thanks kiz :) but does it also become clear that the reasons for not ringing have changed?Quote:
Originally Posted by kiz_paws
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thanks kiz :) but does it also become clear that the reasons for not ringing have changed?Quote:
Originally Posted by kiz_paws
Kiz, thanks so much for reading these. I sincerely hope that one day I will come to this thread a see that you have posted a wierd poem of your own, come on, pleeeeaaaaassssee? give it a whirl? :)Quote:
Originally Posted by kiz_paws
Well I took it that the person in the poem has discovered a cheater after all, so I would say that the reasons for not ringing changed at the end. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by SleepyWitch
I absolutely LOVE reading what everyone posts, and they say that if one reads good stuff, there is a better chance of one writing good stuff. I don't feel that I'm there yet ... :blush:Quote:
Originally Posted by Riesa
I have a few things that I struggle with in writing poetry, and I am foolishly shy about it, je suppose. When I read my 'stuff', I think of Hallmark Cards for gawsh sakes... :blush:
Oh well, there is still the Haiku threads... :D
Thanks, Riesa, for your encouragement, and you keep up the awesome work. :thumbs_up
Liberal Appeal
Pulsating through the bodies
of the has-beens and the hotties,
a new inarguable creed.
The by-product of greed,
the great and gruesome classes,
who can't clean up their gasses,
look on in massive scorn.
The ripple sect suborn
unwritten rule supporting
lewd celebrities cavorting
in blatant flattery
of a greasy battery
of presumptive fiscal soldiers,
propping the ratings games of Folgers.
and their modesty-snubbing siblings
fishing through the purse strings
of the teetotalling, unaddicted,
disaffected, undepicted,
disenfranchised, underrated,
unqualified and separated,
afflicted souls of the free base
of the selected core of constitutional case
the lucky, the proud, the old and the young
the root of the matter, the restive unsung.
Bullykins, madder, dely, mould, trough, swede of the folio, mathching socks decision time,
It's not a little detiny for gulping and clipping weeks of revenge fantasy and lying authoritarians.
But, y'know, sometimes Wellwyn vacuole or repeat meeting molting coat of marketry pointing
Will then eventually if tenuously leading no more from fast and round appreciate or coo
Calculated alike not for repeating or Mary who went there alone and not without her tutu
said Hi and loved the wind the rushing reeds and marsh flowers humming with buzzing
life of all kinds the rinklets of speciating look now coloured prettily likening to living on chuckles
keeping their ideas there and liking all the opposing factors and the wildness of loading cots
or cutting cheese in spite of the pollen, your hayfever, the domestic violence, the tornness
of your jeans. Oh well. At least [counts off only the beginning of long list of quotidian blessings]
And it's precisely to stop the stepping pedaco of chattles snood elegant mild row house
of powder blue, lemon yellow shutters, wide, uterine sky, cells wheeling, specks of what
what
lode smith
To each his own,
Light yield,
Thrown scantily
Fur afield,
Narry so frigid,
Robust as gaunt,
The bust in theatre.
Drum, atnosphere's haunt!
The flame does stay,
The tear dries at the root,
The fire arrays
A primal likeness of soot.
The ideals fail,
The fever fades.
The station shifts -
The palazzo shades.
And the molten mass,
A puzzled deck of glass
Gleams in glossy strand
From some neighbouring land.
Code:This was the decree:
no clichés
and of the words gather them
two <x> two into the synta
declamation forty <x> forty twelve <x> twelve
the drowning of the symbol<s>
they accrued in the banter from currents
<x> marked the spot synta rested there
they departed two <x> two
from the banter into the impeccable field
count them the sounds of the consummate
in absentia:
no wing song
phases of reflection silenced
censored the changing of the territories
soundless the torrents of atmosphere will fall
(mark them all <n> <v> <a> <p>)
sanguineness extinguished
no clichés
a man is speaking in his head
as if to write
the season of turning
through the window
outside in the branches sawing of the year
of her eyes he writes
of her
tucked bare legs on couches
in him his chest like before a rain a front
(passing through)
how she reaches on toes for kissing calves flexing
her finger now polish (Sanguineness Gloss)
in a coffee cup handle
glass in between them (glass) and the sawing the breaking free of
branches
she list–ens leg out under the table toes how she does this
he stutters remembering vaguely the lost words for these things
This is so good, I almost don't mind that the reasoning is so precisely opposed to my view.
Rent Mosaic
Erroneous glitch,
felonious switch
stitched along
summa resinous pitch;
it breaches the mind -
trestles that bind -
finds the esoteric in signed
collected clocks that rewind.
A fault lies within
the most precious violin,
invading as a pretense,
a modelled figured sequin.
But the tone is the richer
for the internecine flaw hitcher
which her timbre vibrates nicely
and her solos so lovely feature.
Expeditious Vaunt
Cancelled sequence
In incontrovertible aspect,
Respective tense
Of philosophical dialect,
Having brought back from yore
The humanistic dialogue,
Language of more
Of sensationalized pedagogue.
How then to retain
The fruitful encounter
Of sound and the sane
In a determinate, yonder
And herein, a state
Of quasilude enhances
A dimensional date
For delayed second chances,
When true fate shuffles out
On a risque beat,
Ushering in little doubt
Of encroaching feat.
An edible clairvoyance disintegrates
as absence flutters like a silken heart
over our skin, an anchored doctor
schooled in loops, trireme tangles and the stone-
combusted net of disorder, flowers
nestled in the final lap of lost seeds.
Narrow, straight
left, right
curved, unbalanced
inverted, untouched
discover, reveal
is it enough
or is it too much.
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r3J01C3 y3 n3rd2!
4Nd 48h0r 73H H3Rd2
7H023 DUm8 4Nd D3N23
@ 7H31R 0WN 3Xp3N23.
R3j01C3 y3 n3rD2!
4ND d37357 73H h3Rd2
7h023 m1ndL355 c0w2
W17 7h31R wh02, wH472, 4nd H0W2.
R3j01C3!
:alien:
Pallgrave reverberates matchlessly, fawning over an inviolable mink.
End this now, Atom Man, he cries out, gathering his powers about him like a
power glove.
At once, Harem Man and his conclave of super-powered concubines
sally forth from the bathhouse, hurling blasts of enzyme nutrient vapour
in concentrated form.
End? says Atom Man, unruffled, brushing the dust of a decimated city from his cruel lapel,
these trifles are a mere diversion. Look here, beyond this Mayan veil, observe the nucleotide, the contradictions of the quanta, here, in the always divergent centre,
is the joke you do not seek. But it seeks
you.
Primate, my pet
given PG Tips and biscuits
a fine-toothed coat, suited ape
smile pretty for the camera!
Chimp, some jungle! Urban
man chump, fumbling
for cashbox keys bundled
on borderless journeys, chloroformed shrieks
pricetagged and painless.
Play, Bananaboy, play!
No, not on the
just polished coffee-table, Chimpsky!
Follow Simeon's house rules,
no climbing on the curtains,
don't play with the phone
or we'll send the cleaners clockwork like
to take you out tendered, treedweller!
This is choice! Choice I say. 4817 3NcR1P72huN. Maybe more.Quote:
Originally Posted by Dori