Arty Farty Poetry

[paphio]

non-cozycot inspired can?


Sorry.
I'm a plant
of subtle notions;
not of flesh and blood, have
no heat and no emotions.
All there is are
Waxy white blooms to woo.

Winds waft my scent of amourous intention,
Love's messenger on wings yield to my seduction
But Gardenia blooms for who?

As my petals fade
And frangrance wane
In your discarded bouquet,
I join you
in your
Love's labour's lost

[Uncle_Psycho]

Here I sit
So broken hearted
Came to shit
But only farted

The World according to Psycho

[Xue]

non-CC related one too, but i love this!

written by my bf's brother...


mercurial.

she bleeds from her eyes tonight
staining the sky a crimson red delight
there?s no blood coursing through her veins
it?s raw emotion behind those tear stains
her sighs cloud her vision, so she can?t see
that some things aren?t ever meant to be
i take her hand and squeeze it gently
to let her know she?s still a friend to me
and her lips curl upward into a smile
beautiful enough to make my time worthwhile
precious even, if my heart wanted more
but it beats not as it did once before
i?ve grown to accept that, and she must too
that love is mercurial, whatever we may do
we must not linger, lest we fade away
into the dark, endless void that is yesterday
regret over that day and fear of tomorrow
are the twin thieves that rob us of the moment, so
regret not our loss, forget not our memories
cry not tonight, darling, i beg you, please.

someday we?ll meet as strangers once again
and i?ll fall in love with the girl behind that name
i?ll whisper bittersweet nothings to you
i?ll adore you and all that you say and do
someday, i?ll have you out for another dance
another chance for me to live by circumstance
under that night sky, you won?t be crying again
but sadly, i fear, that some things never change.

rahul


he actually produced a book of his poetry, where half of the proceeds from the sales would be donated to NKF.

[SilverVelvet]

ataraxia, please post more of your bf's brother's works.

[SilverVelvet]

Heh heh, a bit of Singlish in this illustration of a telephone conversation.

Hearts On The Line
To Stan: Allo!!! Wassup!
To Mom: Yah what, hurry up!
To Stan: Alright, no problem...
To Mom: Yah ***, don't give problem...
To Stan: Okay ah!
To Mom: Okay ***!
To Stan: No worries bro...
To Mom: Ya *** Ya ***! I know!
To Stan: Okie...ah bye bye
Jagged dial tone, mother's sigh

*Note: Such is the difference in our attitudes
toward friends and family*

p.s. *** = L-A-H (A Singlish term)

[paphio]

Originally posted by SilverVelvet
Paphio, more of your works please! Btw, is it paphio as in lottery tickets?

My poetry are all accidental This is all I have for now.
Got lured into writing some back in Uni days but everything disappeared when the server closed down. Didn't bother to keep copies of them.

Paphio has nothing to do with Bei bio (colloqial for lottery) Ahahaha.... thinking that I'm another cottie is it?

tsk tsk.....

Paphio is derived from the scientific name for slipper orchid, Paphiopedilum. The root Paphio is derived from Paphos, which in turn another Greek name for Venus. I just wanted to name myself after a plant starting with P. Then zealously tried to hunt down what Paphio means, nice surprise

[paphio]

Miracle Water

Have you ever noticed
Water hitting water
Upon the concrete floor?
Each drop begets a fountain,
Made of momentary, discrete drops.

Have you ever ducked your head underwater
To view the raindrops fall?
Raining air bubbles down towards you
As fast as they float back to the top.

Have you ever wondered
why cry into tear-soaked hands?
Sorrow feels the longest
When beautiful life occurs in split seconds.

-T.N. Tan



Hee... I don't know if this qualifies as poetry Reads like some Hallmark cheer-up card mush.
Sorry, I can't help it bwahahahahaha.... the title..... cozycot did it

But yes! I really enjoy seeing raindrops hitting the water surface from under water. It's really very beautiful. Until the lifeguard starts to shoo us out of the water It's been years since I swam and I really did forget how to swim , found out this March.

[satinchris]

Next meet-up, we can get Joce to perform the CozyCot song for us

[Chaos]

The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams
But oh, no tears please
Fear and Pain may accompany Death
But it is Desire that shepherds it's certainty
as We shall see...

She was divinity's creature
That kissed in cold mirrors
A Queen of Snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Dark liqoured eyes
An Arabian nightmare...

She shone on watercolours
Of my pondlife as pearl
Until those who couldn't have Her
Cut Her free of this World

That fateful Eve when...
The trees stank of sunset and camphor
Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
An imquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast
On my love picking rue by the light of the moon

Putting reason to flight
Or to death as their way
They crept through woods mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Of Her hips that held sway
Over all they surveyed
Save a mist on the rise
(A deadly blessing to hide)
Her ghost in the fog


Dawn discovered Her there
Beneath the Cedar's stare
Silk dress torn, Her raven hair
Flown to gown Her beauty bared
Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost
I wept 'til tears crept back to prayer

She'd sworn Me vows in fragrant blood
"Never to part
Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts"

Then this I screamed:
"Come back to Me
I was born in love with thee
So why should fate stand inbetween?"

And as I drowned Her gentle curves
With dreams unsaid and final words
I espied a gleam trodden to earth
The Church bell tower key...

The village mourned her by the by
For She'd been a witch
their Men had longed to try
And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs
My tortured soul on ice


She was Ersulie possessed
Of a milky white skin
My porcelain Yin
A graceful Angel of Sin

And so for Her...
The breeze stank of sunset and camphor
My lantern chased Her phantom and blew
Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain
Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed...

Putting reason to flight
Or to flame unashamed
I swept form cries
Mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Or Her hips that held sway
Over all those at bay
Save a mist on the rise
A final blessing to hide
Her ghost in the fog

And I embraced
Where lovers rot...
Her ghost in the fog

[SilverVelvet]

"Ghost In The Fog" by Cradle Of Filth. Nice.

[SilverVelvet]

Paphio, kindly post more please! Did you write Miracle Water? It's very nice. I especially like the one about "a plant of subtle notions". Was that by you too?

Ataraxia, clicked the web link. Reading Rahul's stuff. Interesting.

[Xue]

he's pretty good. i think he's getting better. interested in buying his collection at $10? all for a good cause!

i just think it's really sweet how he's donating most of the proceeds to NKF.

[michannat]

xue, is he still selling? would be glad to buy a copy.

[SilverVelvet]

Hey Michannat, how about buying mine! Heh heh heh. $2million per copy. Payment can be on other terms too.

[michannat]

i honestly don't want to know what other terms there can be! :shout: