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Running Poetry Thread
- Thread starter Volker Kirstein
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You do you, not everything you make has to be happy and cheerful.
STALKERLESS VICTIM
Your used q-tips
Have lost their appeal to me
Here’s your trash back
Your used q-tips
Have lost their appeal to me
Here’s your trash back
Transported
Tre, Pol and Pen,
we come,
we Cornish men,
and womenfolk,
transported.
The copper the cause,
we mine the copper,
bronze bound masters
in the city of churches.
Six generations,
gone.
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The Moment.
Her face was a poem, inviting me
her hair a cadence as it danced for the breeze
Emotions flowed, a river uncharted
and from my lips words gently departed
closer now, nothing more to say
her smile the bridge, the path, the way
I couldn't imagine more perfect peace
the sweetest memory, without blemish or crease.
Ok...so don't tell anyone at work...they'll thing I'm soft lol.
Her face was a poem, inviting me
her hair a cadence as it danced for the breeze
Emotions flowed, a river uncharted
and from my lips words gently departed
closer now, nothing more to say
her smile the bridge, the path, the way
I couldn't imagine more perfect peace
the sweetest memory, without blemish or crease.
Ok...so don't tell anyone at work...they'll thing I'm soft lol.
SENILITY
I swear I just rolled a cigarette
It’s nowhere to be found
Lately it seems I always forget
Absentmindedness abounds
They say that memory's the second to go
I forget the first
I try to make words about senility flow
And uhhh… uhhh… uhhh… yeah
I swear I just rolled a cigarette
It’s nowhere to be found
Lately it seems I always forget
Absentmindedness abounds
They say that memory's the second to go
I forget the first
I try to make words about senility flow
And uhhh… uhhh… uhhh… yeah
UNTITLED 121
Molecules of us
Dancing in the air
Aromatic amino acid strings
Pirouette
On vomeronasal receptors
Lizard brain leaps
Into conflagration
Molecules of us
Dancing in the air
Aromatic amino acid strings
Pirouette
On vomeronasal receptors
Lizard brain leaps
Into conflagration
I USED TO BE A DAD
I used to be a dad
I used to have a home
A family
A life
Dogs
Cats
A garden
Mulch piles
Distinct seasons
I hunted deer and elk
We feasted on those deer and elk
We floated rivers in the wilderness
We climbed glaciers
We went hot springing
We did PTA things
It was heaven
I slept surrounded by love
After the apocalypse
Except for some all too rare visits
From south of the border
I slept alone
Somewhere not my own
For a long, long time
Eventually
Everything disappeared
Eventually
I got used to it
Kinda
After the second apocalypse
I slept alone
In a place kinda my own
For a long, long time
Eventually
I disappeared
Eventually
I found myself on an island of relative peace
An eye of calm
In the maelstrom
During the third apocalypse
I didn't sleep alone
Until tonight
Tonight
As a fourth apocalypse seems nigh
My talisman of calm, that eye
Rushes towards that very maelstrom
From which my fears are springing from
Tonight
I know in my head she won't be near
I know in my heart I still feel fear
Tonight
I sleep alone
I used to be a dad
I used to have a home
A family
A life
Dogs
Cats
A garden
Mulch piles
Distinct seasons
I hunted deer and elk
We feasted on those deer and elk
We floated rivers in the wilderness
We climbed glaciers
We went hot springing
We did PTA things
It was heaven
I slept surrounded by love
After the apocalypse
Except for some all too rare visits
From south of the border
I slept alone
Somewhere not my own
For a long, long time
Eventually
Everything disappeared
Eventually
I got used to it
Kinda
After the second apocalypse
I slept alone
In a place kinda my own
For a long, long time
Eventually
I disappeared
Eventually
I found myself on an island of relative peace
An eye of calm
In the maelstrom
During the third apocalypse
I didn't sleep alone
Until tonight
Tonight
As a fourth apocalypse seems nigh
My talisman of calm, that eye
Rushes towards that very maelstrom
From which my fears are springing from
Tonight
I know in my head she won't be near
I know in my heart I still feel fear
Tonight
I sleep alone
IT'S THAT TIME
Second cup of coffee
Those of you that know me
Know what happens next
The time of day that I like best
Come along and join me
It's time for Morning Glory
>click! <
*bubble bubble*
>whoosh! <
.
.
.
.
*cough*
Second cup of coffee
Those of you that know me
Know what happens next
The time of day that I like best
Come along and join me
It's time for Morning Glory
>click! <
*bubble bubble*
>whoosh! <
.
.
.
.
*cough*
Less no less
The like spike: just one
finger ringer deathly inner
dike don't clog it proper
Sci-finitely visions
ex-comp
art mental geyser
post a pock
elliptic tickle
Ululation, Icing
finger ringer deathly inner
dike don't clog it proper
V
ex-comp
art mental geyser
post a pock
elliptic tickle
Ululation, Icing
V
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Gettin' up early and hittin' the b0ng,
Sweet sugar cookie rollin' all night long,
Drivin' that van with the high beams on,
Pfeffernuss rocks from dusk 'til dawn!
(Yo.)
Sweet sugar cookie rollin' all night long,
Drivin' that van with the high beams on,
Pfeffernuss rocks from dusk 'til dawn!
(Yo.)
Nightmares. Coffee. Smoke.
Tribulations. Emptiness.
Hope. Respite. Repeat.
Tribulations. Emptiness.
Hope. Respite. Repeat.
ZEN FOR BRUNCH
In a garden
A Disciple asks of his Master
“Can a dog achieve Nirvana?”
The Master considers, looks askance
And then, with a disdainful glance
“Arf” he says
Dog backwards is god
Wow
Wow upside down is mom
Mom upside down is
Dad’s favorite
Now go fall in the forest
See if anyone hears you
In a garden
A Disciple asks of his Master
“Can a dog achieve Nirvana?”
The Master considers, looks askance
And then, with a disdainful glance
“Arf” he says
Dog backwards is god
Wow
Wow upside down is mom
Mom upside down is
Dad’s favorite
Now go fall in the forest
See if anyone hears you
The sea.
God's dream.
Smooth, silent, stormy.
Cruel when angered.
Ocean.
God's dream.
Smooth, silent, stormy.
Cruel when angered.
Ocean.
Days bubbbled away.
Bourbon brought the sunlit night.
The future is clear.
Bourbon brought the sunlit night.
The future is clear.
Hats off! Deep bows! Wizard of a visual pun poem! I actually chortled out loud!But!
Even though I haven't sight-read in years, and not on a regular basis since high school, I saw an immediate flaw...
While this works (well!) in Treble clef, we're BASS players! No clef was specified, so we assume Bass clef.
D would not be:
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-o-
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^That^ is an F. D would be:
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---
-o-
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So, naturally, we read the visual as "F pressed deep!"
You'd think this was a silly nitpick, but if I saw it immediately, and had to stop and mentally re-group... someone else will, too.
If you run across someone who reads Baritone, Tenor or Soprano clef, then all bets are off...
