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05-09-2023, 11:13 PM | #1 | |
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ITT post poems you like
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poe...-56d235e0d871e
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05-09-2023, 11:52 PM | #2 |
Minion of Satan
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A Robin Red breast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage |
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05-10-2023, 06:01 AM | #3 |
real estate cowboy
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zero zero zero
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05-10-2023, 10:27 AM | #4 |
Minion of Satan
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A poem, if you will:
Gentle waves rise just off the fingertips All I breathe is mine By name alone Shape-shifter questions To strip skin off slow Devoid of sex I mix up unions in the offering The hushed-up voices are here But they are sated full Waiting for the stumble That must surely come "this time," he declares loudly (annonymous town square) "this time there will be no stumble" and the crowd, on cue, errupts wildly in unison, "hooray" while I sleep they come in pairs to pat my head and teach old verse I try to tell them my life is redundant By placing my finger to my temple to show knowing With bruises at the ready I am Blinking with fists The chorus lines up to sing A deep breath, ready to begin A crying baby breaks the silence Awkward laughter ensues, on cue "divine order," says someone falling down chimneys, thru veins, out limbs into masterpieces drawn in dirt the figures are portrayed in a stunning act of repose their bindings on their wrists they are still blinking Copyright © 2004 Billy Corgan |
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05-10-2023, 02:23 PM | #5 |
Janis Jopleybird
Location: Let me see you do the booty hop. And now make the booty stop. Now drop, and do the booty wop.
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There were strangers in the group.
Names we didn't know, handles and pseudonyms and what passed in the twenty first century as a nom de plume. The system fan screamed its pallid scream, a feeble imitation of the shuddering storm of nonsense it was slaved to render. Everything hissed and popped like it had been left sitting a deep fryer by some kitchen hand who had dropped their apron and walked off into the night. They didn't go home, or to a bar, or to a bridge of such an adequate height that potential energy gathered when jumping from it might be sufficient, upon dispersal, to turn off their pilot light. They just crossed the parking lot and trudged off into the corn field in company of a sallow moon, nothing crackling but a mute prayer for the corn field to extend forever so that they could avoid whatever variation lay beyond it. All the while, we were sitting in the boiling oil; thermal energy thrumming, heaving in violent plumes invisible above the surface, the heating element unflinching in the face of its chaos, unmoved by the clumsy, abject violence it had unwittingly become party to. Eventually, perhaps, someone would come and find it all and rectify it. Perhaps nobody would come, but eventually up the invisible chain somwhere, some abstract element, perhaps a minute filament forged a world away, by some enumerated individuals each one ignorant of its eventual specific purpose and by extension inculpable in its inevitable failure, would give, and the power supply would stop, and the heating element would fade from its ephemeral perfect white back to a lowly mortal silver, and the violence would dim and then slow and then stop, and we would rest. But that filament was made perfect, copied from a model meticulously engineered to run a thousand lifetimes before entropy finally popped it, first time every time. The kitchen hand was not coming back. No customers would discover and right this obscenity. There was nothing to do but wait, and endure, and try to become one, if not in form then at least in spirit, with the writhing oil. |
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05-13-2023, 05:34 PM | #6 |
Virgo
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We wanted to believe. We wanted to call out. On August 20 and September 5, 1977, two spacecraft were launched from the Kennedy Space Flight Center Florida. They were called Voyager. Each one carries a message. A gold-plated record projecting images, music and sounds of our planet. Arranged so that it may be understood if ever intercepted by a technologically-mature extraterrestrial civilization. Thirteen years after its launch, Voyager One passed the orbital plane of Neptune and essentially left our solar system. Within that time, there were no further messages sent. Nor are any planned.
We wanted to listen. On October 12, 1992, NASA initiated the high resolution microwave survey. A decade-long search by radio telescope scanning ten million frequencies for any transmission by extraterrestrial intelligence. Less than one year later, first term Nevada senator Richard Bryan successfully championed an amendment which terminated the project. I wanted to believe. But the tools had been taken away. The X-Files had been shut down. They closed our eyes. Our voices have been silenced. Our ears now deaf to the realms of extreme possibilities. |
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05-13-2023, 07:47 PM | #7 |
Minion of Satan
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"Erosion"
Edwin John Pratt It took the sea a thousand years, A thousand years to trace The granite features of this cliff, In crag and scarp and base. It took the sea an hour one night, An hour of storm to place The sculpture of these granite seams Upon a woman's face. |
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05-13-2023, 08:59 PM | #8 |
Just Hook it to My Veins!
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Oda a un gran atún en el mercado
En el mercado verde, bala del profundo océano, proyectil natatorio, te vi, muerto. Todo a tu alrededor eran lechugas, espuma de la tierra, zanahorias, racimos, pero de la verdad marina, de lo desconocido, de la insondable sombra, agua profunda, abismo, sólo tu sobrevivías, alquitranado, barnizado, testigo de la profunda noche. Sólo tú, bala oscura del abismo, certera destruida sólo en un punto, siempre renaciendo, anclando en la corriente sus aladas aletas, circulando en la velocidad en el transcurso de la sombra marina como enlutada flecha, dardo del mar, intrépida aceituna. Muerto te vi, difunto rey de mi propio océano, ímpetu verde, abeto submarino, nuez de los maremotos, allí, despojo muerto, en el mercado era sin embargo tu forma lo único dirigido entre la confusa derrota de la naturaleza: entre la verdura frágil estabas solo como una nave, armado entre legumbres, con ala y proa negras y aceitadas, como si aún tú fueras la embarcación del viento, la única y pura máquina marina: intacta navegando las aguas de la muerte. ------------------------------------------- En Ingles: Ode to a large tuna in the market Among the market greens, a bullet from the ocean depths, a swimming projectile, I saw you, dead. All around you were lettuces, sea foam of the earth, carrots, grapes, but of the ocean truth, of the unknown, of the unfathomable shadow, the depths of the sea, the abyss, only you had survived, a pitch-black, varnished witness to deepest night. Only you, well-aimed dark bullet from the abyss, mangled at one tip, but constantly reborn, at anchor in the current, winged fins windmilling in the swift flight of the marine shadow, a mourning arrow, dart of the sea, olive, oily fish. I saw you dead, a deceased king of my own ocean, green assault, silver submarine fir, seed of seaquakes, now only dead remains, yet in all the market yours was the only purposeful form amid the bewildering rout of nature; amid the fragile greens you were a solitary ship, armed among the vegetables fin and prow black and oiled, as if you were still the vessel of the wind, the one and only pure ocean machine: unflawed, navigating the waters of death. |
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05-13-2023, 11:34 PM | #9 | |
Just Hook it to My Veins!
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my favorite poem
W.B. Yeats -- An Irish Airmen Foresees His Death Quote:
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05-16-2023, 11:36 AM | #10 |
Apocalyptic Poster
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I like these fragments from Lawrence Ferlinghetti poems:
"I am a playerpiano in an abandoned casino on a seaside esplanade in a dense fog still playing" and "Christ climbed down from His bare Tree this year and ran away to where there were no rootless Christmas trees hung with candycanes and breakable stars" I've actually recently acquired two books of poetry: Rimbaud's 'A Season in Hell' and Kerouac's 'Mexico City Blues'. I haven't really started them yet, but if some lines take my fancy I'll post them here. |
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05-19-2023, 11:00 PM | #11 |
Virgo
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serious answer: One of my favorite passages from a favorite dude:
It’s time to go back inside our bodies. We can sleep here, the weather is right. All my life, can I say this yet? I have wanted to be a little older, a little more dead in the nerves (but not in the heart) and the result is this noise and distance. |
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05-19-2023, 11:03 PM | #12 |
Virgo
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one of my favorite books of all time |
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05-19-2023, 11:08 PM | #13 |
Virgo
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"I approach the house in tiger pants/ thinking of surrender and of holding on."
is one of the greatest opening lines ever IMO |
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05-21-2023, 07:08 AM | #14 |
Socialphobic
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The Maori Jesus - James K. Baxter
I saw the Maori Jesus Walking on Wellington Harbour. He wore blue dungarees, His beard and hair were long. His breath smelled of mussels and paraoa. When he smiled it looked like the dawn. When he broke wind the little fishes trembled. When he frowned the ground shook. When he laughed everybody got drunk. The Maori Jesus came on shore And picked out his twelve disciples. One cleaned toilets in the railway station; His hands were scrubbed red to get the shit out of the pores. One was a call-girl who turned it up for nothing. One was a housewife who had forgotten the Pill And stuck her TV set in the rubbish can. One was a little office clerk Who'd tried to set fire to the Government Buldings. Yes, and there were several others; One was a sad old quean; One was an alcoholic priest Going slowly mad in a respectable parish. The Maori Jesus said, 'Man, From now on the sun will shine.' He did no miracles; He played the guitar sitting on the ground. The first day he was arrested For having no lawful means of support. The second day he was beaten up by the cops For telling a dee his house was not in order. The third day he was charged with being a Maori And given a month in Mt Crawford. The fourth day he was sent to Porirua For telling a screw the sun would stop rising. The fifth day lasted seven years While he worked in the Asylum laundry Never out of the steam. The sixth day he told the head doctor, 'I am the Light in the Void; I am who I am.' The seventh day he was lobotomised; The brain of God was cut in half. On the eighth day the sun did not rise. It did not rise the day after. God was neither alive nor dead. The darkness of the Void, Mountainous, mile-deep, civilised darkness Sat on the earth from then till now. |
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05-22-2023, 12:52 AM | #15 |
Shut the fuck up!
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Everyone gather among yourself
Everyone gather around yourself Everyone gather around yourself Yourself, Everyone, Everyone Everyone gather among yourself Everyone gather among yourself Everyone gather among yourself Yourself, Everyone, Everyone Everyone, everyone, everyone yaaaaa Everyone gather among yourself Everyone gather among yourself Everyone gather among yourself Yourself, Everyone, Everyone Everyone gather among yourself Everyone gather among yourself Everyone gather among yourself Yourself, Everyone, Everyone Everyone, everyone, everyone yaaaaa Faraway love, faraway love anywhere, anywhere love Faraway love, faraway love anywhere, anywhere love Faraway life, faraway love anywhere, anywhere life Faraway life, faraway love anywhere, anywhere life Everyone gather among yourself Everyone gather around yourself Everyone gather around yourself Yourself, Everyone, Everyone Everyone gather among yourself Everyone gather among yourself Everyone gather among yourself Yourself, Everyone, Everyone Everyone, everyone, everyone yaaaaa Everyone gather among yourself Everyone gather among yourself Everyone gather among yourself Yourself, Everyone, Everyone Everyone gather among yourself Everyone gather among yourself Everyone gather among yourself Yourself, Everyone, Everyone Everyone, everyone, everyone yaaaaa Everyone gather among yourself Everyone gather around yourself Everyone gather around yourself - billy corgan |
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05-22-2023, 12:05 PM | #16 |
Apocalyptic Poster
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I like driving.
I'm in my car, and I'm all alone, or I'm in my car and I'm being blown, driving alone or being blown. I get some gas, I get some ass, and no one with me is smoking grass, and if I want to I sure can pass. Drivin' drivin' all alone, with no one no one on my back. Just me alone me alone, in my big black Cadillac. ----- From The Big Schlep (Essay for Dutch Magazine, August 2000) By Vincent Gallo |
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05-22-2023, 11:59 PM | #17 |
Just Hook it to My Veins!
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biggest blowhard ever, that guy. one of the biggest anyway.
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05-23-2023, 04:59 AM | #18 |
Apocalyptic Poster
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Coming from the biggest blowhard of the board, that is high praise indeed. You love him!
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05-23-2023, 01:31 PM | #19 |
Just Hook it to My Veins!
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05-23-2023, 01:40 PM | #20 |
Minion of Satan
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05-24-2023, 11:38 PM | #21 |
Minion of Satan
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05-25-2023, 01:36 AM | #22 |
Apocalyptic Poster
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I’m one of those people who looked completely different as a young boy than I did as a teenager or do as an adult. The transitions were very dramatic and happened fast. I was twelve years old when it all went wrong. From straight blond hair to curly, greasy brown hair. From a beautiful all-American baby face to whatever my face is now. Sort of Dracula meets an insect. I know what I look like. It’s certainly not how I would have made myself look. Don’t blame me.
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05-25-2023, 02:42 AM | #23 |
Minion of Satan
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beautiful poym
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05-25-2023, 02:55 AM | #24 |
Braindead
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Ugh people that pronounce it that way disgust me. Like saying "crown" instead of "crayon."
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05-31-2023, 01:05 PM | #25 |
Just Hook it to My Veins!
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Lol the alter trynna talk about his normal experience (of looking different as older
) as being something magical to deflect from the fact he got ROASTED. he posted a dumb poem by a dumb guy and that's just how it goes |
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06-07-2023, 08:44 PM | #26 |
Just Hook it to My Veins!
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‘Ode to Ice Cream’
I like ice cream a whole lot It tastes great when days are hot On a cone or in a dish This would be my only wish Vanilla, chocolate, rocky road Even with pie, a la mode |
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06-07-2023, 10:28 PM | #27 |
Minion of Satan
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06-07-2023, 11:55 PM | #28 |
Minion of Satan
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Buoy.
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06-08-2023, 11:53 AM | #29 |
Just Hook it to My Veins!
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omg wudder instead of water
/gag |
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06-08-2023, 05:05 PM | #30 |
dumb
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row-te instead of roote grates me
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