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Jubal:
Jubal's Poems
This thread contains most of my poetry and song lyric writing from the past decade, and is still being added to. There's no particular organising principle to it, and most years only have a poem every few months, in quite a range of styles, from the sad to the satirical to the embarrassingly teenage to the ridiculous. At some point I really should sort out a full index of poems, but in lieu of that the below list of years will take you to the first poem written in any given year, from which you can scroll through the thread further and see what else I was writing at that time. I hope you enjoy the read, and please do leave a comment at the end of the thread if you see anything you want to comment on!

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2024

The original first post of the thread is below:


These poems are random msuings on the world and life in general, I'll post ones realted to something in particular in a different thread.

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This first one is a few years old now, prolly from 06 or 07, can't remember. I worte it about being a nerd/geek (hence neek). If anyone spots the tangential Dylan reference (Bob Dylan, not Dylan Thomas) I will be impressed.

The Neek

Flashing digits.
On a keyboard, on a screen,
Free in his own world,
Free on his own turf,
On his own terms.
His creation is launched
On a never-ending journey
Into Cyberspace.

Then It is gone.

A frail form battered into a swivel chair,
A mountainous pile of books lies at his side,
Rows of teddies’ eyes stare down from shelves and from the bed,
A stuffed toy looks to the ceiling as if it had died,

His mind rests not on worldly things,
What’s ‘cool’ what’s ‘in’ he doesn’t care,
But stare
Right past the vacuums of his pixellated eyes,
Into the freedom of his mind,
And the infinity beyond,
You will see
An untamed wilderness,
Wilder than his hair,
A place where he can roam,
Unfenced and unchained.

Flashing digits.
On a keyboard, on a screen,
A world of digits,
A digital world,
The world of a Neek.
My world.

Silver Wolf:
I like it ... Especially this part :
"A place where he can roam,
Unfenced and unchained."

Good old computer... The only place where you can be completely free and pretend to be the God

Jubal:
Thanks. Yea, the internet is a place which I think makes people very different.

I wrote this today, just thinking about someone, and then wrote it. Lang is a bit old-style, but I like it that way. The "fresh and rosy-fingered dawn" is an Odyssey reference by the way.

Swanwing
The fresh and rosy-fingered dawn caught me;
I was ensnared by the beauty of the light.
The cold light of dawn that lit my weary face
Turned thine to a miracle of elegance and grace
The beauty of the sun, and the envy of the night.

Was it thy grace that sent my head thus whirling?
The ochre locks of thy hair so free
Thy voice that into mine head crept
The thoughts I had; the times I wept
Are still turning in my mind, and drawing me to thee.

Upon my face dwells no such noble visage;
Outwardly I am unlovely to behold
Although we two may think as one
When I leave thee, from your mind I am gone
But in mine thou stay, more fair than fine-spun gold.

My mind shall dwell upon thee ever;
Its fevered thoughts cannot now turn away
And still I hear your voice so blessed
Yet I cannot to thee confess
That in my mind thou art, for ever and a day.

Jubal:
My third poem for this thread is utterly wierd beyond belief. It's not entitled Mind Roaming for nothing... I wrote it a couple of months ago.

Mind Roaming
In a tavern,
In a an alley,
In a town somewhere,
There’s a man chained up behind a wall that isn’t there.
His mind is hidden in a storm of sleet…
In a backroom,
In a rat-trap,
In a backwards street,
There’s a man lying there in chains.

Behind a glass brick wall,
A façade of ice,
If he wants to stay alive he knows he has to pay the price,
But the sad thing is…
I know that man’s in pain.

And he dreams of…

A castle,
On a mountain
On a great back crag,
Where the dragons and the gryphons all just started taking scag,
Because the knights are dead and gone,
In the castle,
In the tower,
In an unlit cell where day and night are one,
There’s the last romantic lying looking down on the world from above…

Behind a glass brick wall,
A façade of ice,
If he wants to stay complete he knows he has to pay the price,
But the sad thing is…
I know that man’s in love.

And he thinks of…

A princess,
In a palace,
In the centre of the realm,
A girl in a world that’s covered by the press,
Because the realm outside’s unable,
To see her bedroom,
Like a cellblock,
Nothing but a bed and table.
And the girl’s surrounded by cameras and maids….

Behind a glass brick wall,
A façade of ice,
If she wants to stay on top she knows she has to pay the price,
But the sad thing is…
I know that girl’s afraid.


In a classroom,
At a desk,
In a secondary school,
Where the foolish man is wise, and wisdom makes a fool,
And the people forgot how to dream,
On a pile of paper,
In a pair of old young eyes,
There’s a mind that can see things that aren’t as they seem,
And a roaming idea waiting to be free,

Behind a glass brick wall,
A façade of ice,
If I want to stay around I know I’ve got to pay the price,
But the sad thing is…
The sad thing is…

I know that man is me.

Jubal:
Naelian
iea Estarrioe oetoe;
ouranael, oni esta.
astumavale oni;
oetoe Lahoie irtar.

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