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Pnoom!
Forum Senior Member Joined: September 02 2006 Location: OH Status: Offline Points: 4981 |
Posted: February 23 2007 at 17:50 |
The stealthy cat
Creeping silently behind a mouse
Does not see the dog
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The Wizard
Prog Reviewer Joined: July 18 2005 Location: United States Status: Offline Points: 7341 |
Posted: March 09 2007 at 17:58 |
When yer bored yer DEAD Don't MIND yer own buisness So I like BLEEDING all my thoughts scanning the graveyard
looking for syd barrett's bones a ghastly aura overcast the tombstones skies coal black those crazy old cops think i'm mad And where are Syd Barrett's bones? I see him in the sky! Looking down on me, saying goodbye. GODSPEED THE ZEPPELINS........heading into outer space
blast of nitrogen propulsion dead cities left behind billowing smoke explorers shaking epileptic GODDAMN THE ATOMIC TERROR..........the dictators poison breath spreading corrosive lies the bringer of violent death released by metal chambers GODPRAISE THE AMERICAN WAY..............betrayed by politicians mocked by religious fanatics bringing us to war in the streets the starving poor GODLEED THE CHILDREN HOME.............cleaning corrupted streets putting down starving beggars while waste piles grow infinete and innocent rot in jail..... praise: the psychic powered messiah stream
praise: the voice of spectral hullucinations praise: graveyard bound cement skeletons praise: electronic chaos systematically produced praise: god's pocessesions attained and eaten praise: plastic nightmares living on the corner praise: psychotic dadaist madness |
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Pnoom!
Forum Senior Member Joined: September 02 2006 Location: OH Status: Offline Points: 4981 |
Posted: March 30 2007 at 13:09 |
My comments on Intelligent Design... Brain trains move smooth talking walking into court
Thought stopped, more slug than rat cat drug in, no sport
Reason treason for day, pray for wrongs prolonged we find
Fudged judge befuddled, muddled mind is bad sign
Intellect subject to flawed laws, jaws working away
Jury takes break for day, Easter Sunday, returns to say
Laws passed fast passed gas lasting impact insured
Topeka sneaks a peak at bleak new future
Trying to add a third stanza (either at beginning or middle, I like the ending...), but it needs editing before it fits anywhere.
Minds designed to find untrue views nothing new
Gather rather fast outlast truth the dim win in courtroom
They stall call all nonsense sense for cents for gain
Prod minds find god in design development stained
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The Wizard
Prog Reviewer Joined: July 18 2005 Location: United States Status: Offline Points: 7341 |
Posted: April 08 2007 at 20:18 |
This is about the Electric Kool Aid Acid Test, an amazing book if I do say so myself. pranksters on the road vibrations steaming in the air dead play spaced frequencies beatific unadulterated bliss the grass is greener in mexico |
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oliverstoned
Special Collaborator Honorary Collaborator Joined: March 26 2004 Location: France Status: Offline Points: 6308 |
Posted: April 08 2007 at 20:23 |
The most psychedelic book ever, indeed.
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magnus
Forum Senior Member Joined: November 19 2006 Location: Norway Status: Offline Points: 865 |
Posted: April 08 2007 at 20:54 |
a 3 AM haiku:
crayons for my head a beam of light makes way through the clouds my back breaks |
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The scattered jigsaw of my redemption laid out before my eyes
Each piece as amorphous as the other - Each piece in its lack of shape a lie |
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Christine
Forum Senior Member Joined: February 27 2007 Location: United States Status: Offline Points: 184 |
Posted: April 09 2007 at 07:03 |
How I envy living things,
with their imperfection, and thr inconsistency it brings, I envy you who find passion without desperation for variation,If ever you see me tell me what living is like, tell me what it is to love, tell me what it is like to see the earth when everyone is awake,and someday revive me so that I can experience life; without my own inventions; just the pure connatation! |
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andu
Forum Senior Member Joined: September 27 2006 Location: Romania Status: Offline Points: 3089 |
Posted: April 09 2007 at 08:14 |
I'm not in the rhyming business myself, but here's something I wrote for a school project ages ago:
If you tell me you love school, I will say you are a fool Our school is like a jail Where you lose and where you fail. BTW our school was informally called "The Bastille". |
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kazansky
Forum Senior Member Joined: December 24 2006 Location: Indonesia Status: Offline Points: 5085 |
Posted: April 11 2007 at 11:57 |
This is about my troublesome sister, just comes up a few moments ago :
Don't reply Don't even ask me for translations You tired of me and I’m tired with you too I am who I am right now This is how the world has made me into and I won’t repent for my ways, at least not for now I am sarcastic, my words are harsh This is probably not the first time people are hurt with them But let me say this, If I ever had a biased mind against you that’s because of all the things that you’ve done I’m not talking sh*t, You just need to look back But what’s done is done And I don’t think that I could ever mend all the wounds I caused Set your anger upon me, but remember, that you’re the one who started it I maybe wrong, but don't think that you're right Don't reply Don't even ask me for translations May this be my last message... |
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The devil we blame our atrocities on is really just each one of us.
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A Guy
Forum Senior Member Joined: October 25 2005 Location: United Kingdom Status: Offline Points: 127 |
Posted: April 15 2007 at 15:17 |
Blah blah blah, etc. I'm p-poeting like a poem,
And my knees don't listen.
And what?
He says his knees don't listen.
To which I reply "shout at them louder then, you fool".
But he doesn't hear, being as he is completely entranced by his knees.
I sigh, and walk on.
Where I'm going, knees aren't necessary.
Poetry, obviously, usually rhymes
There are times when it doesn't but not this time
What could be nobler than
unfinished poems?
Most things are.
Okay, I'm not really even trying any more. I don't think poetry's my forte.
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My website
Signatures are for people who can think of anything to put in their signatures. |
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Rust
Forum Senior Member Joined: October 14 2005 Location: United States Status: Offline Points: 1148 |
Posted: July 02 2007 at 15:19 |
The fear in heroes as they fall.
Rocky ice rings circle Saturn.
Stars mingle into
a spider web pattern
To eyes alive on
a sphere that turns.
Words from rain gods stray
from well-intended meaning
a storm of raining acid,
was told about Venus.
Mars hardens in the dawn of volcanic eruption
Earth’s gravitational suction keeps me guessing;
The question abduction.
Martians secretively
Launching to the moon.
Hide in the gloom of a crater;
Ancient tracks lead a fleet
Our angry evening.
Ten attacks a prophet’s seen
The surface will be cleaned.
Orange sands shape
Dusty city statues
The journey is big as
Roads become divided
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We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart Its astart What we need is awareness we cant get careless Mental self defensive fitness Make everybody see in order to fight the powers that be |
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Vompatti
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Posted: July 24 2007 at 11:49 |
Here's a snippet of a yet unwritten epic poem titled "A Yet Unwritten Epic Poem."
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ At the swamp we gathered a pick-axe and three rocks inside a wooden box that was really battered Two of the rocks were black one of the rocks was green we thought it rarely seen but put all the rocks back The pick-axe was yellow and that we took along to our hot-air balloon the wind was still mellow The floor of our balloon sure needed hoovering for it kept on filling with dust brought by monsoon So we took our hoovers and started hoovering and though it was tiring we kept on our bloomers Of course we saw nymphs too dancing in a circle chewing on a myrtle and their three cows went moo We decided to write a bad poem about our journey and a trout at least it wasn't trite |
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Vompatti
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Posted: July 25 2007 at 12:34 |
Here's a less epic and less poetic one, titled "Analog -> Digital":
Soon I can't see anything with my analog TV unless I buy a digibox and connect it to my TV with a SCART cable but first I must disconnect my DVD player so I can connect the digibox to the TV with a SCART cable and then the DVD player to the digibox with a SCART cable and then my Playstation to the DVD player with a cable that looks like a SCART cable and most likely is but then again who knows is this right or should I have connected the DVD player to the TV and the digibox to the DVD player or does it matter at all I suppose it doesn't but I have a strange feeling that it does anyway I need an antenna cable too I suppose or maybe even two the first one between the digibox and the antenna and the second one between the digibox and the TV but what about the DVD player should I connect the antenna to the DVD player and the DVD player to the digibox and the digibox to the TV then I would need three antenna cables and that sounds like too many but why are there connectors for antenna cables in the DVD player if you're not supposed to connect something to them if the Playstation had antenna connecters I would surely lose my mind have I done something wrong should I have connected the DVD player to the TV and the digibox to the DVD player I wish I could leave something out but without the digibox I can't watch TV without the Playstation I can't play and without the DVD player I can't watch all of my DVD's because when I try to watch an NTSC DVD with a PAL Playstation the picture is bad and black & white but on my TV stand there's not enough room for all of them because you shouldn't put them on top of each other I might get the digibox to fit vertically next to the TV if I moved the Playstation and the Chinese vases but the DVD player and the Playstation still won't fit and there's no way they ever will. |
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Vompatti
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Posted: August 02 2007 at 16:19 |
"Have I killed this thread?"
cried a poet not named Fred. "For if I am to blame I shall bow my head in shame." "Oh no, don't blame yourself!" said a frisky little elf. "This thread is still alive so let's go and have some pie." Edited by Vompatti - August 02 2007 at 16:33 |
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Vompatti
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Posted: August 14 2007 at 17:35 |
Does anyone read these? No? Good. Here's my new piece of gothic horror poetry:
Bear Man Circles I bear the mark of a bear on my lower shoulder it brings me down you see but only the left side when I try to walk straight my shoes pull left I walk around traffic circles until the full moon comes And here's two haikus: Awe Solid ice sculptures and fictional train stations make me want to cry. Origin of lemons Lemons grow in trees and the trees grow in the ground. Where does the ground grow? Edited by Vompatti - August 14 2007 at 17:56 |
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Vompatti
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Posted: August 23 2007 at 15:28 |
Useless Purchase
I Today it occurred to me that 'useless' almost rhymes with 'purchase' so I considered it my responsibility to write a poem with those words in it and here it is II Many purchases are useless and that's why the word purchase almost rhymes with the word useless Many purchases you have to chase and that's why the word purchase almost rhymes with the word chase Many poems are bad and that's why the word poem doesn't rhyme with the word good at all But some poems are good and that's why the word poem doesn't rhyme with the word bad either Edited by Vompatti - August 23 2007 at 15:44 |
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Vompatti
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Posted: August 23 2007 at 16:21 |
My poems are like spam
when they come in a can anyone who wants to read them will need a can opener then most people would use a fork so if you don't you're a dork |
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Vompatti
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Posted: August 24 2007 at 10:21 |
Fresh fruit came down upon my head
like a glistering snowstorm in May kaboom! said the apple to the lemon (that's not quite what I expected) kaboom! said the lemon to the ape a tropical rain of fruits and banjos and girls with short hair (on their heads) who cried for peace and waved their hands the peaches misheard them and thought what's up and what's down down down... (the banjos left and the men followed) what do you want with us? said the leader of the peaches and the girl got confused and jumped in the lake and the peach followed and the girl catched the peach and the peach catched the girl and they both said if this was a poem, whoa! then the girl said but this is a poem! and the peach said I wonder if anyone's reading it? and the girl wondered the same (if you're reading this, let me know) and the men got back and the banjos followed and said to the peach what are you doing there? and who's there with you? and the peach said I jumped in this lake and the girl followed and said I'm one of the girls with short hair who fell from the sky with the fruit the ape the banjos and the men and the men played the banjos and the song was about peace peaches apes men and girls with short hair (on their heads) and when they had played that song they played another that was about broccoli and it went like this: broccoli, broccoli, broccoli-o-o-o-o-o! then the girl said if this really is a poem it should end about now (of course it didn't and the girl got sad) the girl cried and the peach cried with her but none of the men cried because they couldn't because they had been in the war and defeated the marshmallows and coffee and tea and orangutans the general looked at the ape and said boy, you sure look like an orangutan! and the ape said I'm not though so the general said oh, whatever and so the poem ended (and the girl stopped crying) |
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Rust
Forum Senior Member Joined: October 14 2005 Location: United States Status: Offline Points: 1148 |
Posted: August 24 2007 at 11:41 |
^ Very exciting.
I like it. Edited by Rust - August 24 2007 at 11:41 |
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We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart Its astart What we need is awareness we cant get careless Mental self defensive fitness Make everybody see in order to fight the powers that be |
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Vompatti
Forum Senior Member VIP Member Joined: October 22 2005 Location: elsewhere Status: Offline Points: 67407 |
Posted: August 24 2007 at 12:39 |
^ Thanks.
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