Poems... It's your turn!

[F.Chit]

Hi!
I'm sure there are a lot of talented people in this forum. And some of you might have ever written poems in English. So why don't you just post some of them right here?
I don't know whether you support me or not. But it's also an aspect of learning, isn't it?
I'm looking forward to reading some of your creations.
Regards
F. Chit

[Prezbucky]

This is a bit of a parody, but it's more or less original:

I scratch myself, and bathe myself
And what you know, I know.
And what you know I know, I know you know I know.

Behold the grass. Isn't it cool?
I hear it speak, and it speaks in the tongues
Of squirrels and of bugs:
They speak of the newness of yore,
And the antiquity of birth.
The squirrels and bugs converse with me
For I am the force animalia incarnate,
And also because I have a special animal-linguistic hearing aid.

I am sweat; I hear my own sweat purr,
Like a cat on the lap of a silk-pajama-wearing largesse-spreader,
Spreading fertilizer on the fertile soil-soul of the cat.

I am the cat. I celebrate the cat,
And she celebrates me.
She and I look at this single blade of grass and think,
"Wow... now this is something about which to write a hundred pages."

Quiz: Which poem, by which famous poet, was the inspiration for the above satirical/tongue-in-cheek effort?
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[Akinniyi Akeem]

Walt Whitman "Leaves of Grass". Good parody. Would like to experiemce more of the air that blows forth in your poetic universe.

[Kitosdad]

When you ponder your life, do you smile, do you sigh ?.
Of missed opportunities that you let pass you by.
Do you think of the choices that you should have made,
of the errors that came, which you couldn't evade ?.
Of the chances you took,and which you regret,
of the girls you forsook, and the new ones you met.
If you but had the chance, to do it again,
Would you take far more chances, but cause far less pain ?.
Or would you again commit all those errors,
that bring sleepless nights, the nightmares and terrors.
So, give it some thought, then heed my advice,
Do the best that you can, for you NEVER live twice.

KITOSDAD.
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[Akinniyi Akeem]

William Shakespeare but I can't remember the sonnet's no.

[Akinniyi Akeem]

Dark Image



I have not seen the shadow of earth.

Who has seen the shadow of the sky?

We have shadows like thoughts are to words,

like words are to actions.



The shadow is an image under the blanket of the sky;

an image drawn by the pencil of sunlight, moonlight, light.

Light reveals the lurking images of shadows.

Only one whose eyes of clay are no longer treasure stones disagrees.



In the human body crawls the worm of conscience;

incorruptible judge who barks off wrongdoings.

On the physical, shadows play hide and seek.

Is the shadow the physical counterpart of the conscience?



In the plan of lights, where the shadow plays dumb show,

I see the Pinocchio in us.

Of things under the sun, only the earth denies the shadow.



Don’t you envy this plaything who is never caught unawares?

I envy this thing, who, like the Masai warrior, is always on the alert.

I offer myself if you can beat the quickness of the shadow!



In its bow of darkened image

is the focused arrowhead of enviable patience and intimidating silence.



I have not seen the shadow of earth.

I have not seen the shadow of the sky.

I know I am not a shadow.

I know death lays eggs in shadows.

I know shadows hatch death.

[Kitosdad]

So who was it, Walt Whitman or Shakespeare.?
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[F.Chit]

to Kitosdad: wow... it's amazing. Thanks for your reply.

[F.Chit]

Justice has left this place.
People were turned to shades.
Children are playing war.
Want more?

Assassin… That’s who I am,
But here I’m like the lamb
Can’t help crying all the day
On my way.

You burned all your Gods to ash
Affected by lightning’s flash.
You say you have lost your souls.
It is false.

Haven’t you seen the light
Shining to bright your life
Handing you peace and love
From above?

Please, mind your P’s and Q’s.
Don’t search for any excuse.
Find your wings to fly
Trough the sky.

Besides, don’t forget that place
Where people were turned to shades.
And children… Don’t play the war
No more!..

[Kitosdad]

All I have is time,
Nothing else is mine.
All I need is you, and one more tomorrow.
Nothing lasts too long,
When it leaves it's gone,
So I send my mind ahead, and hope to follow.
Yes I know I have a lifetime coming,
But I've got it all figured out,
Everybody's lonely, everybody's lonely,
That's what it's all about.
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[Kitosdad]

There ain't no justice in this place.
People left without a face.
Little children, burnt and sore,
Screaming to heaven, " We want no more ".

I'm an assassin who's seen the light,
No longer searching for a fight.
" Thank God it's done" , I hear you sigh,
But I can only sit and cry.

Your beliefs, trodden underfoot,
Your boot-marks left there in the soot.
" Enough " you cry, " an end to war ",
But secretly you lust for more.

Won't you ever see the light ?.
Will you ever end this fight ?.
The dove approaches, branch in beak
Will you fight, or will you speak ?.
The decision will be left to you,
There's nothing more that WE can do.
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[Kitosdad]

F.Chit, please excuse my butchering of your wonderful prose. I just felt the need to get something down in text, rather like a crazy painter scurrying for his brushes, driven with the wild desire to put colour on canvas. Hope this gets me off with a Yellow card.
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[F.Chit]

Kitosdad, your interpretation has changed all the meaning. Anyway… Please… Don't be that strict judge. As you can see it's really my "first steps" in writing poems in English. Usually I do it in Russian as far as it’s my native language.
Of course, I'm sorry for my poor English. But it'll get better, I promise))

[F.Chit]

and, besides... "The decision will be left to you, There's nothing more that WE can do" They doesn't seem to scan properly
and one more thing... Has rhythm left you? The last 4 lines are out of any beat. Any objections?))

[Kitosdad]

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Good morning F.Chit , Any objections? ... no objection whatsoever.

Please, I was not attempting to edit your words in any way. They appealed to me greatly. I think it was a wonderful picture that you painted , and the picture just drew me into putting down my own garbled words and thoughts.

In regard to your comment ; I was trying to convey the frustration of the people and of the soldiers, to the attitude of their governments, appearing blind to just how their decisions were affecting the people.

The dove approaches, branch in beak, ( The olive branch. )
Will you fight, or will you speak ?. ( Cease fire .)
The decision will be left to you, ( Try to reach one.. / a decision to cease fire / the governments. )
There's nothing more that WE can do ( WE ..... the people. )

I sincerely, and eagerly, look forward to your next poem.

ps. Yours was far, far better than mine.
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