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Ireneparalegal · 11-14-2005, 12:01 AM

very smoothing piece of poetry.

Brad Russ · 11-14-2005, 01:58 AM

Here's a link to a poem my brother wrote. I found this website, and told him about it, and entered him in a poetry contest. The site liked the poem so much, that they put it in a book called "Letters From The Soul." He was even invited to the Shrine auditorium in 2002, to read it in front of fellow poets, and even celebrities, which was pretty cool. Anyway, here's the link:

http://www.poetry.com/Publications/d...62&BN=999&PN=1

Brad Russ · 11-14-2005, 02:03 AM

Looks like the link didn't work, so I'll just post it here. If you want to see it at the site, just type Richard Russ, and go to the poem entitled: "The Brook."

The Brook

Most of my life I was a stream, flowing seperately,
until I met up with this Brook, which grabbed a hold of me,
and as I gaze into this brook, I see your life with mine,
through thin and thick, calm and rough, always flowing in line,
as many rocks and sticks and things, attempt to block the way,
while you and I flow as one, past these everyday,
nothing can impede our path, breaking who we are,
I am yours now and forever together we'll go far,
with every bend and every bank, bringing something new,
no such thing will prove to rough, so long as I have you,
many friends we may meet, such as animals near the stream,
but be aware of those whose key intent, is that to break our team,
in these times I ask of you, please hang on tight to me,
then with my strength, backed by yours, we'll flow eternally,
never stopping, maybe slowing, but picking up again,
as life pollutes us and it harms us, together we will win,
never a split, will be found, as our brook flows on it's way,
because in heart, we shall not part, together everyday,
so in the end when finally, we reach the open sea,
I will hold you by the hand, and you will flow with me.

Richard Paul Russ

Copyright ©2005 Richard Paul Russ

Courtnee · 11-15-2005, 10:33 PM

"Fading In Sufferage"
I thought I knew what went on inside myself
I thought I knew who I was.....
It hurts to findout that you're someone else
As to who I thought you were....

And I thought I knew you all along
And I used to think you were cool
It hurts to know I didn't know you at all
Now I feel like a fool....

(chorus)
May I have a little time
To learn the God forsaken truth?
Take a moment of your time
To reach inside to you
Take a little piece of heart
Shed it with my hand
To know how just wrong I was
To know just where I stand
(end chorus)

All the things you've done to me
(All the lies I believed in)
What I hear and who I see
(All the things taken in sin)

Now everything I know is done
And that's the cold, hard truth
Reach out a thousand miles
To know who I used to...

(repeat chorus)

Now I'm Fading so fast
I simply don't care
Life's not fair!

Fading to Sufferage
Is this what you want?
Lies all your own!

(repeat chorus)

(end)

*Pleasant Tomorrow* · 11-15-2005, 10:42 PM

Welp, I already posted the leprachaun one which was extremely under rated but I'll post it again along with another one I wrote just before Holly Ween. I get bored. Yes.

Ashlee's Awesome Poem (yeah, that's the name

)

Aye Dios Mio
Cried Leprechaun Lou
He ate too much cottage cheese
And thew up on you

He danced and he dance
The jig be the cause
He just couldn't stop
His mouth need gauze

You screamed and you whined
Grab the flowers and the soaps
The Irish fool wouldn't listen
He was now cracked on dopes

Rainbows and Gold
And Cottage Cheese Galore
You got up the nerve
And went to the store

Being in Ireland
All you found there was booze
Where are the perfumes?
I can't bear this cheesy ooze

Alas! Cried the salesman
I do indeed pity you
For I was once
Threw up on too

Ill tell you what
I have something grand
This magic water
Is the best in the land

Bathe in it's fruit
It's greatness will ease
And you will come out
Not smelling like cottage cheese

So you got in
Wondrous! You cheer!
You jump out
Smelling like beer

*Pleasant Tomorrow* · 11-15-2005, 10:48 PM

And the other which I did not nameeeee (viewer discrertion advised cause it had bad wrosd llol)

Edgar P. Pitkett
had nowhere to go
His arm was half bent
His face didn't show

He walked through the woods
on the most fateful of nights
Looking for
Some evening delights

What he found
was not delights at all
but rather young ghosts
no more than four feet tall

But Edgar wasn't scared
No fear in his bones
Even with
Those haunting groans

He danced, he danced!
Alas! He cried
When in the hell
Did you fellas die?

We did in the park
50 years afore
There was shrieks and cries
There was blood and gore

LOL! That's great!
Cried Edgar, that man
I've got
A wonderful plan

The ghost children were pissed
Where is our pity?
You're attitude towards us
is awfully sh*itty

I have no sympathy
Look at my bent arm
Why should I have pity
When I was done harm?

Aye, none of that
It's time for our display
You! Over there
And you! In the hay

What is this?
We're dead, leave us be!
No! Cried Edgar
Stop being a pus_sy

The ghost children obeyed
Behind objects they hid
Whatever Edgar told them to
They did

And so they say
on the most fateful of nights
The children's complaints can be heard
Listen if you might

It is not the wind
It is not any tree
It's the ghost children crying
Bitch! Leave us be!

MsOrange · 11-15-2005, 11:22 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by *Pleasant Tomorrow*

And the other which I did not nameeeee (viewer discrertion advised cause it had bad wrosd llol)

Edgar P. Pitkett
had nowhere to go
His arm was half bent
His face didn't show

He walked through the woods
on the most fateful of nights
Looking for
Some evening delights

What he found
was not delights at all
but rather young ghosts
no more than four feet tall

But Edgar wasn't scared
No fear in his bones
Even with
Those haunting groans

He danced, he danced!
Alas! He cried
When in the hell
Did you fellas die?

We did in the park
50 years afore
There was shrieks and cries
There was blood and gore

LOL! That's great!
Cried Edgar, that man
I've got
A wonderful plan

The ghost children were pissed
Where is our pity?
You're attitude towards us
is awfully sh*itty

I have no sympathy
Look at my bent arm
Why should I have pity
When I was done harm?

Aye, none of that
It's time for our display
You! Over there
And you! In the hay

What is this?
We're dead, leave us be!
No! Cried Edgar
Stop being a pus_sy

The ghost children obeyed
Behind objects they hid
Whatever Edgar told them to
They did

And so they say
on the most fateful of nights
The children's complaints can be heard
Listen if you might

It is not the wind
It is not any tree
It's the ghost children crying
Bitch! Leave us be!

you should seriouly consider publishing

*Pleasant Tomorrow* · 11-15-2005, 11:27 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by MsOrange

you should seriouly consider publishing

ahaha, dude thanks. I seriously wrote those in just a few minutes time out of boredom.

consentida · 11-15-2005, 11:27 PM

here's one of my crappy little poems. i have no idea what inspiration was for this.

a million moments between us
have built up something so beautiful
it all happened so quickly
you conducted yourself so deftly
you know what you're doing
and you're taking advantage
but i'm intrigued
i cant help but watch
what will the next million bring?

*Pleasant Tomorrow* · 11-15-2005, 11:27 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by safety pin

excellent poem.

thanksh heh

consentida · 11-15-2005, 11:28 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by *Pleasant Tomorrow*

And the other which I did not nameeeee (viewer discrertion advised cause it had bad wrosd llol)

Edgar P. Pitkett
had nowhere to go
His arm was half bent
His face didn't show

He walked through the woods
on the most fateful of nights
Looking for
Some evening delights

What he found
was not delights at all
but rather young ghosts
no more than four feet tall

But Edgar wasn't scared
No fear in his bones
Even with
Those haunting groans

He danced, he danced!
Alas! He cried
When in the hell
Did you fellas die?

We did in the park
50 years afore
There was shrieks and cries
There was blood and gore

LOL! That's great!
Cried Edgar, that man
I've got
A wonderful plan

The ghost children were pissed
Where is our pity?
You're attitude towards us
is awfully sh*itty

I have no sympathy
Look at my bent arm
Why should I have pity
When I was done harm?

Aye, none of that
It's time for our display
You! Over there
And you! In the hay

What is this?
We're dead, leave us be!
No! Cried Edgar
Stop being a pus_sy

The ghost children obeyed
Behind objects they hid
Whatever Edgar told them to
They did

And so they say
on the most fateful of nights
The children's complaints can be heard
Listen if you might

It is not the wind
It is not any tree
It's the ghost children crying
Bitch! Leave us be!

That was great. And I agree with MsOrange. You could write your own poem book. I'd buy it.

MsOrange · 11-15-2005, 11:31 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by *Pleasant Tomorrow*

ahaha, dude thanks. I seriously wrote those in just a few minutes time out of boredom.

just think what you could do in a day... you'd have a series in a week.

*Pleasant Tomorrow* · 11-15-2005, 11:38 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by MsOrange

just think what you could do in a day... you'd have a series in a week.

Ya know...they have this thing in school where it's like a compilation of poems in this book they put together. Friends told me I should submit those two poems but...yeah...I doubt the school's going to accept a poem with ***** in it...hmm...

*Pleasant Tomorrow* · 11-15-2005, 11:43 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by TheGreatPretender

One I wrote recently:

The Shell
The Shell may slip put from under your fingers
And the regret from that still may linger
As The Shell drifts and floats out to sea
This may be the way it has to be
You may not have handled it with proper care
Maybe the sun cast a distracting glare
You mourn more and more at how things went wrong
The Shell has more value now that it's gone
Pressing on despite the one thing you lack
The sun seems to beat harder on your back
The shell was so special it sparkled and gleamed
In an array of shells, it stood out it seems
Just when you think there could be no more
Another shell is washed up on the shore
The sparkly galore catches your site
You scoop it up with beaming delight
Now you know to handle it with care
Seeing oppurtunity when it is there
Although this might not be the same shell for which you yearned
At least now you know you lost and you learned
You win you lose, you cheer and you pout
In this tidal wave ocean-washing in and washing out

I love the symbolism. That was awesome

TheGreatPretender · 11-16-2005, 09:54 AM

Ashlee I love yer poems.

11-14-2005, 12:01 AM	#16
Ireneparalegal LEGAL SPICE ;) Forum Legend Join Date: Jul 25, 2005 Location: OXNARD, CA - WHERE THE DALLAS COWBOYS TRAIN & PRACTICE Posts: 38,691	very smoothing piece of poetry.
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11-14-2005, 01:58 AM	#17
Brad Russ Member Forum Star Join Date: Feb 17, 2002 Location: Portland, Oregon Posts: 10,085	Here's a link to a poem my brother wrote. I found this website, and told him about it, and entered him in a poetry contest. The site liked the poem so much, that they put it in a book called "Letters From The Soul." He was even invited to the Shrine auditorium in 2002, to read it in front of fellow poets, and even celebrities, which was pretty cool. Anyway, here's the link: http://www.poetry.com/Publications/d...62&BN=999&PN=1
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11-15-2005, 10:33 PM	#19
Courtnee MAN VS SAMMICH. Forum Star Join Date: Mar 23, 2005 Location: Louisiana Posts: 16,413	"Fading In Sufferage" I thought I knew what went on inside myself I thought I knew who I was..... It hurts to findout that you're someone else As to who I thought you were.... And I thought I knew you all along And I used to think you were cool It hurts to know I didn't know you at all Now I feel like a fool.... (chorus) May I have a little time To learn the God forsaken truth? Take a moment of your time To reach inside to you Take a little piece of heart Shed it with my hand To know how just wrong I was To know just where I stand (end chorus) All the things you've done to me (All the lies I believed in) What I hear and who I see (All the things taken in sin) Now everything I know is done And that's the cold, hard truth Reach out a thousand miles To know who I used to... (repeat chorus) Now I'm Fading so fast I simply don't care Life's not fair! Fading to Sufferage Is this what you want? Lies all your own! (repeat chorus) (end)
	__________________ Whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection A freckle on the nose of life's complexion The Cinderella or the shine apple of its eye I gotta fly once, I gotta try once, Only can die once, right, sir? Ooh, life is juicy, juicy and you see, I gotta have my bite, sir. Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm a "comer" I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade

11-15-2005, 10:42 PM	#20
Pleasant Tomorrow Member Forum Addict Join Date: Feb 19, 2003 Location: New York Posts: 69,524	Welp, I already posted the leprachaun one which was extremely under rated but I'll post it again along with another one I wrote just before Holly Ween. I get bored. Yes. Ashlee's Awesome Poem (yeah, that's the name ) Aye Dios Mio Cried Leprechaun Lou He ate too much cottage cheese And thew up on you He danced and he dance The jig be the cause He just couldn't stop His mouth need gauze You screamed and you whined Grab the flowers and the soaps The Irish fool wouldn't listen He was now cracked on dopes Rainbows and Gold And Cottage Cheese Galore You got up the nerve And went to the store Being in Ireland All you found there was booze Where are the perfumes? I can't bear this cheesy ooze Alas! Cried the salesman I do indeed pity you For I was once Threw up on too Ill tell you what I have something grand This magic water Is the best in the land Bathe in it's fruit It's greatness will ease And you will come out Not smelling like cottage cheese So you got in Wondrous! You cheer! You jump out Smelling like beer
	__________________ my name is ashlee Welcome! Everything is fine.

11-16-2005, 09:54 AM	#30
TheGreatPretender just because Forum Veteran Join Date: May 22, 2004 Location: Trying to think of a creative, witty location. Posts: 7,628	Ashlee I love yer poems.
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11-14-2005, 02:03 AM	#18
Brad Russ Member Forum Star Join Date: Feb 17, 2002 Location: Portland, Oregon Posts: 10,085	Looks like the link didn't work, so I'll just post it here. If you want to see it at the site, just type Richard Russ, and go to the poem entitled: "The Brook." The Brook Most of my life I was a stream, flowing seperately, until I met up with this Brook, which grabbed a hold of me, and as I gaze into this brook, I see your life with mine, through thin and thick, calm and rough, always flowing in line, as many rocks and sticks and things, attempt to block the way, while you and I flow as one, past these everyday, nothing can impede our path, breaking who we are, I am yours now and forever together we'll go far, with every bend and every bank, bringing something new, no such thing will prove to rough, so long as I have you, many friends we may meet, such as animals near the stream, but be aware of those whose key intent, is that to break our team, in these times I ask of you, please hang on tight to me, then with my strength, backed by yours, we'll flow eternally, never stopping, maybe slowing, but picking up again, as life pollutes us and it harms us, together we will win, never a split, will be found, as our brook flows on it's way, because in heart, we shall not part, together everyday, so in the end when finally, we reach the open sea, I will hold you by the hand, and you will flow with me. Richard Paul Russ Copyright ©2005 Richard Paul Russ

11-15-2005, 10:48 PM	#21
Pleasant Tomorrow Member Forum Addict Join Date: Feb 19, 2003 Location: New York Posts: 69,524	And the other which I did not nameeeee (viewer discrertion advised cause it had bad wrosd llol) Edgar P. Pitkett had nowhere to go His arm was half bent His face didn't show He walked through the woods on the most fateful of nights Looking for Some evening delights What he found was not delights at all but rather young ghosts no more than four feet tall But Edgar wasn't scared No fear in his bones Even with Those haunting groans He danced, he danced! Alas! He cried When in the hell Did you fellas die? We did in the park 50 years afore There was shrieks and cries There was blood and gore LOL! That's great! Cried Edgar, that man I've got A wonderful plan The ghost children were pissed Where is our pity? You're attitude towards us is awfully sh*itty I have no sympathy Look at my bent arm Why should I have pity When I was done harm? Aye, none of that It's time for our display You! Over there And you! In the hay What is this? We're dead, leave us be! No! Cried Edgar Stop being a pus_sy The ghost children obeyed Behind objects they hid Whatever Edgar told them to They did And so they say on the most fateful of nights The children's complaints can be heard Listen if you might It is not the wind It is not any tree It's the ghost children crying Bitch! Leave us be!

11-15-2005, 11:27 PM	#24
consentida oh, you pretty things Forum 3000 Club Member Join Date: Jan 21, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 3,841	here's one of my crappy little poems. i have no idea what inspiration was for this. a million moments between us have built up something so beautiful it all happened so quickly you conducted yourself so deftly you know what you're doing and you're taking advantage but i'm intrigued i cant help but watch what will the next million bring?