Do You Write Poetry?

[xSilverPhinx]

You see, I came here because I thought this was about "The Art of Poetry Recitation," but..um...most people went to the other room to talk about other stuff.  I think I like it here better, with you two.

The art derail (sorry Nam!) has been given its own physical forum space now

Link to the thread: http://www.happyatheistforum.com/forum/index.php?topic=14399.0

Carry on.

[Magdalena]

Thank you, xSilverPhinx. 

Go ahead, Nam.
Poem! Poem! Poem! Poem! 

[Nam]

Thank you, xSilverPhinx. 

Go ahead, Nam.
Poem! Poem! Poem! Poem! 

Okay...I got two marriage proposals from some obviously desperate women for this poem.



rivergreen

I could not hope more to breathe
in each luminescent aura
where wind carries leaves beyond
each silhouette of your form

It could be the happiness growing
like the leaf to the root
or the touch of a lip upon a lip
upon the single wave salted in
             rivergreen eyes
like tears wiped from the face
   gazing upon the autumn sun
gently slipping into the womb
   of the earth

I could not hope more to breathe
in each whisper you echo in my heart
where the wind carries us beyond
the silhouette of the moon



David Garrett Arnold
May 08 2013

-Nam

[Siz]

Thank you, xSilverPhinx. 

Go ahead, Nam.
Poem! Poem! Poem! Poem! 

Okay...I got two marriage proposals from some obviously desperate women for this poem.



rivergreen

I could not hope more to breathe
in each luminescent aura
where wind carries leaves beyond
each silhouette of your form

It could be the happiness growing
like the leaf to the root
or the touch of a lip upon a lip
upon the single wave salted in
             rivergreen eyes
like tears wiped from the face
   gazing upon the autumn sun
gently slipping into the womb
   of the earth

I could not hope more to breathe
in each whisper you echo in my heart
where the wind carries us beyond
the silhouette of the moon



David Garrett Arnold
May 08 2013

-Nam

Pardon me for being a pathetic literalist, but I see no tangible story here. No continuity of ideas (except for the repetition of one sadly unfulfilled line) or coherent link from any line to the next. I see a collection of disparate sentences which barely make sense within themselves.

If you actually have a clue as to what it all means can you please explain it to me in simple, literal terms?

[Nam]

No. I don't explain my work. Well, I rarely explain my work. You either get it, or you don't. And if your interpretation is different than mine, I'm okay with that. If you think it's crap, I'm also okay with that. But I'm not going to explain it to you, or anyone else. Figure it out for yourself. It's how I learned to read poetry.

-Nam

[Siz]

No. I don't explain my work. Well, I rarely explain my work. You either get it, or you don't. And if your interpretation is different than mine, I'm okay with that. If you think it's crap, I'm also okay with that. But I'm not going to explain it to you, or anyone else. Figure it out for yourself. It's how I learned to read poetry.

-Nam

No, didn't think so...

Anyone else care to take a stab at this?

[Nam]

Here, this is somewhat literal. It's really long and inspired by the poet Michael Lally

a chickenshit (NSFW)

Spoiler

I guess I am getting tired of this shit
of in and out and out and in
backwards meaning forwards and forwards
meaning "STAND THE FUCK STILL!"
it's all bullshit in the end
just some cocksucker not knowing
how to suck a dick properly
about some skank
eating all the food in your kitchen
and smoking all your menthol's
before you can even fuckin' take a shower
it's all this shit wrapped up like
some blunt ready to be smoked by
that nigger you call a friend
he calls you cracker
which makes everything okay
because you both smoke the same crack
and suck each other's dicks;
when high is the only word
for a penis in your mouth
or a finger on your chest
or a tongue in your ass
it's all the same
it's pretend on a different level
at least that is what
you tell that skank you call
your girlfriend
she says she's bi-sexual
you say "me too"
and those orgies become comfortable
as bestiality plays a role
when you dream of your little sister,
she may be too young
but your 'Ken doll' fits just nice;
you keep it going
like the 9 O'Clock news
that tells you if you're heterosexual
then you can have a piece of paper
that says you can get a divorce too
and that you are a slave to your mate
but if you're a fucking fag
that you are lower then the feces
on the shoes of some religious freak
who say they love you only when you contribute
to their "Godly Ways" and respect your
sinful acts upon their creed
yet their Ministers fuck and molest their
10 year old daughters
(as tho some watch for entertainment)
but you're higher than a Jew
you might like "licking the Y"
and "swallowing the seed"
but at least you didn't kill Christ
like the Jews
tho if everything is pre-destined by God
then in all reality (my reality) God killed
his own Son
what a fucking bastard of a Father he is
burning him on the altar
of his damned existence!
it's a quagmire of sorts I guess
or I don't guess
and I just say
as you would say before the last breath
of your demise
tho crying; tearing out the fibers of
your brand new suit that you bought
for your mother's funeral when you
were only in the shadows
because your family disowned you
for being against a war that was wrong
so they disowned you when you went
AWOL and then was arrested
but you didn't go to prison
you just got dis-honorably discharged
and when you went home your mother
spat on you and your drunken father
urinated on you
but you didn't really care for
that was the first time and only time
that you actually remember your family caring
about you in any shape or form,
I mean when you were younger
your mother used to wash your body
10x's a day to get the dirt off you
tho she called it sin
and your father used to rape you
then beat you afterwards because he
enjoyed his sick pleasures
and he wonders why you like sucking his dick
it must have been the work of those
fags out there that convert
people to their sinful ways
no your father couldn't have been
a party to it
it is the fault of those goddamn fags!
so it had to be their fault
and not his because he treated you right
and raised you to be a man so it had to be
the fault of those fucking faggy liberals
and who cares for them in the
U.S. of K.K.K.?
no not your daddy
and seeing your mother being
lowered in the grave just makes you feel
all weepy inside
at least that is what you tell
your parole officer
after skipping town with that
skank of a girlfriend
to go to Atlantic City to get
married by a rodeo clown
and he believes your obvious lie
of a story when what you were
really doing was having sex with
his 15 year old daughter
because she hates her daddy
'cause she feels that him putting food
on the table and paying the bills
is more important than paying attention
to her in her times of need,
she would go to her mother
but she left town with the rodeo clown
but neither of that is here nor there
or really anywhere in the end
it just conflicts in an un-ending
battle of evil vs. good
good being what actually is evil and evil
just wanting to be left the fuck alone
but a chickenshit can't learn
to stay out of the affairs
of the business they just
do not belong in
but they enter it because they
like the tight twats that are
shaven and bleed hard
just like one of those young girls
in those pornographic movies
not pedophilia
but pornography
it isn't exploitation
it is right of passage
and it isn't demeaning to women
if it was demeaning to anyone
then it would be demeaning
to men because they get paid
50x's less than the women
and also they have to become a fag
if they want to get anywhere
in that business
but to some it isn't a business
tho it does rake in billions of dollars
and employs all those abused girls and boys
of the Generation W.X,Y and Z
but to say it isn't a business
and just another thing targeted towards children -
that it must be wiped from the
face of the earth
because what the conservatives say
must go
for if they don't
then they'll just create voices
(more about the population)
continue bantering those that
don't think like they do
dress in their little tutu's
and parade down Central Street
waving their White Supremacy Flags
where they propose an idea
to Congress about sending all non-whites
back to their original destinations
yet in all reality the whites didn't
come from America;
and will they keep the name: America
since it is a foreign name but still
not truly a 'White' name
tho are white people all really white
can they trace their heritage and ancestors
back to the day of dawn
do these White-Supremist-Christians realize
that the man they pray to
was Jewish and more black than white?
probably not since their heads are so
far up their own asses that all
they see is an un-ending
negativity - because of what they
were either raised or brain-washed
to believe or something 'bad' happened
in their life that they just
wanted someone or something to blame
something or someone other than themselves
and their 'white-skin' had to be to blame
no nothing is right when everything is wrong
and lights break outside
and welcomes a new life
what this life pertains or even consists of
may actually be irrelevant
on some plane of existence
what plain exactly it is
doesn't really matter
it is there within and without
and it does go backwards and as well forwards
in a time of indecision's
where deciding whether you do
want that sandwich or that Jack Daniels
or that blow by the hooker down
the street where you live who happens
to look like your 14 year old sister
and just very well may be
since your sister ran away from home
when she was 11 years old because her mother
wouldn't allow her to wear make-up
and play house for real
so she ran away and became a 'teen idol'
for all the future porno stars and
girls that get raped
because they just look so damn fine
in those private school uniforms
and those are really the only girls who get raped
because those fat obese cunts
who complain shouldn't because
well hell
probably the only time they'll get sex
so they should feel lucky
that someone actually wanted to
touch their fat titty asses,
it makes no difference anyway, right?
I mean it isn't like they are going
to have a fulfilling life
all they are going to be thinking
of is how they are so fat
and how they wish they were
skinny and as they think or say
this to themselves alone
or in the mirror
they'll have a malt in one hand
a turkey leg in the other
and all that thinking will get them nowhere
in the end
so they should go buy a gun and
shoot their miserable fatty brains away
to put them out of their obvious misery
they are in
and then they will be thin
as the fat decays away and
all that will be left is just
their skeleton
or they can just use drugs
and get high
pretend that they are thin
and maybe find out what a treadmill is
and then use it
then when they don't expect it
BOOM! they'll be thin
but what the hell do I know
I'm thin
but I come from an obese family
(just don't tell them that)
but I guess all of that is neither here
nor there
or that place where me and Ethnie
used to play doctor after school
she touched me in places I didn't
even know existed
and I touched her to the point
where she had multiple orgasms
and 9 months later a kid popped
out of her
we named her Peggy Sue
after a Buddy Holly song
but her nickname was Mary Jane
because when she was conceived
we both were extremely stoned
or drunk - whatever
we both decided Tequiza wasn't
a good nickname for a girl
tho you never know these days
and we didn't want
her to be picked on
tho either way she might
since I am a nigger
and her mother is a gook
and with her slanted eyes
kids are sure to pick on her
why?
because parents are cruel
and they let their bad habits
fall to their children
and don't care about
the consequences that follow
it is un-ending and pretending
in the reality of reality not
actually existing
it becomes a headache
fortitude breathing attitude of
just not being
the rainbows that cry at night
the fairy's are staring at the satellites
the cradle in dismay
but we'll be in the stars soon enough
we'll colonize Mars and breathe in Venus
find who we are or
was - fondle ourselves
and we will find this peace
that is in pieces
on the kitchen floor
not knowing really
who we are
we just think we do
because we want the government to tell
us how to live what to do
and what to say
nudity is a sin
and the FCC has killed the radio star
now they are after the rest of the world
nothing is public domain
everything that is in the public
Congress to pass a Law
that states
your soul belongs to them
they are your God
so get in line
to bow down and worship them
by kissing their feet
they aren't like the President
no they are
better than him
they will dictate you
into their decree
suck their dicks
lick their clits
and be consumed by the goodness of
who they are
I guess listening to music is
going to change
no music singing about shooting up
like we used to do
on those friday nights
they don't want to hear reality
in songs - it all has to be
some sort of stereophonic cantaloupe
of some discourse
I guess that new group
I have won't be playing their songs
on the radio anymore
damn that Janet Jackson for having
milky chocolate tits
you know those who watch the NFL
are all members of the Klan
or the NCAAP
either way
the fun is all going down the shitter
and fucking its way to some
4th world Country where soccer is football and
football is dodge ball
and Communism is now in fashion
so donate your money to
the foundation I created
just so the average American citizen can
get screwed
Michael Lally is rolling in his
empty grave
shooting heroin - not into his arm
but with an actual gun
because stupid things like that
amuse him
or at least that was what he told
me at the company picnic
tho this company is pretend
or actually is a club that Ginsberg created
and he just forgot to invite me
(damn bastard)
oh well I am unknown anyway
at least that is what people
tell me after
they read my work
that I am unknown
because what I write
is just dribble drabble
for the loser
but the writer next door
who cares gives good head
at least that is what her loser
husband told me
after getting me drunk
and then taking advantage of me
or I just made all that up
seeing how that I am not a fag
but I want to be
well I want to be when I get
that sex change
and become that hot teacher that all
the kids fantasize about
while not paying attention
when they should
because who wants to be 25
and still in 10th grade
but I guess it doesn't matter - especially
if you're hitting your teacher
after school as your mother and father
worry when you come home late
every night
but really they don't care
they just feel bad that you get
laid more often then they do
at least that is what the cat says
to them in their sleep;
it's all an avoidance
of some kind
birds flying into windows
windows breaking
and the lights just
going out like desolate occurrences
as if they were normal
or not normal
I guess it all depends on who
you are or who you hang out with
and spoon
or fork - whatever the case may be,
I don't know, ask Kerouac.




David Garrett Arnold
February 26 2004

-Nam

[Sandra Craft]

No. I don't explain my work. Well, I rarely explain my work. You either get it, or you don't. And if your interpretation is different than mine, I'm okay with that. If you think it's crap, I'm also okay with that. But I'm not going to explain it to you, or anyone else. Figure it out for yourself. It's how I learned to read poetry.

-Nam

It's like jokes -- if you have to explain it, it doesn't work.

[Sandra Craft]

You see, I came here because I thought this was about "The Art of Poetry Recitation," but..um...most people went to the other room to talk about other stuff.  I think I like it here better, with you two.

The art derail (sorry Nam!) has been given its own physical forum space now

Link to the thread: http://www.happyatheistforum.com/forum/index.php?topic=14399.0

Carry on.

Yay, xSPx!  I could never figure out how to do that.

[Nam]

You see, I came here because I thought this was about "The Art of Poetry Recitation," but..um...most people went to the other room to talk about other stuff.  I think I like it here better, with you two.

The art derail (sorry Nam!) has been given its own physical forum space now

Link to the thread: http://www.happyatheistforum.com/forum/index.php?topic=14399.0

Carry on.

Yay, xSPx!  I could never figure out how to do that.

It's actually quite easy with SMF. I could show you but I'm not a mod (nor am I advocating/hinting to be one).

-Nam

[Crow]

Anyone else care to take a stab at this?

I haven't read poetry in years and never been good at it except for the stuff TMP post but I will have a go.

The first section is about being in awe of the person. The middle is about coming together be it figuratively or literally, implicit or explicit perhaps both, the usage of rivergreen comes across as something personal. The end is similar to the beginning but with element about the happiness at where the relationship could go.

[Magdalena]

Okay...I got two marriage proposals from some obviously desperate women for this poem.



rivergreen

I could not hope more to breathe
in each luminescent aura
where wind carries leaves beyond
each silhouette of your form

This part is probably about what the other person looks like.



This part is probably about....

It could be the happiness growing
like the leaf to the root
or the touch of a lip upon a lip
upon the single wave salted in
             rivergreen eyes
like tears wiped from the face
   gazing upon the autumn sun
gently slipping into the womb
   of the earth

I could not hope more to breathe
in each whisper you echo in my heart
where the wind carries us beyond
the silhouette of the moon



David Garrett Arnold
May 08 2013

-Nam

This is....about....Wait...Um....Hmm...

[xSilverPhinx]

You see, I came here because I thought this was about "The Art of Poetry Recitation," but..um...most people went to the other room to talk about other stuff.  I think I like it here better, with you two.

The art derail (sorry Nam!) has been given its own physical forum space now

Link to the thread: http://www.happyatheistforum.com/forum/index.php?topic=14399.0

Carry on.

Yay, xSPx!  I could never figure out how to do that.

Apparently it was a pain before the Great Crash, now it's quite simple. You can select which posts you want to split et voilà!

[xSilverPhinx]

Anyone else care to take a stab at this?

I'll try.

rivergreen

This is the title...

I could not hope more to breathe
in each luminescent aura
where wind carries leaves beyond
each silhouette of your form

It could be the happiness growing
like the leaf to the root
or the touch of a lip upon a lip
upon the single wave salted in
             rivergreen eyes
like tears wiped from the face
   gazing upon the autumn sun
gently slipping into the womb
   of the earth

I could not hope more to breathe
in each whisper you echo in my heart
where the wind carries us beyond
the silhouette of the moon

Um...

[Magdalena]

Anyone else care to take a stab at this?

I'll try.

rivergreen

This is the title...

I think you're right.