Poetry.......................

[LvR]

Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's
empty and so is your head.

After you, my love, my only prize.
Would be a bullet between my eyes.

Of loving beauty you float with grace.
If only you could hide your face.

I thought that I could love no other.
Until, that is, I met your brother.

Kind, intelligent, loving and hot.
This describes everything you're not.

I love your smile, your face, and your eyes-
Damn, I'm good at telling lies!

Every time I see your face.
I wish I were in outer space.

My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying you screwed up my life.

Beauty is on the inside, but some may doubt,
If it's true, I'd prefer you inside out.

I see your face when I am dreaming.
That's why I always wake up screaming.

My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in, to smell this way.

My feelings for you no words can tell.
Except for maybe "go to hell."

[BuddMan]

Nice. Since this is a poetry thread, I'll add one of mine. This is an adaptation of an earlier work. Wrote it when I was 16.

The Ballad of Burley Bob

There was once a time that I remember
Though you may call the tale a ham,
That in a bar two lovers met
Called Burley Bob and Bearded Ma’am.
Now Bearded Ma’am was a lady
Though was a lady with a beard,
And every night she sat alone
In that bar with almost tears
Till the night ol’ Burley Bob arrived
Screeching on his Harley Hog,
And once inside all people stared
For Burley Bob was 4-inches tall.
But four-inch Bob called the barkeep
And yelled, “I need a beer to drink!”
He sat down and turned his head
And then their eyes did meet.

Ol’ Burley Bob drank his beer
And walked to where she sat.
Bearded Ma’am stared and smiled
And no longer seemed upset.
Bob lowered his voice and made a pass,
“Whatcha doing later?”
Bearded Ma’am stroked her beard,
“Nothing sweet-potater.”
People pointed, jokes were made,
But if fell on four deaf ears.
Bob thrust his tiny shoulders back
And ignored the painful cheers.
He said, “Ma’am, the world can be
Such a cruel unfeeling place.”
She said, “I know my little pumpkin,”
And kissed his tiny face.

She carried him through the parking lot
To the woods that lay beyond—
Never before had either felt
Such an instant common bond.
“Ma’am,” he said gazing down
At his tiny platform shoe,
“Tonight I would like nothing more
Than to make sweet love to you.”
She said, “I’m a virgin.” He said, “So am I.”
And she said, “Don’t you think that’s weird?”
He said, “Not really, I’m four inches tall,
And, you know…you got the beard.”



She pressed him tight against her bosom.
He inhaled her perfumed hair
And covered her neck with tiny hickeys,
While he stroked her facial hair.
The moonlight danced off his cowboy hat,
She giggled and she swayed.
She undid his tiny rhinestone belt—
A cricket looked away.
She sat him down, unzipped her dress,
Still tipsy from the booze.
She tripped pulling off her panties
And crushed poor Bob with her shoes…

Bearded Ma’am never married,
Her mistake sure took its toll.
She still owns that pair of shoes,
And Burley Bob’s still in her sole.


By Wes Miser

[Guru]

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember how
Computers used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance,
That I could make electrons dance,
And maybe I'd be happy for a while.

But January made me shiver,
it chilled me deep down in my liver,
Bad news I'd collected...
I couldn't get connected.
I can't remember back that day
When I first knew the Y2K
But something touched me anyway,
The day computers died.


So, ...Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi
Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry
And good ol' boys were sending e-mail replies
Saying this will be the day I retire
this will be the day I retire


Can you write in C plus plus ?
And do you have faith in your local bus
If the driver tells you so ?
Do you believe in Compaq's goals
Can software save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to type real slow ?


Well I thought that you were prepared
'Cause your memo said you weren't impaired
Your stationery's swell
But you can go to hell
I was a lonely teenage Unix hack
With an incantation and a modem jack
but I knew the cat had left the sack
The day computers died


I started singin'...
Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi
Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry
And good ol' boys were sending e-mail replies
Saying this will be the day I retire
this will be the day I retire


Now for 10 years we've ignored the threat
And we haven't solved the problem yet
But that's not how it used to be
When the luddites read for the king and queen
with a light they filled with kerosene
And some manuals they stole from you and me


And while Bill Gates was looking pleased
Time stole his monopolies
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
While Apple tried a color scheme
The engineers returned to steam
And we had purges of their dreams
The day computers died


We were singin'
Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi
Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry
And good ol' boys were sending e-mail replies
Saying this will be the day I retire
this will be the day I retire


Intel inside in an iron smelter
The food leftover from my fallout shelter
Twinkies old and aging fast
I'd rather eat the grass
Q and A tried for a system crash
With the tester on the sidelines in a cast


Now the timeshare net was running Doom
While mainframes played a marching tune
We all tried to log in
Oh, but we never could begin
'Cause Cobol tried to take the field,
And Holerith refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed,
The day computers died?


We started singing
Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi
Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry
And good ol' boys were sending e-mail replies
Saying this will be the day I retire
this will be the day I retire


There we were all in a state
A generation- really late
With no time left to start again
So come on mouse be nimble, mouse be quick
Don't let my spreadsheet data stick
'Cause data is the devil's only friend.


As I watched him on my screen
My hands and face were drenched in steam
No angel born in hell
Could run that stupid shell
And as the ball climbed high into the night
To call the sacrificial night
I saw Dick Clark laughing with delight
the day computers died.


I met a girl with a cell phone
And I asked her for a dial tone
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the software store
Where I'd seen computers years before
But the man there said the games there wouldn't play


And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
their interface was spoken
The Internet was broken


And the three things I connect to most
The Website, Lan and the Network host
Every single one was toast
The day computers died


They were singin'
Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi
Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry
And good ol' boys were sending e-mail replies
Saying this will be the day I retire
this will be the day I retire

[LvR]

Guru

Youre a poet
and dont know-it!

[BuddMan]

Wow....the poetry fans are few here...

[SpiralDragon]

i am a poetry fan ... but my poems are somehat of a darker nature than what is here

[SpiralDragon]

Here is an excrept from one of my playscripts "the spiral of discontent"


One Hand moves up to remove the blindfold,
The other hand moves up to stop it.
One Candle burns on through the night,
The other Candle flairs up and is extinguished.

Four directions the wind blows strong,
Spiraling throughout the realm of time.
Two swans fly out to meet the coming storm,
Spiraling throughout the realm of life.

One Face ascends to spiral of Light,
The other Face falls in to the spiral of darkness.
One Blade cuts through the spiral of souls,
The other Blade cuts through the spiral of flesh.

Forever more under hail and storm
Cracking thunder amidst the dead of nigh
Claim my soul harbinger of hell.
Toll Oh bells of misfortune,
For the spiral of discontent calls his name.