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    write a really WEIRD poem

    write a really weird, wired, wacky, absurd, abstract, abstruse, pointless, pointy-eared.. poem. sensuality and reference to your late Uncle Edward are forbidden
    oops, this was supposed to go in the poetry games section, but I clicked the wrong link. could you move it, mods? thanks


    here's mine




    !!!Attentione, attentione!!!
    madames et monsieurs,
    prepare for a breath-taking piece
    of intertextualism
    and have all your expectations upset,
    it takes a lot of breath, for sure
    it’s not what you think.
    Between the sheets
    .
    .
    .
    of a scarlet silk notebook,
    made in China,
    pink sunflowers facing orange pine-trees
    or pine orange-trees? from Japan
    there’s folded up a page,
    A4, white with black letters,
    common enough.
    A poem.

    A contract.
    You handed it out and I must have
    signed it. Or at least I underlined,
    sheepish signatory, the important parts,
    and jotted notes in the margin,
    one out of thirty
    not random
    meaning : contradictions
    stress is unlikely?
    stress it’s unlikely

    I stress that contradiction is likely
    structure is taken up again and again
    realized by clause
    to live


    Basically it said “Never”
    about the poet and the girl
    and love and all that,
    or maybe “Yes, but only if."
    And you know it’s unlikely.
    Only, the poet put it much better,
    otherwise he’d hardly be a painter,
    when Africa’s children battle the bulge,
    and the weeping willow dances at the skylark’s wedding,
    and angels grow chest hair in blue-wine crates
    and researchers know.

    It travelled around the world
    and peeked at the heart of England
    from the lining of a frayed old coat,
    silk, from China, like the notebook,
    taken up again
    not random

    where it hid with coins and a teabag
    for a year.
    Ready to pounce.
    The tea was still good afterwards.

    But if you’re so sure it’s “Never”,
    Why not write one yourself?
    I’ll cry your tears for you
    if you mind my own business
    and you’ll renounce me
    to keep me near.
    Last edited by SleepyWitch; 12-01-2007 at 03:14 AM.

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    of mine, " women typically sniff their husband's/bf's clothes
    but men don't normally sniff their wives'?"

    Which only goes to prove
    that having a really good female confidante
    is almost as good as sleeping with one.

    But please don't ask me the measure
    or weight of "almost"...

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    Exclamation

    Believe it or not, this rather pointless blow-off of steam was published in LA in a magazine called Up Dare? for disabled people.

    Another Day

    The sun comes up.
    The light through my window awakens me.
    It’s another day.
    Another day of fighting to stay sane.
    Another day of struggle to keep this daemon under some control.
    (For what daemon can torment like a diseased mind?)
    Another day of turmoil, trying to keep mind and body together.
    It’s almost a relief when night falls.
    Then it’s time for sleep—
    Sleep, the brother of Death—
    where at last my troubled mind and body can rest.
    Then the sun comes up—
    It’s another day...

    DL Harris
    © 11/24/97
    Last edited by Pendragon; 12-02-2007 at 11:57 AM.
    Some of us laugh
    Some of us cry
    Some of us smoke
    Some of us lie
    But it's all just the way
    that we cope with our lives...

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    heehee, Uncle Pen,
    well... I'm sure this poem was something the readers of that mag could relate to , but it's probably not your most original piece
    I wouldn't call it weird or abstract etc though

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    Quote Originally Posted by Pendragon View Post
    Believe it or not, this rather pointless blow-off of steam was published in LA in a magazine called Up Dare? for disabled people.

    Another Day

    The sun comes up.
    The light through my window awakens me.
    It’s another day.
    Another day of fighting to stay sane.
    Another day of struggle to keep this daemon under some control.
    (For what daemon can torment like a diseased mind?)
    Another day of turmoil, trying to keep mind and body together.
    It’s almost a relief when night falls.
    Then it’s time for sleep—
    Sleep, the brother of Death—
    where at last my troubled mind and body can rest.
    Then the sun comes up—
    It’s another day...

    DL Harris
    © 11/24/97
    I don't know about the rest of you but it's obvious to me that your pen ain't draggin'.

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    I wrote this for my english class, a few months ago: (I have some arabic references, I'll translate in the bottom)

    Decaffeinated Coffee

    she lies.


    Tomorrow I will tread along
    the cracks that form the horizon
    of yesterday. My every step sparks
    in ballistics gel—Ah! It's sign
    SQUARED ex, not negative co—
    La, Na'am, Laysa...Bala!*
    WHAT...now is, time
    which shouldn't be. We dwell,
    and I
    am the fiber of the leaf on the dried-out
    neem tree of what was, un—
    Real-ity is the clapper under the cobwebs
    tightly wound inside the body
    of the bell that when she strikes, roars!
    inside the parchment soul that's freed.
    She is the box that holds the cat who's
    dead or alive or dead and alive—well,
    you see that there is authentic thai furniture
    inside the 15 bdrm, 5.75 bath with, of course,
    a brand new jacuzzi! Let's go inside

    her heart, her mind, her yellow facade that
    melts on her forehead, not in her spine.


    and she lives.


    * La= no
    Na'am= yes
    Laysa= there does not; not existing; not to be
    Bala= yes (a reply to a question like "Did you not go to school?")

    Yeah, my whole class was cracking up when my teacher was reading it (no one knew who wrote it)...People guessed it was me after a while...

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    Quote Originally Posted by crazefest456 View Post
    I wrote this for my english class, a few months ago: (I have some arabic references, I'll translate in the bottom)

    Decaffeinated Coffee

    she lies.


    Tomorrow I will tread along
    the cracks that form the horizon
    of yesterday. My every step sparks
    in ballistics gel—Ah! It's sign
    SQUARED ex, not negative co—
    La, Na'am, Laysa...Bala!*
    WHAT...now is, time
    which shouldn't be. We dwell,
    and I
    am the fiber of the leaf on the dried-out
    neem tree of what was, un—
    Real-ity is the clapper under the cobwebs
    tightly wound inside the body
    of the bell that when she strikes, roars!
    inside the parchment soul that's freed.
    She is the box that holds the cat who's
    dead or alive or dead and alive—well,
    you see that there is authentic thai furniture
    inside the 15 bdrm, 5.75 bath with, of course,
    a brand new jacuzzi! Let's go inside

    her heart, her mind, her yellow facade that
    melts on her forehead, not in her spine.


    and she lives.


    * La= no
    Na'am= yes
    Laysa= there does not; not existing; not to be
    Bala= yes (a reply to a question like "Did you not go to school?")

    Yeah, my whole class was cracking up when my teacher was reading it (no one knew who wrote it)...People guessed it was me after a while...

    wow, craze, that's really weird! I like it

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    The Significance of Five Years

    This is just a weird one about ghostly places, I've been chatting with someone about ghosts and stuff. Marie Laveau is a favorite song by Bobby Bare as well. The wail from the song goes into the poem. BTW she doesn't haunt this particular cometary, she's in St. Louis Number 1, but it felt good to throw her into the whole mess. Have Fun I chose Cyprus Grove as the cemetery, because it's on every list of haunted New Orleans Cemeteries. Never near the top, it is still significant, and always in the top ten.

    The Significance of Five Years

    Full moon rises over the bayou,
    Mist hangs in the Spanish moss in the trees.
    Saw someone moving in the Cemetery at Cyprus Grove
    The hour is Midnight garden of good and evil.
    She wails away somewhere in the swamps
    Voodoo Queen, dead undying Marie Laveau …
    Gonna be some trouble come morning…

    My cloak always hides me in the darkness of the night,
    Seems some old boy acquired a hand of glory.
    I could tell him that in theses graves Tis best to leave the dead alone.
    But he has the spells and the wax and now the hand.
    He moves away towards his target, a mansion near the entrance to the Grove,
    Laveau screams in the dark somewhere behind him…

    Now he’s made his move inside the house and the Hand of Glory flames.
    As long as those fingers glow blue none in the house but he can move!
    What does he want from them? Their daughter. How pleasant! Lovers.
    They are outside now. He draws a water pistol filled with milk and removes the flames.
    In a second or two he has recovered the limp hand of the hanged man,
    Now something follows as he carries his girl away in the fog

    Said I not these graves in Cyprus Grove are best left undisturbed?
    It is Laveau again, but this time chanting, as if dancing in a spell.
    The Young Man lays his burden down to rest for a moment,
    And taking the hand out seeks to throw it as far a he can.
    The wind sighs down through the Cyprus tress stirring the beards of moss.

    A hand takes the young man by the throat.
    Eyes like flames inside of cannon barrels fixate themselves on his face.
    “I’ have back my hand, me. You take from Rene, eh? Rene take from you.
    “My han’ have five fingers, yes? You use no p’misson. I tink I take 5 years of your life.”
    The Horrible eyes turned and spotted me among the stones,
    “You tink Renee be fair, Reaper?” I silently raised my scythe in a sign of justice.

    Now you know why the haunted graveyards of New Orleans are so popular.
    The have a lookout to see things go on, but go on fair.
    The couple were married and are doing quite well.
    He worries about the little tattoo mark on his chest now and then
    And he still hear Marie Laveau cry in the misty nights.
    He shouldn’t worry that much. That mark just sped up his date with me.
    By exactly 5 years…

    Pendragon
    © 12/21/07
    Some of us laugh
    Some of us cry
    Some of us smoke
    Some of us lie
    But it's all just the way
    that we cope with our lives...

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    I hope this fits the theme of the thread:

    Nicotine drones
    bumble through a tracheatric tunnel;
    fertilizing oxy-domes.

    Tick-a Tick-a
    Tick-a Tick-a

    Hydrothermal ash, caldera mote,
    volcanic winter; unvise the hemorrhage,
    With a geyser-throat

    Tick-a Tick-a
    Tick-a Tick-a

    "Do you mind if I reel in this fish?" - Dale Harris

    "For sale: baby shoes, never worn." - Ernest Hemingway


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    Quote Originally Posted by NickAdams View Post
    I hope this fits the theme of the thread:

    Nicotine drones
    bumble through a tracheatric tunnel;
    fertilizing oxy-domes.

    Tick-a Tick-a
    Tick-a Tick-a

    Hydrothermal ash, caldera mote,
    volcanic winter; unvise the hemorrhage,
    With a geyser-throat

    Tick-a Tick-a
    Tick-a Tick-a
    yep, I guess it's kinda weird, Nick *understatement*

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    A lot of my recent contributions to the bad poem thread would probably fit here. Was thinking of starting a thread called 'Let your unconscious run rampant' or 'Write automatically' or 'Don't think, just babble', but I guess this will do the job.

    Padge bud beep boulder baddoo
    You are so scrappy mr hortensia that
    no matter where you lay your hat
    It will be melted when you get back
    do you not dream of some more avuncular
    spiritual adornment? where in the lands
    of butter, margarine or coca-cola
    can one find a gentle spot of shady repose?
    merely, says the gottama, cross-eyed,
    at the end of your smelly, but illusory nose.
    Last edited by blp; 01-24-2008 at 08:28 AM.

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    Quote Originally Posted by crazefest456 View Post
    I wrote this for my english class, a few months ago: (I have some arabic references, I'll translate in the bottom)

    Decaffeinated Coffee

    she lies.


    Tomorrow I will tread along
    the cracks that form the horizon
    of yesterday. My every step sparks
    in ballistics gel—Ah! It's sign
    SQUARED ex, not negative co—
    La, Na'am, Laysa...Bala!*
    WHAT...now is, time
    which shouldn't be. We dwell,
    and I
    am the fiber of the leaf on the dried-out
    neem tree of what was, un—
    Real-ity is the clapper under the cobwebs
    tightly wound inside the body
    of the bell that when she strikes, roars!
    inside the parchment soul that's freed.
    She is the box that holds the cat who's
    dead or alive or dead and alive—well,
    you see that there is authentic thai furniture
    inside the 15 bdrm, 5.75 bath with, of course,
    a brand new jacuzzi! Let's go inside

    her heart, her mind, her yellow facade that
    melts on her forehead, not in her spine.


    and she lives.


    * La= no
    Na'am= yes
    Laysa= there does not; not existing; not to be
    Bala= yes (a reply to a question like "Did you not go to school?")

    Yeah, my whole class was cracking up when my teacher was reading it (no one knew who wrote it)...People guessed it was me after a while...
    This is so good.

    And so is yours, sleepy, but I won't quote it all again.
    Last edited by blp; 01-24-2008 at 08:31 AM.

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    My late Uncle Edward
    was sick
    he ran febrile fingers over furry fabric
    for kicks.

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    Your spies have been tailing me
    across innumerable city squares
    finding shadows in open land
    to hide themselves
    and their black objectives

    your face itself keeps changing
    likewise your voice, sex, body, taste
    and wardrobe
    which runs by itself on a changing selection
    of trouser legs and stockings
    in a bleak terrain that savages your shoes

    We are already in Hell, which is why we can do so little
    for one another, why
    when we might be luxuriating in the soft gazes of
    a thousand newborn horses
    we find ourselves instead
    lost, wandering separately
    in the maze of hallways
    in whatever government building
    we use to observe one another's time
    wasting

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    Quote Originally Posted by blp View Post
    We are already in Hell, which is why we can do so little
    for one another, why
    when we might be luxuriating in the soft gazes of
    a thousand newborn horses
    hey this is really weird. I like these lines best I've got a thing for horses (not real ones, but those that got misused by philosophers to illustrate some point that has nothing to do with horses at all )

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