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Jon
06-21-2010, 07:36 AM
Here are a few pics to get your creative juices flowing. I will put up a poll sometime in August.


http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/batteredmale-1.jpg


http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/atomicbomb.jpg


http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/arora.jpg


http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/truck-dogs.jpg

http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/truck1.jpg

http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/cougarwink.jpg


http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/Iknow.jpg


http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/IMG_0073-1.jpg


http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/inbread-1.jpg


http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/insomnia-eye1-1.jpg


http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/lichen-1.jpg


http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/LovePC06.jpg


http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/mathew.jpg

http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/mousetrap.jpg


http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/reverndjimav.jpg


http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/safetydance2-1.jpg

flaggwalkstheline
07-22-2010, 03:58 PM
I got something, I was looking at that nuclear explosion photo and trying come up with something for it then I remembered a particular unrelated incident in a public restroom that happened the other day that I connected with nuclear apocalypse somehow

ahem

A necessity of comas

Unpollinated stopsigns flutter on metal stalks in the lonely western night of great drums

Each moment has starts in another moment, each of equal absurdity

And this moment of ugly slack jawed clarity started unexpectedly

When I went into a public restroom at the same time as a police officer

He was big and muscular, dressed in black with a shiny badge and an oily gun on his hip

He had the swagger of someone who is in control, knows it

And is prepared to defend that control by whatever force necessary

He possessed the same smirk as the young men with tattoos and AK47s he’s sworn to arrest

We stood at the urinals and I tried to ignore the specter of authority

I can’t piss when I’m nervous and his squawking radio didn’t help

He could probably taste my fear oozing out of every sweatgland like some kind of criminal pheromone

I could taste the gulp of it so there’s no way a trained fearsniffer could miss it

I washed my hands slowly doing everything I could to ignore him

And as I walked out that thick wooden door into the hallway

I realized that it’s always been this way, there’s always an us and them or a me and you

A coyote and a roadrunner writhing in technicolor freudian torment

There are those of us who are blunt and polished reactive

Who have the fascist twostep goosestep twelve step swagger

And then there are those of us who sneak around them ratdancing and irrationally guilty

Though we urinate side by side in the same stained porcelain

Some boys have heavier feet to put down

And push their pornographically fickle accelerators

To the euthanasia breakdown blueprint vanishing point of original sin

They can take a stand on their grandpas’ burial mounds

For hot-rod lust and squealing justice witch burning ditch digging burden of victory

And for toe tapping bra snapping brutality mentality of the absolute

But that’s not me, my snarl is a lukewarm fictional sneeze

I’m one of those rare invisible undercooked idealists

Not the kind to wolfwhistle obscenities from rooftops at passing females

Though sometimes I scorch with a dandelion puffing wish to partake in the soft zap of their breath

And from my optimist wasteland-tinted glasses viewpoint in the dust

I know I have an itch of unfinished responsibility simmering

Scratching out an SOS code in hopefully desiccated crayon gashes

The iron palaces and phallic war-machines of the john waynes and stanley kowalskis

Will wash away in an antiseptic flood from one too many pissing contests

But just to be sure, I can’t look over both shoulders at the same time you know

I would like to declare in big neon mercury tainted letters a kilometer high as a kite

An anti-capitalist, anti-communist, anti-terrorist, anti-teaparty,

Anti-hippie, anti-yuppie, anti-democrat, anti republican,

Anti consumerist, anti-psychotic, anti-freeze

Scream at crackable deaf swaying imitative of trees wall of imperial tombstones

Momentary manifesto of flood memoirs

I would like to spit a spite loogey towards the atmosphere and watch it hang there, glistening

I’d like to make a long distance call to hold someone in my arms

I want to sprint up and tell anyone willing to listen for my occasionally gilgamesh heartbeat,

“You and I should lie on the grass with the fruitflies and discarded beer bottles

Watching the stars drift by like pulsing ships that don’t know they’re already sunk

Give it a try, your bank account can wait

And the tupperware leftovers won’t get any more rotten and unedible in your fridge than they are now

I want you to realize and maybe help me convince myself

That even the bent repentant shoeshiners

Can shake of the horseflies, when sharing the soft taste of a stargaze”

Sadly, that kind of talk is nearly a forbidden quantity in this time of illuminated alleyways

We who possess the reinvented double edged silver ego word

Are all too often fed swiftly, finally and drenched in beads of sniper sweat

To convenience stores open all night glowing gasoline high fructose false oasis

Or various snowballing vietnams and their squalling broods

To leaving green lands and parking lots behind for something not too different

Butchering the ideal into palatable chunks, easy to chew

Shoveled into thorazine anti depressant cleaning solution sizzles

To morning pie and black coffee serving diners with angry methmouth waitresses wanting orders

While outside trains and SUVs and greyhound buses obliviously speed through shimmery deserts

To twilight nightlight repetitious existence sustained on foodstamp stews boiled pink

To late night television laughtrack comfortable slip away heart attack bathrobes

To suburban mind sleeping comas, convinced of their necessity we march on giddy with self destruction

Tossed into the happymeal furnaces of a plasticized gaea

A lithe swimmer rising out of pondscum morning breath is your fantasy now

Consummate volcanic eroticism?

Scheming a tightrope to balance on as it suits my nausea

The american hallucination will gobble my innocence with many a fairy tale giant grunt

It stands confident, red white and blown glass boogeyman outside my bedroom

So I wait out these last few solstices with the blinds closed to keep out street lights, moonlight

Neighbors fighting, car doors slamming, backfiring gunshots sirens dog howl serenade

Under the covers with a flashlight and a comicbook

I don’t ever want to have what it takes to wear the big stomping boots

Or slip a silk tie noosey around my neck

For the eventual unknown inevitable whiplash jealous hangman

If I had a time machine I would go skipping forward into the future

And shoot myself dead right when I’ll expect it

At least then I’d know when he was coming

I would be my own blue angel countdown timer

But such fantasies are only all too typical as I shake with uncertain mumbled dreamhums

Soothing voice of reasonable conduct intones,

“When you finally stop running stomping pavement flat footed and wheezing the joy of escape

They will suck it out of you drop by drop with the most colorful twisty straws you have ever seen”

Popped stockmarket bubble of chocolate milk children with missing front teeth grim on a carton

Unable to sustain the illusion of rabid seafoam

I lift this clown painted tragedy on my sunburned epiphany for a nickel shoulders

Smiling sly and unwise, a failed cherub with red cheeks

I get down on a bended knee to poke with my tongue

The clear water running scared from well mannered wounds

Svelte impossibility cuts deeper than the blind shine sword of the hypnotist

So as the bluesmen mystics of another century predicted with such bruised wit

Started with something simple as pissing next to a cop in a public bathroom

There will be a reckoning, a beckoning and a crossroads


I can either snicker about my predicament, irreverent and irrelevant

Or I can let the terror-pill of posthumous growing-up dawn upon me bitterly



Honestly though, I’d rather the sound of my laughter mingles wet with the flushing of waste

Rituals of realization and purification on their way to vast oceans of chlorine

flaggwalkstheline
07-25-2010, 05:45 AM
cmon other people, there are lots of neato pics up there begging to have poems written about em, hop to it!

educatedlady
07-25-2010, 06:01 AM
Some of these have caught my eye. I'll try to write something later when I'm not at work.

Jon
07-25-2010, 08:57 AM
Only Flagg can make a loogie so poetic. :lol:

flaggwalkstheline
08-13-2010, 02:36 PM
soooooo
howbout those other poems yet?

I'm waaaaiting:pirate::P

Jon
08-14-2010, 12:32 PM
I will offer one and extend the time.

Jon
08-14-2010, 12:34 PM
(From the first pic)


Biochemical Beasts of Burden











The heat of passion cannot hope to melt the glacial truth

But as biochemical beasts of burden, we try endlessly

Our words; our actions carry silly, caloric, vein hope

Hope of thwarting the force that gouges fjords in our psyche

You question this? View the topography of the human brain.

Fjords and folds abound as if geologic forces were working overtime.

We feel the euphoric rush and eventually the searing pain.

We then turn to that glacier to sooth the cruel, stinging, heat

Only to find gouges deeper than ever before and a new burn

Love…forever? It is “until I find another” or ’Til death do us part.

For you see, even the strongest love is rent asunder by death.






http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/Fjords.jpg



http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/Brain1.jpg

alinda
08-14-2010, 01:04 PM
http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/atomicbomb.jpg

I am the monster that gandalf tried to kill
my whip in hand , can't get my fill.
If I don't scare you nothing will.
Kiss your ass goodbye.:scared:

LadyHitchhiker
08-14-2010, 02:27 PM
Beaten by the flame of beauty
I doggedly wait for the movement
of the winking wild cat
- who some think is the devil -
He creeps along the beach.
He waits among the freaks.
I wait in bed with one-eye open
dreaming of the colorful rocks
the way they change his coat,
next to that same beach.
can't wait to type on my pretty computer
as I question all
the futility and cruelty of a mouse trap
when there are such beautiful felines
to keep me woefully and joyfully awake.
In my life and in my dreams,
the wild cat dances
chasing prey
chasing dreams
living in my heart,
and as much with me as he can be.

candy
08-15-2010, 03:05 AM
http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/batteredmale-1.jpg


Hello

Will you listen while i tell you, while i try to explain?

I dont know why i do the things that i do,
i only know that it hurts you
and that is enough

there is a bitch inside of me, she's called candy too
somewhere deep inside she enjoys your pain
your look of hurt when i hit that mark
that glance that says 'enough baby enough'
Why do my punches not hurt you?
why do my scratches not break the skin
yet the words i use cause grievance wounds
these wounds that take so long to heal

i should know better, i've been hurt too.
sometimes i think stop, stop just stop.
but there are other times when it seems
You're 6 foot tall and made of wood
or so it seems to me.

know that after its all said, and i wish to take it back
i look at your back as we lie in bed and think why?
why do i do these things i do, that hurt so deeply
create these wounds that no one but i can see
and then she's back, old candy too and hates your back
that broad expanse of skin turned in anger.

how dare you turn your back on me
who are you to be so proud
turn round and face me
be a man
bastard

will you listen while i try to explain?

Jean
08-15-2010, 10:01 AM
I am the monster that gandalf tried to kill
my whip in hand , can't get my fill.
If I don't scare you nothing will.
Kiss your ass goodbye.

My lady’s coming down that distant hill
Her graceful, lissome walk gives me a thrill
Whoever harms her will be drowned in swill:
Kiss your ass goodbye

alinda
08-15-2010, 01:30 PM
Jean, how funny! Look at the photo, do you not see thefire monster that pulled old Gandolf off the bridge? Whip around his ankle....do you see him? :couple:

ladysai
08-15-2010, 07:13 PM
I see it! It is the Balrog and his whip!
Good eyes, Linda! :clap:

Jean
08-16-2010, 12:10 AM
Jean, how funny! Look at the photo, do you not see thefire monster that pulled old Gandolf off the bridge? Whip around his ankle....do you see him? :couple:
I can see that, but when I see you posting you eclipse everything else.

alinda
08-16-2010, 01:55 AM
:blush: thank you, I always feel the same way about you. :D

Jon
08-20-2010, 10:08 AM
http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/batteredmale-1.jpg


Hello

Will you listen while i tell you, while i try to explain?

I dont know why i do the things that i do,
i only know that it hurts you
and that is enough

there is a bitch inside of me, she's called candy too
somewhere deep inside she enjoys your pain
your look of hurt when i hit that mark
that glance that says 'enough baby enough'
Why do my punches not hurt you?
why do my scratches not break the skin
yet the words i use cause grievance wounds
these wounds that take so long to heal

i should know better, i've been hurt too.
sometimes i think stop, stop just stop.
but there are other times when it seems
You're 6 foot tall and made of wood
or so it seems to me.

know that after its all said, and i wish to take it back
i look at your back as we lie in bed and think why?
why do i do these things i do, that hurt so deeply
create these wounds that no one but i can see
and then she's back, old candy too and hates your back
that broad expanse of skin turned in anger.

how dare you turn your back on me
who are you to be so proud
turn round and face me
be a man
bastard

will you listen while i try to explain?


Candy...this poem touches me so deeply. Words mean things and can do damage. After all; the pen is mightier than the sword. I lived 22 years with a gradual break down of self esteem. A break down to the point that I lashed out at innocent people with my words.

This is odd to say but...thank you for the tears this poem brought.

candy
08-20-2010, 10:37 AM
:couple: me too jon, my poems my not be elequent but they are always straight from the heart

Jon
08-22-2010, 12:21 PM
Indeed!:couple:

ICry4Oy
08-22-2010, 12:27 PM
http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/batteredmale-1.jpg

Roses are red,:rose:
Violets are blue.:cry:
Suck my dick.:dance:

Jon
08-22-2010, 01:06 PM
What???

Brice
08-22-2010, 02:28 PM
http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/batteredmale-1.jpg

Roses are red,:rose:
Violets are blue.:cry:
Suck my dick.:dance:

Such a subtly elegant poem. :rofl:

BROWNINGS CHILDE
08-24-2010, 12:38 AM
http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/insomnia-eye1-1.jpg

The Vigil

This old house,
Is full of creaks,
Of groaning boards,
That squeal and squeak.

Is that a haunt,
That roams the halls,
Or something else,
That creeps and crawls?

I mustn't sleep,
Or even blink.
They'll come for sure,
If I should wink.

Outside my window,
Lurks the beast.
Upon my flesh,
It yearns to feast.

Another waits,
Beneath my bed.
If I should look,
I'd lose my head.

So I lie still,
Eyes open wide.
Until the morn,
I must abide.

I cannot move,
Or make a peep,
But above all,
I mustn't sleep.

candy
08-24-2010, 10:55 AM
:clap: oh i like that!!

Jon
08-25-2010, 11:23 AM
Good stuff, B.C.!!

ICry4Oy
08-25-2010, 11:54 AM
http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/batteredmale-1.jpg
Roses are red,:rose:
Violets are blue.:cry:
Suck my dick.:dance:


What???


It's funnier if you read it with Ben Stein's voice!




...




I'll try again:




http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/arora.jpg



A GOOD DAY AFTERALL

I woke up in a fog
with nothing to say;
had my coffee and shower,
dressed and was on my way.

I was in a bad mood
expecting a bad day
when I looked up and realized
the sky is gay!

~

Jon
08-25-2010, 12:03 PM
:wtf:

BROWNINGS CHILDE
02-21-2011, 12:38 AM
Did we collectively forget about this or what?

Jean
02-21-2011, 01:04 AM
we criminally neglected

I hope to see some activity here

BROWNINGS CHILDE
07-03-2011, 04:45 PM
We need a new contest.

The Road Virus
07-03-2011, 05:00 PM
Try to lick your elbows :D

:lol: I'm just kidding (and agree with you about a new contest reviving this thread )

ladysai
07-23-2013, 12:14 PM
I hope its ok to post an image here to prompt possible poems...
(Apologies to Jean and Odetta if Ive erred!)
This one was in Huffpost recently and it touched something in me, and Im dying to read others' poetic perspetive on it.....



http://i.huffpost.com/gen/1249107/thumbs/o-JOSEPH-CRACHIOLA-PHOTOGRAPHY-570.jpg?8


what grace of innocence
unites the young
in Joy
such a simple magic
is Love





Other perspectives on the image?

Jean
07-23-2013, 10:18 PM
sweetheart, it's not "ok" - it's awesome!!! we sure need some activity here, and this picture is wonderful, as is your little poem

:rose: :rose: :rose:

ladysai
07-24-2013, 05:47 AM
bearhugs!

Odetta
07-24-2013, 08:09 AM
Ladysai! *smooch*

Yay! OK, people... Start posting poems!!!

Steve
07-30-2013, 09:48 AM
http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff79/walterodim_photos/atomicbomb.jpg

I asked my daughter the other day
"Honey, do you know about Hiroshima?
About Nagasaki, Bikini Atoll, or
the Manhattan Project?

Ever hear of Enola Gay?
Does the name Oppenheimer ring a bell?
Do you know when they split the atom
It was unleashing the hounds of hell?

Honey, do you have any idea
What a nuclear bomb does?"

She looked up at me
Eyes shining

And she said,
"It goes boom, Daddy."

ladysai
07-30-2013, 08:33 PM
Cool post!
I especially like:
"Do you know when they split the atom
It was unleashing the hounds of hell?"

Have any thoughts on this image?
http://i.huffpost.com/gen/1249107/thumbs/o-JOSEPH-CRACHIOLA-PHOTOGRAPHY-570.jpg?8

I am pondering a response to your image, Steve....





~smooch~ to Odetta!

Steve
07-31-2013, 09:33 AM
http://i.huffpost.com/gen/1249107/thumbs/o-JOSEPH-CRACHIOLA-PHOTOGRAPHY-570.jpg?8

We wore crooked smiles and belled-out jeans
and pushed a shopping cart down the street.
Hand in hand in hand in hand,
black on white on white on black.
Sometimes we got looks, we never got words
except when this old man stopped us
and said, "You give this old heart hope
for the future of man."
It didn't occur to me then, but now I realize
That old guy was blind.

sgc1999
08-06-2013, 06:52 AM
http://i.huffpost.com/gen/1249107/thumbs/o-JOSEPH-CRACHIOLA-PHOTOGRAPHY-570.jpg?8

We wore crooked smiles and belled-out jeans
and pushed a shopping cart down the street.
Hand in hand in hand in hand,
black on white on white on black.
Sometimes we got looks, we never got words
except when this old man stopped us
and said, "You give this old heart hope
for the future of man."
It didn't occur to me then, but now I realize
That old guy was blind.



I'm sorry to bring the glass half empty, but it would kill me to find out this picture was "put together" and these kids don't even know each other"
I'm sorry, this world has made me a part time skeptic. so the other part will hope that it is a random shot, and that all the media, interracial, intersexual, "we are all friends" , tv shows, presidency's,ect..is a real try, and not another magic trick.

Just sayin

Jean
08-07-2013, 12:23 PM
well, since we are not in a discussion thread here, we'll assume, for this thread purposes, that it is a genuine random snapshot

on the other hand, one can as well assume that it is staged for propaganda, and write a satirical poem about that

or about something completely different, provided the photo serves the source of inspiration

anything, in short, except a political/social discussion here (we have Starkblast for these)

ladysai
08-08-2013, 07:03 AM
I'm sorry to bring the glass half empty, but it would kill me to find out this picture was "put together" and these kids don't even know each other"
I'm sorry, this world has made me a part time skeptic. so the other part will hope that it is a random shot, and that all the media, interracial, intersexual, "we are all friends" , tv shows, presidency's,ect..is a real try, and not another magic trick.

Just sayin

Half-empty or not, thanks for your observation. :)

Odetta
08-08-2013, 08:00 AM
well, since we are not in a discussion thread here, we'll assume, for this thread purposes, that it is a genuine random snapshot

on the other hand, one can as well assume that it is staged for propaganda, and write a satirical poem about that

or about something completely different, provided the photo serves the source of inspiration

anything, in short, except a political/social discussion here (we have Starkblast for these)

I agree with Jean, and would like to add that I would actually love to see a poem based on the concept that it is a staged picture!

Jean
08-09-2013, 01:28 AM
yes, bears wouldn't mind it either

Jon
08-15-2013, 09:10 PM
We split ebony

We split ivory...

These photos for posterity

Our film only captures two

Black an white

Me an you

Crack and crank

Poor man's stew

Jean
08-16-2013, 01:53 AM
Jon!!!!!!!! fuck, you're alive!!! you haven't been answering my PMs on FB, I have been so worried!

ladysai
08-16-2013, 08:09 PM
Nice poem, Jon, thanks for posting it!
:D

Odetta
08-18-2013, 08:37 PM
Love it!

Nice to hear from you again, Jon!