i died when i was born
(and then)
i died again when i was shorn
from what i knew, the fairer form,
to what i was - and thus reborn
one-person plays in stark blacklights
showed semen on the sheets
beauty we died for cloaked the names
the moss was the relief
they questioned, softly, why we failed?
genetics lay the wreaths
my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
At the cantina,
Where the amigos sit and drink
Valentina, Valentina,
Will you pour a drink for me?
As graceful as a geisha,
With eyes as green as jade,
Clutching cold cerveza,
While the mariachi plays
I tell her that I love her but she just rolls her eyes
She’s heard the same words hundreds and hundreds of times
The men in the cantina just laugh and roar
For they’ve all felt the same love before
It's what we've always wanted hunted a better time,
Making a better sign,
Philistines to the nines -
Always just wanted a show disgrace,
Lesser to show her face,
Veils with the bitter grace,
Laced with the bitter taste,
Like orphaned Trojans just a waste.
What a ducking mad disgrace,
To lace up those silver shoes
Like petticoat platitudes
Take everything as long as you're in the mood
Look at how big my **** is, it's cocksure
Bigheaded puncture
Like a lonestar state
We bled the levy 'till it couldn't be ate
From -
Great!
And now the Chevy's dyin' -
Manufactured steel pylons
To aiur, a scion,
Let bygones be bygones,
Because it isn't like china's the nice ones.
wait wait wait
The world's policeman's pretty great
At changing gears and using laminates
Begging for an albatross
One hole and two cocks
Plunging necklines like old stocks
That white privileged hemlock
Just wait til the other shoe drops.
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my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
Oh Nymph, under starlit observation
Your body’s graceful undulations
Twist dirty sheets and once pure thoughts
Into the most Gordian of knots
Are you truly worth the tribulation?
Your presence is nothing but frustration
Coiled passion leads to great sensation
Are you the one I have sought
Oh Nymph?
You have met my every expectation
But still persists my hesitation
Of acknowledging what we have wrought
Do not think my kingdom you have bought
With your nightly prostrations
Oh Nymph!
_____________
I hate to explain the intent of the poem, but maybe it is necessary in regard to the sexual nature of the poem.
There are sexual themes, but its intent is not sexual. The poem is meant to illustrate the role women played in the affairs of courtly love. The poem is told from the point of view of a monarch who only sees the woman as a sexual object or as conniving to put herself and their offspring in a position of power. I apologize if the theme is still too adult for the forum; the poem was meant to be an objection of viewing women as sexual things to be conquered and discarded when they become inconvenient, a problem we still see in societies today, albeit on smaller and less dramatic scales.
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Round 242 who?
Round 242 who would like all you all to submit poems because it's coo
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I make words using things
like pen pencil computer
sometimes prolific
sometimes a neuter
"You are one with the ocean!
And the trees!
And the sun and the breeze!"
Who the **** has ever heard
Of an autistic ocean?
Is the sun bipolar too?
What are the trees taking?
Maybe I'll like those pills better,
A change of scenery, at least-
Some new diagnoses
Better than the deep freeze "normal"
Better than the stillwater "normal"
Better than the steel jawed all singing all tap dancing all praising all calm all collect all god fearing all brotherhood of man loving all mother ****ing god damn
"Normal"
Maybe I'm just hungry.
Maybe I'm just lazy.
Maybe I'm just a tiny, angry man
In a large, angry body,
In a massive,
All consuming,
All enveloping,
All surrounding,
All apathetic
Tiny,
Little,
World
And maybe I'm sick of using my flowery, vivid, passionate, sanguine and expressively ornate
How, oh wall, can you uphold much nonsense
the weight you bear must be terrible
Forlorn, angry, jovial, and intense
the words upon you are not indelible
even if their writers believed them sensible
start up the car and put sugar in it
such rattling white powder - that pure little ****
that addiction rambling like hushed little kisses
those *****es!
we thought we were going somewhere
but all paths lead to death and all death leads to wishes
the air is a sickness and life is despair
to do what you want is too frightening to bear
and it stalled at the cusp's endless precipice
the abyss
such great height
that false light
take the piss
impure
watch the blood spill spill over the windowsill
leak into the house and spread all through the drapes
face full of acupuncture
latticework bleeding structures
it's not a sin to kill yourself
when there's nothing to do but think always about
how much it feels like you're already being stabbed
earth pushed into your open gravestone and you lay there already
knives never looked so sharp
and friendly
my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
you destroyed a forest
you destroyed a hundred years or more
of life
of memory
you destroyed a grove of cedars
proud ancient giants
ancestral guardians
you destroyed a chapel of moss
fern-flanked sacred ground
illuminated from the heavens
you destroyed a living dell
pulsating vein of Earth
selfless giver of life
you trampled
and chopped
and burned
it was for farmland
whatever
that's the way things go
but years pass
those charcoal graves lie unmolested
you forgot water doesn't stop running
aspens took root in (your) absence
the forest is back
worse for wear
but stronger for intent
if you want your 'farmland' back you have another fight on your hands and more of your frivolous money will burn because there are greater things all around us than your insane whims and your theft and your sickness so please do us a favour and turn yourself into fertilizer sooner rather than later you bloody Putz
I dreamt of leafy cheer
And the birds kept calling
KAW! KAW! KAW!
Curse these philistine desert ears!
Turning avian language fine
Into shapeless, caustic brine!
I didn't lie but a wink;
I blinked away the night
Like any sommelier of
Sunrise; poured myself
A glass and took a moment
Not to think
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like pen pencil computer
sometimes prolific
sometimes a neuter
the drought is coming
prostrate yourself, beg for rain
chant with the drumming
like pen pencil computer
sometimes prolific
sometimes a neuter
Decrepit shed,
In the neck of woods
Where my grandfather once lived
Forget it, said
My father due to-
His refusal to forgive
Took the trail, and went back again
Through the snow and frozen shrubbery
I thought my journey had been in vain
Until I saw the shed in front of me
Rotten wood,
Forgotten wood,
The decrepit shed still stood,
And through the door
A corpse on the floor,
Grandfather was no more.
I wish I could take back the day
Listen to my father as I should,
Now I am the only one who remembers,
The old forgotten wood.
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i died when i was born
(and then)
i died again when i was shorn
from what i knew, the fairer form,
to what i was - and thus reborn
one-person plays in stark blacklights
showed semen on the sheets
beauty we died for cloaked the names
the moss was the relief
they questioned, softly, why we failed?
genetics lay the wreaths
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
Now you may submit for round 240 my friend
s
like pen pencil computer
sometimes prolific
sometimes a neuter
At the cantina,
Where the amigos sit and drink
Valentina, Valentina,
Will you pour a drink for me?
As graceful as a geisha,
With eyes as green as jade,
Clutching cold cerveza,
While the mariachi plays
I tell her that I love her but she just rolls her eyes
She’s heard the same words hundreds and hundreds of times
The men in the cantina just laugh and roar
For they’ve all felt the same love before
My Mafia Stats - My Helpdesk
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A fickle mistress is a theme
she haunts the syllables and lines
hard to grasp, difficult to see
changing with the mood and times
Twin of lady inspiration
she strikes in the oddest of places
to writers' great exasperations
and she never leaves any traces
The stark and startling truth is
I've no idea what poetry means
Many of mine are just bull****
but I can still enjoy the scene
It's what we've always wanted hunted a better time,
Making a better sign,
Philistines to the nines -
Always just wanted a show disgrace,
Lesser to show her face,
Veils with the bitter grace,
Laced with the bitter taste,
Like orphaned Trojans just a waste.
What a ducking mad disgrace,
To lace up those silver shoes
Like petticoat platitudes
Take everything as long as you're in the mood
Look at how big my **** is, it's cocksure
Bigheaded puncture
Like a lonestar state
We bled the levy 'till it couldn't be ate
From -
Great!
And now the Chevy's dyin' -
Manufactured steel pylons
To aiur, a scion,
Let bygones be bygones,
Because it isn't like china's the nice ones.
wait wait wait
The world's policeman's pretty great
At changing gears and using laminates
Begging for an albatross
One hole and two cocks
Plunging necklines like old stocks
That white privileged hemlock
Just wait til the other shoe drops.
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
tin of peanuts
on the shelf
I bought you
all for myself
but my friend
who didn't know
emptied you all
in one go
now I'm drinking
need a snack
woe is me
peanuts I lack
like pen pencil computer
sometimes prolific
sometimes a neuter
like pen pencil computer
sometimes prolific
sometimes a neuter
Second only to shadow
Steel etched in song
Unbowed, unbent, yet broken
As though a prism
Shards as true
As falsehood
Yet as honest as truth
The incomplete completion
Forms that which
Of dream, thought, fire
Fleeting, is the only truth
Modern: Jund
Legacy: Pox
EDH: Chainer Reanimation and The Dragon Show, with Zirilan of the Claw
so many eyes
revolving lies
and elevated fences
all of our hobbies jealousy
and all our fears intenses
those capillaries streaming views
and people everywhere
so many eyes!
everyone pries
and noone seems to care
what streaming information yells
as these varicose veins swell
so many eyes - so close - inside
our privacy is all in shambles
we thought we'd just watch out - and then -
everyone watched us - again
again - they all watched us
and then - we were so furious -
so many eyes
so close - outside
leering leaking veins did strain
our hearts are weak -
preferences meek -
to pry, to pry!
so many eyes
of course! we were too curious!
our hobbies are picturesque tries
and our fears just ways to deny
those half-sane, wild jealousies -
or what became our prophecies
such blindly dull
revolving eyes -
thank god for lies!
the devil hid poorly (at first) -
then stood up boldly in their hearse -
and danced
and danced
and danced
and danced
and danced
and danced
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
Oh Nymph, under starlit observation
Your body’s graceful undulations
Twist dirty sheets and once pure thoughts
Into the most Gordian of knots
Are you truly worth the tribulation?
Your presence is nothing but frustration
Coiled passion leads to great sensation
Are you the one I have sought
Oh Nymph?
You have met my every expectation
But still persists my hesitation
Of acknowledging what we have wrought
Do not think my kingdom you have bought
With your nightly prostrations
Oh Nymph!
_____________
I hate to explain the intent of the poem, but maybe it is necessary in regard to the sexual nature of the poem.
There are sexual themes, but its intent is not sexual. The poem is meant to illustrate the role women played in the affairs of courtly love. The poem is told from the point of view of a monarch who only sees the woman as a sexual object or as conniving to put herself and their offspring in a position of power. I apologize if the theme is still too adult for the forum; the poem was meant to be an objection of viewing women as sexual things to be conquered and discarded when they become inconvenient, a problem we still see in societies today, albeit on smaller and less dramatic scales.
Who's there?
End of Round 241 submissions, beginning of Round 242
Round 242 who?
Round 242 who would like all you all to submit poems because it's coo
l
like pen pencil computer
sometimes prolific
sometimes a neuter
In a large angry body
A Russian nesting doll
Of symptoms and diseases
And symptoms and diseases
"You are one with the ocean!
And the trees!
And the sun and the breeze!"
Who the **** has ever heard
Of an autistic ocean?
Is the sun bipolar too?
What are the trees taking?
Maybe I'll like those pills better,
A change of scenery, at least-
Some new diagnoses
Better than the deep freeze "normal"
Better than the stillwater "normal"
Better than the steel jawed all singing all tap dancing all praising all calm all collect all god fearing all brotherhood of man loving all mother ****ing god damn
"Normal"
Maybe I'm just hungry.
Maybe I'm just lazy.
Maybe I'm just a tiny, angry man
In a large, angry body,
In a massive,
All consuming,
All enveloping,
All surrounding,
All apathetic
Tiny,
Little,
World
And maybe I'm sick of using my flowery, vivid, passionate, sanguine and expressively ornate
Tiny,
Little,
Words
Join the Poetry Running Contest!
How, oh wall, can you uphold much nonsense
the weight you bear must be terrible
Forlorn, angry, jovial, and intense
the words upon you are not indelible
even if their writers believed them sensible
Not quite there
My eyelids frozen
Scared awake by the path I’ve chosen
Cold steel gleaming in my hand
Wet with blood and fear again
The world passes slowly beneath my feet
Death won’t come quickly this way
Almost content
With passing fancy
In my hand the cup of poison
A long drink and my lips are moistened
Almost awake
Breaths collapsing quickly
Hands choke her white
She’s pale and sickly
Destruction possessed by my fingers
Crushing grip intent to linger
The world passes slowly beneath my feet
Death won’t come quickly this way
Almost content
The fantasy smolders
All the while
My heart grows colder
Eyes wide open
Anger growing
Rope pulls tightly
Breathing slowing
She dies silent and alone
Her pain was ended long ago
The world passes slowly beneath my feet
Death won’t come quickly this way
Almost content
I’m cold and older
The fire in my eyes
No longer smolders
Lucidity is now my friend
She’s by my side
The killings end
Wide awake and hate departed
Too bad it’s come
After the killing started
The world passes slowly beneath my feet
Death won’t come quickly this way
Standard: UWG Bant Control
EDH: UArcum Dagsson
Modern: Affinity
Vintage: BUR Grixis Control
Legacy: W Mono-White : U Merfolk : BUG Esper Stoneblade : RBG Punishing Jund : B Reanimator : RU Sneak and Show : GB Infect : RG Red/Green Devotion : RUG RUG Delver
stall
start up the car and put sugar in it
such rattling white powder - that pure little ****
that addiction rambling like hushed little kisses
those *****es!
we thought we were going somewhere
but all paths lead to death and all death leads to wishes
the air is a sickness and life is despair
to do what you want is too frightening to bear
and it stalled at the cusp's endless precipice
the abyss
such great height
that false light
take the piss
impure
watch the blood spill spill over the windowsill
leak into the house and spread all through the drapes
face full of acupuncture
latticework bleeding structures
it's not a sin to kill yourself
when there's nothing to do but think always about
how much it feels like you're already being stabbed
earth pushed into your open gravestone and you lay there already
knives never looked so sharp
and friendly
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
you destroyed a hundred years or more
of life
of memory
you destroyed a grove of cedars
proud ancient giants
ancestral guardians
you destroyed a chapel of moss
fern-flanked sacred ground
illuminated from the heavens
you destroyed a living dell
pulsating vein of Earth
selfless giver of life
you trampled
and chopped
and burned
it was for farmland
whatever
that's the way things go
but years pass
those charcoal graves lie unmolested
you forgot water doesn't stop running
aspens took root in (your) absence
the forest is back
worse for wear
but stronger for intent
if you want your 'farmland' back you have another fight on your hands and more of your frivolous money will burn because there are greater things all around us than your insane whims and your theft and your sickness so please do us a favour and turn yourself into fertilizer sooner rather than later you bloody Putz
like pen pencil computer
sometimes prolific
sometimes a neuter
Huzzah! To chutzpah
Fists banging on the chests;
Eyes wide in disbelief
The pride will never rest
Huzzah! To chutzpah
For better or for worse;
Consider it a blessing-
Else consider it a curse
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set a bone improperly and it mends improperly
and you have to break it again
Below shall go the submissions for round 244.
Have at it y'all!
like pen pencil computer
sometimes prolific
sometimes a neuter