Poems without Explanations.

[ImTheOnlyOne]

This
could have been
a sentence
had
I punctuated it
correctly
and not
hit
return
so often
English.
How does it work?

 

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This
could have been
a sentence
had
I punctuated it
correctly
and not
hit
return
so often
English.
How does it work?

But it turned out to be a Modernist inquiry into the existential vagaries of linguistic semantics. Or, in Baudrillardian terms, an exploration of the disconnect between reality and hyperreality in Postmodern discourse.

 

[mongo2]

But it turned out to be a Modernist inquiry into the existential vagaries of linguistic semantics. Or, in Baudrillardian terms, an exploration of the disconnect between reality and hyperreality in Postmodern discourse.

In McLuhanarian terms, "The medium is the messege." In Solonian terms, "It's not my fault."

 

[Lance Bunyon]

Eyes dripping freely
Singing bass laryngitis
This coffee needs more

 

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In McLuhanarian terms, "The medium is the messege." In Solonian terms, "It's not my fault."

In Bullwinklian terms, "Watch me pull a rabbit outa my hat!"

 

[Discount Bassy]

Myopic vision.
Hungry men seek stones for food.
Wallets fat with death.

Carrots are divine.
Half a dozen for a dime.
Abracadabra.

Beets are just as nice
Cooked in vinegar and spice.
Pocus-cadabra.

 

[mongo2]

In Bullwinklian terms, "Watch me pull a rabbit outa my hat!"

"Wrong hat."

 

[ImTheOnlyOne]

If your heart is warm
I heart you
If your head is cold
I hat you
If you're on a sheet
I heat you
Once you're on the plate
I eat you

 

[ImTheOnlyOne]

Recipe schmecipe
I'll just use my eyes
A pinch of this a dash of that
Prepare for a surprise
Reheat your expectations
Tupperware a smile
You get to lick the beaters
We're cooking Granny style

 

[Funky Ghost]

Am I more than my thoughts and dreams?
Actions matter too, it seems.
Would I be happier with the answer?
Or would it eat at me like a cancer.

Living present, in the moment, at one
being eternally open to what comes

Has sufficed for me, been good advice to me

But just lately, as I've aged
And my health has turned a page

I find the questions of my youth whispering quietly

I'm not looking for praise
Or absolution from all of my yesterdays

It's just introspection, self reflection

I am the artist of my life
Held the brush, sometimes too tight
Painted over what wasn't right
Or was I hiding it from sight?

In the end, I am I
No more, no less
I could lie
And say I did my best

What's the point?

I am I

 

[ImTheOnlyOne]

You're my and-a
Cuter than a panda
I'm-a gonna land ya
Wave my magic wand
Like your ta ta
Wanna have a ti ti?
Get you on the floor for
Two-e and a three four
Countin' out the intro
Boppin' to the rhyth-mo
Everybody get so
low
low
low
low
LOOK at the time!
I gotta go

 

[Discount Bassy]

New clouds for shouting.
New good old days to pine for.
Some things will not change.

 

[S-Bigbottom]

Invalid Link Removed

 

[Winslow]

Doesn't much like the new forum thing,
Now just gets kicked in the ding-ding.

 

[Discount Bassy]

Construction site woes:
No hot towels in Port-A-Johns!
Unconscionable!

 

[ImTheOnlyOne]

To wreck an awesome
Forum
You violate
Decorum
Pollute our screens with
Ads
That kick us in the
Nads
With pages loading
Slower
The paid subscribers
Glower

 

[Discount Bassy]

Change is a constant.
Backwards is not an option.
Adapt or suffer.

 

[ImTheOnlyOne]

The consequences after
Tears besides the laughter
At a deed a whose time'd come
What came before is done
Not meaning to diminish
Did you finish?

 

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A curmudgeonly bunch of old farts
Are currently quite out of sorts
Their board was upgraded
And their enjoyment has faded
As you can tell from their snarky remarks

 

[Discount Bassy]

Shadows in darkness.
Light becomes the outlier.
Bleak optimism.

Living in darkness,
A firefly becomes the sun,
Casting no shadows.

Luck: fickle, fleeting.
A game played with no winners.
Yet, all strive to cheat.

Words of inaction
Grease the wheels of death's carriage.
Hope keeps the road smooth.