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    Post Your Poetry

    I've always been kind of big on poetry and I thought it would be nice to have a thread similar to the random photo's thread but for poetry.

    Here's a cute little diddy that I wrote a few years ago:

    Fragaria's Fire

    The blushing dusk
    cannot compare
    to fields with your flowers
    pinned sweetly to the grass.

    The rage of time
    insignificant,
    in the atmosphere
    of your passionate life.

    And the tides of my tongue,
    who ache with lust,
    they cannot resist
    or be safe from you.

    Yellow seed
    riding zephyrs
    in these waves
    of cerise syrup.

    Let me taste
    your red skin,
    bite the kernel
    of your core.

    Peel out love,
    tasting sugar,
    and take out life.

    Wet to the touch
    soft pink folds
    though, plucked,
    death comes slow.
    I like it because it's one of my simpler poems. I did really complex, long poems when I was young and they were just cluttered messes. This is from a series of sexuality poems I did in college.

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    I wouldn't post your poetry here.

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    No no, please, continue.

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    These are a couple I have written. I've written a lot. Some are good, some are not. I like these two. The first one is quite literal, the second is not.
    I liked it. Here's some criticism.

    The Vaginal Canal
    The Pee Chute
    Good title, but see below why I suggest you change it.

    Current mood:go down baby
    Nice.

    Ah yeah baby, it is the first pee chute,
    I mean before there was the whole
    nuclear leak thing.

    Very interesting. But "pee chute" works better than love canal, and goes better with the "nuclear leak thing"

    Me prefer 2 live close to my and our disease.

    "my and our disease". The speaker is so distraught that the rules of grammar fail her. Take advantage of this.

    And ya know, me believe it is Great
    Equalizer.
    Cause me know that you and I be through
    it,
    And so have lot other fucked up mutherfuckers.

    Very poignant. The misspelling of "motherfucker" really lets the reader into the mind of the speaker, and also blurs race issues-- something that is further strengthened by the incorrect grammar I suggest. Is the speaker a ghetto fab lady, an Asian lady working at Burger King? Really makes the reader think about racism in our world.

    However, the poignancy ends before the reader assimilates the impact. I suggest adding another stanza here, to convey the Apocalypse of 2012 that I feel this poem is about.


    2012 apokalypse,
    muthafucka
    u denied,
    u denied,
    & euthanized
    the paradise.

    Attenion please (hey-oh!),
    the paradigm:
    Burger King
    ain't got no more
    burgers, son
    Burger King
    ain't got no more
    burgers,
    because
    Burger King
    burn down.
    But
    babby
    want a burger
    and me want
    world peace.


    But so did the son of god,
    which was god
    incarnate.

    Perfect ending
    Overall I really liked it.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Mancy View Post
    Very poignant. The misspelling of "motherfucker" really lets the reader into the mind of the speaker, and also blurs race issues-- something that is further strengthened by the incorrect grammar I suggest. Is the speaker a ghetto fab lady, an Asian lady working at Burger King? Really makes the reader think about racism in our world.

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    Unhappy Just a little something I've been working on.

    You, tea, I

    The mimsy of despair,
    unfurling fleshy red,
    "bloo bloo blah blah a-bloo blah bloo."

    You visited me once,
    days after the discharge,
    your kindling eyes
    burning through me in a golden arch
    and into the snow that settled in
    my garden.

    "Take of this cranberry juice" you said.
    And I did, so
    juicy and

    "tart."

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    Quote Originally Posted by Fish Custard View Post
    You, tea, I

    The mimsy of despair,
    unfurling fleshy red,
    "bloo bloo blah blah a-bloo blah bloo."

    You visited me once,
    days after the discharge,
    your kindling eyes
    burning through me in a golden arch
    and into the snow that settled in
    my garden.

    "Take of this cranberry juice" you said.
    And I did, so
    juicy and

    "tart."
    Deep, man. "The mimsy of my despair". Wow. So evocative. Grazes the deepest human emotion, which is what poetry aspires to do.

    Here's mine:

    The Terror of My Waking

    Current mood:
    If I've killed one man,
    I've killed two
    --Sylvia Plath

    This is the terror of my waking.
    This is the error of my ways.

    The bed is as suffocating
    as a baby in a plastic bag.

    My heart is a bruised
    prune, seedless.

    This man's heedless love
    has laid waste to my soul.

    This is the terror of my awakening.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Mancy View Post
    Deep, man. "The mimsy of my despair". Wow. So evocative. Grazes the deepest human emotion, which is what poetry aspires to do.

    Here's mine:

    The Terror of My Waking

    Current mood:
    If I've killed one man,
    I've killed two
    --Sylvia Plath

    This is the terror of my waking.
    This is the error of my ways.

    The bed is as suffocating
    as a baby in a plastic bag.

    My heart is a bruised
    prune, seedless.

    This man's heedless love
    has laid waste to my soul.

    This is the terror of my awakening
    .
    I don't suppose that it was a gay awakening, just curious.

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    Quote Originally Posted by SMMY View Post
    I don't suppose that it was a gay awakening, just curious.
    It might be, and it might not be. It is whatever you want it to be about. Who am I, as a poet, to tell you what a poem is about? After all, all poetry and all art is subjective. I feel compelled to write. It is a spiritual experience for me. My poems are my essence, but like vanilla essence in a cake, you can only taste a hint of it. You have to give your soul over to the imagination to really *grasp* a poem, you have to eat the poem like a cake, and the crumbs that fall on your shirt and sometimes inside your shirt are the gifts that poems give the world.

    How about for the rest of you????? What are your thoughts on art?

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    I do enjoy comical poetry too.

    This is a children's poem:

    The shittiest shit

    The shittiest shit,
    That had ever been shat
    From the butt of a mouse
    And the ass of a bat,
    Was gritty and grimy and totally flat
    The shittiest shit that had ever been shat.

    It was squishy and squashy
    And looked like a shoe
    It was purple and black,
    with a slight tinge of blue.

    The texture was oozy and gooey,
    like slime.
    Though it felt rough and ragged,
    all at the same time!

    I covered it up with the tail of a rat
    And swept a few bits under my welcome mat
    Even hid a piece beneath my old top hat,
    The shittiest shit that had ever been shat.

    It was loathsome and awful
    Putrescent as well,
    Though if you were a fly
    You would think it quite swell.

    But it does me no good
    on the floor of my flat.
    And I’ve got to thank
    That mouse and that bat ...

    For the shittiest shit, that had ever been shat.


    I'm so making a children's book.
    Last edited by SageBrushFire; 06-23-2010 at 06:53 PM.

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    Myself and Mancy just co-wrote some poetry on the fly on IM. It was very BEAT inspired I think:

    you smell like sugar snatch crumpet balloons

    u like that big boi?
    how are you?

    I'd be better if you weren't so scratchy

    I'm afraid I don't know what that means

    that's ok
    I'll try confuse you less more
    by writing
    like poets that write words that go
    well together
    like a baker, baking ingredients
    bake me a poem

    hahahha

    You are a poet at heart
    writing lines that shine
    If only I had the hart
    to make you all mine

    all
    mine

    WHY DO YOU
    like
    RIDING HIPPOS
    anser me
    anser
    me
    anser
    ANSER
    me.
    please

    He rubs
    my back better than u

    IT GOES all the WAY
    up my GOWL
    and it's fuckin big
    it's GOTTA BE BIG
    it's GOTTA BE BIG BOY

    ur fat-hlone
    he is a gentlemen
    and he rubs my back better than u

    22:48
    im drinking the best tea ever right now

    oh yeah?
    ASS TEA

    if b yass tea you mean Ass of Jamie Bamber tea, then yes

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    I sat under the poet tree
    and a poet limb fell on me
    and a poet twig scratched my eye
    now I can't write poet try

    TAR-DAR!!

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    Quote Originally Posted by SageBrushFire View Post
    I do enjoy comical poetry too.



    I'm so making a children's book.

    Too bad "Everybody Poops" has already been taken. "Everybody Drops (brown)Kids off at The Pool" hasn't been done yet though. You could be on to something.

    here's mine for the day.

    I sit at work
    i stand at work
    I talk at work
    i work hard
    It's hard work
    i hardly work.


    I'm still working on it. It's a work in progress.

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    ^ I see you are employing modernist techniques, it is kafkaesque in subject matter and hypnotic in its repetitive and limited vocabulary. Here is your poetry grant.

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