Anonymouse Posted January 26, 2004 Report Share Posted January 26, 2004 If I wrote a poem for everytime my heart beat I would be in a flood of words. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sev-mard Posted January 26, 2004 Report Share Posted January 26, 2004 And so I see you Standing there, the physical representation of a figment of my brain’s imagination And I am standing here, looking at you Observing me looking at you Listening to the outer me, talk to you, whilst be observed by the actual voiceless me You see? I mean history is relative, and sometimes it is relevant But I was in Japan for two whole years And now, it’s like I never went I put pen to paper, finger tips to keyboard All in search of a medium to express the need for …reality, clarity, a definite concrete Treatise by which I can conceivably convince me That I’m not asleep Some cats say I’m deep, but that term only goes so far in describing my mentality What is deeper than a valley, or how Mexicans roll in Cali How about through to the other side? I’m a reverse skyrise I’m so deep, that my thoughts just break through Earth On a perpendicular line reverse Then snatched in the Earth’s gravitational field They spin around the sphere like the blades of a windmill I mean, the Earth spins at a 1037 miles in an elliptical wheel Floating on a ball of rock and water in dead space With a straight face can you tell me that any of this is real? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sev-mard Posted January 26, 2004 Report Share Posted January 26, 2004 I used to write a lot and perform spoken word poetry and shows, that is some of my old work. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Anonymouse Posted January 26, 2004 Report Share Posted January 26, 2004 That is some wholesome stuff Mr. Mard. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sev-mard Posted January 26, 2004 Report Share Posted January 26, 2004 Appreciate it. Maybe I'll post some more writings in the future. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
angel4hope Posted February 1, 2004 Author Report Share Posted February 1, 2004 i love dickinsons work....very strong writer and allows room for personal interpretation After great pain, a formal feeling comes After great pain, a formal feeling comes-- The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs-- The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore, And Yesterday, or Centuries before? The Feet, mechanical, go round-- Of Ground, or Air, or Ought-- A Wooden way Regardless grown, A Quartz contentment, like a stone-- This is the Hour of Lead-- Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow-- First--Chill--then Stupor--then the letting go-- emily dickinson Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
angel4hope Posted February 1, 2004 Author Report Share Posted February 1, 2004 mouse: i just loveeeeeeee this stanza...wow!!!!! im really really wow--GREAT POEM i keep wanting to read it again and again...so much truth to it!! GREAT STANZA As time ties our rhyme with rules we each posses a watch thats cool go to work to school to learn how to apply a penny for a thought how to work within the timeframe of a thought within a thought of due dates and interest rates of time flies before we meet our mates what becomes of this feeling, this dream? when we dream time loses its meaning for again time compels us to tick the tock and resonate with the right scream On weekday, on workday, on someday, on anyday on birthday, on holiday, all reminders that we are times prey drinking constantly from the cup of time for I am thirsty, to resist is heresy to fight time is blasphemy for no matter how much I try to control my destiny I, you, we are all slaves to time's tyranny but we can always think of our servitude once upon a time - limit. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
vava Posted February 1, 2004 Report Share Posted February 1, 2004 I used to write a lot and perform spoken word poetry and shows, that is some of my old work. Spoken word is so hard to really appreciate when it's written down. I'd like to hear you preform it Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Anonymouse Posted February 2, 2004 Report Share Posted February 2, 2004 The law of the dead. by me. the dead govern the living only obey what others before have done, said, thought makes the great iron network of circumstance that controls us all just like that if we could we'd sell our family's land but our father or remote ancestor told us otherwise and the arm of the dead reaches to us for we obey the dead, we dread our own death but that is our end, to be bled, to be dead we obey the dead, when we are dead for weal or for woe, others will obey us the thoughts of the past are the laws of the present and the phuture that which we say and do, if it doesn't last past our lives is unimportant, inconsequential, not important that which lives when we are dead as part of the law enacted by the dead is the only act worth doing the only thought worth speaking is the desire to work and plant for those who are to occupy the earth when we are dead to project our influences far into the phuture and live beyond our time to rule as the kings of thought over men who are yet unborn Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stormig Posted February 2, 2004 Report Share Posted February 2, 2004 Dear Laura, Roses are red, violets are blue oh my lump in the bed, how I've missed you. Roses are redder, bluer am I seeing you kissed by that charming French guy. The dogs and the cat they miss you too, Barney's still mad you dropped him, he ate your shoe. The distance my dear has been such a barrier, next time you want an adventure, just land on a carrier. - George W. Bush per First Lady Laura Bush Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gevo27 Posted February 3, 2004 Report Share Posted February 3, 2004 Wow, i found this poem somewhere,, and it spoke straight from the heart.. i love it...!!!! My darling angel I dreamt of you last night We sat beside the warm fire, With only the rain and thunder And candlelight We talked We touched And finally we kissed A kiss of such bliss Forever and a day... Together... I pray I then woke up Gazing up at the stars with gleams Praying to find the one of my dreams An angel without wings Being brought together with blessed rings Then when hope was about to fade An angel came to my aid I finally found my love that day Although the feeling I have I just can?t say Using words would just be a lie A love that which will never die But I?ll remind you my love is true By giving happiness and never hurting you With a gentle loving kiss to your hand I pull out my gold wedding band When you say forever, I hope it?s a fact In my eyes, wings is the only thing you lack. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sev-mard Posted February 3, 2004 Report Share Posted February 3, 2004 (edited) Some old stuff I wrote, bolorin hametsek.... Before black existed I battled pre-Christians in the bowels Divine messenger, like Mariah I carried notes Scribbled ramblings on caves walls and then memorized my own quotes Lugged mental jugs filled with vowels Released tirades even from a lynched throat Standing on the battle ground of Life like Colin Powell Your will is weaker than the constitution of the Pope I’ll use my after life to spit acid from my jowls I’d never cower under the duress Of fake enemies, Sycophantic escapees of Hades Expressing treachery with each breath Keep my minions under my finger’s breadth like rulers in Budapest Where the average man love’s best I’m blessed like a proboscis Flow’s potent like sorryyyyy mixed with dried fruits of a lotus And that be my position, Switch rhythms and logarithms, create new patterns Which magically align with a righteous way of living As if my DNA structure contained Primavera Project Planner God’s addition With all 99 attributes hidden Who you kidding My teeth used to be whiter than kids in Finland Cross reference an ancient Egyptian and nomadic Bedouin Somehow and someway all walks of Life are the Blackman’s brethren Simpletons walk sheepishly to the drum beat of the Hidden Hand Ultraviolet waves bounce off my chest and hands Melanin bounces harmful rays off like a rubber band My memory deepens, as my knowledge expands Tip toe on the line of right and wrong The wayward pawn, Off-ed the bishop and slide cross legged on the diagonal I do handstands at the cross roads of infinity Cats running around crazy during the apocalypse I’m so honest it’s sick Quick to split your lip and then split Like the skirt of a dervish who slipped While spinning on the tip of an obelisk Bending time and space For me that’s a parlor trick I’m about figuring how fast comets whip Around the lip of Saturn And if You could manually graph your heart’s oscillatory pattern On that long ass return trip Sun, I think I’m perfect Every word I think, must submit a slip to my subconscious for clearance Devilish charm, behind a godly appearance Bear arms like a Kodiak in my back pack Stalking the streets of an Asiatic land Like hyenas do antelope packs Facts are facts because they are real and can prove it But Neo woke up only to realize he was still sleeping Now don’t you feel stupid Edited February 3, 2004 by sev-mard Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sev-mard Posted February 3, 2004 Report Share Posted February 3, 2004 Spoken word is so hard to really appreciate when it's written down. I'd like to hear you preform it Yeah I hear you Vava, it's tough with spoken word. I play with rhythms alot so I can hear it in my head, but sometimes for others reading your stuff, the effect is definately not the same. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yeznig Posted February 3, 2004 Report Share Posted February 3, 2004 The Memory of You The memory of you tonight moves me almost to tears as if it secretely returned to find its nesting place inside my heart, after all these years. Your image in my eye, your voice inside my ear and in my blood's own pace the heave of your sweet breath - I burn as if you touched my face. Our old hours return, one by one, a caravan of stars whose light I thought had passed. Their memory makes me so profligate, so rich, I could share their wealth to brighten all the wretched of this earth. Vahan Tekeyan (1914) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Anonymouse Posted February 4, 2004 Report Share Posted February 4, 2004 Does anyone have some Sevak or anything? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
angel4hope Posted February 4, 2004 Author Report Share Posted February 4, 2004 aye aye aye.. paruyr sevak?? ive read alot of his poetry and other pieces of work, one of my fave armenian authors....but its sad how i used to know all these poems and "karryakner" memorized, and now i can only remember a few verses or sentences....i need 2 brush up on my armenian literature.... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Anonymouse Posted February 4, 2004 Report Share Posted February 4, 2004 aye aye aye.. paruyr sevak?? ive read alot of his poetry and other pieces of work, one of my fave armenian authors....but its sad how i used to know all these poems and "karryakner" memorized, and now i can only remember a few verses or sentences....i need 2 brush up on my armenian literature.... Ayo. Arach shat baner eyi hishum, hima moratsa inchkan Angleren sovoretsi. Petkeh het gnam norits sksem vor hishoxutsyunus zartni norits. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
angel4hope Posted February 4, 2004 Author Report Share Posted February 4, 2004 iharkee, shat vat zgatsogootyoon ee vor doo ko mayreni lezun moranoom es...yerb ches el karoghanoom hishes inch vor mee jamanak jree pes karoogh eir asel.... inch vat ban ee vor chem karoghanoom amen inchee hayerenoov asel..yev aydkan tariner haykakan dproots em gnalsel..... (im not only speaking of you here..in general...thats how i feel) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ED Posted February 4, 2004 Report Share Posted February 4, 2004 (edited) iharkee, shat vat zgatsogootyoon ee vor doo ko mayreni lezun moranoom es...yerb ches el karoghanoom hishes inch vor mee jamanak jree pes karoogh eir asel.... inch vat ban ee vor chem karoghanoom amen inchee hayerenoov asel..yev aydkan tariner haykakan dproots em gnalsel..... (im not only speaking of you here..in general...thats how i feel) aysor, vax@ ush che yerpeq norits gnal yev ver hishel magaxati vra grvats mer vosketar, anzuqakan mayreni mer hazaragandz mor kati pes sripits saxmvats papenakan hayots lezun pahir vorpes masunq du mej nor serndin nerarkelov mer vosketar u zrngun, hinavurts u imast lezun mer sireli, anzuqakan hayi anmah miak lezun by me Edited February 4, 2004 by Edward Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Anonymouse Posted February 4, 2004 Report Share Posted February 4, 2004 aysor, vax@ ush che yerpeq norits gnal yev ver hishel magaxati vra grvats mer vosketar, anzuqakan mayreni mer hazaragandz mor kati pes sripits saxmvats papenakan hayots lezun pahir vorpes masunq du mej nor serndin nerarkelov mer vosketar u zrngun, hinavurts u imast lezun mer sireli, anzuqakan hayi anmah miak lezun Wow, now THAT is simply transcendental. Hyeren lezun iroq shat gexetsik lezu e yev na brnele ayt gexetskutsyun@. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ED Posted February 4, 2004 Report Share Posted February 4, 2004 Wow, now THAT is simply transcendental. Hyeren lezun iroq shat gexetsik lezu e yev na brnele ayt gexetskutsyun@. Na,? Aysinqen du gites sa over grell? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Anonymouse Posted February 4, 2004 Report Share Posted February 4, 2004 Actually my response was meant for angel which I mistakenly clicked on yours. But enlighten me. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ED Posted February 4, 2004 Report Share Posted February 4, 2004 Actually I wroth it in an instance wile I was reading how Angel was so wanted not to forget out wonderful language. Did you read my post totally from top to bottom? I wonder Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Anoushik Posted February 4, 2004 Report Share Posted February 4, 2004 (edited) Wow, Edward, you really wrote it? That's nice! Actually as I was reading it earlier today, I wanted to comment about how much it resembles Silva Kaputikyan's poem. I didn't because I forgot the title. But I'm sure you know it. It starts: Lsir vordis patgam vorpes Sirogh ko mor xosq@ srtans... Edited February 4, 2004 by anoushik Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sev-mard Posted February 4, 2004 Report Share Posted February 4, 2004 aysor, vax@ ush che yerpeq norits gnal yev ver hishel magaxati vra grvats mer vosketar, anzuqakan mayreni mer hazaragandz mor kati pes sripits saxmvats papenakan hayots lezun pahir vorpes masunq du mej nor serndin nerarkelov mer vosketar u zrngun, hinavurts u imast lezun mer sireli, anzuqakan hayi anmah miak lezun by me From what I can understand(and a lot of dictionary use) this is deep and beautiful man. Nice work. It's very cool to have a language of your own. Maybe being disconnected from mine(whatever that would have been) makes me so interested in the way other's communicate. I'm very much into languages, and through language is the best way to learn about people and culture, religion, practices etc. Anyway i'm rambling, but nice piece you wrote there. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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