For you romantics out there!

Discussion in 'Off-Topic Chat' started by James McFadyen, Feb 4, 2004.

  1. James McFadyen

    James McFadyen New Member

    I have been forever wanting to write a novel. The problem is I have the attension span of a whale and the sence of the English language of a half-digested squirrel. :wink:

    So, I thought, I'd write some Poetry first, just to start small, this was about 2 years ago and to this day have given up poetry, and not written a novel.

    I just thought I'd share a few of my poems with u so u can criticise them or laff at them, whatever takes ur fancy really:
    That said, the first Poem, Being Dead, was a shortlisted finalist in a Poetry Competition in the United States - seems like I never win nothing, only shortlisted finalist! ;)

    Oh, and they're not quite so much on the happier side of life..............just a little pre-warning, thier more thought-provking poems.

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    “Being Dead”

    Death is one of those things
    One of those things no one understands
    It’s devastating beauty rivals all that is humanity
    A death in the family is a rendered tradition
    That is what I fear.
    My father will die,
    Will there be anytime to say goodbye
    All my memories, all my feelings,
    Wandering the bewilderment of life
    How much do we really appreciate?
    Must we wait until they’re gone?
    Not a day goes by, thinking all’s been done
    I conclude only this: Live everyday as if it were your last,
    Because someday, you will wear the wooden cast.
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    “The Meaning Of Life”

    The meaning of life, a question unanswered
    Unicorns run free in daisy-filled fields
    Rainbows filled with radiant colour
    No war, only peace
    What a life it would be.
    Candy covered trees and bumble bees
    What a life it would be.

    Governments roam and reek havoc
    All this war, all this hatred
    People run free in pursuit to hurt
    Clouds filled with grey fear
    No peace, only war
    What a life this is.
    Pain covered planet, turned to granite
    What a life this is.

    To be happy, to be true and free
    That’s what life is
    Surrounded in fear, life’s end is sure to be near
    Look upon the bad as if it were altered good
    It’s hard to believe that life can’t be better than this.
    So the meaning of life, who knows?
    Salvation being the only weapon to survive
    Be happy, be free and be true
    True to you and yourself
    Only then can we answer the eternal question of life.
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    “Legend of the Trolls”
    To where they roam no one knows
    Rolling along, hopping, skipping jumping
    Often misled in disguise
    Leaving the mind to wander for solutions
    Little do we know, little do we see
    Scattered they are, alive and free.

    Talking quietly, hearing enhanced
    Rapeing the night like stalkers
    Organising their feast
    Little bodies, big ideas
    Lost in civilisation
    Scared by reality.

    Tick tock, tick tock
    Rays of light fulfil their fright
    Orange and blue
    Laugh at the true
    Lost in the wilderness of life
    Scout around, maybe you’ll find.

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    “Up Above”

    The bells ring so clear
    The pearl gates open wide
    And the water blankets the ground beneath like a sheet of glass
    But nothing can be more beautiful than the clouds far above
    People whisper, people conspire
    How shrewd people are down here
    Sustained is the silence
    Seeking heaven, seeking sanctuary
    who seeks happiness?
    Up there, the bells really do ring clear
    There is no place like that down here.

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    “Only A Tune To Hum”

    Once there was a woman
    Dressed in white she was
    Lips of lust, eyes could trust
    Whimsical and blue, got to be true
    Alone she was stood in the doorway
    I peered across, I saw heaven
    Heaven at the doorway.

    Monique was her name, ever so tame
    Eyes of wisdom, heart of gold
    Away came her vail
    Her face ever so pale
    I began to walk over.
    The crunch of the stones,
    The beating of my heart,
    The birds on the perch above,
    Then I stopped.

    She gazed at me, water-eyed
    I could feel the wind rush past
    I knew I was too late, I had to turn back.
    The crunch of the stones,
    The beating of my heart
    But the birds sing no more
    For there is no song to sing,
    Only a tune to hum.

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  2. Okiedokie of Oz

    Okiedokie of Oz Active Member

     
  3. James McFadyen

    James McFadyen New Member

    :) In poetry, even the most darkest of things can appear beautiful. I think.
     
  4. lynchie

    lynchie Active Member

    i'm getting worried about this romance fixation around here... is there going to be some sort of slushy explosion on february 14th?
     
  5. Okiedokie of Oz

    Okiedokie of Oz Active Member

    wouldn't be surprised.....it IS the day after Black Friday!!
     
  6. lynchie

    lynchie Active Member

    Black Friday? The day Youth Brass 200 arrive in Blackpool? Seems appropriate...
     
  7. Dave Payn

    Dave Payn Active Member

  8. Jezzabell

    Jezzabell Member

    Theres sum good writing here! U shud keep it up! :wink: [/quote]
     
  9. T-Horn

    T-Horn Member

    I can't stand the mushy romantic stuff. you can keep that to yourself.
     
  10. James McFadyen

    James McFadyen New Member

    Thanks Jezzabell! :wink: :lol:

    I might write more, although, it isn't very masculine to write poetry is it? :cry:
     
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  12. bigmamabadger

    bigmamabadger Active Member

    No. Byron was a big fat girls blouse....
    BMB
    xx
     
  13. James McFadyen

    James McFadyen New Member

    Well that's that then! :wink: I think I'm gonna have to write some not-so-nice, far-from-romantic music!!!!! - watch out Tullis :wink: :wink:

    I feel 'Harmony' Part 2 coming on! :wink:
     
  14. niknakewok

    niknakewok New Member

    Very good James - ive just informed Tom of your poetry genius. Maybe you cuold recite some for us on Thursady night, but wait, sadly I wont be at band so I will miss out. However, im sure Bruce, Tom and the rest of them would love it! Bring a bit of culture into TR! :)

    How about composing a fab brass quintet thing for my wedding! Well, it would be for the drinks reception! :D

    Luv
    niki
     
  15. James McFadyen

    James McFadyen New Member

    Music to get drunk too......mmmmmmmmmmm :wink:
     
  16. Naomi McFadyen

    Naomi McFadyen New Member

    Good stuff James! :)
     
  17. James McFadyen

    James McFadyen New Member

    Thanx Naomi
     
  18. akwarose

    akwarose Active Member

    yeh, u got sum good stuff goin on dude... i'm impressed. i been writin a couple of poems, but they aint that good. u wanna hear one lemme know. :)
     
  19. James McFadyen

    James McFadyen New Member

    Thanks very much! I'd love to read ur poems, just pm them to me! :lol:
     
  20. akwarose

    akwarose Active Member

    well, u got m, so if u reckon their good enuff, put em on here, but i'm watchin u...... no stealin em for ur own :p:p:p ;)
    *kiss* :)
     

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