POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

[citizen-seth]

Okay . . . I'll throw my hat into the ring . . .

The Fifth Quarter

The blue glow of the TV light
Casting ocean hues on the living room.
Beer bottles on the coffee table,
An open bag of chips close by.

The couch holds them there,
Football fresh on their minds.
Colligate colours adorn them so,
Basking in victory.

The game was deftly played,
Their team sharp and skilful
Many times they stood to cheer
Their cushioned seats boxed on the 50

Sated from grease and post adrenaline,
Sublime in their company and proximity
As one stands to leave,
from the other the question is posed

“Would you like to stay?”

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

^Sweet hat Seth!^

And now please give a big JUB welcome to Ryman and Scarfunkel

'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
In a toilet that was stabbed by the flash of the neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound
and touched the sound
...of poopin'



true story

 

[Lefty]

I suppose you are seeking the Moan JAEZ spiel of approval?

like bobby said...dream on little broomstick cowboy




btw, if you don't know the lyrics...that is one freaking despairing sad song.
Goldsboro was not a rock a rock star but I grew up beach boys, janand dean, baez,
moody blues, s&g and him....no wonder i'm weird.

btw2, I liked it...shame youre so far away....i think we could screw some stuff up pretty
good together, and I'm not talking sex acts.

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

I recently masturbated to The Partridge Family's immoral classic, I Woke Up In Love This Morning...am I getting warm?


I'm keeping you up aren't I Lefty? I'm evil that way.

 

[Lefty]

Is that a hint? you want me to go away?

I only sleep 1 or 2 hrs at a time, seldom more than 4-5 in 24 hrs.

Maybe another reason people think I'm crazy....so, no you are not

keeping me up.....its either here or a book.

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

I've had bouts of insomnia since I was an undergraduate. Sometimes for days I feel an urgency that won't let me sleep. I too do 2 or 3 hour power naps.

HEY! That's another thing we got Lefty!

 

[DonQuixote]

I feel remiss.
I've missed being around for all of this bliss.

Shih Tzu - you started the evening so tender and haunting -
there's so much more to you than the stand up comic with rapier like wit.
(and if I may borrow from another thread, taunting,
I DON'T like your screen saver, not one little bit! )

And, Lefty, methinks you were trying to be your usual, lovable smartass, but you were caught by the hooks of the intense feeling of Gus' work, and continued it, almost seamlessly.

Seth, the author to whom I'm the apprentice,
we haven't talked for this past plus week,
'tis the time I gave you your words to seek.

And when off I nod to the Sandman's call,
You doth arrive, unannounced, for the ball,
but not in your plain but inviting words,
Nay, you arrive in quiet, compelling verse,
and strike a harp's chord ~
Shih Tzu's lament you do ford.

And at your invite, this great fun pair did stay,
and verse back and forth till the early light of the day.
And, I slowly shaking the sand from my eyes,
am treated to some hilarious lies,

But that's another thread that they tread,
It's full of lies and deceit, for that's the name of the thread.
Yet, here, too, some time they did take.
and a wacky road down my life's journey
they did take.

While not too often does my Gillette THERE roam,
I've heard there are gels that then do foam.
And they may provide some relief from the pain,
for their EDGE might prevent, with Aloe, said burn on the mane.

And music, oh music, is manna from God,
The groups you referred to were my selfsame might,
Add in Chicago, The Beatles, An' Henry the Eight to my plight,
and a cast of many more with just one tune to score.

My baby does the Hanky Panky,
In the Year 2525,
Tell Laura, I love her,
Dream a little Dream.

And, let us not forget,
Peter, Paul, and Mary -
Poor Puff in that land by the sea.

Or the Kingston trio -
And the Man who Never Returned.

Hmm, now that I think of it -
Sundown . . . who sang it?
I remember a sultry Summer night or two
in the mid 70's, and a Water bed . . .

And, Seth, my man, this band you Know
Hey, Hey we're the Monkees . . .

And I did see, Rick Wakeman on his
Journey to the Center of the Earth - Live!

Then there's Kenny & Dolly
and a host of others.

Well, I've gotten away from the verse,
but the memories you've touched . . .

Good Morning, Guys!

 

[Lefty]

Morning donnie dude

Such verbosity you exude

my DICKtionHairy it did excite

Now that we've reached the days light

Good to have you back on site

hope t was a pleasnt night

Sorry you missed the late time and the interlude

It was fun and yet still not quite too crude.

You are welcome and won't intrude

You'd be welcome, not thought rude.

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Okay . . . I'll throw my hat into the ring . . .

The Fifth Quarter

The blue glow of the TV light
Casting ocean hues on the living room.
Beer bottles on the coffee table,

I have an antique trunk that I use for a coffee table in my family room and many times it has been completely inundated by long neck beer bottles and cans. I am feeling it Seth. Good job.

And I love that title.

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

I feel remiss.
I've missed being around for all of this bliss.

Shih Tzu - you started the evening so tender and haunting -
there's so much more to you than the stand up comic with rapier like wit.
(and if I may borrow from another thread, taunting,
I DON'T like your screen saver, not one little bit! )

And, Lefty, methinks you were trying to be your usual, lovable smartass, but you were caught by the hooks of the intense feeling of Gus' work, and continued it, almost seamlessly.

Seth, the author to whom I'm the apprentice,
we haven't talked for this past plus week,
'tis the time I gave you your words to seek.

And when off I nod to the Sandman's call,
You doth arrive, unannounced, for the ball,
but not in your plain but inviting words,
Nay, you arrive in quiet, compelling verse,
and strike a harp's chord ~
Shih Tzu's lament you do ford.

And at your invite, this great fun pair did stay,
and verse back and forth till the early light of the day.
And, I slowly shaking the sand from my eyes,
am treated to some hilarious lies,

But that's another thread that they tread,
It's full of lies and deceit, for that's the name of the thread.
Yet, here, too, some time they did take.
and a wacky road down my life's journey
they did take.

While not too often does my Gillette THERE roam,
I've heard there are gels that then do foam.
And they may provide some relief from the pain,
for their EDGE might prevent, with Aloe, said burn on the mane.

And music, oh music, is manna from God,
The groups you referred to were my selfsame might,
Add in Chicago, The Beatles, An' Henry the Eight to my plight,
and a cast of many more with just one tune to score.

My baby does the Hanky Panky,
In the Year 2525,
Tell Laura, I love her,
Dream a little Dream.

And, let us not forget,
Peter, Paul, and Mary -
Poor Puff in that land by the sea.

Or the Kingston trio -
And the Man who Never Returned.

Hmm, now that I think of it -
Sundown . . . who sang it?
I remember a sultry Summer night or two
in the mid 70's, and a Water bed . . .

And, Seth, my man, this band you Know
Hey, Hey we're the Monkees . . .

And I did see, Rick Wakeman on his
Journey to the Center of the Earth - Live!

Then there's Kenny & Dolly
and a host of others.

Well, I've gotten away from the verse,
but the memories you've touched . . .

Good Morning, Guys!

OH 'EM GEE! How can I follow that?
Curiosity nay kilt but energized said cat.
You're quite brilliant Donny!
There's just no doubtin' that.


My favorite contemporary poet (of fame) is Michael Stipe. Do you know of this humble word warrior?

There’s a problem, feathers iron
Bargain buildings, weights and pulleys
Feathers hit the ground before the weight can leave the air
Buy the sky and sell the sky and tell the sky and tell the sky
Don’t fall on me

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Never eat broccoli when there are cameras around.
___________________________Michael Stipe

 

[DonQuixote]

Shih Tzu,
I'm not familiar with this man of contemporary verse.
I found your rhyme none the worse.

 

[Demandred753]

"TCK And Inebriation"

It's come to an end; the week is over.
The weekend arrives and I tell him "No."
"I'll not get sloshed and maintain composure."
All this I say to my surrogate 'bro.

But looking at him, I know it's all lies,
Those collegiate good looks and athletic physique.
With wavy brown hair and deep blue eyes,
Stir thoughts in me you all would critique.

The night begins with a single drink
A shining spoetzl from the Lone Star state.
All day and night it's of him I think
The friend I can't have because he's straight.

Through the first hour, I'm feeling okay.
One was good, so I had three more.
"You should slow down," he says in dismay
"Or you'll be cuddling with the floor."

Three shots later of Tennessee's finest
My arm is draped on his muscular frame.
I'm to the point where I can be honest
I'm in my cups where there's no shame.

"I love you a lot" I say and moreso
With slurred words and wavering balance.
An affectionate pat I give his torso,
"You're blitzed" he says with a nonchalant glance.

The night is over and my vision is bleary,
I've given him hugs without any fear.
I've tousled his hair as a friendly comrade
While walking the line between "drunk" and "queer".

He sits next to me, as the car is packed
On his shoulder, I rest my head.
It's through alcohol that I'm able to express
A semblance of truth to my hot best friend.


I gave up with rhyming in the last verse; I'm hungry and need food now.

 

[Lefty]

Stars were out the night was chill

Our sated bodies had their fill

and stretched quiet and supine

in the clover bruised and green

the blinding thought crept to my mind

is this the moment to be unkind

the words i know I just can't say

won't make it to the light of day

why can't i love you

like I love you

Here i lay a restless beast

still hungry past the feast

I am not the emotion whore

Just can't feel it anymore

theres not much else for me to kill

love is gone and my heart is chill.

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Theres a sparkly one for my insomnia blest Ami and Mr. Gazpacho.

Love Mondays don't you?

 

[DonQuixote]

DemandRed753,
Welcome to the Poetry Thread!
Your verse was succinct, and full of resolve,
Oh that it was as easy to solve
The dilemma you most clearly did present,
How to tell your straight friend he's heaven sent.
And NOT have Him get, Bent?!

Thanks for your contribution.
Don't be a stranger.

 

[Lefty]

Must be a 2fer freaking day.
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A dismal day
was on its way
Tho night was done
There was no sun
In which to play
They found I'm gay

Then you came round
With your happy sound
Saying you make it right
Make it new and bright
You've shown the way
And you've made my day.

(oops...where did that damn thing come from)
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Hate like ichor from that mouth dripped
That sweet facade was finally ripped
Pure emotion standing stripped
You say you've hated me forever
never loved me simply never
You've won the...the last... endeavor.
I clambered from our touseled bed
gushing blood from the words you said
on my knees oh god...I'm dead.

now thats more Monday, Funday.
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You say you want more
from this dirty word whore?

How Can you be sure
You don't need the cure?

I live in this the circus tent
What the hell, it pays the rent

When they say time to leave town
Well fact is..I'm just a fucking clown

and so for now

 

[DonQuixote]

Lefty,
What a melancholy chord
this Monday morn you do sing.
To be devoid of "love"
is a horrible thing.

To make "love" to someone else,
yet not feel the bliss,
to be unsated from the coupling
Oh, what a Piss!

What cruel twists of fate have come your way
to make your emotions devoid of play?
You must crack away the shell round your heart,
so, once again, you can feel from the start,
The passion, the love, the oneness to be
once again with a love, the whole world to see.

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And then there's the Second post for all of us to see,
What madness is this, how can it be?

For Lefty is naught, if not full of fun,
not ichor and hate and all of us shunned!

No matter 'tis Moonday,
that's sheer Lunacy.
The Love still exists,
though the weekend be gone,
forget life's little "twists",
Over your Love let ye Fawn.

For the morn doth herald
a new, shining Dawn,
and, Nay, you are NOT,
an insignificant Pawn.

But, rather, I say,
In the light of the Day,
That all Men May
their demons Slay.

The fear of rejection not the least
the one who needs killing,
the insolent beast.

So, slay it,
and fillet it,
that insolent beast,
then season and roast it
to serve at the feast.

For Love conquers all
at least in the end
and we must call
each other to tend.

 

[Lefty]

answer to post #140.

Nah, thats not me....I am to vapid and shallow to have feelings, I am one

of those spirit vulture thingies what feeds off others naked raw emotion,

digests and then spreads the 'CRAP' around.

Just kidding.....i think.

 

[DonQuixote]

It's good to see the humourist is still in thee.

 

[Lefty]

Hey donny 'Q'

this little quicky is just for you.....

Shall we call him our friend

Just formally unbend

Toward his heart maybe send

Affection without end.
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I was playing in the forums

Some nasty beings in those quorums.

They are right and you are fucked

They like to say its you that sucked

Look for trouble in every way

Thats the shit that makes their day

I remember the JUB of old

When no one had to fit a mold

Stir it up and hope it might

Create anew way to start a fight

Is it time for the eulogy

lose this part of you and me

Has the the time come now to let it go

fingers crossed..we can hope thats just not so.
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There are words upon my plate

that will never start to sate

This acid bile within my soul

My evil ways have taken toll

Thing I've said things I've done

Sure that I was the annointed one

But I too hide my scabrous aching scars

A tortured man behind self made bars

Another happy day

just got away

I still cannot relate

To the words on my plate

(this one sounds dumb, then you think about it, yep...its dumb)

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Sex,
it might be an elation
Love,
thats the final equation

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Emotions are the most selfish thing that we do

of all the most glorious of what makes man weak

I love, I care, I think, I want, I need. I hate

You love, you care, you think, you want, you need, you hate

And they, programmed assiduously forced to seek

I'm sure I don't like them, me hell, even you.
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hmmmmm.