You love them
You care for them
You want them to live with you forever
How can they
They haven't heard
Or is it that they can't hear
They can't hear 'cause we don't speak
Why don't we speak
Courage
Pride
Jealousy
Hopelessness
Helplessness
Why don't we speak
Listen to my reading of this poem.
The wind is carrying the autumn leaves,
Rolling away to nowhere.
The sunlight is falling short,
It is dark to the valley.
You and I still awake,
Worry to be apart.
Too many thing we have learnt and shared,
Your deep blue eyes waving wonder,
Emptiness remains on my hand.
Forever more or never last,
The truly love that I have just found:
Our lives!
Fill it please happy hours,
Love everyday and everyone.
As rotten leaves passing away,
Memory, loving and hatred
Suddenly to be released.
Should we close our eyes in peace?
Or cry out like a new born?
I've had a backlog of unsolicited poems from people. In order to make it more interesting, I thought I'd read my own rendition of the poems, record it, then post it as an MP3. This is my first one. I didn't add any commentary to it, but may for others. Please, listen along as you read it.
I am sitting here zoned out,
Reminiscing about the good old days...
When we were so close...we were one.
I can't stop thinking about you!
You keep running through my mind!
The day you walked out of my life...
Was the day I died...
That is the day my heart stopped beating.
The day my last breath was stolen...
The day that I went broke...
I had nothing to give...
I gave it my all...
But that was not enough...
I had nothing else to lose after you left.
All I ever wanted...was you...
Today I got an email from one of the people which I posted their poems. They ask that I remove it (quite nicely). I'm not quite sure if I should remove them when people ask or not. I didn't ask for the poems. For background, I used to run the Perl Poetry Contest for The Perl Journal. Somehow, the email address I used for submissions must be published somewhere as a poetry contest thing. I've asked multiple people where they found my address, but nobody answers. So, I have no idea where they get it, and no idea why they submit to me. It's not like I have some poetry contest site, as you can plainly see. Since I get a lot of poems (I still have about 15 waiting for me to post) submitted, I figure I may as well share them and poke fun^H^H^Hcritique them.
Should I remove them when someone asks me nicely? Ask me rudely, no way.. but nicely?
Here is another unsolicited poem. This one is really quite bad.
a bittersweet symphony recites in his mind.
memories of her, so sweet, so unreal.
he never caught her, he never could find
the words to say "I care"
He must be pretty stupid. The words to say "I care" are "I care".
to show her how to feel.
her soft ruby lips, quivered as she sips,
her sweet lemonade, as she hums that old familiar tune.
Is she whistlin' Dixie?
and he thought, could it be so perfect? He knew forever was to soon.
Her little finger dipped,
into the cream of her pie.
Uh.. "cream of her pie"? I hope that's a metaphore.
He knew his love her her was too strong,
her her
that as long as he lived, it would never die.
He twinges with her gaze,
so mysterious and dazed.
She must be on drugs. Probably X, so many kids like X these days.
her little feet curl, and her angel wings unfurl.
Huh? She loses her feet, but gains wings?
she glides into the sky,
drops her gaze down to say goodbye.
Goodbye!
The author, Noe, added in an explination of the poem:
This piece describes how something that could seems so incredibly perfect, and in your grasping reach could be unreal.
I wrote this when i was watching a music video about a girlfriend dying, but she was never really there....it made me
think of realism and what really exists in our world today.
First, I'll agree this is a "piece". This "art" came from the "art" of a music video. That's peoples inspiration? Sounds like this "piece" describes the old saying "If it's too good to be true, it probably is." The only realism is that is was pretty bad.
Recently some people again thought I was having a poetry contest. I still can't find out where this comes from. Years ago I used to judge The Perl Journal's poetry contest.. which is where the email address came from. But, not sure where it's published as being a general poetry contest. This is why I post peoples poems here.. I didn't ask for them, and since most suck I like to share them and sometimes make funny (subjective) commentary. I'll spare this one since it is about the WTC. For some reason, I can't joke on those.
This one is by Ellen Durrett.
I can smell the burning flesh of people I know;
They are dying around me, like a horror show.
I can not see, I am blinded from the dark, smoke;
Someone grabs my ankle, with fright, I begin to choke.
"Please help me Ellen."cries my boss from below;
"Here, Mr. Kiselawski,"Hurry, the building is going to blow!"
The smoke is getting thick, and the flames are near my head;
My body falls to the floor, I can't breathe, soon I will be dead.
I heard an Angel say,"Look what I have found."
My Angel gently picks me up off the ground.
He said, "The building is going to fall, there is the door."
"Runaway, don't look back, I have to save more.
So I'm runningaway.........
I look back............
My Angel died today.
This poem included a P.S....
This poem is dedicated to all the heros who gave up/risk their lives for us.
In memory of all the victims at the World Trade Center. I will never forget you.
Usually I make fun of the poems which people send me, and I didn't ask for. But, this one I won't.
The Day The World Came Together
Dedication to the September 11th Disaster
Waking on this average day,
Not knowing what the day will bring,
Taking on a different way,
Terrors flight taking wing,
The world became a united front,
With sorrow as a ulterior motive,
To join a massive evil Hunt,
Powerful commitment, to share and give,
As the world joined in unity,
Courage prevailed, as a loving force,
It became a scrutiny, driving Evil off it's course,
All in all, I've never been,
So proud of the country I live in,
The world came together, that very day,
making me proud in every way,
We can't forget the agony, that was left behind,
But In life the strong continue to shine,
The evil and the weak, will not prevail,
The Kind and the Loving, will never fail,
Er, this one is odd. Once I got past the CAPS, terrible spelling, made up words and complete lack of poetry in this poem, I can't decide if this is written by some sort of pervert who likes pre-teen boys. If you want to, you can email the author at applepie643@aol.com and ask the person what's up with this. Poetry, or Poetic Pedephelia... you decide..
BRYAN MY LOVE MY SUTRY PRETEEN,
WHY MUST I ONLY HOLD YOU ONLY IN
MY DREAMS WILL I BE FOREVER ENALVEY
BY YOUR SPELL? WHY MUST I WORSHIP
YOU AND NEVER EVER TELL?
Ok, I won't even comment on this one.. this dude has some issues to work out. Oddly enough, if you say this to the rhythm of Eminem's "Superman", it just about matches:
how could u do this to me bitch i hate u
ur so fuckin mean i cant believe i ever wanted to date u
i hope u fuckin die
cuz all u do is fuckin lie
u forgot my fuckin birthday
but yo stupid ass remembered earthday
damn our such i bitch
IM gonna kill u and bury u in a fuckin ditch
i wish u loved me and adored me
but all u do is fucking ignore me!
God damint u stupid slut
IM gonna stick my Dick in yo but
IM gonna make u scream so fuckin loud
were gonna attract a fuckin crowd
I suggest this guy get some professional help... oh, and he is an AOL l^Huser.
Yet another unwanted poem. I got this a few days ago from, you guessed it, an AOL user.
WALKING ENDLESSLY THREW THE NIGHT ,THE AIR IS THICK IM BEING GUIDED BY THE
WHERE DO I START? OH YEAH, STOP YELLING YOUR POEM AT ME! BY THE WAY, HOW DO YOU GO "ENDLESSLY THREW THE NIGHT"??
MOONLIGHT. DARKNESS SURROUNDS ME ITS HARD TO SEE I HEAR NOISES AND I THINK
Maybe the noises are the Comma & Apostrophe Police coming to get you.
ITS JUST ME.MY HEART IS POUNDING FROM EVERY SOUND,MY PALMS ARE SWEATING ,I
CANT GET OUT!!!!!!!!!!
Eeek!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm scared!!!!!!!!!!!! Whatever will happen next???????
SUDDENLY I AWAKE FROM VAST A SLEEP,DREAMING OF SOMETHING I JUST CANT
FREE................
Whew! It was only a dream................ to bad getting this email wasn't just a bad dream..................
Here is the final one from incoherent AOL chick. She titled this one "Peace". I'm not even going to comment on it. It hurts my brain to even read it. Feel free to make your own comments on it... if you can make it through it.
Was there ever peace within our world? Was I born to late to see it? There is
not one moment in my life that there was anything that screamed peace
nothing!
Nothing that was ever calm. The news is filled with bad things happening
every moment of the day.
The day that I see peace is the day that I am dead. Was this world met to be
this way? Did we cause it? Was I the one responsible of it? No No there got
to be someone else to blame. There has to be someone that knows how to stop
it. There got to be that one person that will not say that it was there
neighbor or there acquaintance it has to be someone else. To see is to
believe that was tough to us since we could comprehend words the knowledge of
learning was is causing this world in to causae the causae that we bring to
our self's is what we are all to blame not one person but everyone. We
brought this to ourselves we did we did. We want peace but do we ourselves
really bring peace no we cause causae to everything and everyone that crosses
us. To complicated to think of to hard. We will let it go we will forget.
Forget not is fix what we should to. Lets start with ourselves.
If you made it this far, you have too much time on your hands!
Here is another from the incoherent chick from AOL... She titled this one "The One" (does she mean Jet Li, from the movie The One?)
The one we love does not love me. The one he love does not love him!
Ohhhh... a love triangle!! Or is that a love quadrangle? She says "the one we love".. not sure who the 'we' is.
One time there was nothing there for me to hold on to now that it is gone
Well, duh! If it is gone, you can't hold on to it.
what is there to hold on to. The air the dirt the cloud nothing there for me.
There is also no proper punctuation for you. Questions generally end with a ?, even when rhetorical.
Me and only me. There was one the one that I loved the one that will never
love me the one that did not even now I was there.
Huh? I'm losing cound of the people. There is only her, there is the one, and the one that she loves, and the one that won't ever love her and the one who doesn't know she is there. I think that is now 5 people involved. Turning into a regular orgy if all these people got together with a bottle of Jack Daniels.
We breath the same air we
look at the same sky we see the same moon that shines in the sky like a
miracle that is impossible to grab.
That is actually poetic! She should have stopped there.
What is there left for me to do what?
From poetic to pure incoherent crap in one line.
I know that he was the one the only one. Now he is gone no one will ever take
he place.
I wonder where 'he' went. Was it a "Hey honey, I'm going to go get a pack of smokes" and he never returned kinda thing?
Should I give up?
Yes.
Should I keep on trying?
No.
Should I run until there is no more air inside me no power to propel me?
Yes.
The one is gone!
And so is your sanity, from what I can tell. I hope writing isn't what this girl wants to do for a living.
I got three from this chick. Here is the first. She is, you guessed it, another AOL luser.
Life what a life.
Comma, missing comma. Actually, the punctuation is horrible through the whole thing. What do kids learn in school these days?
We leave to dream we dream of life.
Once those are settled what to do wha to do.
huh?
No one told me what to do. Dreaming is living them what is living for?
Once you know you are gone. Gone to were where to go. Time time time is there
Um.. what?!?! What the hell does "Gone to were where to go" even mean?
time for all of this or has time run out? We will learn only when our time is
over weather it was worth the dream or worh the time.
Once we live and we die.
Death was there in every dream, but life was gone. Now we lie to sleep and
never dream again.
Let's dream of what is there to come. We will never now what it was until
there is no life.
Ok, I have no clue what she just said. Time has run out, while dreaming? That happens to me every morning when my alarm goes off. I think this is about dying, or dreaming, or not dreaming because you are dead, or there is no life. I thought there was no spoon! This chick must be on some seriously good LSD.
This is from a girl named Nicole (15/f, according to her email). She also included her home address in the email. Obviously, her parents don't coach her on safe internet usage. He is an AOL luser.. I mean user.
Dont u hate it when people fight
When ever i do it keeps me up all night
No, but I do hate it when people use 'u' instead of just typing 'you'.
Wondering what ever they said or did
You know that they are jus being a kid
I'm wondering what this has to do with the first verse. Also wondering where the punctuation is, and where the 't' in 'just' went to.
Being retarted and stupid all the time
And when i get mad i start to ryhme
Uh oh.. stand back folks! "Time" and "rhyme" do rhyme.. so Nicole must be pretty pissed off! At least she admits she is retarted. I wonder if when she gets mad if she has that super-retard strength. I could see her, all retarted, screaming in rhymes while wildly swinging away.
But some people take it a lil to far
And when they do i jus wanna reck in a car
Suicidal, are we? You are 15, you shouldn't be driving a car! Get a Cannondale or a Huffy.
Why can't everyone be happy for jus for a couple days
And thats really all i have to say
"Why can't we all jus get along?"
I know it may sound a lil gay
But i hope u understand what i had to say
Not a lil gay, a lotta gay. I think I understand what u had to say. You are 15 year old retarted gay girl who stays up all night fighting and want to kill herself in a car. I think you need some therapy.
When the wind stops blowing, When the World stops rolling, When the darkness
is light and the sun stops showing. When the silence is loud and the loudness
is silent. When the wind stops blowing, When the world stops rolling.
Ok, so this short poem isn't too bad (keyword: short). Since I have to bowl tonight, I keep parsing 'blowing' as 'bowling'... then I try to put 'blowing' in the context of 'blow job', and it becomes much funnier. In a followup email from this person, s/he writes:
I wrote that peom myself it moves me in a way its heart touching.
Which makes me think that the person didn't really write the poem alone. ".. in a way its heart touching."??? What the hell does that mean? Anyways, I think the poem is about oral sex at a bowling alley, and I'm sticking with that!
This is by a 16 year old named Matt
The cries of my mind are but proof
Of the pains of love
As I think about why I give love
And receive none
And how no matter how I try
No matter how I beg and plead
Love still does not find me
And I am lost in a dream
Falling towards nothing
Feeling the pains of love
As they drift by me
On blackened wings
Never to awaken
Never to reach true love in return
Never to feel what I give
Seems like Matt needs to chill. Don't look for love, buddy. Besides, you are 16.. you should be looking for some sluts who want anything BUT love! Ahhh.. to be 16 again.
Wow.. as I was logging entry #3, this entry came to me.
Enrty #4
From xxxxx@hotmail.com Fri May 3 12:01:49 2002
To: xxxx@xxxxx.com
Subject: Pain Me No More
Date: Fri, 03 May 2002 08:24:00 -0700
My Name is Sean Bithell xxxxx@hotmail.com
Just keep my name on this!
Sure Sean, I will be happy to keep your name on this! I certainly don't want to take credit for this masterpiece!
Pain Me No more
Amen brother! Just don't send me any more poems.
Pains me to see you love him the way you do
Can't you see that I really could love you?
That mind is made and no longer is up to take
And your heart is his and what you told me was fake
Uh oh.. classic tale of "he loves her, she loves another but lies to you like the bitch she really is but you won't take the hint".
Love me or hate me just don't pain me anymore
Cause hanging around just put salt on my sore
Please pain me, pain me No more
That last line confuses me.. do you want to be pained, or not pained? Are you into some wierd BDSM stuff? I'd also put a bandage on that sore, which would help keep the salt from getting in it.
He will just make you cry all night
But maybe that's what you want
Just another drama fight
Yeah! You tell her! I'm not sure I have witnessed a 'drama fight', though. Maybe a 'dramatic fight'? Or 'pudding fight'?
We both deserve something
You got the pleasure, I got the sting
I am rubber, you are glue...
Punishment and pain
Seemed to be just the same
More BDSM overtones.
So what did I do wrong,
that would pain me for this long?
Maybe when you were younger you shoved a crayon up your nose into your skull. That could cause some long lasting pain. Homer Simpson did this.
Decided ever sense you closed that door
That you will pain me no more
Seems like she made the decision.
I gave it my all
Only to take a fall
Just not hearing your voice
Is my method of choice?
So you pain me no more
No comment.. still trying to figure out the answer to "Is my method of choice?" That must be some sort of koan like "what is the sound of one hand clapping?" Well my one hand is clapping for this amusing poem.
Here is another entry.. I almost thought it was send by the ghost of e.e. cummings... but turned out not to be. Notice a trend in the addresses these come from?
Enrty #3
From xxxxx@aol.com Sat Apr 20 11:35:56 2002
Date: Sat, 20 Apr 2002 11:04:41 EDT
Subject: (no subject)
To: xxxxx@xxxxx.com
X-Mailer: AOL 6.0 for Windows US sub 10560
red white and the blu were is that blue blue I see the sky up really hign I
get real scared when I don't see the blue sky then how would their be the
pledge flag now blue come back were ever you are come back blue .
So, apparantly run-on sentences are poems which I would want to read and all the spelling errors add some sort of artistic thing from someone who should probably learn where to place a comma in his poems .
Here is another misguided poem sent to me by some random person.
Entry #2
From xxxxxx@aol.com Tue Apr 23 22:04:31 2002
Date: Tue, 23 Apr 2002 21:32:28 EDT
Subject: poems
To: xxxxxt@xxxxx.com
X-Mailer: AOL 7.0 for Windows US sub 118
The Moon
THE MOON
MAKES YOU WANDER LIKE A CHILD
A BROTHER TO THE MOON LIKE SHADOW TO LIGHT
PROMISES TO BE THERE LIKE THE SKY ITSELF
THE MOON
Steven Magallanes. My poem would make you think. It has no rhymes but 3
similes. The title is the best i can do
Yes Steven, your poem does make me think. It makes me think "Why the hell did you send this to me?". I asked the moon on a clear night, but it also didn't know. It did respond with the simili "This poem is like something I enjoy reading." Get it? A similie compares two unlike things.. this poem, and something I would enjoy.
I used to do the Perl Poetry Contest for The Perl Journal. Somehow, the email address I use for that contest made its way into the wild. Some morons seem to think I have some ongoing Poetry (regular poetry) contest and send me their poems. I have emailed a few of them asking where they saw the email address, and why they think I want their poems... but noone every responds. So, I have decided to stop deleting these things and just post them here :)
Entry #1
From xxxxx@aol.com Thu May 2 21:37:32 2002
Date: Thu, 2 May 2002 21:01:29 EDT
Subject: i want to enter
To: xxxxx@xxxx.com
X-Mailer: AOL 6.0 for Windows US sub 10571
Heres my poem about dare.
There're a lot of things I've learned in life such as how to do my hair.
But most of the things I've learned in life are the things I've learned in
dare.
I see people smoking cigarettes but I think, heck, I don't care.
And the pressure that's on u is really not fare.
So the next time your friends ask u to take the puff, there just trying to be
tuff.
say "that's enough"
I'm not old enough.
by Rachel Johnston
I'm happy Rachel isn't smoking.. good for you! But, "I'm not old enough"? So, you should smoke when you are? I'm confused.