Inspirational poetry

[bluerains]

fear

walks
as
the
clone

it
stalks
me


if
I

cease to be

know me
as
I
am
U

 

[Tzara]

That one I didn't find funny, was I supposed to? I'm new at this.

No problem. I stripped the dedication to Nancy Pearl.

Life, of course, is never funny. It is just sad.

 

[bluerains]

U R I Is ....ISIS...holy moly//
grid sits..
and I
////

 

[Tzara]

U R I Is ....ISIS...holy moly//
grid sits..
and I
////

URIs of course are Isis
fertile ground for sprouting minds is
what the Internet can be.

 

[anonamouse]

The Zen of quasars

Tree of life

Life is sometimes
like the fruited tree
that brings the stinging bee;
the unchanging evergreen;
the stately oak
lade with pine cone;(?)

and sometimes you are just
up to your ass in sumac

sumac, nyuk, nyuk, nyuk

 

[twelveoone]

Milwaukee didn't make the playoffs. We're all for the White Sox now.
I can see you did. The one I had asked you about, though, was this.

But no matter. Besides you have i work to do.

for you, and L&F
He sits in his chair like Judge Holden, nadir

Ecco, why speak of love Derrida?
That which comes from the souls of snails.
A few crumbs, they follow their socio paths,
the practiced scam. Even wet-eyed Hannah
nether kneed worships the bigger bird
perched upon stool of sleight of hand.
Praise be - the nobility of toads!
This be the day of chthonic cults!
Praise be - our daily feed for needy egos!
This be the day of decison, in vapid fashion!
So blessed, are those that are empty, for they
shall be filled with the fullness of folk!



Still swells the swamp primordial, under shaft of defruited tree
Where dwells crowd face, torch - lit, drunk on their swill -
of corrupted lauguage and energies.

I live lone, as ash, if so be...I am restless

and I Johhny Derrida, joker I am.
for this be the day of derision,
kicked out the leg of his chair
Dasnein Dasnein Dasnein