5 minute poetry

[Packman]

I heard some people liked the first poem I wrote. I even saw a girl cry from it.

I was just wondering if anyone would mind if I posted another one? I only have one request. When I post it, if you reproduce it please keep me as the author.

Here it is.

"America The Loved"
By: Jonathan E. Pautler
wrote on 1/28/05

America my country great!
How many tears have been shed for thee?
How many soldiers standing there saluting gratefully?
How many warriors in your army marching with their guns?
How many prayers given by mothers waiting for their sons?
How many children have wondered why their fathers dead?
How much sweat has been given as oil for your head?
How much toil has been given in tribute to your feet?
How much blood has been paid for your freedoms sweet?
How many trumpet dirges given to the brave?
How many free men have lived because of the lives they gave?
How many of us protected by the wings you spread?
How many villains cower from your power dread?
I tell you now young children love your country dear.
I tell you now young men when she calls you hear!
I tell you now good parents let your children go.
So their children may be protected from horrors we don't know.
Let them renew the glory in our hollowed flag.
To give a precious symbol as in the wind it wags.
Blessed be those soldiers who cry as they solute.
Always may we stand in justice absolute!
America the Loved, surpassed only by God!
Blessed have I been to in your freedoms trod!

Amen.

This is ~ the 5th draft.

I wrote it while watching a Marine cry before the start of the Falcons vs Eagles playoff game. When the jets flew by while a small child was singing that glorious anthem in the moments while that Marines tears were falling, that is when I wrote it. I love this country. May we prosper for as long as God Blesses us. Amen.

EDIT1: Changed a small piece. It is subject to continual change.

EDIT2:By some strange piece of fate this just happens to be post #911. This was worth mentioning.

[Funka Genocide]

no sitting in that smokey room
no vantage point that sees
more than a few feet
in any direction

so many bodies
dancing, dancing
gently swaying to a beat
a song we don't know the words to

a song we wouldn't listen to
if we weren't here
if we had a choice
we wouldn't be dancing with each other

would we?

so lets remove all options
lets leave behind tonight
as our only time alive
in a frame like bad art

we'll fall in love and f*** like dolphins
under waves of pure emotion
then fall asleep in an unknown bed
not thinking of tomorrow

just a few hours off the ticker
we could have been standing in line
at the bank
instead we lived a little

instead we died a little.


................................................

created to stand in place
of something serious
made, or done
an action lacking

conviction
or an easy heart
pulled along a draft
of breeze

a sip from, oh
something wonderful
a sigh
and eyes of longing

four lines,
nonsense
hoping you can see me
through a closed door

loving you for trying
needing something more
always empty
nothing more

abstain from crying out
the world will strike then
when all strength is gone
they come, they come

to tell me things
oh, such things
in tones of hate and vengeance
for what?

for this?
being someone
who is nothing
but four lines

trying to say something serious

.................................................. ............

I wrote it down
I gave it voice
and I suffered for you
but its only words
I had no choice
but to do it, but to do it, oh no...

[chorus]
I had my hands in places
oh those faces
always, always over me

its ups, and its downs
and its you
oh we search, for our crowns
in the ocean
in seas so dark it hurts
and its me you're living
living, oh no...

[chorus]

take my eyes
I don't want 'em anymore
windows out and open
to a world
I'd rather leave behind
I know you have to feel
to feel, oh no...

[chorus]

[Cloud Strife]

Winter's breath finds him there,
Holding something he cannot share
within the bounds of reality
is the one he wishes to see...

But gone, is this dream,
and the hope is no more,
for memory is all that's left
of what they had before...

Before him lies a single flower,
A rose, so red against the dour
background of marble, words
stating a simple verse:

Here lies an angel of purity,
Kindness and love was shared by she,
A shining light for all of us...
We weep for her death, so unjust.


A tear now drops as he turns to go,
The tear hits the petal, scattering snow
that slowly falls, muffling sounds
of crying coming from all around.

[Osterbaum]

This poem I originally made in finnish. And as much as I hate translated poems I'm gonna make an exception here.


Ode to bed

My bed
is soft,
wide,
calm,
my own

My bed is
my safe place
my escape route
my kingdom
my own

I sleep in my bed
I escape to it
from the world and
its goings
its madness
Desperate is
the world and
Me

In my bed I am
safe,
hidden from the world
and myself

I hide and
run
from reality
it is not soft
as my bed is
I sleep in it
now
and always
as often as
I can

Good night...


I have taken it in to a habit to write poems in finnish rather than in english so from now on if I post more poems I will let you know if it's a translated poem or a originally english one.

[WanderingActor]

Goodnight, to every little hour that we
Spent together, embracing thoughts of laughter as we
Drift off, to meet again antother
Day we shall soon fall to prey against this winter.

The sun will shine, on all the time we
Left alone, waiting for us to climb the
Trees of stone, and clouds unknown;
Goodnight, my love.

[RaiRai]

I shake my head
He shakes his too
My arguement made
my patience through
He battles on
with words of naught
I won't accept
the lies he's bought
I hear the tone
Rise and fall
say one word
and risk it all
an entire speech
failed at that time
he lost his life
and threatened mine
his very meaning
gone in a flash
turned away in anger
I know he'll be back.

[Funka Genocide]

get to the point
slice right to the meat
leave me nothing
to ask about
only certainty
and promises

or nothing

no net
to catch a fall
thats coming
I could live with that
no excuses
no remorse

no future

only cowards
crave eternity
we are young
so sure
we won't ever
be alone

only lonely

like a child
on rainy days
there is no hope
until tomorrow
until we get what we want
god, we are so stupid

and smiling

[BlackMageGirl!]

I have been meaning to write this poem for some time. This is a true story, if taken a little out of context. The bridge, the flowers...all of it.

"White flowers"

Crossing the bridge, reach the middle
Drop those flowers in your hand
The ones you found unexpectedly
Walking the path of routine
On the carpeted hallway floor

Brief flashes of the mind
White as the falling petals
...a first beginning...
...the first fight....
...the final break...

And the flowers he gave
Turned black and blue of promises
Never kept, never strong
Words of caressing
Turned words of spite
...of bruised pride

As she leans on the edge
Of that bridge in the forest
She watches the petals fall away
The long sleeves don't cover all of them
The words of spoken yesterday

Quiet as the water falling
From her crystal eyes
The wish that goes across her lips
I hope you've moved on....
....as I have.

[Funka Genocide]

drop it
leave it be and let it go
whatever it may be
just let it go...

insecure?
yeah, sure
but I'm nice too
at least as nice as anyone else

crazy?
just a little
but in a good way
I'm still here

my sanity intact
my soul still mostly light
my face better than average
and I smile somewhat often

no delusions of perfection
but I aim for the stars
in everything
I've got potential

a shade of cynicism
but not a hint of sarcasm
and more truth
than anyone has a right to

and love
so much its overflowing
for everything
for everyone

this is me
an honest look
though kind
myself, in a good light

[RaiRai]

Incomplete

As sands fall through my fingertips
my whole world slips away
like the hourglass of loneliness
in solitude I'll stay
Without his hand to guide me
without his heart to be my light
I'll live on, in darkness
until he makes that flight
So incomplete and empty
I'll walk these roads alone
As only half of me
these tears I've come to know
Some day I'll walk across sands
and they won't fall beneath me
but for now, my footprints fade away
because he can't complete me.