buckee Posted February 12, 2009 Report Share Posted February 12, 2009 Since it's so dang slow in here, I thought I'd share my poetry with you. If you don't like it, don't say anything eh...you might hurt my feelings...LOL:D Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
preacherman Posted February 12, 2009 Report Share Posted February 12, 2009 Steve, you are amazing! Great work! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dawg Posted February 12, 2009 Report Share Posted February 12, 2009 Some good one's Steve. I'm not a poet so I don't have any to share. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
VermontHunter Posted February 12, 2009 Report Share Posted February 12, 2009 Almost as good as your paintings Steve ..... I really liked the one called "Lost In The Corn" .... very nice work .. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hammerforged Posted February 12, 2009 Report Share Posted February 12, 2009 Okay, I give up. Between you and Dakota I can see that I can't hold a candle. Beautiful work there Steve. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Texan_Til_I_Die Posted February 12, 2009 Report Share Posted February 12, 2009 Good stuff Steve. I've got a notebook of stuff at home that I've written over the years. I might dig it out and post a few. Here's a quick sample... The old man in the mirror staring out at me tonight is just the ghost of an old cowboy who no longer ropes or rides. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
texastrophies Posted February 12, 2009 Report Share Posted February 12, 2009 Since it's so dang slow in here, I thought I'd share my poetry with you. If you don't like it, don't say anything eh...you might hurt my feelings...LOL:D ... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
texastrophies Posted February 12, 2009 Report Share Posted February 12, 2009 Just messing with you Steve. Pretty nice, you have a couple of talents that not many have between this and the paintings. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
buckee Posted February 12, 2009 Author Report Share Posted February 12, 2009 (edited) I'll throw these two in as well. Thanks guys Edited February 12, 2009 by buckee Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Canuck2 Posted February 12, 2009 Report Share Posted February 12, 2009 (edited) Steve, those are awesome. You are a bottomless pit of talents. I don't know how to do those nice backgrounds, but I'll take up your suggestion anyway - here's one of the few poems I ever wrote. BUT FIRST some important background information to set the table. I penned this while working on a mining project a number of years ago, on which there were several other employees. This dissertation involves 3 of them; Mike Shoreman and Larry were laborers with Mike being the lead hand on that shift. They were avid hunters, though not too good, and quite red-necked. Douglas was the project supervisor, a nonhunter but quite famous for having vehicle collisions with deer. And so: Ode to a Mighty Nimrod The dawn was dank and hazy When the boys - mad Mike and Crazy Larry - loaded guns and ammo in the Jeep. Said Mike, "I'll sure be aiming For some killing and/or maiming 'Cause anything we bag we get to keep. They both were just a-hooting By the prospect of their shooting The maximum the game laws would allow. They had their hippy permit And, with luck, they surely would git A plump and juicy Simmental range cow. Poor Larry waxed lamenting 'Bout the misery and tormenting Caused by lack of slaughter as of late. He hadn't seen no bruins So his spring hunt was in ruins (Nor had his recent love life been so great). Articulated Shoreman "Because I am your foreman It's only fair I fire my gun first. If a critter still should quiver After ten shots I deliver Then nail it with a Husqvarna burst. They scoured hill and dale But only glimpsed the tail Of a solitary squirrel as it took flight. Although they tramped exhausted Simply nothing was accosted And reluctantly they quit by dead of night. As they glumly motored townward They reflected, sprits downward, Convinced the North Fork valley held no deer. "We'll stop and visit Douglas And perhaps just drink a mug less Than a couple dozen of his beer." Then their eyes bugged full asunder Wrought with envy, fraught with wonder: Had this latent hunter gone berserk? The meat was nice and tender From the bucks upon each fender That Doug subdued while swerving home from work. Edited February 13, 2009 by Canuck2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NS whitetail Posted February 13, 2009 Report Share Posted February 13, 2009 Good stuff :cool: Here is something I wrote while back in school for an assignment in English class : It might be lame, but you asked and I was only about 16 at the time :p:D:D "The Princess" In the year of 1864 The great ship "The Princess" cast off from shore But no one knew till it was too late That "The Princess" would soon meet her fate The great ship sailed for many days But now no one knows where she lays She was sailing across the mighty sea When a terrible storm hit suddenly There was no where to run or hide They had to drift with the tide But since the boat was huge and slow Up and down on waves she would go But one time she went down, straight to the ocean floor And never rose to ride waves once more Every soul was lost that say It is such a shame they never made land day. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ruttinbuc Posted February 13, 2009 Report Share Posted February 13, 2009 Excellent stuff...those Canada guys sure do have some talent.... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
layin on the smackdown Posted February 13, 2009 Report Share Posted February 13, 2009 (edited) this is embarrasing...but i figured i'd share a few as well... Fantasia Sun shinning bright With rays all around, Stare up at the sky Its you and me they have found, Us skipping stones As waves crashed in our hands, Our little feet dancing Foot prints in the sand, And we walked... With those thunderous waves That talked... To you and me, Those true reflections We so commonly see, Come and dance, Come and play on these beaches, Walk this shoreline Drink the life that it teaches... Orange tinted waves Crumble in from the tide, Engulfing our feet As we set aside, Our regrets and our sorrows We bury with sand, And stroll in the sunset Your palm in my had... And we walked... Butterfly Kiss So long I've been waiting For a sign from above, Then someone sent me A butterfly with love, And wings with a touch That kiss me to sleep, This one butterfly I live long to keep... Our eyes will be lashing One day we'll be crashing, Our wings together For now and forever... Soaring so high, Oh what I would do For my sweet butterfly... She flies around me Like the stars in the skies, And lands on my cheek With her sun shining eyes, And her beautiful face And sweet smelling sweat, My butterfly's wings Shall always be set, To fly high above Like Queen of the sky, How much I will miss My sweet butterfly... Our lips will be dancing Our eyes will be glancing, At each other around Oh sweet up and down, Together forever Soaring so high, Oh what I would do For my butterfly... Every time she flies Everywhere she goes, Her wings leave a trail That her beauty follows, Where the flower she flutters There is no good bye, Just a life lasting kiss From my sweet butterfly... How much I will miss My butterfly's kiss... Edited February 13, 2009 by layin on the smackdown Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Steven Posted February 13, 2009 Report Share Posted February 13, 2009 I've been writing bad poetry since I was about 13, mostly due to lack of ability to maintain healthy personal relationships with actual people. Sorry I don't any about deer or trees or anything like that. I've posted this one before. I wrote it while my sister was pregnant with my nephew a long time ago, he turns 17 next month. 24-7 I live above the wind In my kingdom in the sky I’m watching over you With an understanding eye Onward through the night I’m watching your back Protecting you From a sneak attack For those who you call friends May not be tried and true And true friends you’ll find Are few between and few The reason I am here Is to secure your spot in heaven I’m your guardian I’m always here 24-7 I wrote this one for a friend who was going through some pretty tough times. Time Heals Living in the shadows Of a pain you can’t outrun Kicking yourself in the teeth Your only means of fun You’d give anything to change it But the damage has been done Suppress your deepest turmoil And you think it goes away It lurks beneath the surface To unleash its wrath someday Driving yourself crazy As your mind is ripped away Plunging to the icy depths Of your darkest fears Sifting through your memories As your future slips away Fighting with the devil Just to live another day Time heals old wounds That your mind cannot escape Imprisoned by your thoughts But you’ll live another day Time heals… Life goes on I wrote this for my great grandmother in around 1997 or so. I wrote it on a construction site with a carpenter's pencil on a scrap piece of plywood. She died 2 weeks after it was first read to her and then was subsequently read at her funeral. An Angel Among Men Have you seen the beauty of an angel among men? When life deals you down and dirty, she’ll quickly take you in I’ve been very lucky to have her close to me Sometimes I feel she was sent here just for me A gift of love from her heart she’ll send Whether you’re alone or with your closest friend An unconditional love. No matter what the cost An inspirational voice, when it seems all hope is lost Bearing all your burdens, when it’s more than you can stand Even if it sets her back, a maiden of God’s command Shined on by the angels, knowing no less than love God’s greatest angel, guided by the lord above A teacher of the young, a role model for all If I ever could repay her, I’d offer her my all A halo on her head, a rainbow where she goes She’s touched by the hand of God, A heart of gold that glows If every gray cloud has a silver lining, one thing is for sure One day she’ll be watching from where the eagles soar The man that I am now and the child that I was then Are in complete agreement… she’s an angel among men I wrote this one for my aunt and uncle's 25th anniversary Two people meet One husband; one wife And bring into this world One brand new life One part her And one part him The end result Is unmistakably them Through trials and tears Good times and bad One goal remains constant: To be a mom and a dad Always together Through smiles and tears A family is built That stands up through the years What can be said About a love so grand That started so simply One woman; one man This one I just wrote this stanza probably 8 years ago and never could get any further with it. Apparently I was in a pretty dark place... Did you think I wouldn’t bleed, Like any other man? When you ripped out my heart And held it in your hand You slithered through my dreams Like a sick, sadistic snake Kicked a hole in my soul For your own amusement’s sake Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JJL Posted February 13, 2009 Report Share Posted February 13, 2009 Very fine work.........to all of you. I never have written any poetry. But, I did have a poem written about me. It was a young lady that I had a fancy for, who put pen and paper together on my behalf. But, that was a long time ago when I was a boy living on Nantucket Island in Massachusetts. It's nice to be remember in such a way.............:D:D:D Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Doe-ee Posted February 13, 2009 Report Share Posted February 13, 2009 Awesome poetry everyone! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Missilelock Posted February 13, 2009 Report Share Posted February 13, 2009 Wow- great poems across the board!! I died laughin at Canuck 2- I votin that one first place! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tominator Posted February 13, 2009 Report Share Posted February 13, 2009 Not as pure poetically as some of you, but I'll post my one ode again Tools. Right tool for the job. Chainsaws. Beautiful chainsaws. What a tool! Watch your step if you're a dead log on my property. Lord help you if you're a low hanging branch. Why pull out a whimpy pair of pruners when you have 50cc's of chainsaw at your disposal? Chainsaws, beautiful chainsaws. Right tool for the job. That dude in the movie knew what he was doing. Morbid I know, it was a movie, fantasy, get over it. I have a chainsaw And now I know how to operate it. Thanks Tom. Chainsaws, beautiful chainsaws! Right tool for the job. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Adjam5 Posted February 13, 2009 Report Share Posted February 13, 2009 Wow! I don't think I could ever come up with such genius. Great job guys. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hoythunter37 Posted February 13, 2009 Report Share Posted February 13, 2009 WOW steven nice work!! That is some pretty awesome stuff!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
buckee Posted February 13, 2009 Author Report Share Posted February 13, 2009 (edited) Great poetry guys. I was hoping to draw all of the poets out of the closet Lord help me ..I just couldn't help myself Edited February 13, 2009 by buckee Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
stevebeilgard Posted February 13, 2009 Report Share Posted February 13, 2009 very good work here. but jim does get the award for the most vivid imagination. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JJL Posted February 13, 2009 Report Share Posted February 13, 2009 Thanks Steve...............for noticing. I'll see if I can use my AWARD WINNING IMAGINATION to come up with something more useful in the future. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
buckee Posted February 13, 2009 Author Report Share Posted February 13, 2009 Yes, Jim has always been vivid Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
aksheephuntress Posted February 13, 2009 Report Share Posted February 13, 2009 ....wow.....-some incredible stuff, here... -Buckee, I 've always appreciated your poetry.... -Chris...-your poem with Buckee's photochop and the shower is priceless....; and JJ...I don't get it....?...and Jack, Lewis, Steven, everyone- -some absolutely awesome writing.... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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