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Organ Loft
Organ loft full of pipes
channelling
the motorways of mice:
full of wind
flutes the size of knights
joust with infinitely complex
feasts of sound, unruly hymns,
brothers to the wedlocked bins
where pigeons piss and crap
their guano commentaries.
Spiders twist the ragged
howls of hurricanes unbound
and lost in SETI culture shock
they just turn up their legs
and drop.
Wonderful Hawk,
My only criticism
is that perhaps
it is a tad too,
how shall I put
this delicately,
good!(do not take
offense)...peace...
Fortnight in Soviet Union
Hours sat in dimly lit bar.
Sampling various potions
Made in the USSR.
Fortnight in Soviet Union
Roll on the day when I learn.
Ordered a Molotov Cocktail.
Now, I've got shocking Heartburn.
O TANNENBAUM
Fairy on thy evergreen
Placed on high so thou'll be seen!
Symbol of a peace so fine
Perched upon they lofty pine.
Eleven months for thee we've longed
Thy golden wings, thy silver wand.
At last arrives December's fate
And yet I sense that thou could'st wait.
It can't be pleasant, ergo sum,
With half a fir tree up yer bum!
Oh, hack, I do hope you're joking :DQuote:
Originally Posted by hack
All the right boxes have been ticked.
Sorry, Hawk, you've just been nicked!
Curses, foiled again.
What can I say?
when all I think about
is drooling all over you,
putting you to my lips
and then chomping you down,
you beautiful chocolate bar
known as Galaxy! ;)
Not your thoughts, but your dear Pa's
Just as well he likes his Mars.
I thought of one that rhymes with Snickers
But I am a coward!
Haha Nice Daf!
Areo is also a sexy peice,
so is Lion bar and the Milkyway,
but Bounty makes me Blah!
I'd choose flake
you just can't beat it
watching
nubile ladies eat it
Ah,
a flake is weak
compared to the beauty
of homer simpson ;)
A man walked to the place where he was born,
and crawled back in. His mother died.
The photo on my card
is crap,
for the text didn't sense make.
I made this one up on the spot really I don't think poetry is my calling i'm more into writing re-elistic storys that still aren't true but here goes I call it: Why the light is light
forth the dark begans to perish,
in light unknown by the devil himself.
the light that up above they cherish,
were rich men greedily swim in thier wealth.
Greedily is the word the dark use,
to describe the palace were the light dwell'th.
the dark itself are the greedy fuse,
that set the light on fire with stealth.
It's good St Michael that saved the light,
from evil darknesses clutches.
he put up an extremely courages fight,
and now dark deranges everything else that he touches.
My mantra is a writhing beast
With teeth that bite
And claws that tear
And yet I hold on
I must not let go
I hear you laugh and I am whole
(even when the teeth bite)
You say the things I long to hear
(even though the claws tear)
You make me feel special
And I'll pretend it's true
But I won't let go of the beast
This mantra
(notmine)
Torn and bloodied
Still it's worth it
Every time you smile at me
Oh woe, oh woe,
The end is nye,
My bosem pierced,
Unto the sky.
She came into my life so drawn,
Dilemma split betwixt the horns.
I helped her so,
Endeavours dire
She came to me,
Oh sire, sire.
How can I pay you back she said,
Her raven hair upon the bed,
Don't worry lass to her I said,
Don't worry now your pretty head.
At present now I'm on the wing.
I'm sure we'll think of some little thing.
walking out my angst
trees growl
spider-heaven cracks
jumping cockroach
soul sad in its depths
subway jerks (blocked out obscenity)
orange light pops take up
Yet! subway dismayed
like my soul
cross is hanging on its side
star explodes in white (another obscenity I had to remove)
has pierced the soul
hanging - grope under dirty sheets
go deep i go deep and up
quite you think you know
i only no
I have some priceless formatting in the above that I can't seem to get to display. Which is probably just as well. I removed the obscenities. :)
Mon Coeur Frankenstein pumpernickel
O great cicada
a mote in your plashdom
is only a
triple retch on wallpaper,
yet
I
will
try with only a partial
silence, HARK!!!
HARK!!! Witness the braying of the porridge-drunk monkeys
most terrifically I cough delightful without terminus in medias res
'two's company, three's a crowd'
etc etc stab the organist through a demanding hiccough
no more than this will be divine.
But piss on it, Harry! Do not try to fight what ist becomen wilderbeast! These will recover.
'Don't watch it you'll go blind', pistachio concrete revelation!
THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE Felch biscuit
They say I am "bipolar".
I like to be that way.
I'm baby-talking to you now :Angel_anim:,
But later I will have a cow. :cuss:
(I skipped my meds today! :yikes: )
-- xoxo :reddevil: Bipoluh Baby (BB)
A Terrible Poem, by tailor STATELY
Why am I caught in your web ?
Eight-legged you were beneath
the sole of my boot when I found you
The one with the large hole in it
You reminded me of the day
Wednesday or Thursday
Maybe it was a Saturday
I know it was raining
Your breath like a duck's armpit
Awakened me, "so foul" I croaked
With a frog in my throat
"What's for breakfast ?"
And so another day goes by
I think it was Monday
The sun peaked from a cloud's behind
No, it definitely was a Friday
We walked, me with a little limp
You, all eight legs shuffling along
With a bright bandanna to hide your scar
To the Chemist's to buy a calendar
And a funny compact with pills
If chased down with prune juice
They're not all that bad
O, how I hate prune juice !
And today I find you in a corner
All eight legs pointing up to the ceiling
(Awfully quiet when you aren't breathing)
"Wake up Bob - We're pregnant !"
11/9/2010
Wore and Piece
Sew Litter Alley
Proper Gander
#1:
so all i do responsible in ways takling of do i say,
all that do people you say go hay to lay,
in ways of so much cryptic none that understand can yet,
try you please learn to mine ways.
course's laughs of i yet fail shall none do,
words all jumbled yet so may none all of know,
that course yes do i others need hear to,
and poemus terriblus listens really none so do.
poem terrible words of made has by me,
and may people of all be me of to be understood,
of is i bequeathed lies pharoahs learns i history by as passes,
so mystery is this sorry that understands none may me.
Solemnly lies i down rest for now,
and less cryptic have my messages become to kowtow?
learns of all i do yes have and too cows,
lovely world is it not that i leave?!
#2
HA! shouts i, messenger of nonsense!
laughing in teh higher men's ears! haha!
of poetic giraffes and flesh-eating meese,
and english teachers who like to chase geese!
blah! i yells in all my's happiness!
drinks too much in my lalalaaklsiness
but hates it does i, what i talkin round?
HEy! little mices confound!
you?
poemetics i am haha!
leave i must....must...must....
leave i must of course, i yet do?
so leave and begones, of me's that hoohoool.............
lol. That's pretty bad!
I agree with Delta40, dark_writer500. It is lovely nonsense!Quote:
Originally Posted by dark_writer500
Here's some "poemus terriblus" from my imaginary friend, BB.
BB on Body Scans
I must protest the body scan
Before they let me board my flight. :rage:
I'd much prefer a manly man
Would pat me down and do it right. :nod:
-- xoxo :reddevil: Bipoluh Baby (BB)
The townfolk cried out...
"Ah, Ogre, Ogre"
Pitchforks, knives and loolipop ladies
Even babies
Chased me,
darn it
I should have worn my Prince Charming outfit!
(fart)
Woa! Those onions
:banana:
Ah! I can smell it. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by snape
Here's something from my imaginary friend to keep the thread going:
I Hate My Boyfriend
My man's afraid to talk to me.
That tends to get me pissed. :flare:
I lose my cool.
I start to drool
And freak. I'm rarely missed. :nopity:
-- xoxo :reddevil: Bipoluh Baby (BB)
I mentioned to BB that some people here were concerned about internet trolls, and she said, "I know! They're awful!"
Internet Trolls
My heart has got a single goal
To get my hands upon that troll
Whose brain-dead drivel torments me :mad2:
Almost as much as poetry.
-- xoxo :reddevil: Bipoluh Baby (BB)
I walk and sulk and girls and hope and die, love, be good soon hope fry brain, see ya soon, why, what's the deal, dunno gotta go
Nice one, jajdude. I showed it to BB. She's very competitive, always saying, "I can write something worse than that!" Unfortunately, she's still fixated on internet trolls.
I Hate Bots
or
There's a Screw Loose in Your Silicon Chip
I hate those mouthy robots. :mad5:
They like to play with you,
Screw with your mind
Until you find
You're messed up like them, too.
-- xoxo :reddevil: Bipoluh Baby (BB)
What is this Bipoluh nonsense ? Be yourself.
I am.
No one understands me
Geniuses are rarely understood
Why isn't life good
Maybe they will sing for me tomorrow
The weeping willow wearily waits
Like a ponderous pedestrian at a red light
For the rain to rudely roughen its branches
Wail, oh frail weeping willow for
rain remains remote in the Sahara desert loneliness…
(This is great fun, I could get used to writing really bad bad peotry!)
In open court the Elephant
Upon the stand began to telephant
The Judge allowed the rambling rant
Because the defendant was a gambling Monkey rat
The Prosecution was an old Hyena
Ridiculously called Shanna Sheba
Who wove each knot with spiteful rancor
Designed to hang the Monkey wanker
The Defense rose with creaking knees
And grinned; He was a blinking Chimpanzee
And pointed out with delighted eyes
That Monkey was a poor identify
For Monkeys come in many species
And his client was a Rhesus
While from the description given
Any fool should recognize a Gibbon
The jury composed of Army Ants
Returned "Not Guilty" so the Elephant
Conceded the trial with a shrug
And turned and quietly shot the Judge
:sad:I've just posted one in the quoted line comp.
That one in the quoted line contest about Jacob and Esau was pretty good, prendrelemick.
Here's one I hope is really bad:
I got an image of a train.
I got an image of a tree.
There's people now inside my brain
And flowers blooming needlessly.
I better sort of make this rhyme.
It's mushy. Yes, I know.
My meter won't tell me the time.
Oh, well, who cares? Let's go.
This was supposed to be a parody of Pound's In a Station of the Metro, but I figured Pound's poem wasn't well enough known to add it to the parody thread. The idea came from WolfLarsen's reworking Shakespeare's sonnets.
They stuck many needles,
they said needles are great,
but needles am I to say,
it was a severe pain.
I am almost to the end of Gerald Stern's In Beauty Bright when these thoughts kept distracting me.
We paid our kindest respects to Warhol at
the MET complimenting his memory with 'I
could do that myself' or 'I wouldn't want
that in my living room' or 'If I found
that in my basement guess how long it would
take me to get it on craigslist?' but we
thankfully rushed through it if rushing could
be a way to describe Gerald's pace since
he needed to pee so often even the lady
selling stuff wanted to know if his most
pressing need was the location of the nearest
restroom or could he get to the Warhol exhibit
on the other side of the building--we were
that lost--in time, but he knew he better make
it to the exhibit though I soon left him to get
hammered while I leisurely walked through
Central Park toward the hotel since my
flight would leave in a few hours and I felt
better about the trees and bushes than I
did about Warhol where there was no admission
charge until I ran into a young man on the
edge of a park bench who made me feel even
happier since he asked me sheepishly if I
could direct him to the Metropolitan Museum
of Art and being from Chicago and never
having even been in this park before in my
life I was thrilled to show this dumb tourist
how to get two blocks or so to the MET that
he seemed overjoyed to learn and that
made me happy for about an hour until I
realized that anyone with a map of NYC who
could find Central Park should have no problem
finding the MET on his own and what he was
really giving me was a signal wondering if
I was the guy he met on craigslist or not
and clearly I wasn't since I foolishly showed
him where the MET was and I could hear him
telling his blind date later when he finally
met him that some moron, probably from
Chicago, actually gave him directions to the
MET and even told him that the Guggenheim was
closed on Thursday--hahahaha--which is about
all I know about NYC, and yes, I told him all
I knew about NYC, holding nothing back, and
now all I wanted to do was get back to civilization
where, should I meet someone who dared to ask
me in Grant Park on a bench by the lake where
Michigan Avenue was, I would tell him without
any sense of being fooled since it didn't
matter all that much to know that there was
no point in him going any further east.
unta bunta tunta tu
went together to the zoo
unta saw a whale walking
bunta fed a monkey talking
tunta tingled tun tun tu
tu was left alone in the loo!!