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bjorn190
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posted October 20, 2006 03:05 AM |
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Edited by bjorn190 at 03:11, 20 Oct 2006.
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Bjorns poetry corner
Hi all! 
When I was just a little guy, maybe 4 years old, I used to write poetry. It was in swedish and most got lost, so I don't have it with me. Then school took me in and shaped me into conformity, and the poetry went away for a long time. But sometimes it comes out and says "hello", and I figured I would start collecting my poems in this thread. I also hope that you guys can start collecting your poems in this thread too if u want to, preferrably in one edited post of yours, but thats up to you and your poetic touch.
I'm going to try to add my poems to this first post in the thread, I think I may only have 2 atm and they're fairly context related, so I will add a little story to each to explain why I wrote them.
The first one is about my recent loss of a cupcake, and all the help I got with looking for it and getting new cupcakes to make up for the old one. It's called:
Ode to cupcake
My cupcake, I like u, and stuff.
You give me energy and taste real nice.
My vains are full of sugar, and my face full of crumbs.
All thanks to you, my cupcake friend and eating u and stuff.
I lost u once, it made me cry, I posted on the board.
I cried alot and then I slept, and then I cried some more.
But lots of friends and lots of bums, came up and told me this:
"We'll give u lots of cupcakes: here!" It made me happy and stuff.
Now stuff is nice and I have ate a cupcake full with stuff.
It's made from sugar, flour and eggz, and I have more than enough.
But most of all what gives me joy is not the sugar rush.
It's loving friends who all showed up, when my cupcake world got tough.
So this is not as it would seem an ode to cupcake but,
an ode to friends who helped me up, and made me smile and stuff.
The second one is about how I view reality and life, and is the ending to a document I wrote once about personal development. It's called:
On the particularity of reality
I see reality as the fixation and simplification of the surrounding possibilities. Before something has happened, the possibilities are endless; They fly free like birds in springtime, ever changing into different shapes and modulations. Once time catches up with them they become fixed, tied down, and simplified into one particular real occurrence, through the process of the present.
Once the moment passes, the memories of history are left behind, infinitely unchangeable, more permanent than the hardest rock or stone could ever be. All the beauty of the infinite possibilities of the unfathomable remain out of grasp for the physical body, which can only interact with that which has become fixed in the present, while the mind remains able to explore whatever part of the possibilities it should desire. Thus, reality becomes like a drop in an infinite ocean of possibilities; the mere rarity of it making it so beautiful that it’s almost beyond belief, and at the same time so insignificant in comparison with all that which could have been.
And as my mind floats through the endless ocean of possibilities, suddenly I find you here in the moment of reality, and I see you clearly; not as you are in this limited physical world, but as you are to me in an endless eternity of possibilities. A thousand and one lives with you pass me by as I give my heart of hearts to you in this world and all the possible worlds that could ever be. Everywhere I could ever go, you are my sun and my moon, eternally.
I will add more poems as they pop up, and hope that many other posters will write their own poetry in the following posts in this thread. It might turn out to be nice.
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I am the hope of the universe... I am the answer to all living things that cry out for peace... I am protector of the innocent... I am the light in the darkness... I am truth.
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Aculias
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posted October 20, 2006 03:11 AM |
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Hehe cute.
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TitaniumAlloy
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posted October 21, 2006 07:48 AM |
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Quote:
On the particularity of reality
I see reality as the fixation and simplification of the surrounding possibilities. Before something has happened, the possibilities are endless; They fly free like birds in springtime, ever changing into different shapes and modulations. Once time catches up with them they become fixed, tied down, and simplified into one particular real occurrence, through the process of the present.
Once the moment passes, the memories of history are left behind, infinitely unchangeable, more permanent than the hardest rock or stone could ever be. All the beauty of the infinite possibilities of the unfathomable remain out of grasp for the physical body, which can only interact with that which has become fixed in the present, while the mind remains able to explore whatever part of the possibilities it should desire. Thus, reality becomes like a drop in an infinite ocean of possibilities; the mere rarity of it making it so beautiful that it’s almost beyond belief, and at the same time so insignificant in comparison with all that which could have been.
And as my mind floats through the endless ocean of possibilities, suddenly I find you here in the moment of reality, and I see you clearly; not as you are in this limited physical world, but as you are to me in an endless eternity of possibilities. A thousand and one lives with you pass me by as I give my heart of hearts to you in this world and all the possible worlds that could ever be. Everywhere I could ever go, you are my sun and my moon, eternally.
Since I first saw this poem I've thought it's one of the best. Very nice. My kind of poem.
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John says to live above hell.
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Celfious
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From earth
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posted December 10, 2008 08:31 AM |
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Edited by Celfious at 08:43, 10 Dec 2008.
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Not bad Father, I will giver her a go with a scrap I was working on earlier.
It keeps controling
And it controls
Keeps controling
I can feel going
It keeps controlling
I can feel it control
It controls
And I can feel it burn
Never when I was a kid not even now
Did I ever find a way out somehow
A way out from which we are
A way out beyond these bars
Something within us all
It seems to grow so tall
We cannot climb the height
We cant get away with spite
A spirit sees everything we do
A spirit within, and a part of our loom
When it leaves out history books we are doomed
Because the damage we did will be uncovered soon
Baddly damaged books never get us in
Keep it to yourself before you act on sin
Thats enough for now...
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What are you up to
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zamfir
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Allez allez allez
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posted December 10, 2008 06:52 PM |
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Edited by zamfir at 18:52, 10 Dec 2008.
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I made a little solly poem once. I think I already posted it in a poetry thread in the Tavern, but I'll post it again: I don't have anything else in my head right now.
There is a young man on HC,
Despite the age, he's a wise sage.
Even in dark his eyes can see,
He's MightyMage, he's MightyMage.
Nobody can be so insane,
To trap poor souls in a tight cage
For worshipping and being lame,
He's MyghtMage, he's MightyMage.
To our friend Baklava, musician,
We wanna see him on the stage
Singin' for the famed magician:
He's MightyMage, he's MightyMage.
I recognise his merits, but
A QP is wanted from the sage.
If he gives me one, then I will shout:
He's MightyMage, he's MightyMage.
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5 Times TV
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Corribus
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The Abyss Staring Back at You
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posted May 22, 2009 04:45 AM |
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Edited by Corribus at 05:02, 22 May 2009.
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*Bump*
I'm so happy - I found my famous Ode to Flank Steak poem on my old computer!!
Once long ago
A young man could not sleep,
He tried everything that night;
He even counted sheep.
He tossed and he turned,
In his bed so he did,
But sleep would not take him;
No, from him it hid.
Then he remembered the words
Of a woman of old
Who said that the trick
Was to keep the head cold!
So he got up from his bed
And walked to the kitchen
(A nice little room,
Some described it as snowin')
But there was no ice,
Only salad and steak!
And upon seeing this he cried,
"Oh, give me a break!"
"I'm tired, I'm sleepy,
I'm grouchy and forlorn!
If I don't fall asleep soon,
I'll not wake up in the morn!"
So what did he do?
He grabbed a handful of meat.
And tied it 'round his noggin,
But sloppily, not neat.
Comfy and content,
He walked back to bed.
An expensive cut of flank steak
Tied right to his head.
And just as the woman
Promised he might,
Within three flat minutes
He was out like a light.
Oh but you might remember,
As I just happened to say,
This man could not tie well
This late in the day.
So whilst he slept fitly,
All snug in his bed,
The knot came undone
And the steak fell from his head.
It slipped down his chest,
This chilly sirloin,
And oozed over his stomach,
Right into his groin.
Now this wouldn't've been bad,
It is no exaggeration to say,
If the man in his stupor
Had remembered this day,
To close the back door
That leads into his house,
Through which at this moment
Entered a mouse.
Chasing the mouse
Was a wandering beast,
The neighbors' mischievous dog
Who was seeking a feast.
And what did he smell
Upon entering that place?
YES! - The pleasant aroma
Of juicy flank steak!
His quarry forgotten,
The dog jerked to a stop,
Thinking 'What could that be -
Steak, fish or pork chop?'
No matter of course,
It was certainly some sort of meat,
And licking his teeth,
The dog started hunting this treat.
The dog dashed out of the kitchen,
And then climbed up the stair,
Following his nose
And the delectable scent in the air.
(Now the end of this story is tragic,
I'm so sorry to report,
So I will make make my best effort
To keep it mercifully short.)
The dog paused in the hallway,
Listening for sounds,
Fearful that maybe,
There might be other meat-seaking hounds.
But all was quite silent,
The dog was alone.
And so he continued
To track that T-bone!
At the end of the hallway,
The scent was quite stronger,
So the dog crept toward it,
Hunger leading him onward.
He nudged open the door
All quiet and sly.
But the dog grew excited -
The steak was nearby!
And then the dog saw it,
That enticing flank steak
A delectible meal
Just ripe for the take!
No longer worried about stealth,
The dog dashed into the room,
And then he proceeded to seal,
The sleeping man's doom.
I won't give you the details,
Of the man's crotch's future.
But suffice it to say,
He had more than one suture.
And what of the dog,
What happened to him?
Was that puppy's fate,
Just as painfully grim?
Well, no!
While the man was a-howling,
A-cursing and bleeding,
The dog escaped with his prize,
To do some fine feeding.
Yes, I must say the dog was quite happy
To take that steak hostage.
(And what better side dish,
Than a serving of sausage!)
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I'm sick of following my dreams. I'm just going to ask them where they're goin', and hook up with them later. -Mitch Hedberg
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mvassilev
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posted May 22, 2009 04:52 AM |
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winterfate
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Water-marked Champion!
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posted May 22, 2009 04:54 AM |
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Damn you Corribus! 
I'm in psychic pain now thanks to you. 
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If you supposedly care about someone, then don't push them out of your life. Acting like you're not doing it doesn't exempt you from what I just said. - Winterfate
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Corribus
Hero of Order
The Abyss Staring Back at You
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posted May 22, 2009 05:00 AM |
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Mission accomplished, then.
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I'm sick of following my dreams. I'm just going to ask them where they're goin', and hook up with them later. -Mitch Hedberg
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alcibiades
Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
of Gold Dragons
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posted June 12, 2009 07:52 PM |
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That was pretty gloomy. 
Gotta say I love Corribus' poem, though. Rhymes FTW! 
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Elvin
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Omnipresent Hero
Endless Revival
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posted June 12, 2009 08:23 PM |
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Poems about sin, judgement and stained souls are not my cup of tea but as a poem it was pretty good. And I can't believe I had missed the previous one, that made my day
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Corribus
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The Abyss Staring Back at You
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posted June 12, 2009 10:25 PM |
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I'd post my "Lickin' My Toes" poem, but I wouldn't want to overwhelm you with my disturbed awesomeness.
Oh, what the hell.
Lickin' My Toes
I went to the grocery store,
Just the other day,
found me some food,
then I went to pay.
I walked outside,
Carryin' my stuff
It was so damn hot,
Even movin' was tough.
So I rushed to my car
And opened the trunk
Puttin' in my food
and thinkin' of lunch!
Then what do you know,
I feel somethin' cool,
Kinda like water
and kinda like drool.
Refrain:
Lickin' My Toes!
Lickin' My Toes!
Who is a doin' it?
Nobody Knows!
Lickin' My Toes!
Lickin' My toes!
Kind feels good,
Mr., please don't go!
So I jump in the air
So surprised am I,
A man's lickin' my toes!
No, he's not shy.
I slam the trunk,
And cry for aid -
But nobody helps me,
They're all afraid!
So I back away,
but his tongue keeps coming,
Giving my toes
A slick, wet drumming!
I turn around,
Aimin' to run,
But then I remember
That brutal sun!
Refrain:
Lickin' My Toes!
Lickin' My Toes!
Who is a doin' it?
Nobody Knows!
Lickin' My Toes!
Lickin' My toes!
Kind feels good -
Mr., please don't go!
Yeah that sun's pretty hot
And I'm soon reminded,
It's so damn bright
I'm nearly blinded.
So I fall to the ground,
My food goes flyin'
I try to crawl away,
all the while I'm cryin'.
The man he follows
His wet tongue marches.
Slurping and suckin'
And lickin' my arches.
It feels kind of gross,
Cause it's all sloppy and sticky
But at the same time,
It's a little bit tickly!
Refrain:
Lickin' My Toes!
Lickin' My Toes!
Who is a doin' it?
Nobody Knows!
Lickin' My Toes!
Lickin' My toes!
Kind feels good -
Mr., please don't go!
Now at this time
I'm ashamed to admit
I'm kind of likin' this
Just a little bit.
'cause after all,
The day's so hot,
And surpsingly,
His saliva is not.
So I just kind of lay there
No longer fightin'
I mean, I can't get hurt,
Unless he starts bitin'
He stops for a minute
And looks at my face.
I just sort of smile.
Thinkin' "Don't slow the pace!"
Refrain:
Lickin' My Toes!
Lickin' My Toes!
Who is a doin' it?
Nobody Knows!
Lickin' My Toes!
Lickin' My toes!
Kind feels good -
Mr., please don't go!
It was kind of like a bath,
It was kind of like a shower,
I'd let it go on forever,
But sadly at just this hour.
There pulled into the lot,
A black and white,
And out popped a cop
Lookin' for a fight.
"OVER THERE!"
An onlooker pointed,
The slurpin' tongue jerked,
It's motion disjointed.
The licker got up and ran,
The cop gave chase,
And I just sat there
Whispering, "Wait, wait, wait!"
Refrain:
Lickin' My Toes!
Lickin' My Toes!
Who is a doin' it?
Nobody Knows!
Lickin' My Toes!
Lickin' My toes!
Kind feels good -
Mr., please don't go!
He ran as fast as he licked,
So the stranger got away,
The cop came back
Asked me: "Are you ok?"
He offered me a hand,
but I shook my head.
No, I refused it,
Sayin' instead:
"Mr. Policeman,
What have you done?
It's not like that man,
Shot me with a gun!"
"He was coolin' me off,
On this very hot day,
And what did you do:
You scared him away!"
"No you look here,"
I wagged a finger,
"Since that kind man is gone,
you had better linger.
"I'm hot and cranky,"
I growled with a scowl,
"You get down on the ground
AND LICK MY FEET NOW!"
CODA
Lickin' My Feet!
Lickin' My Feet!
I don't know who you were
But boy was that a treat...
(...don't even ask...)
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I'm sick of following my dreams. I'm just going to ask them where they're goin', and hook up with them later. -Mitch Hedberg
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