POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

[freefall]

CROSSROADS

I really never want to see you cry
The tokens spirits blow to northern sky
Old keys to unlock
Which the farewell hymns block
Sink and swim forever in the fly
So this is goodbye

In the end some things are left behind
To slow down or temporarily bind
Kissing all lanterns
And anything that burns
I will for sure miss the scenery kind
So this is dead line

 

[Whipped]

Life is good with you around me!

U U U U U U U U
U U U U U U U U
U U U ME U U U
U U U U U U U U
U U U U U U U U



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Wow! Really evocative. It reminds me of a poetry reading I attended in Ottawa. The Czech poet asked for a really long chalkboard and as she chanted "VVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEELLLLOOOOOOCCCCCIIIIIDAD" she sped across the room writing down the letters in yellow chalk.

Whipped

 

[jackmanor]

BYNOWGAYLATER: The version I learned as a kid:

No birds
No bees
No flowers
No trees
November

 

[DonQuixote]

Wow,
The Poetry thread has spurred a lot of interest with the wacky verse witicisms we're all digging down deep for.

And, Freefall, very nice contribution on the serious side.
Melancholy, but with lessons to learn.

Thanks, one and all, for sharing and comparing with us.

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Does anyone know about something that is sometimes called perverse verse?

Miss Susie had a steamboat
the steamboat had a bell
Miss Susie went to heaven
the steamboat went to

Hello operator please give me number nine
and if you disconnect me
I'll kick you from

behind the refrigerator
there was a piece of glass
Miss Susie fell and cut her little

ask me no more questions
tell me no more lies
the boys are in the bathroom zipping up their

flies are in the meadow,
the bees are in the park
Miss Susie and her boyfriend are kissing in the

dark is like a movie
a movie's like a show
a show is like a tv screen and that is all

i know i know my ma
i know i know my pa
i know i know my sister with the 80 acre bra!

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

And you need a jump rope to make it really pop...


YEAH I CAN JUMP ROPE! WHAT OF IT?

 

[DonQuixote]

And you need a jump rope to make it really pop...
YEAH I CAN JUMP ROPE! WHAT OF IT?

So could Muhammed Ali and George Foreman!
I'm not about to question ANYOne's manliness over that!

Thanks for Susie - I can hear the rhythmic tune in my head, already.
Loved songs like that.
And other assorted fractured tunes for Boy Scout Camp STAFF - the "after the campfire" campfire songs.

Do your "ears" hang low - a la
Do you Balls hang low

There once was a girl from Nantucket

What do you do with a drunken Sailor

and other nostalgic greats from time immemorial

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Where do I begin?

You have had a prolific outpouring of creativity parallel only to your ability to wear your heart on your sleeve. Ner before have I witnessed here in our humble threadation such beauty and pain, sarcasm and irony, wit and wisdom so eloquently married [although I personally oppose marriage] in such a wonderful fashion.
You have earned high marks for these, The Lefty Chronicles. Bravo.

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?

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

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.

think or feel

My head knows not what my heart does sing

Its all bound up in quite another thing

That would be lust

and the size of her bust

His prick's has to be the best

Or neither pass my so simple test.

Heart sing your song and now make it cry

The love went wrong and thus had to die.

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changes


But
that was my mailbox
Yet
thats not my name
They've
rekeyed the locks
Now
nothings the same.
All
those heart to heart talks
Yet
Dumped me, shed the name
But
that was my mailbox

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time will go

Every moment needs to be savored

Thats how life gets to be flavored

Each day is an essence sweet or tart

Open your eyes it is time to start

Show the world you have a soul

Think of these words you've just read

Get going now before you're dead.

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That Tool O'Foole may have lost his Cool
Ship his ass back to his grammer school
Or to make it work just dump the jerk
not even with his silly smirk
Lets break the gold and olden rule
drown his ass in his word pool.

Boy,

when this thread withers on the vine,

it really withers on the vine.-

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The night was dank and dreary

the men afield were wet and weary

The tattered capes of a deep turgid gloom

filled congealed hearts with torture and doom


thence from the east a single light

burning slow but burning bright

rising into the new born day

bringing faith along the way


A quiet peace and and quiet fell

On the earth that was once hell

The men then gathered as they should

the world once more a neighborhood.

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Thought..........

A clowns face can scare a small child but
an old grandmas never does.

Why is it good when a bad thing is done
but never bad when a good thing is?

Do people really Live Longer
or just not die as young?

and a final thought

If you can conceive it....
.....wear a rubber.... .
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A saucy smile on those lips
A perky twitch to those hips

When you press into that groin
Feel the pressure in your groin

Clutch each other breast to breast
Putting passions quest to test

Merging two and making one
That is good and that is fun.-
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Okay 'Q'

I ain't much good but here is the bump.

Lefty O'ghoul
Draculas bastard
and his grandson

 

[Lefty]

oh my god...oh my GOD...oh MY GOD...OH MY GOD

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Tzu is too cruel
and I a poor fool
to think my verse
both the bad and the worse
would be reborn in the thread
and not not stay dead

Humiliatedus O'Ghoul
Bastard practitioner
& Illiterate fool

 

[DonQuixote]

Lefty's neither Ghoul
Nor illiterate fool,
And HIGH Praise was sung,
though your head you hung.

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Come in DogMeds...do you read?
Over
We have restrained the subject and secured his mouth and typing fingers with duck tape... Ready to proceed with Phase 2...
Over

Roger that CK-1...proceeding with Phase two...
Over

Okay bear with me Lefticus, these are my driving glasses.

I love myself, I want you to love me
When I feel down, I want you above me
I search myself, I want you to find me
I forget myself, I want you to remind me

You're the one who makes me cum running
You're the sun who makes me shine
When you're around I'm always laughing
I want to make you mine

I close my eyes, And see you before me
Think I would die, If you were to ignore me
A fool could see, Just how much I adore you
I get down on my knees I'd do anything for you

I don't want anybody else
When I think about you, I touch myself
Oooo oh oh oh oh I don't want anybody else
oh no oh no oh noooo

...and this one goes out to Lefty from the Gusmeister...

[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wv-34w8kGPM&feature=fvst"]A Ransom Note[/ame]

 

[Lefty]

First Alert Response team reported:


My Gosh oh Golly,
My Gosh oh Gee,
Somebody wants
a part of me.


Thus spake my Gussy
Born again hussy
Horndoggy slut
And not to fussy.

When All has been said
He's hot for my bed
Wants my body in his
And not even wed.

His Heart would break so
Were I to say no
The parts are all ready
Lets hurry up and go.


****Are You Lonely Tonight sexier than I Touch Myself JMHO ****

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Hey, how'd you get untied?


But that's not important right now, you know I don't believe in marriage!
I mean, I believe it EXISTS, I just don't believe people should be partaking in the spoils of holy matrimony for the mere sake of documentation.
Plus my fucking ex rimed my ass out in our divorce and I still need a doughnut cushion to sit down in comfort.

 

[DonQuixote]

Oh woe is me,
They've started to be
- without ME!

 

[Lefty]

G

Damn it Tzu
I thought better of you
Advertise goods and yet
won't deliver I bet.



Q

We would have asked you
To join us for three not two
but you were watching the kids
so that idea went to the skids.


L

Alone by myself
Back on the shelf
getting rusty and dusty
I probably even smell musty.

 

[fabulouslyghetto]

Roses are red
violets are blue
thanks for the Herpes
you skank sonofawhore

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Milk milk
Lemonade
Around the corner
Fudge is made

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Roses are red
violets are blue
thanks for the Herpes
you skank sonofawhore

That's so sweet Karen. I got one too.

Roses are delicate
Yet violets are finer
Lift up that skirt
I'na see yer 'giner

 

[Lefty]

Now what will Auto and "Q" think

I mean you two flowers both stink

Doing a body of rhymes about parts

Instead of soulful peans to hearts

What a huge load of total shit

and now theres no place to sit.

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

♪♪♫♪Diarrhea cha cha cha
Diarrhea cha cha cha ♪♪♫♪

**pouring Karen and I a glass of voka**