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    Default Pic Prompt Poem Contest

    Here are a few pics to get your creative juices flowing. I will put up a poll sometime in August.












































    “Give me the sense to wonder, to wonder if I'm free."

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    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
    if the worlds gonna end then let's get it over with, i got shit to do

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    cmon other people, there are lots of neato pics up there begging to have poems written about em, hop to it!
    if the worlds gonna end then let's get it over with, i got shit to do

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    Some of these have caught my eye. I'll try to write something later when I'm not at work.
    ♪♪No secret, no matter how nasty can poison your voice or keep you from joy ♪♪ -- Perfume Genius

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    Only Flagg can make a loogie so poetic.
    “Give me the sense to wonder, to wonder if I'm free."

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    soooooo
    howbout those other poems yet?

    I'm waaaaiting
    if the worlds gonna end then let's get it over with, i got shit to do

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    I will offer one and extend the time.
    “Give me the sense to wonder, to wonder if I'm free."

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    (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.










    “Give me the sense to wonder, to wonder if I'm free."

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    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.

    The answer is within

    all matter is energy, all energy is GOD

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    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.

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    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?

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    Quote Originally Posted by alinda View Post
    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

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

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    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?

    The answer is within

    all matter is energy, all energy is GOD

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    I see it! It is the Balrog and his whip!
    Good eyes, Linda!

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    Quote Originally Posted by alinda View Post
    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?
    I can see that, but when I see you posting you eclipse everything else.

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

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    thank you, I always feel the same way about you.

    The answer is within

    all matter is energy, all energy is GOD

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    Quote Originally Posted by candy View Post



    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.
    “Give me the sense to wonder, to wonder if I'm free."

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    me too jon, my poems my not be elequent but they are always straight from the heart

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    Indeed!
    “Give me the sense to wonder, to wonder if I'm free."

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    Quote Originally Posted by Jon View Post


    Roses are red,
    Violets are blue.
    Suck my dick.
    Messin' with Sasquatch

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    What???
    “Give me the sense to wonder, to wonder if I'm free."

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    Quote Originally Posted by ICry4Oy View Post
    Quote Originally Posted by Jon View Post


    Roses are red,
    Violets are blue.
    Suck my dick.
    Such a subtly elegant poem.
    The Awesomest fled across the desert and The Awesomer followed.

    If you rescue me
    I’ll be your friend forever


    I wish that I could write fiction, but that seems almost an impossibility. -howard phillips lovecraft (1915)



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    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.
    Sloth Love Chunk

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    oh i like that!!

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    Good stuff, B.C.!!
    “Give me the sense to wonder, to wonder if I'm free."

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