A game of poetry.....

[D Mullholand]

Wow, what a wonderful thread ! Some very talented minds at work here... A shame I cannot generate poetry at such a pace... now if one could start a similar music composition thread - I just cannot see how it could be possible.

Xtolakon, your work is really inspiring... I'm stunned. Do you have more of your poetry to share - not in the "game" format, but the poems you write on your own ? Do you publish them somewhere ? On the Net ?


D Mullholand
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NP: The Doors - Waiting for the Sun

 

[Xtokalon]

cruel, wasp, baying, flute, porcelain

doofy poem (i'm too lazy to make better with the words)

O cruel world in which we live!
I cannot skip and play the flute in the open breeze.
I dodged, swayed, waltzed and tried to miss
the steely wasp, bayed on petals and launched from leaves.
It got me that fuzzy pilot, missiled onto wounded Skin
and I froze and gelled across the grass
in pain, in sunshine that turned to rain and cast
a fate of sorrow, happiness shattered like mystic sands and porcelain glass,
that day, I breathed my last, hopes seeped away into the past.

My blood leaked out aimlessly across the future,
and I awoke from dreams, my enzymes still floating.


words: hymns, laughter, solemn, strife, escape.

 

[Slynt]

Summoning the onslaught of flowers and nymphs
Ship sets sail for the inner sanctum and leaves
Ghosts wail as the crusader fails to bring his messages across
Their dreamdead thrones of sand, in this forgotten land,
amen...


(This is the first verse of a song I once made for a band I played with; now analyze it and tell me what it's about, 'cause I've forgotten it )

 

[Johan]

hymns, laughter, solemn, strife, escape:
(Thanks Xtokalon, these words inspired me)


Mankind cried its tears of dying.
Each tear a hymn or a sighing.
Woe to mankind, its tears of blood
Cannot resist the coming flood.

Once there were children, once laughter
was heard. But forever after
Ghost sounds of their pleading lips
Haunt us, 'til the apocalypse.

Strife will ride before the judgement
Plague, his brother, as it was meant,
Was seen with Famine there before.
Last comes the unstoppable War.

Mankind is doomed, it cries goodbyes,
Christ died for man, they called it lies,
Without belief - no escape. Thus
Man found its solemn exodus.


new words:
linger, body, shade, spice, glory

 

[Xtokalon]

linger, body, shade, spice, glory

shades are mixtures of myth and coldness
they represent a spectrum that lingers
in the cosmos-supreme like spice in a child's mouth
as Glory in the heart of those who have melted
in the dead horizons of ancient stone,
sillouettes of mountain tops,
lightless bodies, distant barns, urban buidings,
where once in the night
we braved beneath winter's stars
hiked through utter blackness and blue
above the silence that crackled of wooden leaves
We mused about earth and time in ahistorical terms
lost ourselves in the awful existence of man
found fear in the primordial and
the meaing of life in the spectrum,
the wisps of our breaths in the cool air
dying in the sky as mysteriously and cold
as all the shades of all the things in the world exist,
we're still lost, still young, still human.

words: sigh, sweater, perfume, blush, game.

 

[Heliologue]

Originally posted by Xtokalon
words: sigh, sweater, perfume, blush, game.

blush is blood, a wound, as grievous as a labial cut,
but your sweater is not stainéd, your face not flushed
and pale.

we play a game and toy with moribund but magic words,
invoking gods more chthonic than a kiss would think,
drawn to the stink of smeared perfume, the sigh of laboured breath
(the weight of breasts upon your lungs).



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back from the dead, this thread is! although now seriously off-topic....

next words: aestival, choler, tranquil, surface, pallor

 

[demonfall]

next words: aestival, choler, tranquil, surface, pallor

This absence of you tears open
the tranquil mood that long settled
in after you first arrived, when you
made the aestivals so auspicious
and treasured that the aeons doubted
such brilliance could be again repeated

anon, this absence of you leaves
the heart filled with a pallor
that dulls thought and numbs
emotion so only the surface is felt,
the effervescent glow of your being
fading like a phantom in the wind

yet this absence of you attests
that you are more than a chimera
and that the serenity and repose
you offer is truly existent, when
the feel of your touch becomes
essential as a primordial need

soon this absence of you lingers
in the air against cypress trees,
in the scintillating aura of wood
smoke, drifting down to the creek
where lolling ripples whisper
incantations in your name

and the ripples, like I, mourn
this absence of you as we hold
back the choler felt when you
and I could be together, but until
that fortunate day I will rest easy
harboring thoughts of you
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I enjoyed the challenge of your words, saturnix. now let's get an easier mix of words.

next words: godspeed, emperor, kabuki, soul, chronicle

 

[Heliologue]

Originally posted by demonfall


I enjoyed the challenge of your words, saturnix. now let's get an easier mix of words.

next words: godspeed, emperor, kabuki, soul, chronicle

back from the depths.....



godspeed, passing seconds! when the tenses change.
and in the end, a lost time is only light,
and light a limb, but love a fruit, hung
deliciously reposed.

three nights were emperor to aeons,
ten stars a kabuki, a never-to-be.
the neverness of sixteen souls -from is to was-
chronicles the basest march of single moments,
elegant in disarray.


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next 5: ribbon, fuck, burgundy, pearl, shadow