About CS Poems (263)

Poets to the left of me
Poets to the right of me
Into the valley of poetry
Wrote steve1223

Billiegirl shot a poem across my bow
Quickly I had to recover
Duck down as elo fired in succession
Fell over, escaped Fellsman's broad salvo

Things were getting rather hot
As thelmatalla joined the fray
Paloma and niah joined together
Firing round after round

Marikia tried to bring some peace
But poets kept on firing
Poems were flying through the air
And landing all around me

I could see the names written
Country lady and some by swade
There was Janze, Happygolucky and jazzy
Poetnumber1, kickit and Redex

Just as I thought it was safe to move
Freepoetry let loose with half a dozen
Andrew decided to take some shots
And so did agoodguy2have

Odette waved a flag of truce
And Ladybee tried to restore order
But cafetwo would have none of that
Nor would boyshchrm and mcradloff

Pilgrimageoflove lived up to name
Tossed poems dripping with love
Fjames and hedistuff combined
And tossed them left and right

I waved the flag, I yelled stop
No more, cease and desist
I give up, you all win
This fight so fairly fought

You've all worked hard
The title to earn
I pronounce you one and all
Poets of Greatness

I enjoyed reading the poem by Bill that seemed to be about my poem “The Pedant”
I don’t know what it is about this poem that makes people think that it is about “Them”,
it just seems to strike a chord in some people I think. Indeed, when I first posted it, a good friend on the corner wondered if it was about him, and he asked me as much in a private email, which I happily answered in the negative.
I am ashamed to admit that I did actually write it about a “Someone”, and confided to the aforesaid friend at the time that I wrote from frustration at the mails I was receiving at that time, about my first book of poems, “dreamweaver”, from my publisher, that, being the “Someone.”
Now, unless I was gifted with extraordinary foresight and malice aforethought I could not have written this about Bill, as, if anyone would care to look, it was posted Fri. July 16th 2010.
I wanted to set this right, because whatever anyone thinks of this particular poem it was NOT written, to the best of my knowledge, about anyone resident now or ever at this corner.
I hope this clears the matter about this poem now, and that it is put to rest.
In my opinion, this place was always a respite, and a comforting haven for those on CS wanting to get away from the Forums and Profiles that can be very brutal, and forthright. Also a place for people wanting to write poetry for whatever reason. When I last looked it didn’t say anywhere in the guidelines that spelling had to be perfect or that everything had to rhyme….Or, that you had to even be an aspiring poet at all!
However, it does ask that if you cannot be constructive and offer encouragement in comment, (I am paraphrasing here), pass it by without comment. I think mainly, this above all should be followed, after all not everyone is very literate in English, and misunderstandings easily happen.
Thank you for reading this explanation and my opinion. I truly hope that it clarifies a “Muddy puddle”. Please keep writing everyone, in whatever way you feel fit, for nobody’s poems are here to be judged by anyone, just enjoyed, and by many more than will ever comment or contribute to this corner. There is no such thing as good or bad poetry, only good or bad opinions about poetry. Remember, what you say here is read around the world.
Yours sincerely,
Andrew.

In this place y'all hang out
What you write's, what you feel
In that moment with your thoughts.

Alot of words that I've read
You all post thru your days
To talk about something
Important in your mind.

What I'm trying to say
There's much that I've read
Yet no comment to reflect.

Perhaps it's a case of the way that I am
It is what it is and the way it's just me~


~Bentlee~

I sit with you on top of me
Hold you close
Slow at first
One.... Two.... Three

Close my eyes
Hear you cry
Faster we get
Harder we try

Listen to you carefully
Making sure you respond to my touch
I want to hear you talk to me
In that way I love so much

Love to go on forever
But I have to let you go
Realising we've been here hours
My hands begin to slow

It creates a feeling within me
Like nothing else can do
In a moment of ecstasy
As I sit as one with you

‘TWIXT A TWERP AND A TWIN

are you the one who is trying to come ‘twixt she and me?
Are you the one who makes her blush like the roses we Are blessed to see?
Couldst you be the one to split up a couple alegedly laden with love?
And are you the one who promised to gather and grant her every star above?

Wouldst thou presume to have the power
At any second, minute or hour
To make me fade like a fireplace and its smoke
And then try to rekindle the embers she came to stoke

Must you be taught about her ample lust?
And the pies she bakes with a buttery crust?
Will you be the one, the weed and the wedge?
But take heed when she’s tries to lead you the edge

So, you must be the one who thinks himself suave and urbane
Okay, I say, go learn about the intricacies of the lady’s brain
Then strike up a conversation about being handsome and rich
Do all that because I certainly don’t want the ignorant b*tch
© 2011.….free cee! PHREEPOETREE

Hi everyone!! Please feel free to post poems that mean the most to you and it would be great to hear why they mean so much? It could be your own, not you own, lyrics from a song etc etc. Maybe something you always seem to end up relating to or 'needing'. Love, lost love, hate, anger, general inspiration, ANYTHING goes! Its always good to share thoughts on such a powerful platform such as writing......PLEASE GET INVOLVED!!

I ALWAYS LOVED KERRY
AND U DID YOUR BEST WE HAD A HOLIDAY EVERY YEAR
I USED TO BE SCARED TO SLEEP
BUT YOU HELD MY SMALL HAND
THERE WERE SIXX OF US DUNNO HOW WE GOT INTO THE ANGELA
I KNOW THIS DOESN'T RYME BUT NOTHING IN LIFE DOES
I GAVE U A KISS BUT SENSED SOMETHING BAD WAS GONNA HAPPEN
YOU KNOW LIKE IN YOUR GUT THAT LAST TIME
YOU ALWAYS TOLD ME YOU WERE DRIVING FROOM 14 YEARS
BUT I SHOULD HAVE STOPPED YOU TAKEN UR KEYS OR SOMETHING
YOU WERE HANDY AT EVERYTHING
BUILT SHEDS AND TURNED IT FROM YOUR GREEN HOUSE TO YOUR WORK SHED
YOU MADE ALL THE WOOD TURNING SAWS OUTTA BITS AND PIECES
THEY WERE TAKEN CICULAR SAW BY YOUR GRANDCHILDREN

DADDY I LOVVED YOU U GOT CANCER OF THE EYE AND THAT HAD TO REMOVE UR EYE
THEN CATARACT ON OTHER EYE

BOTH MYSELF AND MY SISTER BREEDA BLAME OURSELVES
SHE GOES IN TO MUM ON FRIDAY AND DOES DIY
SHE SAYS DADDY TELLS HER TO DO IT

DADDY CAN YOU SEE AND HEAR WHATS GOING ON
OR HAS DEATH LEFT YOU ASLEEP OBLIVIOUS TO EVERY THING
OKAY YOU WERE 80 YEARS BUT A FIT MAN AND THE ESB VAN HAD TO
GO OVER THE CAR
IN RENARD POINT
COUNTY KERRY

I DIDN'T GO TO THHE FUNERAL WAS TOO SELFISH PLUS WAS DIAGNOIED AN ACHOLIC
ITS FUNNY NOW BECAUSE I WS TOLD I COULD DRINK AGAIN
ON ALOT OF PRESCRIBED DRUGS NOW
REMEMBER BEING IN ST ITAS AND ASKED DO I CARE AND I SAID NO
SINCE YOU GONE I ENDED IN HOSPITAL FOR THREE WEEKS BECAUSE I HAD NIGHT MARES OF U WAKING UP IN THAT COFFIN AND BLAMING ME

OKAY GUESS THIS IS GOODBYE COS I KNOW PART OF YOU IS HERE
I HATE BEING PSYCHIC BUT MAYBE IT WAS A GIFT LIKE BREEDA
PEOPLE THIS MAN HAD SIX KIDS ALWAYS WORKED EVEN AFTER RETIRMENT AND WE HAD A COTTAGE GORTNAGREE KELLS CO KERRY IRELAND AND THATS WHEN
ON THE 7TH OCTOBER WENT TO LOCK COTTAGE UP FOR THE WINTER

I WANT TO GO BACK DOWN TO WERE IT HAPPENED BUT MY HUSBAND WON'T ALSO
THEY HAVE A VIDEO OR CLOSING THE COFFIN IN MUMS HOUSE
THEY WON'T LET ME SEE THAT.

HE ALWAYS GAVE OUT TO MMY HUSBAND ABOUT CARE OF HIS CCARS
MY HUSBAND JUST MENTIONED IT
ANYWAY MAYBE YOUR IN A DREAMLESS SLEEP
I WANT THIS SLEEP TOO DAD

I HAVE SHAMED YOU WITH PROSTUTION
BUT SOME HOW I AMENDED IT WITH MY HUSBAND
DAD I NEED SLEEP LIKE YOU

WAS KILLED RENARD POINT CO KERRY VISITING A NEIGHBOUR ESB VAN WENT OVER TO OF CAR 3.07PM DAD GOT OUT THEN TAKEN TRALEE GENERAL DIED THREE DAYS LATER TALKING ABOUT HIS GRANCHILDREN
HE WAS HALF COLD KISSED HIS FOREHEAD FELT PEACEFUL

THEN DID YOU EVER SEE A COFFIN WITH SOMEONES NAME ON IT
MICHEAL MULRYAN 7 TH OCTOBER 2007
TO HIS HOUSE IN GLASNEVEN
I WAS USELESS JUST AS THE WAKE HAPPENED
I SAT USELLESS BESIDE THE COFFIN IN SISTING HE NEEDED HIS BASE BALL CAP
THEN ROSERARY BEADS.

SO THAT'S MY STORY BY THE WAY MUM WAS IN ACCIDENT TOO AND SHE RECOVERED HEAD OF THE MULRYANS THE BOSS AT 83 YEARS HUGS MUM

If We Could Bring You Back Again


If we could bring you back again,
For one more hour or day,
We’d express all our unspoken love;
We’d have countless things to say.


If we could bring you back again,
We’d say we treasured you,
And that your presence in our lives
Meant more than we ever knew.


If we could bring you back again,
To tell you what we should,
You’d know how much we miss you now,
And if we could, we would.


By Joanna Fuchs

Opening words of introduction always the same
Touching an emotional nerve of an unknown; just playing a game
An only child in a one parent household for many years
Thoughts of bad relationships in the past; holding back the tears.


Complimentary words of connection like freshly fallen flakes of snow
With each succeeding e mail; a promising relationship takes seed and begins to grow
Asking questions; always receiving satisfactory answers in return
Setting up the patsy on the other end; ready to get burned.

An opportunity for a meeting after returning from a foreign land
A small favor is necessary; the Romeo hopefully will be eager; according to my plan
The monetary sum requested in the message; Mr Head Over Heels should be willing to pay
Silence on the computer means I've chased another potential victim away.

He thought I was the culprit
He thought it came from me
As, the person stood behind me
He couldn't, clearly see.
I really didn't do it
I swear and cross my heart
But, before I could explain to him
The assault, from him did start.

He poked me in the ribs
He stomped upon my toe
He hit me with his walking stick
And, boy it hurt me so.
He put his face, right up to mine
And shouted really loud
So as you can imagine
We, attracted quite a crowd.

"How very dare you, sneeze on me"
He yelled, his face now red
I really thought his eyes
Would pop right out his head.
"Did you not, have a tissue
Could your scarf, you not have used
You've spread your dreaded 'lurgy'
Now I'm not so, oh amused".

I tried so hard to tell him
T'was someone else, stood in the queue
Who by this time had sneaked by us
And was now, at counter two.
But, he ne'er at all believed me
Just gave me, a final poke and prod
One last whack with his, walking stick
Turned around and marched right out....