Poetry Threat (well ok thread!) mark 2

[Dibbs]

Daybreak

I have just returned to work after 5 days off
Back to the shouting and all the wrath
Video walls blazing out, worldly problems & latest news
Papers, faxes, e-mails all giving concerning views

Podcasts and downloads advising of our every desire
Ever more intrusive questions probing deeper into the fire
Monitors watching and looking at what we all do
So much information for me to try and get through

Environments falsely created in offices to keep you cool
No more outdoors getting fresh air by a stream or pool
We are in this concrete jungle to spit and polish ‘’the provide’’
Sometimes somewhere they surely all must think astride

Break free from the bubble step away from your screens
Do not be held to something powered by man and his dreams
Gather time and watch things grow from a seed in some soil
It’s your journey and therefore let no one else ever spoil

For whom we are now we may not be tomorrow
Better to step forward in pride than to look back in sorrow
Return the debt that you owe yourself just for today’s sake
Because tomorrow will be nothing without morning daybreak

[Dibbs]

Chat~room

There are all types here in the writing
And some very verbal cascades and virtual fighting
Ugo slams into all thinking he’s gonna get a screw
He’s amusing on his better days and laughed at by a few

There’s pink people and some that are called after the elements
Some that offer to cover your car in scratches and dents
Flirting goes on in a most discreet way almost everywhere
Married, single, or divorced no one else seems to care

From the sublime to the ridiculous and so contraire
Everybody will type on subjects in which most have no care
Meetings occasionally take place in random cities
Then remarks on whom are and whom are not the ‘Pretties’

There is bitching and cyber slapping in all the rooms
People making cyber tea whilst holding a virtual mop & broom
Offers of hugs and XXX’s with good night words before sleep
People who just want the condemning lines on screen to record & keep

It travels around this globe with it’s different time zones
People furiously typing on-screen like clones
Promises and adventures all promised across thousands of miles
Laughter, comments, opinions, and occasionally just smiles

Pictures from funny to quite disgusting and personally aimed
There is nothing by these actions to be really gained
Wise words I’d like to say are really from those who say just a few
It’s the ‘less said’ that’s to the benefit ‘of the’ and ‘those’ that remain true

There are smilers and admirers of hairy men and outlandish women
Along with people that drive fastcars and do athletics and swimming
Guys that do outdoor pursuits and quote five figure sums
And some that just want to comment on other peoples bums

With references far ranging from “he’s a fairy” to maryjblidge and news topics
From space aliens and instant invasions of little green cyclops
Followed by Armageddon and what are you doing ‘right-now’
And have you ever tried milking an inverted union jack covered cow?

Suggestions, allegation’s all overbearing, albeit biased in individual manner
Then surprise reality offering, Of things that could be worked out with a hammer
Take it from the management it’s all watched and moderated for you all to enjoy
Ultimately it’s the latest form of adult mind altering toy

So then within these walls we all arrive and depart for our daily sins
Dumping thoughts and typewritten comments into our cyber bins
There are far better and far worse places to reside within this unreal world
And then there are some very strange instances in which the mind is curled

[R.O.T.T]

you could always just get on with it

[peggi]

:D

As I’ve grown older, I’ve found,
that my body has gotten more round.
As I try it,
another new diet,
I always add another pound.

[minim]

Discovery

.

September 07

[minim]

:wink:

[Sgt Pepper]

Brilliant mims.

[Sgt Pepper]

Sound Out

Heavy heave from Connolly Station.
Chugging against muggy air.
Strange for October.
Glazed gauze look about the carriage –

Mad looking woman of ninety five, sixty or so.
Mad hair blue black horror lips slurping back…
Urgh…

This isn’t working.

Why should nature welcome me back so easily?
Why should she spread sedate
For my crude grammar to penetrate?
The shaft of my pen is like a sterile monument –
A fettered, flacid great big brick.
(You wish).

That wasn’t bad.

Foreign face now (don’t ask me how I know)
Nibbling on strange biscuit things.
Devouring the atmosphere.
If I didn’t know better I’d blame him on this.
Coming here, stealing all our metaphors.
Tut.

Steady on.

Landscape then, or dearly represent.
When all else fails,
Consolidate so.
Set your sails
Kind of like Tennyson.
He wasn’t great,
But he could keep a tidy, steady
Unremarkable
Ship at the ready.
Y’Know?

Steady as she goes.

Really? You think so?

Ahem..
“The spender falls from his castle walls
As the lady cooks shallots.
Blow bubbles in your buggies blow
To the choleric song of the odour eaters.”

Maybe not. Okay, finish up.

Malahide already?
That was quick.
I viewed an apartment here once
With a nice lady.
Alas they come and go.

Prufrock like?

How original.

I’m beginning to get the feeling I’m in the wrong poem.

Dear old lady at tram station earlier –
Hero here helping her buy her ticket.
“Thank you son.
There are angels everywhere if you know where to look.”
Damned with quaint phrase.

[minim]

Love it Pepper :D

I think you were in the right poem :wink:

[sheep]

why slumber amongst the lumber
why slog through dirty fog
its my life sir,its mine to tramp
pass me by

join with thorns and the local scorns
join with this winters chill ,jack frost,
and a barrel fire
glad am i

hold out my hand and claim
put the silver in,i feel no shame
in return i shall disappear
in half lite, this world is mine

[Author]

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