| cody | | (reply to anonymous) posted 26-Jan-2003 3:18pm |
Sure.
Tú
"Tú eres la primera flora en la primavera,
y tú eres todas las palabras que yo no puedo econtrar.
Me gustas desde el primero momento en que te vi,
porque tú eres más bonita que todas las estrellas en el cielo.
Me capturas, pero yo no deseo escapar."
Hehe. Actually, even for a poem in a second language that ones not very good, and I think my grammar might be bad in a couple places. It says,
"You:
You are the first flora in the spring,
And you are all the words that I cannot find,
You have pleased me since the first moment in which I saw you,
For you are more beautiful than all the stars in the sky.
You have captured me,
But I do not wish to escape."
I promise, my Spanish poetry will get better once I really start to learn Spanish :). I just post that because its most recent. What else do I have...
Convoluted:
Our poetry needs no poem; no words, no air, no sound.
We are a song with no key, no lyric, and only two notes.
You are my winter sun,
the only rays of warmth piercing through the clouds,
on a January afternoon.
I am just your December Memory,
almost forgotten.
You loved me.
It took us coming together for you to forget how far apart we are.
I could forgive your any transgression,
You are art in its purest form.
(End)
Love In an Otherwise Uncertain World:
I've never been too certain,
of what I thought I knew,
I just can't lose my skepTIcism,
even when it comes to you.
Still, I know I'll always want you,
while the universe persists,
For all eternity,
assuming such a thing exists,
Now I doubt there's really fate,
It's just too simple and complete,
But still, there must be luck,
Or how else could lovers meet?
Now there are those who argue,
That my thoughts are too extreme,
When I claim there is no difference,
Between real life and a dream.
But even if we're brains in jars,
We are still not far apart,
A wire keeps you close,
Because I can hear your heart.
There is little that I'm sure of,
though I know this much is true,
*I love therefore I am,*
Though I'm not so sure of you.
Lets see, one more... hmm.
Beautiful:
The girl across the street is beautiful.
But it seems like all she ever does anymore,
Is stand out in her front yard trying to look cute.
I wonder who she thinks she's impressing?
(end)
Most of my poetry is ~2-3 pages long and written to be performed, not read. Words have 'rhythms' like music, and when you are reading it out loud you know where to put the pauses and which accents you have to bastardize to make it work.
Anyway, I'll throw one long performance poem in here too, but it's not quite the same as hearing/seeing it.
Whole paragraphs in italics should be rushed through with the words tripping over each other (they are the 'chorus');
Title: Why Isn't That Good Enough?
I own stock in clothing companies!
When the people who work for me ,
Aren't too busy paying Indonesian twelve-year-olds,
Two dollars a day to put shoes together,
They spend their time making you feel bad about the way you look.
The thing is,
I don't give a fudge!
I don't give a fudge about the third world,
and I don't give a fudge that you don't have a perfect body.
STOP! Think about that.
I don't care.
I don't care that you're not perfect.
The only thing ugly about you is that you want someone to blame,
for the body that makes you cry because you've got it,
and me cry because I can't have it.
You may not be Marilyn Monroe,
but you're beautiful,
even if just to me,
and the only thing ugly about you,
is that you want somebody to blame for that.
Everybody wants somebody to blame,
but maybe not every wound is inflicted,
And maybe there's not a criminal behind everything that should be a crime,
And whoever said that everytime a teardrop falls from a young girl's eye,
it's somebody elses fault?
Maybe it's her own fault.
Maybe it's nobodies fault.
I'm tired of girls blaming their sadness about lack of beauty on the media,
???And Victoria's Secret Commercials????
Young girls have been insecure for as long as the compliments of young boys trying to fudge them have been in-sin-cere.
Everyone's set on seeing life as man vs. woman vs. man vs. woman vs. man vs. woman,
And it's always,
"HE! caused all the problems in the world"
Maybe nobody caused all the problems in the world.
Maybe there are just problems inherent to the world,
Finding food, water, shelter... it's easy now.
In America?
But love?
Love's as rough as it ever was,
And maybe, just maybe, it's not because,
Men are out to get you and,
The corporations are evil,
And George W. Bush did a little too much crack with his cocaine.
Maybe love was MEANT to be rough?
Nature tears people up!
We didn't invent the system by which,
The ugly end up sad,
and the smart end up a-head,
and the strong end up on top,
and the weak. They end up... [pause]
We didn't invent the system.
It invented us!
So whoever said that everytime a tear-drop falls from a young girl's eye,
It's somebody's fault?
It's a crime,
but maybe it's nature's fault,
and maybe it's God's fault,
And maybe it's her mother's fault for marying such an ugly man.
Maybe it's nobodies fault.
Because maybe,
Pretty girls being pretty is what MAKES average girls average,
Cause life just wouldn't be the same if everybody were the same,
and beautiful wouldn't be beautiful anymore...
If everybody were.
And I just don't understand,
Why you can't see,
That the only thing that matter's,
Is you're the only girl,
Who is beautiful,
To me.
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I just won $300.00 in Keno yesterday (Sat.)
but I really don't know if these games can be called contests.