insolent strut, the brash voices, the cheeky air, even the web footed prejudices of authority, she was the daughter of a Asiatic chief, virgin purity untamable , walked with lemur agility as if in the trees herself, every thing a traveling carriage needed for the journey. Gentlemen I was smitten, wanted to remove her under garments Detective factuality’s on the shelf, she would take all immunities and proper reserve to her accommodation, and zoology took over, she would pull me through her thorns, earth hunting every water hole, drinking her pleasure; gentlemen, then came the jealously, and in defiance of natural things killed her, and l sit before you ready to hang, gavin this place had dissappered from my mind i will crit everys bodies work and help them,, Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saffron Posted January 3, 2010 Author Report Share Posted January 3, 2010 thanks for sharing your poem Gavin. a temperous affair. you are good with words. ps (please dont crit mine thanks) Saffron Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gavin Posted January 4, 2010 Report Share Posted January 4, 2010 And tho' thou notest from thy safe recess Old Friends burn dim, like lamps in noisome air, saffron these words you wrote had me drippling from my mouth just wonderful Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
skp67 Posted January 6, 2010 Report Share Posted January 6, 2010 You Have To Stay Strong Have you ever felt like all hope is lost? Being so desperate, No matter the cost? Then listen now, To what I have to say, It'll give you hope, And might change your life today. Look back and remember, All the good memories forever. Think about the people you care, And the happy moments that you've shared. You have to stay strong, And give life another chance, Know that your needed, It could be your only defence. Always remember that, When things go wrong, It's not the end of the world, You have to stay strong. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gavin Posted January 7, 2010 Report Share Posted January 7, 2010 The sky ignited red, mock-orange the mountains reflect a Parthenon beauty clouds look like bones by means of a flirtatious wind All lubricating what’s left on earth? The trees possessed by arms make a prisoner of the breeze as if it a felon sway with a tensile hold Profane promises fade, from inside the partition of the hood Watched by a fermenting hoard The trap door spring open in athletic technique, in swiftness and violence too with in a foot above the grasses, governed by no hope the rope, the momentum compelling the neck to dislocates a pagan idol oscillating in seizure (what is it?)A witch and whore! the culling of bad women must be done? Her cleavage is dead no longer alluring. Who did you hang at twilight, those children mother? gavin Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dani Posted January 7, 2010 Report Share Posted January 7, 2010 wow gavin...its like ur telling a story... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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