write a really WEIRD poem

[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.

[firefangled]

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

[blp]

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.

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.

[jekan blazer]

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ABCDEFGHIJ…
ABCDEFGHIJK…
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ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOP…
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[Silas Thorne]

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

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 —

I just love

along the trails of us/we made

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.

[Silas Thorne]

(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.

[firefangled]

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.

[firefangled]

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

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.

[blp]

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.

[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

[blp]

eh, probably just wasting space

No such thing in this neighbourhood.

[kiz_paws]

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

No, No, I LOVED this!
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**]

[firefangled]

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

[Il Penseroso]

No, No, I LOVED this!
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**]

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.

[kiz_paws]

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.

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

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

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.