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Topic: Avant-Garde Slam Pseudo-Poetry!
Posted By: Anthony H.
Subject: Avant-Garde Slam Pseudo-Poetry!
Date Posted: July 23 2010 at 14:37
Write one line of a poem. Try to make as little sense as possible. Don't stop in mid-thought like you would in a "Silly Story" thread; write a complete line. You can continue the theme of the line above you, or you can write something entirely irrelevant and random. Star

I'll start:

The apples of winter tasted putrescent.




Replies:
Posted By: CPicard
Date Posted: July 23 2010 at 14:47
The taïkos went berserk and stormed the place.


Posted By: Anthony H.
Date Posted: July 23 2010 at 14:48
If life was a two-story tall barber shop, would Darwin have been wrong?


Posted By: Tarquin Underspoon
Date Posted: July 23 2010 at 16:32

Pringles.

Underclothes.
 
The beaver
   sees certain
     things that I
       cannot see
         because I am
            not the beaver.
 
Salt.
 
Muffins.
 
.....but then again, how do I know for sure?


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"WAAAAAAOOOOOUGH!    WAAAAAAAUUUUGGHHHH!!   WAAAAAOOOO!!!"

-The Great Gig in the Sky


Posted By: UndercoverBoy
Date Posted: July 23 2010 at 16:36
Originally posted by Tarquin Underspoon Tarquin Underspoon wrote:

Pringles.

Underclothes.
 
The beaver
   sees certain
     things that I
       cannot see
         because I am
            not the beaver.
 
Salt.
 
Muffins.
 
.....but then again, how do I know for sure?
"You don't" said the polythlene jackrabbit.  "But what do I know, for I am just a chome-plated megaphone pushed down the river of silence."


Posted By: Anthony H.
Date Posted: July 23 2010 at 16:40
I went to heaven with the rabbit, and Christ offered us his gun collection.


Posted By: irrelevant
Date Posted: July 24 2010 at 01:40
I felt as though I could have defied gravity itself. So I did coz i'm so badass.


Posted By: el dingo
Date Posted: July 24 2010 at 01:48
The pre-pubescent wombat trod stealthily, knowing his destiny was unquestionably linked to Gandalf's left trouserleg

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It's not that I can't find worth in anything, it's just that I can't find worth in enough.


Posted By: Any Colour You Like
Date Posted: July 24 2010 at 01:49
This is a poem
It does not exist.


Posted By: el dingo
Date Posted: July 24 2010 at 01:51
Just like the "goals for" column of the New Zealand World Cup team 2010, said ArchimedesWink

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It's not that I can't find worth in anything, it's just that I can't find worth in enough.


Posted By: Any Colour You Like
Date Posted: July 24 2010 at 01:54
They entered the stadium as others
They left as equals

They entered the stadium as others
They left as dream makers

They entered the stadium as hopefuls
They left as the defeated

But they were still more of a team than England.


(And were unbeaten).


Posted By: el dingo
Date Posted: July 24 2010 at 01:58

Clap

She offered her honour
He honoured her offer
And all the night long
He was on her and off her
 
Said the tortoise to the hare just before chucking out time in the bar


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It's not that I can't find worth in anything, it's just that I can't find worth in enough.


Posted By: Any Colour You Like
Date Posted: July 24 2010 at 02:02
He left, softly on the dull shrug of an eternal concrete mixer.


Posted By: el dingo
Date Posted: July 24 2010 at 02:06
Porphyria never really stood a chance, did she? Said the doorstep delivery guy as he swooned in the presence of the three-toed sloth

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It's not that I can't find worth in anything, it's just that I can't find worth in enough.


Posted By: Tarquin Underspoon
Date Posted: July 24 2010 at 02:13
I gnaw on the foot of courage.
 
My teeth. Laugh.
 
Ha ha ha ha.
 
Ha ha.
 
Ha.
 
 
 
 
Ha.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
....ha.


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"WAAAAAAOOOOOUGH!    WAAAAAAAUUUUGGHHHH!!   WAAAAAOOOO!!!"

-The Great Gig in the Sky


Posted By: Triceratopsoil
Date Posted: July 24 2010 at 02:26
"I have drunk entirely too much whisky in order to coherently complete this thought" thought the bearded man.

"ah," pondered the mustachioed monkey  "but you mean drank, do you not?"

"Well, I'm drunk, aren't I" replied the bearded man, cautiously thumbing the numbness out of his own nose.


Posted By: Alitare
Date Posted: July 24 2010 at 02:30
My girlfriend said I was a pedophile the other day...

I told her that was a very big word for an eight year old.

And then she beget numerous swans, whom flew in unison toward the beating sun, 'til all were cooked, dead.


Posted By: Any Colour You Like
Date Posted: July 24 2010 at 02:36
This is a Haiku
it is pretty bad for a
weathered haiku


Posted By: Triceratopsoil
Date Posted: July 24 2010 at 03:56
"so," continued the swimming pheasant, "as you have no doubt noticed by now, my heart is a hand grenade; every beat could potentially kill you and me both"

"Perhaps," mumbled Jacob, totally ignoring his charge, "I could woo her with my nasal tracts"

But we all know the end results, or lack thereof.


Posted By: Vompatti
Date Posted: July 24 2010 at 04:38
(No I did NOT read any of the above lines.)


Posted By: Falx
Date Posted: July 24 2010 at 09:28
A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace, and rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace LOL

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"You must go beyond the limit of the limit of your limits!" - Mr. Doctor
"It is our duty as men and women to proceed as though the limits of our abilities do not exist." - Pierre Teilhard de Chardin


Posted By: irrelevant
Date Posted: July 24 2010 at 21:59

Dark shadows crept forward like a letterbox stuck in the sand reaching out to the lost souls it once cheriched and fed upon. Evil master doomfacewhoisactuallyquiteaniceperson reacted to this by pounding his fist into the table in a fit of anger and doing a victory dance similar to that of a loser.



Posted By: Conor Fynes
Date Posted: July 24 2010 at 22:44
Lyke hello guyz
would you like some fries?
i baked them in a stove
upon a potato i drove.. upon
to make these chips for you to eat
now thats some kindness that can't be beat


Posted By: Vompatti
Date Posted: July 25 2010 at 09:55
Chicken & Chili
Chicken & Chili
Instead of Crispy Ducks this time
Instead of Crispy Ducks this time
Chicken & Chili
Chicken & Chili
Chicken & Chili
Chicken & Chili
OOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Posted By: Klogg
Date Posted: July 26 2010 at 08:28
That's the chaotic harmony of the birds


Posted By: RoeDent
Date Posted: July 26 2010 at 09:33
Crispy
                            Aromatic
                                                               DUCK!!!

How to live like...LIONS!


Posted By: Anthony H.
Date Posted: July 26 2010 at 11:20
Massive Latin-American pythons consumed our supply of Twinkies.


Posted By: Vompatti
Date Posted: July 26 2010 at 11:22
Thomas Pynchon consumed our supply of Latin-American pythons.


Posted By: yanch
Date Posted: July 26 2010 at 12:40
Pythons, Pythons everywhere and not a pig to feed 'em.


Posted By: RoeDent
Date Posted: July 26 2010 at 14:21
So we'll feed em with...LIONS!




Posted By: el dingo
Date Posted: July 26 2010 at 16:16
I walk alone
I have no phone
I never moan
My horse is roan
 
I'm never ratty
My words aren't catty
I'm not quite batty
My name's Vompatti


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It's not that I can't find worth in anything, it's just that I can't find worth in enough.


Posted By: Vompatti
Date Posted: July 26 2010 at 16:17
WUUUUUUUUUUT?!

I do moan. Disapprove


Posted By: el dingo
Date Posted: July 26 2010 at 16:25
The amateur never beats the proBig smile

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It's not that I can't find worth in anything, it's just that I can't find worth in enough.


Posted By: Anthony H.
Date Posted: July 26 2010 at 23:24
Go to the bathroom already, you swine of a child!


Posted By: RoeDent
Date Posted: July 27 2010 at 06:24
I've been to the bathroom, you chwine of a swild


Posted By: Anthony H.
Date Posted: July 27 2010 at 09:48
Well, we're not going to stop if you say you have to go.


Posted By: yanch
Date Posted: July 27 2010 at 12:35
Go, no stop, no go, no stop, no......oh hell just get on with it.


Posted By: Anthony H.
Date Posted: July 27 2010 at 15:54
It's time to conquer Yugoslavia!


Posted By: Vompatti
Date Posted: July 27 2010 at 15:56
Been there, done that. Oh, and
STOP MAKING THAT BEEPING SOUND UNDER MY WINDOW, YOU FOOL!!!! Angry


Posted By: Moogtron III
Date Posted: July 27 2010 at 16:38
Sounds are the scents of the ear, while smells are the insights of the nose.


Posted By: yanch
Date Posted: July 27 2010 at 18:25
My eyes have seen the glory of the running of my nose.


Posted By: Vompatti
Date Posted: July 27 2010 at 18:27
I can't stop picking mine.


Posted By: JJLehto
Date Posted: July 27 2010 at 18:27
Because my left 4 kidneys, hurt oh so much.
*bongo roll*


Posted By: Vompatti
Date Posted: July 27 2010 at 18:28
My baby left me 4 kidneys, and she ain't comin back no more.


Posted By: AtomicCrimsonRush
Date Posted: July 28 2010 at 08:58

Clean dead men away from the moon

we will save our resources from doom
 
The glass goblin made me see
 
what the world is to be
 
he was entranced by a poet
 
something had entered his throat
 
he was endangerd by glass
 
something about him had passed
 
I touched the forbidden glass case
 
i couldn't remember the android's face
 
I felt like a gotta know now
 
And in my day i lusted power
 
POWER! 
 


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Posted By: el dingo
Date Posted: July 29 2010 at 08:39
Power to the people right now (lots of tambourines jingle offstage and there are strange, badly-timed wailing noises that upset the listening hippies)

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It's not that I can't find worth in anything, it's just that I can't find worth in enough.


Posted By: RoeDent
Date Posted: July 30 2010 at 07:22
Avant-Garde Slam Pseudo-Poetry!


Posted By: AtomicCrimsonRush
Date Posted: August 06 2010 at 07:23
Your face is familiar
it seems so similar
to a far away place
AS i EAT Russian tea Cakes
and make strange poetic lines
the lost chord of dissonant crimes
blasting apart the fear
delving deeper into here
looking for something non existent
twisting the corners of persistence
becoming all pervading resistant
learning the meaning of insistence
 


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Posted By: Vompatti
Date Posted: May 30 2011 at 16:14
Bump.


Posted By: Henry Plainview
Date Posted: May 30 2011 at 16:42
VOMPATTI IS A SPAMBOT BAN HIM!!

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if you own a sodastream i hate you


Posted By: Alitare
Date Posted: May 31 2011 at 01:50
Cumembert E-lick-treat.


Posted By: The Neck Romancer
Date Posted: May 31 2011 at 15:06


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Posted By: Earendil
Date Posted: June 26 2011 at 23:09
*indistinguishable whispers*


Posted By: N-sz
Date Posted: June 26 2011 at 23:47
Slightly louder, I said a second time:

Originally posted by Eärendil Eärendil wrote:

*indistinguishable waspers*





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