Prime and Crunishment

[Frunobulax]

Twenty Five Dollars
Picked up in New Mexico,
Rotting hulk of a mind.
Like the ships of olden moving slow
Down the Thames of a deserted kind.
All he has is $25.
All he has is $25.
Bucked the system while intelligence grew smaller.
Tried palatial appraise.
Shot down in an instant.
General constant malaise.
False idols insistent.
All he has is a keyboard.
All he has is hope.
All he has is nothing.
All he is is a dope.
Tried writing down these emotions.
Tried to seem like it's smart.
Failed at every devotion,
Except to take nothing to heart.
All he has is $25.
All he has is $25.
Sand shifter, come my way.
Swirl into a hyperpool.
Sun drifter, come my way.
Shine into a hyperpool.
All he has is nothing.
And I hold the keys.
All he has is nothing.
And I hold what cannot be seized.

[flaggwalkstheline]

hey cool poem

I think I know that guy, there're a bunch of em in new mexico lol

[Jean]

Bears love. The use of repetitions and parallel structures is exquisite. Already committed to memory.

[Frunobulax]

Dullahan
Head removed from body
Riding a pale horse on a cobblestone road.
The riding crop slaps gently across my thigh,
Reminding me that corporeality is a myth.
Shall I claim thee soul?
Betwixt a universe of life and an unending death,
Dullahan rides.

Head removed from body.
Riding a dark horse on a dirt road.
The saddle bags gently slap my steed,
Reminding me of all life I took.
Shall I repent upon mine cross?
Or let the thieves next to me do the talking?
Bury the hatchet or use it to scalp?
Dullahan rides.

Neck removed from body,
An empty carcass laughs from within.
The metal of armor clinks gently upon contact with my joust.
Reminds me of times past.
Between being above and below, stuck on a non-ethereal plane.
Can I talk to thee?
Or will you run like the others?
Dullahan speaks.

Mind contained with body,
Too much wisdom for a dead being.
The regrets of past endeavors stab my lobes.
Reminds me of humanity.
Shall I ride endlessly?
Or will you join me in this regal manner?
Dullahan vanishes.

[Jean]

you know how bears feel about free verse, right?

well, this one is fucking good!

[Frunobulax]

I'm seriously elated that you like this one so much, Jean. Thank you.

[Frunobulax]

Flicker
Candle burn to the base.
Flicker in the wind of arguments.
Wick burns in a never ending chase,
A grave or a monument.
Hot wax marks time's advance
And the metal base of the candlestick grows hot.
No hope for hope or a chance
To remove the blood in a blot.
Candle burn to the ground,
Like this old house will in an instant.
Bones and charred remains will be found
To prove that life was extant.
Hot wax removes the fear
Of life ending in a flash.
Flames lick clothes and books - all near -
Until it's all ash.
Candle burn through the skin.
Reveal white bone underneath.
Burn through muscle and tissue, thin,
Until it sees blood beneath.
Hot wax encases and closes in.
Suffocation by it and smoke.
Remove all original sin.
Laughing that leads to a choke.
Candle extinguish your flame.
Flicker out and die gently.
Stop your dazzling game,
Now just die out gently.
Hot wax forms in a ball,
Ready to be lit again.
Eternal as it is, as is all.
Reapers don't fail, they'll always win.

[Frunobulax]

So between the next thirty minutes and tomorrow at midnight, I'm going to try to post five new poems. Flicker and Dullahan are two of them. I NEED YOUR HELP THOUGH!
Choose any three:
-Rhyming poem
-Free verse poem
-Rhyme and free verse poem
-Short story [include topic or idea]
-Experimental story
-Short scene [include # of actors]
-Experimental scene
-Nonsense poem/Jabberwock/Finnegans Wake
-Something else not listed [specify what]
WHATEVER GETS THE MOST VOTES GETS WRITTEN!!

[sarajean]

nonsense.

[Jean]

will the nonsense poem be rhyming? if not, bears are for rhyming poem

[Frunobulax]

Nonsense would not be rhyming. So one for nonsense, one for rhyming.

[Jean]

[Frunobulax]

Jean, I need one more type before writing.

[Frunobulax]

Britton
Far in the back of the mind of the truth
Look at the sun!
Nigh on ages ago,
As the riverranonsomuch
Drought plagues of ratborn bubonic can last no longr.
Nigh on ages ago.
Brittanic clarions shout'd! LET GO!
Then
the
time
reset.
Far in the back,
Under the tree looking like a corpsepainted fisherman hat,
Brittanic clarions call'd

[Frunobulax]

Four.Four.
Tempii shifting my way.
Feel the ground quicken beneath feet shuffling.
Exhaust clouds drift then stay,
Linger in the aether, bluffing.
They want to hurt, they want to stay
They want to be inhaled each moment of each day.
Four four pounds the kick.
Four four says the clock.
Three four says the incessant click.
Six eight says the tock.

[Frunobulax]

___________________________
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[Fill in yr own words]

[flaggwalkstheline]

well alright then

___________________________
Fruno says to fill in my own words
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For now
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I do have
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Quick
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Fresh dreams
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Unraveling
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But I fear
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My mouth
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Growing dull & rusty
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Every word
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A shiny shove

[Frunobulax]

flagg gave his own interpretation
Of space.
He missed
The
Hyphenated space
(Right - see?)
It's OK since
He made
A semi-decent end
And made
Me reply.

[Frunobulax]

Ion Chain
Pull apart, piu moso.
Covalent liars.
Pull apart, carbon chain
Let the sign of age show.
Carbon14carbon14
Date the elements.
Gaze at the stars and realize that size matters not.
The ion chains around your neck bristle
Pull apart - you feel pain.
Pull tighter - you feel tense.
Ion liars, covalent masks.
When rocks are made of bones,
Chalky leftovers from errata past,
Molecular strategists are all that remain.

[Frunobulax]

Day It Is
What day it is reflects the processes of thought?
The day it is exists not.
What flowery prosaic methodology will pepper speech?
That way will never have reach.
What what what what what???
The answer is clear, as a deforesting cut.
What frost-ridden heart calls out?
The lack of warmth makes each molecule shout.
What heat-laden hand extends yr way?
Until you are silenced, words have no sway.
The day it is matters now.
That day it is dies.
Choose what day it is you want to die.

[Jean]

One of your finest and most powerful poems. Thank you a HUGE LOT

The answer is clear, as a deforesting cut.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Frunobulax]

Just wanted to use emoticons for once. ThankyamuchlyJean.

[Frunobulax]

Of course the double entendre of "Day it is" and "deities" cannot be understated.

[Jean]

Of course the double entendre of "Day it is" and "deities" cannot be understated.

No, you're not supposed to write your own Commentaries. It will be the bears' job, when we at last publish the academic edition.

[Frunobulax]

Commentary partially redacted then.