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ISN

I've decided to group my efforts together in one thread.....heheheheheheeh....this one......in case anyone was wondering......

so a simple one to start the ball rolling.....

tonight is perfect
much as many things are without seeming so
looking for things to make us feel whole
half suits me
I saw the moon this afternoon
walking home from the shops
I was dressed in red and black
dressed top to toe in black and red
and there in the sky a perfect half
moon hung....so familiar
and watching over me
from now on everything must be halves
like orange halves at hockey
I want everything to be perfectly
halved
I want to be half whole
and wholly half.....my child is my second half
and my round belly attests this
his round cheeks are four with mine
and our big eyes.....are mirrored in each other
I'm half way to heaven
and the rest of the way is downhill

Being Enlightened

Indeed!

"his round cheeks are four with mine
and our big eyes.....are mirrored in each other
I'm half way to heaven
and the rest of the way is downhill"

I'm wholly impressed but chose this half as my favorite portion of the whole but that's not to say that I'm half impressed by the whole, it's just this half really made the whole thing shine!

Lovely, ISN!

BlackSin

and our big eyes.....are mirrored in each other
I'm half way to heaven
and the rest of the way is downhill

Am stunned by these verses... Well done, Weeeell Done!

FinsburyParkCarrots

I'm looking forward to seeing this thread grow.

suede

damn....i might have to resurrect the shoebox

anOmis

Originally posted by ISN
I've decided to group my efforts together in one thread.....heheheheheheeh....this one......in case anyone was wondering......

so a simple one to start the ball rolling.....

tonight is perfect
much as many things are without seeming so
looking for things to make us feel whole
half suits me
I saw the moon this afternoon
walking home from the shops
I was dressed in red and black
dressed top to toe in black and red
and there in the sky a perfect half
moon hung....so familiar
and watching over me
from now on everything must be halves
like orange halves at hockey
I want everything to be perfectly
halved
I want to be half whole
and wholly half.....my child is my second half
and my round belly attests this
his round cheeks are four with mine
and our big eyes.....are mirrored in each other
I'm half way to heaven
and the rest of the way is downhill

was bout time!
really nice writting
this poem took my breath away

of_the_girl

I've taken many sips of this poem by reading it many times. It's lovely in a very many ways. I'm happy you've got your own thread. It will be a thread I visit often.

ISN

thank you all for your comments on my peom.....:)..I really never expected people to like it in any way......I just wanted something to start my thread......feel free to post in here your own peoms if you want.....I hope it takes off.....(Suede it's too late for you boy.....I will never write in the Shoebox again!!!!! hehehehe ....c'mon)

FinsburyParkCarrots

ISN, you are a global institution.... if only we could get you to stop typing dot dot dot ...... and heheheheh... (heheheheheh), then we'd pronounce you Board laureate! (j/k)

ISN

I don't want to be Board Laureate.....(hehehehehe).....cos they invariably die soon after they receive that honour......except for Betjeman......who frolicked through life for years more....(anyway....I'll be doing my 'Peter' soon, and there will be plenty of punctuation in that.....enough to make up for at least five posts with dots.....heheheheehehe)

ISN

the letter Q is eloQuent
(it has a little tail)
wherever I've been
and wherever I've went
the Q's there without fail
I often think Q's quick to write
but linger on its roundness
of all the letters, I have found,
for Q I have a fondness

if you put u after Q
and add an I and et
the simple Q becomes a word
and the word is Quiet
what a lovely word!!!!!!

ISN

I want to bathe in ash
and burn myself alive
I want to swim in trash
and cut my fingers five
away...and throw them on a pile
I want to die and while
I'm dying scream
that this is NOT a dream
this is real life
I want to quiet the tornado
and throw mucous on the pile
of broken fuk that is my self
I want to die and scream
that this is NOT a dream
or a nightmare
this is where I learn how to die
odelay....why this?
why....do I get spat on...
treated with disdain
I would fain die with all the martyrs
again and again
I'm so sick of all the thick wide derision
my vision is to die
let me die
I can't go on
I live in Sydney now!!!
I'm okay
I want to sway to sounds of Death
and Death come easy and come quick
I'm sick of all the thick wide derision
I had a vision of hell
I want to swell on the waves on the tide on the sea of Death
and stick it to them
I'm sick of sickness
and of sadness
and of life
I want an end to my misfortune
and if it is opportune, God, let me die

ISN

Moses knowses....whose noses
are rightly alligned
if your nose is out of place
then, my friend, you will find
that Moses knowses where the roses
grow among teh reeds....
cos Moses shows us
in 'teh book of Noses'...
apocryphal but kind
of close to truth
but the closest truth
that you'll perceive
is that Moses' nose is
very crooked
but being a prophet
he would scoff at
anything profane
(like snot....aha!!!!!)
so Moses shows us....
in 'teh book of Noses'....
the mystery and the myth
of snooters.....
whilst dispelling many
misconceptions about the fate of the Jewish people
WHO ALL HAVE BIG NOSES.....
(according to Moses)

ISN

We all want to be happy....some of us are and some of us aren't....some of us are mean and some of us are kind….but you can be kind and sad…..or happy and mean…..some of us are rich and some of us are poor….back to that later*…..do you have to be young to be happy? Surely when you’re young that’s when you go through the “I’m a fukwit loser” stage at some point…..and all you want to do is be happy….or cool….but some people are cool, but not happy. How about clever? You can be stupid and happy; you can seldom be extremely clever and happy – why is this? Do you have to be fully conscious to be happy, or is it better if you’re a dope? This analysis is based on my musings on madness and the answer to madness – which I think translates well to the answer to the meaning of life.

To understand the answer to the meaning of life, you will need to have a foundation in madness. Madness is the antithesis of meaning. Henceforth, when you are mad, you are searching for meaning in chaos – madness is an extreme disassociation with reality in a bad way. For those of you who have too much reality for your own liking, try unreality – it will concentrate your minds. In my quest to find the solution to madness and unreality, I decided tonight to accept that reality is bona fide. This is a big leap of faith for a schizophrenic, but something which normal people apparently accept without question. Following on from this decision, if the world is as it seems, then I can accept the little anomalies of madness as blips. This led me to consider that acceptance brings with it relief, and an awareness of feeling happy. (Or is it the other way round; ie. I’m happy, so I can accept the anomalies of madness). Nonetheless, it has come to my attention that as soon as I started believing I was happy, then, in fact, I am happy. I can be happy not knowing the answers to the great philosophical questions of reality and being, because being happy is the answer. I emphasize the word BEING.

It’s cumulative for me; a learning process. I asked myself what was making me sad, and I eliminated those things. I asked myself what was I lacking, and I added them. This was done through sheer will-power in the face of extraordinary obstacles. My fears have never manifested themselves – hence the quote from Shakespeare (if I’m correct); present fears are *less* than horrible imaginings. Maybe I’m fermenting and this is part of the process, but if you understand what I have just written, you will find that the meaning of life is a process of being happy. (Does this make sense?)

(*money doesn’t hurt)

ISN

bump....I'd like to hear....whether people think this is too simple....and whether or not you think I have explained it properly.....

ISN

my son looked in my eye and laughed
he was the owner of a very big fluffy doggie....
then he saw his father towering over him
and his smiles increased

my son looked in my eye and laughed
he'd learnt the word for birdie....
which was 'baddam'.....
he heard a noise.....
I said.....'that's dada'.....

my son looked in my eye and laughed
I'd called him silly billy
amused, he lay back on his elbows....
his father heard him laughing....
(and smiled)....

my son looked in my eye and laughed
his mother is positively raving
he thinks it's funny....(she slaps her thighs)...
we need his father to keep us straight....

ISN

but think it is december oh what fun
don't think about the cold or lack of sun
just make ye snowballs and prepare to fight
with carrots on your noses....
and frosty pink posies
and ooooopppps we all fall down

but think it is december oh what fun
the knitting season's over....all is done
the roasting of the turkey went quite well...
and so did all the toasting
and the hell!!!! of seeing granny
like lazarus....it is december
oh, lucky us....

we went to midnight mass....
walked up the hill...
the presents all were tumbled
willy-nill
beneath the tree
a conifer from Spain!!!!
but think, it is december once again....

december comes and puddings are alight
december comes and all siblings must fight
december comes it makes me feel so good
I wish december would and should and could
make everyone's little hopes
come true....and dreams of december
make you happy too!!!!

ruby

I enjoyed these both, ISN. You can feel the joy in both of them, like they're alive (the poems).

ISN

thanks ruby....we had a great first Father's Day....:)

ruby

ISN, may it be the first of a lifetime's worth
xo

ISN

incredible that life should lead to this
a feeling of content and constant bliss
a certainty of riches of the heart
and no more shall we part

crucified through waves of blood I see
that I am nothing and that he is he
and as I rest assured of peace and part
of him....no more shall we part

and no more shall we part
not now....but now is it
it is all now....the present
is the thing
I sing for life and all through life I sing
no more shall we part