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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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  • January 5, 2003 at 10:09 pm #72751
    broken_shadow
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      "priss" wrote:
      Welcome to the boards, Broken Shadow, I see the peotry thread will be kept alive. Avé!!

      priss :lol:

      Thank you. Yeah, I got a few poems more, will post’em another time.

      January 6, 2003 at 10:39 pm #72752
      Halfman
      Participant

        stats, must check my stats

        January 8, 2003 at 11:28 pm #72753
        Halfman
        Participant

          observe rules, make palatable, vanish into mist

          January 13, 2003 at 12:44 am #72754
          rosa
          Participant

            tom, your finesse with imagery just keeps getting better. I feel the sudden urge to stitch my fingers together.

            xoxo
            me

            January 25, 2003 at 5:09 am #72755
            Halfman
            Participant

              Pfft.

              January 31, 2003 at 8:07 pm #72756
              fata morgana
              Participant

                You are my sun and my moon
                But on this night, I grew mute
                Split words hung from shingles
                Like glowing chandeliers
                Sliced in slivers–beheaded
                To evade her white, uneven stare
                Spaced with invisible highwire mesh
                Brought in dangling beds
                These sad words I said

                January 31, 2003 at 8:16 pm #72757
                fata morgana
                Participant

                  As Tight As I Want It To…

                  Knuckles rasp and grate
                  Like red pomegrenates
                  The pulley-string woven
                  Through rough climate
                  I cling, follow, and skirt
                  Draped and dragged in dirt
                  Run over by a rash of epidemics
                  Movements uncherished
                  By my clothed cell mate

                  February 9, 2003 at 7:40 pm #72758
                  fata morgana
                  Participant

                    O.(W) N.-U.

                    First world countries
                    Shouldn’t talk about poverty (cause or effect)
                    So set in our ways, are we.
                    So up there–and free.
                    There’s always more to take–always more.
                    Sweep it under the rug–that’s all.
                    They will cope, all these folks.
                    Let’s just take a little more here
                    And a little more here
                    A little more here
                    Little more here
                    More r. here r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.
                    Here r. ere. Her. r. er. r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.
                    r. r. r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.
                    r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.
                    r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.r.

                    :slap:

                    February 9, 2003 at 7:56 pm #72759
                    fata morgana
                    Participant

                      CLEF

                      If that’s the way
                      You want it to be
                      No matter–
                      Whether my hands
                      Or teets remain empty
                      Life has something planned for me:)
                      A gutteral din
                      In it–I sing, I sin
                      In salvageable motion–varnished
                      Such as all commonwealth’s Marble fashion
                      Falls
                      At the time of auction,
                      repudiated with undue kindness.
                      I raise my hands up
                      Once, twice, thrice,
                      Throwing around a convenient price
                      In the end,
                      I entertain this fake copy, this serial graph
                      And bid farewell to the unpaid staff :lol:

                      February 24, 2003 at 7:42 pm #72760
                      fata morgana
                      Participant

                        Poppy pappi–pucker up–it’s going to be a good one.
                        Rare-in to go–what’s up??
                        "We must, we must, we must believe in BUST!!"
                        Bust it up, will you?
                        The enemy’s not in me–or in you
                        Created like a scarab beetle, do?
                        Rolled in dung and formed
                        Like a new babe born
                        I trust your forefathers thought so.

                        February 24, 2003 at 7:47 pm #72761
                        fata morgana
                        Participant

                          OH, Yeah…

                          If you’re going to write
                          Poems for chicks
                          Why not send them
                          On the PM click?

                          If you’re going to wipe away
                          Mona Lisa’s smile
                          Why not do it
                          In five star style?

                          If you’re going to write
                          About a world of debris
                          Why the hell do you even bother
                          To cover me?

                          February 24, 2003 at 8:25 pm #72762
                          Halfman
                          Participant

                            OH, Yeah…

                            If you’re going to write
                            Poems for chicks
                            Why not send them
                            On the PM click?

                            If you’re going to wipe away
                            Mona Lisa’s smile
                            Why not do it
                            In five star style?

                            If you’re going to write
                            About a world of debris
                            Why the hell do you even bother
                            To cover me?

                            I put the response to this poem in my sig yesterday :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen:

                            February 26, 2003 at 7:01 pm #72763
                            fata morgana
                            Participant

                              OK, maybe I should just be straightforward…

                              NO MORE WAR
                              NO MORE WAR
                              What use are these words for?
                              The BIG BOYS bring out THEIR BIG TOYS
                              And piss in the sandbox
                              For a couple of dollars
                              Possession, an uneven repulsion
                              God gives strength to those who deplore
                              If the Greenham Common women were able to do it
                              So can we, if we stick together
                              In harmony and laugh when we can
                              And cry when we have to
                              And NOT to budge when we are told what to do

                              PEACE PEACE PEACE

                              March 2, 2003 at 8:17 pm #72764
                              Halfman
                              Participant

                                bullet biting and hair pulling. with family of course.

                                March 2, 2003 at 8:28 pm #72765
                                likeaghost
                                Participant

                                  Sunday

                                  Nutty I play
                                  Sunday today
                                  Words I got
                                  Sounds I’m not
                                  Drum kick boom
                                  Fill in room

                                  O P eights
                                  not on dates
                                  states i’m in
                                  scenes of sin
                                  with out time out
                                  no screams so shout

                                  A day for me
                                  to climb a tree
                                  small axe
                                  good tracks
                                  jazz is sunday
                                  think no monday

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