Poetry/Song Stash

[Nightowl]

Post any Poems/Songs you have written.


I hate to tell you I told you so
I knew it along time ago
nurse my greed
love my soul
got a heart made of stone
she's the hammer & your the nail
lullabies & fairytales
wanted a ring made of gold
just had to tell I told you so
wanted your heart, took your soul

[The Burgomaster]

Female social soldiers,
They never stand alone.
More than merely mighty,
Their powers are unknown.

They say there's strength in numbers,
Witness to this am I.
I cannot stop there actions,
And God knows that I try.

Run, hide, try suicide,
Your actions are in vain.
Into their web they'll draw you,
And fry your f**king brain.

We cannot win the battle,
I hate to tell you, friend.
As far as I can see it,
The chicks have won again.

[Ed, Ego and Superego]

I took a walk among the monoliths
And asked a rock for advice
the rock said "Maybe"

buzzed reverie from 1990, Laramie Wyoming.
-Ed

[HappyGilmore]

Most of them couldn't be printed here.   

Lest I be banned.

[Mofo Rising]

Here's the one and only sonnet I've ever written. It's tough form to manage, and I only wrote this because it was required in an English class. It's not good poetry (the stresses of iambic pentameter elude me). However, I still find it funny, because I tried to hide the true subject matter of the poem behind pretentious language.

Anyway:

Pointless to resist, my son.
by R. Steele

Long did I live on arid plains,
Toil, did I, in swamps dark and old,
Struggled have I under great pains
And traveled in spaces wide and cold.
To the house of my father, I now go.
Heavy this matter we must discourse,
This dread outcome impossible to know.
Strong is my father, much given to force.
I shall bring myself to that place of death.
Why, Father, dost thou hide thy face?
Why with such ragged, labored breath
This baneful heritage you ask me to embrace?
Born out beneath that emperor's crown,
By my hand, I will not strike you down.