POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Where Wear and Tear Collide
(Part II, 2nd Squirt of "Pee")
by Bruce Wade Shihooz

here i scatter my ink on men
so hold me poet and whisper when
you bend a spoon like stretching skin
let's force these thoughts above the din
first tell me poet -- is wisdom a sin?

i saw ajax and a few others
dawn fought dusk to let in the color
so what can we find in the morning haze
does the next card hold the rats in this race
is it little, big, a deuce -- or an ace?

so many things I think I can save
grass gotta die for roads to get paved
flavors of metal nickel steel copper debt
cascading shower/spit tears piss and sweat
that's when I wonder -- do I get you wet?

 

[amwao1]

Hey, just thought I'd submit a few poems that I've written.


Your Thoughts

I wonder if you think of me
If You ever need a friend,
Someone to hold you,
To love you,
On who you can depend.

When times get hard in life
Who do your thoughts turn to?
Your Mother?
Your Father?
Or do I pull you through?

I'd like to think that I'm the one,
That your thought right now is me.
I doubt that it is,
I'm not sure it's true,
That I fuel your fantasy.

It's not me you think about
When you think you see the end.
It's not me,
It's him,
You think about your boyfriend.


My Clark Kent

A large red "S"
Framed on a light blue shirt.
If you're superman,
Can you come and stop the hurt?
Can you come and save me?

Superman's not blonde,
Not even a light shade of brown.
But I've seen guys here,
You're the closest thing around.
Can you come and save me?

You're not a superhero
To anyone else in here.
I'm the one that gets chills
When you whisper in my ear.
Can you come and save me?

Your version of Lois is fine,
But he hardly fits the part.
You and me together,
Now that's a place to start.
Can you come and save me?

I know that I'm not perfect,
We all have our flaws.
Apart from you strangely,
I can't pinpoint yours.
Can you come and save me?

Love's not always happy.
Love's not always good.
Love is simply you and me,
In your fortress of solitude.
Can you come and save me?

You're happy with your Lois.
Superman's not real.
But I will always love you
Because I can't help the way I feel.
You won't come and save me.


Imaginated Happiness

That grass is green,
The sea clear blue
The snow is white,
The bunny's too.

Cotton Candy clouds,
Soda Pop streams,
Marzipan jackets
With liquorice seams.

Bells ringing softly,
Angels getting wings.
The mocking bird perches
And tunefully sings.

Children holding hands,
Painting rainbows all around,
Playing gently on a harp
With an ever pleasing sound.

No one hurts.
No need to heal.
It makes me smile,
That this 'aint real.

 

[Lefty]

A round of applause and a warm welcome.

don't bloody stop now new lad .

theys even one or two what reads in here.

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

Mr. Lefty
(Part I 1st Squirt of "Pee")
by Bruce Wade Shihooz



I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired boy
Mr. Lefty strikes up a conversation with this black-haired chippendale dancer
He dances while his father plays guitar
He's suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful
I wish I was beautiful
So come dance this silence down through the morning
Cut up Miguel! Show me some of them chippendale dances
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Lefty
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
I want to be someone who believes

Mr. Lefty and me tell each other fairy tales
Stare at the beautiful men
"He's looking at you. Ah, no, no, he's looking at me."
Smiling in the bright lights
Coming through in stereo
When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely

I will paint my picture
Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray
All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful
Grey is my favorite color
I felt so symbolic yesterday
If I knew Picasso
I would buy myself a gray guitar and play

Mr. Lefty and me look into the future
Stare at the beautiful men
"He's looking at you. Uh, I don't think so. He's looking at me."
Standing in the spotlight
I bought myself a gray guitar
When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely

I want to be a lion
Everybody wants to pass as cats
We all want to be big big stars, but we got different reasons for that
Believe in me because I don't believe in anything
and I want to be someone to believe

To believe

Mr. Lefty and me stumbling through the barrio
Yeah we stare at the beautiful men
"He's perfect for you, Man, there's got to be somebody for me."
I want to be Bob Dylan
Mr. Lefty wishes he was someone just a little more funky
Ahhh, when everybody loves you, son, that's just about as funky as you can be

Mr. Lefty and me staring at the video
When I look at the television, I want to see me staring right back at me
We all want to be big stars, but we don't know why and we don't know how
But when everybody loves me, I'm going to be just about as happy as can be
Mr. Lefty and me, we're gonna be big stars...

 

[Lefty]

Mr. Tzu Tzu
(Leftys Shooting Star)
by: I. Pezaphree LEE


If there was me
and my friend Bruce
riffing riffs and licking chops
to eye candy
and a moist hot goose
in them bars and porno shops.
watched him pee
gripping his spruce
careful strokes and still one slops
he swings it free
we call time and truce
we are done before the cops.
If he was me
And I was Bruce
We'd lay down and lick our chops.

 

[ShihTzuTylenol]

wow, I haven't smiled this big since I nearly ODed on ginkgo biloba caplets last week
Gracias Senior Zurdo [that means--thanks Mr Lefty]{I looked it up}(googled it)[I'ma googler]

 

[DonQuixote]

My best buds is
steppin' out on me,
Whackin' off
watching each other pee.

When is it my time,
When can I see
my two best pervs
whackin' off for me?

 

[Lefty]

My Closets

{by Jackson Darkley II}


Another day and still not me
Another day and still not free

My daddy told me way hell no
My momma told me thats no go

They both cried and yelled loud without end
They both cried and said He's not your friend

Screaming words I didn't want to hear
Screaming words like He's a fucking queer

Now I.m hiding behind the closet door
Now I'm hiding 'cause I can't take no more

My flowing tears can never drown the hate
My flowing tears can barely seal the fate


I squeeze this heavy gun to my aching head
I squeeze this trigger hard thank god...now I'm dead.

Now all can at last see into the great black cloud
Now all can at last share this closet and my shroud.

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comments...cause i'm not sure.

 

[DonQuixote]

Powerful, but dark.
Sadly, too often life can be like that.

 

[freefall]

I forgot about this after long time of inactivacy. Nice work, guys, especially Lefty and Tz
Great comeback, Tzu!
I wanted to post my poem anthology based on your Project Fear, but I'm too lazy to take my notebook, so here we go:
____________________________________

Ballad and Opera #6: Xenophobic

Who is the one standing in front of my window to scare me at night?
Or is it just you?
Who is the one who stalks me endlessly on every corners and crossroads?
Or is it just you?
Who is the one putting blocks and logs in my way to trip me down?
Or is it just you?
Who is the one hanging eerie charms and amulets and wishing me bad luck?
Or is it just you?
Who is the one whispering bad rumours about me on the streets?
Or is it just you?
Who is the one who plans on something evil to be brought on me?
Or is it just you?
Who is the one always spying to see if I am guardless and vulnerable?
Or is it just you?
Who is the one harassing and saying nasty things behind my back?
Or is it just you?
Who is the one who would attack me at the time I least expect it?
Or is it just you?
Or is it just you?
Or is it just you?
Or is it just you?
Or is it just you?

Is it you?
Or is it just me?

 

[Lefty]

I was wondering if maybe

just didn't like this thread anymore.

You're a few 'poimes' behind the class

so better plan on a late night cram

session or three...

Get humping slacker quack

 

[DonQuixote]

Hi, FF.

Good to see you.
I know I haven't read and commented on a lot of the poems.
I need to be awake and of clear mind, without a lot of background competition - that hasn't been happening much, lately.

Oh, intriguing poem, FF. Haunting. I think many, if not all, of us have felt that way at some time or another.

 

[Lefty]

Spiraling Down_

by Helie S. Rubix

Now I've hidden all my
old drugs
Swept under the clean
new rugs

The spiral twists of my
staircase
Bear my weight and mark
my pace

I enter the spinning helix
going down
To meet my one my very own
one true clown

The dripping needles deep
in my chest
The Ichor burning hot searing
with the best


I need a speeding elevator
back to the top
Taking me up in purple haze
before I stop

Your world outside my door
viciously aware
I have lost my souls last hope
among you there

 

[DonQuixote]

The Poems thread, a place where our people come with that which they most dread.

Haunting, dear pony, haunting.

 

[freefall]

Lefty! Tom!
I didn't get fed up with here. I have just been experiencing one of the worst writer's block ever (imagine, 3 whole months with nothing good passing through my brain!) How can I let myself post failed experiments!?

I see, Lefty, your works have developed a very strong stench of gothic darkness and tumult. Very nice perhaps due to some insertion from the supporters' club?

I will thus entertain you all with my Ballad and Opera project (actually, I just grouped some poems together and give them a nice project name, lol).

 

[freefall]

Ballad and Opera #1: Starless Ocean

Setting the moon behind the craters
Atrociousness is hard to fully ignore
Illusions weave the streets toward riot
Commits thievery again and again

Coarse rocks cannot give birth to nuances
But it is fine as long as they constitute
The bottom layer of the starless oceans
Keeping pain awake so as to thrive through

 

[freefall]

Ballad and Opera #2: Vexation

You once claimed shacks deep within the dark woods are dangerous
The moon setting beneath the horizon are slayed by the sun
That when the night gently kisses the day goodbye is heretic
And there are no riddles which do not possess secrets

I open my eyelids and shift the blankets warning me
Extinction is often unavoidable and unpredictable
Gaze above to seek for constellations in great agony
Drop a tear when the mean galaxies force their ways

Sketches on the sky are trespassers
A hazardous threat to the residents
Since last time the firebird rises
Underneath painful rituals outside the shrines

Counting the flying carefree days
Between the past and the future
Hope they will not be banished
Into the trenches of oblivion

Distant bells toll until the clock tower collapses down
Upon which midnight appraisals joined by forsaken witches
And the prisons empty put another stance of relief
That dishonesty will never really leave the edges

Ultimatums I otherwise tear apart
They bring nothing else but misery
You never depart from left piers
The ripples and tides are but too racous

With my hands pinned to the graves
Try to reach out beyond my beliefs
That soon my despair will be reborn
Into fireworks which leap and dance

What else scares a sparrow worse than a spying eagle?
What else frights a child worse than a stalking stranger?
But one day when they have fed up with waiting hopelessly
They will learn lessons that it is best to move on

 

[Lefty]

A Coming Forth

by Arbor McIntosh

*******************
Hello to Mommy
this is that fruit that never falls
very far...from the tree.

Hello to Daddy
this is the fruit of your balls
but it's still...it's just me

Hello to Out there
this fruit tastes of the exotic
sometimes so...hard to see

Hello to Myself
a fruit but still but not too neurotic
seeking out...to be free

Hello Dorothy
any fruits and all her friends
I'm still here...near to thee

Hello to the World
this fruit hopes never ends
one day...I'll be the tree.

...

...

 

[SilverFantasy]

Poem

(Nice Dream)


My hero with the hard cock
My big man that fucks me ‘till I scream
My savior with the uncut phallus
That induces me into rapture dream

My boy with the hanging balls
That slams me in heats of lust
And ignites my burning heart
With every heated thrust

And wild, wild eyes
That probes me with a smirk
My vulnerabilities exposed
For only you to look

And hands of warmth embrace
That pull my legs apart
And tickle me ‘till I beg
And blush blithe smart

And yearnings, shameful desires
To be smacked upon the ass
To be shamed, prodded, to be made to beg
A slut first class

To be merely an object
And in ravenous lust, wholly turn you on
Our bodies one
And of these desires, to be seen as nothing wrong

And moan at flesh embrace
At warmth of naked limb
My innocence thereby soiled
All for the sake of him

 

[SilverFantasy]

Re: Poem

I wrote this... tho, understandably, I don't show it to many people lol.