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Post by Ninety on Jul 28, 2009 14:49:05 GMT -5
Crowspeak
While the mockingbird sings to me, The crow sits idle. He has no patience for music.
His black-squawk would be fierce indeed If I didn't scream the same.
I smile and bellow my crow-yawp At the mocking bird So Crow and I can mull in secret.
He flies towards peace While we discuss the war inside our hearts.
-John Odum
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Post by Hamuu on Jul 28, 2009 19:06:19 GMT -5
I like it. Interesting way of explaining how a lot of people feel every day.
btw, the fact that you have my biggest celebrity crush as your Avatar and Sig, you are now my favorite person.
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Post by Ninety on Jul 30, 2009 20:39:54 GMT -5
Like Job
Pushed into being, Blown with cold, Bereft of health And meager comforts, I embrace all Though none will have me.
I sleep with owls And eat with snakes. Wolves tear my ankles So bats may sip thirsty.
But ever my eyes rise.
-John Odum
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jul 30, 2009 21:01:33 GMT -5
I really like that poem. REALLY like it. It sums up, essentially, how one should be in life.
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Post by Soulkeeper Julia on Jul 31, 2009 9:50:46 GMT -5
I love that second poem. I don't know what else I can say besides that. I'm speechless. c:
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Post by Hamuu on Jul 31, 2009 13:29:05 GMT -5
This pleases me greatly.
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Post by Ninety on Aug 2, 2009 1:24:56 GMT -5
When I Leave
I will find somewhere barren and august. I will walk there and I will find a place That carrion birds see and others smell.
There I'll sit and wait 'til Death wanders close. I'll call him near and we'll walk together While my body feeds the desert's princes. They will have more use for it than this man.
Do not touch what they leave in the sun. Let my bones bleach; let my tattered clothes drift. Just turn around; leave, as I have left you.
-John Odum
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Post by ch00beh on Aug 11, 2009 15:14:31 GMT -5
I think it's a poem.
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Post by Ninety on Sept 6, 2009 0:26:22 GMT -5
Impertinence
I held a spider by his web. I held his web, invisible. A single strand, I held his life.
I meant him no harm, my spider, But he spun to earth, furious. He fell and hid himself away.
I imagine he cursed my curiosity.
-John Odum
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Post by Ninety on Sept 6, 2009 0:30:34 GMT -5
For I Know Not What I've Done.
Nothing but breath Hair on a newborn But they have stacked upon each other And Atlas I shall be.
They push out a tear.
Laying here, new memories come, Add weight, and linger. The welcome they never recieved, Worn out crossing the threshold.
There's another tear now.
I have to turn these portraits down. I can't take their gaze right now. I hear footsteps and tremble again. Bite my tongue, lest it save me.
There's blood now.
An hour's grief For my life's mistakes. Petty and trivial Yet ever-consuming.
The last tear falls as I stand again.
The house has never been this quiet. But the sky has never been this starlit.
-John Odum
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Post by Ninety on Sept 6, 2009 0:38:46 GMT -5
I Miss Her Touch
Two birds call over my hammock; Argument or conversation? They toss messages overhead. My drink has fallen from the rail. My zealous sway sent it toppling. Now the night is sobering And I see the overlooked. Three stars and moon bright Make bedsheet clouds, and Pillows of hills, and a linen lake. The wind chime rings with An independent gust. She comes from left and right, North and south, Tousles my hair and draws Feminine fingers across my cheeks.
I rock a little as the wind whispers to me.
-John Odum
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Post by Ninety on Sept 6, 2009 0:41:51 GMT -5
Clouds
With violins over crickets, With a jaundiced moon And a chorus of toads, A stereo night passes While dreams lead me away.
The movement of shadows And leaps of fantasy Shred my security And draw my eyes. I should leave this place Before the rest of the past Creeps its way back to me.
A deep breath in and back out. The smoke sticks in the wet heat And shakes the oak branch above me.
Lean back and dream.
-John Odum
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Post by Ninety on Sept 6, 2009 0:59:36 GMT -5
Untitled Poem
Beads of light roll down glass in a cadence On wet and trembling hands. Cool, harsh drops glisten from Streetlight truth and dance as they fall.
Tears of longing die with purpose, Falling from chin and nose and cheek.
Streetlight and moonlight seep Through window-glass. Orange and white fill the world With silhouettes; They define life But blur the truth.
My eyes see only in. My thoughts play out On the window panes Where she always walks away.
The glass rises to my lips, Her lips, But no relief follows. I snap my teeth and glass Cracks, Shatters, Stabs. The warmth flows over and out And down Where puddles form on tile.
Reflections of a fractured man. Every drop holds an affliction, Minute but multiplied.
-John Odum __________________________________________
-I was going through my notebook and decided to post up some of the poems that are finished or close to finished. Some I like more than others. There's probably one or two I overlooked but I'll post them later. I also wrote another one while I was in the university's art museum and I'm quite fond of it. If I find the draft here in the next few minutes before I go to sleep I'll post it as well.
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Post by Ninety on Sept 8, 2009 20:59:07 GMT -5
TransientsWhat do you want from me? You have a warm coat, good shoes. So why do your eyes plead Help! while lips part for breath? What is it you want to say? Save me! Lift me from this chair And away from these buffoons! I do not belong with them! Let out that breath, you wretch. Take stock of those around you. The cripple on your left Asleep, waiting on his train. What do you think he dreams of? Is he here waiting with us? Waiting on coal and mist and the whistle! That will stir the fortunate and Dismay the hopeful who wait still. No! He is with his family, His wife, his children, his home. He dreams of the reason he's Treading on those crutches. While others sit and hope for Salvation! he takes the train. He takes the train to the city Looking, like all of us, for a way back. So go ahead! Take this for your fare. You have dived into this pit of hope Waiting for someone to join you So you can climb on their shoulders And peer out at ambition. -John Odum Transients. Soyer, Raphael. 1936.
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