write a really WEIRD poem

Aerie and fairie and fluffee and floss

The future in essence belongs to us.

We sift and discover it,

Part ways to deliver it,

And circumnavigate that which we have dislodged.

Ode to the resilient,

Ode to the wise,

We spend our life retaining

The rote they have dispensed,

And narry a regret have they despaired.

My horse for a future

I decry to the stars!

What is theirs is my right,

I’ll assert solemnly

To the knaves within the range that I’ll smite,

And I’ll pilfer the peasants

And sequester the virtuous

For want of an edict

That they would mine accost!

All for this a glorious captive audience

And the tribute shall follow.

The horseless troops back to the citadel,

Supported in the hearts

Of the prostrate multitude

Who partake of their rigorous rewards.

Alive boy overhead.

Hallo chaps. Keep your chins ups. Spake the lord. See the wheel. It’s a human show. It’s real.

Time tickler ribbon fancy motion sickness deride timetable figure fealty and fold a fatuous fatuity into feathers. Lick a pickle. Take a sandwich. Meet you half way. Scope for derailment. Scoop de poop. Prickle fickle pickle tickle. Salami.

Maybe it’s real or maybe it’s feel. Maybe it’s not a note but a gnat. I can’t tell too well just from the smell. I can’t smell too well anyway and it’s never too welly to smell it with hay.

Leaven it with bretheren said bed fed ked keep it for the veep seep under the toilet seat sweet skeet sheet heat beat. You go gone get gat got butt fut put tut stut cut shut hut whut brut. I’m liking de hiking. I’m miking the biking. It’s all to my liking and it’s totally frightening and whitening. Kind of told the hold fold gold. Kind of bedded the headed wedded, totally shedded, completely shredded. Knife the the heart, in part for a fart by a tart with a cart. Step to my loo, keep to the poo, seep through the shoe and defeel the flu. Cocaine. Cocaine in Spokane. Cocaine’s on the wane. I would fane take cocaine. in the rain.

Ambulatory.

Anger eating idiots

Manager going greedy guts finding nobody eating nothing saying stop
**** off figure active. Folks your folk wisdom fixture ****er fake fact finder
Feed me. Fed up. Chipmunk dungheap dotage doldrums demon detail dagwood *******.
Ship off for fancy world. Fealty failure. Ferocious Ed. Hi, Ed. Ed is saying, Hi.

Changeling mountebank depository trash heap happenstance globe bolus.
Feely wheely failure derailer. Drop worthy ants pants toblerone copper coping candy cobble.
Old Shep. His ship is shopped. Chip chop chip chop top cop pop stop hop whop.
I meant Mindy is money mongering for mainly misty musical material.
I made maybe by a matchstick for a happy chick with nautical aerials.
I did it. I only did it to annoy you. I got sick just to pick at sticks. I thick. I rick a nick.
Find feeling folding upper tupper cupper hupper bupper. Peepo keepo coppo hoppo
Harop belabop candicop randichop. Chimean anstance devolve rover ever dever.
Lever lover cover caver hover reverb ever never. Joinery of devoinery. Moanly goanly.
Glad rad dad bad sad fad.
Chamonix chimney chip shop chop suey sandwich bluey bloater.

Ugly bugs. Dumb dippy kids. Silly childs. Stupid burps. Flops. Losers. Angry pants.

I will ruin you. Motor ventricles. Candy pads. Dick stops. You over-eaters. You got a pog. You’re problematic.
You’re stupid.
I mean I on the other hand. I said it when I did it and I got it by a big bit. I’m like
Yes, fine, chinny up your ham sandwich chip shop chimney pot poltroon toblerone baggage
Completely. I mean it. If it this if this is if this is what you eat when you’re not looking at pictures.
If this is what you deliver when people aren’t eating. If, I say. I mean it. If I didn’t get a house boon.
If there wasn’t any candy left. If it was all only about you. Yes. Well, Cheap, I say. And I don’t buy it.

Conscience en panache

Two-faced and unabashed

The gall of a smug self-entourage

That pinches the witness

And his sense of fitness

And profits him in newfound “it”ness.


What can be more cunning

More indefensibly stunning

And as indefatigably funning

Than a quality control

Of a nattering session toll

Where the static atmosphere can loll


And accrue around each guest,

Put stale gossip to rest,

Prone for spice and vigour to ingest

And make a dialogue

That translates to demagogue

From an ephemeral bog.


The murky cool of pride

Overwhelms the risk inside

Before a chance has died

And been justly squared away

In return of the day,

In obtrusive array,


And remarks the pause

Of the commoners’ natural awes

As he wends through their laws

Enjoying his own company,

Ignoring the staunch litany

Of peripheral prices and their tyranny.

Nice one, that last one, alakungfu.

Thanks blp.

I know it should be our work
But English is not my original language
So I ll get a hammer, and a fork
Go sit in the garage
Grunt and utter like an Ork
And throw you this garbage.

But, to save my neck
I also throw you
This one which is a heck
And surely is not written by Larry, Curly and Moe:

Ladies and Gentlemen, Edgar Alan Poe.

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*Fill here with the best Poe you know.
(my original choice was Annabel Lee )
:D

Bat.
Two chickens are walking on a street
and a bat suddenly fell at their feet.

But.
They chuckle swingle rumble
Oh mighty Chi-cken they mumble

Bit.
Take care of your birds
a bit because we're not thirds

Bet.
Laid a wager on who would win
or regret our ethernal sin

Bot.
At night we'll be flying rats
just not to lose the mot.
:crash:

Once upon a cad

a miscreant called

a scoundrel’s bluff

hemming in the villain

in his own reprobate trail

making a rebel

of the malefactor

when the criminal turned and ran

leaving the offender

the suspected fugitive.

It was ugly when they
threw out the cutlery
after the burglary.

It's attractive to speculate. In one's mind's eye, one does it, with an elan that
oh, in practice, mon petit, it is not so easy, ones expectations, ones hopes...
One learns to negotiate as one gets older between this kind of pearly credulity
and the cool soldering of one's vision to a practically possible picture of
gravitationally conventional day-to-day hyperactive proactivity.
Well,
that's the way we do things in Chicago. But realities rub shoulders with one another
so intimately that they are like leaves, turn a page and you are somewhere else
with different laws, different parameters, different cultural values. Here, for
example, no one cares a whit for that Italian charlatan Michelangelo. I'm
sorry, I have forgotten your name. Are you sure you were invited? Will you
stay?

haggis? no, it's
popcorn popped in donkey bladders
strewn across wire fences
jaundice butter dripping

some equine mystery neatly wrapped
in a mammalian lie
all the hooves turned to glue
soon they will float, above the
moon

take the organs, the meat, the bones, the
marrow
and parry all the evil spirits as you
devour from the heated rock

Motorcycles and bicycles both point to hell.
Spin in a lazy circle then cry for Apollo's Chariot
to take you to heaven.
Rebuked once, twice, thrice?
And still you try to steal away on stolen wings?
You will not find a happy place.
No such haven exists for robbers;
and robbers of words no less.
Consider, then, thy existence...
terminated.

I usually write short stories and this is actually my first go-into-light poem written in agony: have fun, because I am not really having one now :thumbs_up (think it is the worst thing that ever came to my mind)

Through the cuts on your face
over the bruises on your chest
how far can I ever go?
For I never meant to hurt you this way...
I got what never could be mine

Through the cuts on your face,
over the bruises of my being,
had I even known the taste
had I ever made your blood go to waste
whether mistaken or not
I will give our love another shot

But for good or for bad
all I need is a cure
of what you so stupidly called
my heart-shaped freezer
nothing more than one stupid stitch
promise me never to see that b*tch

Mystical oblivion
Takes a turn
Blossoms through the mossy barkbed
Into a bed of ramshackle primroses
Charging the prim border
Of the sweet cherry tree

Long brace of scents
High brow glints
Tragic rinse