First Poem: "Klink"
#1
Uhh... I am new here, and this is my first real poem. My father is a poet, and I love the English language, but I don't have much of a head for rhythm. I hope it's alright; I tried to make it sound right, but... I dunno. Let me know, I guess.I wrote this on a bus, so I'm pretty amazed it's at least resembling sensical.
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White Ball, Red Ball, Black Ball,
-Klink, Klink, Klink-
Happiness, Grief, Sorrow,
-Klink, Klink, Klink-
Bag of Choice, Bag of Chance,
Who makes us pick?
-Klink, Klink, Klink-

While unhappy men with Charging Bulls and Sleeping Bears
Wash away their woes and praise 'til naught is left but money,
-Klink, Klink, Klink-
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I have a few more lines or stanzas or whatever you'll call these, but I'm not too sure about them (since they aren't up here, I'll go ahead and tell y'all that the last stanza there refers to the white ball, and the two that aren't up refer to the other two balls).
Won't be seeing you through the field of tears I left behind
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#2
(01-12-2013, 06:19 AM)Card Wrote:  Uhh... I am new here, and this is my first real poem. My father is a poet, and I love the English language, but I don't have much of a head for rhythm. I hope it's alright; I tried to make it sound right, but... I dunno. Let me know, I guess.I wrote this on a bus, so I'm pretty amazed it's at least resembling sensical.
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White Ball, Red Ball, Black Ball,
-Klink, Klink, Klink-
Happiness, Grief, Sorrow,
-Klink, Klink, Klink-
Bag of Choice, Bag of Chance,
Who makes us pick?
-Klink, Klink, Klink-

While unhappy men with Charging Bulls and Sleeping Bears
Wash away their woes and praise 'til naught is left but money,
-Klink, Klink, Klink-
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I have a few more lines or stanzas or whatever you'll call these, but I'm not too sure about them (since they aren't up here, I'll go ahead and tell y'all that the last stanza there refers to the white ball, and the two that aren't up refer to the other two balls).


Welcome to the Pigpen. I was tempted to ask what it all meant, but that is for you to know and me to decide for myself.

Snooker? Baseball@ Gridiron teams? Chance? I don't know, but it feels as though there is something there. Booze? Dunno.

Did you decide on a form before you began? or whether you wanted it to be metric? It seems uncertain, but there are much better critics than me here, and with luck, one will comment, and squeeze out more than I have. Smile
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#3
the first one sounds like billiards, but i get the impression it's about luck or serendipity and chance, is it fate or skill. i like the gambling stock market thing, if that's what it is. i like it because it makes the reader think, i think the repeating line works well, which i presume are the sound of greed and good luck (winnings)

i never saw the ball thing in the last stanza
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#4
Oh, it's closer to the lottery. Back when the first hospitals were established, they could only take in so many newborns to care for. They had mothers draw white, red, and black balls. White meant you were in, red was the waiting list, and black was shit outta luck. That stuck with me, that there are only so many white balls we can pluck.

And I didn't really have a form in mind, I just wrote what sounded good in my head.
And the klink sound was how I thought the balls would sound --hitting against each other-- but it also sounds like coins.
Won't be seeing you through the field of tears I left behind
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