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Very beautiful poetry Surreal. I think all the poems are very creative, even the lemon! Haha. When did you create these?
 

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Great thread! Here's my latest..

Christmas Abyss

It’s all so festive, all so jolly. That man in red: > a loathsome folly!
Baubles; tinsel; festive lights. Santa; angels; Jesus Christ..

Planning, shopping, spend and wrap. Fight the queues, avoid the traps.
Gifts for family, gifts for friends; will all this spending never end?!

All good manners, all good will, the benevolence we now must drill.
Obligations, gratitudes: a “merry season” > misconstrued.

Drown in booze and drench in telly. Bloodshot eyes and portly belly.
Contrary faith, disloyal duty; patrons baptized in counterfeit beauty.​

Spoonfed a lifestyle in ignorant bliss, the economy playground, the Christmas abyss.
All covet and hype, excess and greed. A wishlist, a wanting, an avarice need.​

Commercialism at its best ,
a notion that we all attest,
But still we all remain obsessed,
frustrations always unexpressed,
a state of being I can’t ingest,
...the synthetic joy that I detest.

So with forced cheer, I smile and wince
(to be a Grinch would be a cinch),
but fearing some ungodly lynch,
I’ll hide that Christmas makes me flinch!​

So..
Merry Christmas” nothing less,
Kind Regards” and “All the best
All my love” and add some kisses xx
thoughts of you” and “All best wishes
Have a good one, have a ball, enjoy the season, “good will” to all!​
 

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Great thread!
Thanks

Here's my latest..

Christmas Abyss

It’s all so festive, all so jolly. That man in red: > a loathsome folly!
Baubles; tinsel; festive lights. Santa; angels; Jesus Christ..

Planning, shopping, spend and wrap. Fight the queues, avoid the traps.
Gifts for family, gifts for friends; will all this spending never end?!

All good manners, all good will, the benevolence we now must drill.
Obligations, gratitudes: a “merry season” > misconstrued.

Drown in booze and drench in telly. Bloodshot eyes and portly belly.
Contrary faith, disloyal duty; patrons baptized in counterfeit beauty.​

Spoonfed a lifestyle in ignorant bliss, the economy playground, the Christmas abyss.
All covet and hype, excess and greed. A wishlist, a wanting, an avarice need.​

Commercialism at its best ,
a notion that we all attest,
But still we all remain obsessed,
frustrations always unexpressed,
a state of being I can’t ingest,
...the synthetic joy that I detest.

So with forced cheer, I smile and wince
(to be a Grinch would be a cinch),
but fearing some ungodly lynch,
I’ll hide that Christmas makes me flinch!​

So..
Merry Christmas” nothing less,
Kind Regards” and “All the best
All my love” and add some kisses xx
thoughts of you” and “All best wishes
Have a good one, have a ball, enjoy the season, “good will” to all!​
Great poem, thanks for posting it :)
 

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I have a place of peace

My nirvana
My inner sanctum
My home

and it is the desert

I live in a world where silence is the enemy
Stimulate my body with pills
Stimulate my mind with media
Stimulate my spirit with dogma

I miss my days of silence

So I made a place for it in myself

A desert, an ocean of dunes where the the waves don't crash, but march
A place where the world can't touch
So if I have that far away look, it is because I am far away

To places where others fear to tread
To the silence and heat, to the light and quiet

I go to be

I go

I don't think I'll move tomorrow...


Storms
I stand on rocky shores of reason in a sea of chaos.
Like Prospero I have summoned this storm, but i have not the power to dismiss it.

I wait for you, hoping to see your sails on the horizen declaring to me that the fight was not in vain.

But the winds whip harder, the water bites at my skin like the tears from an asylum.

My will wavers, my bones grow weak.

I stand on the shores for as long as I can.
Then I cave to the onslaught,
So I retreat to the my own world.

I lose faith that you will come for me, and I lose the memory of what you mean.

I still wait.
clutching to shattered dreams that bite my flesh.

The pain is what I have to hold onto.

Until storms go

and you meet me with true eyes.
 

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Doctor: < medical thrills, really like that :happy:
Beauty Chop: < brilliant! :laughing:
Fire: < blazing furnace of satanic light, awsome !
A Limerick About Lemons: < my favourite :happy:

Home
I have a place of peace

My nirvana
My inner sanctum
My home

and it is the desert

I live in a world where silence is the enemy
Stimulate my body with pills
Stimulate my mind with media
Stimulate my spirit with dogma

I miss my days of silence

So I made a place for it in myself

A desert, an ocean of dunes where the the waves don't crash, but march
A place where the world can't touch
So if I have that far away look, it is because I am far away

To places where others fear to tread
To the silence and heat, to the light and quiet

I go to be

I go

I don't think I'll move tomorrow...


Storms
I stand on rocky shores of reason in a sea of chaos.
Like Prospero I have summoned this storm, but i have not the power to dismiss it.

I wait for you, hoping to see your sails on the horizen declaring to me that the fight was not in vain.

But the winds whip harder, the water bites at my skin like the tears from an asylum.

My will wavers, my bones grow weak.

I stand on the shores for as long as I can.
Then I cave to the onslaught,
So I retreat to the my own world.

I lose faith that you will come for me, and I lose the memory of what you mean.

I still wait.
clutching to shattered dreams that bite my flesh.

The pain is what I have to hold onto.

Until storms go

and you meet me with true eyes.
Wow, place of peace is lovely. Storms is beautiful, found it quite breathtaking in fact :happy:
 

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Doctor: < medical thrills, really like that :happy:
Beauty Chop: < brilliant! :laughing:
Fire: < blazing furnace of satanic light, awsome !
A Limerick About Lemons: < my favourite :happy:
Thanks :laughing:

The lemon limerick was my first limerick I wrote, because I had heard about limericks before and I decided I wanted to write one even though I didn't know what it was (I do this alot) so I looked it up on wikipedia and I decided to make one about something silly, so I chose lemons as my topic haha.
 

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great! you guys make me wish I were more a talented wordsmith. *envy* :wink:
 
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I wake up and feel bored

I feel like a bleak existence, hollowed out by the world
I struggle to be heard, to be noticed – here am I,
I can work, I can produce – echoing back.
I wake up and stare into the monotonous hamster wheel called unemployment
I excel at some things, not at others, but why am I not seen?
I follow the trail of fellow non plussed’s
sending CV’s fruitlessly and desperately
at most, receiving an impersonal ‘thank you for applying, but..’
Sighs of weathered frustration whimper around the globe
When shall it end, this search for belonging, purpose, happiness
and become the three?
 
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What a great thread - so much talent. I love the Christmas poem - bloody brilliant!!!

I wrote this while I was breaking up with someone. Now I look at it, it's INTP in a nutshell lol

Conversation

6 04 2008

I can’t believe you said that
and here it comes now
the wave of emotion rising
from the pit of my stomach
like the crackling lightning
on Dr Frankenstein’s machine
it jolts my heart sending bolts
up into my confused brain
and now the neurones are firing
in a million different directions
throwing up parallel contradictory thoughts
and I’m experiencing overload
though you would never know it
as I sit stock still trying hard
not to cry, only able to blurt out
a meaningless quip saturated with anger
while desperately trying to find
the one coherent thought
amongst the chaos.
It comes to me later, too late.
All I really wanted to say was
‘Hold me, hold me and never let me go.’
 

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Was unsure whether to put this one up.. but ..ah well

(I wrote it a long time ago in a very angry and cynical state of mind.. the disdain was aimed at women just as much as it was at men, but mainly at the media at large. I still enjoy it though so I thought I'd share :happy:)

Lusts to service, men to please.

A prude, a whore, a dominatrix. Make a wish and I’ll just fake it.
Leather, bondage, fetish friendly. Film me, share me, probe and bend me.
Short short skirts and high high heels. Keep slim, yet curvy, soft to feel.
Busts on show and tousled hair. Wax away until you’re bare.

Make up, fashion, enjoy his sport. Parade your wares until you’re bought.
Fuck them daily, know the drill. Make him happy, obey his will.
Pillow fight and dirty talk. A cheeky grin, a sexy walk.
A toy, a game, a role to play. Add the spice to make him stay.

Lusts to service, men to please. Chase attention, flirt and tease.
Your eyes and smile he never sees. On all fours and on your knees.
Lusts to service, men to please. When hooked and caught, affections cease.

A sultry slave and keepers maid, a mother shackle, a whore to pay.
Necessary evil, companion in life. A nagging annoyance, his trouble and strife.
A minx, a nurse, a schoolgirl even. Don’t rile or cry or say you need him.
All his rules you must adhere to. Man is king, his needs you’ll see to.

Don’t grow up but don’t be girly. Don’t be dull and don’t be surly.
Don’t make him talk or ask him why. And forgive him when he has to lie.
Don’t talk too much and don’t make plans, don’t walk and talk while holding hands.
Your wish, your need, are all but moaning. He fears you want to merely own him.

Lusts to service, men to please. Chase attention, flirt and tease.
Your eyes and smile he never sees. On all fours and on your knees.
Lusts to service, men to please. When hooked and caught, affections cease.

Real connections, cupids hit. Let’s all concede, it’s all bullshit.
We all just want our needs fulfilled. Alluring charms, a thirst for thrills.
Some rate friendship, some rate passion. Some need trust and some need laughing.
Some are kinky, some are horny. Some like cocoa with a story...

To match our needs to grow to care. Be kind and thoughtful, a rapport that’s rare.
Is worth the risk, or so I’m told. But loves a con, and respect is sold.
 

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To A Dead God

O Poseidon!
How thy seas did froth and foam!
The sea was thy dominion;
thus, it was thy strength and home.
How Man didst tremble and shake,
when thou caused the earth to quake!

Neptune was a Roman fraud,
who was an imposter god!

Thy waves became a trickle,
(for mortal men are fickle)
as thy godly kin and kith
were deemed false and foolish myth.

Whither art those rare portals
which do hide dead immortals?

Proud Poseidon rests in peace, for his pagan praise did cease.
 

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Was unsure whether to put this one up.. but ..ah well
I'm glad you did that is a fantastic poem - I should have realised you were NF (I got it wrong on that other thread :blushed:sorry) the poem is so full of anger and disgust. But it's also got a great energy which drives it along. It captures exactly every feminist's dilemma of not wanting to play the game, but wondering if there's an alternative, of wanting better for women, but feeling manipulated into hating one's own sex.

This and the Christmas poem are really good - please do post more!!
 
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Here's another poem that gives away my INTPness! It also links to the thread I started about whether it is dangerous to act like an extrovert. I wrote it nearly 3 years ago.


Deep Shallow

26 07 2006


I used to be deep
like the ocean.
Darkest green
changeable
rumbling source
of crashing waves.
You could sink
into my being
and never reach the bottom.
Loneliness gradually
drove me to the shore
to the shallows of
the mundane
the everyday
the material world.
It’s frothy
in the shallows.
It’s shallow
in the shallows.
There are few secrets
and even less dreams.
No opportunity for
imagination.
Less chance of
surprise.
It’s a quick creation
requiring little thought.


I long for the deep blue sea
 
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