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« on: January 25, 2008, 08:03:24 AM »
i have been writting poetry for almost 45 years
some decent, most dreck that i can hardly stand
to look at..i thought to start a thread to share it
and to invite All and all to share Their poems
or the poems of others that they love

when i first came to gor.. i was about as stupid as
you could get..totally clueless..a great slave took
me under her wing..and in a harsh world showed
me how to make my way.. about the third day she was
practing a dance.. and these words.. unbidden
came tumbling forth from me




i know why i am crying

why the sob rises hot and hard in my throat

some beauty is too painful to bear

no..it's  not the hair whipping like a silken wind

or even the complex dances of ruddy gold torch light
                                               on sweat slicked skin

  la kajira.... the naked baring of her soul


« Last Edit: January 28, 2008, 02:43:56 PM by dakota{property of Tira} »
..you can not grasp it.
 You can  only touch the  fire and be seared by it,  even destroyed  in it's embrace, but never can you hold it, not for a heartbeat.

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Re: songs
« Reply #1 on: January 25, 2008, 08:11:57 AM »
the genesis of this one was in the last
five lines.. it was received well.. and i was told
it was too short,, and to expand it  or else




i walked
down long hard roads
Where the wind was as cold as stone
and the sun burned like iron

i walked
thru mist clad woods
where silence held sway

I walked

footsore and weary

past deep shaded trees
and sweet water streams

i ran

to where you said you would be

you were not there



i waited all day for you



i waited all the next day for you



Today ...it rained all day
hard..cold....steady



That drumbeat sound
was the only thing that made the silence

..............bearable 
« Last Edit: January 25, 2008, 08:15:46 AM by dakota{property of Tira} »
..you can not grasp it.
 You can  only touch the  fire and be seared by it,  even destroyed  in it's embrace, but never can you hold it, not for a heartbeat.

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Re: songs
« Reply #2 on: January 25, 2008, 08:31:33 AM »
i have always love the Northen poetry
sagas, Edda's and so on.. one poem that
has always had an effect on me was the
11th century, Celt, The Poem of Amigan
this one found it's form from that..so
i append it below

i am
a house of many rooms

and all my rooms
are filled
with ashes


in the room where golden roses glowed
in the room where hot stones smoked with bitterness
in the room where lovers' moaned
in the room where brightness roared
in the room where we wept all night
in the room
where we smiled and joked

in the room with shadows on the walls
in the room where we breathed the light
in the room where we sat and said nothing
in the room where kindness sat with me
in the room where i waited all day for you
in the room where i ran to and from joy
in the room where you said you would never let me go




there was a very informative book about
the following poem The White Goddess
by Robert Graves, who wrote such fascinating books
as I Claudius, Claudius the God, and King Jesus
a caveat, reading the book took away a lot of the
poems' magic for me


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I am a stag:            of seven tines
I am a flood :           across a plain
I am a wind:            on a deep lake
I am a tear:            the Sun lets fall
I am a hawk:           above the cliff
I am a thorn:           beneath the nail
I am a wonder:        among flowers

 I am a wizard:        who but I Sets the cool head aflame with smoke?

I am a spear:          that roars for blood
I am a salmon:        in a pool
I am a lure:            from paradise
I am a hill:             where poets walk
I am a boar:           ruthless and red
I am a breaker:       threatening doom
I am a tide:           that drags to death

I am an infant:       who but I Peeps from unhewn dolmen arch?

I am the womb:      of every holt
I am the blaze:       on every hill
I am the queen:      of every hive

I am the tomb:       of every hope
« Last Edit: January 28, 2008, 02:45:26 PM by dakota{property of Tira} »
..you can not grasp it.
 You can  only touch the  fire and be seared by it,  even destroyed  in it's embrace, but never can you hold it, not for a heartbeat.

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Re: songs
« Reply #3 on: January 28, 2008, 03:07:49 AM »
dakota,

I think that this is a wonderful idea..... and I have two reasons for posting here.....

1. I think that this is a beautiful idea and want to see it prosper.

2. I had something to share too!

and I have to get a little background...... I wrote this poem a few years ago...... I was still in high school...... it was when I was writing lots of poetry and I had gone through a troubling period with My best friend who was Male and couldnt see the potential happiness in front of his face.........

I cried alot while writing this poem and its not based on fact but on feeling........


(Also please pardon the grammar mistakes....... I already spell checked it so it should be fine there)

YOUR STUPID MISTAKE
The words ive longed to say,
are bitter on my tongue.
the life that eludes me,
the life that i want the most,
is the life i've dreamt of having with you.
i want to wake up next to you,
again and again.
let me love you gently.

please

do you remember the times you held me?
when i cried?
you never knew....
i cried over you.
there is no excuse for,
for that night,
a memory we'll both hold tight.
i knew i had too many,
two, too many drinks,
under my belt.
that night.....
we argued over nothing.
when i fell into your arms,
we just, fit togther.
i think.....
i think that was the moment i knew,
i knew you surrendered,
i knew i could have you.

when your mouth crushed mine,
i could feel your pain and suffering.
i wanted to take it all away.
a little while later you told me,
as we lay drunkenly stupid,
with passion and pleasure,
you told me,
that you would love me eternally.

i woke to the sunlight's first beams,
gently spraying across your back.
your careless embrace keeping me warm,
as the crisp spring air toyed with your hair.
i could still taste you on my lips.
i could have lingered in that moment forever,
with your breath on my neck.
i came crashing down to earth,
when you awoke.
you kissed me sleepily and realized,
realized that you let me get too close.
you would'nt let yourself love me,
and we had just pledged our love,
Mind, Body, and Soul.

when you walked away,
i felt my heart rip,
with every step you took.
i wanted to run after you.
i would have lied to you,
laid my life on the line,
to keep you there.
to tell you...
i'm capable of loving you.
that we could work it out...
togther.

but no, i stayed,
letting your taste linger on my tounge,
it's now like venom in my throat.
the thought of you loving me,
then calmly walking away,
now when i see you,
i feel the bile churn in my stomach.
not because i've lost you,
but because you lost yourself,
you brought this punishment,
on to you.

somehow it seems you like crying,
without someone to hold you.
you like stepping on your own heart.
you seem like you truly enjoy.....
living a miserable life,
soaking in your sorrows,
and wallowing in your own self pity.
instead of letting someone who loves you,
smile at your imperfections,
and balance your impurities.

you,
my truest love,
my soul mate,
whom i loathe and despise.
just one more thing,
even if you don't let me in,
let me be a part of you.
i'll be there,
haunting you,
chipping at your soul.....
waiting,
begging you to....
to tell me,
tell me you love me again.

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Re: songs
« Reply #4 on: February 22, 2008, 08:29:27 AM »
i wrote this a few months after i first came on gor

i am: All songs unsung

i am: All tears unshed

i am: All dreams undreamed

i am: All hopes unfilled


i am: The golden bell in the mist

i am: The ice the sun melts

i am: The waters that part

i am: The night the sun burns away


i am: The joy revealed

i am: The home that is found


i am: The clouds wind scattered

i am: The lover's moaning


.i am: The cry in the night

i am: The sheild that shatters

i am: The willow that bends

i am: The shadow on the sky


i am: The echos all hidden

i am: The brightness roaring

i am: The runner running

i am: The song in chains

..you can not grasp it.
 You can  only touch the  fire and be seared by it,  even destroyed  in it's embrace, but never can you hold it, not for a heartbeat.

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Re: songs
« Reply #5 on: February 22, 2008, 08:53:12 AM »
Dakota,

i really liked your I am poem...s...
SOME PEOPLE ARE LIKE SLINKIES - NOT REALLY GOOD FOR ANYTHING BUT THEY BRING A SMILE TO YOUR FACE WHEN PUSHED DOWN THE STAIRS.

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Re: songs
« Reply #6 on: February 22, 2008, 09:08:19 AM »
thank You Hippie
..you can not grasp it.
 You can  only touch the  fire and be seared by it,  even destroyed  in it's embrace, but never can you hold it, not for a heartbeat.

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Re: songs
« Reply #7 on: February 23, 2008, 03:05:08 AM »
I really liked the I am poem as well.......

I think I may use something similar next time I get into a poetry mood.....

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Re: songs
« Reply #8 on: February 23, 2008, 07:05:38 AM »
i have always (in spite of my friend who is a Doctor of English
protestations,,) been drawn to the format of incremental
repatation.. the beat and counter beat
« Last Edit: February 25, 2008, 06:28:31 AM by dakota{property of Tira} »
..you can not grasp it.
 You can  only touch the  fire and be seared by it,  even destroyed  in it's embrace, but never can you hold it, not for a heartbeat.

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Re: songs
« Reply #9 on: February 23, 2008, 09:18:49 PM »
dakota,

What a gift you have with words.  *S*  It's a pleasure to be able to read them-- so thank you for sharing them. 

Nex


   
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Re: songs
« Reply #10 on: February 24, 2008, 12:56:31 PM »
You are most welcome.. and one wil post
more as time permits, Mistress
..you can not grasp it.
 You can  only touch the  fire and be seared by it,  even destroyed  in it's embrace, but never can you hold it, not for a heartbeat.

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Re: songs
« Reply #11 on: March 03, 2008, 01:46:42 PM »
the following was an intresting exercise..
 long before i had met Mistress i was once being
punished by being caged.. another slave was in
another cage.. and it was the wee hours of the
morning and we were talking...

we talked about the nature of Love..of the One
her recent experiences were of a bitter nature
and she used the words "painted smile
on painted lips"..a phrase that struck me to the core

i started throwing out phrases and ideas..she
would alter and combine them, then give
them back to me.. in in turn would tweak
them and bat them back to her

this went on for hours.. the poem grow and condensing
in turn..the resulting work is a mixture of our
words and ideas





An empty chalice
Once was full
Now drained
Discarded ‘neath sullen sky
Neither you
Neither i

A painted smile on painted lips
Words you want to hear

An empty glass for you to drink
Come quench your thirst
An empty plate for you to eat
Come take your fill
Flowerless vase
On empty table
Come choose your bloom

A painted smile on painted lips
Words you want to hear

A gloved hand full of you
Not i
Never seeing past the skin
The beat of lonely heart within
Words unsaid
Songs unsung
Voice unheard

A painted smile on painted lips
Words you want to hear


Unseen tears
Under moonless sky
Empty hand
Holding empty heart
Shattered dreams
Sharded glass
I once was more than

A painted smile on painted lips
Words you want to hear
..you can not grasp it.
 You can  only touch the  fire and be seared by it,  even destroyed  in it's embrace, but never can you hold it, not for a heartbeat.

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Re: songs
« Reply #12 on: March 03, 2008, 02:26:54 PM »
Oh my god dakota.......

I believe that this is the best thing that youve posted so far.......

omg......

*goes to reread*

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Re: songs
« Reply #13 on: March 03, 2008, 02:47:49 PM »
thank You, perhaps because it  is a fusion of
styles ( i still itch to change some words) and
sensabilites.. certainly on my own.. i would have
never writen anything like this.. and  fact
i have a radical diffrent personal viewpoint

the line "a glove full of You not i" was mine
but i see it diffently (glass half full or half empty)

to me it means that i am the glove, Mistrsss the
hand that fills it. . and gives me  purpose and movement


thank You for Your intrest and kind words, Mistress
« Last Edit: March 04, 2008, 07:22:52 AM by dakota{property of Tira} »
..you can not grasp it.
 You can  only touch the  fire and be seared by it,  even destroyed  in it's embrace, but never can you hold it, not for a heartbeat.

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Re: songs
« Reply #14 on: March 13, 2008, 12:52:13 PM »
just somethimg that tumbled out, one day before work.

We must all of us

Seek out joy and happiness
 
for

sadness and sorrows

Will find us

Of their own accord
..you can not grasp it.
 You can  only touch the  fire and be seared by it,  even destroyed  in it's embrace, but never can you hold it, not for a heartbeat.