Jubal's poems

Started by Jubal, May 28, 2009, 06:59:11 PM

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Scarlet

You realise I'm going to force you to sing them/ teach them to me? :)
like a bruise that would never go away, but she would cherish it for ever.

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Jubal

A confused and longwinded Whovian poem, with a number of switches of verse style.

A Promise You Make
What makes me who I am?
What makes any of us who we are?

I once thought it was our skills,
The memories of days gone by
Our way of life, our knowledge,
Soaring towers under a golden sky.
But it was not enough.

With science that science could not have imagined
Ageless, perfected and wise,
Worlds of worlds of wealth and wisdom at our command
Books and texts scanned by eager eyes.
But it was not enough.

And
Then I
Discovered
Everything
All the stars and suns
All the wonders and worlds
The truths, the lies, hopes and fears
Loves and wonders and dangers and
I then found out that there was no-one
On any world who was unimportant
So everything was not enough.

Because everything was broken
Is broken
The hurt
Unspoken
The clocks that cannot be turned back
The angels and demons that cannot be blinked away
The stars that gutter, the sky that turns black
Even times when a man who runs is forced to stay.
So I had to heal it.

And that was how I discovered
The secret
Myself
My name
The things I did for peace and sanity,
The reasons why a good man needs no rules and I need them all.
The power, grace and strength of mere humanity
Even when I seemed a god in my powers who could never fall,
Only healing was enough.

I am the Doctor.
I can't fix everything.
I won't fix everything.
I can't succeed.
I won't succeed.
My work can never be complete.
My work will never be complete.

I can't fix everything.

but

I can try.
And just wait
Until you see me try...
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Jubal

There was a singaround at Sidmouth Folk Week with the theme of "Chaste or be Chased" so I wrote a song for it on the bus on the way there and this was the result :P

Lord Morrison's Maid
And all the people whisper still
Lord Morrison's riding over hill
He'll ride until his mind is gone
For he chased a maid of Avalon.

Lord Morrison rode
Lord Morrison rode
Lord Morrison rode
To the stream one morn
When he spied a maid
In a sunlit glade
King Arthur's maid
From Avalon

And all the people whisper still
Lord Morrison's riding over hill
He'll ride until his mind is gone
For he chased a maid of Avalon.

Lord Morrison cried
Lord Morrison cried
Lord Morrison cried
"Oh Maid so fair
Come eat my bread
And warm my bed
With your fair pretty head
Of golden hair"

And all the people whisper still
Lord Morrison's riding over hill
He'll ride until his mind is gone
For he chased a maid of Avalon.

But the lady sighed
But the lady sighed
But the lady sighed
"That I can't do
Don't press me so
'twill bring you woe
For I shan't go
Along with you"

And all the people whisper still
Lord Morrison's riding over hill
He'll ride until his mind is gone
For he chased a maid of Avalon.

Lord Morrison raged
Lord Morrison raged
Lord Morrison raged
And with a frown
Said "I'll have my right
And I've my might"
So he held her tight
And laid her down.

And all the people whisper still
Lord Morrison's riding over hill
He'll ride until his mind is gone
For he chased a maid of Avalon.

Then Arthur came
Then Arthur came
Then Arthur came
And he did say
You've shown your will
And had your fill
Now chase her 'til
Your dying day

And all the people whisper still
Lord Morrison's riding over hill
He'll ride until his mind is gone
For he chased a maid of Avalon.

Then Arthur went
Then Arthur went
Then Arthur went
And took his maid
Vanished in the air
Left Morrison there
With desperate memory ne'er
Shall fade

And all the people whisper still
Lord Morrison's riding over hill
He'll ride until his mind is gone
For he chased a maid of Avalon.

And all the people whisper still
Lord Morrison's riding over hill
He'll ride until his mind is gone
For he chased a maid of Avalon.
The duke, the wanderer, the philosopher, the mariner, the warrior, the strategist, the storyteller, the wizard, the wayfarer...

Scarlet

Tune?

It reads very well but is difficult to judge without music.
like a bruise that would never go away, but she would cherish it for ever.

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Jubal

Yes. I'm not sure how to get the tune across on a forum. Dum dum da-dum dum daa daa dummm doesn't really get the gist over that well.  :P
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comrade_general


Jubal

But ewmyvoice

I will do at some point I guess.
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Scarlet

You're voice is lovely, you idiot :)
like a bruise that would never go away, but she would cherish it for ever.

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Jubal

Thucydides

The fingers that tap on my keyboard
And the pen that you put to your scroll,
The fragments of knowledge I try to eke out
Of what you once believed was a whole.

I'm writing the tale of your history;
Though you didn't know that's what you'd made,
Instead seeing a tale that would teach me of man,
Eternity's lesson that never would fade.

The fingers that tap on my keyboard
Are now resting; so, somewhere, are yours.
The first of my kind, as we both read our works
Upon Athens of old, and her wars.
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Cuddly Khan

Short but nice. I like it.
Quote from: comrade_general on January 25, 2014, 01:22:10 AMMost effective elected official. Ever. (not counting Jubal)

He is Jubal the modder, Jubal the wayfarer, Jubal the admin. And he has come to me now, at the turning of the tide.

Jubal

And hey, guess which historical figure my essay was on this week?  :P
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Jubal

Wrong war, Thucydides was the Peloponnesian; for Leonidas you want the account written by Herodotus of the Persian wars.  :P
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Jubal

This is fairly obviously a set of song lyrics rather than something that works well as a poem. But ah well.

Newborn

One day I will crawl like you
(With a hey-ho, hey-o ai)
One day I will crawl like you
(With a hey-ho, hey-o ai!)
One day I will crawl like you
Or like you did until you grew
(With a hey-ho... hey-o ai!)

One day I will walk like you
(With a hey-ho, hey-o ai)
One day I will walk like you
(With a hey-ho, hey-o ai!)
One day I will walk like you
With the whole world for me to walk through
(With a hey-ho... hey-o ai!)

One day I will dance like you
(With a hey-ho, hey-o ai)
One day I will dance like you
(With a hey-ho, hey-o ai!)
One day I will dance like you
And all the world will be dancing too
(With a hey-ho... hey-o ai!)

One day I will trudge like you
(With a hey-ho, hey-o ai)
One day I will trudge like you
(With a hey-ho, hey-o ai!)
One day I will trudge like you
Between the brown earth and sky so blue
(With a hey-ho... hey-o ai!)

One day I will limp like you
(With a hey-ho, hey-o ai)
One day I will limp like you
(With a hey-ho, hey-o ai!)
One day I will limp like you
Remembering when the world seemed new
(With a hey-ho... hey-o ai!)

One day I'll be dead and gone
(With a hey-ho, hey-o ai)
One day I'll be dead and gone
(With a hey-ho, hey-o ai!)
One day I'll be dead and gone
And another young babe will sing my song
(With a hey-ho... hey-o ai!)

Chords (for my reference really):

Spoiler

Capo on II

One day I'll be dead and gone
C                       D
(With a hey-ho, hey-o ai)
C                       Am     G
One day I'll be dead and gone
C                       Em
(With a hey-ho, hey-o ai!)
C                       Am     G
One day I'll be dead and gone
C                      Am
And another young babe will sing my song
Em                                         G
(With a hey-ho... hey-o ai!)
  C        Am           D       Em

Nb final Em -> an E in last verse
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