OmniTense/Sinister Poetry Collection

[Silver]

This poem speaks to me Sinister. It reminds me of that last trace of the voice of public reason in my head I killed that time ago. The last thing to tell me of my limitations after I even stopped listening to my own voice of reason.

It also seems to speak of other things such as the people you know who may try to bring you down. Or that's something I got out of it. The repetition of 'You Can't' seems to reinforce this for me. It's a good poem.
Keep writing.

[OmniTense]

Thanks Furore, I still will write. Just took a pre-semester hiatus. But I've come up with a new one based on personal experiences. Not a serious, complicated, profound or very good poem at all. But one that I had fun typing up. Due to it's rather superfluous and silly nature, it has no name.

EDIT: I've changed my mind, I'll give it a title. One sufficiently simple.

Latrodectism

There once was a black spider
Who once bit a writer
Who had sat down besider her
To smoke his pipe...

It was just a light kiss
Upon his pale wrist
It was just a slight sting
That a slight itch, did bring

A slight sting to a slight itch
An itch to an ache
His skin, he did rake
His muscles, quake...

His eyes sang with tears
His pain, he did show
But he did not kill the spider
He did not kill the widow...

[OmniTense]

The “Great” Marionette

In a dusty attic
All allayed with grime,
Sputtered by moths
And bested by time.

Where we caught an old puppet
Out of a discolored cage,
Strung in a web
Of it’s own plastic strings.

Somber in face,
And somber in dress.
Sad were the sounds
That it’s hinges protest.

Pedals like petals,
Hoisted the doll.
Smoke from metal
Helped to settle the pall.

Lamps and lanterns illuminate
The pantomime, and translate,
The motions of our captive mime.
In Waltzing time…

It’s little wooden clogs
Danced across the dresser.
We laughed as we forced it
To dance Tarantellas.

To our laughs, it would frown.
We’d spin it around.
Clatter ’midst clutter,
And rattle to ground.
‘Twas neither a matter
Deep nor profound,
Unto which wit
Or meaning was bound.

Amen…
Oh Woe…

[OmniTense]

Liturgies of the Literate
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Liturgy of the Essayist

The friction of a whispered word can set the world ablaze.
And when that word is shouted, believe that lives will shatter
Break and batter along the matter the word was spoken

Liturgy of the Author
So I say, that he has said, something I will say again
In words jumbled, fumbled and rearranged I shall say it again.

Liturgy of the Historian

In a history of written works both witty, fitting and memorable
Our lives sum in a swell of softly printed syllables
That part was good and we must not forget that other part as well
To sum it all up is a tale that was told so that we would tell

Liturgy of the Dreamer

But we must not let our shining dreams
Outshine ourselves, for we were their beholders,
That makes us shine just as bright.

-OmniTense

[OmniTense]

Angel Band
God is naked in his birthday suit,
Loudly swearing into a flute
Gabe keeps pace, fingering the brass
Michael sings out of his ass

God swears over how Michael sings
While Satan keeps the beat with his wings

Hear the music sway in you
Hear the jazz see you through

Jesus conducts the flow and flux
From his perch on top of his crux
Nobody there has the score
They just make their heavenly roar...

[OmniTense]

And How We Have All Been Deceived

What is what and,
How was it made
Can it be broken
Can it be saved...

Tell me now, how?
How you've never felt
So empty before
Will you die or will you wilt?

Breath in and out again
After all, we're alive...
Welcome, my friend
Don't be afraid

Of living receding
Of darkness increasing
The time flies by
We no longer ask why

In night now descending
With fear wickedly mending
With you now believing
Life, no more deceiving
As it is ending...

The above post is intended for an audience of one. A single member of this forum

-Sin

[OmniTense]

That one may smile…

In stems of a steppe
In gardens we wept
I knew you as true
And never a shrew

You have a gloam
It reddens your eye
It slims at your face
As you ruddily cry

All that you've said
But Perfervid Flak
Can’t you have named
The knife in my back

We’ve come a mile
Nay, a mile and a half
That you may smile
And evilly laugh

I have in my pocket
Halos and Horns
How is it that you,
With derision and scorn,
A smile of thorns
Leave to me
To wear but the horns

We have traveled a million
To the very last mile
That one may smile,
And smile, and still be a villain

[OmniTense]

Sepulchretan

In a creak on a stair,
Over colder memorial,
Under my coffin’s lid.

Away shall I slip
Through kirkyard and crypt
Belted and sheathed upon my hip
A pocket knife to prick my thumb
Blisters of wind to make me numb

There in the mire stood a spire
Leashed to a cross with razor wire
A woman’s bosom which bled not milk
But blood that ran like fluid silk

Abreast of the breast was tacked a sign
“Whosoever upon this dine,
Drink not ye oil, nor drink ye wine…”

A drip to my lip, fell from above
Tasting of sweet mother’s love
At the base of the place laid a crown
A gem diadem filled to the brim
With stiff mayhem, i.e. this poem

Reading this script, I saw
No need to write what
Had already been penned…

[Fishie]

I really like this poem Sinister. Its dark but at the same time its really good. It puts a picture in my head but it tells a story and it tells it beautifully.

Originally posted by Sinister
In a creak on a stair,
Over colder memorial,
Under my coffin’s lid.

The beginning really got me hooked on reading the whole thing. It just grabbed me, hypothetically speaking of course. (Did I even spell that right? o.O)

But yeah. Awesome work bro!

[OmniTense]

Sad in Effect


raw leaves rest, once in a year
winter spins here
bending colors to white

former glories, warmer stories
were buried under crumb and crust
bitter and hoary

losing no sunshine
we found her lying, burned, buried alive
charred and frozen to the lares shrine

gone away from home
to pray alone
burned by the candle she lit

they say suffer the sad
please yourself with
what you have and what they had

they never believed that once in a world
cruelty could befall one so young
that youth was easy and age unsung

ravens pinched her flesh and fed
one prying, sickly prying
her eyeball from her head

of this poor girl and poorer world
only one thing could be said
thank death that she was dead

[OmniTense]

Untitled

The Men on TV all say...
"Atlas has an evil axis...
So good men, rankle your bones
Rattle your sabre and spit your blood"

The war cries just don't belong
Dulce et decorum tastes all wrong
Faex populi, I feel so used.
So little ago, we said so long

But Rankle bones
Rattle our sabres
Spit our blood
On foreign ground.

Taste it
Watch us
Waste it
We'll baste the sand

We bring the blood
They bring the bombs
The land has the sand
God help us...we'll make red glass...