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posted on Jun, 19 2011 @ 03:58 PM

The music of both darkness and light,
singing of sunshine days and moonlit nights.
A bittersweet harmony of love and such sorrow,
of times past, present and come the morrow.

Tales of love both won and forsaken,
words that maketh your soul from its slumber awaken
into the universe of hope, from the world of despair,
poetry has the magic, the beauty, the lyrical flair.

With emotions uplifted or freefalling underground,
spoken or written, poetry can astound

So let yourself flow to the power of the verse,
on this poetic thread lets all converse

Simple, complex, funny or sad,
romantic, political, satirical...even mad !!
Whether novice or master just give it a try,
just hope someone on here doth reply

This thread is dedicated to the Byron in my life

edit on 19-6-2011 by uk today because: add word

posted on Jun, 19 2011 @ 04:39 PM
reply to post by uk today

a box for this, a box for that
but where has gone that big black cat
in all the slots the jumble falls
opinions blending therein six walls
and now the raving lantern pours
its oily light on scaly doors

an some turns the light too switch
then others screaming o life's an itch
can someone close the curtains quick
another says its out in the black
anyone want to come into the shack ?
not before someone itches my back !

after reading what i wrote does that come under the babble catagory? lettiung words flow is a mistake for me sometime Baby


posted on Jun, 19 2011 @ 05:03 PM
reply to post by funbox

Babble is cool, babble is good,
babble is rather misunderstood,
a torrent of words from a genius mind,
oh baby you sure are one of a kind

So release your eruption of babbling lava,
spew it from your crater like Krakatoa in Java,
let it flow forth, spillin out on this thread,
yes free it baby, free babble from your head !!


posted on Jun, 19 2011 @ 05:12 PM
reply to post by uk today

Insane as it seems , we all come from the trees
the gibbon up high got buggered by fly s
a ticket to alter there genetic code
and strip them of there power untold

and now remain a buggered up quest
dishevelled specie D N A all a mess
the masters had there fun, many aeons ago
flogged on to the croppers, what a way to go


posted on Jun, 20 2011 @ 10:07 AM
reply to post by funbox

I just knew you were a crossbreed of a gibbon and a fly,
the way you walked on all fours and buzzed up to the sky

Well monkeyboy with wings, you sure took me way up high,
Give it to me baby, pretty fly for a white guy

edit on 20-6-2011 by uk today because: Naughty youtube !!

posted on Jun, 21 2011 @ 02:59 PM
reply to post by funbox

This thing called love is complex indeed,
its beginnings commence with a tiny seed
planted in the heart, and it grows and grows
and thus blossoms in time into a blood red rose

When Venus delivers this beautiful flower
its scent gets sweeter with every hour,
no other parfum can rival that of L'amour,
not even the scents of Christian Dior

They say that the best things in life are free,
well love tops that category it seems to me.
A heart without love is a heart that's bleedin'
but with it, it becomes a garden of eden

When love exits it becomes a paradise lost,
too painful is to the soul the cost,
But when cupids arrows stand the test of time
then this thing they call love is simply divine


posted on Jun, 21 2011 @ 06:05 PM
reply to post by uk today

the Love in the life of the weeds to delight,
it passes through all things, no boundaries, bar light,
our focuses dance, like crocuses bright,
mines for yours, in spite of our plight.

as mars looks down in anger of roads,
my Love for you grows, flows and Sows,
along with the storey unfolding in droves,
relieved in the moment of relinquished foes,

some say, 'all you need is love', indeed,
it shows us all the path of the dove
resting minds. entwined in peace
growing together in time for the feast.

now the darkness is a place for plot,
see the light , its not forgot,
loves Shimmering inferno, so very hot,
that guides the flames, into smelting pot.



posted on Jun, 21 2011 @ 09:42 PM
An empty vessel,

To be filled with?

Not broken or cracked

but surely hollow.

Hide away from all that may be,

scared of what may be conceived?

I know not...

If life is not beautiful without pain

I'd rather never see beauty again.

Hah just some random thoughts I came up with I enjoyed reading everyone elses

posted on Jun, 22 2011 @ 11:01 AM
reply to post by Slawth

Uk today, in the year of our lord 2011,
no more a land of lucky seven

No, the investment bankers saw to that,
derivitives heaven to any fat cat.
The land of free credit, live above your means,
has turned into a world of debt ridden screams.

The rich looking down from their apex of glory,
making untold gains from this sad, sorry story :shk:
Penthouses their vision of life in high rises
while the minions struggle with rip-off rising prices.
but inflation is only 4.5 percent, honest it's the truth,
so say the Bank of England, using manipulated proof...

Uk today in the year of our lord 2015,
now those four year ago problems seem like beautiful dreams,
power cut Britain, surviving in a cold, embittered state,
All energy suppliers have quadrupled their rate

Negative equity becomes a mortgage hell,
as they repossess your house that you cannot sell !!

Uk today in the year of our lord 2020,
Are you having a giraffe, its barren and empty

mankind got frazzled by that big solar storm,
but first time in years we managed to keep warm !!!
Thus endeth this poem of our impending doom,
* exits the thread not a moment too bladdy soon *

edit on 22-6-2011 by uk today because: (no reason given)

posted on Jun, 26 2011 @ 04:20 PM
reply to post by uk today

dark Baby xXx

Torrid line trace their
multi passing arcs and
ballooning Ego,
scrawling, trawling,
looking for page,
take the writing,
out of the box.

See now the ink of time,
its drying white fortune,
affirming, rhythm,
perfected, erected and mine.


posted on Jun, 27 2011 @ 11:27 AM
reply to post by funbox

Trippy baby xXx

As she draws back the black lace curtains of her darkened life,
a new day greets her soul, its brightness blinds,
summer replaces the winter that cut deep with its knife,
all fade into memory as she erases and rewinds.

The spiders web that kept her imprisoned exists no more,
the cobwebs swept away to reveal a new dawn,
the future handle she turns on the ancient destiny door,
stepping into his open arms, with his love she is reborn.


posted on Jun, 27 2011 @ 12:51 PM
The Stars Are Mine!

I pulled all the stars from the sky and put them in my pocket

Maybe one day I’ll put them on a bracelet or a locket

Or pull out my eyes and stick them in the sockets

With my new eyes shining bright, maybe then I could rock it

But until then I’ll remain in my Hell

The night was meant to be dark so our souls can shine

It seems like everybody’s shines except for mine

I still wander around like I’m #ing blind

Looking for something that I can’t find

Trapped inside this shell

One day those stars will shine just for me

And finally put an end to my misery

On that blessed day I will finally see

Exactly what it is I’m supposed to be

Because right now I can’t tell
edit on 27-6-2011 by DARKCYDE_CROWLEY because: (no reason given)

posted on Jun, 28 2011 @ 03:21 PM
reply to post by DARKCYDE_CROWLEY

The stars in your pocket are just an illusion,
placed there by the matrix to cause confusion,
in a 3-D world of mind numbing delusion.

The sun, the moon, the things that you see,
baby, they're not what they appear to sireee..
once the veils are all lifted, the truth is there to see, WE ARE FREE !!!!!

posted on Jul, 16 2011 @ 11:14 AM
reply to post by uk today

Wow.... Just browsing the thread and i see you are very well bred....
Yes, very well bred is what i said....
UKtoday, why arent you a Poet? Or maybe even a Songwriter, you know it...

You should be proud of what you have Started....
Now i'm making a quick exit as i just Farted....

Hows Life Up In The North?

This deserves many more Flags....
Instead of some threads i've seen created by these Hags!!!

edit on 16-7-2011 by TruthxIsxInxThexMist because: (no reason given)

posted on Jul, 16 2011 @ 02:12 PM
reply to post by TruthxIsxInxThexMist

It's ok Truth cos the air freshener is sprayed

Not heard from you for a year and some days !!
Your poetic magic enhances this thread,
and I know that you are also very well bred

How the devil is life in the clouds of your mist,
keep searching for that truth...I simply insist !!
Cos we both are aware that life is real odd,
probably controlled by aliens as opposed to a god

Have fun in the Matrix, enjoy the weird trip,
just hope your program don't develop a blip

The Oracle bids you a poetic adieu,
keep smiling there baby, be happy not blue !!

edit on 16-7-2011 by uk today because: the matrix programmed it !!

posted on Jul, 16 2011 @ 05:59 PM
reply to post by uk today

A year you say... has it really been that long?
You must be mistaken or smoking like Cheech and Chong...
There's no way all that time has passed without a hi...
Coz those Aliens in their UFO's wouldnt have stood by...

I have been doing well i guess...
Although work has dried up no less...
But i'm hoping it's only a blip...
Coz i need to get away from this sinking ship...

Did you ever find out what that photo was about?
Coz you had something there, there was no doubt...
Or did it turn out to be just some dodgy smudge...
And you had us thinking it was an Orb with a grudge

posted on Jul, 16 2011 @ 06:07 PM
who knows what we seek
give us our own nirvana
we will still want more

posted on Jul, 17 2011 @ 07:00 AM
reply to post by TruthxIsxInxThexMist

No I don't think its been as long as a year,
on the actual time I'm a little unclear,
Aaaaaw bummer about the work side of things

but wait and see what the job fairy brings !!

Those pics still trip me out, even to this day,
can't ever forget that weird ol' night, what it was can't say

But my pics taken since have luckily all been fine,
just gonna have to wait and see...yeah just bide my time.

Did'nt realise you were a poet in the mist,
jeez life throws up twist,after twist, after twist

My poems really are just mainly jingles,
but occasionally humour with dark poetry mingles !!

Still reading the tarot, so the oracle remains,
sadly it makes me zilch financial gains

But thanks to someone on this site,
that matter could be put to right

Yeah funbox I'm talking about you,
cos with website design, I don't have a bladdy clue !!

But thanks to your genius and amazing design,
maybe my future fortunes could be made online

Hope you enjoyed this update in rhyme,
stay positive dear Truth and reply on here some time,
Oh and if I see any more ufos at Menwith Hill,
I'll buy an expensive camera and send ya da bill !!!

posted on Jul, 17 2011 @ 10:27 AM
reply to post by uk today

Hmmm... don't worry, i will be back....
Unlike Swarzenegger, i will keep track....
I shall pass by to see what is what....
Coz i'm sure you'll keep writing as you've got a lot...

As for the Tarot reading i hope you succeed...
Coz i'm sure The Oracle wouldnt let our Hearts bleed....
Bleed i say coz it would feel like a huge loss...
Not to have you to turn to when at a loss....
By the way, could you read me sometime...
Coz i need some re-assurance that i will be fine...

Thanks for this thread, it really is a breath of fresh air...
Takes me away from the doom and gloom which is always out there..
As for the cost of the Camera, well i really don't know...
Not working at the moment so no money to blow...

edit on 17-7-2011 by TruthxIsxInxThexMist because: (no reason given)

posted on Jul, 17 2011 @ 12:24 PM
reply to post by TruthxIsxInxThexMist

You are good at verse baby.
Never had you down as a poet, the cards didn't see that one a coming !!


The root of all evil, the cause of despair,
paper notes, metal coinage, emotions it doth stir.
We enter the world naked and bare,
with no worries about finance, not a financial care.

But our illuminati masters took control of our soul,
without cash in the bank you cannot be whole.
So we tread the wheel of earning the dollar,
even though inside we feel empty and hollow.

We are free spirits entrapped in a material domain,
programmed by dark forces that money is the game,
Be rich, be powerful, get living the dream,
but inside your soul is yearning to scream

The root of all evil, indeed it is so,
It takes you high, it takes you low,
Imagine a world without money and greed,
just enjoying life without poverty and need.

P.S Still would'nt mind them Euromillions !!!

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