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Started by Hector Valdez, May 26, 2012, 10:51:34 PM

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Gawen

Quote from: En_Route on May 28, 2012, 12:30:32 PM
Something I prepared earlier:


On listening to The Pogues while my wife plants asparagus

Sweetie, please watch out for bees
'cos my ipod volume's set to max
and I won't hear your alto screams
above the more rumbustious tracks.


*laffin*....funny.

There's talent out here
The essence of the mind is not in what it thinks, but how it thinks. Faith is the surrender of our mind; of reason and our skepticism to put all our trust or faith in someone or something that has no good evidence of itself. That is a sinister thing to me. Of all the supposed virtues, faith is not.
"When you fall, I will be there" - Floor

DeterminedJuliet

Quote from: En_Route on May 28, 2012, 12:30:32 PM

On listening to The Pogues while my wife plants asparagus

Sweetie, please watch out for bees
'cos my ipod volume's set to max
and I won't hear your alto screams
above the more rumbustious tracks.



My new favourite.
"We've thought of life by analogy with a journey, with pilgrimage which had a serious purpose at the end, and the THING was to get to that end; success, or whatever it is, or maybe heaven after you're dead. But, we missed the point the whole way along; It was a musical thing and you were supposed to sing, or dance, while the music was being played.

Tank

My poetry is all 18+ if you want to read it PM me :)
If religions were TV channels atheism is turning the TV off.
"Religion is a culture of faith; science is a culture of doubt." ― Richard P. Feynman
'It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it's called Life.' - Terry Pratchett
Remember, your inability to grasp science is not a valid argument against it.

Asmodean

Quote from: Tank on May 28, 2012, 04:10:55 PM
My poetry is all 18+ if you want to read it PM me :)
No such thing as 18+ poetry in The Asmo's book. If you are too young and inexperiened to understand a poem, you simply will not. If, on the other hand, you do understand, then you are old enough.

Quote from: Ecurb Noselrub on July 25, 2013, 08:18:52 PM
In Asmo's grey lump,
wrath and dark clouds gather force.
Luxembourg trembles.

Tank

Quote from: Asmodean on May 28, 2012, 04:27:49 PM
Quote from: Tank on May 28, 2012, 04:10:55 PM
My poetry is all 18+ if you want to read it PM me :)
No such thing as 18+ poetry in The Asmo's book. If you are too young and inexperiened to understand a poem, you simply will not. If, on the other hand, you do understand, then you are old enough.
I'm still not posting it in public on a 13+ forum  :D
If religions were TV channels atheism is turning the TV off.
"Religion is a culture of faith; science is a culture of doubt." ― Richard P. Feynman
'It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it's called Life.' - Terry Pratchett
Remember, your inability to grasp science is not a valid argument against it.

Asmodean

Quote from: Tank on May 28, 2012, 04:38:12 PM
I'm still not posting it in public on a 13+ forum  :D
*Imagines poetry with animal sex, torture, very hard-core and realistic violence and a mention of The Asmo*

...Daym!  :-\
Quote from: Ecurb Noselrub on July 25, 2013, 08:18:52 PM
In Asmo's grey lump,
wrath and dark clouds gather force.
Luxembourg trembles.

xSilverPhinx

#36
Totally no structure or good rhymes in this one but I feel overwhelimingly inspired.

Bugs. I have to write a paper on bugs.
What bugs me is that
Milipede, you're not where you're supposed to be.
100% of you are not where you'd be expected to be.
I stare at the paper with the data I've gathered.
What am I supposed to do?
I've got a statistical fluke
Staring right back at me.  
I am what survives if it's slain - Zack Hemsey


Hector Valdez

Ok, I got this:

The Rooster
He's a conquistador with red plumage
tugged at by brown skinned boys
curled up beside him like twin snakes.

They grope the pink quill while sleeping.
He offers them a touch. Their fingers
drink the texture in like horchata.

Soon the moon shall cock-block the sun,
los indios on his farm shall drop their hoes,
and pray for him to keep them alive.

The feather perched on top his skull,
will jangle as his arms wrap around
his chest in a frantic rubber spiral.

But the moon will step aside.
The moon must step aside.