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    Oaf tofe cop glob betterment defense engine
    satisfy hopgood
    it is defy
    or wettermet
    fence guest
    groomed for globulous an d so
    in this house
    wherefore 'tis desireth sothigoth
    metiate mine manse sirrah
    salve me
    und Unterglaubengerrichtenspiese
    Caress me
    For I am bum.

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    Paranoia

    Am I left with a lot of fortune
    By some rich aunt I have never known?
    Has he been dared to get me to say I love him
    By his evil friends?
    Did my sister ever dump him
    Or did my brother ever had
    Anything to do with his sister?
    Did I ever hurt him so
    That he wants to take tevenge?

    His eyes that follow me
    Everywhere I go
    Why this they do?
    Why does he say he loves me?
    Why does he never leave me
    When I tell him to?

    How I hate him so
    When he is right there beside me
    Trying to listen to my thoughts?
    Through this curtain which no one
    Has ever dared to cross
    Yet he has
    And
    For a reason
    Behind me!
    There he is!
    Now isn't that weird despite the fact when I started writing it I didn't mean to write a strange poem such as this one?
    I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.

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    in the heat

    the blood drips down
    and forms a shadow
    of what once was
    as the geizer blows
    and creates a rain
    that drips down
    and creates a puddle
    of what will be
    and the river of snow
    flows through the puddle
    freezing the mix
    into ice
    and the sun beats down
    creating a shadow
    that burns through the ice
    and boils the liquid
    to nothing

    - - -

    weird enough for this thread?
    Golden sun, Golden rays, Deceiving smile, Numbered days

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    Cool

    telephones, smell it,
    chocolate covered waffle cones,
    musing muffled microphones,
    muffle the sounds

    strong bonds create,
    after summers and winters pass,
    ripe dates, capitulate,
    warm midnight snacks

    reading a book, look,
    catching rays of dark,
    not light,
    on a hammock is where the pigeons fight,
    right, left, is where the book is spread,
    up, down, is where the book is fed,
    everywhere, is where the books are read
    look out, save the book, it's dead

    are these books?
    do they paint them red?
    do read books,
    it's not a fact,
    stories never seen by children,
    anymore,
    it's in my head
    Jazz is not dead, it just smells funny.
    -Frank Zappa

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    In neptuneís kingdom under the sea
    Napoleon and Arab discus long division
    Of the multiples of ten
    Where the whales swim in brine
    Up above the ocean floor
    As the slit eyed angels converse
    About children and their purse
    And the evil of longing for a cure
    While temptation awaits the evil soul
    Who died for goodness at his door
    Tombs of marble encase the mind
    Where the nazis sing in rhyme
    As Cinderella sweeps the floor
    To the beat of Casanovaís drum
    From the shadows of the mind
    Where the black riders steal time
    And in the blood information
    Flows down the drain
    And the tempest roars the unholy name
    As socialism weeps in the mansions of gold
    I see you with a dollar and a cross
    Burning bridges from distant shores
    Where the rich are as vacant as a stonerís eyes
    When hope has all but died
    Hear the voices of lost seamen
    Drowning in prison of membrane
    Where the beauty queen mocks the feeble attempt
    Of the pre pubescent pensioner
    With a pocket full of rice
    Magic beans and farmers
    Grow in this barren land
    Where the wells have sprung a weak
    And wet the childís mind
    And monkeys imported dance for fun
    To the napalm rhythm of the sum
    Of all the parts that make up the world
    After is was destroyed to bring purity to us all
    So join in the laughter of the fishermen
    Still hoping for mermaids and chocolate friends
    But in the still of the night
    Moan in remorse
    For the darkest hours
    Are still yet to come

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    Quote Originally Posted by Chesterfield View Post
    telephones, smell it,
    chocolate covered waffle cones,
    musing muffled microphones,
    muffle the sounds

    strong bonds create,
    after summers and winters pass,
    ripe dates, capitulate,
    warm midnight snacks

    reading a book, look,
    catching rays of dark,
    not light,
    on a hammock is where the pigeons fight,
    right, left, is where the book is spread,
    up, down, is where the book is fed,
    everywhere, is where the books are read
    look out, save the book, it's dead

    are these books?
    do they paint them red?
    do read books,
    it's not a fact,
    stories never seen by children,
    anymore,
    it's in my head

    Particularly fine. I'd suggest one change: full stop (period) after 'book', then line break and a line to itself for 'It's dead'.

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    Walled by your onion you will
    be the prism of lusty fascinations
    for stew, chowder, bolognese
    primped with a powder
    of noteworthy critical opinion
    and nailed to a board
    face down
    dumped into a barrel of crabs
    and taken to Moscow for a party.
    So
    therefore
    given that your thesis is
    still under consideration
    by the elders of Freiburg
    and you have been living among ice lollies
    without reading a single word of what is printed on
    the sticks
    It behooves us to calmly ask
    that you prepare the wood shavings without complaint
    and hitchkike the rest of the way
    to your own armpit.
    Last edited by blp; 05-23-2008 at 08:03 AM.

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    I always though...
    i always said..
    i know where to find love..
    I always though..
    I always said..
    I'll ready strong enough...

    but some times
    I though
    I felt like i could give up
    but you came and changed my whole world
    I never felt like this before...

    This feeling inside me
    Is something i never experienced before
    I don't want to let go of this feeling
    It feels like it always been apart of me..

    In my heart
    In my head
    It's so clear know
    I'm some were i never been before
    know i see what love actually really means...

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    It's in the smoke
    the head
    it cups your hale
    and keeps it
    Sinly in the cinders

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    From the start of cause
    effect wriggles thought through haze
    meandering a maze, a dumb concussion
    unfelt and mismade.
    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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    Sticked off with a twisted custard balloon
    Mordechai devoured his silicon chip
    in a fit of coronary vacillation
    and
    putting his left foot in and his right foot out
    stamped on a baby ladybird
    chewed out an oleaginous bus conductor
    and defected to Luxor
    there to stare sphinx-like
    over the sands.

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    Well beyond the shadows,
    Roams your spirit
    It is lurking around,
    Looks desperate enough,
    For something unknown
    But you are still stunned,
    And you still believe,
    That never in this world,
    You had left your GRAVE!
    Leaping and hopping like a frog now, but still have a long way to go before I get crowned as "King Frog"!

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    Little fur coats, mink collars
    and lime green Jell-O
    slimy mudwashed earthworms scream
    to holes in the ceiling
    "real
    loneliness
    is not
    necessarily
    limited to
    when
    you are
    alone
    "
    -C. Bukowski

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    Soap, with its distinctive sap
    is suppurating on the
    drip drip of
    the tap
    Pit pat
    parenthetical to pop
    parent party
    please to lap
    lip up, patty
    pore perhaps.

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    Yes she died 
        she died 
    yes she died 
    
    Who am I that she died 
    who am I 
    
    When she died
    who am I
    yes she died

    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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