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Postby yandee » Mon Sep 10, 2007 4:22 pm

the most beautiful poems
that you've written
are not about me
why should they?
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Postby Miserable Liar » Wed Sep 12, 2007 1:15 am

Room

I left, yesterday,
it made me sad, but in a way,
I’m glad that I did what I did,
now I’m out of that bottomless pit.
Anyone can do what I’ve done,
the trick is to shoot and then run,
still good to be away from that place,
happy now that I’ve got me some space.

She calls, to ask me why,
and my, only reply,
”Does it feel good to be all alone,
so you can do all your business at home?”
Why did I, leave it so long?
why don’t you realise that you were wrong?
still good to be away from that hole,
I feel like I’m back with my soul.

You called my name, I turned my back,
I’ve said goodbye and that is that,
since I left I feel I have grown,
I smiled as I left all on my own.

I hear a voice, but what does it say?
you talk and talk, I drift away,
every time you speak how you speak,
why try and paint a picture so bleak?
You're gonna kill me, is that your plan?
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Postby Miserable Liar » Wed Sep 12, 2007 10:11 pm

<div align="center">Sea Bird


Sea bird I watch you just skimming the water’s front,

you lift yourself up and off to go and find some lunch,

Now I wish I hadn’t thrown away, what I didn’t need,
I’ll never see you again because you must eat.

Sea bird I look for you, because you don’t all seem the same,
Climbing the mountains, for a chance to gaze at you again.

So beautiful and elegant, why couldn’t that be me?
How graceful must I look when I’m just walking down the street?

Sea Bird, I see you coming back to me,
I must say I admire you for gliding so perfectly,
as I walked on, you followed me home,
we didn’t seem so different side by side.

Sea Bird I’m watching you just walking in the road,
you’ll lift yourself up and off again to roam.
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Postby Miserable Liar » Thu Sep 13, 2007 7:48 pm

<div align="center">Solitary

Coming up, becoming one,
separation, seemed such a dream come true,
on a way to the bottom, icing up,
like the king of his castle locked in a freezer.

Looking down whilst lying flat on my back,
slipping over to the side I’d like to stay with,
her hands a rocky mountain top, holding me by the sea,
where the thought of falling could only be washed out with release.

Throwing myself at the edge, only to regret at the last breath,
calling my own telephone never made so much sense before,
but it’s the only choice I seem to have, not that it matters to you,
I’ve forgotten why I started this in the first place,
one time I had reasons for my actions, because actions have a reason for you…

And a consequence too.
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Postby madmancmonkey » Mon Oct 01, 2007 12:13 pm

I might have submitted this before but anyway I have modified it so...


The local hedonists' club

Now I'm in the local hedonists' club
All those black hole Friday, Saturday nights
Pursuing fleeing stars in the gutter
Exposed by the cool, creeping morning lights
I hope greedy circling culture vultures
Won't pick the naked carcass of my pride
Now in here clamour the intimate youth
Thankfully alcohol is on my side
Me and loyal bespectacled lover
Are reading the folks easily like books
And from their facade cover-to-cover
Though one should never judge one from it

To some, the Beatles are overrated
If they hate good music, they must be deaf
I'll cut their ears off, drain them of their breath
Because all they talk is hot air, bated
My brogues raise a laugh, chacun a son gout
The skirts are short, the night long, nothing new
I'm all Baudelaire verse, magic green fairy
Punters are so average, it's scary
At half past midnight, they are half-pissed drunk
And from Smirnoff ice, ego ships are sunk
Dance, ogle, grab a girl or grab a wife
Existentially, this may be 'the life'!

And on the dancefloor as fast as lightning
Those simply entertained, it's frightening
Drop a Shostakovich note on your head
I'll thrash you with Wilde's wit until your're dead
My posture and pose is met by tuts
By the crew with Tony and Guy haircuts
Copycats, goodbye to pop music art,
Soon the underdogs will tear you apart!!
Now my beatnik French cap is soaked in blood
I can't remember the night, which is good
And as I give my banging head a rub
'Next week', in the local hedonists' club

In this ice-age of precious youth
I'd gladly burn my Complete Nietszche
Just to keep warm, it's suirvival.
As affinity resounds, silence-loud
Looming more than anything said and done
Stands before me; the sum of all I'm not.
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Postby Miserable Liar » Sun Oct 07, 2007 1:41 am

Today i've just taken time out, been very tired and things recently, also gigging and practicing a lot. Also, my girlfriend's late arrival gave me some time out to write. It's only really starting to occur to me how much writing is important to me.


In My Eyes

In my eyes,
there’s really nothing finer, than a kiss between two lovers,
it’s no crime,
to say just you mean and, you still make believe when
I see sunlight,
You’re just around the corner, it makes it so much better.

In my eyes,
there’s no greater way to tell you, than to just come out and tell you,
it’s alright.
If you don’t believe it, I know just what I mean and,
it’ll be fine,
once you open up the door, I will show you more.

In my eyes,
the door isn’t closed, but not wide enough for me to slip in,
it’s alright,
because once I’ve actually told her, the door will disappear,
it’ll be fine,
the world is still a dot to me, you’re a part of that just watch and see.


In your eyes,
do I seem to be what you’re after, just waiting for an answer,
well that’s fine,
Because, I’m still here, I’ll just sit by the window,
I see sunlight,
and you’re not around the corner, but I’m glad with what I feel for her.


Not Your Average Blues Blues

Had too many mornings,
brushing my teeth with a razor,
Shaving with a comb,
washing my hair with industrial strength cleaner.

I’ve spent so many days,
walking around in a daze,
not knowing where I’m going to,
when I’m already on the train.

But it has it’s effects on me,
it’s my diamond and my pearl,
but I’ve woke up on occasions,
next to one hell of a big girl.

I’ve spent so much time,
squeezing in one extra drink,
when two and half pints before,
I was leaning over the sink.

I’m done with lager,
it takes up all my time,
so next time you have a party,
I’ll bring a crate of wine.


Mime Artist for The Blind

Not such a long story,
not much of a concept to grasp,
I’m a mime artist for the blind,
it gets me some cash.

A short poem, just a bit of a rhyme,
I mime for the people, it’s not a crime,
I ask them what I am and they never know,
I’m the worst in the game, it goes to show.

My application isn’t a lie, I tell it like it is,
I’m a mime artist for the blind and the best one there is,
not such a difficult thing, I’m respected in this field,
it pays my bills and for all of my meals.

They never know I’m there, it’s a job I can do,
I do it so well, you’ll soon agree
there’s no other artist,
that’s an artist like me.


Infamous Hero

A hero risen from bones and ashes,
surely a mistake, but as it happens,
he’s been here for a while and listens to us all,
making all of our decisions without supervision.
Taking a stand, he bows right down,
dismissal at first but maybe in time,
we will learn to be like him,
spitting the wine.

Walking around with a smile on my face,
smug and self satisfied, like it isn’t so bad,
But he must have his problems too,
like every me and every you.


The Burst

You come in a flicker and a flash,
you come and go so quick and I wish you’d stay,
you get here by bus, car, bike or train,
once you arrive you’re jumping your next plane.
Using you as much, as much as I can,
is hard when you disappear just like that,
a little inspiration, leaks a few words from my pen,
I take you for granted, but I won’t again,
you’re a special escape, a golden gate,
A friend on paper and a secret address,
you make my life a tidy mess.

A year, a month, a day or an hour,
come to me and I’ll be alright,
you’re all I need and that’s a fact,
you shape me up, keep me in tact.
I need your voice, a little part of me,
but not the biggest part….
Come to me, I’ll even try to help you too,
it’s the least I can do for you,
this boost you give me, won’t be traded,
at least not for a penny.

A paper clip holding us a two,
don’t let me loosen,
going to hold on to you,
squeezing out the ink, constantly.
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Postby Miserable Liar » Tue Oct 09, 2007 11:43 pm

<div align="center">Holding the Sand

Why think of the people that I don’t need to face?
my time is not the time I wish to waste,
to sit down here alone and contemplate.

Not a moment to spare on this rare occasion,
lighter, pen and paper while my folks are on vacation.
Lighting up I feel words rush to my right hand,
just flowing out and they’re off getting tanned.

It’s not a crime, to dream while I’m awake,
when the world turns slowly I’m staring into space,
I’ll think of the good times and wonder when they went away,
the memories and you still here to stay.

Why think of the people that I don’t need to face?
my time is not the time I wish to waste,
to sit down here alone and contemplate.

Just watching ash form between my fingers,
thinking about the times we stayed up late,
Talking below stars with seconds flying by,
having a drink and laughing until we cried.

Why think of the people that I don’t need to face?
my time is not the time I wish to waste,
to sit down here alone and contemplate.
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Postby yandee » Wed Oct 10, 2007 5:52 am

<div align="center">alone
in my room
with my head
far away
at the coast
of dorset
white chalk
alone
with you
over the dunes
to kiss you
in the cold
autumn sand
to lay you down
on sedge
and to spread
your thighs
to slide my tounge
into you
and to wait
for the flood
and for nightfall</div>
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Postby Miserable Liar » Thu Oct 11, 2007 12:24 am

yandee wrote:<div align="center">alone
in my room
with my head
far away
at the coast
of dorset
white chalk
alone
with you
over the dunes
to kiss you
in the cold
autumn sand
to lay you down
on sedge
and to spread
your thighs
to slide my tounge
into you
and to wait
for the flood
and for nightfall</div>


I really like that!
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Postby yandee » Thu Oct 11, 2007 5:47 am

Miserable Liar wrote:I really like that!

Thanks a lot, Matt!
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Postby Miserable Liar » Fri Oct 12, 2007 9:03 pm

It's just dead snappy. This topic needs rebooting, give it a sister topic or something. Needs people to come back and read.

Matt
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Postby Miserable Liar » Sat Oct 13, 2007 11:14 pm

The Lab

Old record, you're never played,
you know how I feel,
gathering dust but they won’t throw you away,
that's just how I feel!

I take to the box, but he calls the shots,
you know how I feel,
he’s the rabbit and I’m the fox,
but I’m still his next meal.

You take a chance, but I do the dance,
you know how I feel,
he walks tall and I’m left 2 foot small,
you don’t realize at all!

What it means to be,
cast aside whilst he tells lies,
I’ll tell you how I feel,
he takes the easy ride and the hamster on his wheel.
You're gonna kill me, is that your plan?
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Postby chicken » Tue Oct 16, 2007 12:18 am

<!--quoteo--><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE</div><div class='quotemain'><!--quotec-->Not Your Average Blues Blues

Had too many mornings,
brushing my teeth with a razor,
Shaving with a comb,
washing my hair with industrial strength cleaner.

I’ve spent so many days,
walking around in a daze,
not knowing where I’m going to,
when I’m already on the train.

But it has it’s effects on me,
it’s my diamond and my pearl,
but I’ve woke up on occasions,
next to one hell of a big girl.

I’ve spent so much time,
squeezing in one extra drink,
when two and half pints before,
I was leaning over the sink.

I’m done with lager,
it takes up all my time,
so next time you have a party,
I’ll bring a crate of wine. <!--QuoteEnd--></div><!--QuoteEEnd-->

nicely done, Matt.
i say to hell with rhyming and say: "it's my diamond and my coal" {but that's just me}


yandee, of course you realize your latest poetic post would have been banned not very long ago, right? heh...i was right with you until the whole tongue thing....i guess as a gay man things are different :lol:
still i like it.

you guys are posting some cool stuff.
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Postby yandee » Tue Oct 16, 2007 3:00 pm

chicken wrote:yandee, of course you realize your latest poetic post would have been banned not very long ago, right? heh...i was right with you until the whole tongue thing....i guess as a gay man things are different :lol:
still i like it.

I can imagine. :D
May I add that it most definetely is a great honour that you still liked it. :D :D :D
thanks a lot for the appreciation.
it's kind of hard to post my efforts of the last months for I don't really know how to translate most of them or they sound strange in English when they sound nice in German. I'll take some time to look for some of my poems that can actually be translated without fear of sounding silly.
here would be one for you, guys.

concrete and my head that hurts
concrete and my heart that beats
concrete and my cough that doesn’t get better
concrete and missing you
concrete and the fear of being sick
concrete and the fear of being left alone
concrete and the fear of dissolivng
concrete and missing you
concrete and my miserable poems
that I do not want to see anymore
concrete and my shabbiness
in every breath I take
concrete and my arrogance
that has changed
concrete and missing you
concrete and my dreaming of your thighs
concrete and my dreaming of self-denial
concrete and my dreaming of capitulation
concrete and missing you
concrete and my longing for life
concrete and my longing for decidedness
concrete and my longing for your eyes
tarmac and noise of engines and
sreeching of brakes and tracks and
crossings and gasoline and
missing you
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Postby Miserable Liar » Thu Oct 18, 2007 10:34 am

<div align="center">Gots me A Gun

You know when you’ve found love when you’re in the back seat of their Ford Mondeo,
it didn’t mean that much to me,
candle lit moonlight, bottle of wine and a frozen dinner,
it didn’t mean that much to me.
But when I see you out their, I cannot help these blues,
they creep up on me unexpectedly and now I just can’t choose.

You like the little things, appreciating whatever life can offer,
they don’t mean so much to me,
but when I see you with him, it makes me feel so bad,
smiling walking past you, crying behind your back.
Everytime I see you, I can’t help thinking why,
if you’re such a free bird, how did it take so long to fly?

You like the little things, walking out in stormy weather,
it doesn’t mean so much to me.
When I see you whaling your arms around, golden hair and skin tight leather,
I just can’t look and see,
it kills me still, the evening chill, with no one there to hold me closer,
can you really live with that thought?
Freezing in a house, with central heating and a brand new fire-place,
A Greek summer-time all to me,
I can’t turn on although, the button’s here, please would you come and press it,
do one decent thing for me.

Calling everyone, how you doing? What you doing with your life?
apparently a whole lot better than me,
Said they got an invite, for your wedding, cake and churches,
I could’ve gave you that,
the one thing that you do, is never ask just moan and preach,
even though it meant so much to me.
They asked me how I felt, sure, I feel super, quite frankly fucking far from that,
come on home to me,
the other day I met your match, yeah, he seems ok, a randy bloody farmer,
I’ve got a spade and some spuds,
he says he owns a land, oh yeah, some piles of muck all thrown together,
that impresses you does that?

I got myself a gun, a precision-aiming automatic,
I don’t know who to get,
I could get you my Peggy Sue, blow your brains out, whatever there is of them,
would you really like that?
I could shoot your farmer boy, a slack-pants wearing dumb tractor-fucking man,
or I could shoot myself instead.
I hold your life in my hands, with it oozing out as I load my pistol,
I could turn it on myself.
What do I have to do, to get your crawling back on your knees with cries of forgiveness,
surely not this or that.
Bang.</div>
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