THE POET'S CORNER--YOUR "ORIGINAL" WORKS ONLY...Share your thoughts

krazzy wrote:

LOOKING da wetin...explain na th_mrgreen

looking da Shocked

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For how can love attain true appreciation
if it has never weathered tribulation?
~MHK

Bravo!!! Candy. Just showed me a different part of you.

singbe67 wrote:

Bravo!!! Candy. Just showed me a different part of you.

which part that? ehn ehn.. i know you.. so Puhleeeze................. th_mrgreen

_________________
For how can love attain true appreciation
if it has never weathered tribulation?
~MHK

candygirl wrote:

singbe67 wrote:

Bravo!!! Candy. Just showed me a different part of you.

which part that? ehn ehn.. i know you.. so Puhleeeze................. th_mrgreen

That's just a compliment my dear! Didn't know you had the poetry angle. I am genuinely impressed.

singbe67 wrote:

candygirl wrote:

singbe67 wrote:

Bravo!!! Candy. Just showed me a different part of you.

which part that? ehn ehn.. i know you.. so Puhleeeze................. th_mrgreen

That's just a compliment my dear! Didn't know you had the poetry angle. I am genuinely impressed.

oooooooooooooooooooo.. i see.. cuz one can never tell with you.. ok, thanks for the compliment.
actually Krazzy, Nica and the others pulling me into this.. they are waaay better at this.. i am inspired by them smile_approve

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For how can love attain true appreciation
if it has never weathered tribulation?
~MHK

As a matter of fact I read the stuff that are posted and was really impressed. Especially with the stuffs Nica has written so far. Hats off Nica!!!! Damn impressive. Kudos to you guys man, good work.

i think we need to collate these pieces of arts and commission a village-book of poetry... or something...what do you think?

candygirl wrote:

Brown Eyes
It was a passing glance
Then a double take
WOW

Brown Eyes
Soft
Smiling
Smothering

The thoughts that I shouldn’t be looking are foremost
No, I won’t look
For to look again would be to lust
lust of the eye is Sin

But alas, I cannot help it, for to look also is to feel an unknown thirst
To look hastens the beat of my heart
To look is to relive passions;
feelings buried deep within the abysses of my heart

The urge to look brings memories of Lots Wife
Will I forever be change should I look?
Dare I?
Alas
I shall!!

I’ve looked And,
My heart smiles
For I see everything I feel
Reflected in the Brown Eyes I behold
Brown eyes that reflect desires, passions, dreams and love
Brown eyes that make promises of sweat under dark clouds
Brown eyes that promise a lifetime of joy and happiness unknown

Alas
I’ve looked
And, I’ve lived.
Promises fulfilled.
Sated desires.
Fulfilled dreams.

Look, and Live!

CandyG 2008

101%

Last edited by McNeal on Sat Aug 30, 2008 1:05 am; edited 1 time in total

RESILIENCE

There are people in our lives we each day meet
They do add flavour to it
Do they make life worth living?
These people are engraved on our hearts – and loved

There are times when people of such kind we seek
Those we wished we had today
Do they runaway and make life not worth living?
When they do – we are left scarred, scathe and unresolved

There are times when scars of engraved people multiply
Those close to our hearts
And hurts so badly that we don’t feel a single pain
Maybe reasons are that we so care and see no hate – just love

There is a word that takes us aback due to reasons
Reasons unsaid
That might cause us to look back in the face of pain
And look upfront to a fate obscure

The ability to not be loved and yet love for not many reasons
The will not to go ahead for a cause and still forge ahead
Why love when the outcome is yet thwarting
Only for the resilient in the wake of agony is felicity

McNeal 2008

I wrestle against myself

I tried turning away from myself
But saw me looking at myself
I tried taking away the old stuffs off my shelf
But knew it was a wrestle against myself

How could I remove my ancient sleeve,
And put me on a new amour of serenity?
How could I change when I don’t even believe?
And then wrestle against my own integrity?

I cried out aloud from within
Only to put all that I feel out
Looking unto a future so thin
I still hope to wrestle me out

Wrestle against my failures,
Wrestle against my ado,
Wrestle against my future,
I verge to wrestle against my ego

McNeal 1998/99

I wrestle because I don't want this:

"A man who never looks at his past to correct his
present mistakes will bring upon himself future embarrassment."
–McNeal

love this, McNeal :)

McNeal wrote:

I wrestle against myself

I tried turning away from myself
But saw me looking at myself
I tried taking away the old stuffs off my shelf
But knew it was a wrestle against myself

How could I remove my ancient sleeve,
And put me on a new amour of serenity?
How could I change when I don’t even believe?
And then wrestle against my own integrity?

I cried out aloud from within
Only to put all that I feel out
Looking unto a future so thin
I still hope to wrestle me out

Wrestle against my failures,
Wrestle against my ado,
Wrestle against my future,
I verge to wrestle against my ego

McNeal 1998/99

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DESTINY OF LOVE

From across the age of time comes I to realize and know what I knew not
It takes me to moments of my life I felt ordeal of grief and sorrow
Had I known myself before existence would I have erase the creation of my time
And leaving me without optimism to my foremost existence at present
Had I also known myself before birth would I have come a few weeks from now
For anxiety of what I did not know and that I will soon know takes me over

Unto the world it seems as if many perambulate wanting to know this
Thus leaving me to wonder the unfairness of Mother Nature and her gods
How unique and incomprehensible it is to know what this is all about
One could not have a substitute to such an understanding till it is partaken of
So strong and so zealous has it the power that no one could ever imagine -
This power that formed the universe when God Himself felt such great feeling.

The world told me not of this feeling so strong - so I lived to learn the opposite
But nature in itself quietly spoke to me about this I was eager to know and see
For time has always been the standard by which the evens of things are measured
From across the age of time was I left to wander the woods of Mother Nature
Seeking the untold knowledge of time and great power and great strength
It was not long until the hope of a brighter day and peace was then revealed.

I must admit that without her would I have never seen the face of such an age
An age of hope, peace, and foremost love that leads one endlessly insane
How could I have known such knowledge without her guidance thereto?
How long would I have wandered into the valley of Mother Nature seeking it?
She directed me into the path that no one ever showed me and I will forget never
She made unto me an unspoken promise in the woods of love I will forever remember.

I was also left to wonder why it had to be me and why had it to be her instead
Then I remembered her telling me of our forever love accepted by destiny
Where we destined to meet in the woods of love and forever within remain?
Why wasn't it some one else or not me, or not her, or not time, or just never?
My questions continue to abound to be answered with just one word…destiny!
We were truly destined to be together though the miles of distance set us apart.

Nevertheless, telepathically we remain a single soul with more than a single body
Our hearts beat within distance of miles with a single beat and feels just the same
How could I erase thoughts of her from my mind so I could be as normal as before?
How could my day be complete haven't I words and thoughts of her on mind?
What is it that she has done to me that I cannot control my physical self anymore?
I don't know, but I am sure that I love the way I feel – and let her never stop that!

She touch my mind, body, soul from as far as thousand miles beyond many oceans
She makes me laugh; she makes me gay and also very sentimentally emotional
All that she does to me I love and can't resist, because my heart is doomed for her
Is this how it feels to recognize what every man ever wished to know in his life?
Never had I an idea of how powerful such could feel and how unexplainable it is
I am left with no regret for the day I was born as I wised for death long before.

She makes my heart to shake…and confused just by a thought of her by night
My body don't understands me any longer since the day we felt this sensation
It hurts me deep inside and I can't express the love and heartache my heart feels
I wish for tears when I feel her love over my life and I want to die in her arms
Every part of me erects and I cannot even hear my hot deep breath at that time
Oh! Why was I born to know all this…why did I not know this feeling before?

Helpless and doomed I lie in the woods of love for she has taken away my soul
I cry unto her for her forever love and lasting promise that she never let me down
My future I see clearly, if she abandons her love for me, is so wearisome
I wish I could move on strongly without her in my life but it seems as impossible
I've harmed my life with every thought being her that I see nothing so good as her
I am sorry I made her a god unto me, but if this is what real love is - let her be my idol.

It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday but I know with her all is much achievable
Yesterday was so closed and tomorrow is too far that every minute is as a year to me
I can no longer wait to see that day when destiny shall make fulfill of her promise
I wait patiently as I get impatient to see the end of this long road of destiny of love
But I will linger on till the day I first touch her as a proof of hope, peace, and love
Then will I know that we will together walk - hand in hand - the aisle of destiny.

McNeal 2003

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Untitled Script by Suggestion

Subtitled: Inappropriate Medley

4play

i do not want to kiss you

my mouth does more damage than that

it talks you into hardness

and suck the sweetness of your lips

while my nipples drag against your body

testing you, feeling where i am looking

round1

a concoction of spirit

and sex

a compulsion to let loose

and make love to you

then get to know you

to look in your eyes

and tell you the crazy fun of my soul

my body leaks, hot sex, slow noises

inviting you to fill me with your hands, fingers; maybe lips

to touch me, my feelings

frenzy and fears

to hear your hair move

when passion overtakes our cravings

feel lips sear my body

the whole morphed into receptive heat

moving without warning, feral

then

a convulsion of wetness and sounds

moans of greed

i only hear your hair

and lips

lazily trailing, enflaming my weakness

for you

4playagain

i will not get enough

i can get more than that

My body opens to you

Taking everything in an opposite way

Accepting your screams

And moving to where it gets louder

round2

i shift again to

control you

my mouth sees a story, my tongue tells it

and i make music on your body

an intersect of cacophony and symphony

a storm and calm waves

noise and satisfaction

no one listens

my lips envelope you

sweet suction with a purpose

my eyes hold you

and compels you to move in me (yes)

you surpass me, my mind opens

wild and erotic

and perhaps

we hit an elevating epiphany

the reason for the urge

then you tell me not so gently

i feel the practiced sound as you move

i hear the sexy silence of your passion

and question

this transient

venture….

-----krazzy

5/28/2006 10:14:38 pm

Untitled Script based on Pain

Subtitled: War Fashion

their unprepared souls were labeled

as perfume

abhorred by even the most vain

tricked into death

their knowledge of this travesty

or lack of knowledge

of their tribe

or their tribe

put them into widespread fashion

sprawled on roadsides

in rotting shapes

moving on the catwalk to no where

knives carved unknown

shapes

on backs of men

bellies of women

questioning, devaluing

the unborn enemy

ignored and silenced screams

spirits disappear

and bodies roam as fodder

of carvers

mass graves

no shifting

or comfort positions

flesh rot together, removing

the anticipated privacy of death

one wreath for a thousand

unknown but company

open conversations

same colours

same place

same hole

mud, colours and flesh

for a rest

in this war fashion.

--------krazzy

5/30/2006 9:57:05 am

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