Poetry

[Red Devil]

Why do i do, What i do?
I keep fish, im called a fool.....
It my little world which i control.....
I feed them well, and watch them grow.....
When they eat too much, they make a mess
But its alright, They relieve my stress....
When they mate, I want to cry....
Cuz i know! they're bout to multiply....
Upon a star..... i make a with......
That i'll have moar..... Monster Fish......

haha..very original .... good poam..

 

[Freeze_Dried_Bloodworm]

Why do i do, What i do?
I keep fish, im called a fool.....
It my little world which i control.....
I feed them well, and watch them grow.....
When they eat too much, they make a mess
But its alright, They relieve my stress....
When they mate, I want to cry....
Cuz i know! they're bout to multiply....
Upon a star..... i make a wish......
That i'll have moar..... Monster Fish......

That has to be the best poem ever!

 

[Red Devil]

my husband and i bought an old farm house and I wrote this and actually had it published..we were arguing because he was complaining that i wanted an old house and he wanted a newer house... haha...
This Old House
This old house is my dream come true
I"m determined to make it new
My husbands crumbling under the sink
These old pipes are now extinct
No store in town sells these anymore
All this house is ...is chore after chore..

Don't you see the character and charm
I try to explain...try to make him calm
"All i see is work and money"
"Painting, scraping and all
that Honey "

Tearing down walls, new carpet
in the halls,
The water from the well is
Pumping slow
The old oil burner is about to
go.............

Did you notice the floor has a
slope????
I glared ..
All i noticed was it was
OAK !

We need new storms and screens
These need to be replaced
with thermopanes.

Alright alright I have heard enough
we will sell and buy brand new
Ya sure when the work is
through

 

[Onion01]

that's a good one liz. here a funny one, if you a little into it

Is My Team Plowing

"Is my team plowing,
That I was used to drive
And hear the harness jingle
When I was man alive?"

Ay, the horses trample,
The harness jingles now;
No change though you lie under
The land you used to plow.

"Is football playing
Along the river shore,
With lads to chase the leather,
Now I stand up no more?"

Ay, the ball is flying,
The lads play heart and soul;
The goal stands up, the keeper
Stands up to keep the goal.

"Is my girl happy,
That I thought hard to leave,
And has she tired of weeping
As she lies down at eve?"

Ay, she lies down lightly,
She lies not down to weep:
Your girl is well contented.
Be still, my lad, and sleep.

"Is my friend hearty,
Now I am thin and pine,
And has he found to sleep in
A better bed than mine?"

Yes, lad, I lie easy,
I lie as lads would choose;
I cheer a dead man's sweetheart,
Never ask me whose.

 

[Red Devil]

that's a good one liz. here a funny one, if you a little into it

Is My Team Plowing

"Is my team plowing,
That I was used to drive
And hear the harness jingle
When I was man alive?"

Ay, the horses trample,
The harness jingles now;
No change though you lie under
The land you used to plow.

"Is football playing
Along the river shore,
With lads to chase the leather,
Now I stand up no more?"

Ay, the ball is flying,
The lads play heart and soul;
The goal stands up, the keeper
Stands up to keep the goal.

"Is my girl happy,
That I thought hard to leave,
And has she tired of weeping
As she lies down at eve?"

Ay, she lies down lightly,
She lies not down to weep:
Your girl is well contented.
Be still, my lad, and sleep.

"Is my friend hearty,
Now I am thin and pine,
And has he found to sleep in
A better bed than mine?"

Yes, lad, I lie easy,
I lie as lads would choose;
I cheer a dead man's sweetheart,
Never ask me whose.

wow that is beautiful ..and very deep

 

[Onion01]

wow that is beautiful ..and very deep

but did you get it?

 

[Red Devil]

but did you get it?

i wrote what i think in next post.

 

[Red Devil]

is it something like his farm that he plowed with his horses that he was trampled to death and the same field now turned into a football field.. where everyone is cheering and he can not see them just hear it..when he died he left his sweetheart and he wonders if she still thinks of him and could possibly be with his best friend who still has his health.. and vigor..

 

[Onion01]

is it something like his farm that he plowed with his horses that he was trampled to death and the same field now turned into a football field.. where everyone is cheering and he can not see them just hear it..when he died he left his sweetheart and he wonders if she still thinks of him and could possibly be with his best friend who still has his health.. and vigor..

lol, that's a good interpretation...but no

it's a dark comedy. the whole meaning can be found in the last 4 stanzas

"Is my girl happy,
That I thought hard to leave,
And has she tired of weeping
As she lies down at eve?"

Ay, she lies down lightly,
She lies not down to weep:
Your girl is well contented.
Be still, my lad, and sleep.

"Is my friend hearty,
Now I am thin and pine,
And has he found to sleep in
A better bed than mine?"

Yes, lad, I lie easy,
I lie as lads would choose;
I cheer a dead man's sweetheart,
Never ask me whose.

 

[Onion01]

not poetry, but a great short story for those who are into gothic literature (not goth literature, I'm talking about poe )

http://www.pambytes.com/poe/stories/heart.html