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    thanks, Veva.
    familiar, ff.

    Imagine if you
    were this new-born grass,
    when would you be the weakest?
    Right after a rain.

    I realize that this is NOT Disneyland
    and there is quite a bit more
    to this than providing a rush.
    "Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."

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    Pursued by a bear
    running in fear
    blood pumping fast
    panting for breath
    don't want to look back
    feel it comming down after me
    hot breath on my neck
    think I might wet myself
    or have a heart attack
    what can I do
    I find myself running in place
    as if suddenly trapped in glue
    but I need to escape
    jaws opened wide
    enough to swallow my head
    all in one bite
    when suddenly
    open my eyes
    wake up in a cold sweat
    find myself in bed
    twisted in my sheets
    "Tiger" I shout, and
    push the cat off my face.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe

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    I want to dip my big toe into this temptation pool
    So I can feel what pleasures the fool
    Not too much I say to my beating heart
    I deserve this, and gently pull apart
    A moist sweaty sock
    But then I find to my dismay
    Its too much for me to handle this way
    As I gaze at my toes
    Evenly lined in a row
    And realize it isn't to be
    I cannot have this indulgence in life
    Unless I'm prepared to dip in all five!

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    All things end, flicker out like a bulb
    breaking into sand,
    the earth salted with egg shells,
    plastic bags, an apocalypse
    opening from garbage cans,
    lidless, empty as the wind.
    and somehow a dog
    has taken itself & its tail considerably away
    into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
    behind: me, wag.
    - John Berryman

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    very nice, IP. You know, maybe we should have a thread entitled: Write a Random Poem, some of these don't strike me as weird, or angry or bad, just kind of random, and random in a way that doesn't beg to be critiqued in the main Poetry forum.
    "Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."

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    I agree. Good one, IP.

    Also

    Quote Originally Posted by blp View Post
    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.
    But to put the counterview, it's already difficult, at times, to know whether to go weird or bad.

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    You're changing your palliative memory
    with a coach bar for a tertiary match
    well then, I can see that, but just for the sake of discussion
    if thinking was working as you insist
    if you were labelled like the ham you portray
    in your sunlit morning hours, there
    by the fountain
    what then, oh petulant, unlucid cherry blossom,
    what use would your iambic incantation be
    against the paintings of a motorised detention centre
    upon the seesawing fortunes of a mortgage backed
    indemnity vehicle
    on a clear summer afternoon?

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    Foregoing then further with fallow failure
    followed us back along the grass verge
    unfeeling, fatigued, fetid, disconsolate, so
    I got up, walked out, took a walk, awoke
    watched a newsreel about Surinam, or
    somewhere similar, smelt a saltbush,
    slipped on something more comfortable,
    stretched and redrew, repapered, re-
    defined all my desert meanderings
    in the light of new knowledge
    about you, Hedwig, callous, fickle,
    unkind, unkempt, single bore Martian.

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    Thanks, both.

    I agree it's often very hard to tell. When I wrote mine I wasn't really in a very weird mood, but I think this thread works for random. Just keeping Weirdness in the back of my head while writing helps free me.

    (blp I think wears the weirdness crown)
    and somehow a dog
    has taken itself & its tail considerably away
    into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
    behind: me, wag.
    - John Berryman

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    Quote Originally Posted by Il Penseroso View Post
    (blp I think wears the weirdness crown)
    Shucks, I just say what I feel, y'know?

    I guess I win on quantity anyway.

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    tents, and we were fireflies
    in a cravaneted jars
    strung together and canned—
    but I hated sardines,
    too much salt, kills the snail—
    ears,
    epic nights,
    between the faces of light,
    neither black nor morning,
    imagining the sky was below us
    like grains of sand,
    our flashlights illuminating nothing

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    When it's really a matter of black frostbite
    Irreversible injuries, not just picturesque
    Poetic pain, the craziness comes
    Straight out of a MacDonald's Happy Meal Box
    Straight out of one's dogged intent to really
    Do something peculiar with time and space
    These phone calls full of gloomy regret,
    These forlorn lookings backwards you want to reverse,
    The thing about other people is
    they have to die too.
    In order to see through the glass less darkly,
    I think I should think more about dying.
    But what am I saying?
    I don't know; I wrote the last line first.
    As if it was in Sanskrit,
    The poem is happening backwards;
    I don't even know what I'm seeing
    Just now
    I hallucinated that the snowflakes
    were coming right through the window pane.

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    Very nice, blp.

    Coleslaw slacked across his jaw
    a geezer crumbled cream, razor-like
    in the sickening abscess of his maw.
    A plaid workmen's shirt carried
    the dressing spilled from fuzzy
    crinkles in his cheek, a robust
    Pollack-print performed by age.
    and somehow a dog
    has taken itself & its tail considerably away
    into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
    behind: me, wag.
    - John Berryman

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    A tangle massages the sound
    of a clear silhouette, storm
    beyond these clouds,
    tearing the sky into shards,
    as static clings to the drymachine spark,
    tufts carry a pain of springing
    and somehow a dog
    has taken itself & its tail considerably away
    into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
    behind: me, wag.
    - John Berryman

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    Quote Originally Posted by blp View Post
    When it's really a matter of black frostbite
    Irreversible injuries, not just picturesque
    Poetic pain, the craziness comes
    Straight out of a MacDonald's Happy Meal Box
    Straight out of one's dogged intent to really
    Do something peculiar with time and space
    These phone calls full of gloomy regret,
    These forlorn lookings backwards you want to reverse,
    The thing about other people is
    they have to die too.
    In order to see through the glass less darkly,
    I think I should think more about dying.
    But what am I saying?
    I don't know; I wrote the last line first.
    As if it was in Sanskrit,
    The poem is happening backwards;
    I don't even know what I'm seeing
    Just now
    I hallucinated that the snowflakes
    were coming right through the window pane.
    Dear gawd, this is a dandy. Think of the heads spinning at a smokey coffeehouse as you stand at the mike...

    I love it!


    Quote Originally Posted by Il Penseroso View Post
    A tangle massages the sound
    of a clear silhouette, storm
    beyond these clouds,
    tearing the sky into shards,
    as static clings to the drymachine spark,
    tufts carry a pain of springing
    Awesome 'weird' poem, IP; there's a lot of charge going on here -- you can feel the pulse of a dilly of a storm!
    Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
    ~Albert Einstein

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