Thread: Any Poetry Lovers Or Poets About?

This is my fav poem of all time.... Not mine sadly..
by Ben Jonson..


It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make man better be;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log, dry, bald and sere:
A lily of a day,
Is fairer far, in May,
Although it fall, and die that night;
It was the plant and flower of light.
In small proportions we just beauties see,
And in short measures life may perfect be.

I have been known to write/pen Wiccan/Pagan poetry from time to time. I will type one up if you all so desire.

Go for it...

Originally Posted by MyWorldMyEyes

Go for it...

Hi, this was penned in 1991 ish. It kindova is having a go at a lad in the Bournemouth area. Excuse the swearing.

THE (T)Witch

With one Degree under my belt
I said "YESSS! I am no longer a welp!"
I went out to show what a Witch could do
All dressed in black from my head to my shoe.

With a pentagram over my heart
My eyes were aglow!
What to do? I don't know.
Oh yes! The PUB!! so, of I go.
My black cloak swishes low

I slick back my hair
I have not a care
I am a WITCH!!! YOU had better beware!

I run into some mates
Standing there with their dates
I think "yeah, they will love me
Dressed all in black drapes!"

One looks round and falls to the ground
Laughing and rolling around.
The others look on their eyes full of scorn.
Jim says "What the fuck are you on?"
I look at him and mutter
"I am a Witch"

They look at each other
Laugh and then holler.
"Bill, piss of and get a life!"

I walk away crying
In my heart I am dying

I am not really a witch am I?

I am a Twitch.

Help me.....

Please?


Copywrited to Mr John T Smith 1991. No reproducing without permission.

Sorry to all of you contributing to this thread I have been away for a while as my illness had me in hospital then bedbound, but I am bouncing back now and really want to keep this thread going.

I really do believe poetry can really be a great emotional release as well as inspiration for many things so why not Burlesque too?

So far you have all been great, all poetry is great you don't have to be an expert just let it flow from the heart and soul....so please community don't be shy, maybe even a poem about your act or your Burlesque alter ego?

I love the Tudor period of history....I am sure most of you are familiar with Henry VIII and his six wives (lucky man not so lucky wives) I have been working on Acrostic* poems of the wives. *Acrostic: where in this case the first letter of each line goes to spell out a name when read down the side.

Let me know what you think..

Always passionate, sharp, witty and wise
Nothing deterred her from her sighted prize
Now she had her quarry caught
Excellent game for the prize she sought

But now she must earn her hard won place
Obedience, devotion and a son for his grace
Little did she please the King, her love so fair
Expectant Anne did not produce the prized male Heir
Yet for Anne worse came when Henry took another’s bed
Now a sad farewell for the Queen that lost her head

I have also done another of one of the saddest (IMHO) figures of the Tudor period:

Lo, behold! a poor innocent child
Alone, ill treated, beaten, beguiled
Death a distant unknown fate
Yet forced to wed an arrogant mate

Justice throbbed within her veins
Allotted a crown yet wished no claims
Named a traitor, yet pure of soul
Erringly bowed to another’s goal

Grudgingly she played her allotted part
Rest assured treachery ne’er in her heart
Everyone soon filled with fear and fled
Yet it all ends with an innocent traitor dead

And here another interesting darker one that come from the heart and soul:

Courting Death.

Will you come?
Will you enter this hall of horrors?
Am I worth a thousand deaths?
‘Yes’ I hear you say.
I am destroyer of worlds.
Drinker of souls.
Are you afraid?
‘No’ I hear you say.
Am I so seductive, so alluring ?
So beautiful?
Do I compel you so?
‘Yes’ I hear you say.
I shall make you weep tears of blood.
I will torture your very heart.
Are you still not afraid?
‘No’ I hear you say.
Death comes to all men.
Yet you have come to me.
Would you court death itself?
Would you have said ‘yes’ if you breathed still?

Comments and critique welcome, but I would love for us all to share a little artistic side of ourselves with each other

Pablo Neruda is a favourite of mine. I love this book. Its probably one for when you are feeling abit heartbroken, but its beautiful.

[ame=http://www.amazon.co.uk/Twenty-Love-Poems-Song-Despair/dp/0224074415/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1274887572&sr=8-1]Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair: Amazon.co.uk: Pablo Neruda: Books[/ame]

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