Rodents rustle-scuffle and play my neighbors jazz snare.
Singing, far-off cries of cargo trains and
The Atlantic's distant murmur.

Wind whistling Dixie. Play the cotton dance while
Crickets fiddle in tobacco barns for bullfrog croaks to
The syncopated spatter of tin-roof rain.

A mountain midnight's shuddering branch
Speaks silently, with fiery tongues,
Of warmth and gray smoke; snap crack.

House key strides carry hurried jingles,
While rubber mutters on moist pavement.
Voltage hums and ripples in mid-day humid air.

A broken dollar silver-copper-tinkle
Heard over motorcar combustion growl.
Inhale, exhale softly, softly, sing.

Notes in the honeysuckle lull.
Moments unobserved, almost unheard.

10/12/2008 11:51:43 PM

ntlb

10/12/2008 11:54:00 PM

yeah my poem languished for what was literally MINUTES before finally being recognized

jackass

10/12/2008 11:54:57 PM

I was so lost in its....umm...beauty, it took me a while to recognize it.

10/12/2008 11:56:08 PM

ntlb

10/12/2008 11:56:22 PM

btt

10/12/2008 11:57:09 PM

10/10

10/12/2008 11:58:04 PM

Nothing teaches Leesville bastards

10/12/2008 11:58:28 PM

I consider myself somewhat cultured, but poetry, in general, seems to confer upon itself an undeserved amount of importance and is, therefore, teh lame.

10/12/2008 11:58:41 PM

anyone who takes a minute and a half to read a poem didn't read at all
they only looked

I'm not saying I'm a great poet
or even a good one

but you definitely didn't give it a fair shake

10/12/2008 11:58:43 PM

Quote :

"anyone who takes a minute and a half to read a poem didn't read at all"

So by reading the poem...we're not reading it...you my friend, just divided by zero.

10/13/2008 12:00:58 AM

have you taken a class on reading poetry?
there's a technique to it

I'm not going to argue anymore though

it is what it is and you don't have to love it

10/13/2008 12:02:39 AM

Who said I didn't love it...because I LOVED it.... and

10/13/2008 12:04:33 AM

ntlb

10/13/2008 12:07:15 AM

You take the good
You take the bad
You take them both
And then you have
The facts of life
The facts of life

10/13/2008 12:07:41 AM

alright cool

I wrote this one in Raleigh several years ago when I was going to State

10/13/2008 12:08:44 AM

Calculating the End (Song 5)

Oppression in spirit
Symbolic for the masses
In their hidden meaning
Destructive forces afoot

Instructing a new age
Defying the old rites
Enslaving the believers
Caressing their beliefs

Daylight fades
Leaving cold calculations
The masses settle
Caught between the lies
Of their pretentious leaders

The leaderless armies fade
Into promises of martyrdom

Nothing sacred is held
Loss is all they march for

Only those who live for themselves remain
Awaiting the futile ending
Only to have it never come
Order was never ours to begin with
Natures forces deprecate higher thought
And destroy it without emotion
Humanity ends in ruin
The faith forgotten

Turmoil sets in
As the new age dawns
The façade cracks

Beyond the point of no return
The light of the past dims
Sweet misery has beckoned

Death Receiving
Coma-tose

Cold and calculating

10/13/2008 12:14:12 AM

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