write a really WEIRD poem

And it does hang together, in a code sort of way. Love funny-mentalist!

You have to show me how you were able to employ other than left justification.

what you meant by because

those sharp sounds,
skin on skin grinding,
your blues.

say you’ve changed

shall I remember
I was safe

pause time
for a small lie,

tell me I played
in the sand
my new life
and salty air,

why foam
rung the castle
before the water
rolling in
from further out,
wave after wave

after wave.

skin on skin silent,
sliding snake
strikes
snapping branches
fallen debris
along the trails of us
we made

them,

are making them
in these years
where vanishing begins —

irregular it was,
where to go,
selfish mapping
seemed to say
you had changed
your ways
he found unknowable,

lying now

under a tarnishing stone,

you,
not even a pebble
in his bed of cold comfort.

What are you giving me
that seems like love
and tears,
that I give back

because

there is nothing else
that lives here in red

or blue

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Originally Posted by firefangled

And it does hang together, in a code sort of way. Love funny-mentalist!

You have to show me how you were able to employ other than left justification.

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Thanks.

'code' is the key: code tags specifically, as follows, but without the spaces: [code ] [/ code]. So that's the explanation for why the word's at the top of all this, not that it's part of the poem, but it's not the first time it's been read that way.

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Thanks, blp, for a tip on that.
Great poem, firefangled. :)
I love this bit:

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skin on skin silent,
sliding snake
strikes
snapping branches
fallen debris
along the trails of us
we made

them,

are making them
in these years
where vanishing begins —

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I just love

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along the trails of us/we made

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jekan, that's just wasting space. I don't see any creativity in it. Try to do something interesting and original next time, anyone could do what you've done. This doesn't require any thought really.

(I express concern for the state of mind of a Mr. S---, who this morning gave me the following lines.)


In the news yesterday
they said that
the shooting of officials from the Chinese Sanlu group
will melt the east polar ice shelf.
'Shoot another, no problem!'
A Beijing
taxi driver, said.

Meanwhile torture was banned
in the US
not excluding places
hired for short-term use
which also cause the water level to rise
and affect tourism in Venice.

The moon needs more water.

We can just hop over
and fill up its rivers
after we have made
enough profit from war
and jelly babies
and reruns of reality shows
and attended the funeral
of Ricardo Montalban.

I think you summed up what the state of network news is doing to us.

Bill Moyers couldn't have said it better.

I started to write if he were a poet, but realized he is.

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Originally Posted by Riesa

Oven set at 550

He had the worse sense of timing.
called drunk when I was nearing
the crisp edge of Fish Spencer
Me, without my eight for two days
thanks to full-moon cats, ill-timed dr. peppers
and the iron bed across the house
which shrieks at 3 A.M. with
childish dreaming.

I only want to tell you how I feel
You won’t dissuade me from my thoughts
with chummy visions of a brighter world;
I’m unwilling to be converted
to gods that you yourself will not believe in.
I’m ugly, torn and wrong about it all,
I believed the sun was hot,
I‘ve seen it through my window,
highlighting my dust.

Yes! I said, fully convinced he was on to something.
I couldn’t help reminding him that misery is a slice of life,
Better than feeling nothing.

I’ve been called a b..ch so rarely

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Thank you so much Riesa! There is nothing like a good wallow in negativity to make one feel better. It's so refreshing.

Wow 550! That's heavy duty crispy cooking.

This is becoming my favorite thread.

Yeah, that's really great, Riesa. I hadn't noticed it before, so thanks for pulling it back up, firefangled.

EDIT
No wait, I had noticed it before and even commented. Idiot. Something in this poem seems to bring out the fog-brained dimwit in me. 'knock-poem'. And now this.

Crinkled as a frozen smile in abstract space
his forehead loomed, a thicket of frostbitten snaps
storming the shell of an afterthought.

Boyish plump cardigans showcased a career
midstride, jasmine turtles causing inventories
of available sound, repercussions lounging
over the sea.

Findings conditioned to the sound of waves
against a neon deck, partitioned coasts
and exagerated conundrums of how it all felt
up there on the moor, suspense eagerly
within grasp, suddenly disfigured.



eh, probably just wasting space

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Originally Posted by Il Penseroso

eh, probably just wasting space

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No such thing in this neighbourhood.

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Originally Posted by Il Penseroso

Crinkled as a frozen smile in abstract space
his forehead loomed, a thicket of frostbitten snaps
storming the shell of an afterthought.

Boyish plump cardigans showcased a career
midstride, jasmine turtles causing inventories
of available sound, repercussions lounging
over the sea.

Findings conditioned to the sound of waves
against a neon deck, partitioned coasts
and exagerated conundrums of how it all felt
up there on the moor, suspense eagerly
within grasp, suddenly disfigured.



eh, probably just wasting space

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No, No, I LOVED this! :thumbs_up :nod:
The first stanza made me smile HUGELY, which is exactly what I needed this afternoon. Thank you ever so much, my friend!
[**walks away whistling**]

why
rainbows
bow

heavy
in
locale

rain
colors
pierce

dismal
clouds
redeemed

how
brightness
hides

purple
black
orange

green
yellow
blue

lambent
edge
beyond

we
crimson
are

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Originally Posted by kiz_paws

No, No, I LOVED this! :thumbs_up :nod:
The first stanza made me smile HUGELY, which is exactly what I needed this afternoon. Thank you ever so much, my friend!
[**walks away whistling**]

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Thanks kiz. And that's exactly how I felt walking to work yesterday when that first line came to me. I was in such a jolly mood (through the cold) I was damn near skipping.

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Originally Posted by Il Penseroso

Thanks kiz. And that's exactly how I felt walking to work yesterday when that first line came to me. I was in such a jolly mood (through the cold) I was damn near skipping.

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Well there you go. May you have many more 'weird' thoughts, lol! ;)

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why
rainbows
bow

heavy
in
locale

rain
colors
pierce

dismal
clouds
redeemed

how
brightness
hides

purple
black
orange

green
yellow
blue

lambent
edge
beyond

we
crimson
are

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And I loved the simplicity of this poem, fire. 'Weird' poems are becoming more and more my cup of tea, lol. But seriously, these are awesome, people. :nod:

Oftenner you gave of your matronly disquisitions withal a catafalque or a chaise delineated thereupon
to repose
charming lady you with your tutelary airs and salivatory habillements I have come hereto to
detail a detail of these
your visions

soap lard cooking grease I do not want
I am not
cannot
do not know to say to be or do
this here this tone or tongue I can
not tell it for a wink or
burp

So
dreaming there on a fragrant lawn

blah blah blah blah

walked up the steps
two at a time
talking too fast
covered in grime
head first into the scullery
and began therewith
by means of a chicken baster and a mop
to perpetrate acts of the grossest obscenity
and I don’t mind telling you

it was wonderful

largesse too great for this tipple of mine so saying
going fast backwards with extraordinary dexterity
(he’s on something, whispered the lardeboucher tuttingly)
and thereby approaching and cutting in simultaneously
based an entire novel on the incident, devastating insight
you could not make it up, he said, so I nicked it.

:lol: :lol:

blp, you are the master of wierd!

Someone's in the Kitchen with Dinah (for lack of a better title) cracked me up!

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Originally Posted by firefangled

:lol: :lol:

blp, you are the master of wierd!

Someone's in the Kitchen with Dinah (for lack of a better title) cracked me up!

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Thank you, thank you. Too kind, but thank you. :D
That title'll do for me.

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Originally Posted by blp

Oftenner you gave of your matronly disquisitions withal a catafalque or a chaise delineated thereupon
to repose
charming lady you with your tutelary airs and salivatory habillements I have come hereto to
detail a detail of these
your visions

soap lard cooking grease I do not want
I am not
cannot
do not know to say to be or do
this here this tone or tongue I can
not tell it for a wink or
burp

So
dreaming there on a fragrant lawn

blah blah blah blah

walked up the steps
two at a time
talking too fast
covered in grime
head first into the scullery
and began therewith
by means of a chicken baster and a mop
to perpetrate acts of the grossest obscenity
and I don’t mind telling you

it was wonderful

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Oh the visions! Love this weird wonder. :D
"blah blah blah blah" was particularly insightful, LOVED it! :p

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Originally Posted by kiz_paws

Oh the visions! Love this weird wonder. :D
"blah blah blah blah" was particularly insightful, LOVED it! :p

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*laughing* Thank you, kiz.

stranded,
stranded on the toilet bowl.
what do you do when you're stranded
with nothing on the roll?

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Originally Posted by firefangled

Hawthorn — I take my brother back to his building.
It’s all beige stone and steel,
a small garden, maybe from saved seeds,
cucumber and watermelon,
the green vine outside the entry door,
planted, the way a thief hides a jewel,
but the sun finds it and sends a small light
into the room, like a distant star, as if to say,
grow so death can find you, or be lost before you begin.

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firefangled ~ another example of you writing the poem that I needed to read just at this time. It's like if I were devout and flipped open a prayer book to just the right verse.

thanks, ff. and blp. for the praise re 550 poem, a poem about my brother. 550 is super hot temp for cooking, but makes the crispiest coated succulent fish in all of six minutes. mmmm. dinner tonight, I think.

Billy? but I hate Billy!
Singing slow songs in my dreams;
Wakes me up!
Why would billy-billy-billy
Be writing nonsense in my head?

Acoustical rockabye
doowah doowahs
Limited lyrical lulla-bees
buzzho, buzzho.
Hornical Monotonounaus Automatonas
Spotted with large-rimmed binocularons
Calling no sleep, beep beep.
No sleep, beep beep, nosleepbeepbeep
nosleepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep

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Originally Posted by Riesa

firefangled ~ another example of you writing the poem that I needed to read just at this time. It's like if I were devout and flipped open a prayer book to just the right verse.

thanks, ff. and blp. for the praise re 550 poem, a poem about my brother. 550 is super hot temp for cooking, but makes the crispiest coated succulent fish in all of six minutes. mmmm. dinner tonight, I think.

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You don't have to be devout for my prayer book, Riesa, but I sure appreciate you coming to church. :D

I'm going to try that on the Red Snapper in my frig tonight.

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Originally Posted by Riesa

Billy? but I hate Billy!
Singing slow songs in my dreams;
Wakes me up!
Why would billy-billy-billy
Be writing nonsense in my head?

Acoustical rockabye
doowah doowahs
Limited lyrical lulla-bees
buzzho, buzzho.
Hornical Monotonounaus Automatonas
Spotted with large-rimmed binocularons
Calling no sleep, beep beep.
No sleep, beep beep, nosleepbeepbeep
nosleepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep

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Love your taxonomy. I believe that one appears in the anniversary edition of Petersen's Field Guide.

No matter what I try, I can't get that little bird to sing me awake with a sweet song.

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Originally Posted by firefangled

You don't have to be devout for my prayer book, Riesa, but I sure appreciate you coming to church. :D

I'm going to try that on the Red Snapper in my frig tonight.

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Just don't expect any alms. I already gave. ;)

..they are native to the Texas Hill Country, but ornithologists have recently located a cousin living in Burma. They are seen skirting the edges of lakes under waxing crescent moons, their song is only considered sweet on the first day of summer vacation, when it at last quiets to an inaudible sigh.

this is what I do:

soak filets in warm milk with a pinch of salt for 10-20 mins,
press in bread crumbs

place on ungreased baking sheet,
drizzle with olive oil,

bake at 550 for 6 ish minutes....depends on the thickness of your filets.


I realize this is not a recipe thread,
just read it as a wierd poem please.

Riesa I really love your poem, I think it is great.. :thumbs_up

Allwine curator of Caroline ventricles peachy keen said sollemnly
Hi there, kids, come get your knees scraped,
meet me in St. Louis
It's the latest place
for staying ape-shaped
and breaking eight rates
for currying state gates
pass it on
buy British
be bold
you know
I got
soul.

people
wait
in your head,

aspirin
on the radio
is there,
you too,
a poem,

almost —

ringing phone

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

I agree. Good one, IP.

Also

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Originally Posted by blp

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.

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But to put the counterview, it's already difficult, at times, to know whether to go weird or bad.

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?

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.

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)

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Originally Posted by Il Penseroso

(blp I think wears the weirdness crown)

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Shucks, I just say what I feel, y'know?

I guess I win on quantity anyway.