Thirteen Tigers
Thirteen Tigers
Thirteen Tigers
Walk up to the gate in the ancient wilderness
Seven cobras guard the sacred waterfall
Cross the wooden bridge to the mystic portal
Thirteen tigers guard the passage between realms
Step through the sands of time, to another life
See the threads of destiny, which connect your life
See the threads of fate, which connect us all
See how love can rise like the phoenix
From the ashes of violence and war
Journey through a kingdom of hypocrisy
Past the aristocracy, and the corrupt elegance
Past the theocracy, and the soothing eloquence
Arrive in a town of mysterious lunacy
Where no one has a shadow, or reflection
Where women dance naked, and cry redemption
When the final grain of sand falls from the hourglass
The reaper will laugh at your mea culpa
And your deathbed epiphany, to finally seize the day
For even the reaper cannot stop time
From eventually devouring us all
Mortality is melting away
Like a careless vampire
Who gets caught in the sunrise
The sorcerer is laughing
Cause the sky is falling
Memento Mori
A new day is calling
Walk up to the gate in the ancient wilderness
Seven cobras guard the sacred waterfall
Cross the wooden bridge to the mystic portal
Thirteen tigers guard the passage between realms
Step through the sands of time, to another life
See the threads of destiny, which connect your life
See the threads of fate, which connect us all
See how love can rise like the phoenix
From the ashes of violence and war
Journey through a kingdom of hypocrisy
Past the aristocracy, and the corrupt elegance
Past the theocracy, and the soothing eloquence
Arrive in a town of mysterious lunacy
Where no one has a shadow, or reflection
Where women dance naked, and cry redemption
When the final grain of sand falls from the hourglass
The reaper will laugh at your mea culpa
And your deathbed epiphany, to finally seize the day
For even the reaper cannot stop time
From eventually devouring us all
Mortality is melting away
Like a careless vampire
Who gets caught in the sunrise
The sorcerer is laughing
Cause the sky is falling
Memento Mori
A new day is calling
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Hi Jabble
I would like to respond to your poem but i am afraid I am not going to do it in a very original way. It is just the way that it was laid on the line for me back in the sixties. Maybe that person just wrote what was said to him by another. Anyway it was to the question of what to do about the situation. This is my memory of what was written.
How do you plug a void that's plugging a void?
How do you inject nothing into fuck all?
How do you cum into a gone world?
No piss, shit, tears, saliva, mucus, cum, female ejaculate, any liquid or solid of arse, ears, prick, cunt, mouth, nostrils or any other gland done to any T of man or alligator will plug up that hole, that last desperate clutch, gone into gone
I do assure you
The dreadful has already happened.
Don't posture yourself, don't give yourself airs, don't kick it around, don't think you are going to get away with it. You had a bit of piss taken out of you, don't make excuses, remember your hands have blood on them too. Don't be too cheeky or too greedy. Who are you trying to kid? A little humility, a fraction of love, a grain of trust. You have been told as much as you need to know, now get on with it, remember there is not much time left, the floods and the fires are upon us.
Who among us is not engaged in trying to impress, to light candles in thousands of hearts, candles that will all fade out and die? We are all like grass, maybe some as grass in flower. All wither and fade away. All poetry, all prose to the extent that it is not compassion is failure. Don't try the patience of the gods.
then there was a part of nostalgic memories of youth and of new love and something about lemon peels and ashtrays
it ended with:
I have seen the
Bird of Paradise
She has spread her wings before me
and i shall never be the same again.
Well that is about all that i remember. Probably it is not a very good response to your poem and i am not even sure why i chose to respond this way. If there is anything about it you like you can find the original called "Bird of Paradise" by R.D. Laing. You can see if I was any good at keeping something in my memory from the sixties. Forgive an old man for testing his memory.
Oh yeah, there was also something about a fish washed unto the shore that shouldn't be too shy about wiggling back into the water. On the shore is no place for a fish.
I would like to respond to your poem but i am afraid I am not going to do it in a very original way. It is just the way that it was laid on the line for me back in the sixties. Maybe that person just wrote what was said to him by another. Anyway it was to the question of what to do about the situation. This is my memory of what was written.
How do you plug a void that's plugging a void?
How do you inject nothing into fuck all?
How do you cum into a gone world?
No piss, shit, tears, saliva, mucus, cum, female ejaculate, any liquid or solid of arse, ears, prick, cunt, mouth, nostrils or any other gland done to any T of man or alligator will plug up that hole, that last desperate clutch, gone into gone
I do assure you
The dreadful has already happened.
Don't posture yourself, don't give yourself airs, don't kick it around, don't think you are going to get away with it. You had a bit of piss taken out of you, don't make excuses, remember your hands have blood on them too. Don't be too cheeky or too greedy. Who are you trying to kid? A little humility, a fraction of love, a grain of trust. You have been told as much as you need to know, now get on with it, remember there is not much time left, the floods and the fires are upon us.
Who among us is not engaged in trying to impress, to light candles in thousands of hearts, candles that will all fade out and die? We are all like grass, maybe some as grass in flower. All wither and fade away. All poetry, all prose to the extent that it is not compassion is failure. Don't try the patience of the gods.
then there was a part of nostalgic memories of youth and of new love and something about lemon peels and ashtrays
it ended with:
I have seen the
Bird of Paradise
She has spread her wings before me
and i shall never be the same again.
Well that is about all that i remember. Probably it is not a very good response to your poem and i am not even sure why i chose to respond this way. If there is anything about it you like you can find the original called "Bird of Paradise" by R.D. Laing. You can see if I was any good at keeping something in my memory from the sixties. Forgive an old man for testing his memory.
Oh yeah, there was also something about a fish washed unto the shore that shouldn't be too shy about wiggling back into the water. On the shore is no place for a fish.
Everything being said to you is true; Imagine of what it is true.
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i think you style of writing sounds very familiar ( it reminds me something very beautiful from high school that i never get to meet)
it is very nice reading a poem like this
it is very nice reading a poem like this
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Haha. This is the most interesting feedback I have ever gotten.
Cheers,
Jason
Cheers,
Jason
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Freedom
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freedom is always good.
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This is a link to my myspace page, it has all my poetry. http://www.myspace.com/jabble524. If anyone would like to be friends, I just ask that your 18+, which I think most people here are. Hope all is well.
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jabble524 wrote:This is a link to my myspace page, it has all my poetry. http://www.myspace.com/jabble524. If anyone would like to be friends, I just ask that your 18+, which I think most people here are. Hope all is well.
- Jason
Damn, Jason. I am 17, I could be missing some good writing but I don't want to break the Law. Instead, here is an original work I just wrote. It is an original as well. *
Fourteen Lions
Walk up to your mate in the ancient childishness
Seven pussies guard the scared water-polo
Cross your wooden legs to the piss-take mortal
Fourteen lions lard the passage between his buttocks
Step through the sands of the beach, to another beach
it's the one next-door (which is not that surprising, both geographically and logically)
See the threads of your genes unravel, which connect your life
See the threads of your fat, which connect us all
See how lurrrrrrrrv can rise like the peanut
From the crashes of vans and car
Journey through a kingdom of hippopotamusses
Past Aristotle, and his digital radio
Past his thermos flask and its soothing herbal tea
Arrive in a gown of mysterious luminacy
Where no one feels bad, or rejection
Where women enhance their naked breasts, and cry reindeers
When the final grain of sandwiches falls from the packet
The draper will laugh at your 2 piece suit
And your deaf buddy , to finally seize the day-bed
For even the draper gets bloody tired
From eventually boring us all
My ice-cream is melting away
Like a careless person who held his ice-cream carelessly
Who gets caught in the sun
The saucer is laughing
Cause the cup is falling
Must tell my Uncle Morry
Ice-cream, confectionery and a wide range of soft-drinks is his calling
* please note this is an original
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Hi Lion, don't you mean 'hippopotami'? (That is a useful thing to know, even if you're only 17.) I thought I caught a glimpse of some Forum members in your poem, but I was probably wrong as I hope you don't think of any of us are hippopotami!
Hi Jason,
I'm surprised that you're only 25, that seems young to be as good a sport as you are. Thank you for inviting me to be your friend on MySpace. I must regretfully decline, for fear of being labeled Cougar of Cougars...
Hi Jason,
I'm surprised that you're only 25, that seems young to be as good a sport as you are. Thank you for inviting me to be your friend on MySpace. I must regretfully decline, for fear of being labeled Cougar of Cougars...
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imaginary friend wrote:Hi Lion, don't you mean 'hippopotami'? (That is a useful thing to know, even if you're only 17.)
the Lion knew that. do you really think he turns to his mates in the jungle and says "watch out for the hippopotamusses!"? but when he writes poetry he is playing with sound. I have to admit I prefer the incorrect word. If I didn't tell you that I would be such a hypocritimus, and that is the litmi test of character.
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do you like judee sill?
your poem reminds me of her a bit
i
your poem reminds me of her a bit
i
Of course I´m pathetic, I´ve spent my life getting the most impressive stuff out of the most impressive books. Malcolm Bradbury
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Jackie Leven wrote a song about Judee Sill, Silver In Her Crucifix. It's a lovely tribute.iveta wrote:do you like judee sill?
your poem reminds me of her a bit
i
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oh thank you I'm going to check it right away
for me, she's the most accursed poet now
wages war with the devil
fighting him
she lights a lamp inviting him
for me, she's the most accursed poet now
wages war with the devil
fighting him
she lights a lamp inviting him
Of course I´m pathetic, I´ve spent my life getting the most impressive stuff out of the most impressive books. Malcolm Bradbury
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Your re-write of my poem is clearly superior to the original version. So I would ask that the re-write is now considered the official version. I say this for two reasons. First, this sounds incredibly kinky and interesting: "Where women enhance their naked breasts, and cry reindeers". Second, this may be the first poem to ever mention "a kingdom of hippopotamusses".
Also, I like cougars. In fact, when I first learned that there were older women who preyed on younger men, with the intention of using these younger men strictly for sexual purposes, it was the happiest day of my life. Because finally, I realized that there were women who understood me perfectly. So to meet the cougar of cougars would be a great honor. I might even consider it a life changing religious experience.
Anyways, I'm off to work on my next poetic masterpiece- Fifteen Cougars. Although, I fear this may already be the name of a milf oriented porno.
Also, I like cougars. In fact, when I first learned that there were older women who preyed on younger men, with the intention of using these younger men strictly for sexual purposes, it was the happiest day of my life. Because finally, I realized that there were women who understood me perfectly. So to meet the cougar of cougars would be a great honor. I might even consider it a life changing religious experience.
Anyways, I'm off to work on my next poetic masterpiece- Fifteen Cougars. Although, I fear this may already be the name of a milf oriented porno.