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Hananeko
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07-09-2008, 10:07 PM
Amazing, I know. Poems by I. Correct grammar is haunting my life. Anyway, I wasn't always poetic or anything, but I get a lot of good ideas in the night time. Most of the time, I don't have the sense to write it down immediately, or I might be in a place where writing tools just aren't available to me. But just a couple of months ago, I had some really neat ideas, and there was a convenient Dr. Grip in my hand, so I jotted down my ideas. This is the first fruit of my inspiration.
Fallen Angels
In the start
It was all right.
We understood
Each other's might.
We looked at life
With respect,
And at you
With deep prospect.
You weren't perfect
As we were all.
But you were the one
Who watched us fall.
Those godless days
Of destiny
We did succumb
To temptivity.
We ate the apple
Of the snake;
Ran from the garden
At winter's wake.
Opened the box,
Us monkey's three
Saw, heard, and said
With evil glee.
We stole from Greed,
And lounged with Sloth.
We spat with Wrath,
Heed the warning of Thoth.
And as of Envy:
To her we Lied
Gluttony save us
With help from Pride.
Lust is one
We did not see-
Just the last monkey
Laughing in the tree.
Until we saw
The tiger crouch,
And from theron
We did not slouch.
He pounced upon
The whitest dove,
For whom he had
No truth in love.
In Dark Ages
We had no light,
Not a guide
To lead us right.
Until you came,
Dear Lucifer,
And took us back
To garden same.
But now the bushes
Were alight with flame.
"Where did you bring us!"
To him we cried.
"My new world."
He doth replied.
What land is this
Where fire's aglow,
Where all is smite
In hate and low?
Where is our father?
The one above.
To him we still
Harbored some love.
"Oh he,"
Said Lucifer,
His eyes dark.
"I left him one day,
And with him
My mark."
"I had so much power,
He wouldn't let me go.
So leave I did,
Red blood on snow."
We would never forget
That wrathful day,
When we entered Hell
In fallen angel's way.
Please note that I am in no way a religious person, and I did not purposely intend for it to contain biblical references to: the former angel Lucifer, the garden of Eden, or Hell. My imagination led me down that path. I hope you enjoy the poem! It is almost a sort of riddle, and can be interpreted any way you want. There are more poems to come. This poem belongs to me, Julie Chen, and cannot be used by anyone else without my permission.
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Hananeko
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07-10-2008, 10:25 PM
More poems, hooray. Or not. I am currently chewing on a large and long Red Delicous that has the toughest skin ever and almost no taste. It's main objective was to survive 4 weeks on a grocery stand, not to feed the citizens of this world than enjoy their food and take time with it. To put it plainly, it is a test-tube apple. Lovely. Anywho, this informative book I just read, "Animal, Vegetable, Miracle" by Barbara Kingsolver talks about the corruption of modern food and how her family survived a year on locally produced and home grown organic food. Filled with recipes, anecdotes, and facts, it really inspired us to be more...well... organic. It's a good book. OH NOES! I got sidetracked. Gaaahk.
My Friend in All Seasons
Blue skies,
Running through a field.
Flopping down
Staring at the clouds.
Laughing, chasing
Each other across the grass.
The smell of clover
In my head.
Sun shining
Warming my skin.
I turn around
There you are
Laughing too.
Orange trees
With red and yellow-
Throwing leaves up
In the air.
Brisk wind
A scarf around my shoulders.
The smell of dirt
In my head.
Crunching through
The fallen foliage.
I turn around,
There you are
Laughing too.
Cold rain
Dotting the ground.
Grey skies;
Skipping between droplets.
A stronger breeze
Blowing leaves away.
Sitting, staring
Out the window.
Warm inside
Still happy.
Rain doesn't bring
Any gloominess-
Only the smell
Of fresh wet ground.
I turn around
There you are,
Laughing too.
Buds on trees
Wet green plant life
Verdant on sepia
The purple flowers
On bare branches.
Cherry blossoms
Float to the ground.
We climb the trees
Talking of life.
Found a robins' nest
On the branch.
Three blue eggs
Lying speckled.
The Earth around us
Sprouting up.
I turn around
There you are,
Laughing too.
My friend in all seasons,
Don't leave me.
I'll show you everything
The cycle again.
Notes: Well, can I say that I was being very nostalgic when I wrote this? Well, not realky. I was thinking of someone when I wrote the first stanza, and then I decided to do all the seasons. When I got to the end and wrote about a "Friend in all Seasons", it reminded me of that Orisinal.com game "A Dog for All Seasons". Yeah... it's sort of cliche-ish with the season thing. But, you know, always stick with your gut feeling and never regret anything. This poem belongs to me, Julie Chen, and cannot be reproduced or used in any way without my permission.
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Saisei
Flying close to the sun on wings...
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07-11-2008, 02:37 AM
According to the lit forum rules, short items like poetry don't need individual threads. You can have one poetry thread with all of your poetry in it. :)
I'll go ahead and merge your two threads.
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Zophina
(-.-)zzZ
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07-11-2008, 02:40 AM
Wow, tha'ts pretty good, deffinatly quite religious, but it's so sad and poetic. I love it, thanks for shareing!
Edit: I missed your second poem, it's really nice too^^
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