All of Hannai's poems are excellent. Now that I've read through all of them I like all of them. Please post some more. :)
Thanks VC!
I dont have any newly written poems... but this is one i wrote last year.
It was never really finished to my satisfaction, hence why it hasnt been posted before- but i looked at it tonight while looking to see what i have and havent posted and found the answer- finally finishing it to my satisfaction.
Sandman, Stranger
Sandman
Sleep giver
Once I knew
You wander far from here
Spreading slumber in some distant place
Silent companion,
Oft resented
How I miss you now you’re gone.
Sandman
Stranger
Elusive muse of restfulness
Sandman
Sleep giver
Once I knew
You wander far from here
Spreading slumber in some distant place
Sandman
Stranger
Elusive muse of restfulness
Silent companion, oft resented
How I miss you now you’re gone.
07/11/09
13 years ago
Thu Sep 02 2010, 01:17am
That last line is painfully fitting. I love it Hannai. Also, it's good to put some of those lost poems to rest (heh, no pun intended). I never can seem to finish the ones that get away.
I'm the same. I'm one of those people who starts something but never really gets around to finishing it. I really like it Hannai. What I really like is the contrast in the length of the lines. It really adds to the effect of how you read the poem. :)
The things that pop into my head while on the bus...
Tell me what you all think of this bit of insanity.
The Reluctant Rock Star
He’s a reluctant rock star
Joined a band for the fun of it
Didn’t imagine he would go so far
Just by strumming chords on his guitar.
The tour is frenetic
Everythings fast paced
Quiet in the background
He’s tuning up his base
An understated presence
Watching as he plays
Sticking to the shadows
He never speaks on stage
He’s a reluctant rock star
Joined a band for the fun of it
Didn’t imagine he would go so far
Just by strumming chords on his guitar.
Not into flashy cars
He’s not amazed by money
Asking about his fame
Just makes him feel funny
He wrote a little melody
Jotted down some lines
Now its on the radio
Being played all the time
He’s a reluctant rock star
Joined a band for the fun of it
Didn’t imagine he would go so far
Just by strumming chords on his guitar.
I don't know whether this is how you meant it to come across, Hannai, but to me that sounded kinda sad... ???
Anyways, I like it heaps! :D
Thanks Thandi! I love to hear opinions on my writing.
I think hes a little sad because he has the dream that so many want and he dosnt really want it and that makes him feel like an impostor or something.
Here's another new poem which is a little dark and was written on the 22nd of september
Modern Warfare
My sons will not die
Bullet holed, in the mud
Of a foreign land.
They will never look into the eyes
Of other children
Across a barren no-mans-land
With their finger on the trigger
Of an automatic rifle.
My children will never hear
The whine of the bullet
Carrying their death.
They will be struck down
In silence
By a faceless man
Sitting in an office far away
Who unleashes
The spreading poisons
With the push of a button.
Wow! That's powerful stuff right there Hannai! Thought-provoking... Sounds a little bit like the radioactivity left by atomic and nuclear bombs... or possibly bio-warfare, like viruses or something... maybe i'm being too philosophical and analysing and you really mean poison as in cyanide or something... :D I really like this one! Definitely a little dark but very intriguing.
Thanks Thandi. Yeah I was thinking of biological weapons mostly as well as chemical/nuclear weapons when I wrote it.
I mean we there are all these agreements and treaties against their development and use, but in a world where we cant even get nuclear dis-armament really happening because everyone is scared of giving someone else the advantage, it has to be asked how long before someone gets desperate enough to develop or use them anyway?
It's looking that way isn't it? We just have to hope that it doesn't happen... Or that we can develop defences against them in time to make them less effective/ ineffective. :-|
The Cat
There’s a cat
Wearing a wizards hat
And you know
What he says to me?
He says to me:
“Follow your dreams
Follow your heart
Take a little chance
And fall in loveâ€
Smiling at me
He licks a claw
And you know
What he says to me?
He says to me:
“You’re on the right road
You’re on the right track
Take a little chance
Don’t go turning back nowâ€
He nods his head,
Tips his hat
Points the way,
Shoves me in the back
As I stumble
His voice I hear
And it says to me
It says to me:
Follow your dreams
You’re on the right road
Follow your heart
You’re on the right track
Its time to
Take a chance now.
Brownie points for writing about a cat! Yays! It's a cute poem too....
Omg, that is such a cute poem!!! i love the rhythm and how u reapeat:
What he says to me?
He says to me:
What he says to me?
He says to me:
And it says to me
It says to me:
Very cool poem!!
Mystic Guilden
13 years ago
Mystic Guilden
Mage
It's very Cheshire cat meets Maruman. When I read it, I get this almost sing song child like voice in my head. It makes it seem like a very playful poem, but also a grounded prod too. [act]Isn't sure she's making sense[/act] :P
Thanks for all the positive feedback guys!
Ariadne- I love the description of "Cheshire cat meets Maruman"
I get a sing-song tune to it in my head too.
I know Ive been AWOL lately, but theres been a lot going on in RL.
Anyway, here's something new-
Leper
I am not a leper
And even if I was
My friend tells me
I should be accepted for who I am.
I am not a leper
And even if I was
Would that move you to
The courtesy of politeness?
I am not a leper
And even if I was
What do your opinions
Matter to anyone else in any case?
I am not a leper
And even if I am
I am accepted
By those who truly matter.
Fathers and Daughters
Fathers Never like to see
Their daughters growing older
Less needing of a guiding hand
Fathers fight to keep a hold
Keep their little girls
Safe from a cruel world
In their Daddy’s arms
Daughters yearn to fly
To face the world alone
Her burdens on her shoulders.
29/12/10
This is semi-complete, meaning there's another stanza in my head for it but I haven't gotten it to work on paper yet.
My Mother Buys Me Pink Pyjamas
My mother buys me pink pyjamas
To guard against the cold of night
She says it is the job of mothers
To worry if their children are alright.
My mother buys me pink pyjamas
It’s a way to show she cares
And even though I don’t like pink
Wearing them confirms it’s a sentiment I share.
This was supposed to be my entry into the Anything goes Poetry Comp, but I must not have uploaded it correctly or something because it isnt there. Oh well.
Great White
In the great cities
People are simply gone
though their shadows remain
dark against brick,
against stone,
against steel.
Further out
Survivors emerge from the rubble
Blindly feeling their way
Through a shattered landscape
The fortunate regain their sight
The truly lucky die quickly
As black rain falls gently
Before infected burns,
Before septicaemia,
Before fibrosis in their lungs.
They flee who can
Ghosts without direction
Seeking shelter and safety
in a world gone mad.
That's a brilliant poem, Hannai! It's a shame your entry couldn't be included in the comp, I wonder what happened there... If the voting hadn't already begun you could have PM'd someone about it... Oh well. It's still really good :) I also really like the one about pink pajamas: short but sweet.
Thanks Fate. I'm not that upset. I obviously messed up uploading it somehow. Im glad you liked it though.
My mum likes the Pink pajamas too.
PASSING
This is neither the
Beginning nor the
End of the story.
It just is.
A moment,
Extruded from the flow
Of a life’s narrative
Fleeting, brief
But weighty in its sorrow.
Hi. I often look through your poems but seldom do I comment (if at all). I just wanted to say that I love them and you have great use of imagery. Sandman, Stranger is a favourite of mine!
Thanks Kaylan! I always love to hear someone enjoys what i write.
(Mum says she does, but shes my mum so I think she has to. ;D )