The Labyrinth

I wandered through a labyrinth,
I stumbled lost and blind,
I entered all its chambers
To see what I could find.

One shone with deep green lanterns,
An envy I sensed there,
I didn't linger too long
And searched for rooms more fair.

Quite soon I found another
Where burned a warming fire,
Its aura was enticing,
A place of sweet desire.

And some were full of laughter
And some were full of tears,
Each den held something different,
Some happiness, some fears.

You ask what is this labyrinth
Where chambered tunnels wind?
The answer is quite simple:
The labyrinth is my mind.


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This sent shivers up my spine. I think because it sums up quite well the intricate nature of our minds. The way that it builds to its reveal is very smart as it helps build tension throughout the poem.

Thanks Daznov It's another oldie that I've polished up a little bit. Not having time to complete new material at the moment, I may continue with this tactic for a while

A pathetic individual: the internet troll,
An unsympathetic fool - a sort of tool
Whose chosen role: purveying whole
Piles of bile and vile ordure is its goal;
Only hate fills a troll's tiny empty soul.

A totally accurate description of that horrible specimen Frank.

I've been called one of those before now - and a WUM. Some people have no sense of humour.

WUM?

Wind Up Merchant. I only found out what it meant much later.

Initials are ok if you know what they mean Biz

Titanic

I Launch

1912 at springtime,
Southampton the stage,
A crowd had flocked, one vessel docked that symbolised the age.

Built to outclass rivals
And to brightly shine
For the nation, this creation of the White Star Line.

Sweat and toil produced her,
Craftwork had prevailed
Every minute and within it treasures were unveiled.

Ornamental staircase,
Chandeliers that glared,
Lovely channels on wood panels, no expense was spared.

Problems were considered
Quite unthinkable,
Messianic and titanic, so unsinkable.

Passengers walked on board,
How unreal things seemed,
At the quay there in the sea-air maiden voyagers dreamed.

Engines activated
Then she sailed away,
Pistons heaving, proudly leaving for the USA.

What a special feeling
Waving them farewell,
Goodbye Blighty from the mighty floating sentinel.

II Collision

Captain Smith gave orders,
Coal propelled the force
For the mission in position steady and on course.

Peaceful mid-Atlantic,
This crew deemed night fair,
Calm but too late, unaware great danger waited there.

One iceberg approaching
Through the pitch-black void,
From disaster, steering faster, hoping to avoid.

Soon the starboard's metal
Suffered injury,
Manufactured yet it fractured, letting in the sea.

Lifeboats short in number,
Confidence ensured
None conceded more were needed till cold panic soared.

Man's inherent folly
Progress often shows,
Sinking slowly, nothing holy saved the ones who froze.

Like a scene from legend,
Terrible the roar,
Powers ended, she descended to the ocean floor.

III Today

Rust corrodes hard iron,
Microbes eat the past,
Years of time created grime, her splendour couldn't last.

Though the wreck is silent
Whispers still remain,
Sometimes sound will drift around, a beautiful refrain.

If the band are playing
Spirits come to waltz,
They sigh or weep inside the deep seabed of their own thoughts.


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The demise of Crawley

As a hopeful new town
Crawley once impressed,
Now it's just a blue town,
Cheapskate and depressed.

Council fools who bumble,
Litter on the rise,
I watch standards tumble
Through this sad demise.

Planners who are users
Build their ugly blocks,
Happy hour boozers
Swill drink on the rocks.

Unchecked immigration
Coming from the east,
While shops taste stagnation
Supermarkets feast.

I don't hate you Crawley,
More what you've become;
Unlike nearby Horley
Turning to a slum.


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Oh the thread has been very busy in the last day! I have to add that all of these poems are great. The troll one echoed my sentiments exactly! The Titanic one was quite a long read but defiantly worth every moment. I don't know what you intended but I read them one after another and felt that gave a very good impression of how the story changes as time goes on. The final line almost brought a tear to my eye. And your latest poem; sadly sums up to me what is happening to many areas in my local community at the moment.

The invisible man,
You look right through me,
I’m a transparent window,
I bear all to you.

Yet
You never notice,
I’m looking right at you,
For eternity.

Well
I can’t because
It hurts to wait
For a ticket that’ll never come

You’ve
Sculpted me like clay,
But you’ve changed me too
Into something more

So I love you

And I hate you.

You’ve made me
Except more,
But now I
Wonder

If you’d,
Just left me be,
I’d still be waiting.

Thank you.

Thanks Daznov The Titanic poem's another oldie. I've corrected a glaring error from the original - 'Belfast was the stage', which no one noticed at the time.

Another interesting write Daznov At first I thought it was about your reflection in the mirror but I'm not sure now.

Nice to see the thread pass 20,000 views

Congratulations boys - I'm not the only one still enjoying your work.

Ta Biz The mods haven't corrected my Titanic poem. It should read 'seabed of their own thoughts' at the end. Leaving out the word 'own' spoils the rhythm

Well our friend dasnov has corrected it for you. What are friends for?

They actually irritate me to death.

I like the imagery daznov - do you mind if I point out bear should be bare and except should be expect presumably that spoils your poem a bit if not corrected, sorry to be a pedantic git. Thanks for getting my troll one. Good to have others joining Musty, (Frank)

Excellent

Me too

No, of course not! I have a habit of putting a homonym in when I'm typing something from a sheet. Unfortunately I can't change that now but the written copy is correct which is good.

The poem itself comes from a mixture of events in a short burst of time. One day I sat in Central Station whilst I waited on a few friends and just watched people for creativity - I saw a lot in that 40 minute period and one such incident was a girl looking at a boy with a deep, meaningful glance but the boy looked completely unaware. I then came home and watched DW in which Martha opens her heart to the doctor. These two events came together to make the poem, hope you all enjoyed it! That's how the idea behind the ticket line came to mind, I scribbled it down in the train station - how sad am I.

I'm a great believer in poems coming from anywhere Daznov I also indulge in the odd bit of people-watching. Go to page 901 for my take on it

DW left me baffled, I don't know TV show that is

Doctor Who

Edit - I'm interested in finding your take on it but I looked for it by scanning all the threads for post 901 and couldn't see it could you direct me to it, please

Sorry Daznov, as I said go to page 901 of this thread

Doctor Who!