Poetry. By. Silverdream.
- Silverdream
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Poetry. By. Silverdream.
Lament for a Legionnaire
I'm a legionnaire
Camel in disrepair
Hoping for a frigidaire
To come passing by
I am on reprieve
Lacking my joie de vivre
Missing my d a p p e r paris
In this desert dry
And I wrote my girl
Told her I would not return
I've terribly taken a turn
For the worst now I fear
It's been a year or more
Since they shipped me to this foreign shore
Fighting in a foreign war
So far away from my home
If only summer rain would fall
On the houses and the boulevards
And the side walk bagatelles it's like a dream
With the roar of cars
And the lulling of the cafe bars,
The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine.
Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again.
Medicating in the sun
Pinched doses of laudanum
Longing for the old fecund of my homeland
Curses to this mirage!
A bottle of ancient Shiraz
A shattering of distant applause
Is ringing in my poor ears
On the old left bank
My baby in a charabanc
Riding up the width and length
Of the Champs de Elysee
If only summer rain would fall
On the houses and the boulevard
And the side walk bagatelles it's like a dream
With the roar of cars
And the lulling of the cafe bars
The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine
Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again
If only summer rain would fall
On the houses and the boulevard
And the side walk bagatelles its like a dream
With the roar of cars
And the lulling of the cafe bars
The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine
Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again
C+C welcome. More poems later.
I'm a legionnaire
Camel in disrepair
Hoping for a frigidaire
To come passing by
I am on reprieve
Lacking my joie de vivre
Missing my d a p p e r paris
In this desert dry
And I wrote my girl
Told her I would not return
I've terribly taken a turn
For the worst now I fear
It's been a year or more
Since they shipped me to this foreign shore
Fighting in a foreign war
So far away from my home
If only summer rain would fall
On the houses and the boulevards
And the side walk bagatelles it's like a dream
With the roar of cars
And the lulling of the cafe bars,
The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine.
Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again.
Medicating in the sun
Pinched doses of laudanum
Longing for the old fecund of my homeland
Curses to this mirage!
A bottle of ancient Shiraz
A shattering of distant applause
Is ringing in my poor ears
On the old left bank
My baby in a charabanc
Riding up the width and length
Of the Champs de Elysee
If only summer rain would fall
On the houses and the boulevard
And the side walk bagatelles it's like a dream
With the roar of cars
And the lulling of the cafe bars
The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine
Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again
If only summer rain would fall
On the houses and the boulevard
And the side walk bagatelles its like a dream
With the roar of cars
And the lulling of the cafe bars
The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine
Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again
C+C welcome. More poems later.
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it doesn't need to be emo. ex: one stanza form your truly:
Upon the beasts of hell we ride.
Setting fire to the sky.
All in our way will surely die.
We raise the dead up from their graves.
Giving ancient lords new flesh to crave.
Upon your souls the dead shall graze.
And all the while our fire's ablaze.
Upon the beasts of hell we ride.
Setting fire to the sky.
All in our way will surely die.
We raise the dead up from their graves.
Giving ancient lords new flesh to crave.
Upon your souls the dead shall graze.
And all the while our fire's ablaze.
Hey, I wrote a poem too!
it's called:
"Silva's Mother"
There's a place your mother goes when everybody else is soundly sleeping
Through the lights of beacon street
And if you listen you can hear her weeping,
She's weeping, cause the gentlemen are calling
And the snow is softly falling on her petticoats.
And she's standing in the harbour
And she's waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat.
See how they approach
With dirty hands and trousers torn they grapple 'til she's safe within their keeping
A gag is placed between her lips to keep her sorry tongue from any speaking, or screaming
And they row her out to packets where the sailor's sorry racket calls for maidenhead
And she's scarce above the gunwales when her clothes fall to a bundle and she's laid in bed on the upper deck
And so she goes from ship to ship, her ankles clasped, her arms so rudely pinioned
'Til at last she's satisfied the lot of the marina's teeming minions, and their opinions
And they tell her not to say a thing to cousin, kindred, kith or kin or she'll end up dead
And they throw her thirty dollars and return her to the harbour where she goes to bed, and this is how your fed
So be kind to your mother, though she may seem an awful bother, and the next time she tries to feed you collard greens,
Remember what she does when you're asleep
it's called:
"Silva's Mother"
There's a place your mother goes when everybody else is soundly sleeping
Through the lights of beacon street
And if you listen you can hear her weeping,
She's weeping, cause the gentlemen are calling
And the snow is softly falling on her petticoats.
And she's standing in the harbour
And she's waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat.
See how they approach
With dirty hands and trousers torn they grapple 'til she's safe within their keeping
A gag is placed between her lips to keep her sorry tongue from any speaking, or screaming
And they row her out to packets where the sailor's sorry racket calls for maidenhead
And she's scarce above the gunwales when her clothes fall to a bundle and she's laid in bed on the upper deck
And so she goes from ship to ship, her ankles clasped, her arms so rudely pinioned
'Til at last she's satisfied the lot of the marina's teeming minions, and their opinions
And they tell her not to say a thing to cousin, kindred, kith or kin or she'll end up dead
And they throw her thirty dollars and return her to the harbour where she goes to bed, and this is how your fed
So be kind to your mother, though she may seem an awful bother, and the next time she tries to feed you collard greens,
Remember what she does when you're asleep
"If someone ever tries to kill you, you try to kill them right back." -Malcolm Reynolds


- Silverdream
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Pretty good, but it could use more line breaks.Tuefish wrote:Hey, I wrote a poem too!
it's called:
"Silva's Mother"
There's a place your mother goes when everybody else is soundly sleeping
Through the lights of beacon street
And if you listen you can hear her weeping,
She's weeping, cause the gentlemen are calling
And the snow is softly falling on her petticoats.
And she's standing in the harbour
And she's waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat.
See how they approach
With dirty hands and trousers torn they grapple 'til she's safe within their keeping
A gag is placed between her lips to keep her sorry tongue from any speaking, or screaming
And they row her out to packets where the sailor's sorry racket calls for maidenhead
And she's scarce above the gunwales when her clothes fall to a bundle and she's laid in bed on the upper deck
And so she goes from ship to ship, her ankles clasped, her arms so rudely pinioned
'Til at last she's satisfied the lot of the marina's teeming minions, and their opinions
And they tell her not to say a thing to cousin, kindred, kith or kin or she'll end up dead
And they throw her thirty dollars and return her to the harbour where she goes to bed, and this is how your fed
So be kind to your mother, though she may seem an awful bother, and the next time she tries to feed you collard greens,
Remember what she does when you're asleep
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- Silverdream
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