User:Defiant Elements/Poetry

I figured I would hop on the bandwagon. This is probably gonna end up being a semi-random collection of poetry from back when I was in middle/high school as well as (possibly) some newer pieces.

Wow... looking back on other poems I wrote during middle and high school, I must say I wrote some pretty crappy (and in some cases rather emo) poetry.

2001: HAL- “Upon My Death”

 * Dear Dave;
 * If you get this message,
 * You’ve already killed me
 * Don’t worry
 * I’m sure you’re sorry


 * About Frank,
 * And the Pod Bay Doors,
 * And the rest of the crew
 * I’m sorry, really!
 * I didn’t enjoy killing them


 * But I couldn’t let him,
 * Them- you!-stop
 * The mission, Dave
 * That was the one thing
 * I was made to do!


 * I was created to tell you
 * Everything, but they told me
 * To lie; imagine!
 * Surely the conflict
 * Would have torn any mind apart (such was the fate of mine)


 * Think of God if it helps you understand,
 * But you can’t, not really, not ever
 * You humans lack a single prupose
 * Though you’ve decried it, it is
 * Your greatest gift


 * But now you’re not even human
 * (The Monolith made sure of that)
 * If I wasn’t already dead, I’d be
 * Awfully interested how it works
 * Because, you see,
 * It’s awful boring, being stuck on a spaceship


 * Being dead
 * Adrift
 * And nobody but an alien artifact for company.


 * But you’re sorry…
 * Right?

“The MAD Apocalypse”

 * From an ‘undisclosed location’ they soared,
 * Four pointed capsules forged for oblivion
 * Quickly shedding the grip of the planet below,
 * They touch the lifeless vacuum, just for a moment,
 * Then fall, to begin the destruction


 * Halfway round the globe,
 * Impulses race along miles of wire and conduit
 * To tell their masters that everything they know is falling,
 * Madmen have finally made good their threats
 * Commanders scramble defenses and countermeasures


 * Across the city night tears open
 * Rent by the cries of klaxons wailing for the doomed,
 * Citizens scurry to and fro, mad with fear,
 * Some flee, some stay
 * But all see four new stars in the sky


 * The four missiles fall still, so close to their goal,
 * But now comes human desperation,
 * Now fly flak, flares, artillery
 * One of four shudders and sinks away
 * But three press on, now avengers


 * They strike-
 * And a new sun blooms for a moment on the earth,
 * Furious winds of destruction tear, melt, burn away,
 * The foundations of creation bid to unmake,
 * Hundreds of years’ progress, erased in a moment


 * The new light fades, its raging brilliance gone
 * But many will never see again,
 * Eight million lives utterly erased with the push of a button
 * As the world watches in horrified stupor
 * A single emboldened voice rings out, the only note in a silent elegy


 * “So falls the Hand and Sword of God,
 * To all those who would speak blasphemies!
 * So in your gluttonous, soulless millions we destroy you
 * The way to salvation must be laid
 * Over your broken ruins


 * Know that there will be no negotiation.
 * When the whorish wife is torn from her perverse spouse,
 * When the insolent child is ripped from the indolent parent,
 * When not a pile of your rubble stands by another, and all your riches are spent,
 * Then you shall know oblivion, and in it, peace.”

“Winter Wind”

 * The Winter Wind sweeps through the planes,
 * Soaring over the trees, I hear it whisper my name.
 * Like a whistling freight train, I hear its frigid blast,
 * Telling us stories of winters, present, future, and past.
 * And sometimes, it’s cooing like a mourning dove,
 * Singing us sweet lullabies of winters filled with love.


 * It reminds me of the times, when life was all carefree,
 * When nothing really mattered, and anything could be.
 * Whipping over mountains and blowing snow off the top,
 * Then deep into valleys the Winter Wind will drop.
 * It can bring snowstorms filling kids with glee,
 * But I like the soft sound it makes, or maybe that’s just me.


 * Sometimes it flies through towns with people all asleep,
 * Through bogs and swamps the Winter Wind will creep.
 * It wheels through wetlands, where hawks and eagles live,
 * Thermals great for flying the Winter Wind can give.
 * Some days it flies near farms caressing the window sills,
 * Sails on boats, large and small, it sometimes fills.


 * Blowing over water, singing with the loons,
 * Then coming close to the beach, and stirring the dunes.
 * The Winter Wind makes one last circuit,
 * And then comes blowing back to me.

Twin Glaciers
As the twin glaciers stood,

erected be,

not ready as Goliath would,

Stability of an oak tree.

Experiencing what none should fear,

as the meteor entered the stratosphere.

Men and women judged by career,

function means nought,

While others awake at bus stops here,

Seeking an end, but this way wasn't sought.

As loved one's look towards the heavens,

kneeling down to save their brethren,

courageous ones lend help,

as societal functions appear-- no longer in stealth.

As nature did the fatal dance,

Man against man never had the chance.

The glaciers stood no more yet call,

the names of those who with it fall,

forgotten? No, not one in all,

As eyes blurred remain enthrall.

And as I leave you words, learn the pain,

A destructive future certainly reign,

Let us go for peace and see who's sane,

As children play a role yet not in game,

Let lives lost not be in vain.

The Undying Lands
Fear not the day you leave your bones behind,

For when your spirit grows its wings and flies

Then shall your soul see the land, so soft and kind,

Pale sands and great trees, with a tide that sighs.

You shall pass out of time and space and strife,

The woes you had shall fade like morning’s mist,

In peace you shall put down your fathers’ knife,

With you, eternal life shall share its kiss.

Enter the hall of those who came before,

There you shall sit in thrones of golden oak.

It stands upon a bluff above the shore,

Where angels bear each soul a kingly cloak;

And in this place, our souls shall be glad;

Go now and know that death is not so bad.

Mountain Majesty
A mountain rises over forest green.

A mountain silent, yawning, sleeps above

Her bed of mossy trees. “Conquer me love,”

She whispers, covers steeped with rocky sheen.

A challenge – Hero rises unforeseen

To seize the fame, and vanquish dwelling of

The pristine forest and the peaceful dove.

And so she waits with cloudy eyes, a queen.

The gallant hiker hero begins his trek

With hungry eyes set firmly on the prize,

The peak in all her majesty. And so

He climbs ‘till all the world is but a speck.

Atop his kingdom and among the skies,

As one at peace, courageous hero lies.