I don’t want to be famous, is no gripe,
One can fetch some fame with a lot of hype,
No never, that’s not me,
I’d rather farther see
To see me more a legendary type.
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Limerick|12.11.2024|humour
Poet’s note: No, I never can say such a thing. Something to this effect Calvin said to his alter ego and puffed tiger, Hobbes.
For unspoken answers,
there was always the-
question, why hawks
were needing the peace ?
Tied to innate fringes,
I want an explicit display.
The prologue was very
misleading.
War was inside and
outside. Were you a hobbes-
ian ? I am not afraid
of death.
Reacted so violently.
The colored shirts should be
taken off. Let us see
the scars !
Satish Verma
Ah, the meaning of Life...
What is it?
Perhaps it is just a feeling of not being complete.
I've always said that the meaning OF life,
Is to find one's own meaning IN life,
To reach a state of subjective equilibrium;
To put it one way:
A state of psychological wellbeing,
Where your own reality is secured amongst the pressure of others.
It is the goal of all philosophy,
Striving to understand the world,
Perhaps not in its totality,
But for one's own purpose.
Because no-one but Hobbes or Plato,
or any other philosopher for that matter,
Benifited more from their theories, than themselves!
They alone were able to see their truths,
Grasp them,
And make them real.
People turn to philosophy and religion for answers,
But the answers are within;
They were always there...
Dangling within our grasp,
So that we may realise them before the moment of our death,
And become one with the universe mentally,
Before we take that last physical step,
And dissolve...
Spectrum
Hobbes
I sit beneath the wondrous skies,
The spectrum overhead.
Such endless beauty way up high,
The reason why I said;
The colours warm the coldest heart,
Will light the darkest soul.
The colours true are said to start
Feelings we can't control.
I sit and watch the sun go down,
Vibrant colour above.
The moment's perfect, not a sound,
I share it with my love.
We sit together, hand in hand
And watch above in awe.
Purples, reds, blues, above the land,
The wonders that we saw.
Yellow is a happy colour,
While blue can make you sad.
Purple is meant for royalty,
And red for when you're mad.
Greens, oranges, and others too
All prove to us their worth.
I hope I never live to see
A bland, colourless earth.
Star-Crossed
Hobbes Dec 22/09
Two lives that fate and destiny entwined,
Together though circumstance doth protest.
Breaking free of the heavy chains that bind,
Forever, through the worst and through the best.
When things were going neither of their way,
And both had just fun out of luck with love,
The voice of destiny would have its say,
With help and intervention from above.
Approached with open ears and open hearts,
Embraced with care as love came back to light
They found each other and this was the start,
Of true love's embrace wrapping them up tight.
A love so pure, so true, unblemished still,
They tackle life head on with hand in hand.
They take it on with a hope and a will,
As they prepare to take a lovers stand.
We wait so long to find that special one,
The wait is over, their lives have begun.
Struggle
Hobbes
Move along,
Down the line.
Sing their song,
So Sublime.
Inch by inch,
Forward still.
It's a cinch,
Fire at will!
Load your gun,
Ammo pack.
Break a run,
Don't look back.
Heroes must
Never fall,
Love or lust,
Lose it all.
Use your might,
Lose your mind.
Blindly fight
What you find.
No one's right,
Same old grind.
Future sight
Must be blind.
Passion sets
Hearts ablaze.
Place your bets,
Final phase.
Wheels turn,
Hairpins click.
Let them burn,
Light the wick.
Troubled soul,
Calls for help.
Gunshot hole,
Silenced yelp.
Bravery;
Nothing new.
Slavery;
Tried and true.
Locked away,
Tossed the key.
No more say,
Never free.
Time is hard,
Winding slow.
Minds are scared,
Grudges grow.
Face to face
In the sand.
Fill the space,
Final stand.
Battle cry,
Drop 'em dead.
Binds to tie,
Made of lead.
Raise the flag,
Cased in hay.
Light a ***,
Fire away.
Freedom burns,
Liberty.
A nation yearns
To be set free.
Captive
Hobbes
I am a maze,
A living puzzle.
My stripes are cover,
Living camo.
I stay hidden
safe from a world of predators.
Humans who would take my hide,
Skin me and hang it like decor.
Use my skin and fur as a rug,
The intricate patterns of natures beauty,
tarnished below the feet of oppression.
I am hunted,
Value lays in my skin.
Money means everything in this world.
My life is forfeit,
meaningless as long as profit is made.
We mean nothing to them.
My brothers fall,
The lion, the panther, snow Leopard.
Each falls to the human hand.
Each sold off into slavery or murdered.
And for what?
I am alone,
I pace my cage,
Asking questions...
No one answers.
This is my prison,
I must live here and I shall die here.
A spectacle for anyone to view.
I am a show for children to scream at,
For adults to take pictures of,
Flashe and sounds that disturb my sleep,
As I fade away to nothing..
A slave in captivity
Save Me
Hobbes
Hold me under,
Drown me, Drown me.
Breath escapes me,
Kill me, Kill me.
Hide the body,
Leave me, Leave me.
One last chance now,
Save me, Save me.
Bring me closer,
Hold me, Hold me,
Hold me tighter,
Love me, love me,
Comfort me now,
Keep me, keep me,
One more chance to,
Save me, save me.
Please don't hurt me,
Break me, break me.
Please don't leave me,
Take me, take me,
Take my hand and,
Help me, help me,
Your last chance to
Save me, save me.
Dominance
Hobbes
Snowflakes fall
from the sky.
Days go on,
people die.
Never fall,
Never cry.
Continue on our way.
Passion burns,
Hearts ablaze.
Haters hate,
Zelots praise.
To the next
pointless craze
The cycle never ends.
When you seek,
Do you look?
Innocence
that they took.
Thrown away
in a book.
Our lives mean nothing still.
Closing in
for the kill,
As they burn
We will chill,
Bodies lay,
Blood will spill.
We throw freedom away.
March along,
Drums will sound.
Step by step,
Hearts will pound.
Shots are heard,
Hit the gound.
We won't give up just yet.
Every climb
Has a drop.
Move along,
Never stop.
Once again
We're on top.
And humans rule the world.
Animals
Useless slaves.
oppressing
lesser naves.
They shall lie
In their graves.
Meaningless evermore.
Time to settle the score
Lashing out,
Tooth and claw,
Never heard,
Never saw.
Ripped appart
By my maw.
Dominance established.
Message taught,
Lesson learned.
Voices lost,
Letters burned.
History
left unturned.
Humans will never change.
Trance
Hobbes
Eyes are blind,
Heavy heart.
Ties that bind,
Staggared start.
Trippy feat,
falling down.
Leaders meet,
Traitors drown.
In the dark,
Theres a light.
Hear the lark,
Brave the fight.
Humbleness,
Love is true.
Truly blessed,
Me and you.
Lift me high
On your wings.
We shall fly,
Song bird sings.
Never fall,
Never fear.
If you call,
I shall hear.
You're the one,
Set me free.
Next to none,
Destiny.
Hear my song,
Dare to trust.
Love is strong,
Hope a must.
Together,
It will come.
Forever,
Stops for none.
Passing glance,
perma-smile.
Happy dance,
Pure denial.
Its loves trance,
Take the trial.
Shattered Soul
Hobbes
Fate is a word,
It's reach is true.
I thought obsered,
I was with you.
It showed its face,
It layed its hand.
Destroyed our base,
Dead on the sand.
I try to smile,
To keep my cheer.
Escape the pile,
Not shed a tear.
I'm torn inside,
My heart and soul.
We're forced to hide,
We dug a hole.
I love him so,
He is the one.
One thing I know,
He's his dad's son.
Taken away,
Shown real pain.
Given no say,
No more to gain.
Its not a joke,
This just got real.
They'll see us choke,
Its a big deal.
If love is blind,
I'll never see.
And we will find,
We're never free.
I took a chance,
Gave love a shot,
Held a firm stance,
I won't be bought.
My heart is dead,
Fate took its tole.
I lie in bed,
A shattered soul.
Idle Idol
Hobbes Feb 23/2010
Analyze the world's problems,
Each one sticking truer still.
We lose our voice,
We lose our minds,
We lose our own free will.
Our greatest leaders cower now.
March forward for our idle idol.
Look back to our earlier days,
Leaders hid behind the front.
We fall so fast,
We fall away,
All for a stupid stunt.
Our world was lost from the start,
Thrown away for our idle idol.
Great wars were fought to please these men,
As they sit wasting away.
They never think,
They never act,
They'll live to rue the day.
The day we surrendered control,
Gave it all to an idle idol.
Bravery/Divinity/Savior/Martyr
Hobbes
Bravery, divinity, savior, martyr,
Each word is powerful in its own right.
Each tying together,
Bound by chains forged of iron.
Bravery is a trait not commonly found,
And often we find,
To the brave we are bound.
But this bondage comes with a price...
Those who walk the divine path are few,
Though high in presence.
They often demand dominance of their people.
A dominance so unsavoury and unfitting for the divine.
A man called saviour it is often found,
Is a slave to his people.
Sold to slavery for the good of all,
As he accends to his richeous standing.
Last but not least the martyr gives her life,
Layed down for the one she calls master.
Be it noble cause or religous zeal,
The master claims her life in the end.
Bondage, Dominance, Slavery and Mastery,
Each word is powerful in its own right.
For in the end even the greatest men and women,
Are sucum to the chains of BDSM.
Iron Men
Hobbes
We march forward through the darkness,
Our vision fades to black.
Our one-tract minds carry us through,
The next big heart attack.
The mission is set out in stone,
And we will show no fear.
And God's grace be upon the man,
Who stops to shed a tear.
Our freedom is taken to meet,
The needs of lesser men.
We never waiver, don't complain,
And never think again.
We're naught but tools to meet the needs,
Of the mastermind's will.
And though we are much like machines,
We are all human still.
Soldiers march off to face their deaths,
Their eyes as set as stone.
They're told in death all of their sins,
Will finally be atoned.
For family, country, or for God,
Its all a form of zeal.
No matter how you wish to spin,
You're not behind the wheel.
Each man is cut from the same cloth,
A modern man of steel.
The thing that we seem to forget,
It that they all still feel.
We send them in to face the foe,
They know not what's in store.
We winde them up and set them off,
Toy soldiers off to war.
Self-Reflection
Hobbes
What does it mean to live in fear?
A fear of something inside of you,
Bying for freedom,
Pleading for release,
Fighting for dominance.
Showing visions of death,
Of violence,
Of your innermost desires,
Twisted and disturbed.
They haunt me to this day.
What does it mean to loose control?
All my hatred and anger unleashed,
Harming the innocent,
Destroying my life,
Tearing down barriers.
All I could do was sit by and watch,
Aware and unable to act,
As my body attacked.
Though my mind was trapped inside,
Forced to watch as the horror unveiled.
What does it mean to live in conflict?
I battle so that it can never get out,
Never again harm,
Never voice vile thoughts,
Never spread its hatred.
I have all but destroyed the voices,
But they are still there,
Feint wispers in my mind.
And when I look into the mirror,
I fear it won't be me in the reflection.
The day the beast is free again...
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