Hall of Inspirations 2006

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By expiringpoet posted on 6 October 2006

The Nature of Despair

An abandoned space,
Offering no warmth, there is only-

The taint of spilled beer
On the lipless walls,

The pollution of over-hasty excrement
Hanging in the air,

The promise of release in the drained syringes
lying exhausted on the floor.

A space so silent
You can almost hear
The whisper of your sanity sliding
out the space underneath the door,
Leaving behind madness,
With it's hungry gaping grin.

A cold clenches the lungs with angry fists. You cant
.....breathe. And all that is squeezed out of you in the end
Are sharp tears thick and portentous as a newborn babys choked cries
As it enters our world.

DeadPoet SG

By crimson soldier posted on 7 October 2006

I thought I left all of you behind
But all of you was some of me
I was singing a toast to this new freedom
Yet I struggle to keep past memories alive

Many will never have the luck
Yet some take it for granted
If I tried to care for you
you reminded me of my inadequacy.

Without you happiness is overrated
Only misery seems perfect
You took me to the top
then you pushed me off

I will be brave
Wish you luck and say my thanks
Loving you was the easiest choice
Moving on would be anything but.

DeadPoet SG

By S-wordsman posted on 9 October 2006

There's Nothing I'm Afraid Of

The time has come
For you to go
Into the wild, wild world;
To grow your wings
Unfurl your sails
And dive for every pearl

Youve come this far
To be this near
To promises so true;
So fly up high
And sail away
To seas and skies so blue

Remember child,
Remember well
The words you know by heart;
To make the difference
In this journey,
And make it from the start

The tools youve gained
From years youve trained
To be better than before;
And knowledge learned
From years youve yearned
To wisen more and more

Pick up your step,
Breathe in fresh air,
Explore your own horizon;
Be first to respect,
Show dignity,
Success, be your destination

And if you feel
The whole wide world
Is coming down on you
Look up, youll find
A helping hand,
To help you start anew

Never give up
Never give in
To failure and temptation;
Always look up,
Always live life
With endless good intention

Your time has come,
Its time to show
The world what you are made of;
Unleash the wind,
Make rough the seas,
Theres nothing youre afraid of.

DeadPoet SG

By ironoxideman posted on 18 October 2006

End Game

Nagant,
you look so slick
down your barrel i stare
into your deepest chamber
i go searching for a flare

spun on impulse
your cylinder is filled
one lotus root of steel,
seven live babies

you dislodge one
from thy womb
fate you adopt
and chance too, the midwife
who delivers.

Nagant,
spun is the wheel
i strain against
the clockwise motion
till the hammer in place
puts a stop.

delivers my sentence

DeadPoet SG

By DriftingGuy posted on 26 October 2006

The Fisherman (A Short Story)

There was once a fisherman who lived his life knowing only how to fish. Every morning he will get up early in the morning just so that he can have more hours to fish before he sleeps.

He desired having fish so much, he dreamt about it every single day. In his waking hours, all he can think about is fish, fish and more fish. His favorite fish is white pomfret which he dreams about almost every night

However, every time he casts his fishing rod, he only manages to get thrown out rubbish or at best a few shrimps.

He tried everything possible, from getting a better fishing rod, reading up on better fishing locations or better fishing times and yet to no avail.

This went on for quite some time. As time goes by, his desire slowly waned. He realised that there must be more to life than just fishes. Finally, after failing to fish for the last time, he stopped.

The fisherman decided try out other things. He learnt to ride a bicycle. He travelled around to places he was too busy to visit while he was fishing. He tried hiking, reading, mountain climbing and a whole host of other activities which he never tried before. He enjoyed doing all these things and when he tire of them, he discovered that there were always new things he havent tried.

Fishing was still his primary love. Yet as time passes, it became just an interest. And then, a distant memory.

Some time later, the fisherman decided to learn sailing as he has grown affection for the sun, the sand and the sea. He bought a sail boat and steered his boat northwards towards the shimmering sea.

After hours of cruising through the emerald waters and after that enjoying the sunset, the fisherman went back. As he left the gangway, he noticed a net caught by a hook onto the stern of his boat. With great effort, he removed the net and threw it on the floor. Within the net lies a great multitude of shrimps, groupers, bass and of course white pomfrets.

Owl^ SG

Rolling Eyes
Mr. Green

DeadPoet SG

What are you doing here?

*kok Owl^ head* Twisted Evil

DeadPoet SG

By DarkClouds posted on 8 November 06

The Drifter

And it rained on an autumn night
Cold winds blowing across the barren farmland
Animals kept in their pens
Mothers tales entertaining the young children

Came knocking on a door
A peculiar young man did
Clad in an old yellow raincoat
With a smile on his face

Good day to you young lass, he said
Would you mind me borrowing your fireplace?
The winds have chilled my bones
And I got no place I can call home

DeadPoet SG

By ironoxideman posted on 8 November 06

midget tales (Story)

3 midget memories:

the stupid lil' kid is going up the escalator with his mother.On the right,from the escalator going in the opposite way, stupid lil' kid hears shouts of cheerful hellos, he sees another midget, he doesn't recognise him. The stupid lil' kid asks the mother who is that, the mother tells him its his friend... doesn't he remember? The escalator continues ascending, the jumping boisterous kid on the other side falls on the mechanical steps and starts bawling, the stupid lil' kid can't remember.

-----

the stupid lil' kid is sitting in the ballroom. theres a christmas party of sorts going on and somebody dressed as santa claus is coming in later. there are other midgets everywhere, the place is filled with christmas deco that someone has to clear up later.The stupid lil' kid is looking down at the table because the stupid lil' kid is alone -but not for long, some other brat comes and sits. The brat is with the parents, the parent fusses about its brat and then asks the stupid lil' kid, how old are you in standard pleasant condescending manner. The parent remarks to its brat, 'very small size'. The stupid lil' kid looks across the room. Later, santa claus,an old fraud starts handing out presents, the stupid lil' kid feels his package,a flat rectangle and can't imagine what it might be, but figures that its something special if its so enigmatic.
On the way home in the car, the stupid lil' kid opens his package and discovers a children's book of...a fairy tale with huge letters which he finishes reading in a minute.

-----

the stupid lil' kid is sitting in class. the class is dark,the projector is on and on it,is a transparency with a grammar exercise. The stupid lil' kid seems oblivious so the teacher calls him out. The kid comes back from the floating world and walks out slowly .Taking a marker from the teacher, the stupid lil kid approaches the machine and squinting at the incandescent glow he feels like he has just woken up. All eyes are on him, there is absolute silence in the classroom... he reads the question, "the class of pupils ____ reading in the library". Then answers without thought, 'is' . Like a rousing hive, the other midgets enter a droning chorus of 'nooooooo' almost before the teacher asks if the answer is correct. When the chorus fades away, the teacher delivers the grave news, the stupid lil kid standing by the projector,is correct. The stupid lil kid looks at the teacher. the teacher nods her head with an expression of obliging approval. the stupid lil' kid makes his way back to his seat right at the back feeling like he has cheated death. the lesson continues when he is seated.

DeadPoet SG

By trueno86 posted on 10 November 2006

Care for a run?

You can't choose how you were born, but you can decide how you live before you're gone.

Millions may plough, only handful will harvest. Poor are always many times than the prosperous.

I will not stop running as long as I see posh houses, flashy cars, lonely old man curling on the bench, grey hair granny searching for empty cans.

I live for this life, not the next. You can't choose the starting point in a marathon, but you can decide when you want to hear the finishing horn.

When will that be?

DeadPoet SG

By Mirumoto posted on 5 December 06

Shoelaces , and a belgian morning

I rub my eyes and stretch
Wishing I had slept earlier
Breathed alot easier
Feel alot better, and sing
Like a certain canary
Out of merciful captivity
And into this haze
Of flutter and stutter
Dicing my heart's gaze
Into mindless, symbolic bits of chatter.
So that myself , i can digest, that i matter

Wake me up. Please. From this little spell.
As i tie these shoelaces, while riding the carousel

DeadPoet SG

By Bluesky_Liz posted on 15 December 2006

Christmas at the Mall

When we were just children,
we used to marvel and covet
the piles of presents hoarded under
the lofty dressed Christmas tree
in the center of the mall;
we thought they were real,
....................................we thought
they were free for the taking.
When we got our hands on one
and tore it open, and saw that
it was just an empty cardboard box
wrapped up in gold shiny paper,
.....................................we wondered
who would be so cruel
as to falsely decorate Christmas.

DeadPoet SG

By Bluesky_Liz posted on 17 December 2006

Santa Under Scrutiny

Who is this Santa, who is this old man
whose facial features is hidden by his overgrown beard?
He appears every December with his signature ho-ho-ho,
(who laughs like that except the sinister?) sits
on a grand wooden chair on a stage and parents
(whose senses seem to have gone on vacation) line up
with their children, those innocent unscarred faces,
to go to him and let the little ones sit on his lap!
They stand below and watch the fat fuzzy mans claws
grab hold of each child as he asks them for their name
and what they would like for Christmas, then after 5 minutes
of whispers and his hands around their shoulders or across
their legs, he gives them a present from under a plastic tree,
then he sends them back to their parents with doubtful
looks on their faces. The ones that start crying as soon
as they see him know better.

DeadPoet SG

By preya posted on 19 December 2006

Someday

Someday, Im just going to
say I give
up
And throw my hands
into the air
Cupping the stars and hoping that they
plummet

What a very mean thing to think
Santa claus wont be very happy
to find that you wished his
traffic lights dead
Youll regret this
as soon as the first snow
falls
and the death of silent night
brings presents for everyone
but you

Someday, Im just going to
pray to the sky and the roads
And not to God
because they are here
deciding my fate
and He is Above
Me
Up there behind the clouds
Hiding
behind the shamed moon

Watch and wait, I will burn
up
like the stars
that you want me to become

Someday, Im just going to
walk the plank
Because Ive never seen sharks before
in real life
And who knows if they arent really
the kindest beasts
in the whole wide world?

Someday, Im just going to

DeadPoet SG

By MoonIce posted on 21 December 2006

Ho Ho Ho! (A Song?)

There will be lots of dirt about
So get ready an eraser or just scribble onward
Young and Old alike will throw words at one another
Dead Poets Society or Mad Pencils Club
Hohoho...

Dead Poets Society for Past Years
or is it DPS
But Mad Pencils Club for the Future
or is it MPC
Closed and Dark
or
Mad and Creative
Hohoho...

Madness lies ahead
Joy abound in Abundance
Smiles brighten up the day
Pencils is set by our side
Gifts of Words are exchanged
Hohoho...

Paper and Pencil in hand
I frown
I smile
I write
I inspire
All with a small thin stick in my hand
And a sheet below
Plus the small but musing thingy up there.
Hohoho...

Poems
Songs
Stories
There they are floating around
Waiting for someone to catch hold
To show them to the world
Hohoho...

Tears of sadness
Tears of joy
Cracks of Smiles
Sound of Laughter
Twinkles Twinkles Twinkles
Hohoho...

DeadPoet SG

By laurence82 posted on 20 December 06

Premier Membership

Oh, the vile Premier Membership
Its nothing but a pile of shit

Pardon my crass
For i am brass

And not one to mince my words

For twenty bucks a year
Could feed many you hear?

Puny avatar and dwarvish signature
What a lousy overture

Give me more, I'll consider
If its worth any dear

At my pleasure I will sign
Not a knife to make me sigh

Lure me, seduce me
But never throttle me

Darn FireIce for all she is worth
To make me lose my Perth

Down with tyranny
Down with gluttony

Come all say, No Premier Membership!

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