Operation: Poetry

[T1014]

I personally over the years have fallen in love with writing, and I know the old thread Rhyme O' Times was a big hit for awhile, though in recent times I had posted and no one else was contributing. I expect more from here on out.

So here's the thread to put your epics or your ditties, your poems and raps, your haiku's and your verses, your limericks and your rhymes.

I'll start it with an old one of mine...



Ghosts
The wall, now cracked and old,
Crumbling day to day,
Standing not so bold,
As with the entire town’s decay.

The porch, worn, rotting and tattered,
Wrapping around the abode,
The windows gone, shattered,
All seen from a winding dirt road.

A road scarcely traveled,
A town rarely seen,
With so many secrets to be unraveled.
Forgotten, old, rotting, unclean… but more goes unseen

The whispers in the rotten walls,
The tip-toes on the broken steps,
A creak as each footstep falls,
A stain for every tear a child wept.

The knock on every hinge-less door,
The laughter as the swing out front sways,
A child having fun, but wanting even more
A call from his mom that ends the fun today

The cooling breeze, walking to his mom,
The distraction of a great and towering tree,
A call from it is strong but calm,
As he walks to the swaying branches in his glee

But now the tree is dead and gloomy,
What happened to this town,
In all its simplistic beauty,
Now just old, torn walls to be found.

The brown haired mutt lying on the porch,
A glimmer in its eyes,
Raising its head,
Straining to hear the old man’s sighs

The man rocking gently in his chair,
His sighs are snores,
Waking to feel the breeze stiffen through his thinning hair,
As he pats his dog, rain begins to pour

The man stands up and goes inside,
He opens the screen, the door,
To show where the dog and he reside,
A humble home needing nothing more.

Now an empty shack,
No longer glowing with warmth and love,
Now cold and grey, except the coal so black,
The crows as black replacing fluttering doves.

The whispers in the walls not seen,
As the stains on the steps aren’t heard,
As the homes have lost their people, thus their gleam,
But those forgotten still find a way to speak their words,

Spoken is the abandonment,
And in a soft reply, nature works its course each day,
To fulfill their sentiment,
In a separate way.

[bengaaaaals1688]

Damn that's really good... I had just asked you in your introduction thread about you writing poems lol.

How old are you??

[T1014]

Damn that's really good... I had just asked you in your introduction thread about you writing poems lol.

How old are you??

14, soon 15 in October (yay!)

[topscribe]

Fantastic!

Thank you, T ! :beer:

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[topscribe]

As long as we're willing to create,
To exchange our poems and relate,
This thread will go on for a long, long while,
Someone will post, and do it in style.

Been too busy to sit and dream up things,
My mind starts to work, then the telephone rings,
I'll go somewhere quiet and work on a verse,
But something's gone wrong somewhere, and it's getting only worse.

So I come back and read the genius of my peers,
I read the beauty, the sadness, the joys, and the fears,
And I realize these are more than just words in a post,
I must dare to share, and for a moment I'm the host.

You can find most anything here, in more than one forum,
But this thread is where you'll find the most in decorum,
Oh, as long as I'm around, I'll make sure this thread will live,
I've taken so much in here, I've no choice but to give.

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[T1014]

School's been harsh
Worried about tests
Running after
Darn tired the past few days
Been meaning to write some poems
But the time just seems to drift away
I'm feeling lucky
That I've got my friends, my fam
My smarts and laughter
But I'm missing my writing.
Wrote a poem in English,
But giving me a topic
Is not the same
As in just random delighting
Recalling a dream
Knowing emotion
Wanting to scream
In glee or frustration
Or holding it in
To let it out in a slew of words
That make no sense to me or to you
Or maybe in some backwards way they do...
I'm so tired right now
From cross country running
That my brain is done...
Sorry but it's true
What a long, long run
Assured to you tomorrow,
Those to-be-done-another-day poems
Started last week
Will be recieving my brainpower
As the homework is light
And I'll tweak them up
To share with you
When they are just right



(hehe)

[topscribe]

It's been years since I've seen you,
My lifelong friend,
But the distance cannot threaten
A friendship without end.

I remember the days
We walked around the track
Sharing our joys and our fears thru laughter and tears,
As we reached to bring our mem'ries back.

We knew the day was coming
When we went our separate ways,
But we knew we would meet again,
We both would count the days.

Now here I am with thoughts of you,
Our lives across me flashing past,
I could never have imagined the sorrow I feel,
Yet with the joy of knowing I'll see you again,
When my life, too, is past.

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[bengaaaaals1688]

14, soon 15 in October (yay!)

Damn... you have a really good vocab for someone so young.:salute:(That is the only smiley I miss):(

[bengaaaaals1688]

Top and T... you are both very good poets. I will post a few when I get some more, but the ones I have written are either at home, terrible, or both lol.

[topscribe]

Damn... you have a really good vocab for someone so young.:salute:(That is the only smiley I miss):(
You ain't seen nothing yet!

T1014 has a bunch more of it, and it's all beautiful!! :beer:

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[T1014]

Damn... you have a really good vocab for someone so young.:salute:(That is the only smiley I miss):(

Practicing poetry and reading expands vocab, and I enjoy doing both of these things, so :D

[bengaaaaals1688]

You ain't seen nothing yet!

T1014 has a bunch more of it, and it's all beautiful!! :beer:

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Oh I know she does... I always tried to convince her to post more on BMania, once I found out that she wrote poetry, but I never really knew about the Rhymes O' the Times thread, so I always wanted her to make a new thread for each poem lol.

T- that is a very good point lol.:turtle:

[dogfish]

message board haiku
thank god for the blue background
way to go tned

[T1014]

Stories

Not the simplest day
to recall my forever’s
my currents
my future endeavors
For shadows and demons
keep my thoughts to the ground
for thoughts are fear
when all is not found
But I’m lost in these
anyways. Not for longing
or to mis-remember
Amidst all the world’s wrongings
Its all for nothing.
In worlds of thunderstorms, I am pained
where fear of being struck
keeps from pleasure in the rain
Stranger then,
when tiger pounces on a boy
leaving men to meander about the facts
to the bookworm’s only joy
The storms rage on,
leaving them, walking in the rain,
to cry for the stories of those gone,
fearing for the absent blood stain
worse than that is the memory of
all that is passed, told on and on
in a tale of passion or love
in a legend so real of the past heroes gone
the magic of the story
of the knowledge and venture
of the tiger’s crimson bright glory
lifts my head above the clouds
as the world runs by, heels to the ground
the tales of quest purify the hearts
remember a time without world’s hectic sounds
to strengthen a spirit, to uplift man

[topscribe]

I respect my elders.
Always have and still do, even at my present age.
That is the way I was raised.

I respect authority.
That includes those in office, police, my bosses, and my pastors.
That is the way I was raised.

I respect my siblings.
They have the same genes. They are part of me.
That is the way I was raised.

I respect my friends, my neighbors, and my co-workers.
That is the way I was raised.

I respect the stranger on the street.
That is the way I was raised.

I carry the ultimate respect for my God and my country.
That is the way I was raised.

I respect my parents, even though they have moved on.
They are the ones who raised me that way.

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[topscribe]

We've been apart so long, so very long,
Yet we've never been utterly apart.
When you left, you took you from me,
But you also left with my heart.

After all these years,
My love has not subsided.
Tho' I have not heard your voice,
Anywhere I have resided.

Can you hear my call, my cry,
Can you see your empty chair?
Can you still show the thrill you once felt,
When I fussed o'er the highlights in your hair?

Tho' we've been apart, we've never divoced,
Can you explain why that must be?
Yet your wall stands tall, betwixt us, Dear,
And I cannot bring you back to me.

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[dogfish]

now the season starts
opening day almost here
kick some ass, broncos!

[melissAnn]

wow topscribe very personal- ok that took guts so here we go

A Desire
A Remembered Desire,
a whisper of possibility.

I entertained
and it breathed again
an ambition, a craving, a hunger awakened.
I am tempted
and it thrives,
flourishing in my hesitation.
It is an unquenchable thirst-
a longing, a lust,
a bloodlust.
An impulsive urge-
a passion for the unknown.
A want- no a need
a starving need-
burning,
painful.
I am raging, aching,
desperate for what I can not have.
~bitter-sweet~
The intensity is overwhelming-
this agonizing arousal.
An infatuation and devotion that defy logic,
a twisting seduction,
a terrible, terrible ache.

I suffer at my own hand.
I am loyal to the mania.
It is madness, delirium,
and I am in love with it.

I am a monster on a tether,
calm yet violent.
I can not release it.
I will not destroy it.

So I am back where I began,
and it will lurk in the recesses-
in the darkness where I may visit it.
Where I can tenderly neglect it;
and I will relish the affliction.

A Remembered Desire,
a whisper of possibility.

[lex]

Its five-seven-five
Get it in your heads, you guys
I silently weep

[frenchfan]

Do you mean this horny creep
Set upon weary feet
Who looks in need of sleep
That doesn't come
This twisted, tortured mess
This bed of sinfulness
Who's longing for some rest
And feeling numb

What do you expect of me
What is it you want?
Whatever you've planned for me
I'm not the one

A vicious appetite
Visits me each night
And won't be satisfied
Won't be denied
An unbearable pain
A beating in my brain
That leaves the mark of cain
Right here inside

What am I supposed to do?
When everything that I've done
Is leading me to conclude
I'm not the one

Is there something you need from me?
Are you having your fun?
I never agreed to be
Your Holy One

Whatever I've done
I've been staring down the Barrel of a Gun

[melissAnn]

I wrote after watching the very beginning of the iraq war--geeze 4 years ago... I watched those first bombs hit with the rest of america on cnn... it was a surreal experience.

Iraqi Freedom
As I sit in my living room
I’m watching my TV
and observe as a war comes to orgasm.
The tension has built
to a climax of aggression
as millions of people look on.

Then my vigilance is rewarded
as the first glimmer of fighting
is published by the media at large.
The horizon is lit up
by invisible weapons
as they rain down death from the stars.

About 3 seconds later
I hear the explosion
as the impact tears open the earth.
And then another and another
as the sky blazes red
and I wonder how many are hurt.

I sit there in shock
as I’m watching destruction
and anxiety builds in my soul.
So I pick up the remote
and change the channel
nauseated by my lack of control.

[frenchfan]

Something came across his life
He just began to enjoy it
He just began to love it
He just began to need it
May be he started to be addicted
Shouldn’t had he played with fire?
Now he’s put on the wire

He started to ache for more
But somehow he was just torn
Someone killed the little boy
Someone stole all his joy
Couldn’t he realize that in the end
That was more than a sinful game?

He knew that that was not a game
He knew that he would find the pain
What else could have been planned?
There is no blame but just pain.

[bengaaaaals1688]

Nothing too special... wrote it in Political Science the other day...

I'm taking my time
To no lose my mind.
I know one day I will find
What is necessary for my life.
Today ain't that day
But I have no shame.
My fear is gone
I can be alone
While I wait for my home.
I have become more outgoing
Those who know me
Know the level of difficulty
I had to reach to make it work.
People get hurt
Even when they don't deserve.
Life ain't fair,
But life is there.
Time heals all
No matter how hard you fall,
Just stand tall
To keep from bouncing off the wall.

[Requiem / The Dagda]

Have any examples of your own poetry or song-writing you'd like to display here? Do so. :)

[topscribe]

Gotta bump this thread before I head for bed,
Can't ignore this lore and leave it for dead,
How could I sleep, knowing it is so deep
In this forum, a thread we just have to keep.

Somebody post!

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[melissAnn]

I wrote this for my mother in law- she has several fish tanks- all salt water with coral and sea horses and all sorts of neat stuff- you can get lost looking at it.


Fish Tank
Crystal, sparkling, liquescent, azure;
captivating my optics.
Drawing me into its dwarfish world-
ensnaring my imagination.
The hue and intensity corral my vision,
as my eyes, like the fish, dart to and fro.
At each glance I find an intriguing new venture…
as I give way to the ebb and the flow.

Unfathomable beauty,
with an aqueous allure.
As I contemplate, my soul takes a breath.
My mind is in wonder,
as my perception is bent…
and my consciousness waves within depths.

[Requiem / The Dagda]

This isn't mine, but it is inspiring.


Transistor Radio
Performed by Cloud Cult


I heard grandpa on my transistor radio,
Though he turned in his bones twenty years ago,
And he said, "Kid, theres something that I'd like to show you,
Get your things, its time for us to go"
So I grabbed my backpack, my flashlight, and a bag of caramel corn,
I got my bicycle, and the radio, and I had it on the road, I said
"I'm ready for what I'm about to see, Yup"

I headed north to rain that turned to snow
Through rusty towns and dusty gravel roads
And I said, "Grandpa, where is this thing you wanted to show me?"
He said, "Kid, you got a long way to go"
So I went through canyons, caves and catacombs, I sailed on bicycle boats
I slept in chapels and brothels, I met the nicest folks
I said, "I'm ready for what I'm about to see, Yup"

I heard grandpa on my transistor radio
He said, "Kid, its time for me to go,
And I know that there was something that I wanted to show you,
But its time for you to find it on your own."
"Let me tell you about rage when a signal died that day,
Theres nothing out there and I don't care; Its to take my life away
I'm not ready and I don't want to see, Nope"

Its been years since I heard my transistor radio
Yet I keep going to where it seems I'm meant to go
And I finally realized what he wanted to show me
Where I've been, where I am, its the show
Where I've been, where I am, its the show
Where I've been, where I am, its the show

[Snapping Turtle]

I love poetry...here is one of my favorites I wrote:

Down the Road on a Friday Night
Down the road and over by the highway,
is a place where the boys go to play.
They lace up their cleats and put on their pads,
and many home fans fill up the stands.
The grass is kept green, the end zone kept white,
not a better place on a Friday night.
They run to the field like a great stampede,
covered with wounds that have begun to bleed.
The people they yell and shout out loud cheers,
the boys on the field run from all their fears.
The ball is sent soaring into the air,
playing the games is their only real care.
They run down the field hitting and bumping
those in the stands are yelling and jumping.
They focus on the sport, it is their life,
the students, the men, and the angry wife.
Fans yell at the coach, they aren’t happy,
if their team loses they will feel crappy.
Down on the field the boys run and hit,
to the other end zone they have to get.
Running and weaving they move the ball,
the crowd roars when the ref makes a bad call.
A loss of five yards the team must go back,
common sense the referee does lack.
He jumps back and is going to throw it,
a great play, the rivals don’t know it.
He catches the ball and runs through the grass,
many strong defensemen he will soon pass.
A touchdown is scored, time to celebrate,
the rivals all look on, bitter with hate.
Half-time is near, it is getting so close,
the brown football glides through the yellow posts.
Cheerleaders dance in the center most field,
many a hot dog the vendors do yield.
The team talks about their brand new game plan,
what would they do without the twelfth man?
The battle goes on like a little war,
the team wants this more than ever before.
The fans keep on yelling louder, yet still,
earn another victory they will.
The seconds tick down on the scoreboard clock,
the rival team the Tigers did rock.
They run to the fence, they start to sing out loud,
the fans and the players are all very proud.

[dogfish]

wow, some good stuff in here. . . melissAnn, i particularly liked #18-- very deep! here's a little something lighthearted. . . . . .


Ode to Coffee


like tattered clouds
the cobwebs
stretch
across the undefined
landscape of perception--

peering none too certainly,
we pause

on the doorstep of dawn,
one foot still
in the semi-lucid world of dreams
what friend will guide us
past that brave threshold?

warm darkness forming
A bridge to daylight,
a bittersweet reminder
of mornings past—
the presence of
an old friend
filling our reluctant limbs with life
bringing us courage
to face another day,
eyes now open and unafraid.


:coffee:

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rivals dogs for the title "man's best friend. . . . :lol:


i think i need another cup. . . .

[T1014]

So I haven't posted in forever and I'm sad to see this dead thread... :rip:



so this is a poem that I've been working on for awhile... not sure if even like it, but yea... here it is.


The Lake

Wavering moon reflected,
Broken.

Warmer than the night.
Ascend the steamy tendrils.

Drifts the tarnished
One-man boat.

Rugged beard adorns his throat,
Guiding the whitewashed wood.

The two old friends together one last time,
To find their elusive prize.

Here, a graying man,
Searching for his fame.

Chances come and gone,
But this was where he shone.

Wrinkled dim and dulling eyes,
Useless

But on this water, on this night,
All such is naught, for all is right.

For Old may be a silent beast,
But his prideful fires still will roar.

He leaves this night in triumph or in vain,
But so sick of his defeat...

The relic finds his retribution,
His vengeance for the pain.

His lavish lure splashes in the water,
Ripples ravage at the moon’s reflection.

Tempted by the bait,
Glides a grandeur giant

Scaly skin, snaking tail,
Dragon in the water.

The boat creaks its rotting wood,
As the old man creaks his weakened bones.


The water, clear and illusory,
Magnifies intensity and strength.

Owner of the lake,
Deceiver of the line.

A careless taker of the bait,
But still uncaught, to his ever-aging hate.

[T1014]

A single falling flake,
Falling, falling down.
Staining deep into the ground.

A solitary speck,
A pure white thing, a precious cold
Not weak, but bold.

Echoes of a floating leaf,
Bare, naked trees,
Stiffened in the cold, cold breeze.

So many of its peers,
Dot the air, the ground,
Melting slowly without sound.

Gentle,
Forgiving so soon, forgotten as fast,
It cannot, will not last.

A blanket on the ground,
Wrought upon the dirt, the land,
Whiter than even the blankest, Caribbean sand.

[T1014]

Fear

Don’t cry to me, little child
I feel not your pain
I have no face
I have no touch

Have not heart in me…
This cold,
metal weapon: I have only such,
trembling in my hands.

I fear nothing as you do
Owner of this virgin trigger
Here we stand.
Your innocence beyond

Your brimming, fearful tears,
And my brewing, nervous sweat,
Ripples in a timid pond
We’re nothing alike

Do not listen to the screams
Feeling only what you fear
I can’t help you with your cry
For I am nothing like you

[T1014]

The Tear


A tear rolls down his cheek,
Cutting, cleansing, the dark grime of war,
Suddenly his body, his mind, turns weak.
The battle a distant, hectic roar,
A tear rolls down his cheek.

The dirt, the mud,
The tears, the hate,
The sweat, the blood,
All washed away,
As a tear rolls down his cheek.

He falls to the ground,
Immersed in sorrow, immersed in pain,
A pain so real, a pain profound,
And as the pain and hate pump through his veins,
A tear rolls down his cheek.

The man now broken,
Hands to his face,
His fears awoken,
His heart picks up its pace,
As a tear rolls down his cheek.

His mind brought back to his home,
Of serenity and now his hopes and dreams.
Now he stands alone,
Grasping at their screams,
And a tear runs down his cheek.

He sees the girl he knew,
Within her eyes, a sadness,
He eyes his hands and knows it can’t be true,
But sees the truth, in her floating dress,
And a tear rolls down his cheek.

For when he reaches out,
To hold her hand,
To take her from the rout,
He falls to the scorching sand,
A tear rolls down his cheek.

Eyes closed to the world around,
His heart beats on, to his gloom,
His hand, his glare, rests on the ground,
He ponders the death that looms,
As a tear rolls down his cheek
The death he ponders,
Perhaps a field of green waits,
One the girl in his heart wanders,
Where for he she sits and waits,
As a tear rolls down his cheek.

He stands and eyes his sword,
The sword of he who weeps,
Notches in his blade,
The count of death he keeps,
A tear rolls down his cheek.

His tear, now full of grime,
Falls from his face,
Removing the blood, the crime,
But this he can’t erase,
Still, the tear falls to the ground.

He sees another man, with different eyes,
They are big and blue,
But had seen just as many cries,
As the weeping man knew,
And a tear rolls from his eyes.

But the blue eyed man levels his blade,
And the weeping one can only stand,
His chin raised high, his decision made,
Looking to a better land,
A tear rolls down his cheek

[T1014]

here's one about football... wrote it after our season last year...





Next Year

But it all was for naught
As I rose,
Victorious in my mind.
The sweetest triumph, was
but a battle, not a war.

As the momentum fell
Crushing hopes and dreams,
That carried on their shoulders,
To my somber screams,
As the enemy, riding upon my hate, so soared

The adversary, black knights from evil kingdom come,
Sought to conquer all.
Unsettling the now listless soldiers
I have come to love.

Like to me join me in this so seen endless fall.
And with heavy heart do I watch others succeed where mine have fell,
Might I find rejoice in watching those unconquered try and fail.
But this does not occur,
for no my heart is left to burn,

Burn as if the flames of scorching torches riot in my heart.
But to this heart I cannot tell,
That die hard is not quite true.
But a heart, ceasing to quit, believes it so.
And as I venture through an anguished ride,
I find a stinging blow.
Next year, maybe.

[G_Money]

I stare
Glare
Up at God’s bright sky
Waiting for cover, shelter, storm
But with no relief in sight
All I see is cloudless blue and endless blinding sun.

Blood trips
Drips
Down my cheeks like summer rain
Warm and soothing, kind and clean
Washing memory and sin from skin and soul
And leaving just the taste of bitter iron on my tongue.

~G
8/7/08

[Hawgdriver]

void

dimensions

dot, squiggle, blob, shapeshift

forms in the void

dimensions

i occupy

breathe, breathe, BREATHE!!!

never again will death be so well understood until death but I will never understand

yes! I am an errant spark of life in the void!

in my void I see no boundary and only darkness, but I see the light I emit

the forms in the void I see, I can tell they are sparks too, but I cannot see their light

no matter how close I get to another spark, I cannot touch it

there is always void between

[Requiem / The Dagda]

Rub-a-dub-dub, I ****** in a tub. -- Cicero (May 20th, 2009)

[Hawgdriver]

Rub-a-dub-dub, I ****** in a tub. -- Cicero (May 20th, 2009)

I am going to beat your ass turdbomb

[Requiem / The Dagda]

Hey I like that one! Let me get on my laptop, I got poetry there.

[Hawgdriver]

Hey I like that one! Let me get on my laptop, I got poetry there.

I should have dedicated that one to you instead of my son...you and prisontubbers, sparks in the void...

[Requiem / The Dagda]

Hey Hawg, here is one I did a year or so ago. I don't know. I think I was depressed.

A Stitch In Time

At night I watch their faces,
Chasing after unattainable dreams,
Exhausting all options, ways and means.
What a tragedy living in such madness,
Riding waves of infinite sadness,
Often filled with tainted smiles and absent gladness,
Whose bewilderment could fill the tallest of glasses.

They try to escape reality,
Where practicality becomes triviality,
And even the easiest of answers hold duality.
Their voices lack words and their lips are muzzled,
Just holes for eyes and faces puzzled.
Chests opened like presents; absent of hearts,
Thoughts working like clockwork with broken parts.

They walk down the longest roads,
Passing each other by as their feet erode.
Where to – nobody knows.
Curiously wondering where is the show,
I’m handed a mirror and told to see,
That inside these people are dead like me.

[Hawgdriver]

i'm not going to read your poem fag

no, just kidding, that was pretty good.

just kidding, i haven't read it

[Requiem / The Dagda]

LMAO! You're killin' me babe!

[Hawgdriver]

Hey Hawg, here is one I did a year or so ago. I don't know. I think I was depressed.

you are about as sh|tty a poet as me

i was hanging around with this goth redhead chic that ate me up a while back (a while back becomes relative after some years) and wrote a shitload of poems about her on a pad of Prozac (R) notepaper i ganked from her. i could never figure out how to use language and still can't.

anyway, it wasn't awful

[Requiem / The Dagda]

Hawgdriver Love Song

Hawgdriver,
Touch me slowly.
Under the sheets,
Let's play rollie-pollie-o-lay-me.
Give me kisses on the cheeks,
A squeeze of my hand,
Please call me your baby,
I want you now Hawg,
Give me your gravy.
You don't have to be savvy,
Just grab me.
Take me below,
You know I'll blow.
Let's go, go, go.
And once we're done,
There goes your wallet,
And there I go.
ADIOS!

[Requiem / The Dagda]

LMAO dude you are a riot.

[NameUsedBefore]

I leave poetry to those with skillz.


Then said another -- "Surely not in vain
My Substance from the common Earth was ta'en,
That He who subtly wrought me into Shape
Should stamp me back to common Earth again."

-

'Tis all a Chequer-board of Nights and Days
Where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays:
Hither and thither moves, and mates, and slays,
And one by one back in the Closet lays.


Omar Khayyam.

[Dr Velcro]

Rub-a-dub-dub, I ****** in a tub. -- Cicero (May 20th, 2009)

http://montebubbles.net/Flyers/DEC14/TundrafootFrohawk_Two_Feathers_Headshot.jpg

ALL DAY LONG!!

[Hawgdriver]

Sad-honey mouth
Iceshadow disguise
Hot tongued breath
Möbius eyes

Ambrosial blood
Prophetess mind
Wise, wicked neck
Aware before time

Quantum-state heart
Entangled soul
Weaved through and among
This cosmos, whole

[BeefStew25]

Youth steals
Oh the sadness
Ugly truth

Hope is fleeting
Ourselves to blame
Make me squirt
On maybe a towel

[Hawgdriver]

As long as we're willing to create,
To exchange our poems and relate,
This thread will go on for a long, long while,
Someone will post, and do it in style.

OMG the Kinger prophecy!!

[Hawgdriver]

Squalid mind
Indemnified life
Boots on kittens
Free porn
We capitulate to chemistry