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Post by steel_lily on Jan 9, 2005 18:33:29 GMT -5
I'm putting together a few poems from my ever-expanding portfolio. I think I shall title it "Up 'Till One". If you want detail.....ask. It should prove to be rather interesting.
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Post by soldieroftruth on Jan 9, 2005 18:35:57 GMT -5
That sounds cool. Can you show me a few of your poems?
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Post by steel_lily on Jan 10, 2005 14:45:37 GMT -5
Sure...here's a list of titles I have right now...I can't find everything, however.
Soul-song to Paper Via pen To Honor Them If I Could Go Back... Knowing the Answer is Known Politics Their Souls Alone Remain Lamplight Weakness Hole in the City
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Post by soldieroftruth on Jan 10, 2005 20:21:18 GMT -5
Awesome! I look forward to reading some of them.
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Post by steel_lily on Jan 11, 2005 8:54:44 GMT -5
My point was....pick a title![/u][/i]
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Post by middleearthmouse on Jan 11, 2005 9:07:32 GMT -5
I'd pick Politics.
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Post by soldieroftruth on Jan 11, 2005 14:55:42 GMT -5
Oh sorry. Do I have to pick just one? Because I want to read... To Honor Them... If I Could Go back... Knowing the Answer is Known... Their Souls Alone Remain... and Weakness.
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Post by steel_lily on Jan 11, 2005 21:53:02 GMT -5
Alright, here we go....
Politics
They sit around a table Discussing. Watching. Moving, subtly. They call it a "committee".
More like a colusseum. More like a pack of scavengers, Waiting for dinner.
I sit observing Watching them squabble. Some are devious Manipulative Cunning. They control people as they were pawns Maneuvering on a chess board.
All these little power struggles. Subtle pressure, Tactical withdrawal, But one or two always retain control. Mastery of the board. And not the ones that should.
The leader sits without power. All respect, To the face. But few obey, in the long run.
They can twist the orders, Plant ideas, Gather permission unbeknownst. They find loopholes, Holes in the wall of dogma.
Ever they gain power, Slip strong coils around Like an anaconda. For every puppet string attached, Another pawn they gain.
And we, but three pawns ourselves We hold fast and defend our King. But without chance of success. There is hope, however For the one moving us Is a master player. Knows the game Knows the opponent Never, ever, loses.
To Honor Them
So many have gone before Died for....for something A cause. Not just dead.
And violently.
He stands, tourtured, beaten And they ask again "Is there a God?" "Yes." The cane comes again. "Is there a God?" "Yes." To the face this time. A little blood, A little more blackness On the mind.
"For the last time, IS THERE A GOD?" "Yes."
Taken out. Below zero. The blood freezes. Beaten again. Cold fire. Blackness creeps in. Hold on, must hold on. Will he ever stop beating? The blackness takes over. Another body crumples On the frozen tundra. Lifeless True to the end.
Another example. Another martyr. Another life to honor Lord, help me to live like they died I want to honor them. To honor you.
A girl sits, trembling bombs go off Down the corridor Then the nightmare is brought closer to her face. She stares down the muzzle of a gun.
Behind it, a boy hardly older than herself. Bloodlust in his eyes Caught up in the canage. "Do you believe in God?" He asks.
The question means her life. A 'Yes' will kill her, Though it be true. Though it be right. It will cost her her life. A 'No' is uncertain It may let her live It may have no effect. This young man is so far gone The answer to his question May not matter. But a 'no' would be untrue It would blaspheme her faith, Betray her creator.
Then it is set, what she must do. With a display of courage, She lets her soul fly To her protector.
And she says "Yes." And she falls. Another to add to The already montsrous pile Of the dead. This pile weighs upon my soul; Their deeds of courage Strength, Faith, And even outright hard-headedness. Create a standard By which I would live. By which I would die.
Lord, help me to live my life To honor them, To honor you. I could not bear to lay Idle. When I could live, Could die, To honor them... To honor you. For a simple death is Nothing.
<sorry, I could only get 2 up tonight, more shall come tomorrow!>
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Post by soldieroftruth on Jan 12, 2005 12:08:40 GMT -5
Awesome! Those are really good.
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Post by steel_lily on Jan 12, 2005 12:48:21 GMT -5
Thanks...since you seem to be a glutton for punishment, I'll keep putting them up...(Note: these aren't as they should be; the web won't let me indent things, so some effect is lost. Lo siento)
If I Could Go Back
Even in my few years, I have made a mess. So many things I wish I could've done Things I should've done Minor things I suppose. I haven't ruined myself Or my life. But I have caused pain. To friends And enemies, alike.
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Dominic's voice Still rings clear in my head "It's always Camille Camille Camille." Camille. Sweet. Freckles played across fair skin. The eternal brown of her dancing eyes. Her kindness drew me To our friendship In the simple days Of the playground.
But it irked him so The kinship we shared. The time I spent trying Trying to make myself a friend. Yes, it bothered him. For we had always gotten along With smooth ease, Dominic and I. Never had to try. Dominic. With his jet hair Flipped up in front As was "in". Big smile. Big eyes. Contagious energy.
Perhaps he was right. I should have balanced my time My attention Better. But I never got a chance, A chance to fix it. I tried, It was mostly damage control. An then... I dissapeared. Into a place they hadn't seen Or heard of. And I didn't get the chance To try again.
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She took me in When I had no other friend. New place New people. One friendly face. Alas, that it could not stay. In turn for her Kindness I brought her faith. Truth. And she tore it up And put it in the Garbage. And I did nothing.
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Trouble came. A scant two years ago, They say. It had red hair Glasses And a large grin. Turned malicious,harmful By its overuse.
Big personality. Big physique. Big smile. Big heart, I thought. Perhaps so.
But also a mask. One of such quality That it effectively hid All feeling. All pain, To be more precise.
So I continued my manner Never realizing That I was eroding her That the smile The flambouyance was but a facade. That the loud laugh Too often meant She was hiding the pain Behind her eyes, And I was yet insensitive.
One day, The storm gathering Slowly Ever slowly Behind the mask Was unleashed. Blindsided me. And Noah was lucky.
Of a sudden and for a year, I was a monster. Uncaring. Abusive. Harsh. Cruel. Manipulative.
But I refused to play. Refused to enter the game. And the wind howled. And the attacks increased, For a short time, I fought back. Already tired Of her nonsense. But that gave her fuel For her fires. Ammunition With which to bombard me. Again.
Eventually, I found the key. Compassion. When her storm would rage, I battled not. But strode ever on. Welcomed the heart of the torrent. And for my care, The tumult increased The winds whipped, ever more bitter, Searching for something That would arouse my dragon. But I held fast. And slowly, the end came in sight.
But one foolish act Brought It Down. Crashing upon me, Racking my soul. And leaving me At a loss. And it was then out of my hands. I was not allowed to care.
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Then....there was the affection That should have been. The parting pass I never made. At least a "Farewell...Sunshine," If not a hug. If not a modest kiss. But no.
This one I know. He means too much For foolhardy Coquettishness. Some things Just Take Time.
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If I could go back I would change many things. But some would remain. Alas, We cannot. Every decision is final And yesterday remains But a memory.
<Phew! You still want to keep reading?>
Knowing the Answer is Known
I had a question. That needed answering Desperately. Quite imperitive. And for this, I could not answer it Of myself.
But I knew several people And they could answer My desperate question. But only over Christmas.
What monstrous luck! I would be away over Christmas. Could you find out sooner? No. Not a solid answer.
Of course! It couldn't be that easy. Never.
Fine. Find out. Be sure taht you know You're right. I couldn't be patient For a wrong answer.
Christmas Day comes. I am nervous. Very Nervous. I keep track of their schedule Across the time difference. They will have found out By now.
So what's done is done. My question is answered. Yet I still don't know The answer When will I know? Wednesday At the earliest. Blast! A minimum of four days.
It drives me crazy, Knowing the answer is known Yet not knowing the answer.
It takes the joy out Of the moment. I spend my seconds looking forward, Ever forward To that phone call.
Yes, it drives me crazy, Knowing the answer is known But not knowing the answer.
<Conituing your pain, eh? Suit yourself...>
Weakness
So new...so new Not me, not now! Never would I have thought- Had you said, I would've discarded it. Not I, the firm, the impenetrable I would never have this weakness Not once in a million. But perhaps that one chance... It nags at my mind, eating away a great truth I am so human, But this is one humanity I would deny. Would refuse, Cannot believe. Then, as I begin to accept To accept my curse The doubt comes... Even if...even if this unimaginable is possible Is it true? Is it the deep strength that dwells within The conviction? Even so, what would I do? How would I choose to proceed? Perhaps it is naught but a But a shadow and a thought.
<If you've made it this far, it's not too late to turn back. If I haven't scared you away yet....you are most courageous>
Their Souls Alone Remain
On every great battlefield; Ancient or newly made, The sights and smells of death will leave, Their souls alone remain. When you tread upon the blood-soaked soil, A chill comes to your bones. Whether battle fought for noble cause, Or cowardice alone. Their souls yell out once again The war-cry of their time. If you look closely you can see Young men marching line by line. The souls alone a tribute To the men who all died there. Like a banner flying high, Caught in the morning air. Sombre death's story Lies written 'cross the plain Why not fight as last resort When there's naught but death to gain? The sights and smells of death willl leave, Their souls alone remain.
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Post by soldieroftruth on Jan 12, 2005 19:39:24 GMT -5
Wow, awesome! Those rock!
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Post by steel_lily on Jan 12, 2005 21:32:37 GMT -5
Thanks.....any input (other than "awesome")? Ideas, opinions, what they made you feel/think/do/etc.?
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Post by soldieroftruth on Jan 12, 2005 22:03:09 GMT -5
Well I could definatley relate to Weakness and If I could go Back. I agree with To Honor Them, and Their Souls Alone Remain I think is so true. ( sorry i'm not really good with expressing my opinions.)
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Post by steel_lily on Jan 13, 2005 17:37:33 GMT -5
I noticed. Their Souls Alone Remain I wrote as a bit of a tribute to Gettysburg, although it was in a Lord of the Rings portfolio of mine (Random Acts of Tolkien, if you're curious)
Weakness...hmm...that brings back a lot of memories. Not all of them pleasant. That was also when all-out war was being raged in my heart. (between my alter-egos)
To Honor Them...One of those illustrations should ring home to you more than most people here. Columbine. It seems like yesterday. How far away was it from you? I was only ine school district over. My school went into a lock-down and we got bomb threats that day for many years after. That one really rings a chord in my heart...
If I Could Go Back was spurred on by a writing prompt in English class. It really got me thinking on all the stuff I wish I had/hadn't done.
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Post by soldieroftruth on Jan 13, 2005 18:54:56 GMT -5
Columbine... Columbine... Columbine... Very tragic event. I was about 25 min. away... they had us on lock-down too. It was very emotional for me... my cousin went there... she was all I could think about. But, she was one of the fortunate ones who escaped. I was very relieved. I was so happy... bet yet not...
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Post by steel_lily on Jan 14, 2005 15:51:26 GMT -5
I just remember the constant news reports.
I also remember my principal's voice over the intercom....when she made the announcement for the lock-down. It was the first time in my life I had ever heard her actually scared. We had had tornadoes and blizzards and all sorts of junk, but this actually shook her up. I knew kids that went to Columbine. I had freinds who had family that went there too. It was a turning point in history, really. The first time anyone realized the power of anger, even in adolescents.
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Post by Alameth of the Iron Fist on Jan 14, 2005 16:12:16 GMT -5
Lass, I laugh....
But other than that, they're all very good. Except, perhaps, "Knowing the Answer Is Known." Yes.... I laugh.
Though, there is a time to be serious, as "To Honor Them" and "Their Souls Alone Remain" so aptly remind.
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Post by steel_lily on Jan 14, 2005 16:17:53 GMT -5
Y'all really think they're worthy of the space they take up?
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Post by Alameth of the Iron Fist on Jan 14, 2005 16:20:13 GMT -5
Certainly. Until you get them published....
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Post by steel_lily on Jan 14, 2005 16:23:05 GMT -5
Why not then?
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Post by Alameth of the Iron Fist on Jan 14, 2005 16:27:17 GMT -5
That's not exactly what I meant.
[glow=orange,2,300]Then why didn't you say what you meant?[/glow]
Because! I just didn't want to. By the way, <points> That's Jack.
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Post by steel_lily on Jan 14, 2005 16:34:00 GMT -5
SAY WHAT YOU MEANT!!
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Post by Alameth of the Iron Fist on Jan 14, 2005 16:35:13 GMT -5
But I mean what I say, isn't that the same thing?
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Post by steel_lily on Jan 14, 2005 16:38:31 GMT -5
Yes, GET ON WITH IT!
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Post by Alameth of the Iron Fist on Jan 14, 2005 16:42:23 GMT -5
[glow=orange,4,500]GET ON WITH IT![/glow]
Yes, thanks, Jack. I'll do that. Anywhee, lass, the answer to your question is: Yes, they're worthy of the space they take up. Period. End of story. Fine.
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Post by steel_lily on Jan 14, 2005 16:48:33 GMT -5
So confusing......
It's weird, I take on a different entity when I write. Steel Lily takes over.
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Post by Alameth of the Iron Fist on Jan 14, 2005 16:53:50 GMT -5
Yes, when I write, Jack takes over.
[glow=orange,3,000]Yes... And I'm getting irritated, because I'm stuck at a spot in my novel. Several places, actually.[/glow]
Yes, yes, Jack. I'm frustrated about that too. Any suggestions, lass?
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Post by steel_lily on Jan 14, 2005 16:57:32 GMT -5
<chuckles> You could write another scene in which you develop your character relationships.
OR...you could attempt to figure out what the heck they're sneaking around the school for.
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Post by Alameth of the Iron Fist on Jan 14, 2005 16:59:04 GMT -5
Well, I kind of did figure out what they're sneaking around the school for. I just have no idea how they got there. I'm having a bit of a problem with that.
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Post by steel_lily on Jan 14, 2005 17:02:53 GMT -5
Brainstorm I don't know how you can possibly write like that...in little disconnected bits.....I have to write from one end to the other....it flows better.
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