POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

[DonQuixote]

Anyway, can we get the motion seconded?

LeftusForAwhileButNowHeBeBacky, Salute!

The man from the plain in Spain doth second the eMotion, as witnessed by his prior statements. With the due penance of Lefty being slapped upside the head by his mommie, the only one to ever be able to smack some sense into that thick head.

Shih Tzu, that was a most creative expansion of the dear boy's moniker, indeed!
Good Job, Maynard!

Now, back to the group hugs -

 

[freefall]

Veils

Feel? The whirling sounds disperse
Find? The sobbings lightly nimble

Daggers with silver handles
Knives with golden ornaments
Embroidered with dried blood
And adorned with wrinkled flesh

Choke a friend with a silk handkerchief
Suffocate them within expensive essence
Kill them softly, subtly, gently…

See? The fire of the fools
Sense? The leathers soaked in red
Touch? The diaphanous blade
Say? The curses flying away

Kiss victims, then send them away
Painlessly, yet cowardly

Temper all…alter all…imbue all…junction all…

Veils of maidens sway gracefully amidst the breeze of violence
Veils of maidens sway gracefully amidst the freezing wars
Veils of maidens sway gracefully amidst the simple benign storms
Veils of maidens sway gracefully amidst the benevolent massacres
Veils of maidens sway gracefully amidst the unfair judgements
Veils of maidens sway gracefully amidst the screeches of the strong ones
Veils of maidens sway gracefully amidst the blood of the victorious
Veils of maidens sway gracefully amidst the inferiority

 

[DonQuixote]

Freefall,
Your verse is vivid
(and more than just a bit disturbing!)
Which is, one of the points of poetry.

You've taken up the torch while we mere mortals
get caught up in the day to day rush.

 

[Lefty]

Politics 2010


The organ music soared to a new height
Fresh candles glowed well into the blackest night

A gray toned box rested on the marbled pier
The owner lay there transfixed by the fear

Friend and foe were just the same
Now they'd reached the end of game

The wails were heard to the choir loft
The tears that fell were hardly soft

The vote was in the vote was done
Once again...no one had won

 

[DonQuixote]

Lefty,
The weight of thy poem is Hefty,

And, some might intone chants
that thy verse be perverse,
But they know not the meaning of
the wearin' o' the pants;

And, laden with the inaction of their guilt,
They sure as Hell don't have the Stones
for the wearin' o' the Kilt.

While you and I may come across terse,
We'll defend our land till we're in the hearse.
And use the coin from our purse
and fight to end the wanton curse.

 

[Lefty]

Sadly Don.....I love my country, zits, pustules, stupid moves, club feet

and all. A parent always loves the child...he/she doesn't always love the

person of the moment....but the child, the hope, the dream loves on forever.

Treacle stop....barf and sop, Silly slop

 

[DonQuixote]

Our good ol' Lefty the Grouch having a bit o' the sand in the eye?

Maybe it's the onions I sliced up for the poor man's Stroganoff on offer for dinner.

 

[freefall]

Nice move Lefty I'm especially fond of the first two verses---I imagined a sacrifice offertorium accompanying with dim lights, vivid horrifying faces, and creepy yet haughty organ music...the face of politics, heh?

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

CRUNCH TIME

I can't say where I plan to go
But don't judge me by that alone
If you knew everything I know
You'd notice I'm in "the zone"

I can't change things I feel
I'd never tuck the truth away
I've set goals no one can steal
With new ones coming everyday

Sure, I'll come away with some burns
I gotta keep feeding fuel to the dream
Even if I forget most of what I learn
I'll still know, nothing's what it seems

And I don't break like metal can
No one will find a piece of my heart
And if I turn out a flash in the pan
Oh well -- it sure was a hell of a start

I think if you've cried like I have
You're prolly out of tears as well
So maybe that's why we can laugh
We already lived through hell

 

[Lefty]

Jokes Die....but not the Jokers

When I go and you look for croakers.


Sometimes it is easier said

I may have died but I'm not dead.

Stick the body in the hole

You'll bury the meat but not the soul

You weep and cry and miss the face

When will you learn thats not my place

Of you I will always own a part

Just a segment deep within your heart

Its like the twitch that is your smile

You can bitch but there can be no denial.

 

[DonQuixote]

My buds have cooked up quite the confections,
Upon the lives lived and their reflections.

There's nothing terse within their verse,
and it's not for coin in their purse.
They ponder life and choices made,
and if regrets that fade,
no curse.

It's been awhile since here we've dwelt,
or taken time to let emotions be felt.

We've kidded each other and claimed a Celt,
whose kilt may slip without the belt,
revealing us in our nakedness,
our souls revealed, and also blest.

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Blest? That's a terrific conjugationary sperimentation Donald.

Expect upon me, for I do admit
I beg, may I borrow for future writ
To beckon on thee a well placed fit
Then fondly memmer back @ your wit

Perhaps a lap dance 'fore I quit
Rub round wiggle or grind a bit
Take to tongue quick lick lox tit
One's gentle fondlin' o'mine clit
Then 'pon thine face I gladly sit

I'ma burn one day in a fiery pit!
That is where I prolly ought to quit

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Too, I like Lefty's piece very much as well
It's sprinkled with demons for a taste of hell
Recalls an ageless query, for whom the bell...

What was that? shhhh ...there it was again.

I heard a dog bark in the distance
And someone's baby cryin'
As a rat runs 'cross the kitchen
And a chill runs down my spine
Someone just walked across my grave
Damn! I wish the sun would shine

Now, I'm too scared to turn the lights out
'Cos there's weird shit in my mind
Was that a noise outside my window?
What's that shadow on the blind?

As I lie here naked like a body in a tomb
In suspended animation
Lefty has slipped into my room!

hehehe just kidding fellers, I'm not really scared. I'z just playin'

But let me just say though before I sign off, that was yet another fine installment, M.Leftesticus...

Shazbot... Nanu! Nanu!

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I was admiring Freefy's piece on Veils and the translucency therein... Nice imagery Freef. I always enjoy a good maiden poem.

Choke a friend with a silk handkerchief
Suffocate them within expensive essence
Kill them softly, subtly, gently…

Ohhhh -- key doe key then...glad to see we ALL have issues we're trying to resolve hehehe
This was a teeny bit scary too, but like I noted earlier -- I'm a tough guy.
Plus I dug and found a night light in the bottom of my old toy box, so....I'ma be fine.

Don't need a gun
Pointed at me
Don't need to run
Killer is me

Get over it
Let things be

Can I start over?
Here we go

So the sun
Shines upon me
Having fun
Killer is me



Great job guys, I'll be watching for more wonderful words, so don't leave me hangin'...
or my peepee danglin' -- if you will

 

[Lefty]

Some Ass Said Friends....


And a day would start with an abundant freefall
the shining golden warmth becalming to all
Spreading itself smoothly and like an island balm
In a tempested ocean craving that balm

A horseman rides amongst tortured vales of plight
Sharing his lantern bringing forth love cloaked light
The Don girds loins and draws forth his great sword
To fend off evils for those he has succored.

And on those days when things spool but not so kuli
Adhesion is effected by the care that is strewn so duly
And the madcap antics of bounding hound Sir Arch E. Bald
Are amongst those denoted as fondest things recalled

Now tucked so deep and dark within tonsorialed thread
The slightest glimmer of a horrid bracken dread
We have lost mikey and we have lost davey
Like a stupid football game at Army Navy

The die has been cast and the cast has been drawn
Surely now its not like we need any more gone
And whilst I desire not a raucous or weepy fuss
The call is for now and it is up to GUS
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phuck haul that were a Majorca Stain. I feel so Tyred I

need to get Layed in the chips and have Granny Goose me

before I here the final Sacramentos.


Say huh?

 

[jaybiz650]

Descending into madness,
Poised for recollections.
Guided toward a bitter end.
Seething with an infinite wisdom
Which will not leave me to ignorance.
Bliss will not be found,
Redemption a distant pastime.
A heart beats but not for long,
Not very strong, it skips,
Bleeding into a darker night.

A cold kiss,
This darkened place
I can no longer call home.
All that's here is a broken memory
A repast of misery
To relive over and over again.
Forget relief
It will not come.
The sun can shine again
But not for another day
So wait and wait.
Do little for fate,
Bitter and absolute will have its way.

 

[Kulindahr]

CRUNCH TIME

I can't say where I plan to go
But don't judge me by that alone
If you knew everything I know
You'd notice I'm in "the zone"

I can't change things I feel
I'd never tuck the truth away
I've set goals no one can steal
With new ones coming everyday

Sure, I'll come away with some burns
I gotta keep feeding fuel to the dream
Even if I forget most of what I learn
I'll still know, nothing's what it seems

And I don't break like metal can
No one will find a piece of my heart
And if I turn out a flash in the pan
Oh well -- it sure was a hell of a start

I think if you've cried like I have
You're prolly out of tears as well
So maybe that's why we can laugh
We already lived through hell

This has faint flavors of Kipling and Pournelle -- awesome!

 

[DonQuixote]

Tzu,
It's nice to see you stopping by
and not in some deep pan your oysters fry.

Lefticus Testiculus,
Quite an interesting bit o' verse,
to include us "most" in your rehearse.
And a sad nodding o' the brim o' the hat,
to them what's left, gone scat.

JayBiz650,
Welcome! To JUB, The Story Board, AND to our place of lyrical fun and fancy. A very intriguing addition.

Whether fanciful or cleansing of demons, we find this thread a soothing bed.

A place where all are welcome to share their visions and try their hand, from limerick absurd, and lusty gusty, to sinister sonnets from sonorous souls.

We look forward to hearing more from you.

 

[freefall]

I always enjoy a good maiden poem.

Choke a friend with a silk handkerchief
Suffocate them within expensive essence
Kill them softly, subtly, gently…

Ohhhh -- key doe key then...glad to see we ALL have issues we're trying to resolve hehehe
This was a teeny bit scary too, but like I noted earlier -- I'm a tough guy.
Plus I dug and found a night light in the bottom of my old toy box, so....I'ma be fine.

Damn young stallion
You make me laugh a mile
With your naive intuition
About sensual maidens gone vile
While virgins always kill friends
And suck their bloods all dry -------> Twilight confusion?
Making it bloody popcorn blends
In the theatre the audiences die

So come, sassy guy
Let me grind yours dry
Before the banquet goes putrid
And the blood becomes solid

 

[freefall]

Seems like a desperate case of unrequited love you've got there, buddy

I particularly like the 4th verse; it's like whispering an admiration but while being out of breath. Ah, the desperation...

 

[NineOfClubs]

There once was a guy on JUB,
A typical member of the club.
When asked to submit
A poetical bit,
He produced a limerick flub...

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

OMG! This place is jumping. QUICK! Someone put out some chips and dip while I pour some drinks!


You're awesome Molotov, keep em coming buddy!

And welcome to 9of♠s and JBizMitz...