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Zedcars

Zedcars

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I wasn’t able to find a thread on poetry. I thought it would be nice to share our own or existing poems from renowned poets.

There are a lot of close parallels between music and poetry, not just from a lyric writing, emotional and story telling point of view, but also rhythmically, tonally and structurally.

I wrote a short one a few days ago. Inspired by the music from Road to Perdition by Thomas Newman.

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Last Embrace of Solace

I clasp the night
A last embrace of solace.
Spirals sweep
Around her grey accomplice.

Empty shells yaw skyward
Evaporating whispers of souvenirs.
Through fingers seep
Inwardly folding spears.

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Do you have any favourite poems? Or have you written any you don’t mind sharing?
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Great expressive lines, @Zedcars
Thank you for sharing!
Also an amazing idea, the relationship between poetry and music is indeed very close.
Poetry is close to me as well, but I write in Hungarian.

The lyrics of this song have been translated.
I wrote to a dear friend when her child was born.
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the faraway open sky
has been painting her images for so long
floating birds singing
oceans of stars

down there huge greens
are guarding her children
songs wing the air every day
opening out her great heart

and her beautiful home
where peace is awaiting you
and the wonders of life
with You plenty of new worlds will rise
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The song is available here, performed in Hungarian:

 

Annabel Lee​

BY EDGAR ALLAN POE

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
 
Zedcars said:
I wasn’t able to find a thread on poetry. I thought it would be nice to share our own or existing poems from renowned poets.

There are a lot of close parallels between music and poetry, not just from a lyric writing, emotional and story telling point of view, but also rhythmically, tonally and structurally.

I wrote a short one a few days ago. Inspired by the music from Road to Perdition by Thomas Newman.

_________________________

Last Embrace of Solace

I clasp the night
A last embrace of solace.
Spirals sweep
Around her grey accomplice.

Empty shells yaw skyward
Evaporating whispers of souvenirs.
Through fingers seep
Inwardly folding spears.

________________________

Do you have any favourite poems? Or have you written any you don’t mind sharing?
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I would have liked to see a lyrics section.

Now, the ground concept of mixing/mastering to sound like others, quoting others poems, using stock vids, et cetera, is creating a veil. Miracles exist, they want to make you believe they dont.

Add on:

And in the physical realm, with just one or two sentences, you have the ability to change world history (from a potential perspective).
 
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We spend time trying to make
things familiar
Trying to claim the general direction
as our own
But it was someone else's
equally lost adrift
And those beaten down
trails
End up being random, not
known
Not any part of yourself
 
On Time by Jonathan Swift

Ever eating, never cloying,
All-devouring, all-destroying,
Never finding full repast,
Till I eat the world at last.


Batty by Shel Silverstein

The baby bat
Screamed out in fright,
'Turn on the dark,
I'm afraid of the light.'


The Grizzly Bear Poem by Alfred Edward Housman

The Grizzly Bear is huge and wild
It has devoured the little child.
The little child is unaware
It has been eaten by the bear.


The Stern Parent Poem by Harry Graham

Father heard his Children scream,
So he threw them in the stream,
Saying, as he drowned the third,
'Children should be seen, not heard!'
 
When writing blackmetal lyrics, how do I verify they aren't "too cringe"? Don't say they're supposed to be cringe, they are not. Most people who write them just aren't very good at it in my opinion. How does one get good?

Usually I feel like I have nothing to say, which doesn't help the creative spark. But when I do try to say something with lyrics, I later think it's 10x as cringe as when I don't, and I just wanna delete it again.
 
MartinH. said:
How does one get good?

Usually I feel like I have nothing to say, which doesn't help the creative spark.
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Are we hijacking the thread?

I was able to get to the source of lyrics after being able to crack the hardware, which was (more or less) installed in the mind by society. Of course, to crack it, comes with a price tag. But there's a price tag on everything, including the original hardware.

I didn't even know I had the ability, to get to that bubbling source, until I had cracked the code. Before, it was definitely cringe - to say the least.
 
So far, I haven't felt the need for expressing myself through lyrics; notes, sounds, and sometimes images are my words.

But I appreciate poetry very much. It would take too long to share many verses that I'm fond of, so here are the ones from a song that is particularly special to me:

And a rock feels no pain
And an island never cries

(from "I Am A Rock" by Paul Simon)
 
Hey Diddle Diddle Poem by Roald Dahl

Hey diddle diddle
We're all on the fiddle
And never get up until noon.
We only take cash
Which we carefully stash
And we work by the light of the moon.


The World Is Full Of Double Beds Poem by Hilaire Belloc

The world is full of double beds
And most delightful maidenheads,
Which being so, there’s no excuse
For sodomy of self-abuse.
 
PeterN said:
Are we hijacking the thread?
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I'd say no, because the kind of lyrics I'm thinking about have no distinction from Poetry, often they don't even have choruses. I'll give an example from the band Mgla that I like:


Exercises In Futility V​


Blessed be the tailors
The masks are cut to fit

Blessed be the woodworkers
The crosses and the gallows

Blessed be the forgers of iron
And the spikes and the barbwire

Blessed be the stone cutters
It took a quarry to bury the dreams

Blessed be the misery, the filth, the discord and the horror
Blessed be the lies, the guilt, the fear, the woe and the betrayal
For these ones didn't need any outside source
For these ones come from within

And here it is
Grown from within
An invincible stronghold
Adorned with death

A suit of shining armour
Replaced the skin
And calligraphed sins
Are as coat of arms

Hollow​



PeterN said:
I was able to get to the source of lyrics after being able to crack the hardware, which was (more or less) installed in the mind by society. Of course, to crack it, comes with a price tag. But there's a price tag on everything, including the original hardware.

I didn't even know I had the ability, to get to that bubbling source, until I had cracked the code. Before, it was definitely cringe - to say the least.
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This is a little too cryptic for me, I don't quite understand. But at least I'm intrigued and have thought about this a while. I wonder if you're - cryptically - trying to tell me that the secret you found is avoiding direct statements to escape that cringy on-the-nose-ness, and veil everything in layers of metaphors instead? I certainly have noticed that as a theme in the lyrics that I gravitate towards.
 
Facing It by Yusef Komunyakaa:

My black face fades,
hiding inside the black granite.
I said I wouldn't
dammit: No tears.
I'm stone. I'm flesh.
My clouded reflection eyes me
like a bird of prey, the profile of night
slanted against morning. I turn
this way—the stone lets me go.
I turn that way—I'm inside
the Vietnam Veterans Memorial
again, depending on the light
to make a difference.
I go down the 58,022 names,
half-expecting to find
my own in letters like smoke.
I touch the name Andrew Johnson;
I see the booby trap's white flash.
Names shimmer on a woman's blouse
but when she walks away
the names stay on the wall.
Brushstrokes flash, a red bird's
wings cutting across my stare.
The sky. A plane in the sky.
A white vet's image floats
closer to me, then his pale eyes
look through mine. I'm a window.
He's lost his right arm
inside the stone. In the black mirror
a woman’s trying to erase names:
No, she's brushing a boy's hair.
 
I enjoy a lot of the good stuff. Some favorites would be Donne, Shakespeare, Eliot, Byron, Baudelaire, Poe, Burns....

What they're really good for is little turns of phrase that make great titles for pieces of music.
 
I'm a great fan of Matsuo Basho. He managed to reconcile eternity and the moment into fragments of musical language -- and the rhythm and music of poetry can be very language-specific which makes translation challenging.

閑かさや
岩にしみ入る
蝉の声

Such stillness
piercing the rock
a cicada’s voice
(trans. Jane Reichhold)

風流の
初めや奥の
田植歌

The true beginnings
of poetry - an Oku
rice-planting song.
(trans. Donald Keene)



A haiku I wrote on leaving Japan around the time of the tanabata festival:

七夕や
荷物に夢を
畳折り

Tanabata - my suitcase filled with folded dreams
 
MartinH. said:
This is a little too cryptic for me, I don't quite understand. But at least I'm intrigued and have thought about this a while. I wonder if you're - cryptically - trying to tell me that the secret you found is avoiding direct statements to escape that cringy on-the-nose-ness, and veil everything in layers of metaphors instead? I certainly have noticed that as a theme in the lyrics that I gravitate towards.
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No, it is simply going beyond the concept of communication that was installed in you. But you need to reach it somehow.
 
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