Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes

thaidave · Not Thai Dave

RE: Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes

Date: Tue Jun 7 11:19 2005

One night

Caught by my eyes,
You could have been standing
On the shores of the Irish sea.
You kicked your shoes off
And waded knee deep
In lord only knows what.
My lungs, frozen bath sponges,
Sheer ice,
Sheer folly.

You came back from the water -
How long you were out there,
I cannot tell
- and left,

Kicking up sand
Unintentionally
And the mood of the moon
Changed irreparably,
Like an old man returning
To the place of his birth,
As barefoot
You scrambled up the dunes
And lost yourself
In the thick of the copse.

Yes, you came back from the sea,
Though I pitched a stone that night
And it did not come back.

The marram piped us a soft air,
Though you were no longer there;
The wind in voice,
Elementary.

The night opened above,
In your absence,
And yet fell more intimate
Than memory ever would allow,
And the waters rolled and wore
At my stone,
Ebbing silently on the dark sea bed.

I will not be here
When it offers me my stone back.

lullaby intoned

stay dumb
your eyes alone
bleed tomes
your heart
beats out the days
a seat for a sedated
body
tinkerbell tinkerbell
forsooth
beneath
the gully is filled
with gore
with mush
fussed - me? -
to write silly love poetry
pushed too far
this whirlwind
ours?
bespoke
girls and girls
chuckle
hurling heat
your saliva drips
douses oak
akindle
and i?
my pen drips ink
wink wink
just to think
my ink will not
be gone
tomorrow

Bridges fall as night

And with them-
Come with!
Come at night

Pillows drag out sleep
And echoes-
Follow me

A Rose on Mars

I can’t breathe here.
And nor can you.
Leave me
to my vices
could you.

Rarest scent
and dullest touch,
no footwear.

Wish you were here.

And you came to tell me,
"The fish tank has shattered"

"And the carpet is soaked
and there’s gravel all over."

If only you’d got a towel
and not bothered me
with your silly anecdotes.

The One

The one the sailor
The other a ploughman.

You drop anchors
And he tills.

You never could net me a fish
And now they lie all landlocked
Batting their little golden tails,
Choking on air.

Hoarding rain

Something stopped me from flushing the sun
I’ve found a new use for the sun
I scooped out its warm gooey innards
And fashioned a funeral drum.

I rapped out a slow farewell rhythm
On my dead blunt funeral drum
Till its skin was slack and black and worn
Crappy flimsy-whimsy sun.

For three sick years I hoarded the rain
Under my bed in an old birch box
But a hole in the wooden casket
Was a drain on my trove of rain.

So I plugged it with softened sun treacle
Sweet pudding and a fine sealing wax
And the battered bat
The flat hide
No drone no more
No bones no less
No placeholder
For glorious sugar and pyre

And still I am hoarding rain.

Brink

I tread on turf
Turned half way over
Corporal crap, could
Lie there in a coma.

Draughty lately,
Barren field,
Though bodies rumble
And glances steal

One another,
Toothless, fruitless,
Either, real, either
Which way?
Make my meal
I do of brambles
And of roots
And

Faces, done it,
Seen it, begun,
Come back to earth
Now you’ve dreamed it;
Only dreamed it.

high coo

i

sit
stand up!
but
don’t look
down

ii

‘man’
runs still
wheezing

iii

catch up
see
sea front
rocks fall

iv

a feast
dried fish
caught
before dawn

v

beasts alone
feast
raw meat treat
feast

vi

strength
from the depth
of oceans

vii

two arms
legs
a head
and a heart

viii

a head
and a scythe
seagulls

ix

sweeping
defeatism
defeating
open up
your eyes

x

pain
stomach pain
to be
a man
stirs

xi

fish bones
cloud pumps
vomit

xii

labouring
make shift
penny whistle
toop

xiii

dig
for ice ages
for seven stars

xiv

frozen fish
chip
chip chip
it’s a boy

xv

baudelaire’s boxes
people boxes
knocking
summits

xvi

moon
white
mourning moon
morning moon
not yet extinguished

xvii

hungry birds
beards
grown
since daybreak

xviii

enough
of chill
cold burn

xix

silly softly
nausea
at altitude
free

xx

stratos
tiny fields
huge quadrats
sterile

xxi

free fall
the great
beneath
look down!

NickyDyke85 · YouCanaeSmokeNayHashOn'Ere!

I really like them anon! Good poetry there :o)

Adam · *Censored*

i dont usually read or post in this thread, not understanding poetry or anything, but the one about the fishtank made me laugh :)

NickyDyke85 · YouCanaeSmokeNayHashOn'Ere!

the fishtank one is amusing

NickyDyke85 · YouCanaeSmokeNayHashOn'Ere!

durka durka jihad jihad sherpa sherpa!

AlbyFC · You best sima!

I agree on the fishtank one!

Arsecandle · Admin Bitch

End of the line

I've come to the end of my mainframe
My modem is pending a crash
My hard-drives on fire
My boyfriends a liar
Who's left me alone with no cache.

(ThaiDave on Arsecandle's computer)

Adam · *Censored*

Because I have more money that sense (some might argue that isn't hard), I bought queer magnetic poetry today from the corn exchange. My radiator is brimming with creativity already, I shall post the best ones later.

ChipsAndLube · Bertha, lovely Bertha, you are a lovely machine.

you can make electro-rah queer poems! yay! x

AliceH · Butter Me Up!

If this microphone was your penis you'd've blown your load by now...

I await your efforts, Backhouse.

NickyDyke85 · YouCanaeSmokeNayHashOn'Ere!

ooooohhhhh can we get sum of them 4 house?

falafel · Gay Lord

Wicky wicky wild.

Some old Haiku.

1 - holiday fling

Two met in the dark,
loved all through the summertime,
but never asked names.

2 - broken marriage

These parents who split
got married for the children
they never wanted.

3 - split ends

"...I thought I knew you."
She stands there sobbing softly,
teardrops mixed with rain.

4 - rich pickings

Taken for a ride,
the multi-millionare smirks,
pleased with his new bride.

5 - the merits of prejudice

Pretty says to Ugly:
Opposites attract no more
than beauty disgusts.

6 - long since gone

Fading over time,
photographed before they were
relative strangers.

------------
Oh, and look what I just found:
------------
Packed in to pay respects.
Shuffling feet; coughs from the back;
The closest at the front, tearful, watching speakers come and go,
Words as flashbulbs, lighting up
A cacophony of once-lost memories.

Those distant, mournful, at the back
So many silently wishing they knew better -
Who would like to say something
Anything
But it just isn't their place.
Not at all.

They say your life flashes before your eyes -
If so, your last sight was priceless,
Frozen in time, like a watch
Whose steady tick-tock hangs in the air,
Silently, patiently, awaiting the next fleeting moment.
A new life begins there.

Memories, impressions too powerful to fade,
In family, friends, acquaintances,
Keep a steady stream of you alive;
And everything you ever did
Will shape the world.

-----

Could you please stop all this leaving?
The world will always be there;
I will not, nor you.
I guess leaving is all we ever do.

Oh, and I liked the anonymous poems up there.

-- Edited by falafel at 19:08, 2005-06-18

Date: Sat Jun 18 19:22 2005

thanx muchly, sam. i particularly like haiku 5 :)

JohnK · Pieces of me you've never seen

Here is that thread for budding poets. Try and post poetry in here.....

Here is something I wrote on the bus.

The Power Game

And that Angel Hair, gracing you shoulder
Hiding your eyes
And the spliff hanging out of your mouth
And I say nothing
But I know what your angel hair wants, angel
What that spliff wants, angel

AlbyFC · You best sima!

That is lovely, John. :o)

AlbyFC · You best sima!

Here go two of my silly things...

THE BELL-BOY

Didn't you hear?
The bell-boy died.
He died last night -
out on a spree -
choked on a toad -
croaked himself to death.

His mother wept
fat colourless tears
and his father looked down
searching for truth
on the surly soil.

Didn't you hear?
The bell-boy loved
Tom Dickins and
left him a letter:

"Will choke to death
before telling you
about this love of mine."

Tom spat on the letter.
The priest blushed and ran
into his trembling church.

The bell-boy's parents looked up
in search for truth but
only found the ceiling.

No-one knows the
bell-boy's name -
we can only hear his croak -
croaking himself to sleep -

in the soil full of truth.

_______

Brief like your long legs,
the man in you tries to break free

but smiles are too much for his liver
and he bangs his head against yor heart

with the imprudence of a fly.

Arsecandle · Admin Bitch

Arsecandle wrote:

End of the line

I've come to the end of my mainframe
My modem is pending a crash
My hard-drives on fire
My boyfriends a liar
Who's left me alone with no cache.

(ThaiDave on Arsecandle's computer)

I still love this poem.

Soph4 · Forum Addict

hey, my poem 'Playing God' was written in april 2005. I've shown it to a few people and the Leeds Review even published it but i've never received any form of feedback concerning it.

i'm worried that it can only be appreciated for its depiction of beauty alone.

Can anyone help?

Soph xx

Playing God

If only I could make the Self external, divine creature, as only I would dare
Leave you as soft as dandelion clocks, the skin on peaches, gossamer
Siphon out those burdened cheeks; make those mournful eyes summon every stare
Delve into darkest Tartarus for the lustful fire of your hair.

I'd be a naiad, pale limbs and perfected fleeting glances
In green pools reflecting how each different shade of serenity dances
In woods, hills and glades, laughing off a mythical beast's advances
My voice echoing wind through leaves, you'd sigh the way a butterfly breathes.

Past the rocks, high boughs and branches, until the centaurs look like ants
Find a view so expansive that my stomach twists whenever clouds sail past.
Make the dust between us stop and reconsider its next step
Leave Time in limbo for a while; don't let it render us inept.

-- Edited by Soph4 at 22:23, 2006-03-22

Soph4 · Forum Addict

argh, sorry that sounds pretentious doesn't it.

*cringes*

Mackie · Guru of the Gay

Hey soph i love the poem would write something intelligant but i can't

x

Soph4 · Forum Addict

she sees the vast unfolding world
in vibrant colours, fluttering bright
she makes my papier mache heart
warm to the tune of early twilight

she made me feel i could be tall
then i learnt that even us tall ones fall
and that i can find my way up high again
with my golden girl, spinning poi, in the rain

happy easter everyone...

NickyDyke85 · YouCanaeSmokeNayHashOn'Ere!

its abit pretentious but really good. Get a good picture of it in ur head when ur reading it :o) i like it