Topic awaiting preservation: Something to share...

Another conference, suited and tired, I've found a quiet corner to access the web and drop by for a browse. I just wanted to share this. It isn't terribly well written but comments would be welcome...
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Hate's Harvest

The hills beneath a sullen sky run red with history
And festered time has warrant hewn for bloodlet and hostility
As factions bear an ageless hate that burns in every vein
Our children, shorn of innocence, are harvesting its grain

I see two men amid a storm with thunder at their call
Both are swayed by reeling blows, yet both are standing tall
A moment finds remorse in one - he falters at the break
And something as he peers across renews a deeper ache

He sees beneath the woven mask a face he knows as his
Yet the eyes betray consuming rage that shares all that he is
Now beyond the will to fight, he craves at once a peace
And offers up his prayers to God - he wants this war to cease

But prayers alone are not enough to shape the will of man
And words of peace will rarely do all that a bullet can
So as he seeks that moment's truth and offers empty hands
The other draws his final card and drops him where he stands

Unlike the life that flows from him, the war that claims one more
Is simply fed by one more dead, as by so many dead before

Gavin Harrington
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Yeah, yeah, I know it's sketchy...

The Incredible Doctor Globulus

There were few who would deny
That Doctor Globulus could fly
For all had seen the astounding feat
And most agreed that it was neat
The way that he took to the air
Soaring high without a care

You see our fantastic, loopy Doctor
Had invented an ornithopter!

A strange creation to say the least
A rickety, whirring, cumbersome beast
That with a straining, roaring din
Could catch the air on wings of tin

However, there were some who said
That our poor Doc' would end-up dead
If some day, while he flew ever higher
Some b*****d were to cut the wire

Gavin Harrington

I really have trouble with poetry. I just don't get it most of the time.

However, I do get the first one you posted and I think it is profound and moving. It is a sad reality that in this fallen world there will always be war. The heart of human is wicked.

I have nothing good to say about the second one. You should have quite while you were ahead Perhaps one more for a tie breaker?

I like the 2nd one best. =) You just have to pick up on the cadence. Read it aloud in something of a Noel Corward voice... kinda like this... http://www.sabrizain.demon.co.uk/malaya/coward.wav

Not exactly the same cadence of course but you get the idea. Corward could 'get the words off the paper' better than anyone. imo of course. =)


btw I've seen the video of this a few times over the years... but I can't remember if it was from an old movie or long gone tw show. Anyway mad dogs & englishmen is way up the list of my all time favorites.

(Edited by NoJive on 09-29-2005 19:45)

Ah... cadence. OK. I certainly didn't read it with any of that in mind. That probably just illustrates how out of sync I am with the whole poetry thingy.

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I really have trouble with poetry. I just don't get it most of the time.

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What about this song of mine?

STARTLED BY THE FLASHING LIGHTS
I KNOW NOT WHAT'S BEEN DONE
ONE MINUTE I'M LAUGHING
AND THE NEXT I'M COVERED IN BLOOD

THIS CAN NOT BE HAPPENING
THIS CAN NOT BE REAL
I'VE LOST A COUPLE OF FRIENDS
TO A MAD MAN BEHIND THE WHEEL

THEN THE COPS START ASKING QUESTIONS
AS THE SREAMING FADES AWAY
I'M GONNA FIND THIS DRUNK DRIVER
AND I'M GONNA MAKE HIM PAY

THEIR TRYING TO TEACH ME A LESSON
THEY WANT ME TO BELIEVE
THAT I'M THE ONE BEING ARRESTED
THIS MADMAN IS ME!?!?!?!?!?!

Song given, if requested.

^ Stop shouting!

Indiscretions of the Hypocrite

I

Oh what a world indeed!
So vast, so fast, so choked by trash
Where men may die for another's greed
Or take a life to make some cash

Where human veins run course and thick
As dying dying rivers with man-made shit
Pumped in for pleasure, or to heal the sick
But we're already sick, dead where we sit

Bodies bloated with unnatural obesity
Or starved near death for false ideals
Force-fed at every opportunity
the crap in our heads as well as our meals

As headlines gorge our need to hate
Another's crimes, mistakes, or immorality
Who would dare hesitate long enough
To see themselves in reality?

The truth you know, is not out there
It's here inside your guts and mind
Reason and blame enough to tear
And shred you limb-from-limb, fore-from-hind
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II

Wake up and smell the coffee man!
You're still so young in relativity
And though you may run as hard as you can
The race is a pointless activity

We lost it when first we turned the wheel
Then employed another to turn some more
So sealing with that fateful deal
The class divide 'tween king and whore

And with the spark of that first fire
We endeavoured to sell our very souls
For we still have yet to learn to tire
Of burning out a thousand bloody holes

Right through us and our History
Carved by blades, bombs and guns
Wars for power, land and glory
And the birth of countless evil huns

And every one of course, was in the wrong
A convenient object of hate and fear
An enmoralled tale or bawdy song
To help us be "good" and see things clear

And so we can be, in knowing this
Better, cleaner, more educated
And proud of not being proud
Or prejudiced

We just hate those who hate, or those afflicted
With standards or morals besides our own
Or don't subscibe to our laws or our god
Or stray beyond the "normal" zone...

Ugly, evil, or just plain odd?
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III

Your daughter's a junky
Your son's got a knife
You're a drunk, low-paid flunky
Who batters his wife

But hell, look outside
It's a filth-ridden world
And you can't really hide
For it'll still take a-hold

Let's all blame each other
Why not? Go ahead
If we're all born to suffer

We're already dead.

Gavin Harrington

i love poetry.. thank you for the enlightenment..

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^ Stop shouting!

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How old school. whERE'S YoUR ToWEL-eR-ANtz MaN?