Poetry

Woooow.

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Who recommended that you come here?

Look what you've done!!

I also posted a poem that no one even so much as looked at. Haha.

I also posted a poem that no one even so much as looked at. Haha.

I read your poem, and actually enjoyed it. It would have been great if you'd posted it at the beginning, BEFORE you lost everyone's respect...  :?

Quote from: "SPrinkZ"

I also posted a poem that no one even so much as looked at. Haha.

I read your poem, and actually enjoyed it. It would have been great if you'd posted it at the beginning, BEFORE you lost everyone's respect...  :?

I'll get it back pretty soon. Don't worry, I am relatively reasonable. I also like to troll as 90% of you do. I think it's safe to say that at least 10% of the people here are here for intelligent discussion. I'm not sure who they are yet.

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Quote from: "beast"

Who recommended that you come here?

Look what you've done!!

I also posted a poem that no one even so much as looked at. Haha.

You've been here for a day and you already have 115 posts ... Jesus.

Not that I believe in him, not that I don't believe in him.

Ah, fuck it, I'm agnostic.

Quote from: "SPrinkZ"

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Quote from: "beast"

Who recommended that you come here?

Look what you've done!!

I also posted a poem that no one even so much as looked at. Haha.

You've been here for a day and you already have 115 posts ... Jesus.

Not that I believe in him, not that I don't believe in him.

Ah, fuck it, I'm agnostic.

Haha, fuck everything. I am agnostic as well.

Still, I hope that if anyone likes Chopin's Funeral March, they would like that little piece attributed to his elegance.

It's no where near as elegant as him of course.

Another tiny poem:

Pendulum

Whoever made this clock was mad;
whatever planned it was assured.
I know it wouldn’t make me glad
to hold and make my life secured.
Behaving like a deadly fan,
I saw it stroke within its air.
The gilded wood belied its plan;
it swept its path with stoic care.
I could ignore its face with time,
but I will always see its parts,
and that won’t change its adage chime:
It ends before it even starts.

You've been here for a day and you already have 115 posts ... Jesus.

I had more, I think.

Another tiny poem:

Pendulum

Nice.

Quote from: "SPrinkZ"

Another tiny poem:

Pendulum

Nice.

Haw haw haw.

Musee des Beaux Arts

About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters: how well they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully  along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there always must be
Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating
On a pond at the edge of the wood:
They never forgot
That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.
In Brueghel's Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the plowman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.

    -- W. H. Auden

Aunt Jennifer's Tigers

Aunt Jennifer's tigers prance across a screen,
Bright topaz denizens of a world of green.
They do not fear the men beneath the tree;
They pace in sleek chivalric certainty.

Aunt Jennifer's fingers fluttering through her wool
Find even the ivory needle hard to pull.
The massive weight of Uncle's wedding band
Sits heavily upon Aunt Jennifer's hand.

When Aunt is dead, her terrified hands will lie
Still ringed with ordeals she was mastered by.
The tigers in the panel that she made
Will go on prancing, proud and unafraid.

    -- Adrienne Rich

My Mind Is Fluid

It's scary to think that I'm fickle and dumb--
Her leisurely glance is a privilege to me--
I know that it's likely she'll never succumb.
She rhymes with a cherry of sweetest degree.
She's law to my world but I'm only routine.
In particular cases it greatly confounds
what makes this so wrong or so right to my mean.
When robbed from her hands I begin to see lakes,
and places of greatness are sunken with murk.
The lights that were bright are responding with quirk;
they fizzle and pop and they bang, and they're gone.
It's black and it's darker, with hated mistakes;
I know that they're mine that she's always withdrawn,
she's gone, and I'm done, I'm no longer her pawn.

"privilege".

Other than that, it was beautiful.

Thank you for your kindness. I corrected the spelling error.

This probably looks like crap without me singing it in front of a band...But I'm gonna post it anyways.

"My Desire"

Be my penchant,
Be my passion,
Be my trenchant,
Be my fashion.

Walking up, talking down, you're hopping all over me.
Staring forward, seeing clouds, but it's not that you never see.
Sitting up, looking down, look on down and see me.
Barrel onwards on this reckless path, you know.

Be my desire, my desire, my avarice.
Be my desire, my desire, my, my over-vice.
Be my desire, my desire, my malefice.
Be my desire, my desire, my, my, mine.

Play it up, fear is down, hoping the fall is sweet.
Sing for me, sing it loud, desecration discreet.
Switch it up, tear me down, always you feed on me.
How long forward on this reckless path we go?

Be my desire, my desire, my avarice.
Be my desire, my desire, my, my over-vice.
Be my desire, my desire, my malefice.
Be my desire, my desire, my, my, mine.
My, my, mine. My, my, mine. My, my, mine. My, mine.

I struggle onward, I strive for you,
I don't move forward, I strive for you,
I struggle onward, I can't move through,
I don't move forward, my vice is you.

Be my desire, my desire, my avarice.
Be my desire, my desire, my, my over-vice.
Be my desire, my desire, my malefice.
Be my desire, my desire, my, my, mine.

Thoughts invade my mind, as your beauty haunts me all the time.

Be my desire, my desire, my avarice.
Be my desire, my desire, my, my over-vice.
Be my desire, my desire, my malefice.
Be my desire, my desire, my, my, mine.

Post after post, I have seen Sprinkz head;
it hardly fits within the pages of this thread.  

________

a white grain of sand
on a vast, immense white beach
hey man, that's rascist

Post after post, I have seen Sprinkz head;
it hardly fits within the pages of this thread.  

Haha.

Here's one my friend Justin wrote, which made me lulz:

Christopher Columbus,
sailed to many lands,
He saw the Indians,
and he killed their manz

HAHA!  i love that one, Nomad.  

Here's one by Mike Myers (actor):

I hate you haiku,
you're too hard
to do *splash*

Edit: forgot the splash

I Find Haikus hard
to finish
refrigerator

Haikus are very stupid,
I hate them so much,
They don't even rhyme...-upid.


I like rhyming,
It doesn't matter if I screw up the timing.
Even if I don't count the syllables,
I like to rhyme...shit.


~D-Draw

Post after post, I have seen Sprinkz head;
it hardly fits within the pages of this thread.

You gotta do it with the Dr.Seussy jingle, fucker!

You're dumb as a rock and as ugly as Cher.
You make me so sick that I want to declare:
It's time for your death, and we waited too long,
The first of the tortures is tearing your dong;
the second is worse but it's sweeter than Bach.
I'll fasten your balls with a rope and a rock,
then drop and I'll watch as you're left with a stump.
Your life is completed and boy, you're a chump.

Something like that, at least.

At least we know Teptapjalem19 liked it.  I would respond, but those two lines above took me about 30 minutes.

There was a young man who said, 'God,
It has always struck me as odd
That the sycamore tree
Simply ceases to be
When there's no one about in the quad!

'Dear Sir, your astonishment's odd;
I am always about in the quad:
And that's why the tree
Will continue to be,
Since observed by,
Yours faithfully, God.'
-anonymous

There was a young man who said, 'God,
It has always struck me as odd
That the sycamore tree
Simply ceases to be
When there's no one about in the quad!

'Dear Sir, your astonishment's odd;
I am always about in the quad:
And that's why the tree
Will continue to be,
Since observed by,
Yours faithfully, God.'
-anonymous

Quad as in that thing in a college campus? It's a pretty strange poem, I don't know what it means by quad, or the relevance of a sycamore tree yet.

Yeah, I don't know if it means anything.  I was thinking it was an allusion to the old "if a tree falls in the woods when no one is around..."

I got the poem from a passage in a book about Paul Erdõs (pronounced air-dish) wherein he spoke about whether you can create mathematics or just discover it.  He was a strange man.  "...are the truths already there, even if we don't yet know them?  If you believe in god the answer is obvious.  Mathematical truths are there in the SF's [Supreme Fascist, as he liked to call god] mind, and you just rediscover them."

I thought I would try a short poem.

My balls are so big and hairy
That from time to time
I've been tempted to call them 'Larry'
Is that such a crime?

Burn in Hell
For the things you said
I'll make you pay
For the cruel things you did

Lying on the floor
Bleeding and dying
You simply walked away
Ignored my crying

You've stolen and lied
With no remorse
I was your victim
But you didn't care, of course.....

My wings were broken by you
Twisted my mind
Yet I trusted you
Now I see I was blind

Let me return the favour
I'll pay you back
When I'm done with you
You'll be begging for the rack

I want you to suffer
For putting me through Hell
If I have to burn.....

YOU'RE BURNING AS WELL!




Sounds kinds emo....... Ah well, it's not SO bad, izzit? Made it up on the spot.

BUMP!

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
All my Base
Are belong to You.