~The Dragon Flies Lair~

Poets | August 27, 2003 | bentfeather

[Darksheare]

Alright, alright, ya got me.
So I wrote it back in 2001.
(And promptly shelved it.)

[SAMWolf]

Love live the King of Drek!

[Darksheare]

King of Drek! King of Drek!

The shattered glass,
a distant past.
To which I am not able.
Turnabout,
A glass of stout.
To set upon my table.
I am told,
the story goes.
She leaped from the gable.
Shattered grass,
my distant past.
To look I am not able.

[SAMWolf]

LOL! I bow to the Master!!

[Darksheare]

The Master of Drek?
*chuckle*
I'm sure someone somewhere shall unseat me, but not today.

[snippy_about_it]

This is very nice Darkchylde, I can't wait for bentfeather to see this.

[snippy_about_it]

Very nice poetry from you too Darksheare, but I already knew you could write. This is good.

[snippy_about_it]

Okay, it started out to be something I could understand and then got away from me. LOL.

That's not your fault though, I don't understand 80% of the poetry I see. It's just me. Hey, that rhymes!!!

Benfeather assures me that poetry does not need to rhyme and I actually enjoy the free flowing forms as long as I can understand them. I have been having fun with haiku lately though.

I think I better head back to the Foxhole, safe with our history. ;)

[Darkchylde]

Suddenly I wonder why we
have an understanding then.
Similar humor & such...

[snippy_about_it]

The First Time

The feeling that it gave me as I made that final turn,

The power of that granite, a force I'd yet to learn.

It took fourteen years to get here, it took all my strength to do,

But thanks to friends and comrades, I would finally make it through.

While I stood in solemn silence, as I talked to friends once known,

I could swear I heard them saying,

"Hey Brother, Welcome Home"!

In the darkness of that first time as my tears began to fall,

I felt the pride and power of those names upon

THE WALL!



First visit to the Vietnam Veterans Memorial 22:30 on 5-24-96 Wayne D. Paterson A.K.A. Panman

[Darkchylde]

Thanks, that's one of the few poems
I wrote that I actually like.There's
also an alternate version 'cause I
couldn't make up my mind which
version I liked more. There's only a
three line difference, but it changes
the poem a bit.

[SAMWolf]

Nice poem and graphic Snippy.

[snippy_about_it]

LOL.

I've done that, written different versions. I can never make up my mind. ;)

[Darkchylde]

I must confess that although I
write long poems, I rarely read them
once they're written 'cause their
too long for my tastes. Small irony...
Most of my poetry is long 'cause I
don't know where to stop. I also have
a problem with free flowing poetry 'cause
there aren't any rhymes, which makes it
harder for me to understand the flow of
the poem. If a poem has rhymes, it has a
certain flow that for me is instantly
ascertainable. Oddly enough, I can write
free flow, but I don't like it at all.

[snippy_about_it]

Well then, we seem to be opposites at writing poetry although I only started writing in May of this year.

Bentfeather is correct, it is work!

[Darkchylde]

I started writing in earnest
at the beginning of 2001. It
started after someone close
to me left Earth unexpectedly.
The school I was going to at the
time wasn't very supportive
with my poetry or the persons
death. Of course, due to the
circumstances which caused me to
become serious about poetry, the
first few are very sad. I'm very
proud of one in particular I wrote
during that time period, unfortunately
the school claimed there was something
wrong with me because of the first
lines in the poem. In spite of them, it
remains a favorite of mine. I've only
written one free flow.

[Trikebuilder]

"How's it going?"

Sorry it took so long to get back buddy, but my life is sort of in flux right now. I got tossed off my job for actually doing my job. Long story, and right now it makes me cranky as a bear with a toothache. Sad to say my employer found it easier to bypass any attempt to learn the truth, then to have any hard feelings with a client who's employee was angry at me for reasons that still make no sense. Enought about me, how would I find some of those music sites you use, love the stuff you bring to the board, always perfect, and fits the moment.

[Trikebuilder]

Storm War

Dark night clouds racing across the sky like stygian chariots in a swarm,
as their riders throw jagged lighting bolts in the storm war.
On the wind, one hears the scream of enraged steeds, and the clash of arms,
as Titans battle in the swirling wind of time forever more.

Searing light and depths of blackness define the battleground this night,
making a monochromatic backdrop for the struggle of forces almost unseen.
Thunder rolls across the battle, savage artillery of this epic fight,
shattering the night and sounding the charge, frightening we puny beings mean.

The freezing rain slashes at us as Titans tear the very sky above,
and wind whips us with swirling force to drive us to shelters safe and dry.
Stay inside and hide from the conflict, as even must the peaceful dove,
until Nature’s warriors move their battle further on, upon the wind across the torn sky.

[SAMWolf]

How's the job market were you are. It sucks rocks in Oregon.

You have Freep Mail.

[snippy_about_it]

You were feeling blue
there was nothing I could do
Helpless and wanting