Yes! Another Poem Thread! Darkly.

[oneighty]

I have seen the things
that live below.
While lying here
in silent night
listening to
the black winds blow!

I have seen the things
there, evil and dark
me lying here
in silent night
hearing and feeling
my pounding heart.

I have seen the things
with rotting flesh
and bright red eyes
and sulpher breath.
Me lying here in silent night
eyes froze open in private fright.

I have seen the things
of nightmare's dreams
I have seen the death of many things
I hear the sound of loneliness
as a passing train pounds the tracks
its Banshee whistle calling me back.

I have seen me walking
among those things
through a forest, darkened.
What does there me bring?
Me lying here in silent night
or am I there? In this darkest light.

I have seen the things
as I toss and turn!
Me lying here in silent night
shifting about in sweating sleep
as I walk with skill
the darkened forest.

I have seen those things
as they walk with me, or is it me
walking with them? It cannot be
as I toss about, as I am a man
and they are not.
Me lying here in silent night.

Clearer now I see those things
strange it is; they look like me.
I have seen those things
of nightmare's dreams,
as closer now we each do bring.
Me lying here in silent night.

The truth comes now to me
in dawning's light. Those things I see
that live below.
The things that look
a lot like me.
Me lying here in dawning's light.

I have seen those things that live below
reflections of myself I know.
The sins I have done
come home to me.
Me lying here
in screaming fear!

Oh my 180!

[NMDemDist2]

1. dark is right........ n/t

[JitterbugPerfume]

2. gee Ed

cool poem, but it sure is ominous

[zeemike]

3. It is a good poem

But now I challenge you to write just the opposite
One that will make the spirit fly upward into the light.
Think you can do it?
Show us your versatility and skill.

[NMDemDist2]

4. i second that .....

:)

[oneighty]

7. Hey that was a fun poem to write

I wrote that about thirty years ago when we lived on the edge of a swamp near the Santee River Delta! Lotta strange things happen there.

I like a challenge!

The Lover.

The Lover
Like spring air
Smelling of new life,
Lilacs and roses
Filters through cracks
Under doors
Beneath windows
And quietly settles
Beside you
As you sleep.
The Lover kisses
The tears from
Your eyes
Draws forth
From your sweet
Mouth, the fears
Of yesterday.
He leaves
As he came.
Silent.

[zeemike]

9. I like that one a lot

And I thought it was written by a younger person.

[oneighty]

10. Zeemike

I wrote the dark poem about thirty-five years ago. It was a poem fitting for that dark period.

'The Lover' I wrote for JitterbugPerfume recently because she asked me to write a poem just for her. So I did.

Now you give us a poem?

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[zeemike]

12. Well poetry is kind of weird for me

It only happens when someone says something that strikes some kind of flint in my mind. And then it comes out of me all at once and I have no idea when I start just where it will go.

But here is one that came form a religious discussion I was having some years ago.

Was it only an apple?
Just as it was only a man and a woman
A garden and a gate
Just nakedness and shame.

What about the tree
With it's branches and roots
It's leaves and microbial interaction with the earth.
It was after all the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.

And no tree bears fruit without a history.
And it was the fruit that opened the eyes, not the tree.
And it was not the tree of mankind that felt shame
But it's fruit that developed from its maturity.

Simple is the life of man
We eat, we breathe, and we die
But simple is not the mind of man
As it reaches for the sky.

[oneighty]

13. My own poetic efforts spring forth fully grown.

I cannot usually say "I am going to make a poem." I have maybe twenty poems left. I lost quite a few in a fire near said swamp. I have hundreds and hundreds of very short life stories though.

Your effort is just fine. There was more to it than the snake and the apple the tree that bore the apple. The shame is a problem. They, Adam and Eve could not have been aware of shame as they had not yet been taught shame. Do some more?

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By the way..I am seventy years old.

[zeemike]

19. You know When I first read your poem

I did not look at the profile and I had you figured for a young writer (because they seem to enjoy the dark side)
I am 62 and I have written a fair amount of poems but never saved many of them because I didn't take myself seriously as a writer.
But I might be able to come up with one if you give me a line to start with. It could be a question or some short comment. I don't really know if I can do it without some start and on demand, but I will try.

That one probably made more sense to the person I was having the conversation with than anyone else but she gave me the line...It was only an apple

[zeemike]

5. I could get you started

I have seen the things
that live on high.
While lying here
my love near by
listening to
the warm winds blow!

[JitterbugPerfume]

6. post my favorite one , oneighty

you know which one it is

[oneighty]

8. It is there

Ms. Jitterbug

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[JitterbugPerfume]

11. thank you

dear friend

[cerulean_ink]

14. very nice poetry, aptly titled (n/t)

[oneighty]

15. Thank you cerulean_ink.

You will add a poem?

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[cerulean_ink]

17. glad to

dear destiny

birth, life, death,
what comes next?
souls in limbo, temples
tell you the man upstairs
cares for all,
save those who fall
from grace, faced
with eternal anguish,
with your demons vanquished,
enter in.
but if sin
comes from within,
these souls control destiny.
swept from the shores
of birth, life, and strife,
it all comes with a price,
choices, voices sooth us soundless,
blind us from our truest progress,
faith placed in human hands,
demanding destiny listen
to the things that we've been missing.

[oneighty]

21. It is a good poem

searching.

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[oneighty]

16. You are a painter?

I had to rush to my dictionary cerulean_ink to confirm my thoughts.

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[cerulean_ink]

18. not a painter...

just a young man who was always intrigued by that color in the crayola box. :hi:

[oneighty]

20. Ahhh!

But did it have flavor? The taste of sky and blue sea water?

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[cerulean_ink]

22. unfortunately i haven't had the opportunity yet..

to taste those delicacies firsthand, but one of these days I'll make it to the ocean and finally know nature's true definition of cerulean.