Isolated Poetry Blurt

[unpredictablebijou]

*edited, only because it's copied below and it's way negative to have at the top of a page*

***sweetness and light***

bj

 

[Angeline]

I've always been in favor of giving animal abusers (and child abusers and abusers in general, for that matter) an exact replica of the treatment they've doled out. I don't kid myself that this would teach anyone anything except perhaps the all-important lesson that Pain Hurts.

Those fuckers should be crippled, starved, herded into a pen, force-fed and beaten for a while. I'm damn glad someone got video and brought charges. Good for the Humane Society. Sadly, their eventual punishment will hardly fit the crime, I suspect.

bj

Word.

Every pet I've ever had in my life I got from a local Humane Society. Obi my little cocker spaniel girl, who I got when she was about a year old, had been beaten and was very frightened of people for a long time. I really had to work with her to get her to trust me. And when I got my beloved dog Shakespeare, he was only 7 weeks old, but he was already skinny and starved-looking and he had a bad case of kennel cough. Before I could even take him into my house I had to sit down in my yard with him, tweezers and a bottle of mineral oil and remove at least a dozen ticks from him. Poor little guy.

Of course he thanked me by chewing up every shoe in my closet lol, but he was teething and the chew bones and rubber rings just weren't enough I guess. But that's ok. For the ten years I had him he was the best friend I've ever known. I still miss him like crazy. When T and I move, we have agreed that number 1 requirement for where we rent is "they accept dogs."

 

[WickedEve]

A friend just sent this to me and I didn't know where to put it, so I'm blurting it.
(Don't know if this has been posted here before or not.)


It's Fun to Know: The World's Longest Poem

The record for the world's longest poem usually goes to the Mahabharata, an ancient Indian religious text. The poem has more than 100,000 couplets and roughly 1.8 million words.

But Nigel Tomm - who is writing the world's longest novel - has written another contender for the world's longest poem. At least, the world's longest poem in English. Volume 8 of The Blah Story is primarily a 728-page poem.

 

[Guest]

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[Angeline]

To recognize poetry when you write it, you should read a lot of other poet's work first.

Found Poem:


You should read it
first. You should write
a lot. Work it, too.
Other poets recognize
you when you write
a lot of poetry.

(I only cheated on the "too")

 

[Guest]

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[Angeline]

"too" was just a little enhancer. The effective of it speaks two tons more.

I was disappointed that yet again, that the PF&D in entirety was described as a coven of fledgling-poet slayers, hence the blurty-type verbagé

Really? Who said it? Where are they? Should we go slap them around?

 

[Tzara]

To recognize poetry when you write it, you should read a lot of other poet's work first.

I was disappointed that yet again, that the PF&D in entirety was described as a coven of fledgling-poet slayers, hence the blurty-type verbagé

Lament of the Fledgling Poet
Departing the PF&D Forum

Why should I read some others' poems
Before I write my own?
The sentiments are mine alone
My seed upon blank paper sown
Where trivial and overblown
My cliched lines do twist and moan,
Most often in some rhyme.

My writing's from the heart, you know!
Your criticism's mean.
How dare you say it's "saw" not "seen"
Or mock my frequent use of "e'en"!
Aristocratic is my mien
And craft is for those lesser beings
Who have boatloads of time.

My poems are little bits of soul,
You ignoramic schmuck!
Now will I flee this cluster fuck
And not because I wish to duck
True commentary, but your muck
Is petty and I will not truck
With cruelty and caustic slime.

 

[champagne1982]

Lament of the Fledgling Poet
Departing the PF&D Forum

Why should I read some others' poems
Before I write my own?
The sentiments are mine alone
My seed upon blank paper sown
Where trivial and overblown
My cliched lines do twist and moan,
Most often in some rhyme.

My writing's from the heart, you know!
Your criticism's mean.
How dare you say it's "saw" not "seen"
Or mock my frequent use of "e'en"!
Aristocratic is my mien
And craft is for those lesser beings
Who have boatloads of time.

My poems are little bits of soul,
You ignoramic schmuck!
Now will I flee this cluster fuck
And not because I wish to duck
True commentary, but your muck
Is petty and I will not truck
With cruelty and caustic slime.

I'll fall in amidst the rabble roused
up in righteously indignant ire
and fan the flame of fuck fan fire
that burns with molten white desire
for glowing crit and praise, writ to inspire
me to post pics of tits and pussy and aspire
that my images will porn pages limne.

 

[ShyErraticTable]

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[MTVM]

I'll fall in amidst the rabble roused
up in righteously indignant ire
and fan the flame of fuck fan fire
that burns with molten white desire
for glowing crit and praise, writ to inspire
me to post pics of tits and pussy and aspire
that my images will porn pages limne.

Sleaze

I'd hoped that I might never see
A forum where casuistry

Would mark some heartfelt poem unblest.
The people here are mean, I guess

Do not love God. Alloo allay!
The problem with you, USA?

You hate bad poems. While you might care
If Britney's shed her underwear,

A nobody, who's slept with swain,
Articulates, however lame,

Some story, metricalically?
O! Only God could make you read.




So back off. Put your mind at ease.
We want po-ems! Not dimwit sleaze.

 

[champagne1982]

And MeeTeeVeeTee comes sliming
by the slug twists round his tail
until the mourning papers cry
Slut Fest Tickets Here! For Sale!
The scalpers snip the crowny curls
from girlish boiz and boyish grrls
and sleazy whores ply out their wares
in plaited love-knots in their pubic hairs.
Blessed be the Cunts and Pricks
for without these there'd be no limericks.

 

[Guest]

You can't say you're humble and be humble; someone else has to to say it about you.

 

[champagne1982]

oh.. I'm humble enough about those things not worthy of bragging about .

 

[christabelll]

Incantation of Ex-orcising the Past To Bring About The Future

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I refused to be flayed on the shards
of broken hope that had laid in
gleaming entrapment for my heart to
bleed its pain onto
For that - You called me crazy.
Took every childhood dream
Fantasy and broke it
seven acid etched words - indelibly spit
'I don't think I ever loved you."
The abrupt punctuation of disbelief
hit with terrifying finality
as the seat of our marriage
tumbled me to the stripped pining floors
Weekly you lied to yourself - to me
To the us we had created
And when your truth
Was finally spoken
My sparkling shining daughter
came with marks purple
Garish on her innocent thighs
I took my courage and fiendish
Friend Terror - running
for the home of my Mamma's knee's.
But even she could not believe
the distemper of your deeds.
But lo- upon a freezing night
Admidst the childrens angst and glee
From three year old lips
came in hateful caustic drips
your other heinous misdeeds
I spoke their truths- with honor
not greed - flung back
to a time of no voice
no solace - only dank misery
The more I spoke
I saw you bloat with
the power I had given thee.
You sprang your trap
emotionless planned siege
bending me maliciously
Engulfed once more
in your hateful melee
Spun through path of the hurricanes
not one, nor two, but three
Each eye smaller -
the looming walls taller,
black as your soul seems to be
Until with heartless precision
the stealth of a cat
you stole the last
of the light that was me
that of hope and faith and belief

My Babies!
My Babies!

Grieving soul rent
every breath torment
no room for heart to beat
crushed - nay mawled
I could not even crawl
so I lay as dying, bleeding
from a wound none could see
But you certainly forget
One undeniable thing-
you'll remember before the end
You will perhaps finally see
I have been here before.
I've relearned how to breathe
and relearned how to crawl
And by all the Gods
I can and I do and I will walk tall
They will remember
long after today - saying
Hey Sis - Hi Brudder
Its him - him - him? Oh yeah
He who got us that day
He forced us from Mommy
and soon he will be flayed
on the shards of broken hope
he so carefully laid
When our faith and belief
will reemerge like the sun
returned to our mother we will be
We know the truth and
Your ghosts know your roosts
Only Love will grant us our dreams
Momma taught us that
Its a good piece of fact
So it is and
So shall it be






arent meds wonderful

and yeah I know its rough as sin
but its my story - in so many words
drugs suck but weeeeeee

 

[tungtied2u]

Ode to a tattoo

What is that light?
Is it the sun shining
on my true love's breast?
I love to watch the rising
and setting as she breathes

Such a bosom cannot help
but brighten one's day
see the rays spreading
across such succulent flesh
enlightening and inviting

I am forced to acquiesce
dig into the bodice
of her dress and free
her golden orbs, drink
in their wondrous beauty

on this eve of my undoing
I will not be distracted
but act on impulse, wait
for sunset, when in twilight
I might rise to the occasion

 

[Guest]

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[champagne1982]

I got a letter from a friend that made me smile because he shared
the delight that I had brought him simply through being myself...

 

[unpredictablebijou]

THOU SHALT NOT HARSH THE BUZZ

Rest in Peace, Charlton Heston. You'll always be Moses to me.


bijou

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Charlton Heston doesn't look like God.

God looks like Charlton Heston.

bj

 

[Anschul]

Charlton Heston doesn't look like God.

God looks like Charlton Heston.

bj

But in MY opinion, God didn't support the unfettered possession of assault weapons.

A

 

[unpredictablebijou]

But in MY opinion, God didn't support the unfettered possession of assault weapons.

A

meh. I don't pay any attention to that. I know him as an actor. And in that, I'd say his teeth alone should have won an Oscar.

damn dirty apes!
bj

 

[Anschul]

meh. I don't pay any attention to that. I know him as an actor. And in that, I'd say his teeth alone should have won an Oscar.

damn dirty apes!
bj

On the other hand, he WILL always be Moses to me. He delivered my people from bondage.

A

 

[unpredictablebijou]

On the other hand, he WILL always be Moses to me. He delivered my people from bondage.

A

From them, you mean?

lolz
bj