5 minute poetry

[RaiRai]

Through the stabbings and the murder
of beloved friends and foes
you grab what you can
because anything goes

And as you travel through dungeons
crusades that you've lead
How can you dance
with a chicken on your head?

[The Argent Lord]

All the world's a stage, the men and women only players
Acting out unwritten roles to rows of vacant seats
Every action for a purpose, every word naught but a line
Nothing done for sake of doing, all things working for a goal

All the world's a game, the men and women only players
Choosing movements carefully and moving toward the end
Every action trying to score, every word to fool someone
Each thing done for sake of winning, always focused on the prize

All the world's a game, the men and women only pieces
Doing all that we are told because it's all we know
Every action without question, every word put in our mouths
Nothing done for sake of ourselvs, every order someone's whim

All the world's a puzzle, men and women only pieces
Sitting in our chosen spot to make a pre-planned whole
Every action done in order, every word spoken in time
Everything for sake of matching, fitting into where we're placed

[Funka Genocide]

I can't believe I loved
or trained this heart to bleed
a simple caveat
what's leaking on my sleeve?

I can't assume you cared
no, in fact I'm sure
your life was better for
the pain that I endure

I want to take it back
the minutes, hours, days!
despise, recoil, let me go!
in selfishness repay

this debt in potence lost
the pound of flesh in spite
I cringe, abstain and shiver
at least I tried to fight

and fuck's an easy word
you did it on a whim
to fuck, a simple thing
when you're fucking him

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

This is the first thing that has come to me in a while. I thought, seeing as how I used to be a prolific presence in this very spot, that it might be appropriate.

Triumphant he returns
Sings his song
Packs his bag
Moves along.

Or, a poetic observation if you prefer that:

The distance, he found,
between the point when he smiles
and the point when he does not,
can be measured in the length of time
between her calls.

This equation, he finds,
is irrelevant
If he just doesn't pick up the phone.

I'd do one more just for laughs, but I can't think of anything funny :shifty: ...

[RaiRai]

Low, the groggy beats
a nudge and then be battered
feelings ill beneath
though I ought be flattered
sway my aching head
and hold my swollen moon
for slowly, up to bed
sleep cannot come too soon
for rest is far between
and between the sheets I sprawl
this little vermin, mean
continues still to crawl
Hush now, little one
within the womb within
the time has just begun
no longer just a whim.

[RagnarofBurland]

It has been quite awhile since I've been in a poetic mood but I am feeling a little silly too so here goes...

Aristotle, Oi!
No friends there, philosopher?
I still like you, Greek.

Gods, demons, flutter.
You seem to be forgotten.
That too dramatic?

Out here in cow town
I see one gorilla
In a flannel coat.

[Funka Genocide]

romance for the present
it almost feels like real...

Someone hand me a microphone
They’re words, or souls
Left bleeding in a sun
That never seems to set

Push, give until it hurts
Crawl when your’ legs give out
And never listen
To the smart ones

Remember lives you’ve lived
For moments at a time
The clamor of the noose
For your neck

And curse this shallow world
For giving me a face
Worth victimizing
And carve another notch

Or three
One for love
One for passion
And one for luck

Or fuck
What a novelty
To be inside
Of you

[RagnarofBurland]

I needed to practice my Latin so I translated my Aristotle Haiku into Latin. It loses the Haiku syllable structure but trying to maintain it took away some of the edge of the remark in line two. Here goes again...

Aristoteles, Oh!
Non amicos ibi, philosophus?
Tamen te amo, graecum.

[Funka Genocide]

Written for a radio show of some sort. I don't know, they don't pay me in any case, so whatever. XD

Thirteen Days

This heart’s relentless
And almost senseless
From all the sense
You make

You found ways
To turn the days
From waiting
To dreading

A shallow note
Oh what you wrote
Was fuel enough
For this

And played in full
Your façade cool
To crumble
At the last

A thirst for love
Yet placed above
Were baser things
Than truth

A crumpled man
Who held your hand
Through tepid times
To waste

Yet all you knew
Was what to do
To close
Our life

You grabbed the bottle’s hand
And found another man
Or something firm enough
To grasp

And thirteen days
Before the haze
Of months alone
Could end


Thirteen days
Left in a maze
Of hate
Or apathy

Couldn’t you wait?
Or was my fate
Always waiting
Thirteen days

Before I saw you again


Only Thirteen

The number, means nothing
Outside these walls
Of self and circumstance
Just padding, for the cell
That holds the meaning back

But you’re calling in today
And traffic through your mind
Just isn’t the same
As it used to be
Before the numbers turned

Greasing all the wheels
Yet creaking still resounds
Through tunnels meant
For deeper things
Than what your secret holds

But that number, calls from the bleak
The terror sentence rolls
And sense takes the scenic route
Stay the hand of fate
It’s only thirteen


Thirteen Beads

Ten from three
For apathy
The negative
Replies

But ten plus three
Oh now you see
The way we play
This game

Thirteen beads
In petty greed’s
Tiny, calloused hands
But no one understands

You

One for you
I’m sure you knew
But one for me
As well

One for him
The one so dim
And another
For your lover

Who doesn’t
Oh, couldn’t
Truly try
To love

You

But one for dad
I think he’s mad
And likely
The cause

One for Nan
You’re not a fan
Of the lady
Known as mom

Two for hate
Who’s pretty mate
You seem to have
Become

…you

the other side
the one that cried
while laughing
at us all

and one for her
a girl I’m sure
who died before
she lived

another bead
to sate the need
your pieces seem
to scream

for you

and the rest
are all in jest
to round the figures out
but let’s spare one for doubt

and one for paltry fears
that keep you through the years
your sweetest drug
I’m sure

And the last
Bauble cast
Is love
Into the abyss

That is you
Thirteen things you miss
And one of them
Was worth it

[Fifthfiend]

Spent fourteen years carving the words in my heart
When it came time to speak I didn't know where to start
You never answered the question cause I never asked
Ran backwards so long that I can't see the first from the last

I made a promise to you, but it went unheard
I never made it aloud, but I meant every word
I'm hanging on now cause I don't know how to let go
I need an answer to the question that you don't even know