It is said that poets turn into swans when they die
beyond East Sarutarubuta, in Abyssea where cranes have never danced
a world of monsters, of signs, short bard songs broken by battles
a simulacrum, a reskinned hierarchy of data, random number generators
and polygonic avatars duelling with tiny speck imagination
outside, the earth dies
I can't help but feel irrelevant
the seventh umbral era is upon us
only 2012 will tell
writing is a declaration of belief in a future interpretation
change is a difficult concept to integrate into perception
with each echo these letters transform
with each echo these letters transform
with each echo these letters transform
I am trapped in a dungeon
the clocks run backwards
the minute hand is missing
this is a false reality
I found a word that could unlock my amnesia
and woke up, forgetting it
but remembering its existence
like the time
I won a Radio
head contest
my entry?
the word
EFFECT
written in black
on a scrap
in a dream
soon the chariot will overtake me
and for this too soon year,
I will speed beneath the stars
remembering red winged blackbirds
and foxes being fed french fries
tomatoes crack and burst on the vine
while lavender hopes flourish
where will poet souls go
when the swans are gone?
when we lose their imaginary song?
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Well...it's...better than Vogon poetry, I'd wager...
publiusvarus wrote:
we all know liberals are well adjusted american citizens who only want what's best for society. While conservatives are evil money grubbing scum who only want to sh*t on the little man and rob the world of its resources.
what does that even mean?
I didn't read it, but it sucked. Now I need more wine and it's your fault. I hope you're happy.
I double spaced after every sentence. HA.
I double spaced after every sentence. HA.
Olorinus wrote:
what does that even mean?
It means your poem didn't cause spontaneous seizures and/or blinding pain.
remorajunbao wrote:
One day I'm going to fly to Canada and open the curtains in your office.
Nadenu wrote:
I didn't read it, but it sucked. Now I need more wine and it's your fault. I hope you're happy.
I double spaced after every sentence. HA.
I double spaced after every sentence. HA.
Good for you. Please drink a toast to my terrible poem.
I am going to drink more pumpkin beer. It is all your fault
Friar Bijou wrote:
Olorinus wrote:
what does that even mean?
It means your poem didn't cause spontaneous seizures and/or blinding pain.
that hurts my feelings
Olorinus wrote:
Friar Bijou wrote:
Olorinus wrote:
what does that even mean?
It means your poem didn't cause spontaneous seizures and/or blinding pain.
that hurts my feelings
You have feelings? GTFO.
Nadenu wrote:
Olorinus wrote:
Friar Bijou wrote:
Olorinus wrote:
what does that even mean?
It means your poem didn't cause spontaneous seizures and/or blinding pain.
that hurts my feelings
You have feelings? GTFO.
you caught me
I pretend to be other people for a living
so probably not
Hitchhiker's Guide wrote:
Vogon poetry is the third worst in the Universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their Poet Master Grunthos the Flatulent, of his poem, Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning, four of his audience members died of internal hemorrhaging, and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council, survived by gnawing one of his own legs off... The very worst poetry in the universe died along with its creator, Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Sussex... in the destruction of the planet Earth.
Example:
"Oh freddled gruntbuggly/thy micturations are to me/As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes. And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don't!"
Edited, Oct 14th 2011 7:39pm by gbaji
King Nobby wrote:
More words please
oh hitchhikers guide
True story: read it for the first time, out loud, while hitchhiking
True story: read it for the first time, out loud, while hitchhiking
I seem to get poetry better when it's recited than when I just read it.
Make an youtube video of your recitation and you can embed it right into your assylum post.
Make an youtube video of your recitation and you can embed it right into your assylum post.
Alma wrote:
I lost my post
yeah I will see if I can muster the technology for this. I am planning on performing this or something else on thursday
I do not care for poems.
I do not care for the rhyme, the meter, the rhythm
The themes have always bored me.
I do not care for poems.
I do not think a poem has ever made
the world a better place
or saved a life
or saved a soul.
There are better things to do with one's time and one's words.
I do not care for poets.
Self-righteous pricks, for the most part
Or insane
or both.
I do not care for poets.
I hate listening to them on NPR
I wish they would find better things to do
like writing up soup labels
or memorable jingles for advertisements
or writing up schematics for IT installations like I do.
I do not care for poetry.
Despite this, I fervently believe the world needs
both poems and poets.
I do not care for the rhyme, the meter, the rhythm
The themes have always bored me.
I do not care for poems.
I do not think a poem has ever made
the world a better place
or saved a life
or saved a soul.
There are better things to do with one's time and one's words.
I do not care for poets.
Self-righteous pricks, for the most part
Or insane
or both.
I do not care for poets.
I hate listening to them on NPR
I wish they would find better things to do
like writing up soup labels
or memorable jingles for advertisements
or writing up schematics for IT installations like I do.
I do not care for poetry.
Despite this, I fervently believe the world needs
both poems and poets.
Lincoln, Lincoln, what's that stuff you've been drinking?
It could be ale, it could be wine.
Oh my god, it's turpentine.
It could be ale, it could be wine.
Oh my god, it's turpentine.
George Carlin wrote:
More people write poetry than read it.
Up in the morning to the rising sun,
Gonna run all day til the running's done.
A mile one, just for fun,
A mile two, just for you.
A mile three, just for me,
A mile four, give me more.
A mile five, I'm alive,
A mile six, just for kicks.
A mile seven, I'm in heaven,
A mile eight, celebrate.
A mile nine, feelin' fine,
A mile ten, lets do it again,
All over again, til the end.
Cadences are about as close to poems as I know.
Gonna run all day til the running's done.
A mile one, just for fun,
A mile two, just for you.
A mile three, just for me,
A mile four, give me more.
A mile five, I'm alive,
A mile six, just for kicks.
A mile seven, I'm in heaven,
A mile eight, celebrate.
A mile nine, feelin' fine,
A mile ten, lets do it again,
All over again, til the end.
Cadences are about as close to poems as I know.
George Carlin wrote:
I think it’s the duty of the comedian to find out where the line is drawn and cross it deliberately.
I read a lot of poetry. Some of it good... some of it I just think "omgwtf this got published" - it is the latter poems that give me hope for my own dollop of inconsequential tripe.
Also, wtf was I thinking posting thishere anywhere
Also, wtf was I thinking posting this
Haikubot wrote:
George Carlin wrote that
more people write poetry
than read poetry
more people write poetry
than read poetry
Just as Planned.
.
Edit: It's double spaced^^
Edited, Oct 17th 2011 7:45pm by Peimei
Edit: It's double spaced^^
Edited, Oct 17th 2011 7:45pm by Peimei
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