that’s a good one,
witches fear it coming,
subordination
is their bailywig, which
on the carpet this year
style may dictate
that that
is the way
to go
that’s a good one,
witches fear it coming,
subordination
is their bailywig, which
on the carpet this year
style may dictate
that that
is the way
to go
of wierd or bad, I think more bad (heh, heh, heh...he said more bad)
house I built
night windows
full of dreams
in every room
pieces fallen
like crumbs
why are mirrors
frozen in time?
glass is yin
and yang
false light
and no light
why a choice
do not sweep
the floor
for I am lost
here and alone
mirror’s timeless path
or the grit
under my feet
listen now:
you cannot go
all the way
back home
A Detournement
I am still
one alone
sitting
one who
in time
is still
I sit
unmoving
this
is the
defiance
against
the limit
the no more
the aesthetic
If women could understand
by mazHur
she grew up to 43
pretty and intelligent
once married once divorced
two kids inherited
then history took a turn
she befriended a boy friend
who sucked her for whole 10 years
and then suddenly vanished with a shrink
taking away in a leap the engagement ring
and the promise to marry her;
time passed on
then enter a dragon
an Indian guy in the middle east
acting more loyal than the king
impressed her and won her heart
and finally vanished mysteriously
leaving no news behind.
Lately she bumped across me
and we exchanged our ideas
our aspirations, our likes and dislikes
she liked me for whatever reason
I liked her for most of the reasons
she wanted me to cross the skies
span the oceans and come to her
in a far-fletched land
I wanted to but my feet were fettered
with previous commitments
relocating was never easier for me
I told her this but she resented
said i was fooling her
that i was just entertaining himself
Ah! how she thought!
Oh, how could i tell her!
sometimes women are hard to convince
it takes men to die twice, nay thrice or more
to make them believe
the truth, the reality
that they are not disloyal
that they are serious
in matters of heart
but there are limitations
everywhere
If women could understand
I would be but too glad to tell them
That all is possible
that all could be accomplished
but there's a time for everything
that everything needed time
to enjoin or disassociate
that she should wait if she could
or take another way to Rome
as all roads lead to Rome
but remember
that Rome was not built in a day
that a tree will not bear fruit
instantaneously even if your poured
a thousand buckets of water
at its roots!
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When asked how World War III would be fought, Einstein replied that he didn't know. But he knew how World War IV would be fought: With sticks and stones.
-(:===============
They go
talking of arithmetic
in the hollow of their eyes
a screech trailing
their movement
like a nylon glove.
Each number
turns to the next
counting
what they cannot have,
registers clanging
their buttons
pressed
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
Good poem, IP.
Practice dullness in the bath,
Take the grey and lifeless path,
Be boring so you'll blend right in,
See self-satisfaction as a sin.
What's wrong with being dullOriginally Posted by blp
as long as you don't lull
everybody else to sleep.
Some bores are pretty deep
and grey sometimes proves silver-ore
laden with glittery bits galore.
Excuse the shaky geology,
there is no silver-ore, you see,
but who's the self in "satisfaction",
does it exist before the action?
I'd say you were right and my bad poetryWhat's wrong with being dull
as long as you don't lull
everybody else to sleep.
Some bores are pretty deep
and grey sometimes proves silver-ore
laden with glittery bits galore.
Excuse the shaky geology,
there is no silver-ore, you see,
but who's the self in "satisfaction",
does it exist before the action?
was just an expression of worse philosophy,
but your deconstruction
of self-satisfaction
is rather undone
by your inclusion
of that grinning emoticon.
So there!
Masturbation, with lines from Oscar
Do this, and the boy gets it! Blindness and death.
‘for each man kills the thing he loves’
a little man, a little death.
Self love, the only
love worth having
on a lonely night
with only your pillows for company.
There! Two shakes of a monkey’s tail
and you’re done.
lay back on a pillow and think!
Feeling wise and grand
While the mind is in a sink
slimy as the scum on your hands!
wonderful response, delta!ha ha ha!
Yes I often ponder
whether to do the dishes
Or lie in bed and play with Slurkie
I have my art, it is my poetry
my darling moon, with
tresses of star shine
the deep drone of the cicadas
spawn indecision,
I bow towards the liquid sky
darling you are mute
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"Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."
I'm hungry
And my soymilk is waiting for me
With round chocopuffs
No coffee, just tea
I think it's going to be
Same old same old me
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