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| Living Poets of Baconery... or simply poem corner of Mits | |
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| Topic Started: Apr 9 2012, 05:28 PM (866 Views) | |
| Sinjin | Apr 9 2012, 05:28 PM Post #1 |
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Le Bacon Poem pour Loofa A strip or two Sizzling for you Curling and turning So red and still burning Toss to a platter It doesn’t really matter For Loofa needs A bacon feeds And when the pan Is hot, I ran Juggle and toss The bacon is boss Flying and darting So Loofa goes hunting He jumps with desire Mouth open like fire To consume he plans The bacon hot off the pan |
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| Sinjin | Apr 9 2012, 07:06 PM Post #2 |
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No one wanted to play No childish game Would be fun If people came To simply shun The moment gone I bid adieu I feel forlorn Because of you[/b] Edited by Sinjin, Apr 9 2012, 07:13 PM.
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| Sinjin | Apr 9 2012, 07:14 PM Post #3 |
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Because Reason likes bacons too A sweet scent Honey dipped I see them bent My heart skipped Luscious flavor Savory color A baconator Stomach’s hunger Reason is Reason not A meal of bliss Shan’t be forgot |
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| Sinjin | Apr 9 2012, 07:27 PM Post #4 |
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An invitation for Reason You seem so close And yet are far A man with those Intriguing scars So write it down A life unknown An untrammeled crown Is best be shown Meet my Kae Soon to be born He shall play So strong, so torn He’ll need some friends Some strife and joy So when life ends He’ll smile, so coy |
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| Sinjin | Apr 9 2012, 07:31 PM Post #5 |
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Though Reason declined, there's a surging feeling inside I think I found A friend in here So new and sound Three cheers! Three cheers! |
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| Sinjin | Apr 9 2012, 08:21 PM Post #6 |
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Don't you hate thinking too much? In language we differ In clothes we dither In flesh we’re nearer Our souls, they glimmer Though minds apart Pasts contrasting We live, one heart Each one in passing So continues The cycle pushes The life of hues Color and muses And where I go With this train of thought I know not so Though my heart was caught In a face I knew A face unfamiliar So close, I threw Hope lost, so peculiar Was it a dream An endless maze Of once a team So strong, unphazed Of memories doomed Of time uncertain Or a friend consumed Drop now, red curtain End this farce This story, this time All greed and wars Drown in the sublime End to this tale To start anew A life to hail Just me and you |
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| 栄 Snow | Apr 11 2012, 07:22 AM Post #7 |
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Dark Lorde of the Sith
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| Sinjin | Jul 7 2012, 01:54 AM Post #8 |
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(7-7-12) Day and night, Struggling together Sharing the joys and the difficulties of life I almost gave up You gave unconditional Love and support I can never match in this life or the next I am eternally grateful From sitting, to standing Taking a couple of steps Then to look at the spectators with undaunted eyes I was trained to be great To speak with clarity The words rushing from memory All those sleepless nights of singing a piece so foreign for a child I had unwavering confidence Each movement of the arm Calculated for the rise and fall Like the beat of the heart of the one who wrote such a tale I felt the emotions taking over You escaped work just for it Wrote it down with an inspired heart You remembered the days of when you had aspired to be great, a writer I knew then, that I should grant that wish It was heartbreaking to know That work had caged you behind the desk My performance, the applauses, you could not hear and bear a proud smile But I could never forget that I owed you So the small child rode to your confines Walking so solemn and casually, a smile I sat in front of your throne, looking at each stack of paperwork undone I felt guilty for it was all because of me But you offered the warmest smile in return And tried to console me for not coming to see I played along, pretending to be down and defeated from the competition I waited for the right moment to strike Nevertheless, you still smiled Reassured me that things would be all right So I stood up, feigning to return your money’s change I had to control myself, else I’d jump You looked up from behind the papers You reached your hand unknowingly You wondered what it was you had me buy for you that day before I left for school I smiled so giddily. It was finally time It was heavier than coins, bigger It wasn’t silver or bronze, not a Peso It was stringed, a shiny surface with an embedded face greeted your eyes Then, I felt so proud to see you smile “I told you”, I said, too coy for my age, “I would give you back the change” And for the tiring afternoons and voiceless nights I offered my treasure back |
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| Sinjin | Aug 27 2012, 12:52 PM Post #9 |
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untitled (8-27-12) What is the mystery that is the end? When all time has stopped There will be light A light of white or Black For darkness Can too be light As light cannot exist without darkness That in all that white, bare and naked You long the shadow of security So whether light be white or black It is a blanket of security When you have crossed oceans Leagues, thunderous plains and the sky Will you reach the waterfall of the end? Where water traveled for years In lakes, rivers, marshes, swamps, seas Of toilets, faucets, shower hoses In the mouths, through intestines, out the bowels Fountain of youth, the Elixir, a deadly poison All liquid as it seem has moved across time and space Water caught is water sent Yet at the end Will you see the waterfall of the end? What will it be? When you have whiffed the deadly fume The light incarcerating flesh and scorches the land A hell on earth of bombs and madmen The fall of cities, empires and lands A standstill waits in the wake Where remnants of giants lay witness Their veins protruding and rusty and threatening to fall Their hands long gone, collapsed, eroded Their beauty unwanted, shattered, greying through suns and moons And when no soul makes a sound The desolate planet survives with the giants Towering concretes of history and sin Will this be the end? Dead end They say is finality There is no change, no chance, no alternative It is the outcome of rigorous and multiple choices The breath of resignation A barrier that blocks all view and crushingly omnipotent But walls are made to enclose A partition of sides and views and lives Not stoppage of time, just brief respite For a push, a kick, a shove on the wall Creates clinks, chinks, and it crashes unceremoniously And at the clearing of dust a path is seen Dead end therefore is just a hindrance of the soul Unless you stop, it is abstract and not a threat at all A blanket of hope, an endless waterfall The dusks and dawns of the shattered earth or human obstacle What is the mystery that is the end but The beginning For we begin to think and journey to the end And at the end We begin anew |
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| Sinjin | Aug 27 2012, 03:46 PM Post #10 |
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Worlds Apart (8-26-12) SCREEEEEEEEEEEECHING! SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAMING! Voices of men and beasts and machines Flames ablaze The heavens collapse to part the black And grey It rains of blood and tears and fears It rains of oil and grease and gears Lightning crackles like veins across the sky Bombs setting off like thumps of the heart Lives give up like flickers of the flame And the candle dies again and again to a mountain of wax To a child it is the cheering of a parade People crowding and flocking to Colorful floats and exotic creatures Flame-eating performers and knife-throwing beauties The allure of a magical troupe, a circus, an adventure Sparks flying are fireworks that brighten the sky Of various shape, color and intensity And the deafening echos are from The drums of the ringmaster And the clouds are mists of the magician’s act For to a child, it is all spectacular |
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