Solomon's poetry thread

[shugster]

Through history past ,

The good tends to last ,

What's new isn't always what's better ,

When my age left school ,

The tunes were so cool ,

And a job could be gained with one letter ,

Think old skool was best ,

In my luminous vest ,

Njoi , sweet temptation , hardcore ,

Just can't stop my feet ,

When I hear English beat ,

Or the prodigys take on their law ,

Now the internets king ,

In socializing,

The world on a screen in our pocket ,

Perhaps somethings lost ,

In gain without cost ,

But in knowledge

I guess we can't knock it ,

;-)

[Waswiggy]

On one of the seven hills above the five streams

In his stone manor house, lived our Lord Fairflats.

A handsome man with dark curly hair,

Broad of shoulder and square of chin, an intelligent man

Not to waste of time in the ale houses and brothels.

But to read of books of arts and sciences,

To search the scrolls of histories ages past,

And to formulate of times not yet come.

But took he by the pestilence and took him all.

No longer heart nor will nor thought to stay,

Ate he of the nightshade and err he passed away.

[Hammerstein]

Right this is spoken word poetry but I figure this thread is the most appropriate.

 

http://www.filedropper.com/uncertainly

 

The file is around 4mb, you just need to click 'download this file' in order to get it. I'm a little nervous as I've been writing spoken word for quite a while and this is the first time i've recorded and uploaded any of it. I know the quality isn't perfect as I don't have a proper microphone yet, but any feedback is appreciated

[Waswiggy]

Alone in the drawer by malice for sport

Spoon had a job, or so it had thought

Try eating a supper with only two forks.

 

Knife draws a line, serrated or straight,

While fork pokes a hole, and picks up the meyt,

To finish a meal before it’s too late.

 

Not blade nor tine to slice or to skewer,

Pity the spoons that lay fewer and fewer,

Swimming in stew and casting their lure.

 

Knife and the fork are edgy and mad

Can’t draw the gravy, no juice to be had.

Laid back in the drawer old spoon he is sad.

 

Plates still lay empty why should they care,

The cutler by trade gave out a fair share.

Everything equal then all may declare.

 

Supper is served and desert it is fixed

Not one lay angered or even betwixt

Life tastes best when flavours are mixed.

 

So polish your silver and turn a new leaf,

Live for each other, be it ever so brief

[fatboyslim]

Happy birthday to me

I’m only twenty three

 

Well at least I am inside my head

But my body thinks I’m nearly dead

 

I have an ache in my back

And a pain in my knee

 

And gaps on my head

Where my hair used to be

 

I used to love my mullet

It was cool back in the day

 

But the hair I have left

Has now slipped to my chest

And it’s looking rather grey

 

When the barber trims my eyebrows

And shaves around my ears

 

I think back to my younger days

And have to hold back the tears

 

But age is only a number

And I’m as happy as I could be

 

Cos’ you’re only as old as the woman you feel

And my wife’s a bit younger than me!

 

 

Even though I wrote this myself it still makes me smile