Poetry corner

[SSH]

I'm just sharing this silly rhyme I just made up:

Young Amish ladies who are energetic
And never indulge in cosmetics
Have a natural beauty
That's derived, you see
From aesthetic ascetic athletics...


I'll get me coat...

[Paper Carnival]

this is what my personal cheerleading squad says:

Grab your foot and touch your toe
Take an e and put an o
Take an o and put an e
Reveal a name of majesty

T-E-O
Wooooooo!

[LGM]

http://www.lilgryphmaster.com/poetry/

Everything to my name.

[magintz]

for those of you who might be interested, a few haiku's I have written in boredom.

http://www.magintz.com/haiku.php

[monkey0506]

Hindsight of Love

Every day I see her there,
Her eyes send out a piercing glare.
I want to run, I want to hide,
At times I wish that I had died.
To think of all the things I'd done;
I know I acted rather dumb.
I want to call, I want to tell
Her all about my living Hell.
But words mean nothing to deaf ears,
And to those that will not hear.
I wish that I could go back,
But that power, do I lack.

©Michael Rittenhouse 4 May 2005


Eternal Sorrow

Like a shadow
In the blazing sun,
A constant reminder
Of the things I've done.
Ever present
In my mind,
Now so clear,
I've been so blind.
Worse than death,
My fate is life.
Because for you
I've caused much strife.

©Michael Rittenhouse 6 May 2005


Interrogations

Questions, questions, why this game?
In my answers, naught but shame,
Lies, deceit, and trickery.
What is it you want from me?
To profess my love?  To say I care?
Look in my eyes; you'll see it there.
You know now just how I feel,
But my mind begins to reel;
Happy is what I want you to be,
But what is it you want from me?

©Michael Rittenhouse 6 May 2005

I have one more somewhere.  One that isn't related to the theme of these (i.e., these are all written about a girl at my school.  the one I'm referring to isn't.).

[Helm]

damn if it weren't for that copyright notice I'd have totally stolen that poem

[TheYak]

My name is also Michael Rittenhouse so I've already stolen the poems.

[Babar]

Once so very long ago,
The poems would come, then flow and flow,
I wrote of the most pointless things,
songs not even a drunkard sings.

On chocolate chips, and chocololate ships,
of Bruce Lee's flips, the bad guy's whips,
it flowed in to head, and out to my pen,
but I had no control over how and when.

Then alas, that fateful day,
I decided, I'd force it out, only MY way.
I sat at my desk, with my paper and pen,
and said: "it's me who says what, how and when",

So I thought and I thought, then I thought a bit more,
but the poetry formed was a tiresome bore,
I wrote upon such things as love, life and losses,
but my paper was filled with less words and more crosses.

So I set down my pen, and said "Enough is enough,
the old way is childish, the new way is tough".
From thenceforth on, not a poem I have written,
Until by this thread, the flow was unsmitten.

Heheh..I always enjoyed writing spontaneously rather than thinking it up before hand. Less pretentiousness and more fun the old way. I don't think it is all that bad for 10 minutes worth.

[monkey0506]

damn if it weren't for that copyright notice I'd have totally stolen that poem

My name is also Michael Rittenhouse so I've already stolen the poems.

You both have my express permission to use any of the aforementioned poems as you wish provided that you:

1.  Do not use them in any manner to deface me or any of my esteemed colleagues.
2.  Do not use them in any manner perverse to the original nature of the poems (do not use them out of context so as to pervert them).
3.  Share them with someone special to you.

If you fail to comply with the above terms, you then agree to be in violation of this Terms of Use document, voiding your right to use them in any manner.



Michael

Edit:

@Helm:  Which one impressed you so much?  I'm curious. 8)

@YakSpit:  If that's really your name, then it wouldn't be stealing now would it?

@Babar:  Not bad.  Especially for 10 minutes.

[Babar]

Hindsight of Love

Every day I see her there,
I want to run, I want to hide,
At times I wish that I had died.
I want to call,
Her my living Hell.
But words mean nothing to deaf ears,
And to those that will not hear.
I wish that I could go back,
But that power, do I lack.

©Michael Rittenhouse 4 May 2005


Eternal Sorrow

Like a shadow
In the blazing sun,
A constant reminder
Of the things I've done.
Worse than death,
I've caused much strife.

©Michael Rittenhouse 6 May 2005


Interrogations

Questions, questions, why this game?
In my answers, naught but shame,
Lies, deceit, and trickery.
Look in my eyes; you'll see it there.
You know now just how I feel,
But my mind begins to reel;

©Michael Rittenhouse 6 May 2005

Can't deface you or your <ahem> esteemed colleague? Don't pervert them?
Wouldn't dream of it!

Just kidding. Really. I hope you don't take this seriously. I realise that messing with someone else's work is evil...it's just a joke.

[monkey0506]

Indeed!

Glad to hear that you wouldn't dream of breaking the Terms of Use.  Especially since you never asked permission to use them in the first place.  But that's okay.  You can use them if you want.  You have my express permission provided you abide the aforementioned Terms of Use.

[Bluke4x4]

I wrote this a while back, when I wanted to write about the end of the earth. It's sort of in celebration for reading all the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy books and watching the whole television series in one weekend.

The end.

In the end there will be
nothing but humility
lost will be intelligent human mind
instead, people wish they had been more kind
however, this is impossible
the barren wasteland is inhospitable
doom reigns upon them all
watch the powerful leaders fall
they live to fight, and fight to die
and leave a child screaming "why"
and finally at the end of the day
some have gone to Heaven, some the other way
but that is far from here and now
so please, little boy, don't have a cow
this thing will not happen in your lifetime
in fact, earth just might be reachng its prime
look at the earth, so big and bold
who knows what the future holds?

copyright William Miracle and all that

[magintz]

My favourite poem of all tiems, unknown author:

As I was walking up the stairs,
I met a man who wasn't there,
He wasn't there again today,
I wish that man would go away.

And another funny one.

As I was walking by Saint Pauls,
A lady grabbed me by the... arm,
She said young man you've got some pluck,
How about a quick... cup of tea.
It may cost you a tenner,
It may cost you a bob,
It all depends on the size of your... cup.