confession at the bar

asphalt
asphalt Posts: 113
edited June 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Limited were my confessions
Amongst the many virtues of mine
A man of few manners
Uneducated father just like his child
Roamed for peace, a race was searching
The enormous world had few shrines
My sympathies
Remained with the sons of mortal comedy
I read you sunny
Your head is just fine
Hanging under this starlit sigma
Under-bridged just like the traffic lights
The roads to cross over your heart
Couldn’t have been more wide
But, hold your thoughts, they’ll flee
To collect garbage from the bins
Before it could be served to the swine
Worship my friend, the saint was drunk
She hadn’t noticed my independence
As I declined
The last of the glasses on my table
Had left me little wine
One more toast to this struggle
The orders from heaven have been unkind.
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  • Anna_falk
    Anna_falk Posts: 114
    A toast to you Asphalt !
    You are very good at this ;)

    (I wrote down your poem translated into swedish so I could understand it more easily)
    To worry about tomorrow doesn't make it easier,
    it only makes today worse.
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    very nice, asphalt
    :)
  • Ali
    Ali Posts: 2,621
    asphalt wrote:
    Limited were my confessions
    Amongst the many virtues of mine
    A man of few manners
    Uneducated father just like his child
    Roamed for peace, a race was searching
    The enormous world had few shrines
    My sympathies
    Remained with the sons of mortal comedy
    I read you sunny
    Your head is just fine
    Hanging under this starlit sigma
    Under-bridged just like the traffic lights
    The roads to cross over your heart
    Couldn’t have been more wide
    But, hold your thoughts, they’ll flee
    To collect garbage from the bins
    Before it could be served to the swine
    Worship my friend, the saint was drunk
    She hadn’t noticed my independence
    As I declined
    The last of the glasses on my table
    Had left me little wine
    One more toast to this struggle
    The orders from heaven have been unkind.
    Worship my friend, the saint was drunk
    is my favorite line.
    I hope I can remember that.
    T h i s i s a r e a l l y g o o d p o e m . :)
    A whisper and a thrill
    A whisper and a chill
    adv2005

    "Why do I bother?"
    The 11th Commandment.
    "Whatever"

    PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?
  • Righteous Jammer
    Righteous Jammer Posts: 509
    "I read you sunny, your head is just fine." My favorite line!!!
    It doesnt hurt.... when I bleed
    but memories...they eat me
    I've seen it all before,...
    bring it on cause I'm no victim.
    -Ghost
  • MOON LOVE
    MOON LOVE Posts: 35
    One more toast to this struggle
    The orders from heaven have been unkind.


    I love your poem....this line is perfect. Thank you
  • asphalt
    asphalt Posts: 113
    as always its great to see you guys comprehending the lines ... and anna i hope i knew swedish .. the translations sometimes bring up another aspect to the original concept !.must be good ... .....
    the lines were scribbled quite fast .... i was at work at the time i wrote this ..... .

    its good to see you again Pasta N .... thanks MOOn, Ali and poet

    regards to all ..

    see you around
  • grooveamatic
    grooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    i demand that you post more poems.
    .........................................................................

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