CPR for Writing Corner (Poetry)

[Ratatosk]

Here we go..

Songbird

What is this morning spectacle that chirps with such splendor?
whose virtuoso loquacity is unsurpassed
And barely dips its beaker to pour sounding water to warble
camouflaged among the foliage, enthroned upon the branches of regality
lilt merrily, hop about, tilt head, jettison wings, for clouds abound.


sunfloweR

sunfloweR,
organic pinwheeL
svelte and sturdY
you stand monolithiC
among petaled companionS
a totem of utilitarian beautY
shine with golden contentmenT
many admire your solar aspirationS
equally easy on the eyes and the bacK
teach us not to gander headlong into beautY


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Well, it's raining again
oh, how you cascade and conquer
so simple, serene, and satisfying

crisp and refreshing
rejuvenating
repetition never despised

each drop that hits is like a
corresponding synaptic spark
in the brain

like a soft snare with constant rhythym
unexciting
but never loops or repeats

a wet reminder of our existence
a melody of moisture and colors
intensify, diversify

though the sky is grey
but who looks constantly upwards
until you arrive

the true sound of infinity
near and far

everfalling drops are like
granules of sand
falling in an hourglass
and we easily lose track of time
staring into the beyond

a shower for the spirit
you can stand outside, arms outspread
and truly feel clean throughout

smells enfragrate
invigorate
of earth and flower and leaf

a smattering and splattering of crystals
purifying and clarifying
returning fertility to the earth beneath


Peace (note, spirits is in reference to alcohol)

I have found peace
Jazz and birds
Ambience and blue sky
Weightless and light-hearted
Fresh, I stroll the world by
With a smiling melody through my head

Desireless
but cars and trends
sex and wants
things I haven't done
they surround me

Selflessness
It is undeserved here.
I do not want to live here
I do not want; I wish to die
I don't want to co-exist with impure

They say: Let's gorge ourselves in mindlessness
They say: Let's indulge in what we think is love
They say: Let's advance by stress and suffering
They say: Let's fill our minds with unnecessary knowledge
They say: Let's empty our souls and fill it with spirits

i say: No...leave me alone!
let me find solace in simplicity
freedom from modern instinct
i'm tired of feeling raw and numb

i just want to roam free
and enjoy nature's melody
soar amongst eagles above
earth and hearth of indian plains


Hurricane

How do you predict when the winds of change command?
A chaotic outbreak of verdant insanity
The world lazily sways, as does the grass,
when the sea meets the ground
An explosion of cloud,
causes ripples in the rain
Desperate drizzle with green debris
Towers and trees tremble beneath,
Nature's furious whisper
leaves and limbs dance,
with the mist and fog
with a hasty humid hug,
and a blustery, breezey kiss of brine goodbye
it leaves a fresh pleasant breath
from a bright silver sky


Beachnik

Windswept hair traversing behind rolling dunes
Strolling with pocketed hands, drawn, drifting in the breeze
I can taste the sour sound
wild reeds and grass outreach for legs
Speckled sand biting my back
Gleaming warmth from high above, despite cool winds
No buildings to drown me out
Just a road of infinite sand and surf


Kiss of Winter

Today while mom and I were driving on a snowy day
I took a good look to the left of me
Wisps of exhaust dancing on the dry asphalt like cobwebs
I look in front of me
Grim mobile exoskeleton, Icy and dirty when I imagine touching it
I look away to my right
Dull periwinkle skies, poorly observed as grey
A cloud-shrouded sun shines feint celestial silver
The trees, one thousand silent evergreen guardians
Await steadfast for my arrival, and beckon ever so slightly
To hike on snow-white through their undespoiled groves
And I just think of the chill that would kiss my face
If I were outside


Sleep

Sleep, an offshoot from the river of minutes
giving way to swift, winding rapids
through the deep jungle
encountering wild and lush scenic outcroppings
occasionally spotting something familiar
fast blind turns and sudden dips
whipped and nicked
from outstretched brush and vine
but don't let that stop you from enjoyment
traveling long and far
only to find that you have returned
only a little ways off from where you started
and now it's just a distant memory


nature

brambles, leaves, and rotting wood
toadstools, pebbles, and brooks
these are the things that should
define, not just trees and flowers
certainly not freshly-cut lawns
bland field of boring green
it looks so fake and sickeningly neon
like a military man with a crew cut

embrace nature's wilds as they are
moss-covered rocks delights me so
blossoms, berries, honeysuckles
bird's breast and squirrel's nest

my athlete feet
yearn for winding trails
riddled with roots
and sewn with stone

mourn for blasted landscapes
no longer paradise
once beautiful, eternal
but now ephemeral


eYe

like a conic black hole, my orbs absorb
eYe don't want to play a psychic vampire
why evil ï is such a drain on precious U
eYe don't want to be the center of an emotional maelstrom
where I blink and eclipse the inverse moon
eYe don't want to induce lunacy within you
so try to reflect upon my basilik gaze
eYe don't want you get all cracked up
so penetrate my shell, peer through my white to my yolk
eYe don't mean to depress so lowly in silence
you shouldn't have to try so hard when eye'm soft
eYe don't feel compelled to talk, so I avert my lens
which is when you must intercept my receptors


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idle Time has past So fast by
I have to make days for myself
Look at this body, a handsome specimen
grown for someone else to use
for I have been unable to
I have failed. wasted A good trial run of this flesh
Withdrawal and confusion accompany closeby
uncertainty and indecision
bewilderment and incoherence
I can't take it
I refuse responsibility

Trying to decipher which gods exist
and if only one did, I would know how it feels
From nurture to nature.
left to fend for myself in an enormous barren land of spiritual lacking
I am continuously unsettled and shaken

Like a wilted flower I walk
and sulk
Pockets conceal shy hands
It's an ordeal to stand
A surreal struggle to talk

So what am I?
A giver of smiles?
...If I have no smile of my own
What makes it worthwhile?
I can just as easily tear them from your face
And leave a bloody trail of anguish


ScissorS

Briliant silver swords
two crossed blades
bloodthirsty rivals dueling zealously
clash and clang, blows exchange
a peacekeeper intervenes
waving a white flag
and gets cut down
the fighting stops
as remorse sets in


Depression continued

I wake up all depressed
lonely, I get out of bed
I take my meds
but there's no stopping
the wave of depression
I try listening to music
I only hear the roar of the impending wave
I thought I got over that
I was wrong
I try smiling
but it's all to no avail
just a faint curve of the lips
I turn to the healing wonder of showerpower
hoping to wash away the dirty feelings
taking my time
caring to each part
only to turn off the water
and watch it drain
unfulfilled, unhappy
I still feel blue
and the world looks gray
I walk outside and see
Green! Brown!
and upwards the sun!
Blinding golden!
the flame of joy!
it's radiance! it's splendor!
rekindling my heart
my day is won
and I feel okay


Crying

Sadness travels far and wide
No more can I cry my problems away
but I can't help it
So I weep for the world
I know they bear these problems too
What seems like a deluge passes
I grasp out for life
And feel somewhat clean again

[Ratatosk]

Here's my more recent stuff. It's all fragmented and emoey. Enjoy.


Truly Inside


Abandon societal necessity
Patterns beneath my eyes
Wanderlust
Sonorous hum
Comforting emptiness
Intuition overrules any peaks of logic

when my concept of friendship
is others' sense of true love
I cry up heart in agony to above

Inverse instinct
All of now doubtful former friends
dismiss my feelings as psychologic defense
as post-modern trends
well this is where it ends

ashamed of everyone, everything
their unemotion is frightening
this disconnection from nature is hurting me
killing the component that makes us human beings
we long for power instead of to protect
this inability to find ones to love
is demolishing my spirit
but I have found myself, finally

I am experiencing so much grief
this incredible amount of sadness
transcends emotion into enlightenment
to another world completely
someplace far away
and if I could get there, I would drift alone
on a raft in a river of my own tears


Dark night


Mist mimics moonlight
and floats like cobweb
as spiders creep undeterred

black ivy weaves an embrace on the sky
with its lush tranquil leaves
subtley threaten transformation

Figures fidget and conjure mystery

creak and groan, above and below
tremulous toad lurk and warble

enervate
venerate

chill winds shift

pungent mushroom dewbreeze

ignis fatuus
phosphorescent
hover
illusion, mirage
nightshade
hallow/hollow
glade/marsh
murmur
transparent sigh
nocturnal
stagnant
skulk
syphon
sink/descend
sinister
silken
dormant
slough
smother
somber

ghoulish/ghastly
wraith
specter/spectral
phantom/phantasmal
revenants
will o' the wisp

[Pimpmaster McSlap-Bitch]

Cause I`m lazy and I don`t like poetry, I only read the Hurricane one. Cool though. The scissors one is interesting too.

[Ratatosk]

It's a feminine personification of the sun. I also knew a girl that looked like this.


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stare ...glare

You shined when you smiled

As I gazed, at your uppermost rays
my own eyes would set ablaze

your freckles, always seemed like sunspots
a nose and its umlauts
And when I laid my eyes on them,
I'd play dot-to-dot

When you opened your mouth
you spoke with my heart on your lips
and it would draw attention away from your hips

noone can reproduce your flame,
nor hold a candle to it
I was the moth
I fluttered to closely
and singed my wax wings

Mom said there would be other girls as pretty as her
but she was wrong, and I knew all along
Mom also said not to stare at the sun for too long
that I'd go blind
And now I am left in the dark
But I can't forget, for your image was burned into my eyes

Everytime I look back to when I last saw you,
you seemed to be laughing, surrounded by white
Drawn into it, absorbed by the light.

Prolonged exposure
And I would lose my composure

I was always dazzled by your glamour

I would trek across your golden sands
rolling dunes called your cheeks
I encountered a sunlit pyramid

Two fields of wheat next to
your reflective tourmaline lakes

[godsrighthand]

Good effort Rata!

What entities lurk here?
In the breakwaters bleak,

The sounds of flesh,
thrashing motions make,.

Of what mind is this prodigy?

Only silence is the reply of appreciation.
Of the artistry we glean,
From those who care to prose poetry inside the souls of the living. . . . . .

meh, I better leave the rymes to you.

[Ratatosk]

Pretty good yourself, Righty. That poem was very powerful! ;D 'sides....rhymes mean very little in the poetry world....but they help

[Pimpmaster McSlap-Bitch]

I reread these. Most of them. I wouldn`t say good effort, I`d say good job. It`s clear to me that your much more intelligent than you let on and your insight has great depth and it springs to life with vivid and well chosen words.

I`ve said I hate poetry, but recently I`ve realized I`d be denying myself all important knowledge if I just ignore it and say it sucks. I think I could learn a little from you Ratata