Poetry is Fun

I wasn't quite sure what the subject of my second post on this blog should be, when it came to me quite suddenly while discussing NaNoWriMo with my good friend (for those of you who do not know, NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month, is an event which you can join and who's purpose is to write a 50,000 word novel within the month of November): poetry. I went into my room and dug up the binder dedicated to holding all my old poetry -- no matter how embarrassingly terrible -- and picked two. These two poems, both at LEAST a year old, will now be posted up on my blog for the world to see (or at the 9 or so people who are currently my followers), to critique if they wish (be nice please!), to take example from if so inclined (though i doubt that will happen), or to simply be amused by.
So.

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The first poem is terrible, but has an interesting story behind it. I actually had a dream involving orphans and nuns and skipping through the forest (not necessarily in that order (and yes I am aware of how bizarre that sounds, but I had a really big dinner that evening)), and in this dream, whilst skipping with the aforementioned orphans past some docks, I began to sing this song with them to the tune of 'The World is About to Turn' (I'm pretty sure that day was also a liturgy day in school...my dreams tend to incorporate random parts of my day (the nuns came from the premier of The Sound of Music on ABC Family that night)).
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As I walked by the briny sea
What a sight should there meet me?
A white ship with a whiter mast
Having come right out of the past.

As the snow did fall and the wind did call,
A song for and heard by all,
I marched on past never asking why
That ship did sail on by.

I walked on through the ice and the cold past the ship from days of old,
And as the bell did ring and the men did sing I waved and continued home.
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After I woke up, realizing how crazy it was to have dreamed a song, I grabbed the ever present notebook and pen on my bedside table and scribbled the words down before going back to sleep.
And so, although the song itself may be terrible, the way it was written -- in my dreams -- is cool, no doubt about it, and so merits a post on my blog.

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This next poem is called Beautiful and I really like it. I'm not quite sure why as it is decidedly morbid, and a bit, if not extremely odd, but I absolutely love it. It is as of yet incomplete -- although I wrote it last year, I never added the extra stanza I felt was necessary to complete it. But, because I am so fond of it, I decided to post if up as poem number two.
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Hey there beautiful.
How's life for you?
Passing by with the changing sky,
A burst and a slide like a wild ride?
How's life for you?
I hope it's right,
I hope that it's a beautiful sight;
I hope it's filled with the good of this world,
Colors and light, moving and swirled.
I hope that you love it, that you clasp it tight
And that when it goes, you stay and you fight,
Swinging your your blade of midnight pearl
As the ribbons of time slowly unfurl.
Your green banner waving as you take your last stand
Before blowing away with the wind and the sand.

Hey there beautiful.
All wrapped up in inky dyes --
Your eyes are like little knives,
Carving names and silent lies
And cutting stars right out of the skies.
Indian silks of cherry red
Hide the whispers in your head
And every tear that you shed
Brings to life one who is dead.
Your staff of bone is pale as milk
And causes buds to shrink and wilt.
The earth below you turns and tilts
As you raise to the ground that which man has built.

Hey there beautiful.
What's on your mind?
What's the disguise you've chosen this time?
The mask that you've picked off of your wall,
The voice that echos through your hall?

Hey there beautiful.
How's life for you?
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Like I said, it is incomplete -- it needs another stanza, and the second to last one needs lengthening, but I like it, and I hope you do to (if not, feel free to say as much, but do not just say "that sucks" or something. Constructive feedback only please! (of course you can simply say "I love it! You're a genious!" without having to give anything constructive...that goes without saying.)).


Hope you enjoyed the past creations of mind!
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