write a really WEIRD poem

[blp]

Thanks Silas. Great reaction.

What's Only Revolutions, limajean?

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Turning then from these matters
to sand and the life therein
tiny and fervid,
she betook herself of her fork
and set about the plate
like a sculptress
paring away to the perfection
of her satiety.
'There is something', she said,
shielding her eyes against the sun,
'something ancient and mysterious
in the taste of this tuna.'
and vomited on the dry sand.
Earlier
the day before
I had opened the tin and left it in the sun
to age.

[Zee.]

Thanks Silas. Great reaction.

What's Only Revolutions, limajean?

The story alternates between two different narratives: Sam and Hailey, and Hailey and Sam, wild and wayward teenagers who never grow old. With an evolving stable of cars, the teenagers move through various places and moments in time as they try to outrace History.
As the story proceeds, one can note that many events are perceptual and not certain. By reading both stories some sense can be made from this poetic styled puzzle. The words written are a vague mix of poetry and stream of consciousness prose. Both Hailey and Sam depict their feelings as well as ideas and thoughts towards one another. It is truly difficult to summarize the plot as most readers will understand the parts of story in different ways.
It can also be noted that the end very much leads into the beginning. It is possible, after finishing the book, to continue the story from the beginning.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Only_Revolutions

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The story alternates between two different narratives: Sam and Hailey, and Hailey and Sam, wild and wayward teenagers who never grow old. With an evolving stable of cars, the teenagers move through various places and moments in time as they try to outrace History.
As the story proceeds, one can note that many events are perceptual and not certain. By reading both stories some sense can be made from this poetic styled puzzle. The words written are a vague mix of poetry and stream of consciousness prose. Both Hailey and Sam depict their feelings as well as ideas and thoughts towards one another. It is truly difficult to summarize the plot as most readers will understand the parts of story in different ways.
It can also be noted that the end very much leads into the beginning. It is possible, after finishing the book, to continue the story from the beginning.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Only_Revolutions

Thanks. I'll have a look for that.

Aha. Just checked the wikipedia link. I thought there was something House of Leavesish about your description. Funny how one just knows sometimes.

[TheFifthElement]

Now, kid, with your pid buck toot
Get out, by your anguished knees and feet
Tell. It. Son. This
for a gap-toothed boatman rolling up
on the shores of newly fascist
fragrant, sceptered, windswept and
God.for.saken
Land of my fathers, mothers and various
unrelated descendants of Kane.
Hello! What's cooking, kids?
What does a fella have to do
to get a bit of action 'round these parts?
And who died and made you manager
of this
here
boondock?
Dronk King fleecing
arms of a young boy
open naively to the world.
Ball. Play with ball.

I love this.

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Thanks, 5th!

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For this big victim fat bloated groaning
Round his head crown floating mix of scripture, history, wish dream
Eating the flabby, dripping, ballsac fruit of the sands
Eglantine, dates, rosewater, sweetbreads from famished bellies,
Parched tongues, he lies down like Gulliver
Aargh, goddamnit, these little people seem to
Like to keep walking into my fist. I can't tell which ones. But Cædite
Eos. Novit enim Dominus qui
Sunt eius. Yesh, drunkenly, the old Dom Dad
To us gave it us anyway, we're staying, you go
If you can't accept reality, if you can't except finality
Never mind, you'll know it soon
Enough.

[Dark Muse]

Drip
drip
drip


the water
falls

[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

[Taliesin]

I think that the thread names made by june30 would make an excellent poem.

How do you think i model this Bikinis?
see my sexy body which i took in the bedroom,lol.do you believe i am only 14years old
the most sexy advertisement you never see
i am a very open mind girl,below is my sex experience and some of pics,let us share
my dick too long ,how can i put it in to the pants?

[Silas Thorne]

Yes, that is very weird. I think people at the moment are trying very hard to EXTERMINATE! her though. (Sorry, I had a dalek moment, must have been the subliminal tapes I listened to in my sleep.)

I will not repeat the June's words, for I am afraid that the moderator decapitates me.

Greetings, fellow traveller. What time is it at your current location and do you have jellybeans? Going a little crazy where I am here.

[Silas Thorne]

the '14yr old ' title was truly disturbing

[jeanggk]

I was wondering if someone really into poetry and symbolism could offer their own interpretation of this poem. It's interesting to see what different people can get out of the same poem sometimes.

I was driving down the dimming highway
As the sun set to the left.
My destination was home,
Was on my way home as normal.
A flat expanse on either side
of the stretch of highway,
Faded, short-cut grass,
But I hardly paid attention.
Headed home.

Then the setting sun caught my eye,
A wide orange orb
That filled me with awe.
So great...
I felt the urge to follow,
And I took a left exit
Toward the high,
beautiful light.

I followed this new road,
Followed the Sun,
And as the sky grew dark,
It still hung in place.
A giant orange orb
In a black sky above a far-off city.
As I followed it in the night,
flashes of color splashed beneath it
Of red and purple.

The beauty still held me
And I still followed, amazed.
Home did not matter right now.
Only this beauty of another world.

Suddenly a change;
It transformed into a hieroglyph,
The white right eye of Horus,
And the blinked closed
And in a flash it was gone.

I stopped the car in the silence
Of this sudden, total night.
I was uneasy to continue.
But I knew what lay beyond
The darkness ahead:
A place from my past, familiar.

And then an old friend drove past
And we greeted for a moment,
And he went on ahead.
But I turned around and went home.
___________________________________
breitling

[Silas Thorne]

Please put this somewhere else, unless you wrote it of course. I recommend the Poems, Poets, and Poetry thread if you want help to interpret a poem that someone else has written. This thread is for people to post weird poems of their own.

[blp]

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

Knock-poem, Ries.

EDIT

Weird typo. I meant to say 'Knock-out poem...' Weird.