Just curious what kind of poems you guys like. Here's mine: Marionettes In bygone times and warmer climes You marionettes played.Now restless, silent in a box, Your scattered limbs are splayed.Come feel the tug of dancing strings. Your dust responds on shivering wings. The master puppeteer now sings!Rise up from where you're laid. The master calls you from the dark. Your bones respond in haste.Come act the part of living souls, Their glory once more taste.Connect again with warmer days, And hearken to your former ways. Out of that darkness you will raise.Up from your place of waste! Now dance, you spirits long before, The surging blood of old.Your sundered souls from times of yore Play at a life once bold!The Master heaves on strings of woe. Torn from the dark, your bones must go, To act once more, that all may know,The Master's tale is TOLD! Spoken by Mina in Dragonlance: Dragons of a Fallen Sun
"Lines Inscribed Upon a Cup Formed from a Skull" ~Lord Byron Start not - nor deem my spirit fled; In me behold the only skull From which, unlike a living head, Whatever flows is never dull. I lived, I loved, I quaffed, like thee: I died: let earth my bones resign; Fill up - thou canst not injure me; The worm hath fouler lips than thine. Better to hold the sparkling grape, Than nurse the earth-worm's slimy brood; And circle in the goblet's shape The drink of gods, than reptile's food. Where once my wit, perchance, hath shone, In aid of others' let me shine; And when, alas! our brains are gone, What nobler substitute than wine? Quaff while thou canst: another race, When thou and thine, like me, are sped, May rescue thee from earth's embrace, And rhyme and revel with the dead. Why not? since through life's little day Our heads such sad effects produce; Redeemed from worms and wasting clay, This chance is theirs, to be of use.
