The Republic of Heaven

Not my best, but I'm interested to see what people other than my L.A. teacher thinks.

A Love Poem

Everyone loves love poems,
though they aren’t the real thing.
How can you capture love in words,
when it’s too big for a single heart?

Love is more.
More than just words.
More than just emotion.

Love is getting chocolate for a valentine and splitting it with your friends.
Love is putting on lipstick and letting the kiss marks stay on your mirror for months.
Love is laughing even though you don’t understand the joke.

Love is realizing the world revolves around the sun,
NOT you.


Love is a happiness that we all possess, but have to search for,
Some more than others.

Love is within and without,
and everywhere in between.

Everywhere
Everything
Every time.

I think it's pretty good. I'm still happy about a poem I wrote for LA near the beginning of the year about an old laptop of mine:

One Saturday night 'fore rest I took,
Set I my laptop on a book.
And placed I these on binders three
With a flash drive in its USB.
Then off went I to bed that night
Without a fear, without a fright.
How was I meant to suspect
That when I woke, it would be wrecked?
But wrecked it was, and with a crack
Running along the casing's back.
For off its perch my laptop fell,
And soon became a broken Dell.
Shattered, smashed, my flash drive was;
Broken, battered, all because
Atop some books left I my Inspiron;
Now my hard disk's fried and my work is gone.

HAHAHAHAHAHA! That was great!

True Art

Safety catch is off,
the bullets speeding towards your sign,
burning trails left behind,
attracted to the crown of the king.

over seas and burning cities,
it flies through hearts and minds,
breaking both in equal measure,
of equal pain in kind.

Tape me shut,
I can't fly this fast,
My mind can't find my body,
My souls been overcast.

Angels pour over the machine,
So perfect and so wrong,
Washing it with divine light,
And warned with evensong.

Light me a match,
See me burn in candlelight,
It won't hurt anymore,
Please, don't fear, don't take fright.

Damn! That was amazing! I feel inferior......

The Platypus

BEHOLD! The Umbrella Consuming Platypus!
See its strong bill open,
And the curved handle just inside!
See the funnel shape
That is bursting from its pride.

BEHOLD! It waddles strangely,
For it was never was easy to walk
With what you stole from Nana
While with the neighbor she talked.

Sadly, i have more.
I don't like making peple feel inferior, only to understand.

Twilight

Descend the lonely steps
into the darkness of night
Cry for the evils
of that dark, cold world

Walk the floating road
into the brightness of day
Hope for the sunshine
of that clear, blue sky

Sit in the twilight
between the worlds of dark and light
Want for nothing
and you will be saved

Or you stay in the middle
forever and always
Half a heart of shadow
Half a heart of light

Empty your mind,
open you heart.
Just wait for renewal,
just wait for twilight to end.

Twilights lovely, and the Platypus one is hilarious...that happened to me once. Starshade, your poems are absolutely beautiful.

I love the Platypus poem, it presents a perspective.


Here's one of mine:

Untitled As of Yet (this is a title)
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The Sea is bigger then the Land,
I swim in it, and sometimes it
Will tell me things that I should know.
I listen without talking, and,
not all at once, but bit by bit,
I realize--what I think is so.

I stand upon the firm, good ground
Of sight and sound and feeling, but
I look beyond and I see naught.
While pacing 'long the shore, I found
A knife, with which I slashed and cut
To pieces the lies I once sought.

I come to know, and know to come
To places where a thought is thick,
And spaces where a pair is one.
In doing this, I choose to hum
A tune that, when Time comes to pick,
All's done and said, all's said and done.

That was beautiful Mogget, bravo! Very deep.
This forum is full of such wonderful poets, it makes me want to cry for my own suffering writing skills. Bravo everyone, bravo.

Thanks, Carebarebaby! Don't bash yourself, though, nothing good ever comes of self-deprecation.

If I finish it, I'll post another one soon...
I want to hear more from all y'all, 'cause your poetry is at least as great as Carebarebaby says mine is.

Heard and unheard,
seen but unknown,
I watched the faces
floating in the ocean of people.

I knew and I followed.
I saw and I wept.
I ran into the night,
never to be seen again.

Eyes just watched,
voices spoke,
but all I heard,
was the beating of a heart.

Wow. I really like what you did with the meter there. It has a nice, quasi-irregular rhythm. Not to mention that the content of the poem itself was beautiful, and expressed wonderfully.

Okay, here's another one, which isn't nearly as good as my first.

Leopold Kronecker

When all endeavors cease to hold
Their order, and your trifles take
You by the throat, and warp and mold
The endless rows in which they make
The sheer uncountable force which drives
Them on, and reason cannot stand
Against this onslaught, folds its lives
Up into nothing. Slashes brand
Its body, crushed by entropy.
Diagonal lines proclaim its doom
While ugly beasts sing gleefully.
Here darky shadows o'er us loom.
Simplicity has gone away,
Irrationality holds sway.

God made the Integers, all else is the work of Man
--Quote from the man for whom this poem is titled.

This is what happens when I do too much math.

Mogget wrote:Wow. I really like what you did with the meter there. It has a nice, quasi-irregular rhythm. Not to mention that the content of the poem itself was beautiful, and expressed wonderfully.

aw, shucks!

That poem was...kind of creepy, but still excellent! I like the rhyming, but that's how my simple mind works

I want to see someone post a bad poem so I don't feel so artistically inferior to everyone.

It was meant to be creepy...I was trying to express what Leopold Kronecker must have thought about Cantor's work with transfinite numbers, especially the proof that the rational numbers are, effectively, a zero. I always wondered what made him drive Cantor insane.

Okay, I'll stop mathnerding now. And don't feel inferior, it never did any good for anyone.

I was just on the phone with a friend, and she came up with a bad one.

Roses are red
lettuce is green
open you legs
and get ready to scream.

When I asked her how she came up with it, she said she had to go and hung up...hmmmmmmmmm very suspicious. I have strange friends...

I would have to agree with you on that. I can't think of an adjective depraved enough to describe that abberation. *shudders*

A little ditty to pass the time:

Tick Tock!
Said the clock
"I'm counting the time
In a regular way
I'm ticking off figures
To order your day!"
And it went
Tick Tock!
As it counted the time
In a curious beat
With a curious rhyme.

aw that's so cute! It makes me want to giggle in a girlish manner

I don't really write poems all that much, partly because it takes me ages (I started one two years ago, and have been trying to figure out what the last line should be for the past two years). Here's one I wrote about five years ago that I'm quite happy with.

Perfection is too good for me
I held it once, but,
elusive,
it slipped through my fingers.

What was it I really missed anyway?
Something that was never there.
And now the Summer Garden withers
But the smell of a smile still hangs in the air.