Post up a poem and have others comment on it.
When best is chosen I'll post it on a Winners page with your links and bio. Each Month a new poem will be voted on by our panel of Judges so write lite and write brite.

D

[Edited on 07-08-2002 by clay]

The bodies piled so thick and vast,
God's time on earth had come to pass,
he ruled the world for many years
now evil creatures were our pears.
Biting tearing, scratching souls,
sending all to burning coals.

~Jer~

My family regrets, the style I've been living,
So they forgot me as easy as time.
I grew up bewildered, on roads that were lonesome.
Learning to hate my chances to love.
A southern exposure, peeks through my window.
Only to find me crying alone.
The space between us, leaves me to wonder.
Who is caressing the warmth of your charm.
The child under your wing, knows me in a picture.
Will she remember, the rides on my knee.
You never notice the pain, I am wearing.
Hid by a smile, yet burns through my soul.
The more that I witness, the more I am angry.
For staying around as long as I have.
The hinge on to your life, is only a handle.
Held by the demons that bleed through your mind.
I leave you with this thought, as I find my exit.
Returning to freedom, I'm walking alone.
I know it's not healthy, but show me a reason.
For living and caring for caring to live.

Copyright ©2002 D. Walsh

Jer~ You had druggy days OMG !


[Edited on 07-08-2002 by clay]

We stood in the yard, shocked and fearful.
Many were afraid.
Old wise people were tearful.
We had woken to horror, splashed live on the news
Many stood silent, and some gave their views.
And a child clutched her mother..
And tugged at her skirt.
Her voice chimed out with the innocence of youth
"A plane fell from the sky? We should go inside in case someone gets hurt"


Most Australian's were asleep when the first events of September 11 took place, and we woke to find the world would never be the same again.
As I walked into the yard of the school where I work, I heard a 7 year old girl say that.
We had many staff meetings over the following days, to discuss our responses to students, and their many questions, on what they saw on television.
We decided to have them express themselves in writing, as many couldn't verbalise their fears.
The above was my contribution.
Alison:)

Alison,
did these for that day:
run mouse over this one
http://swishit.com/NYC.html
http://swishit.com/VON.html
http://swishit.com/WTC.html

Thank you for showing me :)

If those involved with submitting poems would also submit an image or series of images that best illustrated the sentiment they wished to convey with their poetry I will put it all togethor in a flash movie.

~Jer~

OH MAN I LOVE POEMS

here is my best masterpiece

i went to the store,
got some chips,
food poisoning hurt me,
and i died

the end :D god im good at poems :P

Heres a little Zigku for ya! (5-3-4 =)

I shot an arrow
in the air...
Then ran like hell! :D

*** THE ELLIPSE ***

Blurred ellipse holds the ocean.
When the sky falls,
Let the ocean be its dwelling,
Such compelling
Is the gravity.

The sky must fall:
Why doesn't the sky fall
And let me crawl
Towards the land-warm
Where the ellipse dies,
Where every surrounding atom,
Every jot of air
Cries,
But the ellipse.


Peerzada Salman

also from my druggy years.. oh wait... im still on my druggy years!lol
(zigku)
im on the damn curb
smoking herb
am i absurd?

somthing on the lighter side

Brian is the admin
I'm a member
know what i mean?

John's a Super Moderator
I'm a noob
will you be my tutor?

Stephan likes saurkraut
I Like anything not poisoned
about that, no doubt

Bombus is a Bee
Alison is a Bunny
Where is my Hunny?

avnone likes to skate
Blastboy is a ladies man
and AiL's got no date...

dartagnan is from down under
so is alison! (damn)
now the sadder...

Crusader for menu
AiL for java
billz for embarrasing you

Willem being
Wubbel
is it just me? or their names are confusing?

dont forget Frets
and Fletch
confusing like the Nj Nets

robwells is from UK
so are a lot of others
but im tired, OK? :D

Maybe ill add sooner
or later
probabbly the latter!


peace !
:D

When I left for Europe, my very first love (sigh...) gave me this poem. I don't know if he wrote it or found it -> though he was very profound with words. It's still one of my favourite poems. And I would like to share it with you.

'Suspended between the atmosphere and Earth,
It's surrounded by nothing, yet filled with everything.
The eternal mechanism with no name,
The material feeling with no physical shape,
The only thing with no true boundaries.
The love I have for you.'

Daniëlle :bee:

We are
..........all,
.............significant particles,
.....................................intricately designed
.................................................. ..........and unique.
Yet.
.....United as one
........................delicate web,
..........................................we Are.
.................................................. In this fabrication called
Life.


A Simple Element

I was mesmerised by it's delicate beauty.
It was such a simple thing.
Yet, complex, this fundamental element.
For one moment it was there.
In it, I could detect my image,
caught in it's silvery, glistening surface.
And as it fell,
compelled to do so by the laws of nature,
I recalled it's name.
It was Hydrogen.
Just a drop.

Daniëlle :bee:





[Edited on 2-9-2002 by Bombus : Added a second poem]

Originally posted by ~Jer~
The bodies piled so thick and vast,
God's time on earth had come to pass,
he ruled the world for many years
now evil creatures were our pears.
Biting tearing, scratching souls,
sending all to burning coals.

~Jer~

To quote Clay, Jer, you had druggy day's? OMG! Yet another inspiration:

I went to the drugstore ->
.... {after I accidentally chopped off my arm}....
<- with a chainsaw.

He he, Bombus :bee:

TIGERS EYE (http://wolfgross.com/tiger/tiger.html):cry:

At the end of a long walled garden
in a red provincal town,
A brick path led to a mulberry--
scanty grass at its feet.
I lay under blackening branches
where the mulberry leaves hang down
Sheltering ruby fruit globes
from a Sunday-tea-time heat.
Apple and plum espailers
basked upon bricks of brown;
The air was swimming with insects,
and children played in the street.

Out of this bright intentness
into the mulberry shade
Musca Domestica(housefly)
swung from the August light
Slap into sivery rigging
by the waiting spider made
Which spun the lithe elastic
till the fly was shrouded tight.
Down came the hairy talons
and horrible poison blade
And none of the garden noticed
that fizzing, hopeless fight.

Say in what Cottage Hospital
whose pale green walls resound
With the tap upon polished parquet
of inflexible nurses' feet
Shall i myself be lying
when they range the screens around?
And shall I groan in dying,
as I twist the sweaty sheet?
Or gasp for breath uncrying,
as I feel my senses drown'd
While the air was swimming with insects
and children play in the street?

I don't know many english poems, but one i remember.

There is a bird in the sky.
He drops some **** in my eye,
I don't care, I don't cry.
But I thank God that cows can't fly.

I know :sarcastic: it's a silly one. But so am I :D;)

:laugh: hahaha, ****

[Edited on 2-9-2002 by Den_Dove]

I'm working on a new look for Swish iT, and should be done this week and as promised I'm gonna add a poetry section Poem will get a month.

D-Dove, silly poems count as well so enjoy yourself

I wish i was a bar of soap so white and bright and shiny,
so everytime you take a bath, I can swim around your hiny

I have silly ones as well lol
D.

Keep them rolling

Wowsa~~

I hadn't checked this thread in a bit
some of these are so :cool:
:bunny: :bunny:

I was sitting here
Typing words
When suddenly a wasp appeared
Buzzing loudly
Obviously annoyed
And looking very weird

A massive wasp
It must have weighed
A couple of pounds!
Heading straight for me
To some eerie
Buzzing sounds

Then it disappears
Down the neckline of
My shirt
Starts stinging me
And JESUS
Did it hurt

In panic now
I tear my shirt from
Off my back
But it slides down
And continues
it's attack

I'm terrorised
As it moves into
My boxer shorts
Buzzing round
Evoking
Dreadful thoughts

I rip my trousers off
And throw them
to the floor
And then my shorts
No clothes on
anymore

The wasp flies off
Here stands a naked
But thankful man
Then, in horror I notice
My newly purchased
WEBCAM!


Paul Bearer

My sister sent this to me, and thought I would share it with you.

-------------------------------------------
When tomorrow starts without me
And I'm not there to see
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me.
I wish so much you wouldn't cry
The way you did today.
While thinking of the many things
We didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me
As much as I love you.
And each time that you think of me
I know you'll miss me too
But when tomorrow starts without me
Please try to understand
That an angel came and called my name
And took me by the hand
And said my place was ready
In heaven far above
And that I'd have to leave behind
All those I dearly love
But when I walked through heaven's gates
I felt so much at home
When God looked down and smiled at me
From His great golden throne
He said "This is eternity
And all I've promised you"
Today for life on earth is past
But here it starts anew
I promise no tomorrow
For today will always last
And since each day's the same way
There's no longing for the past
So when tomorrow starts without me
Don't think we're far apart
For every time you think of me
I'm right here in your heart

This moment of silence message is dedicated to all the
thousands of innocent people that died in the horrible incidents that took
place on Tuesday, September 11, 2001. Take a moment to reflect and then
please forward this message to at least 5 people, so they can feel what you
feel.

----------------------------------

http://www.sept-11memorial.org
a website by L.E.Benedict

[Edited on 6-9-2002 by eggs-in-Wisconsin]

To Miss A Chance

by Larry E. Benedict
Aug. 22, 2002
----------------------
To miss a chance.
To miss lifes call.
To miss a chance
to avoid the fall.

For in a heart
there is a seed
for from it grows
the voice of need.

To miss a chance.
To miss lifes call.
To miss a chance
to avoid the fall.

For in an act done
when the chance is near
done with love and truth
the voice sings out clear.

To miss a chance.
To miss lifes call.
To miss a chance
to avoid the fall.

There is a voice
that cries in pain
that has lost the chance,
so full of disdain.

To miss a chance.
To miss lifes call.
To miss a chance
to avoid the fall.

A lesson learned
from despite and fear
Oh heed my words,
my love, my dear.

To miss a chance.
To miss lifes call.
To miss a chance
to avoid the fall.

This is the Cut off for September entries:
This month poems will be judged to day and posted on Swish iT.
Winner will be notified for whatever information they would like added with their poem
It is now September 6th 2001
Thanks to all that has entered a poem your creativity and expression are admired.
D.

Roses are red ,
Violets are blue ,
Honey is Sweet ,
and so are you .

I love keeping it simple :grumpy:

One day while going to STpauls a lady grabed me by the collar she said you luck a man of pluck come to my house and have a cup of tea it may cost you a shilling it may cost you a bob it all depends on the size of your gob (sorry just had to)

Here I stand Broken hearted,
I took a dump
when I should
have farted. :cry:

D.

This state of mind races to full extend,
pushing these virmenous people to the adge.
they look back hoping for mercy,
while I look back on what has been done.

Their shifty ways look for reason,
but in vain they see their treason.
Their disarray has cluddered their thoughts,
with cogigation of past planning.

The imps of execrable things pass,
but have stopped to claim their prize.
For they have seen these abhorrent acts,
and this state of mind thats never ending.

Luke Wilkins 2002
:D

Nice one Clay .I can see you have a way with words lol

Well, hoestly Im poor at poems but I do like to write them, heres a poem I made a few weeks ago, it aint great but it's the best I could do.

Our hearts were broke, our spirits were too
But nothing can hold back the strength inside you
The anger, the hate the pain of it all
Cannot hold you back to succed and stand tall
The building was down, the people were dead
But the love and the soul's in our heart not our head

[Edited on 17-10-2002 by ReaperD]

And the wildest thing I ever did
Was have another beer
And the world swung round and clipped me hard
Just underneath my ear
And the loudest noise I ever heard
Was when I hit the floor
Man, that beer was bad, the floor was hard..
An I didnt come back for more..

THE BEER PRAYER
Our lager,
Which art in barrels,
Hallowed be thy drink.
Thy will be drunk, (I will be drunk),
At home as it is in the tavern.
Give us this day our foamy head,
And forgive us our spillage,
As we forgive those who spill against us.
And lead us not to incarceration,
But deliver us from hangovers.
For thine is the beer, the bitter, and the lager.
Barmen.