I feel like doing something a little different today, so drop a piece of poetry you wrote! It can be old, new, or written on the spot. It can be funny, sad, dramatic, or challenging, whatever you feel like!
@RickiTarr I think we all get a ghost cat any time a beloved four-legged companion shuffles off this mortal coil. You just can't get over the feeling that they'll stroll in and demand a snack at any time...
Freedom is great
Maybe I'll let you hold it someday
But only for a moment,
Because it's precious
And I don't want it broken
(Your kind is clumsy, you know)
Welcome to the mansion.
Your room is in the carriage house.
Make sure you wear the uniform
I've very generously provided.
Don't let the laughter
From my party disturb you
We're just playing poker
And the loser has to dig
The mass graves
I'm just kidding
We use incinerators now.
I don't have anything original but I did rewrite these lyrics using Auguish Languish, an ersatz language that allows for substitutions using similar sounding words, the more ridiculous the better 😊
@RickiTarr
2/2
Not from Egypt did Israél escape,
and not from Rome did Jesus preach release.
The names all fall away, are naught but dust;
To overcome, a hunger born again.
No humans wear false labels Black or White.
From birch to ebony our sacred Flesh,
and all alive to bear redemption’s Word!
(I’m paraphrasing Beatles songs, y’know:
Here comes the sun, and I say it’s all right.
And don’tcha know it’s gonna be all right...?)
@RickiTarr
A Justice Poem 2/2
Not from Egypt did Israél escape,
and not from Rome did Jesus preach release.
The names all fall away, are naught but dust;
To overcome, a hunger born again.
No humans wear false labels Black or White.
From birch to ebony our sacred Flesh,
and all alive to bear redemption’s Word!
(I’m paraphrasing Beatles songs, y’know:
Here comes the sun, and I say it’s all right.
And don’tcha know it’s gonna be all right...?)
You call me monster
You call me perversion of nature
You call me destroyer of society
You call me demon
You call me delusional
Because my dreams terrified you
A dream of being a mum one day
A dream of having a baby
A dream of wearing my favourite frumpy sweater while my kid plays soccer
A dream of handing my kid the keys to the car saying "be home by 11", and cry for half an hour because to me it was just yesterday we came home from the hospital
@RickiTarr
There was a day when we were young
I think it was March and
We could smell promise
Maybe it was just hope of brighter days
Half imagined and waiting for
More sunlight to burst into bloom
So many poems you’ve never read,
Because they never left my head.
A few were brilliant, most inane,
But all remained inside my brain,
And, like the clichéd morning dew,
Dissolved, and never got to you.
Nor does this end my tale of sorrow:
More poems of mine won’t see tomorrow!
Or you could count it as a mercy,
For few rejoyce when I get verse-y.
Near my center of mass
There is a mark
Of a particular shape
Recognizable to one who
Knows what to look for
Nobody sees it
Unless I want them to
Which means, of course,
Only two people
Have seen it
Somewhere not far
Is a woman
With this mark
But hers is deeper
Closer to her heart
It has a particular shape
Recognizable to one who
Knows what to look for
I am unaware
If others have seen it
Once or twice a year
I see this woman
We smile carefully
And we pretend
That we are unblemished
That we share no
Particularly shaped mark and
In those moments
I hold my breath
To bear the pain
I do not know
The depth of her pain
But I suspect (assume)
That hers is worse
And cuts far deeper
Even than mine because
When she looks at me
I see something deep
And well hidden
Yet recognizable to me
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