Any Arbpoets

[geoff]

There is a bit of talent in amongst the roughty toughty arb fraternity after all, how very refreshing!

[hazzygawa]

Mother of all the high-strung poets and singers departed,

Mother of all the grass that weaves over their graves the glory of the field,

Mother of all the manifold forms of life, deep-bosomed, patient, impassive,

Silent brooder and nurse of lyrical joys and sorrows!

Out of thee, yea, surely out of the fertile depth below thy breast,

Issued in some strange way, thou lying motionless, voiceless,

All these songs of nature, rhythmical, passionate, yearning,

Coming in music from earth, but not unto earth returning.

 

Dust are the blood-red hearts that beat in time to these measures,

Thou hast taken them back to thyself, secretly, irresistibly

Drawing the crimson currents of life down, down, down

Deep into thy bosom again, as a river is lost in the sand.

But the souls of the singers have entered into the songs that revealed them, --

Passionate songs, immortal songs of joy and grief and love and longing:

Floating from heart to heart of thy children, they echo above thee:

Do they not utter thy heart, the voices of those that love thee?

 

Long hadst thou lain like a queen transformed by some old enchantment

Into an alien shape, mysterious, beautiful, speechless,

Knowing not who thou wert, till the touch of thy Lord and Lover

Working within thee awakened the man-child to breathe thy secret.

All of thy flowers and birds and forests and flowing waters

Are but enchanted forms to embody the life of the spirit;

Thou thyself, earth-mother, in mountain and meadow and ocean,

Holdest the poem of God, eternal thought and emotion.

[Matthew Storrs]

Fair play to all you poets, but every time I here someones poetry I think of David Brent from The Office!

Excalibur by D Brent.

" I froze your tears and made a dagger,

And stabbed it in my c*ck forever,

It stays there like Excalibur,

Are you my Arthur?

Say you are.

 

Take this cool, dark, steel-ed blade

Steal it,

Sheath it in your lake,

I'd drown with you to be together,

Must you breathe?

Cos I need heaven"

 

 

Followed by awkward silence. Excellant viewing!

[Matthew Storrs]

P.s- I hope someone has a clue what im on about!

[sean]

Here's some thing I wrote some years ago when I was at a low....I called it

 

' A rough guide to living'

 

 

Think about the future, be positive

Extinguish your negative thoughts

Submerge yourself in the river of dreams

But remember, don't look back, and swim for your life

For your past won't be too far behind

Enticing you back, to its murky depths

With its false and misleading beliefs

However, be sure you can swim, for drowning is easy!

[sloth]

Here's some thing I wrote some years ago when I was at a low....I called it

 

' A rough guide to living'

 

 

Think about the future, be positive

Extinguish your negative thoughts

Submerge yourself in the river of dreams

But remember, don't look back, and swim for your life

For your past won't be too far behind

Enticing you back, to its murky depths

With its false and misleading beliefs

However, be sure you can swim, for drowning is easy!

 

Liking that, good share

[alex_m]

The art to fart is a noble art,

it gives the stomach ease,

it warms the bed on a chilly night,

and suffocates the fleas!

 

 

(i cannot take credit for that, but it's a good one to make up to your other half if you do let one out under the covers )

[sean]

Liking that, good share

 

 

Cheers mate. Glad I shared. Loving the thread:thumbup:

[sean]

The 'Arbtalk' poem.... A work in progress:001_smile:

 

 

This is how you do it

No it's bloody not

That's bacterial Wetwood

Err it's dry rot.

Chicken of the woods mate

Think you'll find it's hen

Actually it's beefsteak

Best ask Hama then

 

Fell it fell it fell it

Leave it well alone

Here's a job we did in town

Where's ya bloody cone?

Hi flex v stretch air

Husky v sthil

Will mark bolam have a say?

Course he bloody will.

 

Look at me I'm up a tree

Your positionings all wrong

What about my set up?

Your prussicks way too long

Lunge thread stunt fells

Show us what ya got

Think your arbtrucks brilliant?

Mick Stockbridge knows its not!

Edited June 20, 2013 by sean
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[Rob D]

Cool thread Geoff - could almost win an 'original arbtalk' thread title if there was one

 

 

 

As deep as the deepest ocean… well maybe not but deeper than you.

 

She pulls me down and I follow. Let all disappear so there is just me and her.

 

And then maybe with true feeling we can find ourselves within the other.

 

So tired of all the glamour, my eyes hurt from all the pointless light

 

Floating on a surface and being held there by your hands.

 

Let me be pulled down so darkness can blanket me and then I can see only her.

 

How much time has already been wasted? Yes tell me, you seem to know.

 

In the old days I knew better and I would have listened.

 

But my ears are closing to you thank God and I feel the pull down to those blissful depths.

 

She runs deep and I follow.

 

Nothing else can touch us here and certainly you would drown if you tried.

 

You’d struggle to breathe yet I’ve never felt so free.

 

So pull me down my lover and pull me unto thee.