A poem

[MisterCat]

I came across this poem at deviantART and thought it quite a remarkable piece of work for a 16-year-old. Perhaps you will, too; perhaps not. I'm no scholar. My taste in poetry is satisfied by this young person's effort.

A New World. by ~ZombiesEatRaiyne on deviantART

A New World.

The stars in the sky, why don't you go and count them?
Twinkling away, giving off their light from light years away, as if wanting to dazzle our sight.
Don't you just want to flow through the oceans?
Swim away into the vast seas of the unknown, full of discoveries and secrets.
Hot summer days, and cold winter nights.
They say opposites attract, but we're one in the same.
That heat melts the ice that was once between us, melding into who we are;
Intertwined at the heart, linked together by the soul.
For every star, there is a reason to love.
And the ocean could hold most of those stars for us to dive into;
To fall in love, to never be afraid of falling, never to lose one another.
Nothing could keep us apart, and we could build a whole new world,
Together.

Youthful optimism - often termed naïveté by heavy-handed critics - increases toward the poem's end. But apart from that, I was reminded of Sylvia Plath's penchant for asking questions and implying conclusions. So ... there!


d.ID - Redemption by ~ZombiesEatRaiyne on deviantART (Kelsey Haberle, U.S.)



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[BoozyBreath]

She'll get better when she starts drinking...

[MisterCat]

LOL @ Boozy! Yes; and perhaps I should recommend to her the works of Dylan Thomas.



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[Slugger O'Toole]

This is one of my fave poems. Proper Lancashire like:

THE LION AND ALBERT
by
Marriott Edgar

There's a famous seaside place called Blackpool,
That's noted for fresh-air and fun,
And Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom
Went there with young Albert, their son.

A grand little lad was their Albert
All dressed in his best; quite a swell
'E'd a stick with an 'orse's 'ead 'andle
The finest that Woolworth's could sell.

They didn't think much to the ocean
The waves, they was fiddlin' and small
There was no wrecks... nobody drownded
'Fact, nothing to laugh at, at all.

So, seeking for further amusement
They paid and went into the zoo
Where they'd lions and tigers and cam-els
And old ale and sandwiches too.

There were one great big lion called Wallace
His nose were all covered with scars
He lay in a som-no-lent posture
With the side of his face to the bars.

Now Albert had heard about lions
How they were ferocious and wild
And to see Wallace lying so peaceful
Well... it didn't seem right to the child.

So straight 'way the brave little feller
Not showing a morsel of fear
Took 'is stick with the'orse's 'ead 'andle
And pushed it in Wallace's ear!

You could see that the lion didn't like it
For giving a kind of a roll
He pulled Albert inside the cage with 'im
And swallowed the little lad... whole!

Then Pa, who had seen the occurrence
And didn't know what to do next
Said, "Mother! Yon lions 'et Albert"
And Mother said "Eeh, I am vexed!"

So Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom
Quite rightly, when all's said and done
Complained to the Animal Keeper
That the lion had eaten their son.

The keeper was quite nice about it
He said, "What a nasty mishap
Are you sure that it's your lad he's eaten?"
Pa said, "Am I sure? There's his cap!"

So the manager had to be sent for
He came and he said, "What's to do?"
Pa said, "Yon lion's 'eaten our Albert
And 'im in his Sunday clothes, too."

Then Mother said, "Right's right, young feller
I think it's a shame and a sin
For a lion to go and eat Albert
And after we've paid to come in!"

The manager wanted no trouble
He took out his purse right away
And said, "How much to settle the matter?"
And Pa said "What do you usually pay?"

But Mother had turned a bit awkward
When she thought where her Albert had gone
She said, "No! someone's got to be summonsed"
So that were decided upon.

Round they went to the Police Station
In front of a Magistrate chap
They told 'im what happened to Albert
And proved it by showing his cap.

The Magistrate gave his o-pinion
That no-one was really to blame
He said that he hoped the Ramsbottoms
Would have further sons to their name.

At that Mother got proper blazing
"And thank you, sir, kindly," said she
"What waste all our lives raising children
To feed ruddy lions? Not me!"

[MisterCat]

Thanks for the improving poem, Slugger! Pity about Albert, but I'm with Wallace on this one. "All's well what ends well," says me.



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[mijj]

a poem ..

.. ahem .. <..koff..> ..

i bought a thing ..

it had a ding ..

that sure did sting!

..<..weeps..>..