poetry1

SONNETS

Shakespeare's sonnets don't make a lot of sense;
They just confuse you more and more each time
He always writes them in the present tense;
And will try anything to make them rhyme
The number of syllables should be ten;
But sometimes he uses eleven instead
So just go back and read that line again;
And count there are eleven like I said.
There are times when his rhyming's not quite right;
Like "lov'd" and "prov'd" in sonnet One One Six
And don't forget his sentences just might
End on the next line. It's one of his tricks.
And just to break the a, b, a, b, trend;
A rhyming couplet's always at the end

CLOVER

I dance like snowdrop, my diamond rain glow
Killed clover - that luckless fragile gold
Paid, yet crushed by winter's solid cold
Where like an icy glitter rainbow
Jewels shattered iron cold diamond show
But, though luckless, ordinary, threefold
Clover's green leaf still breaks the snowdrop's hold,
Leaves no more diamonds where emeralds grow

And why should the luckless jewels still grow?
What so defines that clover leaf should be
The emerald dagger to break diamond snow?
What candle in darkness lets the green glow?
What sympathies has this leaf with me?
Not as snow but as clover I am free

WEIRD POEM

I am lost in a purple tree
Of people's hands and pinhead stars
And plastic flowers on taxi cars
All waving, friendly but they don't know me

My eyes are flickering and want to cry
My throat feels like a leather shoe
I need a wall to walk into
This anger, desire I cannot try

No more to run away - and live
In a world of deranging thought
Where love and friendship must be bought
And what you eat is what you give

I'm not sure what I meant just then
But I never know anymore
It's all a void and no purpose for
Anything existing no time when -

I feel alone

BREATH

Beyond sight and taste
And smell and touch,
Drawn back from the crowd,
Away from the sound
So voices become nothing more
Than a distant hum of life
Senses become free,
Returning to their very essence
And it is not the stillness,
The silence, so often searched for,
But the sense of the world I find,
That force can be felt,
The breath of the world.

(Poet's note: I'm not usually this annoyed, but this is something that really gets to me!)

I've learned something this year
I won't take more bad luck
There's too much to do here
Art folios really suck

I've tried eating more food
I feel worse than before
Now I'm completely screwed
I'm not painting anymore

My certificate came late
I knew I'd be the last
Three days I had to wait
To find I hadn't passed

I just sit there everyday
As pathetic as I can be
'Cause that bloody SQA
Gave Higher Art an E

Why should I bother now?
I worked my ass off before
But it didn't work somehow
This time I'll fail for sure

The SQA is dumb
Why weren't they satisfied?
How hopeless I've become
I wish I hadn't tried

I'LL TRY TO SING A HAPPY SONG

An imprint on a deep red rose curtain,
So beautiful as he rides away.
He leaves with the red sun leaving the day.
He is pure, he is free, his way certain -
He knows happily - tonight the birds will sing,
When he is faraway in the sunset -
Ridden onwards and with his end met.
Such purity is an amazing thing.

But why can he sing a happier song?
Why do I no longer know ways to be -
Purity, happiness, perfect and free?
Why is it that everything is so wrong?
My own unhappiness and huge regret
Is caused by riding to another sunset.
It didn't work, did it?

AWAKEN

Light speed nights into dreams
Of darkness and freedom
An endless day of moonlight and sunbeams
Confusion and daydreams
And a butterfly that dances on the breeze
Twisted, powerful, rainbow of life
In movements of delicate slumber
The shine of infinite stars
Upon a snow-covered dreamscape
The dancer dances on the dance floor

THE THING WE ALL WANT

What do we all want?
When we look at our world, do
We understand our being?
Do we know what we are looking for?

Love underpins us all,
That figure, so beautiful and pure,
Yet so ugly and dark

Pain lifts us away,
Away into another world,
Up above the clouds,
Crashing on a circle of fire

Hope leaves us floundering,
As our grip slips, and we slide,
Down into the final place,
The end of it all

Death is the final release,
An escape from everything,
From the chaos and pain,
From the love and the hope

Death brings us together,
So close we could never
part,
>No, never part