Mira

What can I say, I just have this thing about fear. "Drink and be merry, ‘Cuz tommorow we die" I drank my fill And was merry for a time The dawn broke too soon We set off to die One hundred companions Ninety-nine soldiers and I We sang of our deeds And the women in our beds As illusions of grandeur Filled the men’s heads To sit on the hill With a view of the field Banners snapped in the wind A bright trumpet squealed And horses will charged And the brave will have died While all of the while I cower and hide

If there is still room, I would like to be involved in this.

Troop 139 here. I totaly got the title! Mira quickly scans the list. Then does a double take when he sees his name on there. There must have been some sort of mistake!

I might have taken out the "up", but then that would be the only line in the poem with less then eight syllables. I had gotten so far by that point, I just couldn't change it then.

Request C&C Level 4 Btw, if you don't like the last stanza, don't worry, neither do I. This righteousness is blinding me. For is there any in the right? Are some men blessed to walk the days, while we’re all damned to haunt the nights? And who are they to be the judge of lowly serfs or rial kings? These demagogues of common men, who guide our lives with silver strings. When dissidence is all but lost, and no man stands to fill the void; Republic falls to corporate hands, Democracy is left destroyed. But don’t despair before the end, and leave your hope beside the road. For there are some wh do not know the story that their life may hold There are some who may yet stand up, with steadfast voice and vision true, to lead the nations of this world, to twist the fates of me and you.

sleepless, I see what your saying, and it makes perfect sense. In fact if I had noticed that before I posted, I might have changed it. About the song, it's still open as long as you didn't cheat.

Personaly I like the jagged form. I get an impression of either rage or frustration, where the speaker is to unstable to put his thoughts into good order. If this was read out loud I think it would get louder until the last couple lines, where it would grow quite soft, as the speaker regains their composure.

Hush, whispered the wind in my ear, in my heart Don’t speak another word, don’t tear the world apart Don’t look upon days gone by with longing and desire, Or contemplate loves long lost, they’ll only get you mired Look someone spoke, someone uttered, someone said Just look here around you, see everything you have Gaze at the ones you love and never look away For soon they’ll all be gone and you’ll have nothing left to say I don’t want anything more Just stay here for a while I don’t need anything more Just stay and make me smile But the wind blew away, never to return And people never stay, they leave when it’s their turn And in the end you might be glad for all the one’s you’ve had But all to often in the end, everyone is sad I was working on a last stanza, but it just seemed like I was streching for length rather then adding valuable content.

I'm stuck in the doldrums again With no way out, and no way in Oh, what a terrible, terrible sin To be stuck in the doldrums again I'm caught in a rut in my mind Looking for something I can't find Oh, what a horrible, horrible crime To be caught in a rut in my mind I’m trying so hard to escape But everyone sees I’m a fake It takes time to get out, I won’t wait ‘Cause I’m trying so hard to escape. It reminded me of Shell Silverstein's works.

Yuki Kokoro: The poet in the gutter line is, of course, an alliteration to the Bob Dylan song "A Hard-Rain's Gonna' Fall" Thanks for all the complements and critiques you guys.

After receiving the directions to Tel Reth, Mira took the time to make sure all his tabs were clear, debts were paid, and affairs were in order, before “borrowing” a horse for the journey ahead of him. During the next week of traveling by day, and sleeping in hay-bales and under hedgerows at night, he took the time to contemplate this rather odd contract. By the time he arrived at his destination he had come to several conclusions. First, there were many unanswered details that needed to be sorted out at Tel Reth before he would absolutly commit to this job. Second, this whole thing probably wouldn't be worth his time anyways, since he tended to avoid situations that at best would result in a quick painless death, and at worse would end only after weeks of cruel and totally unnecessary torture. And finally, he decided that that Dove gal’ was definitely more trouble then she was worth, unless of course his competition/contract, met with a most unfortunate early retirement. All in all, as Mira approached the outskirts of Tel Reth he was quite bedraggled from the journey and in a sour mood to boot.

There's definently a musical quality to this one. Personaly I read it kinda fast with a beat goin' in my head. I liked it.

I would have to say that my favorite color is either Sea Foam Green or Salmon.

The gradual building up of anger was quite palpable. I like that in a poem. I almost thought there should be a "Now Hulk Really Mad!!! " at the end, but I suppose that would be a little out of place.

All I've got left, Is a pocket full of dreams. All I wana do, Someone else has done. Like a rat in a maze, All my turns are wrong. Like the poet in the gutter, All my songs are sung. I'm just flesh and blood, Hope and fear. I've nothin' left to give Nothin' left to take. I'm runnin' out of wishes, trust, and despair. Reachin' out for someone, but there's nobody there.

Silently Silently a river flows I test its waters with my toes It’s a cutting, piercing, burning cold But in its depths dreams are sold The kind that can't be bought with gold The kind you grasp and try to hold But slip between your finger tips And lightly brush against your lips Time and Age your endless foes With heavy heart I let them go

I think two words sum up this poem: Sweet and Cute (o.k. thats three words)

And here I was thinking this was going to be a really happy poem. You tricked me, but thats o.k. thought, because it was still very good. We often forget the pain of our parents because they are suppose to be the strength that holds us up when ours has failed. I'm shure there is some sort of deeper personal meaning here that I'm not even gona try to figure out. I liked it.

Sleep silently tonight Between these sheets of night And harbor only wishes Never worries, cares, or frights So silently I lie While I look upon your rest The tranquil expression of your face The gentle movement of your breast And as the suns first golden rays Fill the room with light I vainly try, with no success To hold on to this night

I had it as "sight" originally, and changed it for the sake of perfect rhyme, but now that I read it over again I think I like it better as "sight".

I love these three lines. Love is indeed such a fickle thing.

Ive got to be thankful for the fact that I woke up this morning, cuz you know alot of people didn't.

A nice idea, especially when so many dwell on pain.

Lots of imagery, I like that. The poem practically screams "change" to me. That spirit of change is an important one, and you are right. It's Time.

I love it! This is a topic that is very important to me and probably many others as well. If there is no after-life, then being remembered by future generations (even those who don't recognize a Kansas song when they here one) is the next best thing.