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Re: A place to share your writings...

Sat Jun 15, 2013 9:15 am

....Brilliant. Thanks for posting that Jamie. :) - Wish I could write something too, but I've been completely lacking in inspiration lately. :( Very frustrating at times...

Re: A place to share your writings...

Tue Jun 18, 2013 12:44 pm

Thanks!!
I had a burst of creativity after being unable to write for ages. I played around with the idea that the "muse" is female, and has known every poet.

Re: A place to share your writings...

Wed Sep 04, 2013 10:08 pm

This is a new-ish poem called "Business is a Warzone":

Brimming with ambition, no predicted figures cause my pupils to constrict
Those calculating lenses made short math of an apprenticeship
did you guess my life began in a blue shirt and borrowed tie?
Tip-toeing the lobby floral mosaic as if entering a minefield, and I was right!

"Business is a warzone" being the mantra, all bayonets and bear traps
self-serving, snapping shut on your ankle where ever you stand
The small-timers surround us, no strangers to scalping for strangleholds,
the monopoly on commodities from tampons to mobile phones.

They can only undercut so much before the jugular is struck
narrowed incoming veins drained dry and the hour is won
or more specifically, a fifteen minute reprieve or well earned piss break
the prize of victory which can't be savoured, just frittered away

in a decaff daydream drafting a speech to convince the boardroom
our recorded quarterly fluctuation is nothing out of the ordinary.
"With this momentum there's every reason we'll break even by Easter
No, make that Valentines', when there's more than deals to sweeten"

The awkward shuffling of papers,
taking thousand dollar spectacles from their case
For this occasion, this acid test,
were consumers decide my fate...

And here I plead, a tailored gladiator, pie charts and line graphs
Lance and shield of the Yuppy Age, even the cocktail waitress understands!
The horseless joust always cat and mouse, swings and roundabouts
Without the thrill, still six million down and dry-mouthed!

Then from the head of the table, the chairman clears his throat
"Thank you for your efforts, but we need a fresh approach
Nothing personal son, every success needs it's victims
So don't take this to heart, it's only business.....


...and by the way, you can keep the briefcase
but leave your car keys in your mail tray"

Another poem I wrote to try my hand at writing pieces intended as spoken word:

In the presence of beauty, the brain is impotent
The tongue is a loose flaccid muscle, the throat full of mucus
Can you love someone in disrepair? Someone so clearly flawed?
Give me a curious glance, a smile standard issue to all the faces
whose names you can't place, for me to misunderstand
and think "she must like me"
Even though you already have someone to complain about
Who can never love you like he loves himself
Who'd rather spend time with his male friends
being the biggest idiot in the crowd
And texting other girls
And making you feel
Insignificant
Well, how do you think I feel?
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Re: A place to share your writings...

Thu Sep 05, 2013 3:52 am

I have been uninspired in my writing too. I would like to attempt a short story, based on a dream (more like a nightmare) that I had some years back, but I started writing and it was no good. So maybe I will revisit the idea as a poem, just focusing on the salient events/theme of the nightmarish dream.

it involves ethereal female saviors, lost underground worlds, huge assassin scorpions and innocent children. You know it cannot have a happy ending. It is the most disturbing thing I have ever dreamed. Actually, I don't know if attempting to put that horror in writing is a good idea. Probably not.

Re: A place to share your writings...

Fri Sep 06, 2013 5:39 am

Marina wrote:I have been uninspired in my writing too. I would like to attempt a short story, based on a dream (more like a nightmare) that I had some years back, but I started writing and it was no good. So maybe I will revisit the idea as a poem, just focusing on the salient events/theme of the nightmarish dream.

it involves ethereal female saviors, lost underground worlds, huge assassin scorpions and innocent children. You know it cannot have a happy ending. It is the most disturbing thing I have ever dreamed. Actually, I don't know if attempting to put that horror in writing is a good idea. Probably not.


Hope you get around to it Marina. I'd love to read about assassin scorpions! ;) :D Sounds like one hell of a dream!

Re: A place to share your writings...

Tue Dec 17, 2013 3:53 pm

Here's something I wrote about twenty or more years ago when I was a bit less cynical! :oops: ..........

'Wintersong'


The kiss of a frost has met the trees
An ice-crust has covered the pond
And the midsummer song of the birds and the bees
Blown away as of memory fond
For a silver-grey hue this chameleon land
Has borne now at the death of the year
And it's strange that the earth with a sleight of her hand
Can call snow up for those with hearts dear
To the memory of youth, when the spirit was young
And a sparkle came to every eye
At the sight of a snowflake, as Carol choir sang
Through the country lane thicket they'd spy
And of snowmen and sleigh bells and candles a'glow
They meant more as a child to be sure
But our hearts are still warmed as the memories flow
With a visiting voice at the door
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Re: A place to share your writings...

Tue Dec 17, 2013 4:45 pm

arcademannequin wrote:Here's something I wrote about twenty or more years ago when I was a bit less cynical! :oops: ..........

'Wintersong'


The kiss of a frost has met the trees
An ice-crust has covered the pond
And the midsummer song of the birds and the bees
Blown away as of memory fond
For a silver-grey hue this chameleon land
Has borne now at the death of the year
And it's strange that the earth with a sleight of her hand
Can call snow up for those with hearts dear
To the memory of youth, when the spirit was young
And a sparkle came to every eye
At the sight of a snowflake, as Carol choir sang
Through the country lane thicket they'd spy
And of snowmen and sleigh bells and candles a'glow
They meant more as a child to be sure
But our hearts are still warmed as the memories flow
With a visiting voice at the door


Paul this is beautiful! I didn't know you could be so poetic ;) :lol:
Well done, I don't know if it's because I'm of a different country but I find this really nice to read and it would deserve to be in a poetry book.

Re: A place to share your writings...

Sun Jan 19, 2014 3:16 pm

This is a new piece called "Anti-Ballad":


If I was brave I could engage you in conversation
I would proclaim you most radiant, a stately lady!
And I could try your patience with tuneless serenades
until, exasperated, you'll say:
"The Beatles sing that song, keep it that way!"
Oh well! Would you listen to one of my own compositions?
The problem is that I have none...but give me a minute!
I'll recite one of my poems over some basic chords
and you could say I wrote it for you if you didn't look so bored
and embarrassed to share a street with me
don't you know how beautifully you grit your teeth?
And how gracefully you carry yourself, it cannot have a name!
But it's as if any space you stand within is your own personal stage,
catwalk, pedestal, chariot. And you yourself are weightless!
You've floated a world away, in the time it took to play this
and I have the urge to compare you to a waterfall
but the Stone Roses said it better before I was even born!
And aren't they your favourite band? Wanna Be Adored? Spread The Love!
I'd walk a Ten Storey Tightrope just to hear you Bang The Drums
How many song names did I incorporate? Ah, but you'll still hate me
for the infinite wisdom and bravery of one rainy day, I stated:
"I would struggle to name a band more overrated
and undeserving of legend status"
Just to provoke you, coax out an acknowledgement of being wrong,
stand out from the ordinary and not seem a boring snob
but the daydream washed away and I was speaking to myself
masquerading as a street musician just to seem like someone else
and hey, I couldn't chime a triangle even if I tried!
If I was funny I could make you laugh, and you'd say I seem nice
then I could be myself, I wouldn't need to be brave
to engage you in conversation, break my guitar and promise to never play!
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Re: A place to share your writings...

Sat May 03, 2014 12:36 am

This is a personal piece that I wrote as a sufferer of depression. I finished it about 15 minutes ago.


"The Black Dog And The Three Woes"

Woe I.
Not a word or the black dog will wake up,
spring up and chase us, so while he slumbers
let me confide in you the most frightening of lifes' trials
for I was raised by Happiness but she died when I was a child
and I can only remember one thing that she taught me
it was a warming forgetfulness that made nothing else important
and I was carried by the current, fed by the zest of that clarity
I studied the grand designs, how everything's structured, and witnessed the two of them married
I sat down the front at the fanfare with my hands clasped across my lap
and then the slapdash trudge from the riverbank to the grassy patch
strewn with branches Labradors couldn't catch
and I asked myself; am I less of a man for having no plan?
Are the consequences a dormant cancer biding their time
or are they a swarm of locusts from which I cannot hide?

Woe II.
Don't be afraid, for fear is the Black Dogs' sport.
Most call him Hector, but we know he's the devil's spawn
and while he prowls, permanently primed to pounce
I have other confessions, so keep your voice down!
I know nothing of love, is it merely appreciation of appearance?
the need for procreation, desire to dominate, or only a feeling?
A convenient cover for lust conceived under a crescent moon?
The musical union of two muscles playing different tunes?
In this confusion I drank with the blonde goddess in the burgundy dress
We moved closer in our booth, I slurred "I hope this evening never ends"
She said it already has, but her carriage would not wait.
An obnoxious desperado drifting on a toxic cloud delayed her escape!
And being drooled over, sought after and immortalised in verse
would be no honour at all because beauty is her curse.
It occasionally grants the clemency of sprawling over a curb
and waking up with no memory and a conscience hurtfully purged!
Alas, the simplest truths are brutal and make sickly cripples
of the innocently inquisitive; love is a riddle!
And I have a duty to conceive meaning behind the pleasing amnesia,
the fevered stupor that makes us dream sweeter,
yet I shall offer no solution,
because the Black Dog feeds on my every muse, and renders me useless!

Woe III.
We shall take it in turns to rest our heads
as the Black Dog must be watched, or we're both dead!
I do not have a name for you but you listen with intent
though I have no words of wisdom, just troubles to confess!
I am afflicted with an ailment of the intellect, a sorry melancholia.
They call it depression, but becoming the Black Dog's quarry
cannot be undone by science or rational thought
I can only stumble where others may walk.
Never connected to the world, unreceptive to everything.
We are lying in the void where The Black Dog is king
and he guards us in this pigpen, the one that I designed,
with walls I could easily step over, but why should I try?
I exist in fear of those savage jaws, though I've never seen his teeth
I still hear him growl even when I dream I'm free...

...and then from somewhere an enlightened voice spoke;
"You speak for all eternity of nothing but woes!
So absorbed by them, you didn't register the wretched dog tethered
and he'll never get us even if we leapt the pen together!"
My companion pulled me effortlessly to my feet
and I saw a scruffy greying old bag of fleas
where I thought lurked the monstrous form I feared!
If I imagined him, then why are we here?
"You would call me the better side of yourself,
the part you thought comatose inside of your shell,
the Happiness you presumed dead, you just didn't seek!
So step out of this pen and you will be complete!"

And so I did as my companion bid,
and just like that, my life begins....
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Re: A place to share your writings...

Sat May 03, 2014 3:01 pm

...Great piece of writing Jamie! - ....and I know exactly where you're coming from. - I used to write a lot of poetry about being at sea/lost at sea/sinking. - Took me about ten years to actually realise that I was writing about my own depression.
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