write a really WEIRD poem

[blp]

hey this is really weird.

Yeah that was the idea!

I like these lines best I've got a thing for horses (not real ones, but those that got misused by philosophers to illustrate some point that has nothing to do with horses at all )

I don't know about these horses of which you speak, but, yes, I agree, I like those lines best.

Weirdly, as I was writing this, someone just walked by my desk with a dog on a leash. Not really that relevant, but somehow, it was quite weird.

[Pendragon]

The Bible-thumper was adamant
in trying to convince me
that Satan actually existed.
I turned to a man
who had walked up almost unoticed.
"Can you believe this guy?
He's ready for the funny farm, he is?"
"What's the problem with him?" He asked.
"He thinks the devil and hell are real."
The guy's eyes became pits of fire.
"Oh, that. I do. It does. Anything else?"

Pendragon

[blp]

We have tried for so long with this
separation of our corticle axes
but achieved
only a plate of brains on a plate,
turning grey in the diffuse light
of Cordoba's main square.

Let us try your ritual again
not in some arcadian meadow outside Strasbourg
where we already know death is too
but here
where it is most needed, Herr Man,
on my desk in this office
where the grey carpet tiles, clean as they are,
may yet benefit from purification
by the slaughter and bleeding of a goat.

[white camellia]

This is dark, but I like it.

[white camellia]

Yet as I read it again, I strangely feel lighter. Maybe that's the power of ambiguity where you can come up with your own interpretation that helps in particular, as the mind creates what it seeks.

[white camellia]

Yet as I read it again, I strangely feel lighter. Maybe that's the power of ambiguity where you can come up with your own interpretation that helps in particular, as the mind creates what it seeks.

[white camellia]

Sorry, duplicate, but the connection barrier caused that.

[Haven]

Wonderful feelings I have being with you
Everywhere we go is so totally new
I know that this is just a generated view
Realised by pixels and computer graphics
Doesn't make it less real than molecules and matter

[blp]

Yet as I read it again, I strangely feel lighter. Maybe that's the power of ambiguity where you can come up with your own interpretation that helps in particular, as the mind creates what it seeks.

I know it's my own, but I find it makes me laugh.

[SleepyWitch]

Let us try your ritual again
not in some arcadian meadow outside Strasbourg
where we already know death is too
but here
where it is most needed, Herr Man,
on my desk in this office
where the grey carpet tiles, clean as they are,
may yet benefit from purification
by the slaughter and bleeding of a goat.

I love this stanza

[mir]

Pen and blp's poems are far too easy to connect

Another Monday
The manager clocks us late
Waiting at the door;
After lunch we will send him -
And his watch - to lazy gods

[SleepyWitch]

Spring is early as it never was,
we must decide perceptually,
Lucanus cervus, your antlers are stuck
in the bark. Don't you see your nimble legs
aren't dancing at all, you're flailing,
it's 2: 0 for the tree.
Lovingly and with awareness,
stag beetle, where's your wife now?
Why don't you go home?
All hope reduced to showering bums,
because it's fun and you're so frisky,
so ggnaaaaaaaaaahh,
unworthy,
too good.......
don't touch, don't, don't tell me I'm beautiful,
I'll pay this time and next time you won't, either,
so we're square,
selective reading of drying hair,
all those years you peeked at her collarbones,
come on, hurry up
Tongue attached to palate,
channel of divine blessing,
no this slope isn't going down,
it's a slip of the eye,
like when you drive on the
highway at 1. a.m., red lights ahead,

on

off

on

off

airstrip, aliens, goddamit!
All stations, this is the brain:
prepare for cardiac arrest!

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It's only a windfarm after all,
speak after me in the silence.
Return.
Now.

[SleepyWitch]

here's another very weird and pointless one:





What use is der Mensch,
so elegant and pure,
applicable to all,
except himself,
you're not the first to get married,
and not the last to die,
the bigger the horse,
the longer its legs.
Only yesterday you were eagerly confessing
until death do us part,
you hereby named this ship
a new beginning,
new fragrance, redolent, happy,
custom made sails as clean and white as these
must surely reach the shore,
no captains need apply.
But quite by accident the twittering lark
had strangled the nightingale in its nest
under a blue sky when days were bright
and birds went unwatched
for lack of unlucky omens.
and all things considered
IN CAPITAL LETTERS,
night is just retrospect inverted,
head talking to itself.

[blp]

Pen and blp's poems are far too easy to connect

It's a red herring!

[blp]

I'm walking on a hillside
with the light behind it.

Rabbits that live on this hill
stay hidden in their holes.

Another thinks on the hill
and stays apart from it.

I also think on the hill,
but I don't think of it.

Why didn't I think of it?
It is so obvious.