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Post by wayved on Feb 20, 2007 22:17:29 GMT -5
This is a new poem I came up with. It occurred to me in a dream.
LKJHFOKOIUYEJHBDGHKSGJKHGDMNBMCUYGSYGYDGYGDYGDYGYDGYDGD
Its the secret of the universe.
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Post by samplestiltskin on Feb 23, 2007 8:56:46 GMT -5
i liked 'waiting room' wayved. been there. a lot.
lots of times i'll try to nap in the afternoon if i can't sleep when i get home in the morning, but poetry is plaguing me!! plaguing me because i am thinking in poetry, lines and lines that i'm too excited about to sleep through, but when i try to write something down it all goes into abstracts there are no words for. so here was my first 'successful' attempt at writing something down. this one about growing a new arm (don't ask i guess..) was driving me nuts so i had to let it go and try for this one.
simplest view
shadows through dreams frame me, dreams
the ways and means to my growing feet
you are what you eat so we become ourselves
grow stale on the shelves
pray to the walls of our own freedom
i will spit in my biology's eye
and wage war on my definition of my mind
this thing i find bequeathed me
underneath the thing i call myself
too deep i've delved into this fey banquet
memory defines me like binary code
the program flowing gold
silk penants to battle going down
into this sewer, a shoe in
purer than inspiration at four in the morning
an eternal birth that you'll never get over
i will not be No Man
i pray i'll be me
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JACkory
Struggling Artist
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Post by JACkory on Feb 23, 2007 13:03:24 GMT -5
Nice work, smaps. I need to print that one out and spend some time with it.
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Post by samplestiltskin on Feb 23, 2007 14:34:14 GMT -5
Oh my god, i'd completely forgotten about the days where I would print out people's poetry and have it by my computer in the dorms to mull over. Maaaan... I had JLLM shit up there.. weeps.. jordass.. How the mighty have slipped away and found real lives.
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Post by sisyphus on Feb 23, 2007 20:20:24 GMT -5
great poem, samps! i'll be coming back to it to mull a bit later. i like your style.
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Post by samplestiltskin on Mar 1, 2007 11:11:25 GMT -5
i love that wolf eyes now posts a daily wolf eyes haiku. (the daily wolfku)
my daily haiku:
donuts flavored like
cherry are perhaps the peak
of man-made grossness.
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Post by Thorngrub on Apr 11, 2007 15:04:59 GMT -5
Orbus
War blessed
these grounds.
Spirit carried
us away in
secrecy.
Sacrificed
children flower
into the universe,
an atom.
Choosing
not to be,
an agnostic
heresy is
invoked.
Flowing
poison
of eggs
laid in
an eye
socket.
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Post by Thorngrub on Apr 11, 2007 15:05:15 GMT -5
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Post by sisyphus on Apr 12, 2007 11:53:17 GMT -5
love it, thorny!
all this stuff on Darfur has been hitting me again.... Here's a poem I wrote a while ago that was triggered by this stuff:
Solip-schizm
somewhere
a child is starving boneward into blackness.
somewhere else
another child is numb-dumbing beneath the weight
of images
of starving children
in living color.
somewhere
a child is watching the torn legs of his mother
absorb the flaccid dick that drips out of war
through the pinched eyes of a hungry stomach.
somewhere else
a child is being taught to passively rape images flashing
across the gaping hole of his mother t.v.,
a mother whose materialized advertisements
are consuming the lining of his own stomach.
the starving child needs.
the wealthy child needs to need.
both are dying.
which need should i be more concerned with?
which need to i need?
is equality a virtue?
with so many evils in the world
clambering for attention,
what is the most efficient approach
for turning things around in the next generation?
do we help the starving take the food that is rightfully theirs
so they can rise up and
wake up the children hypnotized by the t.v.?
do we wake the children hypnotized by the t.v.
so that they can rise up and champion the cause
of the starving?
is this whole world of living and dying and fucking and birthing
and killing and crying and lying and flirting nothing, but
an elaborate ruse?
a distraction pummeling it’s weight against
a the far weightier issue of awareness itself?
or are such preoccupations of mind merely the
indulgent pastime of a guilt ridden bourgeoisie?
i don’t know. but if i were living 2000 years ago,
i would not be seeking to come to terms with
atrocities on the other side of the planet
because i would not be AWARE of them.
i would not be sweeping the shattered pieces
of my chaotic paradigm into a plastic dust pan
manufactured in taiwan. children in my own neighborhood
would not be disseminating themselves into images and crack-pipes.
i would not be writing this not-quite-a-poem
amalgamation of letters.
perhaps letters, perhaps the images of letters, perhaps the signifiers and signs of the signified
are the sperm that impregnated our mind into such a cell dividing fracture of alpha bet!
i don’t know what to do with awareness,
but i feel as if we’re perched together on the cusp
of a collective delivery, or hemorrhage,
whichever comes first.
through divine masturbation
buddha impregnated and gave birth to himself within
the belly of a white elephant, and now the legs of humanity
are spread wide. our cunt is dilated blood sky and
the contractions drum quickly in the zenith of polarization.
will we give birth to a monster or a god?
let’s call a doctor to localize the anesthetic,
and refuse to cut the umbilical cord with the icy
scissors of solipsism,
for we are god experiencing itself,
through a glass, darkly.
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Post by sisyphus on Apr 12, 2007 11:54:14 GMT -5
here's an easy thing anyone can do for Darfur... come on people, it's just like with east Timor... we just need to put enough popular pressure on the government so that they pull the nec. plugs:
CALL 1-800-GENOCIDE (1-800-436-6243) and we will connect you with your representative free of charge!
What to say:
You are a constituent concerned about the genocide in Darfur.
You are urging your representative to encourage President Bush to implement the provisions of the DPAA, including asset freezes and port-entry denial.
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Post by wayved on Apr 21, 2007 0:49:51 GMT -5
i was gonna post some stupid ass poem....
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Post by maarts on Apr 22, 2007 3:01:42 GMT -5
...still waiting on 'stupid ass poem'. C'mon Glen, poetry is really simple...the first thing you need is gthe first and the last line!  |
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Post by samplestiltskin on Apr 22, 2007 5:28:14 GMT -5
and make sure it doesn't rhyme. those are the stupid assesist. right hten, it's time for me to go to bed. silly me thinking i could type, or think../  |
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Post by Thorngrub on Apr 23, 2007 11:16:07 GMT -5
mirrorWhen the woodgrain invites you in do you dare oblige or maybe meet its stare and realize that you invited it there first When the woods invite you in maybe they're sitting in your parlour just to warm their toes by the fire, a fair trade when you roast off a hank of that flesh do you suppose whose feet get dusted off at the other's egress, when returning from a campout if a book is missing from your shelf, now you know why. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - twilit.blogspot.com
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Post by skvorisdeadsorta on Apr 23, 2007 13:03:36 GMT -5
My Poem For the Day:
I like the way a knife
gleams in the moonlight
I like the way a knife
feels so right
when it's in the top of your skull.
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