Poetry

[Isidour]

of course we did, SleepingBeauty, at least I did

[SleepingBeautyAurora]

of course we did, SleepingBeauty, at least I did

Thank you Isidour! I wonder if anyone else liked them... ?

[Isidour]

I bet they did

[Prudence]

Here is a song parody of sorts, mainly because coming up with original tunes is so much harder than it sounds and my poetry always wants to be song material. The original TUNE is by Britney Spears, and is actually from the only song of hers I like. Shame hers is about love, though. Far too many songs are about love. I digress; this is my version. You will all think I'm nuts after reading it, but then again, you already may have guessed that I am nuts.
Interpret it however you please. I'm not going to translate; it really is up to the reader and listener to interpret.

Mirrored

"In a store, I saw the previews
When my years were eleven.
At times, I could swear I was her;
At times, I really wish I'd been.

Decades of work are in her eyes,
Discipline and sacrifice;
When I hear what people say
I know they can't see the real
Reasons for her ways.

And the lady majordomo
Is just a kid tonight
Still with will as strong as iron
But a sycophantic mind.
The lady majordomo has
All of her nerve to prove,
And she's waiting to show
The world all she can do.

If I could, as a child,
See the way that I would grow
I wouldn't be surprised
Because I was born to know
My place in life quite early.
Now, don't misunderstand this.
All I'm saying is I know
My place in a legend.

And the lady majordomo
Is just a kid tonight
Still with will as strong as iron
But a sycophantic mind.
The lady majordomo has
All of her nerve to prove,
And she's waiting to show
The world all she can do.

Guess you can guess what I see -
That the Prue in my screens -
Is me.

I'll always be everything I can be.

And the lady majordomo
Is just a kid tonight
Still with will as strong as iron
But a sycophantic mind.
The lady majordomo has
All of her nerve to prove,
And she's waiting to show
The world all she can do."

[brownie]

Before you read my poem, you should know what a phosphene is. They're imaginary, sometimes colorful shapes that appear in your vision (kind of like when you stare in a light or have your picture taken with the flash on), but they're also common with children without any bright lights or whatever.

Phosphenes

As a child, every night before I would fall asleep,
I would close my eyes
and watch a circus of shapes and colors dance against my pitch-black eyelids.
Fluorescent, yellow ghosts fluttered before me--
purple squigglies and orange dashes, too.

The act I anticipated the most was the lime-green C,
a half-eaten doughnut that shimmered like the moon.
It lingered even during the daylight,
tempting me to try and catch it,
as if it was a firefly.
But every time I reached out to grab it,
the air slipped through my little fingers,
and it would suddenly vanish.

As I grew older,
these imaginary abstract shapes started to fade into the night,
slowly diminishing into nothingness,
until I was finally left alone.

A mature adult,
I close my eyes, waiting for a performance,
but only see a mass of blackened emptiness,
deprived of all life and imagination,
like an ocean that’s been drained of its fish.

[Scarred4life]

Well, I figured I might try out some poetry, and here it is. Feedback would be appreciated. (I wrote this for English class, and we're working on personifications.)

I hear it calling out to me, I am the first in line
I see it beckon, but I will not give in, straight is my spine
It is waving, trying to lull me into a false sense of security
Listening to it whisper, closer, closer, I am your surety
It gets its way, and is delighted as I am forced to approach
Jeering at me along with the crowd, it is crude, but I must endear my reproach
It waits, silent and still and I watch as the dark, looming man makes his way over here
The roar it makes penetrates my body, but I will not cower, although the time is near
It starts to tighten around me, and I see the pleasure it feels, this is what it lives for
It is laughing, laughing as I fall through the trap door
But then I see its sorrow, and it realizes what it has done as I hang there, suspended
And an apology hangs on its lips, when suddenly, everything has ended






If you didn't guess it yet, it is about a person getting hung (hanged? I never know which one to use in this scenario). Anyway, it was inspired by the opening to Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End.

[PrincePhillipFan]

Very nice poem, scarred.

Rather than start a new thread, I decided to post the two poems that I wrote this semester that were accepted and published in Essence Magazine (a local lit magazine that's sponsored by the head of our college's english dept). Both feature GLBT themes, with the Apollo being extremely special to me. I'm very proud of both of them. Especially since my poem "A Prince's Fairy Tale" was the very first poem seen in the mag.