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Man With Hat
Collaborator Jazz-Rock/Fusion/Canterbury Team Joined: March 12 2005 Location: Neurotica Status: Offline Points: 166178 |
Posted: January 29 2010 at 22:58 |
Fistfight
I can bend trees
just by the frost of the light.
There can be no moonbeams
in this jelly
for oak is sequestured by a darker magic.
Read me, scamper with the seeds
hold the reeds.
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Dig me...But don't...Bury me
I'm running still, I shall until, one day, I hope that I'll arrive Warning: Listening to jazz excessively can cause a laxative effect. |
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basujanha2610
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Posted: January 30 2010 at 07:25 |
O Mistress Mine Wiliam Shakespeare O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear;your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? 'Tis not hereafter; present mirth hath present laughter; what's to come is still unsure; In delay there lies not plenty; Then, come kiss me,sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.
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clarke2001
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Posted: January 30 2010 at 08:25 |
We will happily transmutate
into electricity pillars transferring spares and phalanges. I won't battle you you and your cross-sections; maliciousness and naivety. I can be nastier devil gnashing his teeth proportionally to cuneiform of my brain matter and me managing to avoid to notice your presence. I won't do it anyway. Your body without movement anti-approaching rapidly on the mental conveyor I created. Both of us barefoot conquering hills is but a past. I can out-be you in any spacetime You' re a point on a plane which is a point the most pathetic eye-lash of mine is Aleph of yours I'll shrink and die in different complexion. born myself anew tomorrow officially Will have a good one. |
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Vompatti
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Posted: February 03 2010 at 12:23 |
a brief summary of what my fingers smell like
the bag of chili sauce that accidentally & unexpectedly did explode above the saucepan next to the wall next to the saucepan next to the brown wall OMG LOL OMG LOL TEH BGAOF CHLI DID EXPOLDE!!!1!!!11 |
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Vompatti
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Posted: February 14 2010 at 11:48 |
Would you want to be a vampire?
I am oh so lonely and my life is so very miserable I wish the world had never begun and I'm all out of potato chips. Oh, oh, oh . . . Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . . I can play the piano like some 16-year-old blacksmith while drinking coffee with the mug in the right hand RIGHT!!! What's so funy about it? |
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Vompatti
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Posted: February 14 2010 at 12:03 |
a review of the above poem haiku
OMGOM- that was a pretty good one, actualally! |
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Vompatti
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Posted: February 14 2010 at 12:15 |
after the party
the janitor was hiding behind the great big mask of vinegar but you said |
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Vompatti
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Posted: February 17 2010 at 14:12 |
Hostile Calm
Another sock reflects on top of each arch tale. A standard sack hooks a white room. Whatever buyer freezes opposite the protocol. A dictionary dashes under a narrow assistant. The chorus, The chorus, the chorus . . . The chorus resists the victim over the electric flesh. The chorus, The chorus, the chorus . . . A defeat ruins a leather. Edited by Vompatti - February 17 2010 at 14:13 |
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Vompatti
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Posted: February 17 2010 at 15:56 |
Kitten vs. Kitchen
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr . . . Kling Klang Klong Kling Klang Klong . . . That's it. |
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Vompatti
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Posted: February 24 2010 at 12:40 |
on giving birth
sometimes when people give birth they can take an album - any album - to the room where they do it. this is awfully nice because for some people - or so I've heard - it's not so easy to find time to listen to an album - any album - or so I've heard. besides, what else would you do when you can't really do anything? |
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Vompatti
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Posted: February 24 2010 at 13:06 |
just some ducks trying to eat a bun underwater
Edgar Allan Poe was a man who sometimes wore a black coat and sometimes when I extend one of my fingers just a little bit I can touch some of the particles outside my skin. it's called correspondence. |
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Luca Pacchiarini
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Posted: February 24 2010 at 13:39 |
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Vompatti
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Posted: February 24 2010 at 13:45 |
Thanks!
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Luca Pacchiarini
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Posted: February 24 2010 at 14:50 |
Continuation Of A Portuguese Speech
A rain drop to eat it with bread Two smiles, almost true to check them at the mirror A flaming gong to play it and be ignored A yellow flower in the swamp to admire until it grows A pool of water on the air to crawl under it in the night A source of crystalline water to avoid it and suffer thirst A celestial rain to wash ourselves from the torrid sun A sharp and dry wind to erode our limbs An ash heap
to swallow it with satisfaction feeling guilty A true and blinding light to protect ourselves from it with hands A luminous candle to extinguish with spits A marvellous book To close its pages. Edited by Luca Pacchiarini - February 24 2010 at 14:52 |
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Vompatti
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Posted: March 03 2010 at 10:11 |
A Little Tail (I Know More About It Than You Do)
I was born where most people would have fallen asleep instead In the sauna where the Christmas midgets dwell And I said: the North is not the place for me my hat Is made of genuine leather so keep your plastic shoes off my Sidewalk, pal! Then she said: It'll rain snow soon the streets will be covered With frozen water/snow compound tomorrow tomorrow is soon soon I will go the Germany and you can't stop me! This is where we came in. This is when we will leave. This is where we'll be leaving - No More Physics Now. |
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Vompatti
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Posted: March 15 2010 at 06:47 |
the kimono poem (previously published in off at tangents, prog archives, 2010)
like someone washing beans you reminded me of the rat |
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Vompatti
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Posted: March 15 2010 at 06:56 |
untitled #n or an oriental idyll
japanese samurai eye oh dear how cowardly did he die oh my god the food will be ready soon where does the glowing doorway lead to geometrical shape standing in front of it kneel sword master swaying army blood shadow uncombed hair kimono toes white teeth white skin not hear what a strange rose her body boiling in some strange soup cauldron green liquid strange eyes millions of them tied to a chair hot candle hot red skin boiling very large eyes wide open screaming in terror dark green night what a strange lipstick I think it was an evil spirit large spherical shape at the top of the building dressing his wounds with a blue napkin are we not going to return after all all the books in the sack I wish you would eat something but you're so very thin dead dog carcass on the floor you bitch Edited by Vompatti - March 15 2010 at 09:26 |
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Luca Pacchiarini
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Posted: March 15 2010 at 08:20 |
that's intense
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Vompatti
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Posted: March 17 2010 at 13:17 |
Two Tensions
Attention - Detention - These are the Two Tensions. Other tensions When there are two of them May be two tensions But they are never the Two Tensions That Attention and Detention are. Attention - Detention - These are the Two Tensions. |
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Vompatti
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Posted: April 20 2010 at 16:03 |
If I could turn back time
I'd be writing this poem about a month ago and on top of that I would already have finished writing a 6-8-page essay on Orwell's Animal Farm and Pink Floyd's Animals. If I could turn back time time would be a round disc attached at the middle to some solid surface just like the wheel of fortune. If I could turn back time I'd buy more of these Belgian chocolate seashells. They taste quite good actually. |
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