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Deathjester:
well, after reading some of the stuff you guys put up it makes mine pale in comparison, but I have only really written the one poem.
I call it I'm No Superhero

I'm no Superhero
Just an ordinary man
A lot closer to zero
But I do what I can

If you were in trouble
Just call out my name
And I'd come on the double
To stop the crooks in their game

Justice and honour
I would be their defender
Injustice a goner
I would never surrender

I could be more
Than an ordinary man
More than a zero
Through the clouds I could soar
Do what no one else can
I could be a Superhero

Asterus:
The sentiment here is really great,
a measure by which many can relate.
That sort of thought should propagate
and permeate through realm's estates.

Perhaps if we were more receptive, more collected, more reflective of
what should be done and said instead of what is now inflicted
upon the states of society. Thoughts of property, propriety,
are the sort of things we ignore ideally

The fact simply is that these still exist
A product as society grows
Though this may seem to inevitably persist
I still say these we must oppose.

Masterpiece:
Another Bottle Of Rum

I bought a bottle of rum
after a day of boredom
I’m feeling rather glum
and so I chug till I’m numb

It’s a feeling of freedom
I drink my rum and I’m gone
I hear the music in my eardrum
come on and give me some

But is this really what I want to do today?
Is this really the only reason I stay?
So come on baby, take me away.

Another bottle of rum
This is the alcohol’s wisdom:
As long as you don’t succumb
keep drinking until you’re dumb

And is this really what I want to do today?
Is this really the only reason I stay?
So come on baby, take me away.

Some people want to have fun
or need a way to feel handsome
some just don’t like what they’ve become
and so they drink some more rum.

And this is really what I want to do today.
Is threre really a better reason for me to stay?
Get me more rum, and I guess we’ll be okay.

Thrillho:
My poetry is generally more of a stream of consciousness, rhymeless thing, so here's one of my favourites. It hasn't got a title.

And the heavens opened
It all became so much clearer
Stories like this usually come from the darkness
The light in the tunnel.
The rainbow in the oil spill.
But not for me.
For me, I'd already left that behind
There was just one piece missing
And she arrived
Wrapped in a facade
An accident of design later
And everything changed.
For the better.
She said to me things I'd never heard.
And I wept. I admit it.
And each day that passes like the view from a train
I become surer and surer
That this is what my future holds.
When my darkest desire is just to awake in her arms
Watch the dawn spill through her hair
When every wall is broken down by an equal
Who can beat me, but knows how to lose
A heavyweight with no more to prove
Who pulled me apart and reassembled me
In the most beautiful way
I spend every day realising with yet further clarity
That this is what our future holds.

Zingoleb:
every morning's light

i loved you like i loved the fog
faded and burning away
in every morning's light
i tell you everything
and you listen now
so well
so well
so very
very
well
sometimes you laugh at me
sometimes i do too
but i've gotten good at pretending it doesn't hurt
and you've gotten good at pretending you're still alive.

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