Generation Y's Interpretation Of Some Old Proverbs

Plenty of fish in the... dating sites.
If a tree falls in the woods and nobody is around... is there anybody who cares?
Keep your friends close and your enemies... on Facebook.
If at first you don't succeed... then skydiving isn't for you.
Where there's smoke there's... global warming.
Speech is silver, but silence... catches no flies.
Beauty is in the eye of the... beer holder.
Punctuality is the politeness of... World Of Warcraft kings.
Two's company, three's... the musketeers.
A friend in need is... probably out of texting credit.
A penny saved is... not much.
Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish... and he steals your catch.
Laugh, and the world laughs with you. Cry... and you should blow your nose.
When there's a light at the end of the tunnel... get out of the way.

Ahh Hail

Was wondering why.

Trees were dancing vehemently.

Like a crazy head-banger in a mosh pit.

Then I heard a

t-a-p-p-i-n-g

noise on windows.

Ahh hail . . .

I s y t d

p o h e

w a u e t

i r a

l e i

l l

Words Escape Me

The clear, peaceful air, gently wraps clouds around

the snow peaked mountain like a silk scarf.

Gleaming sunlight seeps through thin vapour:

Melting the frozen thoughts of my mind

into streams . . .

This

t

r

i

c

k

l

i

n

g . . .

water is you,

this waterfall, torrent

joins the sea...

Words escape me.

Brisbane Flooding

Not

raining,flood

ing! Nor waving,

drowning! Waters flow

past the moist wooden houses. They

flow and flow without remorse cold and

indifferent, joining back to sea. Across

parks, thr ough roads,brimming the

Bris bane River. How rain do

es not know the feeling of

being drenched. Just as you siege my house like an unforgiving lover. Each pitter of rain, an arrow in my heart. And you, O mother of nature, don’t care. Like an overcast day, dark and raging. How you drown out the ice-cream van’s siren, The lullaby of joy once felt in a sunny day. But I will play a piano-lake-song, To fit the flooding perfectly.

(Arghh! Blogspot you annoy me! That you would inconsiderably not register spaces when i'm posting my Shape Poems!)

Message Sent To Friends That I Wish To Keep.

After careful consideration

of your performance

as a friend

in 2010,

I have decided to extend

your contract

for another year.

Try not to

fuck it up.

[please note: this was a generic message sent through online discussion boards and is a notorious quote regarded in the general public, it just so happened to have an abundant poetical base]

Beach colours

Stale light green.

Champagne white.

Translucent purple.

Isolated patch of rain.

Flat water plain

Iridescent blue.

Yet still I thought of you.

Indifference

These moonlit seas

glint in vain.

In my stubborn sight.

For I am oblivious.

Of the strain of feeling.

With thoughts deep-rooted

in my heart.

Like dark mangroves

subduing moonlight.

Branches

inundated at high tide

gasping

a low and ceaseless sigh.

This full moon

is a white ghost

and terribly upset.

Dragging the sea after it

like dark crime

to the sharp edges of night.

All melody of this nocturne sea

is not for me.

These crashing waters compose

the piano monotone.

Fading

to deaf ears.

Somewhere two lovers walking up

the long beach,

together

may justify the moon.

But as for me

like dark mangroves.

I do not hear

these crashing waters.

And I am blind

to the glinting

of these moonlit seas.

Facebook No More

Gazing at the Facebook blue.

Time and time again; through and through.

Like searching an empty fridge.

With no contents, continually abridge.

Fumed, spiritous mists inhabit this place.

Yesterday's pizza, a status update.

An absence of milk shall procure

the obscure event invitation to join the human race.

While Facebook is no door

of social development.

It is a face in its own right:

Blue as a lap dancer and gaudily hazed.

You walk out of the stripper joint dazed.

It is a book in its own right:

Dragging you back after it like a dark crime.

Shoot the sheriff and the deputy will chase you double time.

Facebook is no door.

Facebook no more.

I stare at the sea of trepidation, in a ship of imagination.

Facebook is no door; Facebook no more.

Examine the fridge's inhabitation, cold, empty fixation.

Facebook is no door; Facebook no more.

2 O'Clock In The Morning.

At 2 o clock in the morning

there is a deeper silence than silence

I listen to the black.

Far away a dog barks.

A tree rustles quietly.

No birds.

The piano music I am listening to is soothing.

Not nearly as calm as the night.

So I turn it off and listen to the stillness.

Of streets and buildings asleep.

What a view to behold:

the city underneath

the grey overcast skies.

Unfathomable and quiet.

Asleep, but awakening

like my love for you.

Jungle Rain

Your love,
like dark clouds.
Pungently moist,
contemplating feeding the
jungle of my heart.

Keep raining, keep raining, I say
so you can become
mindlessly occupied,
like some wandering monkey,
hopping from tree to tree.

Keep raining, keep raining, I say
become lost in the entanglement
of vines,
for you
will never hear the sound
of threatening lumber jacks.

Rain, rain,
clouds more vast.
Rain, rain,
luscious green waves.
Rain, rain,
lost, entangled heart.