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poetry thread

Forums › Forums › General Discussions › Open Topic › poetry thread

  • This topic has 500 replies, 34 voices, and was last updated 11 years, 1 month ago by kerbdogma.
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  • September 21, 2007 at 9:47 am #73111
    fata morgana
    Participant

      Wooden

      What did you want me to see, exactly?
      Sitting across Outremoat with friends and family:
      that you had everything?
      While I sat cross, with friends bought
      watching two wooden ducks filled with lead
      that couldn’t float.

      September 22, 2007 at 2:33 pm #73112
      crazycloud
      Participant

        crows wants magpie
        to fall into trap
        same old story
        different place
        pull the strings
        puppet moves

        magpie must defeat crow
        evil power

        crow him lazy bones
        him steal eggs
        never looks for
        grasshopper worm or nut

        dog him kill crow
        same mocking bird
        shoot his eye out
        and put the moon back
        in the mirror

        September 22, 2007 at 3:45 pm #73113
        fata morgana
        Participant

          Ratty Old Slippers Massacre

          In the garbage
          they went last night:
          two ratty ripped slippers
          looking like old wagging
          tongues n’ tales
          told for too long.
          This morning were revived
          standing right next to the garbage
          a pale site
          the left one left
          and the right one right
          taken clean out from under
          eggshells, dust, dirt, food, stuff…
          Are my cats that smart?
          Did I sleepwalk the part?
          Did I miss those ratty old
          tongue wagging slippers so?
          No. So, what then? What? :bat:

          God, no!

          September 25, 2007 at 8:53 pm #73114
          likeaghost
          Participant

            a classy act
            follows fact
            fear for function
            kept secret by time.

            why not?
            i choose to lose
            like leftovers
            left outside
            in the rain.

            damp, a ramp
            right next to the alley
            along side the forgotten tally
            telling whose yelling as dogs bark
            but selling symptoms makes much more cents
            unless you are really sick then take your ass to bed.

            I sleep to keep myself sain,
            sure it’s an escape stratgey,
            but beware when smiles are clear,
            happiness holds as life unfolds.

            back to bed
            rings my head
            held so close
            die my toast.

            October 1, 2007 at 10:02 pm #73115
            crazycloud
            Participant

              new girlfriend

              i thought
              i met her
              while shopping
              for austalian wine
              at the flower rapist’s
              but it turned out to be
              a bad transmission
              from a false transformer
              the gorillas were passing
              out rhoipinals at the
              toilet sanctuary

              so i stole the wine
              rode to the beach
              and burned all her poems

              October 2, 2007 at 11:47 am #73116
              fata morgana
              Participant

                Old Girlfriend

                I can always count on her
                Sucker!
                Shoot the shit raw and split
                Pucker
                Long, long, long ways away
                Driving through sleat
                Careening the streets
                Leaving her bound
                to her bland compunction
                Waiting for the next round
                of amorous action
                Blind, is she?

                October 4, 2007 at 9:11 am #73117
                fata morgana
                Participant

                  Éclats

                  J’me suis fait crossé
                  Pis joué tout l’été
                  Tant qu’à
                  Engendrer un dé
                  Perdre une journée
                  Qu’est-ce que t’en pense, bébé?
                  Prends ta chance
                  Chante quand t’as pas de voix, tu dis?
                  C’est toujours à cause de toi
                  Que l’toit te tombe sur la tête
                  C’est pas à cause d’un chum
                  Qui t’attends dans l’ombre
                  Te fait à croire
                  Que ta sonde fonctionne
                  Comme du monde
                  Pis maintenant, fait accompli,
                  T’es comme le démon sans fond
                  La lumière écarlate
                  S’éclate dans ta face
                  Ton dos est troué
                  À cause des couteaux
                  Mal aiguisés
                  Moi, j’me dis,
                  Je ne suis qu’une muse
                  Usée
                  Pour ces jalouses obsédées
                  J’en suis une, aussi,
                  un jouet,
                  Oui, je’l’ sais…

                  October 7, 2007 at 5:09 pm #73118
                  crazycloud
                  Participant

                    quitting time.

                    i feel like a dog turd
                    duct taped to
                    a trash can lid today

                    November 13, 2007 at 11:53 pm #73119
                    likeaghost
                    Participant

                      right in time with wordless rhyme,
                      wait that’s fate first at last gate
                      guessing gross but one forty five
                      means more made live by a line, fine.

                      first i must address another development,
                      weight where is the clear cut winner
                      when the toast seems thinner worst
                      four wear while others gather gear, green.

                      great the late mate might matter,
                      most scatter so called ghost batter
                      up unless pinch hit for mere maddness
                      coast patterns weather storms shine, chaos.

                      thime twice as strong has come along,
                      allow twelve minutes until brown
                      around the edges enough looking over
                      hedges held back by winters attack, snow.

                      February 8, 2008 at 3:58 am #73120
                      likeaghost
                      Participant

                        spring seems near
                        next snow clear
                        comedy against hope
                        hold fast remember last
                        year new fear fame
                        may seem lame like
                        strike so write or wrong
                        song sing bring bong
                        but do eye dare compare
                        close as tight underware
                        wise thought oft undersize
                        sure on tour told bold
                        be that it may return
                        remind all must be kind.

                        July 1, 2008 at 4:52 pm #73121
                        Vaguely Dismember
                        Participant

                          Fuck you
                          I’m free
                          And If you won’t
                          help me
                          Fuck you
                          I’m free

                          September 11, 2014 at 10:09 pm #230278
                          kerbdogma
                          Blocked

                            glass encloses
                            deep wound record
                            and non music to
                            hear just a good
                            show and 7 hr.s
                            is all i neeed to
                            shake and shower
                            this total dissapointment
                            that i won’t be able to
                            get shut eye tonight.

                            September 15, 2014 at 7:36 pm #230310
                            kerbdogma
                            Blocked

                              sicker and colder
                              heartburn and no goetze
                              or peppermint.
                              Tony’s gonna have to listen
                              to Was again to get his
                              nite time domain
                              struggly stomache
                              struggly sweater with no
                              extra dark blue purple dark
                              lonely low which is is mine
                              waiting for more dino comfort

                              September 16, 2014 at 5:01 pm #230311
                              kerbdogma
                              Blocked

                                on other word where is
                                my lite purple shirt. Might
                                want to save these for ebay
                                they take so long
                                in that where is my dinosaur jr clothes.

                                September 23, 2014 at 9:53 pm #230353
                                kerbdogma
                                Blocked

                                  Invest in Sots incorporated
                                  you’ll get your cyst officiated
                                  4 shipping and handling gets you
                                  one free peanut foam named jew

                                  You can stick him in your yard
                                  and unload bb’s on his name card
                                  until his hard cotton arteries become
                                  the spider webs of sneeze and blood
                                  of, sum 41.

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