MCD's Anthology of Poems

XD At the time, I was writing it when Word had put itself in Override, and its only now that I realise how to turn it off. XD I'll go back and fix those now, since I didn't have the chance to do so when I wrote it firsthand. And it's glad to have you back Kelsey ^_^
 
XD Stupid Word, the dumb thing always goes nuts on me too. @_@ Awsome poems, MCD, and I really wasn't gone for that long, but thanks for the welcome back. XD *glomps*

~Kelsey
 
Here's another poem thingy... and this one does have a hidden message Kelsey - so watch out. ^_~ Enjoy:

The Devil's Poem

The devil, he sits on my shoulder.
He tells me to do terrible things.

One time he told me to punch my
Sister in the arm. I did it, and it
Felt good. Another time, he said
I should push over a group of boxes
Onto the floor. Mother knew it was
Me, and she gave me a smack, but
It didn't hurt compared to the joy
Of adrenalin running through me.

The devil, he sits on my shoulder.
He tells me to do terrible things.

The devil also comes to me when I
sleep. He says that everyone is
Against me, and they must suffer.
So the next morning, I put salt in
the sugar bowl. Father ended up in
Hospital, and I got another smack,
But I didn't care. I sort of liked the
Bittersweet feeling that came with
the hard blow. It made me know that
My message had gone through.

The devil, he sits on my shoulder.
He tells me to do terrible things.

Then, only yesterday, the devil came
To me at school, and told me to burn
the classroom. I took a lighter, and
Torched the flimsy wooden tables.
Everyone screamed, and ran, but I
Just laughed, with the devil by my side.
But soon the fire spread, and ran
Through the corridors and the lockers
And the gymnasium and the toilets
And even the Headmaster's Office.
Everyone ran and screamed away from
The cursed blaze.

The devil, he sat on my shoulder.
He told me to do terrible things.

Now all the devil does is laugh in my
Face, ontop of the window of my bare
And white room. But I can't touch him.
My hands are tied behind my back with
a jacket only mad people wear.
 
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That poem is based on trust and beterayl.That was I will just do this.9/10
 
Whilst it is loosely based on betrayal, that's not the entire gist of it. But thankf for reading anyways ^_^

P.S. I didn't understand the last sentence... could you rephrase it please?
 
I did not understand what your first word said and I put my comment into a rating.
 
Mr Cat Dog said:
Here's another poem thingy... and this one does have a hidden message Kelsey - so watch out. ^_~ Enjoy:

The Devil's Poem

The devil, he sits on my shoulder.
He tells me to do terrible things.

One time he told me to punch my
Sister in the arm. I did it, and it
Felt good. Another time, he said
I should push over a group of boxes
Onto the floor. Mother knew it was
Me, and she gave me a smack, but
It didn't hurt compared to the joy
Of adrenalin running through me.

The devil, he sits on my shoulder.
He tells me to do terrible things.

The devil also comes to me when I
sleep. He says that everyone is
Against me, and they must suffer.
So the next morning, I put salt in
the sugar bowl. Father ended up in
Hospital, and I got another smack,
But I didn't care. I sort of liked the
Bittersweet feeling that came with
the hard blow. It made me know that
My message had gone thorugh.

The devil, he sits on my shoulder.
He tells me to do terrible things.

Then, only yesterday, the devil came
To me at school, and told me to burn
the classroom. I took a lighter, and
Torched the flimsy wooden tables.
Everyone screamed, and ran, but I
Just laughed, with the devil by my side.
But soon the fire spread, and ran
Through the corridors and the lockers
And the gymnasium and the toilets
And even the Headmaster's Office.
Everyone ran and screamed away from
The cursed blaze.

The devil, he sat on my shoulder.
He told me to do terrible things.

Now all the devil does is laugh in my
Face, ontop of the window of my bare
And white room. But I can't touch him.
My hands are tied behind my back with
a jacket only mad people wear.
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O_______O Meep, this one freaked me out, but it was sooooo cool! ^_________^ OK, first I found one spelling error:
thorugh = through
(^ Stupid Word. XD)

OK, now as for the message...well, it seems as though the boy is possessed by the devil. The devil tells him of terrible things to do, that end up hurting the ones he loves. Then, with the school fire, the boy had gone too far.

Then in the mental institute, the devil laughs at his 'underling's' misfortune, after it was the devil who told the boy to do all of those things.

I think the message is somewhat of betrayl. For the devil acted as one of the boy's pals, always at his side. Until the boy was in trouble, did the devil come to his aid? Most certainly not.

If that's not it, then I suspect that if you hear voices in your head don't listen to them. XDXDXD

Awsome poem MCD, this one is amongst one of my faves out of your poems. ^^

~Kelsey
 
Most of what you're saying is right, although he isn't actually being possessed by the devil. The devil is simply another metaphor. The kid has ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder). I did some research, and a lot of people who have this say that they've been affected by the devil, even though there was no need fo exorcism at the end. But, everything about betrayal and the 'devil's' fickleness is all right and stuff ^_^
 
I have no homework tonight, so I might compose 2 poems to make up for me not posting one yesterday. This first one is loosely based on the Shakespeare play of Macbeth, and if you really want to get the full meaning of it, you should read the play :P I'm sure most people'll enjoy it anyways ^_^ Enjoy:

Double, double toil and trouble

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Witches, three crouch in their pit.
Frail and ancient, they do sit,
Round the cauldron, candles lit
For what they burn, their souls shall frit.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Round about the cauldron go
In the poisoned entrails throw.
Sweltered venom sleeping got,
Boil it first in the charmed pot.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Silvered in the moon's eclipse,
Nose of Turk and Tartars lips,
Add them to a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Evil deeds and wrecks of sin,
Crawl and writher from within,
Like a cat's malicious grin.
Good shall fail, and evil, win.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
 
Mr Cat Dog said:
I have no homework tonight, so I might compose 2 poems to make up for me not posting one yesterday. This first one is loosely based on the Shakespeare play of Macbeth, and if you really want to get the full meaning of it, you should read the play :P I'm sure most people'll enjoy it anyways ^_^ Enjoy:

Double, double toil and trouble

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Witches, three crouch in their pit.
Frail and ancient, they do sit,
Round the cauldron, candles lit
For what they burn, their souls shall frit.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Round about the cauldron go
In the poisoned entrails throw.
Sweltered venom sleeping got,
Boil it first in the charmed pot.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Silvered in the moon's eclipse,
Nose of Turk and Tartars lips,
Add them to a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Evil deeds and wrecks of sin,
Crawl and writher from within,
Like a cat's malicious grin.
Good shall fail, and evil, win.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
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Weeeeeeeeeeee, this one reminded me of the Harry Potter movies. XD I really loved this poem, it has a cool ring to it once you read it.

It gives the reader an image of witches gathered around a pitch-black cauldron, chanting the words of your poem. ^____^ It gave me a neat feeling of betrayl almost. As if the witches are concocting this mesh of spells to gain revenge, but that's just my vision of it.

I saw no spelling erros either, which was very nice. Yet again, another awsome poem MCD. ^_____^

~Kelsey
 
That's a good poem.It's like a song.
 
If you read MacBeth, then the poem has a lot more relevance, but it still has its own meaning on its own, which you got Kelsey ^_^ I might have a poem tonight if I can think of another one XD But thanks for reading ^_^
 
Whoa whoa whoa. Stop. Back up. Now, did you just say that I actually got your poem's meaning? o.o *freaks out and dances* Yeah!!! XD

I did like it a lot, maybe I can get more of your poem's meanings by not trying so hard. XD Awsome job MCD, I can't wait for more. <3

~Kelsey
 
Well... it wasn't that hard or anything. It was just three witches dancing and chanting around a cauldron. No metaphors involved, unless you've read Macbeth and then you'll get a whole new meaning to it XD
 
Bla Bla... just read and enjoy and crap like that XD (Oh... HIDDEN MEANING ALERT)

The ticking of the clock

The old grandfather clock sits
As a reminder to the woman in
Her rocking chair. As she rocks
Away to Fred Astaire, the clock
Ticks and tocks away to a simple,
Monotonous beat.

The woman sighs, and reaches
For the remote control, to turn
The volume up so she can rock
Some more, to compete with the
Old grandfather clock. Like her
Deceased hubby, he drones on
In his weary ticking and tocking.

She watches the world from her
Stained window. If specks of mud
Were rose-tinted glasses, then
All would have been well. The
Grandmother and Grandfather clock
go back to their ticking and tocking
And rocking, smiling happilly as they
Rock into the evening.
 
XD Drat...well, I have read Julius Caesar, does that count? XD Hurry up and write more, I wanna reply to some poems!! XD *pulls out Claire's whip* >=3

~Kelsey

EDIT: OK, I've just read The Ticking of the Clock. To me, I got the picture of this elderly woman in her rocking chair, silently rocking back and forth to the ticking of the grandfather clock.

It made me feel as though time is almost up for the old woman, and she seemed suspensful for her "turn" to end. Like she wished to go to her husband and be with him. And when she turned the volume up, she rocked faster, as if hoping to speed the time up for her time to end sooner rather than later.

I saw no spelling erros so wooootness!! XD I liked this one too, even if I didn't get the meaning, the way I read it, it makes me have an enlightened feeling inside, well done MCD. ^^
 
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well, thats a good poem but i cant figure out the meaning argh!
 
Sorry I haven't posted a poem in ages, I've just had terrible writers block. I'll deal with Kelsey's meaning a bit later, once I've got this poem written down and stuff. ^_^

The Trouble of Two

Away with you, I want no more
To do with you. Your moaning and
Groaning and clanging and banging
And whining and crying and wailing
And bailing me out of my dreamy
And blissful paradise of nocturnal
Fantasy.

Yet as soon as one shuts up, the
Other comes back, as if it's a ghost
Of the previous one. Again with the
Moaning and groaning and clanging
And banging and whining and crying
To myself at night as they take control
Of me and my life.

When they both miraculously both
Decease into a decaying slumber, my
Heart comes to rest upon my aching
Ribs, so softly does it pound whilst
Silence reigns the house. Yet it pounds
Like a drum when even the slightest
Of noises comes from up the hall.

Why did I even want kids in the first place?
 
Mr Cat Dog said:
Sorry I haven't posted a poem in ages, I've just had terrible writers block. I'll deal with Kelsey's meaning a bit later, once I've got this poem written down and stuff. ^_^

The Trouble of Two

Away with you, I want no more
To do with you. Your moaning and
Groaning and clanging and banging
And whining and crying and wailing
And bailing me out of my dreamy
And blissful paradise of nocturnal
Fantasy.

Yet as soon as one shuts up, the
Other comes back, as if it's a ghost
Of the previous one. Again with the
Moaning and groaning and clanging
And banging and whining and crying
To myself at night as they take control
Of me and my life.

When they both miraculously both
Decease into a decaying slumber, my
Heart comes to rest upon my aching
Ribs, so softly does it pound whilst
Silence reigns the house. Yet it pounds
Like a drum when even the slightest
Of noises comes from up the hall.

Why did I even want kids in the first place?
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Awsome! XD This one so describes how a mother can feel at times. For having children I'm sure is a blissful thing...until they learn the meaning of noise. XD

I imagined a young mother who has about three or four children. They are constantly ranting and screaming through the house, tearing things apart. The mother sometimes wishes she could lose herself and just become distant from all the chaos.

The one special time of the day is when bedtime rools around. X3 The kids are tucked away in their beds and the mother can be at rest. Until the slightest movement of feet across the floor or the sound of a shutting door, and all Hell breaks loose once more. XD

I absolutlely loved this poem MCD. ^^ It shows how a mother or father often have to deal with their children as they go about their daily chaotic ways. ^^ It just goes to show how much we should really appreciate our parents for what they go through for us. <3 Shweet poem MCD, yet another masterpiece. ^_~

~Kelsey
 
Mr Cat Dog said:
Sorry I haven't posted a poem in ages, I've just had terrible writers block. I'll deal with Kelsey's meaning a bit later, once I've got this poem written down and stuff. ^_^

The Trouble of Two

Away with you, I want no more
To do with you. Your moaning and
Groaning and clanging and banging
And whining and crying and wailing
And bailing me out of my dreamy
And blissful paradise of nocturnal
Fantasy.

Yet as soon as one shuts up, the
Other comes back, as if it's a ghost
Of the previous one. Again with the
Moaning and groaning and clanging
And banging and whining and crying
To myself at night as they take control
Of me and my life.

When they both miraculously both
Decease into a decaying slumber, my
Heart comes to rest upon my aching
Ribs, so softly does it pound whilst
Silence reigns the house. Yet it pounds
Like a drum when even the slightest
Of noises comes from up the hall.

Why did I even want kids in the first place?
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Agian I liked it.
 
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