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Post by rockkid on Oct 25, 2005 7:31:21 GMT -5
So post it Mary, post it.
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Post by luke on Oct 25, 2005 10:07:52 GMT -5
Well, I don't write poetry, but it looks like I'm going to be Cobra Commander for Halloween. Was dead set on being Butt-head, but it's been in the 40s at night, so those little red gym shorts just ain't cuttin' it.
Almost hate to do it, since the other half is She-Ra and I'm not so keen on the 80s cartoon theme...
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Post by Kensterberg on Oct 25, 2005 17:07:55 GMT -5
I did see Mary's poem in the approx. three minutes that it was posted (on Bared Souls, I think) and I can say (1) that I can see why she wouldn't want to leave it up, and (b) it wasn't THAT bad. But then again, I've been accused of being a perpetual adolescent anyway, so what is my opinion worth?
NP: Lou Reed, "Strawman" ("when you're pissin' in the wind it comes right back at you!")
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Post by rockkid on Oct 26, 2005 7:59:42 GMT -5
Oh luke you have to post photos of that!
Poem in progress........................
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Post by Matheus on Oct 26, 2005 22:17:53 GMT -5
Truly scary...
I saw the beast rising out of the south with electoral votes and Florida
With a blasphemous name upon its head
And the beast that I saw said he was a Christian
And he was a elephant
And its mouth was a smirking mouth
The American people gave him power, and his throne, and great authority
He handed the military and Muslims mortal wounds
And it seems these mortal wounds will never heal
Yet more of the earth protested the beast in anger
People hated America for it had given authority to the beast
Those who worshipped the beast saying
"Who is like the beast and who can fight against the beast?"
With the beast’s smirking mouth uttering haughty and blasphemous words
It was given permission to exercise authority for ninety-six months
Opening its mouth to utter blasphemous words - against God
It was allowed to make war on innocents and to conquer
And authority was given it over every state
And against people and tongue and nation
And all who dwell on earth can protest it in vain
If anyone has an ear let him hear
If anyone is to be taken captive, into captivity he will go
If anyone who shoots with the gun, with the gun
::adapted from the book of revelations::
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Post by Kensterberg on Oct 26, 2005 22:31:52 GMT -5
WOW! I'm not sure if I'm rolling on the floor laughing my ass off, or terrified!
That poem is tops. Worthy of being emailed off to folks on my liberal email list ... very nicely done!
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Post by Matheus on Oct 26, 2005 22:45:12 GMT -5
thanks. im always politicking... It is actually quite scary judging where I got the inspiration from. A woman at work is a Christian and is always talking about Revelations and how this is a scary time, yet thinks what we're doing is right. And there's one line from revelations that says something about how we cannot hear evil men. Maybe it's just my point of view, and maybe I'm completely off base, but IMO, it's pretty evident how people can't "hear evil men" if they've supported this shit. haha... it's all supposed to be halloween fun, and it sucks cause i have to work at a family friendly place so i can't even dress up. i was thinking about going as either a "bruised ego," a "corporate pig" (basically wearing a tie and shit with a pig nose), or Pee-Wee Herman. I don't think I can afford Pee-Wee... could just go in... ah, nevermind.  |
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Post by rockkid on Oct 28, 2005 7:09:32 GMT -5
Stuck In The Middle With Succubus Dancing with skeletons
Brain dance, life long
Each one in a closet
Compartmentalized
Ratting on different days
Different ways
Memory sabers set to impale
Perpetually governing bones
Like some back lit pole dance with our souls
The chorus goes on
Is it Fear of the unknown or repeated that chills the bone
Spinning history of self made vinyl stories
All hallowed retread ground
Tortuous over us
Wave a flag of surrender or learn from ghosts |
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Post by strat-0 on Oct 28, 2005 11:15:03 GMT -5
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath
Sent thee respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Harriet!
Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Harriet!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
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Post by rockkid on Oct 28, 2005 20:28:42 GMT -5
Poe pilfer ;p
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Post by strat-0 on Oct 28, 2005 21:50:22 GMT -5
I prolly should have put it up at CE instead, but I thought was proper as a poem, playing off of the Meirs' thing.
"Nevermore..."
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JACkory
Struggling Artist
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Post by JACkory on Oct 29, 2005 11:22:42 GMT -5
Lukewarm
This greased jellyfish life
Injecting poison, slithering through my hands
Infecting nerves, numbing them comfortably
Easing me into acceptance
The ringing constant, a part of WHO I AM
The brain cell boneyard of unmarked graves
None missed but no more expendable
Empty now of imagination
Open door
Road blocks and dead ends all my own
A substitute for contentment to wallow in
A nasty hacking cough to wake the neighbours
Wriggle and squirm in my grip
Stinging fingers and palms
Burning, wasp-dropped, fell through my grasp
Into a hole in the ground
Dug for me by shovel-blistered mitts
All in a day's work
Between the morning bell and it's sunset companion
Slither and stink, filling up heaven and earth
Drink it in and spit it back out
Lukewarm.
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JACkory
Struggling Artist
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Post by JACkory on Oct 30, 2005 12:33:11 GMT -5
Happy Halloween, from my Ninja friend, Eric.  |
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Post by Ampage on Oct 30, 2005 15:32:57 GMT -5
Pumpkins are orange, goblins are green
Eat me.
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Post by luke on Oct 31, 2005 10:26:00 GMT -5
Happy Halloween, everyone. Hopefully I'll have soem pics of my Halloween extravanza up tomorrow.
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