OmniTense/Sinister Poetry Collection

[Fishie]

I really like your poems Sinister. You use great descriptive words and I enjoy reading them. They do make sense and I understand where you're coming from.

The last poem you wrote sounds good. I like the ending of it of how you do this at the end: "...". It sounds like someone is leaving life though. But good poem.

[Govinda]

Ach, shoosh, you. Don't stop posting them. I for one like them, in particular Classical Thunder, Psaltry of the Soul and that one about pennies whose title escapes me. I decided not to post in here prior to now, to let your thread have its own wee 'flow', so to speak. Didn't want to step on your toes, etc.

Don't ever stop writing.

[OmniTense]

Thanks guys. You guys are good friends.

Well they're modest poems, but I write what I write, lol.

They were worth every bit of the work if for nothing else I got Gov to post a post again lol.

[Govinda]

Got me to post again, eh! Perhaps this was some clever ruse on your part...though I really, really, really doubt it. I am not such a luddite that I would not drop in to give you my opinion on your writing. You already know what great importance I place in writing.

In fact, on the occaisions when I do poke my head in here, my only stops are Literature and Journals, really. Just to keep an eye out. I'll probably be poking about more, since my MSN has died and it was basically all I did on this internet contraption.

Anyway! I'll stop littering your thread. Cheerio.

[OmniTense]

The Battle Pass

As I was standing beneath the Pass
Steadfast I stood, but stood aghast
Any man with an ear
Could not help but hear
The pound of the drums…

They screamed:
“Retreat, Retreat! RETREAT!”

Dun and Crimson hued
The world was it’s span
Never before would a “man”
stand where I was glued

Snaking through the mountains
No crooked path or high peak Contends
The higher it ascends,
The more snow and blood blends…

“Retreat, Retreat! RETREAT!”

Little did the doom and fire
Courage Inspire, instead faltered ire
High and higher
Like a dead fang of the world…

Deep and steep
Did that stygian band beat
Dank caves that Evils replete
Those maddening drums over and over repeat…

“Retreat, Retreat! RETREAT!”

And in all of this storm of earth
Was a hidden bony song
Sung by monsters of War
That littered it’s murky firth

“Dare you stay when you should go?
Snow and wind bite and blow
Retreat, Retreat! RETREAT!

Did you smell the blood we spilt?
Can you hear the screams that lilt
Dead and curled are the keeps we built
Bodies piled so high that the world will tilt

Dare the Path and Shun the Peak
The Brave die high and the meek
Retreat, Retreat! RETREAT!"

[Silver]

Omnitense, INTENSE!
The repetiton of "Retreat, Retreat! RETREAT!" added an urgency, and a lot of interest.
And your use of rhyme...
I must say this: You are not a poet, you're a poet GOD.
The Rhyme Sublime himself.

You've stuck to an idea and pulled it off magnificently, awesome work.

[OmniTense]

Thanks Celtic...I don't know what to say...

I'm glad you liked it.


@Gov


And yes, it was all a clever ruse and you fell for it. It was no big deal... I just had to borrow a rhyming dictionary and then a little of this and that and walla! I got you to post

j/k

[OmniTense]

The Jealousy Lyric

And So Flowers from Corpses Grow
Some as Red as Blood
Some as White as Snow
The Sad Light they Sew
Strike the Bereaved
And those Filled with Woe
To Dishearten and Make Unwhole
And Make Precious Mockery
Of the Life they Stole

[Fishie]

I wish it was longer. I wanted to keep reading more and more, but its really good. Its written out amazing and you used great descriptive words in it.

And So Flowers from Corpses Grow
Some as Red as Blood
Some as White as Snow

The beginning of it is my favorite. It puts a picture on my head just imagining it. Kudos OmniTense!

[OmniTense]

The King of gods and the God of men

The King of gods and the God of men
Sees with his tower of empyrean light
of elysian fields and the plains of men
A fanfare precedes and then follows after
He makes merry of misery and scorns at laughter

A god who wrecks sorrow on those who Interest
The God of men, The God who takes and cannot give
He steals morality and leaves it torn
And his absence makes all men mourn

What Irony that the root made God, Rules men
When it was we who first created him
A little ink, some paper and metal
But it was the idea that, man's fate did settle

He is most surely in all places at once
Behind many faces of innocence and loyalty
All man's dreams and wants made one
He will steal smiles and blot out the sun

He gives reasons to murder, mayhem and theft
He inspires all three and to man destroys veracity
That all thoughts he consumes and luck he smotes
All this carnage caused by federal reserve notes

[OmniTense]

Prepare for Battle

Nothing but life to live
One life is all I need
Heaven shall remember
Hell will never forgive

I stood all day in the falling rain
Let things end and everything start again
I shall face the end with pride
I shall stand before the turning tide

Here, my nerves are bare.

I wipe my eyes
“Think of the pain!
Clench your fist
Die not in vain!”

I stood all day in the falling rain
Let things end and everything start again
Speaking in mute pantomime
Searching for just an hour’s time…

I try to lift my head
Looking for a last spark
Of light in this final dark
“I’m not dead?...dead.”

All my life, this has been planned
In this second, I shall stand!
And so, I stood all day in the falling rain
Let things end and everything start again!