The "Michelangelo Poetry" Game

I love this idea, and at a point where I'm not sick, working on finals or sitting with a line of people to use the computer lab, I'll jump in...

but one small note I think history should not forget, and most certainly us poets should not forget, is that Michalangelo was in fact a poet, and non too shabby at it either. He never published in his lifetime, but he prefered to write poetry to his friends rather than a personal letter. Granted, his other works far out did his poetry, but at least one professor here insist that you cannot fully get Michalangelo's work without also knowing his poetry.

HomerPindar
 
Re: Re: The "Michelangelo Poetry" Game

HomerPindar said:
I love this idea, and at a point where I'm not sick, working on finals or sitting with a line of people to use the computer lab, I'll jump in...

but one small note I think history should not forget, and most certainly us poets should not forget, is that Michalangelo was in fact a poet, and non too shabby at it either. He never published in his lifetime, but he prefered to write poetry to his friends rather than a personal letter. Granted, his other works far out did his poetry, but at least one professor here insist that you cannot fully get Michalangelo's work without also knowing his poetry.

HomerPindar

I love this point
Where people jump
Forget Michalangelo
A poet, non too shabby
Never published
Preferred poetry to friends
Personal works
Fully knowing
Poetry
 
people jump
a poet
too shabby
never published

never knowing
poetry
 
from the thread the perks' claws
perks said:
heh, you like that play on words, admit it.
Rant
what's the fucking point?

hate me
that's fine
everyone

submit

like a million fucking
angst ridden poets

hate me?

what's the fucking point?
 
champagne1982 said:
from the thread the perks' claws
Rant
what's the fucking point?

hate me
that's fine
everyone

submit

like a million fucking
angst ridden poets

hate me?

what's the fucking point?



hate me?
that's fine.
fucking angst ridden poets.
what's the fucking point?
 
That's the trouble with Michelangelo. Keep hacking at the stone and eventually you are left with gravel.
 
Rolling in some new Stones to hack at...

Honky Tonk Woman

I met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in memphis,
She tried to take me upstairs for a ride.
She had to heave me right across her shoulder
’cause I just can’t seem to drink you off my mind.

It’s the honky tonk women
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.

I laid a divorcee in new york city,
I had to put up some kind of a fight.
The lady then she covered me with roses,
She blew my nose and then she blew my mind.

It’s the honky tonk women
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.

See? Stones! hihihi...
 
Re: Rolling in some new Stones to hack at...

Icingsugar said:
Honky Tonk Woman

I met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in memphis,
She tried to take me upstairs for a ride.
She had to heave me right across her shoulder
’cause I just can’t seem to drink you off my mind.

It’s the honky tonk women
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.

I laid a divorcee in new york city,
I had to put up some kind of a fight.
The lady then she covered me with roses,
She blew my nose and then she blew my mind.

It’s the honky tonk women
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.


I'm not sure I've gotten the idea of this game. Would this work?


Gimmie New York City,
a gin soaked bar,
some kind of a shoulder,
I can't just drink.

It's the ride,
the fight,
my Memphis mind.
The roses you
covered me with
blew across her room.

She, the lady blues...

Take me upstairs,
put me right,
cause my mind to heave,
gimmie,
gimmie,
gimmie...

Then,
gimmie the blues
for a divorcee queen.
 
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you got it right

Gimmie New York City,
a gin soaked bar,
some kind of a shoulder,
I can't just drink.

It's the ride,
the fight,
my Memphis mind.
The roses you
covered me with
blew across her room.

She, the lady blues...

Take me upstairs,
put me right,
cause my mind to heave,
gimmie,
gimmie,
gimmie...

Then,
gimmie the blues
for a divorcee queen.

Gimme gin
gimmie new york city
a drink
a shoulder
you

then take me
upstairs
the room
covered
with roses
blues me
heave
just ride
gimmie
you
 
Re: you got it right

Angeline said:
Gimme gin
gimmie new york city
a drink
a shoulder
you

then take me
upstairs
the room
covered
with roses
blues me
heave
just ride
gimmie
you

Gin
a New York minute
a double decker
you
upstairs
riding high
now.
 
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