All Our Poetry

[Pedro]

Poetry talk

Poetry Talk.

Let's talk poetry everyone. I know that in the heart of everyone lies a philospher and somewhere in between a poet. I am just trying to get people interested in either posting poetry or writing comments on other people's poetry. But please no trashing each other, it's to build each other up. Ever since my friend Jeff or otherwise buddy2 told me about Hawaiithreads I was hooked. So far only four people have posted replies. Please I am asking for more people to submit their poetry. We want it all good, bad, ugly, and lovely. Poetry is art, and it reflects the way you think, and live. So if anything please respond back. And post which poetry you liked it doesn't matter. Like I said I am not trying to find favorites just trying to get more Poets to come on in.

Peter Littlejohn

[arrakis]

Re: Poetry talk

there once was a man from nantucket...

[Menehune Man]

Re: All Our Poetry

LIFE ON EARTH

Life on earth as I see it
Is living all for one
We started with a big bang
But guess who held the gun

God is the great creator
The maker of it all
So don't forget to thank Him
Next time you make a call

Even Darwin thought again
Is evolution true
No one yet has proven it
So I'll believe God's clue

Everything that's biblical
Has come out as it said
There's a day we'll know for sure
But believe it now instead

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.-Buddy2

[1stwahine]

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Why and God's Protection...

Why am I here?
Why all the pain?
Do I regret having to be INSANE...

It's not of my choosing
It wasn't in my plans
Only he knows...
This GOD of man.

Sometimes I'm angry
Sometimes I weep
My ANGELS, come to visit
All is put in perspective
And then I go back to sleep.

GOD'S protection is always there
His love, his forgiveness
Nothing can compare

Yes, Lord Jesus,
I am ready to go
To be with my loved ones
Who went years before.......

Lynn V. (6/8/05)

[Menehune Man]

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JUST TRUSTING...

People fight against growth and change
But holding ourselves down is so strange
Must take our thoughts and rearrange
Saddle that horse and ride the range

Men act so proud and stay the same
Hiding behind fear and our shame
While finding someone else to blame
Violence or boredom is our fame

Then women on the other hand
Just want to control all the land
Seeking security that's bland
Forgetting about what God planned

The truth is life's an adventure
Not easy and sometimes unsure
While satan's follies do allure
Just trusting in God is the cure

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.-Buddy2

[kimo55]

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BUST LUSTING...

I really wish I was back home on da range.
bored with my house, the furniture I'll rearrange.
yer used to the outback; a cactus ain't strange.
I aint a city boy, the desert's a good change.

I want for no riches, nor wealth or fame.
tho I wont buy you a beer, being poor aint to blame.
aint nuttin wrong in being sober, no, have no shame.
Ya hate this poem, you outta hear my singing; it's lame.

I'll be more famous that Rod Mcuen, as planned.
cuz his crap, all have said really is bland.
I will do concerts all over this land.
buxom groupies I'll flaunt on each hand.

I aint never bored, poetry is my cure.
the metre and beauty of the sound's the allure.
This is really quality stuff, tho you look unsure.
No, that ain't me ya smell, I rolled on some SURE.

[kimo55]

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...following the dada-istic poetry tradition;



Why? My dog's insurrection...

What's that I hear?
No, it ain't rain.
I think some just put on "Aladdin Sane"

It wasn't my choosin'.
these bellbottom pants
only the dj knows
it's 60's night, man!

Sometimes I'm angry
whenever ya weep.
Ya stain da carpet without uttering a peep
C'mere, angel, for with me you will sleep.

If you're not satisfied, will we see forgiveness?
God's protection is offered, tho I prefer a condom.
Do you prefer it gentle or ya want da roughness?
Ya know, I wear clean underwear, as taught by my Mom
jesus is calling, yes, I'm ready to go.
Whats that cha say? "Go on, get outta here, blow!"

[Menehune Man]

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LOOKING WITH LOVE

Any normal occasion
We use a selfish eye
Let's change that situation
Take a deep breath and sigh

Think of what the other sees
And start looking with love
Offer a hand if you please
By taking off that glove

Do you see your family
It's all of us that's here
Change to warmth from the chilly
Let them know that they're dear

The point of life is to share
Not just living for self
Open hearts and show you care
Don't leave it on the shelf

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.-Buddy2

[Pedro]

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Hanging Nights

Oh what a night it had been, still feeling it's presence,
Like the cold frosty wind I feel it has left me thin and tired.
It started off fresh and relaxing, jovial and mirthful.
I am back at work resentful but glad it's over.

Beer in my hand slowly going down my throat.
Uplifting and tasteless, soothing and comfortable.
My senses came alive as I began to float.
sitting calmly on my seat, adjacent to the cooler.
In the harbor of my friends boat.
My eye's were blurry and my judment poor.
Hearing noises throbing from the Stereo.
And everyone elses voices.

Started Counting one bottle and lost my count after four.
Than me and my friends counted empty cases with empty bottles.
It started piling up on the floor by two's and three's.
Realizing we drank more than we anticipated.
Woke up the very next morning cold and dry.
Weak and nauseated. I could barily move.

Began where I left off the following day.
Destroying myself with booze
Some day I'll quit I keep telling myself.
As if it were true.
But Wo to me I am back at work, hanging like ice.
Hopefuly I will finish the day.


Peter Littlejohn/ June 13, 2005

[Menehune Man]

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LIFE'S A WINDING ROAD...

Life's a winding road
With a great view
Keep your eyes opened
To see what's new

Really not a toad
Just in the stew
How did he offend
She only knew

Back to the abode
With all the crew
Let's try a new trend
The old is through

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.-Buddy2

[Pedro]

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Whirlwind

Straight away clashing with bells.
Rotating, thrashing and coming in swells.
Naught a penetration, just an unslaught
That dwells. Sinking, and pulling my body under.
Enveloping and circling my life in the heated furnace of hells.
Where does this whirlwind end I wonder?

What make's a man sail thru Climatic storms
And face the trace of his drowning hate.
Rise above shadows, walk straight where roads twist,
And narrows into dark strange alleys.

Water rises when tension eases.
And crest downward when defenses are shattered
All around me I am battered and sick of it.
I come to my senses, crippled like an old man who lossed his way.
I am not out of the game yet I understand.
I do not fear the lions vicsious bite,
Though I know it could mean death.
I am a man, ready to put this at an end willing to fight.
To me it take's more than simple thrashing and bashing.
to keep me under. My heart and will is stronger,
Than any whirlwind, that can blunder hopes.
I cannot be shackled, tackled and restrained.
I am free, and I yearn to make my dreams happen.
No matter the circumstance.
Someday I'll meet that man who braved the storm.
I know we'll be toe to toe on the same golden road.

Peter Littlejohn
June 20, 2005

[Menehune Man]

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SUSPENDED SENTENCE

Got to have motivation
To find the laughter and joy
Giving me inspiration
More than any toy

Where to look and find a muse
Not in a foul kind of way
Don't want to set up a ruse
I just need to play

Remembering the hippies
And what they tried to stand for
That's caring, love and real peace
Losing hurt our core

I have tried the Christian thought
But have found I lost my zest
Feels as though I have been caught
Just can't give my best

Better get back on my knees
Fill my heart with repentance
Forgive me Lord if You please
Suspended sentence

Author: Jeffry Ruddy A.K.A.- Buddy2

[jdub]

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IRISHMAN IN PARADISE

She left just yesterday,
she's gone and on her way.
I've seen it coming for so long.

i know she never lied,
she's just not satisfied.
She doesn't mean to do me wrong.

I'm an Irishman,
living in paradise.
I can't believe my luck,
I can't believe my eyes.

An when it hits the fan,
I'll be a broken man.
In pieces dying on the floor.

I'll curse the sky above
that I could not do enough
to keep her from walking out the door.

I'm an Irishman,
living in paradise.
I can't believe my luck,
I can't believe my eyes.

I might go out tonight,
I might get in a fight.
I might just drink myself to death.

Another trip to town,
Another bottle down,
Another reason to forget.

I'm an Irishman,
living in paradise.
I can't believe my luck,
I can't believe my eyes.

(new song, June '05)

[Pedro]

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Take My Poison Dagger back.

My soul feels like an emtpiless pit.
I hear the breeze Tease me with softness so dear.
I can't forget what I spoken it's robbing me of my dignity.
And filling me with pain,
I will myself not to cry but I feel those dry tears.
Since the last words left my breath like a midnight train
so hateful and resentful.
Now I feel like an emotionlist twit.
Posion Darts were thrown without care.
Without thought just anger and wit.

"Im a goodguy." I tell myself.
Not the son of a Devil, or a merciless sith.
But if the clothes fit I must be one.

Is it to late to be aquited.
And pronounced innocent?
Though my guilt eats away at the core of me.
I must admit I felt good staring you down.
Like the last Butcher in town.
Letting my mouth run vicious like,
A carniverous crocodile.
While I tore you apart bit by bit.
and ended it with three little words "Good For You."
I saw the blood drain from your face,
As if I stabbed you repeatedly with a passionate smile.
I tasted victory, It was all a game.
I maimed you than watched you bleed.
To feed my growing pride and selfless need.

I feel so ashame.
now that I come to realize.
I might not see you again.
Like the ignorant fool, hotty mean and uneccesarily cruel.
I wish to apologize and take back what I did to you.
I learned a very personal lesson "Watch what you say to others"
But my words will never subdue what I said to you.

I am only a human and the one thing,
I can do is learn from my mistake,
And never repeat them.
I take my poison blade back and toss into the gutter.
Hopefully it will swallow every hateful thing it can utter.
And I promise never to attack with it again
I hope you read this and understand I am truely sory.
There was no glory in what I done.

[DaveNSoKona]

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I dreamed of a farm in Hawaii Nei
Quit my job as a computer guru
I can tell you I rejoiced that day
Now all my dreams have come true

Now the sun has darkened my face
The chores are many I know-a
But stars at night make my heart race
And I sit and gaze as clouds clime Mauna Loa

The turkey and pigs are pests
Getting service here is a pain
But the sunsets I love to watch when I rest
And I don’t have stress like on the land-main

The little woman says she’s got the fever
And wants to live nearer her kid
Now I am missing Hawaii before I leave-here
To make a marriage work, that’s what I did

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