Poetry by the Confused

Monger wrote:

Max wrote:
I simply find you and your aliases amusing.
Would you happen to know someone who used the name Yelloman?
Myself et al would like to have a word in his shell like, face to face that is.
Sleep well.........

You've lost me completely, Max.

Well perhaps I can enlighten you?
Allegedly a person or persons unknown visited this site under the pseudonym of â€œYellomanâ€

Acheick wrote:

Monger wrote:
Max wrote:
I simply find you and your aliases amusing.
Would you happen to know someone who used the name Yelloman?
Myself et al would like to have a word in his shell like, face to face that is.
Sleep well.........

You've lost me completely, Max.

OK - now that's funny Max has a way of doing that. I think he's the one that's lost and we're following him around in circles. Cookie - you got a poem for that? I think I'm getting an inspiration on circles and Max-

What I think is - here's my theory - Max has hung around these sites long enough that he's picked things up by osmosis. He may have been in TF at one time, maybe not. Maybe he was in and he got kicked out - now there's a thought. For sure, he seems very lost and probably very lonely which is why he makes this his playground. I kinda feel sorry for him - well, maybe not. For sure, I don't take anything he says seriously.

Dear Acheick
Your not alone in going round in circles it seems to be a favorite pastime here!
As for poetry, I am poemed out.
Your theory is interesting but flawed and very wrong, but at least you are consistent.
Osmosis is a good word nearly as good as marmalade and that has three syllables.
and it is a biological descriptive that we all use.
If as you say, I am lost and lonely, then I reckon Iâ€™m in good company except I am not full of clouds of doom and despondency as some people here are.
I have not been a member of TF, but I have aspirations of becoming one as many here, including you know.
The last time I was kicked out of anything was the â€œViper Roomâ€

Cookie wrote:

Acheick,

Sweet and kind the words you said,
that touched my heart when they were read.

:wink:

It touched something in me as well but not my heart!

Love & God Bless

Max

max wrote:

Well perhaps I can enlighten you?
Allegedly a person or persons unknown visited this site under the pseudonym of â€œYellomanâ€

poetry
Dancing, Running in the rain
No fear have I
And naught to gain
By playing fanciful, full of glee.
I let these raindrops cover me
With wet, with water, sweet and cool.
Tho some have called this girl a fool,
I will not come inside again
While I can still dance in the rain.

I wrote this when I was 13. It is the only poem of my own that I memorized. It tells of my rebellion against the god of the Bible. My parents, (dad-minister, mom-churchy) were both representatives of this god and thus my rebellion was against them as well. Many other verses came later, but are somewhat inappropriate for this moment.
Maybe the name of this thread should be "Poetry by the confused (about how to post a picture of one's ass)"
It doesn't seem as though any of the POETS are confused. Also, I would like to read some of Acheick's and Day's work if its not too much to ask.

Jargon

Language among the elfin clans is an illuminating practice
Eluding sounds or letters, it embodies thoughts alone
Elfish is inaudible yet unmistakably distinct,
Akin to things a feline friend or beloved hound might think
As well, there is a solace elfin verity awards
Very much a glaring contrast to spoken, broken words
Quite impaired they are and so much so that some elves claim
This deficiency has come about because those words too often shame
Whether used in connivance or tainted with lies
Speaking is better when none of these thrive.

max wrote:

As for poetry, I am poemed out. Love & God Bless
Max

If you're "poemed out" why keep reading this thread. The title of the thread makes it painfully clear that this one's for poetry, and perhaps slightly disturbed poetry at times.

Here you go, Acheick. Smile

CIRCLES

by Cookie

Circles here and circles there,
He leads us up and down.
He steers this way, then the next,
Then circles back around.

So dizzy some of us became
That we will soon ignore
The words that simply worry us
When meanings we explore

Some of us folks reasoned here
And asked for clearer words.
But we are just led 'round and round
And everything seems blurred

Itâ€™s not so complicated
To understand us here.
Some of us have a past we left
To pursue something dear.

We understand opinions are
So valuable and dear
But also we appreciate
The reasons we chat here.

So if one only looks for fights
Donâ€™t yourself disgrace
Go and find some other site,
Some other chatting place.

Love it, Cookie - great poem, just great and so fitting too.

Re: poetry

purpleflower wrote:

Also, I would like to read some of Acheick's and Day's work if its not too much to ask.

OK - I think I posted this before, not sure where it went. Anyway, I wrote this one day when I was on my way to watch my son perform in a music event. I was rushing there trying not to be late and thinking about how I've had to step in for both parents since his dad remained in TF. Then I thought about all the SGs I know that have lost both parents to TF and in spite of that have accomplished so much. It made me think, who is sitting in the audience clapping for their achievements? Anyway - here's the poem:

A CHILD QUESTIONS

If only you were proud
Would it be too much to ask
To see
A shiny glow
From you
Chest puffed out
Eyes gleaming
Fulfilled in their mission

My offspring, you say
Brilliant, studious
Productive
Excelling

I look to see
For eyes glistening in the darkness
But none appear
That know me
In that paternal bond

Nay, they are not there
I stop to ponder
Where have they gone?

Certificate in hand
The phone does not ring
A cheerful â€œcongratulationsâ€

Re: poetry

Acheick wrote:

Though I perch high,
Head towards the heavens
I am still brought low
With an emptiness within my soul
An abandonment no one should ever know
Is mine, all too well known

that was my favorite part. lots of visual and the rollercoaster all in this part. loved it.

Re: poetry

Cookie wrote:

Acheick wrote:
Though I perch high,
Head towards the heavens
I am still brought low
With an emptiness within my soul
An abandonment no one should ever know
Is mine, all too well known

that was my favorite part. lots of visual and the rollercoaster all in this part. loved it.

Thanks - I'm glad it was appreciated.

Yes, that is my favorite part, too. I kept thinking Acheick had posted it a while back, so I looked around. It was just a little over a year ago in Legal and Abuse catagory, under the thread "I was in the Family."

Monger wrote:

max wrote:
Well perhaps I can enlighten you?
Allegedly a person or persons unknown visited this site under the pseudonym of â€œYellomanâ€

Back to the topic of the thread Smile

Unruly, coarse and ill-advised, the tongue doth bring one low
Could be that I'm an ogre and perhaps you're just a troll

Day wrote:

Yes, that is my favorite part, too. I kept thinking Acheick had posted it a while back, so I looked around. It was just a little over a year ago in Legal and Abuse catagory, under the thread "I was in the Family."

Aha! That's where it was. You have a good memory.

Nice, Day. Very Happy

By the way, I don't know anyone named Yellowman, but I know someone I call the Candy Man, does that help? Heh. Very Happy

Maybe someone here would like
In poetry to tell
Of what they learned and what they missed
Inside The Family shell

I'm a happy camper today. Winks to you all! :wink:

Thanks for the kind words, Acheick and Cookie.

What I learned and what I miss

I learned that folks aren't always true
though some insist they are
They twist and scheme to cover up
most wretched deeds, by far

The times of sweet simplicity,
comfort, prayer and song
Were things that I held onto
when all else had gone wrong

Day wrote:

Thanks for the kind words, Acheick and Cookie.

What I learned and what I miss

I learned that folks aren't always true
though some insist they are
They twist and scheme to cover up
most wretched deeds, by far

The times of sweet simplicity,
comfort, prayer and song
Were things that I held onto
when all else had gone wrong

You will get plenty of kind words here from the vocal minority, but actions speak louder than words.
Well hereâ€™s a little ditty from me: -

There once was this guy named Stan
Who had some trouble being a man
He wore a dress and high heels
And drove a Chevrolet with pink wheels
And soon Stan became a tran

Itâ€™s all about making a difference.

Love & God Bless

Max aka Guest or maybe Stan>You will get plenty of kind words here from the vocal minority, but actions speak louder than words!
Well hereâ€™s a little ditty from me: -

There once was this guy named Stan
Who had some trouble being a man
He wore a dress and high heels
And drove a Chevrolet with pink wheels
And soon Stan became a tran

Itâ€™s all about making a difference.

Love & God Bless

Max aka Guest

Anonymous wrote:

Day wrote:
Thanks for the kind words, Acheick and Cookie.

What I learned and what I miss

I learned that folks aren't always true
though some insist they are
They twist and scheme to cover up
most wretched deeds, by far

The times of sweet simplicity,
comfort, prayer and song
Were things that I held onto
when all else had gone wrong

You will get plenty of kind words here from the vocal minority, but actions speak louder than words.
Well hereâ€™s a little ditty from me: -

There once was this guy named Stan
Who had some trouble being a man
He wore a dress and high heels
And drove a Chevrolet with pink wheels
And soon Stan became a tran

Itâ€™s all about making a difference.

Love & God Bless

Max aka Guest or maybe Stan>You will get plenty of kind words here from the vocal minority, but actions speak louder than words!
Well hereâ€™s a little ditty from me: -

There once was this guy named Stan
Who had some trouble being a man
He wore a dress and high heels
And drove a Chevrolet with pink wheels
And soon Stan became a tran

Itâ€™s all about making a difference.

Love & God Bless

Max aka Guest

Aplogies for entering twice in a dash

Love Max

It's been so long. But back again. Laughing

There was a man named Max
Who could not relax
Who went off on a roll
Being our internet troll

more rambling poems please. I'm so in the mood. heh. Laughing

xFamily

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