POETRY

[Sparkle]

I was wondering if there are any poets on this forum, and if so, what do you write about? I write poetry, about a variety of issues, but also about the simple things in life, such as nature.

[Keykeypie]

Animals in 2050
by Malini Patel

There once was a place called Salem
Where girls lived deep in fear
Of being accused of witches brews
Then knowing death was near.

Another time in Georgia
When black men had no rights
They were beaten and degraded
With so many sleepless nights.

And most recently it's gay men
Who have proudly proclaimed "it's time!"
That love from man to man
Be simply not a crime.

There was a place called Auschwitz
Where Polish and Jews were gassed
It's a very sad reminder
Of how very cruel our past.

And can you believe that women
Were not allowed to read?
They could not vote or think freely
They existed merely to please.

And now the time we live in
It's just the same you see
Animals are the slaves and women
Longing to be free!

There is but just one difference
For animals have no voice.
They cannot band together
They simply have no choice!

They must follow all our orders
Die for many meals
They give their lives for research
And have no courts from which to appeal.

They are stuck inside the evil trap
of peoples compassionless views.
Animal lovers are their only hope
Of spreading this vital news....

Animals do have feelings!
They feel loneliness and pain!
We must love and respect them!
We'll all have much to gain!

So let us come together
And fight for this huge cause
For we are their last chance
To change our current laws.

Let's not waste our time on hunters
Or argue with the blind
Let's focus on the children
And educate their minds.

If we can teach compassion
as Liz C. Stanton did long ago
Then animals can have a future
And a culture of compassion can grow.

And so my friends, I leave you
With just one thought in mind
The suffering of the animals
Is caused by humankind.

Humans have a past of cruelty
As the slaves and women knew
But with time and education
Civility slowly grew.

And so I pray to heaven
That 50 years from now
Animal suffering will be nonexistent
And people will look back and think HOW?

Copyright © 2000 by Malini Patel. All Rights Reserved
May be used in unchanged form by a vowed Animal Rightists if accompanied by this copyright message.

[Fauxmage]

I like it Keykeypie! :agree:

[Oracl]

Me too! :)

[nibelwolf]

I have so many times when I feel like the One-Eyed Man that this one just sort of poured out . . .


Kingdom of the Blind

Oh god, give me words
Oh god, give me courage

Everywhere I look
People chew corpses
Hear distant wails
But close their eyes

Oh god, grant me strength
Oh god, grant me sight

Everywhere I listen
I hear bones breaking
I feel a mist of blood
Hanging in the air

Oh god, ease their suffering
Oh god, grant them release

Everywhere I wander
Beasts and birds are dying
Crying out for help, freedom
A thousand drowned voices

Oh god, have mercy
Oh god, let them live.


This is the only actual AR-related poem I've written, my other ones are mostly about nature, life, and what I'm feeling at the time, I may post some of those later.

[Bowwowmeow]

That's really quite good, nibelwolf. I hope you will share more of your work. :agree:

[nibelwolf]

Thank you :)

[Oracl]

That's excellent, nibelwolf. :)

[Bowwowmeow]

I like your new avatar, too.

[nibelwolf]

Thanks you two! The new avatar I drew myself, it's actually an illustration for a novel I hope to finish eventually.

[Bowwowmeow]

Oh wow, nibelwolf! You should start a thread in the art forum for us, and show off your drawings. I used to draw a lot myself. I wish I had more time for it now. My main creative outlet is photography now, and this forum, too. :updn:

[nibelwolf]

Well... why not? Although right now I can't show a lot of recent work because my scanner is busted, and the only way for me to get recent works on the computer is by taking photos of the pictures with my digital camera. Still, I'll give it a try. I should definitely get photos of these illustrations done...

[Gliondrach]

Very thought provoking poems. Poetry can often reach the subconscious and leave messages that can take root there.

[Phoenix]

Thanks Keykeypie & Nibelwolf - those poems are powerful.

[KRITER]

Not use to shoing wut I cum up with.Hope this heres ok.


Standing on this mountain looking down
Thairs a mess of cars bumper to bumper heding to town
Thairs a gray cloud going with them over hed
I reckon we get to breeth wuts in it till we ded
Wut we gona do and wut we gona say
Wen thair aint nomore blue sky day
Wen the sky is all the time gray
And the stars at nite are fuzy like thay fading away
Heard tell all the trees got cut down
Thay was in the way of progress thats spreding all around
Sumbodys building a new shoping mall
Spose to be the bigest one of all
Folks living round thair saying heray
That got sumwair to go and sumthing to do cum Saturday
But wut we gona do and wut we gona say
Wen the sky is all the time gray
Wen it burns everytime it cum a rain
Will we just wair a mask and take drugs for the pain?
Alday in them factory farms,them cows stand on concrete floors
Never geting much time outside them big doors
Thay given hormons so thay always making milk and never go dry
Thay hooked up to hoses thats hooked up to machines pulling the milk for people to buy
Wen the boy calfs is born thay prity and shiny as silk
But thay took away for thay get much of Mamas milk
Then thay kilt and turned into veel
Then turned into sumbodys meel
Wut we gona do and wut we gona say
Wen thair aint nomore blue sky day
Wen the rivers and creeks are full of blood, chemicals and the fish flooting on top
Will we care,will we change our ways,........will we stop?
Standing on this mountain looking down
I see more roads for cars geting built going into and leeving town
Power companys runing poles and lines over the ridge
So folks on the other side can plug in thair air conditioner and thair fridge
Peoples killing everything,maybe even natures soal
Thay cuming this way hunting deer,turkey and coal
I hear thair guns,I can almost smell thair breth
Thay fixing to take life out the woods and leev deth
People go out thair way to make everything die
Thay dont care if the baby deer or the Mama cow can feel pain or even cry
Them big machines is cuming,.......thay all around
Thay here for the coal,.......thay here to take this mountain down

[Charmagne]

I thought that was very good Kriter. It is very thought provoking.:agree:

[KRITER]

Thanks Charmagne but Im not so sure the more I reed it.I dont beleev Im liking it.

[Gliondrach]

You should like it, Kriter. It really is very good. It's almost like a song. It should be set to music and then it could spread a message.

[Oracl]

I like it a lot, Kriter. :)

It's written from the heart and it really made me feel very sad. :(

[Fauxmage]

Yes, I like it too, KRITER. I used to write things like that when I was in college, and the professor even wanted me to publish one, but I was way too shy. Thanks for sharing it with us. :psing:

[KRITER]

Reckon Im shy wen it cums to that.Dont usally share that part of my thinking.Thank yall for puting up with it.

[AutomaticMan]

Here you go folks, *shameless self-promotion*, and it does have my characteristic cynical and misanthropic tones. :updn:
I'm never happy with my own work, I made a couple changes when I copied it in but here y'all go. There's no title either, I'm still undecided.


By Van Gehte

The final page is written in the books of history
total annihilation of humankind's dynasty
like the breath of Satan total hatred swept humanity
obsequious masses, believing in insanity

In a revolving world full of beauty, respect and peace
who would have thought the spinning would ever actually cease?
Selfishness prevailed, where compassion has failed
The doomsday device unveiled

Callous automatons, not programmed to care
hide away in the suites of the corporation's lair
Mass-manufacturing death, the quick way to success
unmoved by the murder, the carnage- their mess

Agent Orange incognito with every well known brand
turning natural harmony into no man's land
creating arms and spreading lies to fight away the 'bad guys'
when in reality, it's just their reflection in disguise

The troops deployed, the targets set, the bombs armed
unbelievable response from an army still unharmed
the media report news of the valiant heroes winning
jingoism burns in the hearts of the sinning

Shrieks of terror follow after the burning flash
people's contrite wails go unheard after the crash
bodies melt in a sea of confusion and pain
discoloured congealing blood falls like rain

The sun disappears, never to reappear
thus is the result, the epitome of human fear
if ignorance is bliss, beatitude was human existence
now, no longer do means exist for subsistence

[Fauxmage]

Wow!

[Charmagne]

Yes - WOW and a bit scarey! Very deep - is this how you feel the world will end?

[Oracl]

Powerful stuff, AutomaticMan, and very frightening. :dark:

[Gliondrach]

Very good, PoeticMan. You and Kriter are powerful poetic opponents of the madness that rules in this world.

[AutomaticMan]

Thanks folks, I wrote that when I was in a pissed mood.
It's a way the world could end, or at least, the world as it is, after that it would be a 'republic of insects and grass'.

Also, I'm surprised no one commented on the author's name.

[Fauxmage]

By Van Gehte
I confess I skipped right past it to get to the poem, and after reading the poem I forgot all about the name. But now that you have called my attention to it, I get it. :agree:
I suspect the author is one of Nitram Nagev's associates. :rubchin: I won't give it away, though. :no: I'll give a few others a chance to guess. :bhead:

[Gliondrach]

Very clever with the name. I didn't notice what it really says until you drew my attention to it. It is actually an anagram of 'what time does the pub open?'

[thevegantwins]

Vlecer ;)

[Ped Ant]

....after that it would be a 'republic of insects and grass'.
trega! :agree: :beanie:

[veggiesosage]

Today I saw a littlw worm wriggling on his belly

Perhaps he'd like to come inside and see whats on the telly :D

[Gliondrach]

Good start. But a couple of dozen extra lines would flesh it out a bit. You could rhyme it with smelly, jelly, Kelly, George Melly, Ellie.

[Gliondrach]

Fuzzy has just sent me this from his HQ:

They who would compassionate be, must be vegan.
They must live their lives free of all cruelty and even
Do their best for all to see that they have a reason
To live compassionately in every way and every season.

[Oracl]

Nice one, Fuzzy! :agree: Did Yzzuf Nagev help you with it? :rubchin:

[Gliondrach]

I'm not sure. We won't be in communication until after his latest mission.

[Gliondrach]

Rustle, rustle, go the leaves.
The Autumn brings the chilly breeze.
Winter's not far, with snow and ice.
As good as Summer, it's really quite nice.
Then comes Spring and joyful flowers.
Round go the seasons like yearly hours.

[Oracl]

Very nice! :)

[Gliondrach]

I'll tell me.

[thevegantwins]

I decided to write a poem about our Christmas Eve, which was quite special. We've never had one like this. Enjoy!


Twas the night before Christmas
And the CO monitor was beeping.
Chris and I were nervous and
The kids were both sleeping.

The fire department was called
They arrived very quickly.
We were both cranky and tired
Since we've been a bit sickly.

They stomped through the flat
With their CO monitor testing
The CO levels were moderate
And yet the kids remained resting.

Felíne was huddled in a ball under the bed
The firemen were huge and here for awhile
They called the building manager, Ray
Who arrived with his usual puss, no smile.

Windows were opened and the levels went down
The firemen stayed awhile to make sure all was okay
They wrote their reports and made lots of noise
And left as they came, in their noble, firemen way!

[Gliondrach]

Very good. Glad you are all all right. Are you going to get your gas appliances checked?

[thevegantwins]

The firefighters said it was most likely the stove since one burner had been acting up lately and Mr. TVT fixed it yesterday but while fixing it,the burner was on for 2 hours. Plus, the readings were highest in the kitchen (tiny galley) and the kids room (closed windows). We were given a new CO monitor by the cranky building manager and it's been quiet.

[Gliondrach]

The TVT family all had a bit of a fright.
It happened upon a Christmas Eve night.
The flat was checked out
Around and about
And everything was found to be quite all right.

[Oracl]

:eek: That would have been scary! But a fabulous poem resulted from the episode. :thumbsup:

Which then led to another gem from Gliondrach. :)

[Gliondrach]

Out of adversity comes greatness.

[Oracl]

Out of adversity comes greatness.
Wow, may I quote you? :master:

Oops, I already did! ;) :laugh:

[Gliondrach]

I can't take the credit for that saying. But I might do so.

[Gliondrach]

In the First World War millions of horses died. This is the story of one of them.

The War Horse

I served my country well.
Of suffering I can tell.
My world was one of Hell.

It was Summer when it started
And from home I departed.
I left my familiar field
In the gentle Sussex weald.
To Flanders I was sent
To deliver equipment.
Nothing could prepare me
For the horrors I would see:
Bloated bodies of horses;
The foul smelling corpses;
Men killing all around them,
Ending lives in bloody mayhem.
The noise and flames were constant:
Death could claim you in an instant.
Everywhere was mud
Mixed with gore and pools of blood.
The world became a maelstrom.
From where did all the hate come?
The trees were all shattered,
Nothing but killing mattered.
We horses weren't to blame
But we suffered just the same.
We cared nothing for the politics
Nor for all your dirty tricks.
The world had gone insane
And around us we saw pain.
Why was I sent to this place?
Was I in some disgrace?
It made my blood run cold
But I did what I was told.
Rotting corpses everywhere:
Much too much for me to bear.
I trudged on through the mire.
Shivered as the guns began to fire.
The cargo that I carried,
As I was shouted at and harried,
Made me part of a killing machine
That cranked out death obscene.
Guns sounded their death knell
As around me comrades fell.
I felt the blasts come near
But I continued through the fear.
To the Front I took my load:
Things to fire and explode;
Things that dealt out sudden death,
That flamed like dragons' breath.
When would it all cease?
When would there be peace?
Then suddenly I knew
I would not be getting through.

I served my country well
Until that cannon shell
Released me from this Hell.

By Nitram Nagev.

[Gliondrach]

A Soldier's Kiss
by Henry Chappell

Only a dying horse! pull off the gear,
And slip the needless bit from frothing jaws,
Drag it aside there, leaving the road way clear,
The battery thunders on with scarce a pause.

Prone by the shell-swept highway there it lies
With quivering limbs, as fast the life-tide fails,
Dark films are closing o'er the faithful eyes
That mutely plead for aid where none avails.

Onward the battery rolls, but one there speeds
Needlessly of comrades voice or bursting shell,
Back to the wounded friend who lonely bleeds
Beside the stony highway where he fell.

Only a dying horse! he swiftly kneels,
Lifts the limp head and hears the shivering sigh
Kisses his friend, while down his cheek there steals
Sweet pity's tear, "Goodbye old man, Goodbye".

No honours wait him, medal, badge or star,
Though scarce could war a kindlier deed unfold;
He bears within his breast, more precious far
Beyond the gift of kings, a heart of gold.

[three3nine]

A Modern Sonnet For Winter
(written by me)

The wind is gusting, blowing icy knives
with fettered blades that cut the thickest cloth;
This is the way the God of Winter thrives,
his frigid breath reducing men to sloth.

The God of Winter smiles a smile of frost;
His Glacial Hand ensnares this weakened place,
He lives His days not knowing of the cost
humanity will pay for Summer’s Grace.

The God of Winter sings a bleak refrain,
A silent death, subdued in frozen parts:
His symphony of rigid, polar pain,
is forced into the cores of gentle hearts.

His hoarfrost comes but once a year to call:
A simple fire’s the secret to His fall.

[Gliondrach]

That is really very good and is descriptively written, Three.

[Bowwowmeow]

Yes I like it. :)