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spudcon 04-27-2008 08:40 PM

Okay, things have gotten entirely too cerebral in here. It's time for me to bring things back to silly with some toilet humor.

Ode to a Load

Pity the lowly dog turd,
all brown like a rotten log,
its fate to stink, and draw more flies,
and be eaten by another dog.

Shawnee123 04-28-2008 09:21 PM

Reaching out
My window I try to grab hold of the wipers which
are going to and fro and making more of a mess doing their job than if I had not commanded them to do so.

I struggle a bit more, irritated that I can barely see what is looming in front of me
It could be a tractor-trailer, an ally if only I could be sure of his spot.

Of course, trailing the trailer led to more groanings from my once careful wipers.

I pulled off the road.

Once I deemed it clear enough, I slowly pulled out into traffic again.

Sundae 04-29-2008 06:08 AM

Anticipation
The fluttery feeling of waiting
The mental lists, the planning
The should-I-get-those-earrings
The can-I-break-those shoes-in?

As I plan out what to wear
Will I feel when I am there
That the evening can compare
To the fun as I prepare?

skysidhe 04-29-2008 10:02 AM

I am not a poet. I have terrible grammer and I've never taken a poetry class so I have no technical ability to write. I just string along words sometimes to try to express what I am seeing or feeling at the time.

Last night there was this incredible twilight. So out comes this jumbled prose. Lyrics maybe. I havn't felt inspired for a long time. Don't laugh :)
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A mist falls on an early spring twilight like diamonds sprayed on grey silk. The Natural and erethrial coalescing in gods petrie dish

Clouds like dripping watercolor stripe across the sky.
Dark midnight blue holding captive the lighter hue of the day gone by.
Smothered in it's sleepy grasp night time pulls the curtains down around the dark green pines.

This day is done. Nature is once again motionless and undisturbed. Glowing picture windows in the distance seem to punctuate this atmosphere of untroubled contemplation. All is good. Night has come.

spudcon 04-29-2008 02:45 PM

IMHO, Art is in the eye of the beholder. Sky, your poem speaks to peoples hearts. I have no training either, but to me, your poetry is loftier than some of the so called "greats" of poetry. Don't apologize for sharing beauty.

Trilby 04-29-2008 02:55 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by spudcon (Post 449595)
IMHO, Art is in the eye of the beholder. Sky, your poem speaks to peoples hearts. I have no training either, but to me, your poetry is loftier than some of the so called "greats" of poetry. Don't apologize for sharing beauty.

Amen.

Sundae 04-29-2008 03:10 PM

Nice images Sky - don't put yourself down.
There was nothing there that I couldn't visualise - poetry can just be about capturing a moment, a feeling, a mood. I call the polaroid poems myself - which isn't to knock them at all.

spudcon 04-29-2008 05:05 PM

Of course, my "Ode to a Load" is classic poetry.

skysidhe 04-29-2008 05:23 PM

thanks

Giant Salamander 04-30-2008 12:13 AM

sky, that was supreme. They were lovely, perfect, liquid, living images. They go quite well with Orb's remix of Hybrid's song, Higher Than A Skyscraper, by the way. For I be that.


Overturning, waves within
Wrenching muscle, twisting skin
Wrap your nether round my heart
If it whines, don't let it in

As the night seeps through the door
Kitchen counter, bed and floor
Far too drunk to cuddle now
Don't you fret; I never snore

Atmosphammers crack my head
Morning breezes reek of dread
Silent, quick, and lithe I leave
Walking shoes are filled with lead

skysidhe 04-30-2008 12:42 AM

thanks again:D and I'll be looking for that remix.


Oh and I really enjoyed your poem. Great Feeling to it.

Sun_Sparkz 04-30-2008 08:09 AM

staying up again, way too late
with eyes that rest their lids upon my knees.
unrest curdles in my torso,
and stings my heart like angry killer bees
my feet they long to roam, my ass it likes to sit
so my mind will go and wander, until IT becomes unfit.
Run this treadmill, run run run
routine and money,
cooking and cleaning
obligation and sacrifice
and indulgence in dreaming.

Giant Salamander 04-30-2008 02:31 PM

(Long wet brain fart/ was thinking lyrics to Some Song)


Rise from refuse
Shake the sleep
Wipe the crust
From eyes set deep

It purrs beneath
My bony hands
My shattered teeth
Saliva glands

Host of hours
Westward bound
Lingers late
Yellow ground

It does not weep
For wasted time
Does not change
And never rhymes

Taste its breath
Through lips made thin
Touch its death
Translucent skin

Love its heat
Through quiet scars
Sleep as embers
Under stars

Stoke the glow
Electric sleep
Gather crust
As void lights creep

It grows again
Join the fray
Fly to waste
Another day

Flint 05-16-2008 11:00 PM

there's a weirdo cunt on this board
 
there's a weirdo cunt on this board
a weirdo cunt and a weirdo whore
a weirdo whore and a weirdo cock
when the dust has settled
the boots will knock

DanaC 05-17-2008 05:01 AM

Somewhere,
along the way
I took my hand away from,
the long and snaking
safety rail,
I can't remember quite when.

I noticed briefly
,then forgot,
too busy running fult tilt,
down the steep
and studded hill,
past the house that Jack built.

When I recalled,
and looked around,
Saw nothing of my former ground,
The safety rail had
snaked away,
And left me with no way home.

Sundae 05-17-2008 11:40 AM

Oh Dana, that so resonates!
It does tie in with something I was thinking of last week.

My attempt to capture the feeling. Influenced by losing Dylan:

The world is full and fertile.
Trees swell and burst into green fireworks of froth.
Shower and heat and heat and growth,
I can see the threshing world recreate.

And I mostly issue sweat.
Tears run from me polluting the rain.
I salt the earth for miles around,
Making barren all that touches me.

Nature has left me behind
Creating its own reward to those who will.
I will suffer through this burgeoning,
And love/ dread many more.

skysidhe 05-17-2008 12:15 PM

great reads Dana C and SG!

TheEdge44 05-21-2008 06:17 PM

There is something familiar here, sipping
bourbon while almost alone in front
of a television gone unwatched, but listened
too for a reminder that I am still connected
somehow, but not completely.
A mental astronaut, outside the everyday, but still
recognized and thought about by people outside vision.
Where to go from here I do not know, but somehow
I am still drawn to imaginary fires and signals sent
from somewher in the past where I left
my youth and belief in something better.

freshnesschronic 05-25-2008 03:01 AM

im tired but i keep floating on cloud nine
hoping that tomorrow i straighten up like a line

live it up bein with the people i care for
ride the waves as life keeps showing me more and more

do it to it
keep it real
tryin to show the world how i truly feel

about school, work, friends and fam
puttin it all together, making it all cram

stayin true to who i am
puttin the world on my shoulders
my path i am the only holder

do it to it
to dream is to fly
gotta remember
in my end there is only i

and what i did and what i have left to do
be sure to stay true to me, and to you

Tree Fae 06-01-2008 11:57 PM

Twirling, flying, floating high
Fire soaring towards the sky
Crackling, sizzling sparking logs
Dance around the fire bright
many hours into the night.

skysidhe 06-02-2008 12:25 AM

Nice imagery all three of you!

Flint 06-13-2008 10:14 PM

my betrothed
half disrobed
hood of my car

down the road

engines wide open
tingle my scrotum
subwoofers thump

roadkill hump

body tossed
into the dump
drowned in diesel
pound my weasel

raging necrophiliac-sturbation staging mental patient

Flint 06-24-2008 04:03 PM

What, nobody else ever writes Rob Zombie lyrics?

I should have said "flaming necrophiliasturbation-staging mental patient" ...
__________________


metallic soup
itallic poop
Italian stallion
flew the coop

bats in the belfry
Skeksies, Gelflings
excess jetset net wealth hairnet

lumberjim 06-24-2008 04:58 PM

Fred, Fred Grimes
gloating Nyad
May keep her yet,
Still feed her slow.

Said, Said Shine
It saw lump or two
All I can duel I've won
Hung many show
Hung many who show

Sundae 06-25-2008 07:28 PM

Another birthday stumbles round.
Another year I didn't get rich,
Didn't fall in love.
Didn't change the world.

And the world is still turning,
And I've turned my life around.
Did the things I most feared.
Did change things for the better.

lumberjim 06-25-2008 10:12 PM

work to the sleep to the work to the sleep
food to the sheep to the sheep to the sheep
drink to the sleep to the sheep to the sleep
dance to the pants to the pants to the dance

Flint 06-27-2008 10:03 PM

blowing my interwad
 
when I'm yakkin'
and come off as attackin'
don't let your delicate sensibilities
be an intermediary between you and me

I'm sporting an outrageous sleep deficit
prerequisite for a raging lack of ettiquette
playing Devil's Advocate for the sake of staying awake at my desk

DanaC 06-28-2008 05:54 AM

They were great! I especially liked yours, Sundae.

Ibby 07-02-2008 12:40 AM

i have decided
(and now declared)
at the urging of clod
to start, for a while
(at least while i am over here,
for i am in the states, you see)
to try my very hardest to post
entirely in some sort of verse
free as it may be
i will try and see
(if i still give a fuck)
if i can make my point
in the form of a poem
(wish me luck!)

Sundae 07-02-2008 03:30 AM

Rah! I like

And while you're at it - more photos please

nmckenzie02 07-09-2008 09:55 AM

apples and trunks,
basketball dunks,
center of the circle,
cores get crunk.

limits and limes,
not thought no time,
skewer the edge,
squeeze the rhyme.

skysidhe 07-10-2008 12:27 AM

Only because I've never actually heard this song.
 
Armor and sword lyrics by Rush

Album: Snakes & arrows



the snakes and arrows a child is heir to
are enough to leave a thousand cuts
we build our defenses, a place of safety
and leave the darker places unexplored

sometimes the fortress is too strong
or the love is too weak
what should have been our armor
becomes a sharp and angry sword

our better natures seek elevation
a refuge for the coming night
no one gets to their heaven without a fight

we hold beliefs as a consolation
a way to take us out of ourselves
meditation or medication
a comfort ,or a promised reward

sometimes the spirit is too strong
or the flesh is too weak
sometimes the need is just too great
for the solace we seek
the suit of shining armor
becomes a keen and bloody sword

a refuge for the coming night
a future of eternal light
no one gets to their heaven without a fight

confused alarms of struggle and flight
blood is drained of color
by the flashes of artillery light
no one gets to their heaven without a fight
the battle flags are flown
at the feet of a god unknown
no one gets to their heaven without a fight

sometimes the damage is too great
or the will is too weak
what should have been our armor
becomes a sharp and burning sword

skysidhe 07-10-2008 09:36 AM

those lyrics should be on the lyric thread!


oh lol

Spectacle 07-27-2008 06:46 PM

And so the little bird sang
And the snail he hummed
Until the bird got hungry
The snail's day was done

Escargot yum yum yum

Flint 08-06-2008 10:10 PM

do you ever feel proggy
at this time of night
and you know it's not right
but you just can't fight?
wanna strike up the pipe
and light up the sky
and fiddle a figure
to make Frank cry?

Juniper 08-07-2008 01:59 AM

My chicken's gone broody
Which means she's quite moody
Sitting on unhatchable eggs.

We don't have a rooster
But nothing will boost her
From the brown ovals beneath her legs.

She sits in the coop
Takes quick breaks to poop
And get a quick bite to eat.

At each morning's daylight
And sometimes at night
We grab eggs from under her seat.

Sundae 01-23-2015 06:04 PM

I don't quite understand
This world.
It's so complicated. So improbable.
And we're so basic.

You wouldn't believe it if it was made up.
Too many holes in the plot for the monsters to crawl through.

There's light, here and there.
We try to grow towards it.
But mostly we're blind.
Looking for warmth, looking to be clean.

And there at the end are the ovens, the showers.

DanaC 01-24-2015 04:28 AM

Wow. Dark.

Brilliant, but dark.

Gravdigr 02-09-2015 02:24 PM

The old bastard fell
To the bottom of the well
His soul he had to sell
Just to get a short spell
Of rest



Tadaaaa!

xoxoxoBruce 03-30-2015 03:44 AM

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Youse guys could be rich.

Gravdigr 03-31-2015 03:41 PM

Swirling,
Twirling,
Furling,
Tails a-whirling.

Squirreling.

Two squirrels were chasing each other around my tree.

fargon 03-31-2015 03:59 PM

You have certainly captured the essence of what it is to be a Squirrel.

BigV 03-31-2015 09:15 PM

nuts!!!!!!!!

infinite monkey 04-01-2015 11:34 AM

Does it produce endorphins
To make a post orphan?
Does it make one inflate
To relegate
A former post
To just a ghost?
Do you seem a sage
When deferring a post to a back page?
Is it an orphan endorfin?
Or is it a snark shark?

:D

DanaC 04-01-2015 12:46 PM

heheheheh that was awesome

Gravdigr 04-01-2015 02:24 PM

It was.

:jig:

infinite monkey 04-01-2015 04:12 PM

:) I like what you did there. Too funny.

Thanks guys!

Sundae 04-04-2015 01:48 AM

Spinning out time
As if there is enough of it to go round.
Wasting grey matter
As if it could grow back.
Waiting for the final thud
Of the heart
That has been sorely tried.

Gravdigr 04-05-2015 01:45 PM

Quote:

Waiting for the final thud

monster 04-07-2015 07:38 PM

Cancerous untruths
Poison droplet in the well
Lie metastasis

Metatechnocrat 04-08-2015 10:03 PM

All These Bitter Years
 
All these bitter years
have been a respite
from the simple minded
times of my youth
knowledge is power
so they say
so then
I stand
a bitter god
amongst men

DanaC 04-09-2015 04:44 AM

Brilliant.

orthodoc 05-04-2015 11:29 PM

Another Stupid Poem (first draft)
 
I’m here, I never knew how long
The road would be, how sweet
And sour, how terrible the times
Would end, how sere the heat

The times are hard, the times are sweet,
The times are rotting meat
There is no way to tell
When focus shifts to soft delete

So much of life
Should stay inside
A private file, complete

So many things too painful to
Allow to breathe, too fleet
To render judgment would be
Pain that cannot bear its heat

The road goes on, I follow
Face averted, no relief.

The subway stinks its endless muck
The station smells like sweat
The passing of humanity
Does not provide us yet

The wisdom we remain to seek
The endless pain a threat
The road goes on, we follow
Faces downcast, still bereft.

DanaC 05-05-2015 06:03 AM

God, Ortho, that's brilliant.

orthodoc 05-05-2015 07:29 AM

It should be entitled 'With apologies to Leonard Cohen'.

Seems I only write when I've had a few glasses of wine. The rest of the time, I'm too depressed.

Sundae 05-09-2015 10:41 AM

I'll Drop In Sometime

You won't see me.
I hang on my barbed wire web
As you lie in bed, again.

But I'll fall like a bloated spider
And bite your poisoned tongue
Until it turns to ashes in your mouth.

You won't pour your voice like olive oil into another ear,
Dislodging things people don't know they're giving you,
Feeding on them until you become their habit.

BigV 06-08-2015 10:02 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Metatechnocrat (Post 925577)
All these bitter years
have been a respite
from the simple minded
times of my youth
knowledge is power
so they say
so then
I stand
a bitter god
amongst men

I like this one.

Very good.

Sundae 07-12-2015 06:48 PM

Nature fashioned this dome.
This great hall of of bone.
To keep something silly and soft
Mighty and aloft
So safe.

But if inside there's disease.
Mental maggots and fleas,
Then all nature's devising
Just needs excising
Such waste.

(and such terrible poetry proves my point!)


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