Super Invited

Sweet Summer Child!  You guys, I have a blog!  Ha ha!  I'd nearly forgotten.  Apparently I post my poetry on this blog.  Cool, I guess!  Let's see what I have....

Invited

Please don't answer the door, sir,
please don't answer the door.
There's not anyone here, sir,
who's not been here before.
They came into your house, sir,
they smashed your finest things,
they struck you to the floor, sir,
and hacked away your wings.

You can see for yourself, sir,
look through the tiny hole.
They're crouching on the steps, sir,
clutching the life they stole.
Remember their past deeds, sir,
remember what they take,
and now remember why, sir!
Your house is now at stake.

You've just answered the door, sir,
I wish that you had not.
For look at the destruction
the invited have wrought.
But I speak out of turn, sir,
I won't say any more.
You must know what you're doing,
when you answer the door.
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As one can easily tell, this poem is grimdark, and highly metaphorical.  That's a nice way of saying, "The writer is very disturbed so he wrote a disturbing poem that nobody but him can possibly understand".  And another nice way of saying that is to say that this poem is open to interpretation.  Whatever you take out of it though, I have to admit that there's a lot of cheating in there.  By cheating, I mean using the word 'sir' at the end of every other line to make it seem like the poem has way more rhyme than it does, and at the beginning I use one line twice in a row.  So yeah, cheating.

......Hey look!  Another one!  These things are everywhere!

Super

The superman watches from his throne on high.
He's scanning the people who gaze at the sky,
yet never can see him, or realize or care
that someone is sighing in sadness up there.

He wishes their flaws weren't so apparent,
or that a companion could perhaps be sent,
whose mind was on on par with his own, for somewhere
there exists a kindred spirit....Doesn't there?

The superman looks down at you and at me,
all alone in his superiority.
From his mighty face there falls many a tear,
for his life is secretly man's greatest fear.

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Heh.  You're probably thinking, "Tom, why so serious?  Don't you ever write down your whimsical thoughts?"  Well yeah, I did in the last blog post.  Pay attention.  In truth though, yeah, this is another one that I was very seriously minded while writing.  And no, it is not about Superman from DC comics.  I mean, it can be, if you want, but that's not what I wrote it as.

Anyway, I made a marvelous and rather shocking discovery recently.  Apparently, people exist who actually read this blog.  WHOA, right?  So, to those people (all two of you, likely as not), I feel inclined to say that I will be heading out of state with my family for about two weeks, and as such no updates will be posted for a while.  Considering my normal update schedule, this will not feel like a huge change.

Signing off, ya'll.

Noah's Rocket

We're just going to dive right into this one and save explanations for later.

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Quite a lot of years ago,
God said, "This all has to go."
"It's not how I imagined it.
Looks like the time has come to quit.
But hey, down there, I see a man,
who might help Me fulfill My plan."

So God whispered in Noah's ear,
"The end is coming, but don't fear."
"Get your children, wife, and you,
and all the creatures, two by two,
and put them in a moving shelter
before the rains come helter skelter."

So Noah thought, he racked his mind,
for a good way to save mankind,
until a lightbulb flashed within,
and Noah started to begin.

It took a while, but when done,
the thing they built shocked everyone.
It rose above the tallest tree,
the coolest thing you'd ever see.
So awesome, nobody would mock it,
they gaped in awe at Noah's Rocket.

It was a wonder to behold,
technology that broke the mold.
It must be said, there was a riot,
when folks heard that a chimp would fly it.

Hem, Sham, and Japheth almost died,
the exhaust nearly got them fried,
but it all worked out, they fixed the glitches,
they simply had to rewire the switches.

They counted the beasts, to make sure of attendance,
and slapped on a sticker, "We Brake For Repentance."
The countdown was started, "Five, four, three, two, one!"
and the rocket blazed forth, toward the fast-fading sun.

But they soon discovered, during their ascent,
that due to the rain coming down as they went,
the fiery blaze that kept the ship going,
was fast dissipating, the vessel was slowing.

They leaped from the cockpit (The animals too),
opened their chutes, and fell through the blue.
The rocket blew up in a large ball of fire,
and God shook His head at what just had transpired.

"Noah," He said, "Your heart is in place,
but the way of salvation is not outer space.
Gather the creatures, the horse and the goat,
and might I suggest, this time trying a boat?"
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So.........so.  Everything there is to be said has probably already been said, in this case.  It's a poem about Noah building a rocket.  What do you say to explain Noah building a rocket?

This one is actually the fault of my sister and uncle.  My seven-or-eight-year-old sister was drawing a picture of Noah and his Ark, and for some reason ended up drawing it tilting skyward.  My uncle rolled with it, filled the thing with animals, drew some rain and lightning (as I recall the lightning almost electrocuted a mischievous monkey poking his head out an Ark window), and called the finished product Noah's rocket.

Now, say you're interested in poetry.  If you get the words 'Noah's Rocket' into your head, aren't you going to write a poem about that concept?  Noah's Rocket.  It's practically poetic in and of itself, by idea alone.

It would also be an excellent name for a rock band. 

Victory In a World.....

This may not end well.

I'm just sayin'.  I have commitment issues when it comes to blogs.  They always last about as long as a clearly visible chocolate bar in a house full of toddlers.  So I'm not going to put any flashy introduction to who I am and what I hope to accomplish with this, because such intros always become rather embarrassing when the blog only lasts five posts.  As for an introduction minus flash;

Hi.  I'm Tom, and I like to write things.  Silly things, stupid things, things I think are deep and things I think are funny.  I occasionally write poetry.  I occasionally dabble in scripting, and by dabble I mean ponder the concept and maybe write a scene or two and then realize that I have no idea how to write a script.  This is changing though, and hopefully I'll get better at it.  I used to write fanfiction.  It's why I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night with a deep and burning sense of shame.

As you can most likely tell from the title, I intend to use this particular blog to showcase mainly poetry, mainly poetry that I myself wrote.  This is mostly so that I have a place where I can post my work and get some feedback without annoying my Facebook friends by clogging up their news feeds with notes containing my stuff.

Make no mistake though, the pages of the rulebook I'm going by in writing this blog are completely blank.  I'm not going to restrict myself here.  It will mostly be poetry, I think, but don't be surprised if you find a review, a ramble, an idea, some quotes, or something cool I found while ruthlessly murdering innocent time on the internet.

I don't want this to just be an introductory post, so hey, have a poem!  Take two, they're small!

Victory

"The battle's won!" The General cries,
as thick smoke permeates the skies.
"All those opposing have retreated,
the enemy has been defeated,
and we can all sleep well tonight,
knowing for freedom we did fight!"

"The battle's won!" The headlines say,
in all the papers the next day.
"Those who hate us are struck down,
the righteous ones now wear the crown!
We scared them with displays of power,
they can only hide and cower!"

"The battle's won." The devil thinks,
as from a cup of blood he drinks.
"The smell of death hangs in the air,
and countless are in deep despair.
Across the land pained loved ones cry,
and someday soon, far more will die."

A victory was had today.
Who cares for dead men anyway?

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This is basically my go-to piece that I use when I want to impress people, and if you happen to be reading this, I want to impress you so that maybe you'll come back and read this again.  I wrote this quite a while back, and I think I may have been temporarily possessed by an entity with fairly decent writing skills when I did, because.....well, even I think it's pretty good.  I usually tend to dislike my own stuff, and if I like it I try to make myself dislike it so that I can improve instead of be one of those arrogant writers who thinks they would make Tolkien quake in his boots and drop his pipe.  But I'm actually really pleased with this one.

And now for something completely different,

In a World.....

In a world where dolphins speak Vietnamese,
and horses play poker whilst eating sharp cheese,
two sisters are attempting to hide their green peas,
for chewing them brings them to hack and to wheeze.

In a world where the sky is a deep crimson hue,
and the ocean is quite a bit redder than blue,
two brothers are questing for chocolate fondue,
unaware that the evil pink ponies are, too.

In a world that is ruled by Great Emperor Bob,
two innocents are being chased by a mob,
for they're thought to be creators of a most fiendish plot,
when, truth be told, they are not.

In a world with no autumn, and also no fall,
the people ride Llamas, and play carpet ball.
And two friends are wondering why trees are tall,
instead of like shrubbery, small.

Though these worlds may be satisfying for some of you,
I myself am most glad that I live where I do.

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This was the first poem I ever posted.  In posting it again, I am offering you a disclaimer: Sometimes I write poetry very, very badly.  There are more things wrong with this poem than there are things wrong with Twilight.

.........Actually, that's just being mean to myself.  Okay, it's better than Twilight.  But it's still very much on the Bad end of the scale.  I like to think I've improved since writing this at age of........good gravy, I was fourteen years old.  You'd think I would be a better writer at fourteen.  Well, that's depressing.  Anyway, consider this a bearing of my soul.  In this first post, you have seen me at my worst and best.

If you like what you've seen, stick around, leave a comment!  If you don't.......go away, but leave a comment first!  Seriously, if every comment I receive is a negative one, but tells me what's wrong with my work in a way that I can (hopefully) learn from, I will be the happiest clam in the restaurant.