*WEEK 2*...

[sirmavers]

Since I did not get much attention from the first weeks topic, thought I'd best try again in hope of more success

This week, the topic is:

MAKING THE MOST OF LIFE

Basically, what it says above, write something about it

Here's my attempt:

If you don’t tell me what you see,
That I shan’t strike a chord,
You can keep your wisdom to yourself,
And die by your own sword,
The meaning of life won’t present itself,
Some things you have to come and find,
Close your eyes and dig down deep,
Please sleep long whilst you unwind,
The depths of everybody’s soul,
Are down a path we cannot see,
I can’t give you help and find your voice,
Unless the wind takes me,
I’ll ring a bell and gather all,
Who believe in the words I say,
Whilst many are present you weep at home,
And ponder life for another day,
Please love don’t let waves of regret,
Drown every single tear of joy,
Only ponder endeavors you seldom seek,
And your soul shall never be destroyed,
Perfection can be sought by none,
Let life’s burdens tender to their own needs,
Take every rejoicing moment as your last in life,
And little tears in life will you lead,
The horizon presents itself at will,
Both hands should be sun bound,
Acquaint yourself with my touch,
You have been found.

[Darren]

I thought I would try to get more involved, so please take it easy on me Ant

I've drifted a little from the subject and it went very morbid, it was supposed to be about my wasted years and never fore filling my life back then but I ended carrying it on as thought I never changed anything up until my death!

A bit short but here goes....


So many things I never did and so many places to go
Closest thing to an adventure is a bottle of Bordeaux

When did I stop living? When did I even start?
Wasted it all away but really you were quite smart

Letting time pass me by was pretty much being feeble
Wishing I had the confidence of someone like Evel Knievel

This life has been a journey towards my lonely death
Nothing to show the world apart from my last breath

No bright lights, no warning, never even said goodbye
This can't be the end? I've done nothing but die

Ready to go there's nothing around but the steeple
I thought I was the empty one where's all the people?

"He was quiet, never said much, maybe too shy"
More regrets but no feelings to show, I can't even cry...

[sirmavers]

I like it mate. But you do drift a bit like you admit. We are all guilty of that though

[Darren]

Nice one Ant, I'm trying

Yeah I did drift away on that one but I hope this one is more on subject - should their be a structure to poetry or does anything go?

Never got it at school, so never really interested me until recently, I just think, write and rhyme

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Life is what you make of it
Saving the memories of what you did

You should live for today
Even when you're down to the last quid

Maybe that's a bit extreme
Just want to show that I have lived

Time passes by so quickly
Like an auction with a solitary bid

One long road drifting away
Enjoying the journey, avoiding a skid

Nothing ever is set in stone
You're not reading from a reference grid

Leave behind inhibitions
Stop the restrains, before you would have hid

Never too late to change
Pleasure is found when I can lift of the lid

[Exo-Happiness]

There shouldn't be any structure unless you want it to.
Mine rarely has structure. I find that if i have to think about which words to rhyme, I lose the true meaning of the poem. It becomes something more superficial. Whereas Ant appears to have a way of rhyming and getting the effect and emotions he wants across. I guess i just prefer not to rhyme. But I do sometimes. Your poems are good though. I'm gonna try and get one up tonight if i can. x

[sirmavers]

Please so mate, you've yet failed to impress us

[Darren]

Thanks to both of you, I know you mean when you try to keep the rhyme up exo, it can get a bit manufactured, I'll try and avoid that in my next one but I'm not promising

[Exo-Happiness]

It all seems nicer when it rains
The pathetic phalicy is false.
The trees may seem darker,
The sky heavier,
But the dense beauty of the atmosphere
Resonates with the sounds of weather.

The pitter patter of love.
The cries of laughter.
The tappings of happiness.
Are all trapped within those
Droplets of water.

The same drops that fill
Our planet with pools of necessity.
Lakes and rivers and streams
All flowing or at a standstill.
Rippling with circular smiles.

The trees glisten with the skie's diamonds.
The grass evokes a smell of autumnal fun.
It all seems nicer when it rains.

[dontask]

you've flown the roost,
heading for a greener plain,
you'll use any old excuse,
when love begins to wain,
and the idea of coming out of cave,
is one that makes me afraid,
i wonder if i'll behave?

its hard to make the most of it,
with this chain around my neck,
i gain your trust as you lose your kit,
i sit inside and read,
while they go inside you,
and satisfy the greed.

i wont be held down by this,
you wont always be there,
like 17 pints of guinness,
yes liam fray, i can play guitar,
when it comes to fun,
this should take me far.

there could be utopia over this hill,
but we'll always choose dystopia,
and a cheap thrill.

[benraul]

I really like Exo-Happiness writing style. very good indeed.