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PipedJimmy

PipedJimmy

Age : 34
Location : London, England
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PostSubject: A poem   A poem EmptyTue Sep 22, 2009 12:33 pm

Linger on beside me, my ever faithful friend,
Linger on as you would have done, had I not wanted to end,
Do not pass me by, as you linger on in form
For I am a restless spirit now, a warrior forlorn
A man who lost his way, that ventured the beat and track
Who could never find his home again, or the happiness he lacked

Linger on beside me, my ever faithful friend,
as I linger on in spirit, as my body comes to its end.
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kilted1
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kilted1

Age : 59
Location : North Georgia, USA
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PostSubject: Re: A poem   A poem EmptyTue Sep 22, 2009 3:33 pm

That's wonderful stuff Jimmy, is it original?
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Winslow

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Location : Midlothian,Va.
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PostSubject: Re: A poem   A poem EmptyTue Sep 22, 2009 5:35 pm

Is that a poem to a man's dog?Seems like it.

Winslow sunny
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PipedJimmy

PipedJimmy

Age : 34
Location : London, England
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PostSubject: Re: A poem   A poem EmptyWed Sep 23, 2009 8:25 am

lol yeah its original, thanks guys, was feeling a bit melancholic when I wrote it and seemed to fit the bill, but reading over it again yesterday it seemed a bit sh*t lol without the star to make it better. When I was writing it was about the spirit, it being ultimately stronger than the man, and man's vulnerability without it, heavily based on God I guess.
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kilted1
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kilted1

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PostSubject: Re: A poem   A poem EmptyWed Sep 23, 2009 8:37 am

I wrestle with the duality of man a lot, always have. For me its almost as though the body and soul refuse reconciliation.
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PipedJimmy

PipedJimmy

Age : 34
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PostSubject: Re: A poem   A poem EmptyWed Sep 23, 2009 11:37 am

Lol I know what you mean, when you touch those emotions that don't seem to be just through your conscience's eye, you feel pulled between natural desire, whether it be getting angry, desire of a carnal kind or whatever and doing what you know to be right, I think you float somewhere in the middle trying to play the best you can, but always scared of something lol no matter how hard you are as a person, its a tough life sometimes but its worth it, ups wouldn't be the same if you didn't have downs and downs have their own particular charm when you're feeling up again.
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PipedJimmy

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Age : 34
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PostSubject: Re: A poem   A poem EmptyTue Sep 29, 2009 11:18 am

Am I really weird?
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kilted1
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kilted1

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PostSubject: Re: A poem   A poem EmptyTue Sep 29, 2009 11:28 am

Jimmy you sound completely 'normal' to me, whatever that is. I think the human condition is a perplexing one ... the only people who don't explore its complexities are 1. Incompetent to do so 2. Are too perplexed to care (can't be bothered, too distracted trying to out Jones the Jones-es)
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PipedJimmy

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PostSubject: Re: A poem   A poem EmptyTue Sep 29, 2009 2:40 pm

Lol thanks Kilted, have a bowl for me (if you need encouraging lol)
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Trout Bum

Trout Bum

Age : 51
Location : Anchorage, Alaska
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PostSubject: Re: A poem   A poem EmptyTue Sep 29, 2009 7:59 pm

PJ -- thanks for posting your words; it takes some guts to put original work up for scrutiny. With that said, I like it. In many ways, are we not all "warriors forlorn," somehow, somewhere, some way? I also like how you repeat the words "linger on," which adds a kind of existential melancholy/post modern dilemma to the whole thing. Nicely done.
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Long Arm O' The Law
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Location : Oak Ridge, TN
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PostSubject: Re: A poem   A poem EmptyTue Sep 29, 2009 11:47 pm

Thanks for sharing that Jimmy. Poetry, I believe, is essentially an internal exercise; written to satisfy some need in the poet to express his/her heart. When that poem touches the heart of the reader as well it's magical. Your poem touched my heart. I especially love the forlorn warrior image. cheers
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PipedJimmy

PipedJimmy

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PostSubject: Re: A poem   A poem EmptyWed Sep 30, 2009 1:38 pm

Thank you Trout Bum and Centurion, those were very nice words of your own. Yes I think we are all warriors forlorn, everyone has their problems and their fears, not only in the specific sense but en-mass and objectively, we are all striving towards something, betterment it seems to me, anyhow before I really start rambling, peace brothers, hope you have happy smoking! I'm looking forward to some Mick McQuaid early tomorrow morning.
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Richard Hester
Author of "My Love My Pipe"
Richard Hester

Age : 53
Location : missouri
Registration date : 2009-08-12

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PostSubject: Re: A poem   A poem EmptyThu Oct 01, 2009 8:05 pm

Sounds like Edgar Allen Poe very dark...I LOVE IT! Very nice Sir will done!
Best Regards
Richard
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kilted1
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kilted1

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PostSubject: Re: A poem   A poem EmptyThu Oct 01, 2009 9:56 pm

For me it recalls both Poe and Ambrose Bierce in many ways, but I also find great hope in the piece/peace.
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kilted1
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PostSubject: Re: A poem   A poem EmptyThu Oct 01, 2009 10:58 pm

You started it PipedJimmy ... I hope its contagious ...
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PipedJimmy

PipedJimmy

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PostSubject: Re: A poem   A poem EmptySat Oct 03, 2009 7:02 am

Ha ha thanks Richard and Kilted, I'll keep going until someone decides enough is enough and posts their own A poem 2635
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kilted1
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PostSubject: Re: A poem   A poem EmptySat Oct 03, 2009 12:25 pm

PipedJimmy wrote:
Ha ha thanks Richard and Kilted, I'll keep going until someone decides enough is enough and posts their own A poem 2635

I did, in another thread, didn't wanna be thread jacking you Laughing
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PipedJimmy

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PostSubject: Re: A poem   A poem EmptySun Oct 04, 2009 3:42 pm

Right lol will head over to that thread and check it out now, please don't worry about 'thread jacking', we are brothers after all Wink
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PipedJimmy

PipedJimmy

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Location : London, England
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PostSubject: Re: A poem   A poem EmptyMon Oct 05, 2009 10:12 am

I sit here, a lonely, lonely, room, trapped, encased, encapsulated, longing for freedom, it comes,
Be it black glyph that frees my mind, or gentle tap tap on white keys, the pain recedes
It drifts off on a memory, a soft, quiet, breeze, thought that dissolves into mist, like an old treasured time
Not quite remembered, not quite forgotten, how I feel at present, what a sweet, sweet, sentiment.
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PipedJimmy

PipedJimmy

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PostSubject: Re: A poem   A poem EmptyWed Oct 07, 2009 10:56 am

Wonder down the written road, there are no ties that bind, save the ever flowing constructs of rigidity in the mind.
Pre-conformed agreement, that stand in stead for us, that labour under misapprehension
despite meaning ubiquitous.
Then stand for me as I use you, for me and my brothers in kind and labour on with interest, to move their gentle minds
Plant only a seed of happiness and let is come to fruit
And labour on in me, so that I may water the root.
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PipedJimmy

PipedJimmy

Age : 34
Location : London, England
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PostSubject: Re: A poem   A poem EmptyFri Oct 09, 2009 11:13 am

Sorry, another poem, can't really help myself here,

Of such a tired man, of such a tired life, of never-ending longing, quiet brain please let me rest in peace, let me stand still once and let at once all be forgotten, let me live my life as it is deemed for lives to be led, leave me to embrace those sweet, sweet, joys that fill the air, those autumnal melodies, those lines of wind, darting from the front, from the back, the lasting notes of the perishing leaf, the brown that drapes the pavements and that litters park in kind.
I linger on in memory, I linger on in form, I try to suppress both of me, both are haggard now and worn.
I can’t resist the temptation of throwing myself in, of bending my back to deep, deep, despair, give me life! Give it to me! I can’t take it on my own, I can’t seem to shake the misery of everything I’ve known.

My life has been a melody, it longs now so to rest, to drop corporeality and embrace existence blessed.
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PipedJimmy

PipedJimmy

Age : 34
Location : London, England
Registration date : 2009-02-10

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PostSubject: Re: A poem   A poem EmptyMon Oct 12, 2009 4:48 pm

Sorry guys another one, lol going through a bit of a bad time at the moment, writing is quite cathartic

When the river of life bends your way and nourishes the roots on your bank
Leave off the wheat sheef and sickle and remember the water to thank
For we channel it, when crafting, when labouring night and day
Some of us we work in dreams, when rules are far away

I thank the water daily, it nourishes my life, I cannot live without it, I daren't draw from what is dry,
I merely let it flow from hand to hand, from pit to pit whilst being nourished through my eye

Let it flow ever on in me for I cannot stand to dwell, that which would become of me were I to live without a well
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kilted1
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kilted1

Age : 59
Location : North Georgia, USA
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PostSubject: Re: A poem   A poem EmptyMon Oct 12, 2009 5:49 pm

PipedJimmy,

I enjoy your writings, and passion, I too find solace in putting my deeply nursed thoughts and sufferings on paper.

Water seems to be such a universal element to the poetically inclined.

I offer this not as an original work of mine, but that of a lifetime favorite, who in his short life encompassed such a deep understanding of the human condition that I hold his works in almost the same esteem as I do The Holy Bible:

Joy and Sorrow

Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow."
And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

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From: The Prophet, by Khalil Gibran

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Centurian 803
Long Arm O' The Law
Centurian 803

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Location : Oak Ridge, TN
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PostSubject: Re: A poem   A poem EmptyMon Oct 12, 2009 6:35 pm

For a daily dose of good poetry go to www.writersalmanac.publicradio.org/

I find it is a good way to start the day.
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Centurian 803
Long Arm O' The Law
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PostSubject: Re: A poem   A poem EmptyMon Oct 12, 2009 6:38 pm

That link doesn't seem to work. Try dropping the www. scratch
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