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Quixotic Mar 2020
The trouble with writing original poetry
Is that there are guidelines--
But you have no standards to go by
Except those inside your head.

Sometimes you have no inspiration
And just stare at empty white.
Other times your inspiration
Sounds silly once it's typed.

Once you start to write a poem
Your brain often shuts down
And distractions from the world around you
Keep your creativity blocked.

The trouble with writing original poetry
Is that there are so many variables.
The task that's hard is lining them up
And getting them to play nicely with one another.
Spring 2011
Jordan Clark Jun 2014
You seemed so pretty, you seemed so right.
Just a touch of crazy, But worth the fight.
Cause loves a battlefield that tests us all
‘Til we find the one that’s worth the fall

I thought I found that one when I found you
Just a look into your eyes, I would come unglued.
But then that crazy turned into more
With injuries sustained, I was dying from this war

Beaten and bruised, I could no longer run
The heat of the battle was no longer fun
So I turn to crawl through the landmine field
Knowing that never again will this chest conceal
The pain, the hurt, this heart does feel
Much blood lost. Too much to heal.

You seemed so pretty, you seemed so right
Just a touch of crazy. But worth the fight
Cause loves a battlefield that tests us all
‘til we find the one that’s worth the fall

Like a shooting star falling to the earth
I fell for you. Because I thought it would be worth
the risk the chance. I thought you'd save me.
But as the flame fizzled and I could no longer see
I realized the armor of digression that you've put on
I give up. The red stained white flag is drawn.

Much blood is lost. Too much to heal
From the pain, the hurt this heart does feel
Knowing now this chest will never again conceal
So just let me give way in this battlefield

Never again to feel whats right
In this game that turned into a fight
KNOWER May 2014
In a tavern up yonder, on a hill painted white
Many sought their refuge from the chilly, winter's night
The powdery flakes, lighter than feathers
Made their descent, dulling the weather

As the inn-keeper fed logs to the fire,
Recalled to memory was the glare of a pyre
With wispy tongues swaying ever-so-bashfully,
A brilliant radiance painted the pub beautifully

Barrel after barrel lined the barman's counter
Spewing wine which fuelled the noisy banter
Embracing a lute, a bard did passionately sing
Of life, and of love, and of every weighty thing

And danced they did to "The Piper's Tune"...
With tumblers full, they drank to the moon
This short poem is as a result of a random bout of inspiration which came about as I was reading Asterix. :)

My favourite character in the series is most definitely Vitalstatistix, the chief Gaul.

"Why?" :?

Well I thought you'd never ask! :)

Simple, because of his cool, auburn moustache
and also because of his irrational fear of "THE SKY FALLING DOWN on his head"! (Talk about crazy! His paranoid frenzies surely do get me laughing... HARD! :)

Though come to think of it, I guess his fear probably isn't irrational afterall! (Operative word here is 'probably').

I mean, granted that Jay Sean acknowledged the possibility of Vitalstatistix's fear of 'the sky falling' in his song "Down"
(And I quote:
"... even if the sky is falling down...")
There has to be some truth/rationale to his fear, I guess.

Not to mention the latest film in the Bond series: "SKY FALL" (odd title, don't you think?... well, the chief Gaul wouldn't think it odd!)

The British - more specifically "Bond, James Bond" (pardon me, I just had to! :p) - have alot of credibility (though I honestly don't know who gave it to them).

So, if they (i.e. the British) make any allusion to "the sky falling", then there has to be something to it! (Period!)
(Well, more like 'exclamation mark' although "period" sounds more lively so:
"PERIOD!... astral-projecting a log")
:? xp :p :)

AFTER-THOUGHT:
(I'll be ******! Jay Sean is British! Who would have thought?!...
...ummm... Jay Sean? Or his relatives... or his friends... pretty much anyone who knows the man :p )


Now, if you're kind enough, this is the part where you recommend a psychiatrist. Better make them two
(because one just wouldn't do!)

:p :)

I hope you enjoy(ed)!

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