Poetry

[TaxiService]

haha

[Sven]

Shifting back to the actual topic of poetry, I've written a few. Helps when shit just becomes too much and you need some medium of expression that doesn't require constant revision.

An ode to vodka

a belly fills;
the warm tendrils of a nurturing mother
in the place of another
the other
they say;
is out of the picture,
told by others she is some sort of nigger
I think she is not;
just simply forgot,
to the simplicity of alcohol addiction

The Mona Lisa

Mona,
how your smile snares me
your innocent eyes bewitch me at night
but your smile; it holds more
the subtle inferrence of something just there
what would this be?
some mother, floating, slowly bled?
a daughter, seen but not heard?
Mona,
must you hold me here?
the perpetual darkness of a false understanding?
the branches of yourself twist around me.
nay to my schoolwork, nay to sociality.
nay to the world which once held me stable.
My dear Mona,
a time rover's wish perplexes me;
why go to see when your eyes perplex me?
you, the wine of consistent understanding calls me to knowledge.
Mona, please, may you hold me no more.


A naked poem!

naked!
I decree;
you, just you out in the open
let your body run free

nude!
the freedom of such
it almost holds me,
like a crutch,
it holds my insanity

and should this crutch fall,
I will no longer stand tall

the revealing nature of it all.

click!
I would hear,
I'd shed just one tear
for my freedom is also a hinderence

Haha!
they would say,
their feelings would sway
for I am now nothing more than a nudist.

Yet another drunk poem

Alcohol, the escape from society
the mindless drug of the masses!

Weekends, the escape from monotony
fueled by the ether of the distillery!

Complain, I should not. For I am drunk!
my mind swims, not in water but in booze.

Floating, that is what I feel.
Whee!

[TaxiService]

Dude, you write poems? Those are pretty cool!

I uh, don't think i ever tried to do that? Probably because if i had to write poems i'd always try to make the lines rhyme with each other, and that'd be too much work and stuff : \ I mean, writing poems is harddddd, you've got to count syllables and shit.


I've befriended a poet. He's an old guy that hangs out at the beer shop i go to; he's an interesting guy! When we meet we discuss about a lot of interesting topics! It's pretty cool.
Last time we talked about social relationships between people, and how it's natural for the human to find flaws in people and be an asshole. He told me about a guy that realized that it's impossible to live alone, and it's impossible to live with people, so he killed himself! lol. I find it desperately amusing.


also, being on topic is for chumps.

[WaeV]

Good show, Sven. I enjoyed those.

I uh, don't think i ever tried to do that? Probably because if i had to write poems i'd always try to make the lines rhyme with each other, and that'd be too much work and stuff : \ I mean, writing poems is harddddd, you've got to count syllables and shit.

I always liked messing with alternate rhyming schemes, such as used in Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley:

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear --
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.'

The rhyme scheme here isn't the standard ABAB, CDCD, EFEF, etc. Rather, the scheme used here is ABABACDCEDEFEF. I think it's neat how the rhymes overlap rather than being sharply distinguished into separate stanzas.

Here's a poem I wrote with a similar rhyming scheme. I didn't realize it at the time I wrote this, but it seems to reflect Theoden before and after Gandalf's exorcism of Saruman.

The Castle

A castle on a mountain crest
T'was where the battle took it's toll
Bewildered by vestigial paths
The old king stumbled on the nest
And wrested from the foot-thick ash
The crown of his own self-control
He quickly moved to seize the throne
As perturbed specters took to flight
And tried to hold back streams of light
Already seeping past the stones
He'd realized what he'd always known
And banished deceit from all land
Now under the wise king's command
And all deception has since flown