Poems thread. Any and all poems. yours other it’s all good
#155218 - 03/01/05 08:10 AM
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Luther Maze
Reged: 07/09/04
Posts: 80
Loc: Tampa, Florida
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First off here's my favorite from the board I copy/pasted from; whoopiecushion Quote:
There's a five alarm fire in my ass oh what class. Can't walk can't eat, can't breathe without getting gas And it is clear to me my mind and body are not is harmony and my intestines are my enemy It's a shame to eat and feel the pain It's a crime that I sit here all the time that I sit here making rhymes It's a shame I think I'm going insane. You know I find it quite amusing doctors fix hearts and lungs while snoozing I can't simply equate they can't fix my simple belly aches So, I guess I will never see the person that I was capable to be cause my intestines have control of me this porcelain throne attached to me just simply will not let me be Sometimes I want to yell go to hell when the doctor says try some citrocel and you will feel just swell after 20 years of this IBS History It's gonna take more than just fiber therapy This is no longer any fun I'm calling Dr. Kevorkian I'd say doctor please oh please take me from this terrible disease. He'd say, no you have no deadly infection just a bad malfunctioning rectum So I guess I will have to wait and naturally disintigrate But while I site here waiting I watch my spirit slowly fading You know I don't do drugs or smoke No not one. But sometimes I feel like going out and having some old fashion fun and that's when I reach for a shot of good ole immodium. Wait to guarantee no trouble You better make it a double. So as your read this poem before me You may think hey this women needs psychotherapy But nothing could ever end this great sadness Except putting and end to this intestinal madness. You know some people dream of an office with a view. I dream of an office with a loo. Some say their prayers on bended knee I say them while sitting in the office lavatory. Dear God pleae make it stop Make it go away So I don't have to take another sick day.
One of mine;
Oh Master why do you toy with me In your oppositions land I dwell naturally
I summon you you answer not Expected to travel on But I can not
Oh Master the one with the last word you hand out freedom indiscriminately Why oh why can't it be me
Fate Has denied me your hand or was it me?
I see now this is so for others sake I will live in your enemies land
For now I will live between you and life for in time you will not be able to resist me
you use time to bring me pain it is your mightest weapon to those who fear you you give too little to those of us who love you you give to much
There is no logic to your working Oh take me from your enemies land.
Another of mine; not nearly as good as whoopiecushion's though. I like contradition I really do But you are the exeption to the rule
You bring me peace but are the cause of pain
I need you can't live without you yet I don't want anything to do with you
You will be with me my whole life 'till death do use part'? I made no such oath!
You let me know I'm not just dreaming for you are the souce of my waking and sleeping nightmares
You assure me my hopes and dreams will never be
The simple man my only true dream... yet fate has given me my throne.
-------------------- Life is but a memory on the breath of a dying man.
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"A Boy Named Sue" - by Shel Silverstein, of course, made even more famous by Johnny Cash (another favorite of mine)
Well, my daddy left home when I was three, and he didn't leave much to Ma and me, just this old guitar and a bottle of booze. Now I don't blame him because he run and hid, but the meanest thing that he ever did was before he left he went and named me Sue.
Well, he must have thought it was quite a joke, and it got lots of laughs from a lot of folks, it seems I had to fight my whole life through. Some gal would giggle and I'd get red and some guy would laugh and I'd bust his head, I tell you, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue.
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean. My fist got hard and my wits got keen. Roamed from town to town to hide my shame, but I made me a vow to the moon and the stars, I'd search the honky tonks and bars and kill that man that gave me that awful name.
But it was Gatlinburg in mid July and I had just hit town and my throat was dry. I'd thought i'd stop and have myself a brew. At an old saloon in a street of mud and at a table dealing stud sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue.
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad from a worn-out picture that my mother had and I knew the scar on his cheek and his evil eye. He was big and bent and gray and old and I looked at him and my blood ran cold, and I said, "My name is Sue. How do you do? Now you're gonna die." Yeah, that's what I told him.
Well, I hit him right between the eyes and he went down but to my surprise he came up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair right across his teeth. And we crashed through the wall and into the street kicking and a-gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell you I've fought tougher men but I really can't remember when. He kicked like a mule and bit like a crocodile. I heard him laughin' and then I heard him cussin', he went for his gun and I pulled mine first. He stood there looking at me and I saw him smile.
And he said, "Son, this world is rough and if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough and I knew I wouldn't be there to help you along. So I gave you that name and I said 'Goodbye'. I knew you'd have to get tough or die. And it's that name that helped to make you strong."
Yeah, he said, "Now you have just fought one helluva fight, and I know you hate me and you've got the right to kill me now and I wouldn't blame you if you do. But you ought to thank me before I die for the gravel in your guts and the spit in your eye because I'm the motherf**ker that named you Sue." Yeah, what could I do? What could I do?
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun, called him pa and he called me a son, and I came away with a different point of view and I think about him now and then. Every time I tried, every time I win and if I ever have a son I think I am gonna name him Bill or George - anything but Sue.
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The Moment they said you were gone and the thing they said you had done rings through my head like a never ending song Why Why Why The question always there you left no note as though you didn't care
Anger at you does me no good confussion can be easliy understood The pain of this is much more than tears The loss of you a cross I must bear
So Goodbye my sweet Tighe I wish you here
It rained the day we gathered to say goodbye to you as though God cryed at what his child had done The pain you caused you will never know I fear my tears will never slow and always show
Please come back this is the prayer I pray I am sorry I not brave while standing at you grave I never knew you felt so alone There had to be another way
Memories are all you left us Pain and hearbreak your legacy Why when you loved by so many
Goodbye my sweet Tighe I wish you were here.
-------------------- Heather7476
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-------------------- Heather7476
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When nobody seems to love you
And trouble's everywhere
When skies turn dark above you
And joy turns to despair,
When everything just falls apart
And no one seems to care,
Just look down deep inside your heart
and know that God is there.
-------------------- <img src="http://home.comcast.net/~letsrow/smily3481.gif">Bevvy
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Quoted from Mother Theresa:
"People are often unreasonable and self-centered. Forgive them anyway. If you are kind, people may accuse you of ulterior motives. Be kind anyway. If you are honest, people may cheat you. Be honest anyway. If you find happiness, people may be jealous. Be happy anyway. The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway. Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough. Give your best anyway. For you see, in the end, it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway."
-- Mother Theresa
-------------------- <img src="http://home.comcast.net/~letsrow/smily3481.gif">Bevvy
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MY IBS POEM
#163969 - 03/25/05 08:05 AM
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MT
Reged: 03/16/05
Posts: 20
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Thanks for liking my poem, it helped me to write it and I still enjoy reading it, it makes me laugh dispite the craziness of this condition I have. I have never been to this part of the site, and I was looking for my poem so I could show a friend and did a search and I came up in the living room. Though I have to admit, my poem is a little different then the rest of these poems. Hope you have a nice day. Meg (aka whoopie) also MT on the site because I forgot all my log info so I started over. Bye
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