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Express yourself by writing a poem!

PostPosted: Sun Mar 20, 2005 12:46 pm
by Starlight

i just came up with this topic because i want to observe that living in such a horrible time period i.e. in new millineum, do still we have some creativity left in us, so try to be as hopeful & dreamer as you can.

waiting for your beautiful & innovative poems,

Love for all.

Homage to the Past

PostPosted: Sun Mar 20, 2005 6:14 pm
by MonroeDoctrine
I didn't want to be a self-centered ego maniac so I decided 't would be best to share another man's poem that I think is creative to set the standard for creativity:


I'll tell you a plan for gaining wealth,
better than banking trade or leases;
take a bank note and fold it up,
and then you'll find your money in-creases.

This wonderful plan without danger or loss,
keeps your cash in your hands where nothing can trouble it;
and everytime that you fold it across,
'T is as plain as the light of day that you double it!

PostPosted: Sun Mar 20, 2005 9:47 pm
by Despondence


You're joking, right?
Either way, that's pretty funny, on so many levels...

Nice poem!

PostPosted: Mon Mar 21, 2005 6:01 am
by Starlight
hi, this poem by Anonymous was indeed very good but eh- it is not that creative or what can i say imaginative one. Try to be more dreamful next time.

Despondence don't you have anything to share with us that will somehow related to your poetic sense?

love for all.

PostPosted: Mon Mar 21, 2005 8:57 am
by Despondence
Ah, sorry to break the mood here, I just.....that guy, monroe dude - he just cracks me up sometimes.

O! learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.

I'm still working on my learning curve....

Keep up!

PostPosted: Tue Mar 22, 2005 7:42 am
by Starlight
that was realy nice thing from your side despondence but i'll certainly wait for more.

ok now you all might be thinking that i havent posted any poem so here it goes,

Winter Winds

Snow is falling up on mountains
smoke is coming from chimneys of huts
my heart is aching coz' of frozen separation
& behind me the door is shut

these winter winds remind me cold memories
the ones i want to forget
Outside the window floats cool breeze
Ah- i realized this is end of frosted sunset.

(These are two stanzas from my poem Winter Winds)

Do tell me you people liked this poem?

Love for all.

PostPosted: Tue Mar 22, 2005 12:00 pm
by Saturn
I'm working up a poem - be ready in a few days folks.

A nice little polemical anti-war paean :roll:

That promised poesy

PostPosted: Tue Mar 22, 2005 9:58 pm
by Saturn
:oops: I'm very rusty, so apologies in advance.

This was written quite a while ago, but I revised it today. I wrote it in response to the First World War film 'Resurrection' about shell-shocked soldiers on the home front which includes Seigfried Sassoon and Wilfred Owen as characters (the film not the poem by the way). A deeply affecting, moving piece of cinema.

Hope you like the poem everyone, or at least understand some of it.

The Peagant Of War

Roll up, roll, roll up for war!
Bring your sons, follow the dance!
Generations know the tune, so
Come join the eternal Phyrric steps.
I promise you blood, sweat and tears,
More death than you can imagine.
But, it won't be all that bad:
Think always of eternal fame.

Here, take these masks from me;
This one, bejewelled, and gaudy
Is the bright bauble of GLORY;
This stiff and well-crafted one
Is the mask of steely PRIDE;
This, dignified and noble,
Is the heady visor of HONOUR;
Take this well-worn, patched one;
This, the age-old heirloom of DUTY.

Now, wear each visor well,
Let not your mask fall away:
As long as you present well
A generation in arms, art
Will triumph over truth and sense.

Come, leave aside all you love,
All that makes life a joy,
Hop, skip and jump the way
On the path trode before
By aeons. Walk in their steps;
Every breath you inhale
Has progressed already
Through Kings, Consuls, hoplites:
Their spirits still stalk abroad,
With ever accusatory fingers,
History's warning on their lips
Of crimes too bloody for speech.

Fortune is a maypole, on which
All are bound to swing, as if
Free from collision, yet all
Our fates are but the arc
Of Time, and so will clash.
Each are bound alike, unable
To break free, but entagled,
Twisted on another's trajectory.

Where fates collide, they dissect
Sharply, deep with precision,
And, reasonless, we're shot,
Caught by the inevitability of it.

why this mother goose poem is of profound importance

PostPosted: Thu Mar 31, 2005 8:15 pm
by MonroeDoctrine
Allow me to share my analysis of poetry.

Here is a simple mother goose poem.

I love coffee

I love coffee,
I love tea,
I love the ladies;
and they love me.

Most people shall ask why this poem is profound well let us look at the method employed to convey an idea.

First off the theme I love goes through a series of transformations, that in and of itself is the beggining of conveying an idea. This person is taking a simple theme and exploring it.

Now it starts by nameing simple objects that are not particulary profound: coffee and tea. Then all of a sudden a total Riemannian transformation occurs! Where the poet leaves the domain of simple object relationships into human thoughts and emotions: I love the ladies. The end is a complete irony where the poet goes through another transformation away from the obvious theme of I LOVE to what another human being loves: and they love me.

The irony is built on the axiomatic system of I love. When the changes take place the mind of the reader naturally becomes moved;hence the profundity of this simple poem.

PostPosted: Mon Apr 04, 2005 6:46 pm
by thenewaustria
My mind's emptiness needed some new filler
a lonely freshman, friendless, sad, and grave
then some new stranger packed my brain with Schiller
and changed me to LaRouche's witless slave


PostPosted: Tue Apr 05, 2005 9:00 am
by MonroeDoctrine
The new Austria? What the hell does that mean? Are you trying to create the Third Reich? You want to talk about witless; your poem contained no: irony, wit, humor or any type of paradox which enables the mind to access wit. Your poem was about as exciting and a set of linear equations.
Your poem was also a waste of your time, spend your time wisely like Keats did doing a favor to mankind. People like Keats and Shelly wanted humanity to engage in ideas and have fun! They wanted to do something good, and loving towards their fellow human being. Nothing in what you wrote even approximated that.

Schiller is one of the best philosophers in history along with Lyndon LaRouche. Read their writings and discover something! Find out why the opposition to the NAZI party used Schiller Quotes in their leafletts id est the White Rose Society used Schiller. They were pages out of Schiller's essay on Lycurgus and Solon. Recognize those that outwit you philisophically, and before you belittle Schiller or LaRouche reach their level first.

PostPosted: Tue Apr 05, 2005 9:36 am
by Saturn
On Rilke

How did he manage it?
What new-fangled experiment
Or instrument did he use?
Nothing else can explain
That insight and godlike calrity.

How did he make a window,
Pull back the shutters of truth,
Peering keenly at's nakedness?
What x-ray-like sense
Could so easily delineate
Life - with surgeonly-precision?

How could he tunnel so far,
So close to the very centre;
Able to gaze unfinchingly
At the pillars of wisdom?

He was like Galen -anatomising
Experience with keen observation;
Acute as Da Vinci, sketching
All the cavities of thought.

He had a duologue with Death,
A fruitful accomodation, which
Reconciled us to his neccessity.

He navigated the murky streets
Of understanding, washing them clean
As th' Augean stable of yore :
A labour no less glorious and noble.

PostPosted: Tue Apr 05, 2005 3:11 pm
by Starlight

firstly i should state the reason why i was unable to reply soon, i was having my exams of BBA. Now i'm back.

ok! so here i have some nice poems by Stephen & thenewaustria. Very excellent work keep it up.
Interesting piece of work was brought here by Monroedoctrine who came up with Analysis of poetry. It was quiet thought provoking. I liked it & (to some extent learned some lessons)

But Monroe can u share your own poem with us?
I'll wait for it.
Keep posting your creative work.


Why in some cases I choose not to write poems!

PostPosted: Tue Apr 05, 2005 5:54 pm
by MonroeDoctrine
If I write a good poem I know that someone can easily take credit for it and steal my clever idea! That's why I limit the creativity burst of mine on these forums. If I ever get copywritten poems I'll share them.
But I did write a poem on this forum called "Oh The." Seek and ye shall find it.

Re: Why in some cases I choose not to write poems!

PostPosted: Tue Apr 05, 2005 10:53 pm
by Despondence
MonroeDoctrine wrote:If I write a good poem I know that someone can easily take credit for it and steal my clever idea! That's why I limit the creativity burst of mine on these forums. If I ever get copywritten poems I'll share them.

If that's "copyright" (copywrite?) you're referring to, you might want to read up a bit on the real thing. You have copyright on everything you publish on the internet (provided it was your original work to begin with). It might serve as a pointer to others, however, if you also put your real name on it.