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GodChoosesLife
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8/18/2014 2:59:19 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
This is a club that figured we should start up. Anyone else who is not a part of the group may PM me to ask if they can join. If I may be bold and ask that if anyone outside the club is reading this thread, please do not post in here. This will ONLY be for the club members who are participating and they're poems that they have written. We have decided to start we themed poems and from this point on as time progresses we will do other things as well.

I will be when time changes for different settings for the poetry, let everyone know here and through the group PM of changes. This way everyone is on the same page. I ask again, PLEASE all outside viewers of DDO Poetry Club do NOT NOT NOT post in this thread. It is ONLY for the club members! Thank you and hope you all enjoy!

With all that said, let the poems begin!
Better than deserved, as ALWAYS.
"The strongest principle of growth lies in human choices."
"The Lord doesn't promise us a perfect life that is free of problems, but he does promise that He'll get us through anything." ~SweeTea
"Good Times" ~ Max
"If Jesus isn't in heaven, then it's not heaven; instead, it's hell." ~anonymous
"Suffering is unimaginably confusing, but it's a way to be drawn closer to God" ~Me
"Tell me what consumes your heart most, and I'll tell you who your God is." ~Dad
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8/18/2014 3:03:50 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
I suppose the theme is heartbreak or moving on perhaps. Here goes:

Faithful and Obedient

Faithful and Obedient,
But the cause is smitten;
Thou wast very strict, yet many declare lenient;
Silence is thy vow, though thy words be written.
Thou hast many lawyers, yet thy words are treacherous,
The ostensible victim but truthfully the mastermind.

None ever so clever as thou;
Promising joy yet controlling control.
Trees are burned for thy sake,
Dogs are beaten for thy cause,
Pigs are slaughtered for praising thee,
And thine reward is silence.

Long ago thy soldier was I,
But the helmet has fallen,
Thy freedom my shackles,
And thy love my prison.
Faithful and Obedient,
But the cause is smitten.

Alas! I"ve broken free..
Thy light is thy darkness,
Thy goodness but a guise;
Thy hate is man"s fate.
Yet, my mind no longer chained,
My own fruits and labors to enjoy,
Was Faithful and Obedient,
But now the cause is smitten.
Let your words be the genuine picture of your heart- John Wesley
Money is a horrid thing to follow, but a charming thing to meet-Henry James
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8/18/2014 6:43:54 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
I did my poem on moving on ...

WE MUST DO

It's never easy,
To say goodbye.
But it's time once again,
To confront a familiar friend.

The chapters passed;
The book's now finished
It's once again that sign,
Indicating it's up; it's time.

When it's gone; it shall be missed,
The memories, experience ; now shadow kissed.
Even though we may refuse,
Moving on is something we must do.

~ Risha
"the greater the challenge , the more glory in overcoming it" ~ Novak Djokovic

"We believe that justice is more important than peace....
We believe in ordinary acts of bravery..
We believe in shouting for those who can only whisper, in defending those who cannot defend themselves...
We do not believe in empty heads, empty mouths, or empty hands." ~the dauntless manifesto
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8/18/2014 10:30:52 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
Unquenched, Quenched Love
Bruised, abused, shot down!
Drowning in my own sweat and tears!
Oh, but the pain that once thought was gone.
It has soon, yet to be gone and away!
Tis bittersweet of flowing blood.
Blood, that drips away my filth of disgust!
Heartache of no await has but fleet!
Gleaming beauty strikes attraction.
Risky heart, must one behold of caution.
A ring that only brings of broken promise.
But, nonetheless, it's owned addresses.
"I love you" so, is words of vain worth.
True be it, for vanishing affection of embrace.
Lies from within the eyes of darkened loathe!
Tamed and filtered, have none but yet known.
Glass of shallow brings true light of reflection.
How soon has this been of misdirection?
Filled streets of chaos and woes are cumbersome.
Drones of war fire from failed intimacy.
Intimacy that none but One can truly fulfill!
A haste of pain has tasted away but sorrowful value.
--alas, alas, trust is no more worth than love itself.
What is love? What is trust? But of beauty define.
Beauty define of humble Godliness!

~GCL (Marie)
Better than deserved, as ALWAYS.
"The strongest principle of growth lies in human choices."
"The Lord doesn't promise us a perfect life that is free of problems, but he does promise that He'll get us through anything." ~SweeTea
"Good Times" ~ Max
"If Jesus isn't in heaven, then it's not heaven; instead, it's hell." ~anonymous
"Suffering is unimaginably confusing, but it's a way to be drawn closer to God" ~Me
"Tell me what consumes your heart most, and I'll tell you who your God is." ~Dad
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8/18/2014 11:52:01 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
I didn't write this poem but it enunciates many thoughts and feelings that I also have; especially the third stanza which eloquently describes how modernity replaced and diminished the authority of religion.

Dover Beach

The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits;--on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the {AE}gean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
--Matthew Arnold
Let your words be the genuine picture of your heart- John Wesley
Money is a horrid thing to follow, but a charming thing to meet-Henry James
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8/19/2014 12:19:15 AM
Posted: 2 years ago
The Land Of Tomorrow.

The land of tomorrow, a place I wish I could see.
Where I could finally be free and breath.
I look at myself and see a shadow,
I don't know what my dad get so mad of?

Is it what I think?
Is it how I talk?
It's like everything I say is being mocked.
I'm locked outside, looking inside.
I try and knock, but I'm ignored again.

But my friends are like beacons of hope.
I'm trapped in a sinkhole, and they throw down rope.
My friends accept me, fill me with glee.
I don't feel complete inside.
It's like someone took my spirit and pressed delete.

I wish I could see the land of tomorrow.
Where there is no pain, no sorrow.
Then I come back to reality, on time that is just borrowed.
I wish I could be in the land of tomorrow.
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8/19/2014 2:19:22 AM
Posted: 2 years ago
A Love For All Seasons

Love is like the seasons,
Bringing warmth and cold.
It changes without reason,
Embracing young and old.

In our youth,
Love is springtime.
Beautiful as the blossoms,
Refreshing as the dew.

As adults it turns to summer,
sultry and hot.
Our passion intense with the moment,
Lost in emotion but not forgot.

With age our love is Fall,
still vibrant as it wanes.
There is a richness with each kiss,
Romance as well as pain.

In the end, our love is winter,
cold and oh so weary.
Memories are all that remain,
To give us comfort -- or make us cheery.
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8/19/2014 3:50:20 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
Ode to Bruce Lee

Be like water my son.
Water flows freely, with no constraints.
Water molds itself to fit its container.
Be like the water.
Treat your plateaus like a temporary respite on the path to greater success.
Be willing to adapt yourself to your situation.
Do not model yourself on the rigid ice.
You would grow cold with your unwillingness to change:
unwilling to consider alternate perspectives and new possibilities,
fearful to let others break through to you,
and melt the ice you have taken into your heart.
You must be open to life, like the water
that flows willingly through the river valleys,
wherever the bends and paths may take it.
Be not like the vapid water vapor,
which travels fleetingly from place to place.
Do not compromise all your beliefs,
for standing as a man of principle is important.
Be not like the molecules of air,
bumped and pushed around easily by others.
You are your own man, and that way you must remain.

Look into the water.
In it, you will see your true self.
Mold yourself into the image that you see.
The water does not needlessly hold onto the past,
unlike the rigid blocks of ice that cannot let go their shape.
At times, you may feel like you are frozen in place.
But fear not, the ice turns inexorably back into the free-flowing water.
Your potential is always there.
Be like the water, my son.
You can't reason someone out of a position they didn't reason themselves into - Jonathan Swift (paraphrase)
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8/19/2014 4:29:35 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
Some Hikus.

Poetry abounds
This thread of lovely authors
Go forth, make good art

...............

An eye for an eye
America has gone blind
to all but color

...............

Why cries the wee lamb
Young creature of innocence
It bleats for mercy

.............

War never changes
the interminable pain
of forgotten sons

.............

Bright the light shines forth
A break in the stormy clouds
it brings wamth, and peace
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8/19/2014 7:57:34 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
This isn't my poem but I once heart an English teacher say this in class and I thought it was beautiful:

The leaf that fell from a tree
was in fact a butterfly.
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8/19/2014 9:14:12 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
At 8/19/2014 7:57:34 PM, Juan_Pablo wrote:
This isn't my poem but I once heart an English teacher say this in class and I thought it was beautiful:

The leaf that fell from a tree
was in fact a butterfly.

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8/20/2014 7:38:32 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
What is Love?

I've oft been told of this glorious phenomenon
in which Life is beautiful beyond compare
where nothing can cause you pain
such a place, can it be true?
Is it even a place, or perhaps a thing?
something more valuable than all the worlds gold
to which all leaders strive to obtain
or that which can't be traded for anything else
such a thing, can it be true?
Is it even a thing, or perhaps an action?
a kiss given to a perfect stranger
a hand to be held while caught in the rain
a sacrifice of your life, for theirs
such actions, can it be true?
Is it even an action, or perhaps a mood?
Joy, found when under the bright spring sun
Loneliness, to be quenched with good company
Infatuation, that has evolved with time
Such moods, can it be true?

I know not what love is, for it takes many forms
Each person forges their path
to meet the ends they seek
Some find it, some do not
at-least that seems to be the case
oft times I wonder, what form of love
is there for me?
Which path, what direction, to what ends
must I go to find love
they say with time
love finds you
perhaps then, that is what love is
perhaps I have found the key
for love isn't something found in you
but patience, found in me
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8/21/2014 9:14:02 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
My poem; it's about sin:

The Stuffed Toy Tiger

Young Noah of six went out onto the grass
to pick at various flowers.
Along in the party went his small friend Marty"
a pink and baby blue plush cat.

"Grrr," said Noah, imitating Marty
at the bombinating swarm in the dark.
"If you chase me again, I will eat you this time."
"Grrr," said the toy tiger, firm and stark.

A green aluminum flashlight held firm in a tiny hand
and Noah swung it at a colossal hedge.
It was a tall variant of Hibiscus rosa-sinensis
and wasps clustered to it as if kedged.

With little boy bravery Noah pushed himself at the bush,
intent on collecting the colorful petals,
which were certainly worth the push.

He passed shrubs of hydrangea and wild lilac,
which also trickled nectar during the spring.
But the petals were nowhere as exciting,
which was definitely a childhood thing.

Afterwards. He would collect those afterwards.

With the striped tiger tucked between his body and his arm
he reached out for a branch that dangled.
He pinched a bright red flower with two fingers and a flashlight
and yanked at an unsuitable angle.

The branch snapped back and alerted the wasps,
who became infuriated over the commotion.
Down they dropped like clumps of sand
to attack the strange invader who was now in motion.

Noah dropped his flashlight and childhood best friend
and darted to the darkened back porch.
He was stung once, twice and then thrice
but was safe thanks to being precise.

He was stung once in the stomach, and on the cheek near the eye,
and on a leg which was bare to the elements.
On the wet grass near his plant of red gold
laid the toy cat who was now a grave patient.

Illuminated by the green flashlight, with a leg bent around its back
the tiger sat there just staring in darkness, constantly being attacked.
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8/23/2014 12:39:57 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
At 8/21/2014 9:14:02 PM, Juan_Pablo wrote:
My poem; it's about sin:

The Stuffed Toy Tiger

Young Noah of six went out onto the grass
to pick at various flowers.
Along in the party went his small friend Marty"
a pink and baby blue plush cat.

"Grrr," said Noah, imitating Marty
at the bombinating swarm in the dark.
"If you chase me again, I will eat you this time."
"Grrr," said the toy tiger, firm and stark.

A green aluminum flashlight held firm in a tiny hand
and Noah swung it at a colossal hedge.
It was a tall variant of Hibiscus rosa-sinensis
and wasps clustered to it as if kedged.

With little boy bravery Noah pushed himself at the bush,
intent on collecting the colorful petals,
which were certainly worth the push.

He passed shrubs of hydrangea and wild lilac,
which also trickled nectar during the spring.
But the petals were nowhere as exciting,
which was definitely a childhood thing.

Afterwards. He would collect those afterwards.

With the striped tiger tucked between his body and his arm
he reached out for a branch that dangled.
He pinched a bright red flower with two fingers and a flashlight
and yanked at an unsuitable angle.

The branch snapped back and alerted the wasps,
who became infuriated over the commotion.
Down they dropped like clumps of sand
to attack the strange invader who was now in motion.

Noah dropped his flashlight and childhood best friend
and darted to the darkened back porch.
He was stung once, twice and then thrice
but was safe thanks to being precise.

He was stung once in the stomach, and on the cheek near the eye,
and on a leg which was bare to the elements.
On the wet grass near his plant of red gold
laid the toy cat who was now a grave patient.

Illuminated by the green flashlight, with a leg bent around its back
the tiger sat there just staring in darkness, constantly being attacked.

I'm guessing that the moral is that sin harms others as well as yourself.
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8/23/2014 7:00:48 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
At 8/23/2014 12:39:57 PM, LogicalLunatic wrote:
At 8/21/2014 9:14:02 PM, Juan_Pablo wrote:
My poem; it's about sin:

The Stuffed Toy Tiger

Young Noah of six went out onto the grass
to pick at various flowers.
Along in the party went his small friend Marty"
a pink and baby blue plush cat.

"Grrr," said Noah, imitating Marty
at the bombinating swarm in the dark.
"If you chase me again, I will eat you this time."
"Grrr," said the toy tiger, firm and stark.

A green aluminum flashlight held firm in a tiny hand
and Noah swung it at a colossal hedge.
It was a tall variant of Hibiscus rosa-sinensis
and wasps clustered to it as if kedged.

With little boy bravery Noah pushed himself at the bush,
intent on collecting the colorful petals,
which were certainly worth the push.

He passed shrubs of hydrangea and wild lilac,
which also trickled nectar during the spring.
But the petals were nowhere as exciting,
which was definitely a childhood thing.

Afterwards. He would collect those afterwards.

With the striped tiger tucked between his body and his arm
he reached out for a branch that dangled.
He pinched a bright red flower with two fingers and a flashlight
and yanked at an unsuitable angle.

The branch snapped back and alerted the wasps,
who became infuriated over the commotion.
Down they dropped like clumps of sand
to attack the strange invader who was now in motion.

Noah dropped his flashlight and childhood best friend
and darted to the darkened back porch.
He was stung once, twice and then thrice
but was safe thanks to being precise.

He was stung once in the stomach, and on the cheek near the eye,
and on a leg which was bare to the elements.
On the wet grass near his plant of red gold
laid the toy cat who was now a grave patient.

Illuminated by the green flashlight, with a leg bent around its back
the tiger sat there just staring in darkness, constantly being attacked.

I'm guessing that the moral is that sin harms others as well as yourself.

very good.

In the second to the last line, "leg" should be replaced with "paw" (the poem sounds better that way).
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8/23/2014 8:20:18 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
My poem is written from the perspective of one of my characters (I'm a novelist!), but it's in my voice. It's how I would word it, not how my character would, if that makes sense.

I chose "moving on" for my theme =) Okay, I kind of loosely strayed from the theme, but it's in there ;-)

Also, I'm very upset that we can't use en dashes. My artistic creativity is restricted by these short hyphens D:

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The end of a skeleton key -
Curved this way and that
Of silver and symmetry -
Bears not a dent
Despite passing through centuries

From one veiny and blotched hand
To the takers' clasp.
Their soft skin and slender fingers
Hold not just this, but its message too

They tell it to anyone - all who will listen,
They've strummed their words and their sentiment
Past even these ears of mine.
But the message I've forgotten, only to ask,
What doors can I open?
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8/24/2014 6:21:04 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
This is my interpretation of love. My theme is the correlation of love, heartbreak and pain.

Love.
Heart beating fast,
Hand in hand, red cheeks, a soft tender kiss.

Pleasure.
Contentedly, lying in one another's arms as time passes.
That feeling, that look in your eyes, I didn't think I'd so soon miss.

Pain.
Fingers clasp at my chest,
Ripping, tearing, scratching out skin.

Tears.
Why can't I just be put to rest?!
Sharp nails, biting, aching within.

Frozen.
Everything in slow motion,
The soft curls of nails like knives, their eyes alight and bright.

Numb.
Love- what a foolish notion.
Slower rips, then they pause as if vanish, I might.

Nothing.
I don't feel a thing. None of my senses stir at all.
No heart, no blood, just the dried tears and emptiness inside.

Cold.
The deceptive hope tries to call,
But all I feel is myself fall-ing, holding on to a thin string of arrogance and pride.

Love is setting oneself up for pain.
Be ready to feel good and bad, and go insane.
Trust is a gift, given to few. It's a silly thing often when someone loves you.

~Annie.
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I care about how to solve problems,
which is what everyone else should also care about.

Ken~
In essence, the world is fucked up and you can either ignore it, become cynical or bitter about it.

Me~
"BAILEY + SOLON = SAILEY
MY SHIP SAILEY MUST SAIL"

SCREW THAT SHIZ #BANNIE = BAILEY & ANNIE

P.S. Shipped Sailey before it was cannon bitches.
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8/25/2014 12:39:40 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
"Vocations of the Spirit"

Clothed in duty
Armored in honor
Righteous is the soldier
Validation through occupation

Blinded by hypocrisy
Enshrouded in piety
Righteous is the preacher
Validation through condemnation

Resigned to service
Enslaved by circumstance
Righteous is the worker
Validation through degradation

Equipped with conviction
Surrounded by cynicism
Righteous is the statesman
Validation through manipulation

Birthed to prosperity
Favored by fortune
Righteous is the affluent
Validation through accumulation

Architect of persecution
Educated by ignorance
Righteous is the bigot
Validation through discrimination

Trapped by torment
Accustomed to intimidation
Righteous is the victim
Validation through vindication
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8/25/2014 1:31:02 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
At 8/25/2014 12:39:40 PM, The_Immortal_Emris wrote:
"Vocations of the Spirit"

Clothed in duty
Armored in honor
Righteous is the soldier
Validation through occupation

Blinded by hypocrisy
Enshrouded in piety
Righteous is the preacher
Validation through condemnation

Resigned to service
Enslaved by circumstance
Righteous is the worker
Validation through degradation

Equipped with conviction
Surrounded by cynicism
Righteous is the statesman
Validation through manipulation

Birthed to prosperity
Favored by fortune
Righteous is the affluent
Validation through accumulation

Architect of persecution
Educated by ignorance
Righteous is the bigot
Validation through discrimination

Trapped by torment
Accustomed to intimidation
Righteous is the victim
Validation through vindication

There is a lot of truth to all these statements.
Let your words be the genuine picture of your heart- John Wesley
Money is a horrid thing to follow, but a charming thing to meet-Henry James
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8/25/2014 1:34:15 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
At 8/25/2014 1:31:02 PM, Ruckmanite wrote:
At 8/25/2014 12:39:40 PM, The_Immortal_Emris wrote:
"Vocations of the Spirit"

Clothed in duty
Armored in honor
Righteous is the soldier
Validation through occupation

Blinded by hypocrisy
Enshrouded in piety
Righteous is the preacher
Validation through condemnation

Resigned to service
Enslaved by circumstance
Righteous is the worker
Validation through degradation

Equipped with conviction
Surrounded by cynicism
Righteous is the statesman
Validation through manipulation

Birthed to prosperity
Favored by fortune
Righteous is the affluent
Validation through accumulation

Architect of persecution
Educated by ignorance
Righteous is the bigot
Validation through discrimination

Trapped by torment
Accustomed to intimidation
Righteous is the victim
Validation through vindication

There is a lot of truth to all these statements.

Thank you :)
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8/25/2014 2:37:03 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
Remember

Remember me when I am gone away,

Gone far away into the silent land;

When you can no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day

You tell me of our future that you plann'd:

Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards remember, do not grieve:

For if the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

Better by far you should forget and smile

Than that you should remember and be sad.

-- Christina Rossetti
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8/25/2014 11:27:49 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
Leaping on Asteroids

With my backpack firmly strapped around my shoulders
I took a deep breath and swung my arms
and rocked my knees,
ready to leap.

School was off in the distance,
out of view.
But where I was located,
I could see traffic lights and cars . . .

and asteroids, drifting through space.

I jumped into the blackness and was immediately surrounded by twinkling stars
and by behemoth asteroids ambling through space.
I was now an astronaut without a suit
or a helmet,
but I did have a backpack with my school things in it.

I was now floating to my destination,
another sailing rock in the black expanse--
a mammoth stepping stone
on my
journey to school.

As I approached, it enlarged.
And as I landed, I used the force to propel
myself
out again.

Up I went,
into space--
and to another rock.

School was somewhere close.
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8/26/2014 12:15:19 AM
Posted: 2 years ago
At 8/25/2014 12:39:40 PM, The_Immortal_Emris wrote:
"Vocations of the Spirit"

Clothed in duty
Armored in honor
Righteous is the soldier
Validation through occupation

Blinded by hypocrisy
Enshrouded in piety
Righteous is the preacher
Validation through condemnation

Resigned to service
Enslaved by circumstance
Righteous is the worker
Validation through degradation

Equipped with conviction
Surrounded by cynicism
Righteous is the statesman
Validation through manipulation

Birthed to prosperity
Favored by fortune
Righteous is the affluent
Validation through accumulation

Architect of persecution
Educated by ignorance
Righteous is the bigot
Validation through discrimination

Trapped by torment
Accustomed to intimidation
Righteous is the victim
Validation through vindication

Very interesting poem.
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8/26/2014 12:29:10 AM
Posted: 2 years ago
At 8/18/2014 2:59:19 PM, GodChoosesLife wrote:
This is a club that figured we should start up. Anyone else who is not a part of the group may PM me to ask if they can join. If I may be bold and ask that if anyone outside the club is reading this thread, please do not post in here. This will ONLY be for the club members who are participating and they're poems that they have written. We have decided to start we themed poems and from this point on as time progresses we will do other things as well.

I will be when time changes for different settings for the poetry, let everyone know here and through the group PM of changes. This way everyone is on the same page. I ask again, PLEASE all outside viewers of DDO Poetry Club do NOT NOT NOT post in this thread. It is ONLY for the club members! Thank you and hope you all enjoy!

With all that said, let the poems begin!

May I join?
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8/26/2014 8:01:11 AM
Posted: 2 years ago
At 8/26/2014 12:15:19 AM, Juan_Pablo wrote:
At 8/25/2014 12:39:40 PM, The_Immortal_Emris wrote:
"Vocations of the Spirit"

Clothed in duty
Armored in honor
Righteous is the soldier
Validation through occupation

Blinded by hypocrisy
Enshrouded in piety
Righteous is the preacher
Validation through condemnation

Resigned to service
Enslaved by circumstance
Righteous is the worker
Validation through degradation

Equipped with conviction
Surrounded by cynicism
Righteous is the statesman
Validation through manipulation

Birthed to prosperity
Favored by fortune
Righteous is the affluent
Validation through accumulation

Architect of persecution
Educated by ignorance
Righteous is the bigot
Validation through discrimination

Trapped by torment
Accustomed to intimidation
Righteous is the victim
Validation through vindication

Very interesting poem.

Thank you! I just kind of threw it together :)
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8/26/2014 12:49:38 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
PREFACE

Sorry it took so long to post this. I actually went back through some old things I saved to find it...it's from a few years ago when I viewed the world more like Esocial does now: there is no such thing as true love and the world is, on balance, a cruel and soul-shattering place. I was a pessimist, someone who felt that the transcendental mystique of affection was best reserved for fools and hippies. I have changed over the years--and luckily so, otherwise I may have missed the chance at happiness fate presented me a little under a year ago.

I would've written something new, but I felt that this was more appropriate. The theme is heartbreak and recovery, correct? This poem shows my skeptical view of love from awhile back. But, who I am today--someone in love myself--is a testament to just how much I have "recovered," or, perhaps, transformed.

It's entitled "Heartache." I have left it almost in its original form, and I preserved the clich"d titled for nostalgia's sake...it's not my best, but I like the symbolism behind this choice. I hope you, the reader, do as well.

POEM

If only winter
snows made way
for autumn's
leaves

The world
would never feel
the warm
touch of spring

From dead
to withering--
It would,
perhaps spare
us the pain
of seeing the sun
vanish
behind the cold
bite of hoarfrost

You see,
if we never
learn what the Sun
looks like, feels
like,
We can never really miss
it.

Nature plays
with us a cruel
game

If only it would never
taunt
us with such transient
fruits

Eternal summers--
beauty and passion
forever.
Yet, it is not eternal.
Nature in her spite
denies us this one request.

All affairs of the heart end,
spoiled like summer
when the leaves
tumble
from decaying
boughs.

We cannot
have summer
forever; then better do away
with it.
Better to have never
known
than to watch
as love slips--inexorably
through your fingertips.

Gone.
Decaying.
Returning only ever
to disappear
again.
It drives you mad.
Better to skip
it altogether,
and live in the darkness
covered by frost.
Live Long and Prosper

I'm a Bish.


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8/27/2014 1:50:09 AM
Posted: 2 years ago
At 8/25/2014 11:27:49 PM, Juan_Pablo wrote:
Leaping on Asteroids

With my backpack firmly strapped around my shoulders
I took a deep breath and swung my arms
and rocked my knees,
ready to leap.

School was off in the distance,
out of view.
But where I was located,
I could see traffic lights and cars . . .

and asteroids, drifting through space.

I jumped into the blackness and was immediately surrounded by twinkling stars
and by behemoth asteroids ambling through space.
I was now an astronaut without a suit
or a helmet,
but I did have a backpack with my school things in it.

I was now floating to my destination,
another sailing rock in the black expanse--
a mammoth stepping stone
on my
journey to school.

As I approached, it enlarged.
And as I landed, I used the force to propel
myself
out again.

Up I went,
into space--
and to another rock.

School was somewhere close.

Hmmm. I'm thinking about changing the last line--"School was somewhere close"--to "School was nearby."
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9/1/2014 9:58:55 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
Scene from Lara Croft: Light of Transfiguration

She entered the inner chamber with her guns drawn, her gaze periodically shifting between the flickering shadows of each gargantuan pillar in the room.

Then he walked in, smiling and with his hands clasped together.

"Cardinal Molyneux, this isn't a typical religious relic--is it?" Lara Croft spoke aloud.

"No, it isn't. It's extraterrestrial. And angelic. It was created without God's expressed permission. In direct rebellion, I'm afraid."

Lara Croft's pistols were now aimed squarely at Molyneux's head. She surmised he was wearing the same black clerical uniform he had worn when he first appeared at her front door over a month ago, to hire her for this impossible expedition. She said, "And for what purpose did these . . . beings collaborate and create the terra rebellis stones?"

Molyneux let out a hard laugh. "I thought you would have figured that about by now, world-famous archaeologist/adventurist! Surely your mind can unlock the world's hardest puzzles--solve its greatest secrets?"

"Not this one, I'm afraid," she sniped back. "I admit this one has me wondering." She then announced the only answer she could think of; she placed just enough pressure against the pistol triggers to prevent them from going off. "God complex. These two races gradually became frustrated from living in God's shadow and wanted more power for themselves."

"Hardly," Molyneux bellowed in response. He then meditated on the answer, briefly looking to the ceiling of the cavernous room. The walls of the stone archway behind him pulsated a miraculous blue light, revealing strange, illuminated letters of an unknown language. "Well, not exactly," he corrected himself. He then removed his clerical cap to reveal his silver hair and his real age.

"A word of caution, Ms. Croft. This discovery took me by surprise." Molyneux played with the cap in his hands, turning it over and over; the black stone hung at his chest, hanging from two pieces of elastic thread. "From what this cabal could piece together, the angels were entrusted--"

"The Pre-terrestrials," Lara Croft corrected him.

Molyneux nodded. "The Pre-terrestrials were entrusted to facilitate the will of God in the universe. The material substance God had laid in the vacuum--a piece of himself--was to be distributed evenly throughout the nothing; the Pre-terrestrials were charged with making sure everything went smoothly, with greasing the wheels and eliminating any snags if you will. God's will is and has always been perfect equality."

"And for billions of years the Pre-terrestrials were fiercely loyal to God . . . until they encountered something that totally caught them by surprise."

"Which was, Molyneux . . . ?" Lara wasn"t sure if he she should believe him.

"Intelligent life. Created by the interplay of substance and vacuum. Biological life-forms, Ms. Croft. The alien race on Aurum." Molyneux looked to the ground as he spoke, occasionally gesticulating with his hands for emphasis. "It was a complete shock to the angels when they encountered it. Overtime, many became attached to the life-forms and were moved by their biological feelings . . . by their suffering and inexorable deaths. Though these protoplasmic beings existed quite by accident, they were incompatible with an inhospitable universe like this one . . . with the will of God. As years elapsed, some angels completely abandoned the roles God had entrusted to them, instead pre-occupying themselves in finding ways to improve life for the extra-terrestrials. A few, moved by the grief, the misery, and the suffering of the aliens, even secretly conspired to do something about it--and inevitably embarked on the creation of the terra rebellis--ethereal matter you've read about in books.

"Rebellious matter," Lara responded. "The thing hanging from your neck. Well that explains all the strange events and weird mutations I've come across over the last month. Rebellious matter was intentionally created to not obey the laws of nature."

"And to do the will of its possessor," Molyneux interrupted. "But during its creation it completely annihilated the planet Aurum and its billions of intelligent inhabitants. Horrified, the angels fled and came here."

"However, let's not forget the main reason why these stones were created, Ms. Croft." Molyneux's eyes were glazed over staring at her, exuding confidence. "And that's to create heaven. Having surveyed the vulnerabilities of intelligent biological life--our vulnerabilities, our weaknesses--the angels concluded that this universe and its laws would have to change; it would have to be altered into something more suitable--less harsh. No doubt, we too will have to be physically transformed, including the plants and animals, to make ourselves impervious in the new reality. Plainly speaking, our objective is a perfect paradise. Nothing short than the place depicted in holy books." Molyneux's eyes were enlarged in exhilaration and he raised his arms up like a runner that had just won a race. "This cabal is set to begin the transformation."

Lara allowed his initial explanation to turn in her head. It completely made sense. It explained the deathdefying powers Donovan and Chang had, and that mutated Emilio into a hideous monster in the Buddhist temple. It explained animal mutations she had come across in the Las Vegas Casino and the quantum tunneling performed by business magnate Carl Schiff in the ensuing firefight. The immensely powerful terra rebellis artificats were both extraterrestrial and angelic--they had to be. Only this explanation alone was compatible with everything she had experienced over the last month. What the Pre-terrestrials and Aurum had created wasn't a solution to the problem of pain--but an annihilative device to end all suffering (and life) everywhere. Unintentionally, the two races had created not a means to constructing heaven, but the most-horrifying weapon of mass destruction ever built.

It had to be destroyed. Heaven will come another way, Lara Croft thought. She then realized what she had to do.

She kept up the charade. "This is all very interesting, Molyneux, but there's still one thing you haven"t told me: from where did the Pre-terrestrials come?"

The tall, svelte Molyneux placed his hands on his hips. "Good question. From the same plane of existence or whatever as God, I suppose. We don't know. We know practically next to nothing about the origin of the angels--or God, for that matter."

Behind the Cardinal in the scintillating tunnel beneath the archway, Lara spotted several cabal-members approaching the sacred room, draped in heavy brown cloaks and sporting the order's distinctive black symbol on their chests; their faces were entirely concealed, with the exception of the chin.

Cardinal Molyneux, standing tall and meditating, allowed the black stone to miraculously sink into his chest, like water sinking and disappearing into the soil. He gasped euphorically. He then levitated himself a foot above the ground and put out his hand, offering it to Lara. "And as a reward for you loyalty, world-renown archaeologist--Lara Croft--this order graciously request that you join us, in the creation of a new, more-perfect universe."

He laid his hand open, fully expecting that she would accept.
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9/1/2014 10:02:59 PM
Posted: 2 years ago
Scene from Lara Croft: Light of Transfiguration (continued)

Lara Croft, shocked, gently let her aim drop. She was overwhelmed with this invitation. She let her mind go and saw incredible visions. Her dead mother and father . . . they were standing before her, raised from the dead. She went out to introduce herself and hugged them both, embracing them with all her bodily strength. She saw old friends long gone, some of them lost to expeditions, standing in front of her, greeting her again; she saw a world transformed, where dangerous predators lay complacently next to their natural prey, grooming them instead of eating them--there was no longer any need to eat each other. She saw an incredible civilization on Earth, made-up of tall white and golden buildings and new people with glorious, impervious bodies, chiseled and well-defined . . . and she saw peace. There was no war anywhere. She saw herself gazing out at the cosmos with bionic but natural eyes, zooming in on distant planet, colonized by the impervious, perfected humans. She saw that they took from the environment only what they needed and were able to repair anything that went temporarily damaged. She saw that people did not die and that there was little to no grief in the universe. Mmm, heaven . . . Lara thought.
And then she saw the Earth in chaos, consumed by a giant, black living goop. The goop expanded and people went fleeing from it, screaming for their lives. People blamed each other and fought each other and the goop, in a military conflagration for limited resources. All life on Earth was threatened and eventually the goop completely overtook the Earth and reached for the stars, to threaten everything . . .
Lara shook her head to snap out of it. She remembered the extinction event on Aurum, that had annihilated an entire sentient race. That isn't happening here, she affirmed to herself.
Molyneux still held his hand out, convinced Lara Croft would accept it. He announced nothing, apparently waiting patiently for the rest of the cabal to join the two of them.
Lara Croft allowed one of her arms to gently drop and inserted a hand-held pistol into the holster, where the black terra rebellis stone she had collected 48-hours earlier was now liquefied at her mental command. She let the tip of the pistol dip into the black goopy substance. She then raised the gun again and aimed it squarely at Molyneux's head.
Molyneux's face temporarily expressed confusion.
Lara pulled the trigger twice and Molyneux crashed to the floor like the black stone that once hung at his chest would have. He was lifeless. Lara Croft knew that what she had done was necessary.
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9/3/2014 12:05:41 AM
Posted: 2 years ago
Just
William Morriss

a goddamned native tribe unbaptized
a baptist sunday saint condemning
a condemned business tithing bankrupt
an eruption smoke smiting shelter
a shell bright smashed sand underfoot
a football win praise hallelujah
a hallowed land trade casino windfall
a fallen soldier rotten grave unmarked
a marksman proud heads pierced afar
a farce grapevine plan perfect bestseller
a cell duped swollen colon ambush
a bushfired church town gone with the wind
a wind gust tip boat lost at sea
a secret heartfelt prayer unanswered
a surly brat shout gets his way
a wayfound peaceful soul goddamned
in the blink of an eye you finally see the light