Who are you?

UnderYourSpell

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This isn't a Challenge but hopefully an ongoing thread.
Tell us who you are or think you are, or even who you'd like to be. A bit of a twist how do you see other members? Especially those not joining in, if you don't I'll feel at liberty to do it for you :)
I suppose I should set some rules. Any genre, serious or humerous.
Any questions?
 
I am Socrates, a Greek musician and lyric writer and most of you know me as pelegrino, and I like very much your company whenever I happen to visit which is not very often presently cause I'm very busy, so I miss all of you and your verses…
Greetings from Crete and the blue Libyan sea.
:rose:
:rose:
:rose:
 
Are we to tackle this in poetry format?

With it being a poetry forum I had intended it to be poetry yes, but statements these days seem to pass as prose poems. Something I'll never understand but then I can't be perfect all the time! :D So yes poetry of one sort or another.

If it is, I think Annie should re-consider. We can call it the "True Confessions Challenge.":eek:

If I told you all the things I'd done it would either raise my Street Cred or possibly you'd never speak to me again! :devil:
 
With it being a poetry forum I had intended it to be poetry yes, but statements these days seem to pass as prose poems. Something I'll never understand but then I can't be perfect all the time! :D So yes poetry of one sort or another.



If I told you all the things I'd done it would either raise my Street Cred or possibly you'd never speak to me again! :devil:

If you had any Street Cred to begin with, you just lost it for saying the words Street Cred.
 
this ain’t my day job

some people go to therapy
myself, i write bad poetry
and if i show too much of me
please do not think the less of me

from anonymous cubes throughout the land
penning iambic pentameter with nervous hand
then sent using elegant HTML command
through the net - whole continents spanned
this isn’t in budget, this wasn’t planned
and worse than that, it doesn’t scan
but it is

some people go to therapy
myself, i write bad poetry
and if iI think too much of me
i mask it all with irony
 
Am I truly the shy nerd of real life, or the mirror'd lusty vamp?

The serious geek or the wannabe poet? Perhaps I'll be both... or all.
 
this ain’t my day job

some people go to therapy
myself, i write bad poetry
and if i show too much of me
please do not think the less of me

from anonymous cubes throughout the land
penning iambic pentameter with nervous hand
then sent using elegant HTML command
through the net - whole continents spanned
this isn’t in budget, this wasn’t planned
and worse than that, it doesn’t scan
but it is

some people go to therapy
myself, i write bad poetry
and if iI think too much of me
i mask it all with irony

I love this one!!
 
Face Up

I see the place I would have hid
is where you couldn't close the lid
And now it's clear the color prepossesses
what the better part of my addresses is
I think the better part of finding time
is better meant for you than me
 
Diana huntress
Looking down through the Oak Grove,
Her weapon ready.

Waiting for her game
Her only game seduction.
Whisper to me deers,

What is it you see?
In one such as me, perhaps
am I Lesbian?

Not the way I feel.
I am unattainable
For woman or man.

Imagination!
My game is to stimulate,
Mind's satisfaction.

I see my game now
His thoughts carnal, erotic
Arrow into heart.
 
Nevyn the herbalist,
Physician, philosopher,
Healer of mind and body,
Master of the Aethyr.

Confidant, listen.
Consultant, advise.
Friend, encourage.
Lover, share.

Labels mean little,
A man? A woman?
Which is what, truly?
One be one’s self.

Life is love, pure and true.
Within the confines of the mind,
Without boundaries any,
Love is life, pure and simple.

Eroticism is art and beauty,
Bound, intertwined,
Without beginning, without end.
Two are One. One is Two.

No arrow into heart let fly.
In gentle hands tenderly hold.
Truth recognized, understood.
Peace achieved.

Thoughts evoqued sensually.
Passion shared willingly.
Trust given freely.
Love offered humbly.

Uncertain future beckons.
Path obscured by shadows.
Light strives to shine.
Patience is the virtue.
 
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Time Heals All Wounds

Time was I could imagine
being aged and bent
with my first true love
helping me over the threshold
of our bedroom.

Time is cruel and I imagine,
sometimes takes mean
delight in messing with us
and changes our dreams
into something more careful
against that pain.

Time sets a pace and imagine
how a widow can see
hope in a new love
chasing me over the threshold
into his bedroom.
 
Time wounds

Time Heals All Wounds

Time was I could imagine
being aged and bent
with my first true love
helping me over the threshold
of our bedroom.

Time is cruel and I imagine,
sometimes takes mean
delight in messing with us
and changes our dreams
into something more careful
against that pain.

Time sets a pace and imagine
how a widow can see
hope in a new love
chasing me over the threshold
into his bedroom.

Wonderfully real.
Really wonderful.
I think you can get my drift:
I drift towards aged and bent.
 
I woke up in a Soho doorway
A policeman knew my name
He said you can go sleep at home tonight
If you can get up and walk away

I staggered back to the underground
And the breeze blew back my hair
I remember throwin' punches around
And preachin' from my chair

-the Who
 
Who am I?
It's difficult to say
I seem to be
someone else
every single day

Who made me?
Who made you?
This song sounds ripped
like AC/DC lyrics
here comes Angus in his shorts
playing familiar guitar licks

You gotta wonder who made who?

I really do WONDER!

WONDER!

WONDER!
 
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