Poetry (this maybe temporary)

[superdavefumc]

The Cycle Pt. III
A cycle of change, a cycle of shifting,
a cycle to pain, or to great uplifting.

The cycle is a shift, for worse or better.
Tensions flare, or in grace they fetter.

These changes are common, not quite so rare,
Destroying a person, or raising a kingdom fair.

A wind of difference blows unceasing.
Nerves are building or fears are easing.

A cycle of change, a cycle of shifting.
A cycle to pain, or to great uplifting.
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eh, i don't think this one is as good as the others...
sorry

[gem]

I agree the first two were better, but this one was still great! And thanks for the compliment on mine. I appreciate it.

[superdavefumc]

you're quite welcome. my only excuse for part III being not so good is that i was rushing it at school.

[the Azure Sky]

you bring light upon my world,
its normal dark and blue,
but when your name is spoken it becomes a azure hue.

your touch brings life and happiness to one who's lost his way,
and when you smile, its warmth makes my entire day.

and though we are so far apart i see you all the time,
i see you as clear as day, your right there in my mind

tragedy and death may make me hide alone,
but when i see your face, and when i hear you groan
i know that i am hurting you, and so act all brave
but inside i am crying on a very shallow grave

i know this might not mean much to you, but to me it means the world
with out you in it my entire life would fold.

when i lay in bed at night and think about the day, and when my thoughts turn dismal and become an angry gray. who do you think saves me from my minds prison cell?

who comes to to rescue me from my personal hell?

you

[superdavefumc]

wow. that's really good, azure. unfortuneately, i appear to have exhausted my muse, so i won't be posting new poetry until my inspiration returns.

[the Azure Sky]

thanks superdave, but i want more of yours!!!

[superdavefumc]

okay, i took a break, and i'm not writing any more cycle poems unless inspiration really grabs me by the neck, but i've got a new poem ready. this one is a little different, and is based on my religious views. i'll have it up in a few minutes.

[the Azure Sky]

sweet

[superdavefumc]

Prisoner

A wise old sage once told me:
"One who seeks to preserve their life
Is a fool, but one who strives to
Escape eternal death will have little strife."

I used to think these words to be strange,
The delusions of someone long past his prime.
But I realize now that he was not crazy,
And I have been a prisoner all this time.

A prisoner of mortality, of death, decay.
One who was bound to the fate of our kind.
But I found an escape, a secret, a path.
A way to break those mortal ties that bind.

Once a prisoner, now a free man,
All from the sacrifice of the Holy One.
He gave His life to set me free,
Then returned to tell what He had done.

Christ gave his life for the poor, the weak,
And for all of us, each one an inmate.
I suggest that you accept the truth of His gift,
And escape this prison before it's too late.

[superdavefumc]

and there ya go.

[gem]

Wow. Those were both awesome, super and azure. I really don't consider myself a poet, so I probably won't be posting much more, but you can bet I'll be here reading everyone of yours. (That kinda rhymed... Ironic.) Azure, I really like the way you ended yours, and super, that was pretty powerful. Though I'm not a Christian, I still really enjoyed that.

[superdavefumc]

my thanks be to you, fellow lover of the pairing of raven and beast boy.

[robin]

You guys/girls are really great. Wish I could write poetry half as good as that.

[wishiwasbeastgirl]

So much great poems. Can't take wonderous talents of those here! *walks around and then dies* No, all of those were great! I can write, but it takes me alot of feeling and time.
All day I wonder, think and dream,
Why the life of others isn't as as wonderful as it seemes.
I see everyone with their friends and their fame,
But I don't really think of all the inside pain.
What goes on in the life of those,
Is it what they wanted, or what they chose?
Is there really all that happiness in their hearts,
Or are they just acting, playing seperate parts?
I sit and think of all this,
And realize I'm not one to be surrounded by their bliss.
Yeah, I just made that up, so I think it's bad.

[robin]

I am not good with poems...

Here is an old Parody I wrote years ago:

Kudos to anyone who can guess the original song!

Dust Bunnies

Some rooms are really messy
And some rooms are really clean
But the rooms that you inhabit
Are the filthiest of all

Now look
The dust is ten feet tall

Now if you go dusting Bunnies
And you know you're going to fail
Tell them a level five Tornado
Has torn right through the wall
You should have started
When the mess was just small

When the bunnies in the bedroom
Get up and dictate where you go
You decide just to give up
And read your mail real slow

Go ask Pigpen
I think He'll know

When fruitflies and the house pet
Are all found strangly dead
You then pick up your old duster
Yes, the bunnies run, --run for their lives
Remember what your mother said:
"Make your bed
Make your bed!"