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Friday, June 28, 2013

The Way It Used To Be (Classicism)

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The Way It Used To Be
Rushing to take a stand for what is right,
Using the gifts from above to strenghen your stance,
Throwing your fist in the air and yelling with all your might,
Caring more for your partner, than the steps in life's dance.
Rebelling against tyrants, at any moment ready to fight.
Immortalizing your names in history, given the chance,
Those are the things I miss in this world, that's so contrite.
The past paved a beautiful road, which we've used to advance.


Classicism
Definition by Poetrysoup,

"Poetry which holds the principles and ideals of beauty that are characteristic of Greek and Roman art, architecture, and literature."

May Sickness (Chapter 8)

Chapter 8
A boy engulfed in rage sacrificed his very soul to avenge to one he loved. The two sinners that set in motion his massacre on the innocent waited for him in Hell. Those in the hooded cloaks that acted as an obstacle, cutting short the time he had to enact his revenge, waited for him. As Felix wished he did not see Rose in the afterlife, it was his only pleasure knowing that she could rest and finally be at peace. The Devil himself did not find it necessary to punish and torment many of the souls sent his way that day, for that was reserved for Felix. He would torture them, in his wait for Michael of Hope to die. Maybe that was Felix’s one and only punishment, having to wait, but when the time came, even if was an eternity away, his revenge would be implemented a thousand times through.


The tragic events that led to Rose meeting Felix were similar to his. She was orphaned, with nothing from her childhood but a large dog, Box. He was the only bond she had with her parents, and when the orphanage denied Box, she decided she would rather risk her life than break the chains to her past. He protected her, out living the average dog. But when she found Felix, and found love, Rose was able to forget her past, she had someone to protect her. He was no longer needed, and Box simply faded, with all the anguish, all the sorrow, and tears of Rose’s and Felix’s past.

With their final kiss, she could hear Felix’s thoughts, see their memories, she was filled with joy and was able to die with a smile.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

ILOVEYOU (Acrostic)

Ideals are not my strong suit
Living with a sense of being that is quite acute.
Only straying to find an easier way
Very rarely being the prey.
Everyone says you are less than me
Yelling at me to let you be.
Offering you myself is my only plus
Unfair is the wall they put between us.

May Sickness (Chapter 7)

Chapter 7
Long ago when humans first emerged from their primordial existence, the heavens sent forth messengers. These messengers arrived at the beginning of history, they saw that humans were still attached to their primal instincts. They fought for scraps of meat, they spontaneously released their sexual urges on the women of their species. The messengers left the world of the living, disgusted and appalled.
Thousands of years past and civilization arose. Laws ruled and units, rather than individuals, chose the courses of action. Those heavenly messengers once again came to man's world. On the outside they saw order, peace, and a place free of sin, but that was just the outside.


They shared their knowledge and gave man something that had long thought they already possessed.
What man was given was a complete soul.
With a completed soul came transcendence, of sorts, putting in man’s hands the power of gods.
“Demons! Demons come to create anarchy!”
“Why else would they be giving slaves, heathens, and the like, power such as this?”
“Yes, we must cleanse this world of those demons, so that true angels may come.”
“Yes, we must cleanse this world of those monsters and those that have taken to their ways.”
From the farthest reaches of the great eastern land mass, to the plains of the west, from the frigid northern tip of the world, to its southern counterpart, man threw off its civil cloak and showed their true nature.
In the west savages used their crude stone tools to cut the wings off the angel’s backs. Obsidian blades ripped through their throats.
In the east, angels were strung up by their wings. Spears pierced their abdomens, spilling their insides.
The gifts they had given ended their lives. Surely this can not be man's true nature.
When the gift givers had been taken care of, those abominable men turned on their fellow man.
“We must never allow this to spread.”
“Yes, if it were to spread, civilization would crumble, it would be the end of us.”
“Thus, we shall contain this ourselves.”
The emergence of religion followed, and those flagitious men controlled the hearts and minds of the people. They were saints, prophets, they worked miracles, using the power they slaughtered so many for possessing. In time those wicked men faded and were replace by others and the story of history changed and changed and eventually forgotten.
But still this Churchwished to oppress the people and stop the spread of the enlightened, complete soul.
“We must stop the spread of this demonic presence!”
“No, we must destroy it, and all that accept the devil into their hearts.”
“To attempt to destroy it would be like pouring water on a mount of ants, it would kill some, but some will still emerge from the carcasses of their allies, and continue doing what they do. We must be content with suppressingthe infestation.”
And that is what they did. Staying in the shadows, only revealing itself to kill off any societal traces of what they saw as a disease. Using any means, sacrificing as much as needed to suppress the souls, the lives of the people.


Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Sailor Boys (Limerick)

Sailor Boys
The sailor boys all play fun games
It was cute to see them get dames.
Some would get a kiss,
While others would miss,
Not even getting their names.

This is my only Limerick poem, and to be honest it's the only one I'll write. I don't like the fact that it's supposed to be funny, don't get me wrong I write funny poems all the time, but it's just something about limericks that just doesn't sit right (I sound pretty stupid).

As always the following it from Poetrysoup.

"Definition

A limerick is a five-line, often humorous and ribald poem with a strict meter. Lines 1, 2, and 5 of have seven to ten syllables (three metrical feet) and rhyme with one another. Lines 3 and 4 have five to seven (two metrical feet) syllables and also rhyme with each other. The rhyme scheme is usually "A-A-B-B-A"."

May Sickness (Chapter 6)

Chapter 6
In the darkness of night, screams echoed, cries of anguish, cries of pain, heart wrenching cries, cries of such a hurting soul that the heavens, themselves, cry in pity.
In a small suburb, in a small town, horrors of unspeakable nature took place. A family forever gone, never to return. A disturbed soul, a libertine, wreaked his revenge on the world, directly on the bodies of the innocent.

Samantha had arrived to late, but just in time to see the world for what it was. What she saw were bodies, corpses, cut into pieces, laid out on the floor like a salacious display of children’s building blocks. What she saw was a man, drenched in blood, leaning over an infant, knife in hand.
“Stop!” Her scream startled him, the knife slipped, cutting across the infant’s eyes.
“Damn it!” The knife came crashing toward the child’s head...
The blade shattered, the shards falling to the floor, around the child. The man made a grab towards the baby, his hands exploded.
“You dare touch a child! You will suffer more than the parents of that child did!” Samantha placed her hand on his head.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

America, The Age of Conflict (ABC Poem)

America, the land of the free, catering to the wealthy and pushing the poor.
Blacks are all but exempt; they are seen as property and nothing more.
California brought into this nation by gold, as a false equality,
Demanded by some to spread the systems of vast irrationality.
Extradition in compromise to abolition.
Fugitives thrown back to chains, complete pacification.
Grace, all too fallen from, that was this nation.
Humble as many others were, one woman changed the nation.
Illegal activities by abolitionist became the norm, in hopes to stop degradation.
Johns and Janes educated in the taboo subject of the naive.
Kings and knights replaced with tyrannicals and elderly slaves.
Liberty and freedom for all,
Men and woman, Black and White, all readying to fall.
Night falls, creating a stage for the quarrelsome show.
Oppositions face each other, their bodies ready to feed the coming crows.
Position between this and that,
Quarrelling over the proper way to skin a cat.
Runaways are forgotten for the time being,
Say it so, as many were fleeing.
Tackless politicians following a false tradition,
Utilitarian, one may say, on their decision.
Vicious out cries spread across the nation following
White men's decision to take a stand being,
Xecute the evils of the world.
Yells coming from each side, each saying they are more moral'd.
Zephyrs blow across the grasses, to contrast what is to come.
This was an assignment for A.P. United States History my junior year in high school. I actually got a terrible grade on it (the lowest in the class), so I guess it's not that good. It's about the events (in general) leading up to the Civil War.

The Form
The information below is from Poetrysoup.

"Definition See note below: Poetry in which every word begins with a successive letter of the alphabet. The first word begins with A, the second with B, etc. (OR) A poem that has 5 lines that create a mood, picture, or feeling. Lines 1 through 4 are made up of words, phrases or clauses - and the first word of each line is in alphabetical order from the first word. Line 5 is one sentence, beginning with any letter. Note: ABC as a form has been used to describe anything from an Abecedarian poem (above), to an Acrostic poem, and other things. ABC typically has been used as a catch-all for sequential alphabet poems that may not necessarily use the entire alphabet like an Abecedarian poem. So, in reality, "ABC" is just an acrostic poem using successive letters of the alphabet per line or stanza."