Poem #10 - "A turn of events"

QUESTION OF THE WEEK:

Changed the question to be question of the week, a new question every Sunday, which is on my three poems of the week!


What's your favorite poetry-blog?

I found this poem in my drawer a couple of weeks ago, and it looks like (based on my hand writing, damn it was terrible back then!) that it is about a couple of years old. 
Today is my 10th poem posted on this blog! So hurray for me or something like that! I plan on posting A LOT more in the future, so keep on reading, commenting and being the awesome people you guys are! You really keep up my writing, and inspire me to continue unfolding my inner poet!

"A turn of events" 

The time we laughed has discontinued.
I wont forget, when it all fell to pieces.
The river raged on for years, but the
waterfall of  kept it from running away
deep into the forest.
Cold and lonely the cliff stands alone
forgotten, hidden, buried.

The naked rock is hidden by layers of
hate and despair
School and education stands in our way
for our spiritual shamanistic dance.
We must feed the machine
keep it running on the tracks of the
deep, blue, cold and unforgiving ocean.

The time laughed has discontinued
I wont forget.

Poem #9 - "Freshly made coffee"

QUESTION OF THE WEEK:

Changed the question to be question of the week, a new question every Sunday, which is on my three poems of the week!


What's your favorite poetry-blog?

This piece was written today for the weekly prompt over at http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/, go check that site out!

Enjoy my poem!

"Freshly made coffee" 

Sitting softly on you cushion
porcelain silence, teak-wood look.
You dust off old yearbooks
high-school sweetheart, engagement ring
The birds have flown away now
and you listen to the sound of 
their birth slowing down
moment by moment

Dreams from the black and white suburban
childhood have gone away
meaningful work is done
laundry, dishes and loving your husband
check, check, check
nourishing thoughts I have from you

Warm ovens and the scent of freshly made coffee

You raised me
I raised you
And forever my navel will remind me
of Hungarian summer days
Swedish winter nights
Danish words and caring smiles.

Poem #6 - "Success"

QUESTION OF THE DAY:
As the feedback on the former poem was big, here is a new question! Thanks a lot for the many comments about my poem #5, i really appreciate it! You guys really make this site alive, and motivates me to keep on writing! 

What do you see as success?

This poem was written TODAY as a part of the midweek motif on the site http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/. Enjoy, I haven't used much time to edit it, but I think I did a great job anyways!

//EDIT! Also posted on http://dversepoets.com/ for their monthly open link night!

"Success"

We listen to the marching rhythm of the work force

traveling it's way to the waterhole.

They greet, drink and feed of each others suits and ties.

Appearance is a sign of the content-less poets.

Listen to the writing of the lone accountant prowling on its prey.

Money is a helpless animal

hunted by

the modern carnivores.

We're haunted by a constant stabbing in the back,

social creatures you might say.

Do well 

Do good 

Do better 

Do best

Success is what we make it

birds learning to fly

Success is what makes us

forming armies of student loans and self-abuse.

Success is what drives us

blows cool air in our face at much needed times

Success is what it is

a never-ending fear of failure molding us into brutish creatures.

Poem #1 - "The chants of a poet."

QUESTION OF THE DAY:

As this is my first post on this entire blog i will start a tradition where i will ask a question  before each poem has been posted. So my first question to you my readers is:

Do you write poetry yourself? If yes, who are you inspired by?

As you can see, i do write poetry myself, and i am greatly inspired my James Douglas Morrison (mostly known as Jim Morrison from the famous band from the 1960's "The Doors") I own several of his poem collections, and i have read through them numerous of times.

This poem was written approx. around fall 2012, and which is one i have just found hidden in my drawer. This was the poem which inspired me to start this blog , so enjoy, share and leave a comment with your honest opinion. I was about 16 years old when i wrote this, and after what i recall, it was in response to my own reaction to a couple of other poems i had written at the time, how and why, i cannot remember. But now onto my poem, read and enjoy!

"The chants of a poet."

Little ray of sun

Oh how you see fun

Did you experience the laughter

Of madmen beginning the slaughter?

Yell out to the masses, hitch!

That the old woman, she's a witch.

Burn her, it's her destiny

Kill the last bit of insanity.

Little poem, you seem deep

But when will you become steep?

You never learn me anything new

You just let me learn you.

Little lamb, did you taste well?

Little mom, how did you yell

To your poor creation of sin

That you failed to throw in a bin?

Rhymes make hasty decisions

Rhymes make you fall in love

Rhymes takes place in imaginations

Rhymes fly away, fly my dove.

i don't know

what to write

but i feel

right.