Any poets on Team-BHP? Post all your poems here!

vikram18 · 28th January 2009, 16:22

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Originally Posted by Sam Kapasi

That apostrophe in poet's (sic) bothers me.

And the "poem's" don't?

These are car-freaks Sam baba, will take undue advantage of any license, even poetic

hrag · 28th January 2009, 16:36

Quote:

Originally Posted by Sam Kapasi

Someone needs to change the title of this thread. That apostrophe in poet's (sic) bothers me.

But that apostrophe is the poet's

humyum · 28th January 2009, 16:55

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Originally Posted by supremeBaleno

@humyum, is that poem about a gal or about your new DDiS ?

Fortunately/Unfortunately its about a gal

..A friend though.

Penning one for the DDIS Soon

Steeroid · 28th January 2009, 16:58

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Originally Posted by hrag

But that apostrophe is the poet's

Really? In that case I seriously doubt the poet's capability to differentiate between an apostrophe and an apoplexy.

Sam Kapasi · 28th January 2009, 17:02

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Originally Posted by Steeroid

Really? In that case I seriously doubt the poet's capability to differentiate between an apostrophe and an apoplexy.

That was sheer poetry, lol.

hrag · 28th January 2009, 17:05

I wasn't referring to the poet who started this thread.

vikram18 · 28th January 2009, 21:58

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Originally Posted by Steeroid

Really? In that case I seriously doubt the poet's capability to differentiate between an apostrophe and an apoplexy.

or an apostrophe and a catastrophe

hrag · 28th January 2009, 23:02

I thought catastrophes happened if you missed a period not an apostrophe

Sam Kapasi · 29th January 2009, 00:59

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Originally Posted by hrag

I thought catastrophes happened if you missed a period not an apostrophe

One would never miss a period if he remembers the right prophylactic apostrophe, thus avoiding the catastrophe.

Basic law of the lingo.

maverick030581 · 2nd February 2009, 11:48

The luck is gone,
The brain is shot,
But the liquor,
We still got

Courtesy the movie Cocktail

humyum · 12th February 2009, 14:43

I don’t know what I want,
Controlled insanity,
Or let dreams die.

I don’t know what I want,
A girlfriend, Car,
Or my rules, I defy.

I don’t know what I want,
An unsinkable truth,
Or a happy lie.

I don’t know what I want,
Fall down, get bruised,
Or sit tight, not cry.

I don’t know what I want,
Love, friendship,
Or both at a try.

I don’t know what I want,
Winner to the masses,
Or ace in my eye.

I don’t know, what I want,
Metallica, Nirvana,
Or give Linkin park a try.

I don’t know what I want,
I am happy with what I don’t,
Enjoy, chuck whatever and why.

supremeBaleno · 3rd March 2009, 14:35

Stumbled upon another one I wrote eons ago.

I am ...

I am curious. I experiment.
From experiments, I am lead to truth. Or so I believe.

I was part of a revolution. I gave roots to a concept - new to my nation, though not to the world.
I helped vote the first communist government in the world to power.

I rationalize, I think, I debate.
And I only accept what I believe to be the best, according to my rationalization.

I am well read. I am a linguistic minority compared to the many tongues spoken in my nation.
Still, the newspaper with the highest circulation in India comes out in my language.

My circle of interest is not limited to just my town or my state or even my country.
I am concerned about issues happening around the world and keep myself updated.

I am the true global citizen. You will find me all over the world.
The middle east, the Americas, Europe etc - you name the place, I am there.

Yet, wherever I go, I tune into the local culture and adapt to the conditions.
If I do stick out, its due to my hard work, efficiency and effectiveness.

I am above religion. What drives me is not what's written down over the ages,
but my acceptance of what's good & what's not.

I know that religion and politics are a potent mix and do not let them overlap.
My political leanings cannot be influenced by the highest authority of my religion & vice-versa.

I never give in to the arrogance of those who have power.
To me, power is about what I know, not about what I have.

I take my drink seriously. Well, a little too seriously.
Though I can't really say that I always practice sensible drinking. :-)

I accord equal importance to kids, irrespective of their gender.
Infact, I could be even accused of partiality towards baby girls.

While the rest of my country yearns for a male baby, and silences baby girls on birth itself,
mine is the only state in India with the male/female ratio in favour of females.

I see a movie as a work of art, with the director as creator - no blind hero worship for me.
And unlike other states, our movies emulate life and not vice versa.

I am extravagant when it comes to designing my home.
No wonder, you will find some of the most beautiful houses in my state.

Our women are known to be beautiful.
Infact, I might not be wrong in saying that they are the most beautiful on earth.

There is nothing to beat the sight of our women, at dawn in the temple or around the tulasi thara.
Their wet, long, black tresses held loosely by thin strands of hair.

To say that my state is blessed by Nature would be an understatement.
It would be more accurate to say that my state is in the lap of nature.

A carpet of lush greenery stretching from one end to the other,
with a seemingly never-ending canopy of coconut palms.

I am ......... a Malayalee.

P.S. : The opinions in the above poem are mine and solely mine. There is no intention whatsoever to depict any state or ethnic group as being better than any other. Thought it would be better to have this in place to avoid getting flamed.

hrag · 3rd March 2009, 14:52

Some poems written by the fairer sex:

2. The Winds of Change

I am a thirty something.
I met a guy named Paul.
He really was delightful
in fact, he had it all!

He took me to a hotel
a lovely stately home
he looked at me seductively
switched off his mobile phone

We dined and he romanced me
bought me flowers and wine
then whisked me up the staircase
to room one ninety nine

Naked he did carry me
into the bathroom suite
he'd filled the place with candles
put down the toilet seat!

He placed me in the bubbles
and gave a sensual laugh
but the ambiance soon vanished
when I farted in the bath.

Source: Funny Poems and Funny Poetry

humyum · 3rd March 2009, 15:01

The days I've spent, nights I ve passed,
In my solace, in my trance,
Wonder they, why I'm so quiet as if dreaming,
But beneath the blank stare my whole soul is screaming.

I'm tense, I shrink back and shut everyone out,
While another part of me is pounding to get out.
I ve no one to tell,
Trapped in my shell.

Pushed I was, with a motion so slow,
Fell into this pit, a mighty blow,
Someone show me the vent, the road,
Blow the locks, lets explode!

Running away, endless nights,
My shell, leaves me great bites,
Stuck in a well,
This is my shell.

Question myself, why this hell ?
Question myself, why this spell ?
Still crawling, in this cell,
Introducing me, this is my shell!

mclaren1885 · 3rd March 2009, 17:58

Quote:

Originally Posted by Sam Kapasi

Someone needs to change the title of this thread. That apostrophe in poet's (sic) bothers me.

Thanks for bringing this error to my notice Sam. Could you just report it to the mods please and have it changed please?

28th January 2009, 17:05	#66
hrag BANNED Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: Bangalore / Madras Posts: 1,982 Thanked: 31 Times	I wasn't referring to the poet who started this thread.
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hrag BANNED Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: Bangalore / Madras Posts: 1,982 Thanked: 31 Times	I thought catastrophes happened if you missed a period not an apostrophe
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humyum Senior - BHPian Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: Mumbai Posts: 2,751 Thanked: 5,424 Times	Dont Know! I don’t know what I want, Controlled insanity, Or let dreams die. I don’t know what I want, A girlfriend, Car, Or my rules, I defy. I don’t know what I want, An unsinkable truth, Or a happy lie. I don’t know what I want, Fall down, get bruised, Or sit tight, not cry. I don’t know what I want, Love, friendship, Or both at a try. I don’t know what I want, Winner to the masses, Or ace in my eye. I don’t know, what I want, Metallica, Nirvana, Or give Linkin park a try. I don’t know what I want, I am happy with what I don’t, Enjoy, chuck whatever and why. Last edited by humyum : 12th February 2009 at 14:44.
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3rd March 2009, 14:35	#72
supremeBaleno Senior - BHPian Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Chennai / Kochi Posts: 5,546 Thanked: 2,698 Times View My Garage	I am ... Stumbled upon another one I wrote eons ago. I am ... I am curious. I experiment. From experiments, I am lead to truth. Or so I believe. I was part of a revolution. I gave roots to a concept - new to my nation, though not to the world. I helped vote the first communist government in the world to power. I rationalize, I think, I debate. And I only accept what I believe to be the best, according to my rationalization. I am well read. I am a linguistic minority compared to the many tongues spoken in my nation. Still, the newspaper with the highest circulation in India comes out in my language. My circle of interest is not limited to just my town or my state or even my country. I am concerned about issues happening around the world and keep myself updated. I am the true global citizen. You will find me all over the world. The middle east, the Americas, Europe etc - you name the place, I am there. Yet, wherever I go, I tune into the local culture and adapt to the conditions. If I do stick out, its due to my hard work, efficiency and effectiveness. I am above religion. What drives me is not what's written down over the ages, but my acceptance of what's good & what's not. I know that religion and politics are a potent mix and do not let them overlap. My political leanings cannot be influenced by the highest authority of my religion & vice-versa. I never give in to the arrogance of those who have power. To me, power is about what I know, not about what I have. I take my drink seriously. Well, a little too seriously. Though I can't really say that I always practice sensible drinking. :-) I accord equal importance to kids, irrespective of their gender. Infact, I could be even accused of partiality towards baby girls. While the rest of my country yearns for a male baby, and silences baby girls on birth itself, mine is the only state in India with the male/female ratio in favour of females. I see a movie as a work of art, with the director as creator - no blind hero worship for me. And unlike other states, our movies emulate life and not vice versa. I am extravagant when it comes to designing my home. No wonder, you will find some of the most beautiful houses in my state. Our women are known to be beautiful. Infact, I might not be wrong in saying that they are the most beautiful on earth. There is nothing to beat the sight of our women, at dawn in the temple or around the tulasi thara. Their wet, long, black tresses held loosely by thin strands of hair. To say that my state is blessed by Nature would be an understatement. It would be more accurate to say that my state is in the lap of nature. A carpet of lush greenery stretching from one end to the other, with a seemingly never-ending canopy of coconut palms. I am ......... a Malayalee. P.S. : The opinions in the above poem are mine and solely mine. There is no intention whatsoever to depict any state or ethnic group as being better than any other. Thought it would be better to have this in place to avoid getting flamed. Last edited by supremeBaleno : 3rd March 2009 at 14:37.
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3rd March 2009, 14:52	#73
hrag BANNED Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: Bangalore / Madras Posts: 1,982 Thanked: 31 Times	Some poems written by the fairer sex: 2. The Winds of Change I am a thirty something. I met a guy named Paul. He really was delightful in fact, he had it all! He took me to a hotel a lovely stately home he looked at me seductively switched off his mobile phone We dined and he romanced me bought me flowers and wine then whisked me up the staircase to room one ninety nine Naked he did carry me into the bathroom suite he'd filled the place with candles put down the toilet seat! He placed me in the bubbles and gave a sensual laugh but the ambiance soon vanished when I farted in the bath. Source: Funny Poems and Funny Poetry Last edited by theMAG : 3rd March 2009 at 14:55. Reason: Editing needed for public viewership !!
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3rd March 2009, 15:01	#74
humyum Senior - BHPian Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: Mumbai Posts: 2,751 Thanked: 5,424 Times	In My Shell ! The days I've spent, nights I ve passed, In my solace, in my trance, Wonder they, why I'm so quiet as if dreaming, But beneath the blank stare my whole soul is screaming. I'm tense, I shrink back and shut everyone out, While another part of me is pounding to get out. I ve no one to tell, Trapped in my shell. Pushed I was, with a motion so slow, Fell into this pit, a mighty blow, Someone show me the vent, the road, Blow the locks, lets explode! Running away, endless nights, My shell, leaves me great bites, Stuck in a well, This is my shell. Question myself, why this hell ? Question myself, why this spell ? Still crawling, in this cell, Introducing me, this is my shell!
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