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[title] => In The Dark It Seems So Sunny
[time] => 2019-01-31 14:42:15
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[bodytext] => My head is spinning round and round
In the noise I hear
Not but a sound
Spinning round and round
Nobody to surround
Feeling faceless in all these empty spaces
Hey buddy if I feed you a line
Could you spare me your last dime
If not how about just some of your time
Maybe let me borrow
Some more of your sorrows
For me, there may be no more tomorrows
My mind is spinning out of control
No one with me, no one to hold
I`m only the timid, not one of the bold
All I dream of is dying
If I said other, I`d be lying
I`m losing my lucidity and it ain`t so pretty
I feel as if I`m going nowhere
But always rushing off somewhere
The years I`ll never have
Would have been the best I ever had
Hey buddy, can you lend me some more sorrows
Cause I ran out of tomorrows
My head is spinning in circles
I find it kinda funny
In the dark it seems so sunny
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[topic] => 59
[informant] => jamesstockdale
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In The Dark It Seems So Sunny
Contributed by
jamesstockdale
on
Thursday, 31st January 2019 @ 02:42:15 PM in AEST
Topic:
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My head is spinning round and round
In the noise I hear
Not but a sound
Spinning round and round
Nobody to surround
Feeling faceless in all these empty spaces
Hey buddy if I feed you a line
Could you spare me your last dime
If not how about just some of your time
Maybe let me borrow
Some more of your sorrows
For me, there may be no more tomorrows
My mind is spinning out of control
No one with me, no one to hold
I`m only the timid, not one of the bold
All I dream of is dying
If I said other, I`d be lying
I`m losing my lucidity and it ain`t so pretty
I feel as if I`m going nowhere
But always rushing off somewhere
The years I`ll never have
Would have been the best I ever had
Hey buddy, can you lend me some more sorrows
Cause I ran out of tomorrows
My head is spinning in circles
I find it kinda funny
In the dark it seems so sunny
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Re: In The Dark It Seems So Sunny
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by softerware on
Thursday, 31st January 2019 @ 05:14:52 PM AEST
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Your poem dances all over the obsession with the end of life. It describes the thoughts of approaching death that keep playing in our heads as we realize we are approaching it at breakneck speed.
A bizarre phenomenon that seems macabre, but you have dished it out in a musical style that is like riding a carousel. Round and round. I can relate.
Good to know I am not the only one!!! Thank you James.
softerware
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Re: In The Dark It Seems So Sunny
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by Invierno on
Thursday, 31st January 2019 @ 08:27:44 PM AEST
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"The years I`ll never have
Would have been the best I ever had?
Holy sheet, James. What a ride! We/'/re definitely syncing; you, me, soft.
One of the best poems I/'/ve seen out of you. So many incredible lines that could be expanded on into another poem.
"In the dark it seems so sunny" Dammit.
I just posted one. Should be near the very top. I hope you visit it.
Invierno
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Re: In The Dark It Seems So Sunny
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 1st February 2019 @ 07:29:58 AM AEST
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For me, this reads like a dream. The way it jumps scenes.
"I can/'/t wake up. Saaaaave me!"
Very impressive, Jimmy! |
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Re: In The Dark It Seems So Sunny
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by Deidra_Carmichael on
Friday, 1st February 2019 @ 05:12:34 PM AEST
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As I’m reading I hear “Mad World” by Tears for Fears in the background. I usually don’t read anything categorized as psychotic poetry, but this poem was worth the risk. Great work here, takes us to the dark depths of the racing mind,
Deidra |
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Re: In The Dark It Seems So Sunny
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 3rd February 2019 @ 06:08:10 AM AEST
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in the old 1930/'/s movie, it was a surprise to see
honesty, and yet on film...
Perhaps something everyone just about anywhere would just love to share with one another.
The escape, the escape, this great escapade, so easily acknowledged universally, like an art, artistic rendering.
In there somewhere, designed in such a way, something that makes the beholder
smile a big smile.
I love to be true.
Great poem James!
Peace!
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Re: In The Dark It Seems So Sunny
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 3rd February 2019 @ 06:47:24 AM AEST
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I have never ever met
a poet such as old Hank.
Hank they say was an old seaman
once who saw much of the world
when he was young.
But when I first met old Hank
he lived in a tiny little house
all by himself and never said
much.
He was stolid and wore white
painter clothes, he repaired
roofs or painted houses well
into his nineties, and it
seemed as though he
had never had any family,
and seldom did he ever show
any emotion.
Old Hank was old Hank.
And I would hang out in his
little home that had no phone
or television when I was a boy.
I read Robinson Crusoe to old
Hank and he would sit there
stone faced, expressionless
And so I then read to him
aloud Moby Dick by Herman Melville,
and watching his face closely
hoping for a tiny trace of a smile
or possibly a scowl,
but nothing.
Hank, old Hank was a doer
at one time, I this was back
in the early sixties, thinking back
Hank must have been born sometime
in the eighteen seventies.
Old Hank was a poet nonetheless,
And I could tell.
I searched for someway to connect
with the old man.
It was Walt Whitman, a poem
I read to old Hank, that delivered
a poem/ in search of a poem.
Beginners
How they are for upon the Earth
(appearing in intervals,)
That opening to a poem brought
old Hank/'/s thought to speak.
How dear and dreadful they are
to earth,
How they inure themselves as much
as to any--- what a paradox appears
to their age.
Now, right there and then,I understood
that I had struck a chord with
old Hank.
And before I could finish the poem,
Old Hank recited word for word the
ending of that old poem,
"And how the same inexorable price
must still be paid for the same great
purchase."
And I still remember saying good bye
to the old man as the ambulance
took his old dead body away.
He was likely very very old and alone
when he died.
I felt like I knew of him, but I never
did or could have.
I only wished he knew of me.
That he might have felt.
Peace!
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Re: In The Dark It Seems So Sunny
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 3rd February 2019 @ 06:59:29 AM AEST
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Beginners
How they are provided for upon the Earth
(appearing in intervals,)
How dear and dreadful they are to earth,
How they inure to themselves as much as to
any--what a paradox appears their age,
How people respond to them, yet know them not,
How there is something relentless in their fate all
times,
How all times mischoose the objects of their adulation
and reward,
And how the same inexorable price must still be paid
for the same great purchase....
Anyway, In the Dark it Seems So Sunny
that was what your poem kind of spells out
to me, and to this partly fictional character,
Old Hank who was a real person, that I knew.
Peace! |
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Re: In The Dark It Seems So Sunny
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by hauntedscorp on
Sunday, 10th February 2019 @ 09:16:12 PM AEST
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This doesn’t seem like your writing. It was surprising to see your name attached to this work. I like the flow of rhymes to counteract the forlorn certainty of your thought process.
Top shelf! Keep it up.
~Scorp |
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