Fuckin' A, Jon. Fuckin' A.
Fuckin' A, Jon. Fuckin' A.
I have no faith in human perfectability. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active - not more happy - nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago. - Edgar Allan Poe
Bunch together a group of people deliberately chosen for strong religious feelings, and you have a practical guarantee of dark morbidities expressed in crime, perversion, and insanity. - H.P. Lovecraft
Excellent poem, Jon.
Evocative is the best word I can find to describe it's effect.
Well done!
Thank you folks.
Though I am not sure what William's post means. LOL
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
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Last edited by The Lady of Shadows; 05-02-2009 at 12:19 PM.
that poem ran with a tune in my head...
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Ok I must do a haiku since someone else did.
I have tried to cover as many "Mercurys" that I could in a haiku.
First stone from the sun
Rising, rising, hot as hell
‘cos we will rock you!
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
perfect!
Ask not what bears can do for you, but what you can do for bears. (razz)
When one is in agreement with bears one is always correct. (mae)
bears are back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just hated using 'cos."
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
Time for a poetry thread bump!
New theme...
WINTER or FESTIVE
Buddy, you think you look strong? You’re wearing a cape.
Originally Posted by Odetta
Thank you again for breATHING LIFE INTO THIS BELOVED THREAD. pOEM OR FLOOD TONOGHT lol
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
Buddy, you think you look strong? You’re wearing a cape.
The Valley Roars
The piano stands wounded
The old man sees the ivory missing from some keys
The finish worn, like the tires on a redneck’s truck.
Taking up space in this little house
The damned thing is likely out of tune
He doesn’t know, he doesn’t play
She played, but death took her from him, from the piano
The ratty instrument always reminds him of her
This makes him sad
It must go
Out the door
Off the porch and down the hill
The piano comes to rest
As midnight falls, so does the snow
Each flake pushing a key
A few more at the same time
A cord, in harmony
A soft tune begins
In rhythm, in harmony, on key
The sound so savory, so dolce
The cloud dumps more
A Crescendo begins
The snowflakes, the piano, the sleepy valley roars. Sforzando!
The snowflakes are now fewer
And slower
The tone softens
Only the animals can hear now
Soft single notes then…
A Fermata
A Fine
A Silent Night.
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
this is my favorite so far
Buddy, you think you look strong? You’re wearing a cape.
My mouth wrapped around it
Speared on a fork
Warm steak
Dead cow
Burned to not resemble its' original form as much as possible
I lick the salt and meat juice off lips
I wonder if this similar to the way a cannibal has oral sex
Swallowing flesh
If I had more self control
I would be a vegetarian
But I don't
So I remain a guilty carnivore
if the worlds gonna end then let's get it over with, i got shit to do
I was going with the food one, guess i didnt read far enough
heres a winter festive one
Christmas morning
3 am
Snow on my boots
I walk the city alone
The only creature stirring
Santa Claus is leaving town
As am I
Though I'm not him
He dropped off all the bribes for good little christians
And left me without even the fossil fuel I thought I would get
And it's not because I'm a nonpracticing jew
Everyone knows santa is a good ol' boy pagan
Santa claus is leaving town
All I hear is the sound of my footsteps echoing in the night
The neon from nativity scenes has been left on
A hundred mangers lit up like las vegas brothel
Santa claus is leaving town
If I had had a chance to sit on his lap
I would have said
"santa can you send me a prostitute?"
and the crimson fatass would have responded
"Well I can't do that little boy, what if I try and find you real love instead?"
puh-leez
Everyone knows that the only reason shakespear murdered romeo n juliet is because if he hadn't they would have gotten fat, old and bitter ending with a nasty divorce in 30 years
him dying of heart disease in another ten and her from breast cancer
"so please saint nick, find it in your heart to play the pimp"
It it with these delightfully sick thoughts that I wander through the night
Sticking my thumb out to hopefully signal a car to stop
And take me somewhere
Far away from christmas morning
if the worlds gonna end then let's get it over with, i got shit to do
Some how...I like that Flagg!
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
thanks did u mean the food one or the "all i want for christmas is a dirty whore" poem?
Either way I pride myself on being a sick bastard, bukowski is one of my idols hee hee hee
if the worlds gonna end then let's get it over with, i got shit to do
Oh "the dirty whore poem."
If you knew me you wouldn't have to ask LOL
I'm sick too but its usually jokes about burning nuns or orphans with terrible diseases.
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
Winter
A poem brought to you by Browning's Childe
Fuck me.
Its cold.
The end
hee hee hee hee
thats my patented "youngest filthy old man on the planet snicker" and it doesnt transalate as well on the internet as it does vocally but the above poem warrants it
if the worlds gonna end then let's get it over with, i got shit to do
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
And there it is again, I just barely recovered from seeing this pic on the weather page Jon. Now, I have to go wipe the snot off my shirt.......Again.
All that's left of what we were is what we have become.
going through this thread and reading all the stuff "before my time".here's one of those lines which for some reason resound in the reader's head and stay with him for ever
Funny...as the writer "faint sounds of shovled Earth" struck me more...so final.
I was most struck by the line " Am I no longer a proper noun?"
I thought this was genius.
Am I now only a "body", and not a "Jon" or "Jerry" or "Jeremy"?
Very insightful.
I thought the fact that it was made a question was excellent as well.
Instead of "I am no longer a proper noun."
This lends credibility to the bewilderment of death. Seems death is a surprise to the deceased.
Also, as a question, it seems to abstractly reinforce the idea that the dead have no control, even enough to make a statement.
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