poetry thread

[Bucky Ramone]

Three poems by Mike Watt <img>

[rosa]

a little Bukowski on this grey evening.

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Gothic and etc.

I heard from two fellows who each are going to
write a thesis on Chinaski.
one is from Louisiana and the other from
somewhere in the midwest.
they both type careful letters on
expensive paper.
they sound young but interested
and I answer their letters, but
I don’t say too much.

I feel that I am the geek
in their literary circus
so even though I don’t say mch
(so as not to disappoint them)
I do throw in a a few strange lines
as if my mind was properly
unattended.

some years back
another fellow mailed me his thesis.
there were pages and pages
wherein I was given much praise:
I was the Whitman of Los Angeles
and I
was Gothic in addition to being
any number of other
strange and sundry things.
I was given credit for knowing
much more than I do
and he concluded by saying
I had written a few pieces that had
unmatched psychological insight.

this is what they finally do to you
after you’ve failed for
the first 50 years of your life
trying to get something going:
they want to give you credit for much
more than you ever
intended.

the students want it to be mysterious and
important.

I want it to be easy.

which is what it
is.

[Halfman]

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[Halfman]

I found out it takes at least two characters to make a message. How fitting.

[SG]

Welcome back Sars <img>
I like your poetry/lyrics by the way <img>

<small>[ 09-23-2002, 01:05 PM: Message edited by: Salami ]</small>

[sarsaparilly]

first as always i must thank the fella’s for their kind words(and esp. salzombie for noting my absence) and second (as i scan the horizon for pirates) must add ya know it is the addiction of reading dictionaries and sci-fi since i was a young-un that sticks with me and mebbe reflects in my writing?…i gotta run down to the beach now the pirates seem to be rowing into shore and when they land i am gonna be busy for a while… later

[sarsaparilly]

mostly these are lyrics for songstuff i been workin’ on:

for the creep

I wonder what color your eyes are today
First I thought they were blue and to be honest
It made me not like you
Then they were brown
I thought dark which confused me
Next they seemed a hazel brown
Muddy and oblique
Reminding me of
Someone I’d rather not…
And yesterday different again
Green and brown changing
I am wondering what color they are now
If I dared to look.

untitled

Where you are
Where I am s’posed to be.
Glimpses and glances
Longing or not enough
Weeks till I see you
Weeks will I wait
Weeks time will pass
Wondering will I speak
Will you see me in the dark
Watching
Barely breathing
Wishin’ hard
Hopin’ harder
Wonderin’
What happens after.

Another untitled

Didn’t know how it was gonna be
Couldn’t even imagine
But then you looked right at me
And I lost all sense, all intention
I know you, you should know me
I spend and squander time
Like it is a luxury waiting
I barely live
I barely breathe but think
Heavy, heavy thoughts
To be felt and plumbed till
The tears leave me behind numb
I curl up, I crumble away
Smoke stung eyes
Bitten bloody lips
Wanting to whisper
You should know me
And know how it is gonna be.

finally the one i wrote on my 35th birthday

Seeking comfort in the shade
but shaky thoughts
more petals and plant stuff adrift
at the mercy of coastal cross purposed winds.
Not rooted forever solid gripping ground
grasping ocean till the endless blue blend sky begins.
Struck, and marked like me, by lightning this tree
standing still, proving, surviving, flourishing
proof someday
Scaring me back from the darkling
hurtling to pain, screaming and laughing
Fear instinct and shocking instant knowledge
I want to be.
Melting into bark and burns,
blackened trunk filling, healing
stretching into soil, sand, then ocean
beautiful awe, breathing…

[sarsaparilly]

cuz sludgie asked (in trade)here is the one i am workin’ on…

glances more meaningful than kisses
mumbled words, incoherent thoughts
blurring, slurring
shadows dappled purple
hearts dented blue
darkness drops heavy
pulling,dragging me down
below the truth, beneath the surface
listless lies
murky depths of dreams.

[Halfman]

II

[i dont carebears]

supersized vanilla dairy sludge;
loved the poem, extremely beautiful peice of work and mind. can’t wait to read more, you have to show me more of your work. anyways, the poem definately made my mind wander. beautiful. adios.

[passion]

Wonderful poem…endless power…see what i mean? <img>

[passion]

The translation is killing me Tony and i kill the poem…i ll try one more… <img>

[passion]

yeah right…i guess you convinced me! <img>

[passion]

yeah thanks! <img>

[everyonelovesjaron]

Man, there’s alot of poetry and art going on in here. An entire forum dedicated to this would only further the discussion since the commentary on the individual poems wouldn’t be ended as soon as someone else posts a poem. At the very least, it’d have as much posting as the Mix Tape forum.

Yep.

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