poetry thread

[broken_shadow]

"priss" wrote:

Welcome to the boards, Broken Shadow, I see the peotry thread will be kept alive. Avé!!

priss

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

[Halfman]

stats, must check my stats

[Halfman]

observe rules, make palatable, vanish into mist

[rosa]

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

xoxo
me

[Halfman]

Pfft.

[fata morgana]

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

[fata morgana]

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

[fata morgana]

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.
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:slap:

[fata morgana]

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

[fata morgana]

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.

[fata morgana]

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?

[Halfman]

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

[fata morgana]

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

[Halfman]

bullet biting and hair pulling. with family of course.

[likeaghost]

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

[Author]

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