CC's Poems

[CreativeChaos]

I just get tired of looking through the Spontaneous Poetry Thread for my poems. So I am collecting them here.

[CreativeChaos]

Quote:
Originally Posted by Edmond Zedo
Rhyming, metered poetry
Hard for you but not for me
Like molasses in your brain
To think of words you must strain
But they come so easily
To me, I say giftedly.
As i sit alone and think
I've had not a drop to drink
In my snow covered estate
Ha! I mean my sorry fate.
I imagine worlds of wonder and realize I'm bound for sunder.
What connections have I made without are lost within a day.
Within I 'come ever wiser, for with wisdom I'm a miser.
Fitting I call this odd balance, staring at my empty chalice.
Pouring out my voice to page will never free me from my cage
But I must indeed recite it, for my ego justifies it!



Yes, your ego justifies it,
But my heart will just deny it.
Heh! You say you have a gift,
When actually, you aren't that swift!
Molasses for a brain I have?
At least it's sweet, like soothing salve.
Of course you sit alone and think,
That ego of yours can really stink.
But since your form and figure soar,
It makes me want you all the more.
Alas! What fate! How Cursed to be!
For I am in total lust with Z!

[CreativeChaos]

THis is from one word of the previous poem. THe word I chose was Waffle.

Waffle

Waffling when waning for a sip of wine
The wine that drips from the tips of vines
How luscious, how sweet, how vulgur, how meet,
The lowest of lows, the drunken defeat.
How bitter the taste
Like medicine down,
It takes a frown and turns it around.
Around and around until the world comes tumbling down
It falls to the ground, with a thundering pound
Ground, Ground, Ground into dust
The spirit's not willing the body's too much
How do we bear the souless crowd
We drink, we swear, we cry out loud
In drunken stuper we allow ourselves to be
Oh the price we pay to dwell in society.

[CreativeChaos]

Originally posted by Sackanaka

The Death of Ant

Move, fall,
Move, pain,
Move, stop.
Stop, for you are an Ant, The Ant,
and you have moved.
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The Ant by CC

The ant, the small, the tiny thing
What does it know? Why does it sting?
To life, to live, to protect, to bring
An instant of breath, of wondering
To and Fro, In and Out
A mound of dirt, a rotten snout,
There here, they're there,
They're everywhere,
Where the living have reposed
The ant colony grows and grows.

The ant, the ant, what does it know?
What world has it?
That's quite perplexing.
For we are only guessing
That the wonders we behold
Are all the wonders to unfold.

[CreativeChaos]

Last part of Earwaxes poem....

[QUOTE]...Ain’t no big deal ain’t no big thing
Ain’t no real reason for the song that I sing
I got no place to be and nothing to say
I'm just trying to make it through another day
“It’s just another day”

That I’ve been searching for reasons...[/QUOTE


Searching for Reasons
by CC

Searching for Reasons, Truth, Meaning
To ponder our existance
Hoping for some essence
Of our ego's obssession
With keeping alive
Trying to survive
To grow, to thrive, to surpass or die
We must beleive to be
Is sufficient a cause
That our life is all
Our hopes and dreams
Surely affects something
Something, Something, Some... Thing...

[CreativeChaos]

Your Earthly Abstraction

To ponder the Earth
And all of it's beauty
All of it's complexity
And trillions of lives.

Tis no wonder we awe at the sight
Of the Earth from astronaught's flight

From the loins of she, we became,
The blues and greens of natures hue.
We sigh and claim it beautiful, tis true
To her we have given our claim.

[CreativeChaos]

He, Edmond Zedo

He, Edmond Zedo,
Of spontaneous credos.
His vision is to dare,
His lark is to beware.
The post is spun,
The dart is dung,
He slings his shit in full swing.

Splat! Yee Gats!
I smell a Rat!
The oder is pure suffering.

Can it be
That it's just Z,
The rare, the zane,
The impotent, insane,
Asserting his Godliness vain?

But alas! To me!
His visiage is so fair
That a chance to care
Comes too willingly.

Edmond Zedo, Z, z, z,
Full of crap, but yet I see,
A strong, confident, alpha A Male,
Whom I yearn to flee, yet yearn to be,
Just like he, Edmond Z.

[CreativeChaos]

Oh dear me, I'm speechlees,
My toungue's been sucked by leeches.
My mind's confused,
Am I amused?
Damn, what a wacko poem!

First it defames,
Then proclaims,
The ardourous amore of me!
What fathomless mind
Would take the time
To write such shear mystery?

What can I say?
What words be they
That describes what isn't best.
It's nice... Well, no
It's beautiful, Hell NO,
Oh dear me, I'm speechless...

[CreativeChaos]

I am an Evil Kitten


I am an Evil Kitten
When you thought it was I
That was smiley and shy
You fell for my wiles, and was smitten.

So sweet is she?
So beguile she be.
So like the web
Intricate, not to free.

The Evil Kitten lurks about
Creeping and Stalking her prey.
So silent is she, so purrfect her spree,
She gaits stelthily.

What prey, what doom,
What evil plan has she?
World domination.
Albino liberation.
And SHE will be Ruler of INTPs.

[CreativeChaos]

Chocolate Melts
by CC


Chocolate Melts
Confection softened by flesh.
Cream that was whisked to stiffening heights,
Resolves to indulge supple delights.
Churning butter wanes to the touch
Luxurious shape, easing rush.
The yolk that was pierced
Yielded it's fluid,
Delicate walls that once stood
Now formless, unbounded, tender, and good.
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[CreativeChaos]

The Flat Universe

Beneath the flat universe
Lies a wanting worm,
Sucking down stars and such,
Falling from the passing edge.
The dawn has come
The bang has flung
And the setting of all suns
Waste in the well warmed worm.
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[CreativeChaos]

It's turtles all the way down.

The turtles were stacked one by one,
Beneath the elephant's feet.
My back is crushed,
My shell is mush!
Cried the bottom one.
You think the weight
You hold is great?
A voice below replied.
None has more weight than I,
For I am the endless lie!
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[CreativeChaos]

Gee, haven't updated this in a while. So here's another one. Plus what inspired it. Not one of my better ones. Haven't practiced in a while.


Hello lovely people. I was browsing through some stuff and came across this quote:

Noble life demands a noble architecture for noble uses of noble men. Lack of culture means what it has always meant: ignoble civilization and therefore imminent downfall.

Frank Lloyd Wright (1869 ? 1959)


It really got me thinking about the word noble and what it means to have a lack of culture. When is one more "cultured" and when is a civilization more "cultured"? To ennoble means to exalt and enrich. To ignoble is to debase and demean. To be noble is to be exalted, to be ignoble is to be debased. My thinking led to this "poem". I'm not educated in the fine art of poetry, but I love to write in poetic form. It brings out more meaning and depth to me. So here it is:

Reflections of the Noble Life



How lies the poor, impoverished beggar?

Dirty, blind, uneducated and slow

While the noble prince, lofty and proud,

Declines to lower his gaze to the crowd.



What true nobility becomes a creature,

To princes, the powerful, the rich, the preened?

The noble steed of greater stock,

The prideful struttings of the cock?



What does indeed Noble life demand,

But to great ennobling deeds.

To do that which exalts the other,

Greater ennobling of that person be.



Noble prince how noble art thou?

When ignobility are your deeds,

Noble steed declared thus so,

What values does the seer hold?



To be exalted, enriched, esteemed,

For birth, not deeds, doth demean.

But birth of meager, unfortunate fate,

Tis not ignoble, but at ignoble's gate.

[azurwarrior]

Reflections of the Noble Life



How lies the poor, impoverished beggar?

Dirty, blind, uneducated and slow

While the noble prince, lofty and proud,

Declines to lower his gaze to the crowd.



What true nobility becomes a creature,

To princes, the powerful, the rich, the preened?

The noble steed of greater stock,

The prideful struttings of the cock?



What does indeed Noble life demand,

But to great ennobling deeds.

To do that which exalts the other,

Greater ennobling of that person be.



Noble prince how noble art thou?

When ignobility are your deeds,

Noble steed declared thus so,

What values does the seer hold?



To be exalted, enriched, esteemed,

For birth, not deeds, doth demean.

But birth of meager, unfortunate fate,

Tis not ignoble, but at ignoble's gate.

I know that you said you don't really like this poem, but I do. The rhyme and meter are right on the money, for starters.
The title "Reflections........" fit in very nicely with the theme of the poem.
To me the poem was about appearances. The irony of the noble prince who looked down on people (certainly not "noble" behavior).
The poor, impoverished beggar who appears to be ignoble and yet could act in a more noble way than the prince.
Being "exalted...esteemed...for birth....does demean."
"Birth of unfortunate fate/tis not ignoble, but at ignoble's gate."
BTW, That was a nice twist at the end. It would have been easy to simply express the idea, but you added the image "ignoble's gate," which enriched the passage.
Ultimately, it is the behavior as a human being that truly is the important thing, IMO.
Nice, very nice write

[CreativeChaos]

Wow! Just saw this! Gee! Thanks! :D It's so nice to have someone actually read my poem, and then actually "get" it. I'm thrilled! :D