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Supervixen
02-03-2002, 07:06 AM
I love what Dylan Thomas does with words. There normal everyday words but together they sound so good. Its also amazing that he was able to use those words and put them together to try to tell people how he felt. Its so sad that no one knew till after his death, his real feelings. Anyone who doesn't know him- he was a famous Welsh Poet (shame on you for not knowing)...


SOMETIMES THE SKY'S TOO BRIGHT
by Dylan Thomas
Sometimes the sky's too bright,
Or has too many clouds or birds,
And far away's too sharp a sun
To nourish thinking of him.
Why is my hand too blunt
To cut in front of me
My horrid images for me,
Of over-fruitful smiles,
The weightless touching of the lip
I wish to know
I cannot lift, but can,
The creature with the angel's face
Who tells me hurt,
And sees my body go
Down into misery?
No stopping. Put the smile
Where tears have come to dry.
The angel's hurt is left;
His telling burns.

Sometimes a woman's heart has salt,
Or too much blood;
I tear her breast,
And see the blood is mine,
Flowing from her, but mine,
And then I think
Perhaps the sky's too bright;
And watch my hand,
But do not follow it,
And feel the pain it gives,
But do not ache.







*Baby Anna*
......continue to shine......

TheGameHHH
02-03-2002, 11:04 AM
That is a nice poem, but what seperates him from other poets?

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Sheeplovr
02-03-2002, 07:47 PM
uhh that doesnt rhym

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erole
02-04-2002, 12:05 AM
all you got to say is:

"Rage, rage against the dying of the light." then everyone will know who you're talking about

The man was a master of his craft, and it is said his voice was incredible.


I myself am into the words of Kate Chopin. I have a deep respect for her work.

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RF Godfather
02-04-2002, 05:31 AM
I am a dreamer of words, of written words. I think I am reading; a word stops me. I leave the page. The syllables of the word begin to move around. Stressed accents begin to invert. The word abandons its meaning like an overload which is too heavy and prevents dreaming. Then words take on other meanings as if they had the right to be young. And the words wander away, looking in the nooks and crannies of vocabulary for new company, bad company.

--Gaston Bachelard

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FUNKMAN
02-04-2002, 05:34 AM
"I wrote these words of Freedom. I've even sung the song"
"But Freedom is for Children, because they don't understand what's wrong"

Mark Farner
____

Now these fine ladies, they had a plan. They were out to meet the boys in the band.
They said, "Come On Dudes, Let's Get It On" And we proceeded to tear that Hotel down.
We're An American Band!

Don Brewer


:)






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erole
02-04-2002, 06:58 PM
as my bones grew they did hurt
they hurt really bad
i tried hard to have a father but instead i had a dad

~kurt

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GvacNoMore
02-04-2002, 07:24 PM
In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere,
Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair.

Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake,
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break.
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.

Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear,
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer.
The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.

I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame
And every time I pass that way I always hear my name.
Then onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand.

I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light,
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space,
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face.

I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.

- "Every Grain Of Sand" by Bob Dylan. He named himself after Dylan Thomas.


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MANdrew
02-04-2002, 07:45 PM
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love.
If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.
-W.W.

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erole
02-05-2002, 09:36 PM
I'm gonna make it real now...go easy on me I'm not used to sharing.


Radio Song (This is about a song I heard one day on the radio and reminded me of a wonderful love I shouldn't of had with someone, 1999)



Old notes travel past my ears
Strumming the hollow that is felt behind my lowest ribs
With every line a shedding of years
Feelings becoming less and less numb, walls crumbing down

Remembering where I could be
Losing the compass in my liquored breath and finding you
The song finding a path tonight
Into my cherished secrets, kept far from the cold grips of reality

A place where laws are illusions
Dreams to touch, love in form, tangible fanciful forever youth
Devoid of rules
Where control is in spontaneity, and time is frozen in itself

No unspoken words and not a word needed to be spoken
A glow in place of the other, and a blindness to wherever we are
And as gravity begins to give way and I hold you up into the air again
the song ends.


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Icebox
02-05-2002, 09:58 PM
erole...usually I'm a smartass and would be first with a choice comment...however; that is a great poem that rings with real sentiment...wax on man, wax on!!!

Icebox
02-05-2002, 10:24 PM
TRAVEL

The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn't a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.

All night there isn't a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engine steaming.

My heart is warm with the friends I make,
And better friends I'll not be knowing,
Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take,
No matter where it's going.

-Edna St. Vincent Millay




~Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest morgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure-wear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrasment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life. But why would I want to do a thing like that?~

This message was edited by Icebox on 2-6-02 @ 2:26 AM

RF Godfather
02-06-2002, 05:03 AM
Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.
* Rudyard Kipling

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Supervixen
02-06-2002, 12:40 PM
I wrote a poem id like to
share but no making fun of me
for being a geek.
and NO it doesnt rhyme...


He could be your hero if he
wanted to,
but saying so means
compromising,
eyeliner sits on the desk,
if she puts it on she has to
go,
He's been gone ten days,
the song still plays in his
absense,
the jewelry box, empty, sings
forever,
forever in a sweet tone,
the sweetest tone ever,
money in hand this has to be
it,
they wait outside in the car
on the corner,
the one so bright reflecting
the sun,
so bright it hurts,
but it all hurts right now,
they say it'll be okay but she
knows better,
you left the eyeliner on the
table,
and he could be your hero if
he wanted to,
but he's too blind



*Baby Anna*
......continue to shine......

MANdrew
02-06-2002, 01:00 PM
well done anna

i feel rf.net is not ready for my lyrics...or maybe its the other way around...

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RF Godfather
02-07-2002, 04:53 AM
Anna, that poem is might I say beautiful. DO you have any of your work published? I think you have some real talent.

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Supervixen
02-07-2002, 02:11 PM
thanks alot :)
actually i do have a few of my
poems published

thanks alot tho- it made me
feel really nice



*Baby Anna*
......continue to shine......

erole
02-07-2002, 03:14 PM
Icebox, thanks! That comment breaks another wall off the fortress that surrounds my inhibitions.

Anna, that was great! Keep sharing!

...and MANdrew now you have to post. if someone like me can actually cross the line and put my stuff out there, anyone can.

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MANdrew
02-08-2002, 03:38 PM
see, now its built up and even if it is any good, it will most likely dissapoint...so heres a short one

a quite muse am i today
whispering your every dream.
a simple voice beyond your ears,
pronouncing words you yearn to feel.

a laughing fool was i today,
know me for my unearthly smile.
a far-off thought i came to be,
lingering amidst intangibility.

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RF Godfather
02-09-2002, 04:24 AM
Anna, its great that you are published I have a few works I want to get out there. You are a rue talent and I mean it. Keep it up.

Hey ManDrew, gotta love the poetry, maybe I'll start displaying my works here someday.

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erole
02-10-2002, 07:43 PM
MANdrew, sorry. I've been trying to rollerblade all weekend so this is the first time here since I last posted on the boards.

MAN, that was cool. dreams, whispers, it's all good. I love hearing other peoples writings. The best is when you read something, and you can tell that there is something tangible behind it. A feeling, an experience, a loss, or a love. You have that in there, in between the words, weaving through the letters...plug away!

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MANdrew
02-11-2002, 03:23 PM
rfmark, erole: my ego thanks you

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This message was edited by MANdrew on 2-11-02 @ 7:24 PM