The Free Cafe Poetry thread.

[sloweye]

I couldn't find a dedicated Poetry thread so here it is.

I decided to be breav and post some of mine in the thread on the Chrons so i thught i post some here as well to get things started.

Please join in.
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Know your place.

The sky it thickens with clouds of gray,
Rolling swirling and churning away,
Stealing what little warmth had come with the day,
For now the last of the light gives way,
To the darkening clouds so heavy with rain.

The wind grows stronger with ice on its hands,
And as the first droplets reach land,
The sky gives a rumble mighty and grand,
Then a lighting flash that could make glass from sand,
I love it when nature lets us know where we stand!

(S.Ives)

[sloweye]

Time.

It passes,
Quietly it pass’s,
Without notice it creeps by,
Always moving,
Always silent.

It makes its marks,
On stone and flesh,
On hill and field,
On home and life.

It has always been,
And will always be,
We will mark its passing,
And wait for its return.

We built machines to monitor it,
We watch it all day long,
We make poor use of it then proclaim...
“Where has it gone?”


(S.Ives)

[sloweye]

On a change in medication.

My eyes have gone astray,
There’s one at home,
And one away,
I can see the ceiling,
I can see the floor,
But I’m buggered if I can see the door.
I sit up in bed,
I shake my head,
My eyes they rattle and roll,
I open them up
They’re both stuck up,
Now that’s no good at all.
These little blue pills,
Supposed to make me well?
The doctor was wrong’
And if I weren’t so far gone,
I’d go kick him all the way to hell!


(S.Ives)

[Alexa]

I love the last once, especially the end.

[sloweye]

Thanks, these aro mostly old ones that were scribbled on scraps of paper & backs of ciggerette packets when i was a college. i decided to type them up.

[sloweye]

Another old one, from the guitar TAB book it fell out of i'm guessing it was around 1997(ish)



The noise in the dark.

I hear a noise in the dark,
Across the tree clad park,
Moon light shines in broken arks,
Through leafless branches rough with bark.

There it was again,
I strain my ears but all in vein,
But it sounds like something trapped; in pain,
Like the screeching breaks of a commuter train.

Slowly I follow the sound,
Fearful of the crisp leaves on the ground,
Yet by the screams the crunch is drowned,
The source of the racket I have found.

High it the tree twisted and fowl,
I squint my eyes; face in a scowl,
I let out sigh; almost a growl,
I’ve been deceived by a bloody screech owl!

[sloweye]

Day break from the hill

The landscape sits below,
A blanket land of monochrome,
In the distance the city lights glow,
And the milkman now to his work goes,
The far off sound of busying roads.

The sky above begins to change,
No longer shades of metal gray,
Now pinks and oranges lead the way.
Somewhere near a cockerel calls,
As the morning mist blanket falls.

An early bird catches my eye,
Chasing insects low in the sky,
Weaving and twist as it goes by,
No wonder man always dreamt of flight,
Moments like these make me glad to be alive.

(S .Ives)