The Big Bad Poetry Thread

[Fabi]

I don't know exactly, why I am opening up yet another poetry thread.
It does seem that there is some reason, though. I guess for one thing I'd like to post a couple of poems for general enjonment on all parts.

I guess I don't want it to be a contest or only me or only you. Post prose, post your poetry, post famous authors, or let the thread die. Don't matter. Next post will be a poem. Hope you'll be able to like it, more or less. :unsure: ;)

[Fabi]

Jokes and Nothing


Jokes and
nothing

but

how many light
bulbs does it take to change
people does it take to change
god.

How many gods does it take to make
a light bulb.
How many black lights does it take to
light a dark world.

How many words
does it take
to turn

a poem
into
pulp.


How many black eyes
does a nigger need
till he will
be able to see
his right place
in civilized
sui
ciety?

[Fabi]

by Richard Brautigan:




Love Poem

It's so nice
to wake up in the morning
all alone
and not have to tell somebody
you love them
when you don't love them
any more.

[Fabi]

It's getting light outside and I can't stop it - I think I might not be god




Sometimes
when I touch myself
gently
between my nostrils
I feel very happy.

I rarely
touch myself
gently
between the nostrils
anymore.

They say
it's bad for the soul
of the atom widow
that Einstein left behind
when he died
for
nothing

matter
s

to atoms
as happiness is to gently touching yourself between the nostrils.

Mine aren't hairy.
Are yours?
I'd love to know.
You are always so kind
when you tell me
how stupid I am.

Your nose is pretty
but you aren't happy
I can see it
when I listen
to the sound
of the perfume
you wore
last summer
when we went fishing for compliments
at Guantanamo Bay.

Einstein
why does the world
still turn
your atom wife cried
when you died.

Come back.
I want the moon.
Come back.
Gimme gimme gimme
the moon
the moon
now.

Einstein
why does your atom widow
laugh
when I watch her
crawl ouf of used condoms
of purple snake skin
on saturday nights
after endless walks
on beaches
of white paper
armed only with letters and
nothing
but
the moon I
want
the moon
I want
orange juice
I want death if

I can't be
happy between your nostrils

if
I want death.

When Einstein died
he left the world

for us

to destroy

us.

That was nice of him.

Ours is
the moon.

[bunk]

Some Shit...takes place to people everyday, in the streets, where you've played, or in the deep of a lake...and
Some Shit...happens when you least expect it, when you know it's happening, but don't reach perspective...and
Some Shit...goes down in a forum, where noone posts, and whoever does post, just increases boredom...and
Some Shit...we've heard before, but don't remember, or can't so afford to, or don't forget to tell after...and
Some Shit...is made in Indonesia daily, where sweat is poured, and regret is stored, yet the works done by babies and
Some Shit...you chose to forget, 'cause it hurts to remember, or you remember when Some Shit happens again, just to say forget it...and
Some Shit...you can't control, a distant place, either in your hands or soul, where things live just to get misplaced...and
Some Shit...we don't talk about, thinking who cares, and noone bothers to find out, so we stay unaware...Yet
The world is all about Some Shit...
Some Shit is what matters most...It's the omitted piece... It's the butter on toast, it's why kids are missing teeth, and why mother's keep hope, that Some Shit...won't...
Happen to their family and in their lives and in these times...the only thing I know for sure is...Some.Shit.happens...

[UnionofSovietSocialistRepublics]

Glistening Forest by M.A.Pearce

Wink. Nod.
Nod. Wink.
Wink. Nod.
Spin.
Spin, like a swirl.
A swirl.
A swirl.
Wink. Nod.
Nod. Wink.
Wink. Nod.
Crumble.
Crumble, like a digestive biscuit.
A Biscuit.
A Biscuit.
Wink. Nod.
Nod. Wink.
Wink. Nod.
Wink. Nod.
Nod. Wink.
Wink. Nod.
Fin.

[rahul]

time - country - world




when i dreamt with my pen,
time kicked my dreams,
dreams were left as dreams!





when i expressed myself
country asked me to stop the noise,
expressions became noice!












when i tried to stand up gathering my strength ,
world threatened me,
strength became a threat!







-------------------------civil guerilla*

* my pen name

[rahul]

some say love is Loss Of Valuble Education
just leave their words.
live in a feeling love is to Look Observe Verify Enjoy.!!
love is just mixture of l,o,v&e.
it is related to l,i,f&e
LOVE is in movies
LOVE is in dramas
LOVE is in books
LOVE is in souls
LOVE IS IN LIFE
AND REMEMBER LOVE IS REVOLUTION!!!!!!



a true revolutionary can be guided through a feeling of true love

---------


che

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lalalalalalalalalav

love is devine between two blood relatives

love is great between two friends

love is funny between two passengers

love is love between two lovers

love is revolution betwwn two comrades.

[FatFreeMilk]

The grass is real green
It is always wet
No matter when it is
-erika


Isn't that the best fucking haiku you have ever read?!

[Eastside Revolt]

Vancity Comfort

The grass is yellow
The fire ban is on
The streets stink like piss
Suburban driveways covered in dust
Urban alleyways are comfey for once
The homeless don't even need a home
The windshield washing market is a boom
AAAAAAAAAAnd here comes the rain
Everything bout to change

It's Vancouver once again

The grass is green
The bonfire is vanity
The streets are clean and slick
The suberbs are poopy
The alleys are slimey with milldew
The homeless have hypothermia
It's raining, why do I need a clean windshield?
AAAAAAAAAAnd here comes the rain
Ain't a damn thing changed

[Fabi]

I like that one, Canada... I even read all of the other ones, too. I think it's a real shame that in school poetry is being raped into a system of anal receptive analysis. It is so incredible to see what's in a poem, once you leave all the bullcrap everyone told you aside and just read the poem with you own mind, and all of it.

Here's an old one that I wrote when I was sixteen. Spent that year as an exchange student in the US. Let's see if I can pull it somewhat together... it's been quite a while. :)




Oxy

I am
with the crowd that's not
with the crowd,
a flying penguin,
the dog that likes the mailman -
the plane that swims the seas,
neither from Mars nor from Venus,
selling Anarchy Deodorant
to enemies of the system.

I am the Oxy, you're the moron.

[bunk]

How can you create when your mind is disfigured...
Brilliance is Passed on but Stupidity is just a Henderance....
Just acknowledge who you are where you come from...
Thus, you will be a street thug...A Hoe...maybe low as a bum..
I can't see why you want to inspire me...
To Be something I will never Achieve...
I guess, First I Must Believe...
Dream dreams and Sleep Walk The Mountains in a Breeze...
Whisper music as I pass leaves so Hard they bare trees...
Slow to a halt and trot the fields In Africa Lioning devouring Cows and...
Hurdling bent trees With Easssse on the Fields of Texas Cuz Im a Stallion...
Gotta Evolve cuz if you Stay in the South...
You'll only learn how to devour Flesh These Bamas love Beef..
A Luxury, the bigger the better, but I can't even see it...
Cuz Just because you fine and halloing at me devil with Blues eyes...
Wearing a Red dress but Im sorry I don't even eat the other white meat..you'll die if you eat swine...
Cuz Im a verbal Vege tarian....Brought back to life in the Streets of Brooklyn...
Im Asiatic but If I don't correct my errors...
I'll know self...I can't see Im G.O.D..
learning my math is only at a grasp...
but I won't pick up the Pad....
I
JUST....Wont Pick Up the PAD
lmao

[Pete]

he was breathing quietly
i had never seen him before,
this man obviously not from town
or new on the street
sleeping on the city bench
in the wind,
not in the store fronts
where the homeless usually find shelter..

i passed him, talking to myself
stoned
i passed him, deep in thought
stoned
i passed him, wondering about his life
stoned

i stopped,
turned around and walked infront of him
i stopped,
took my bag from my back
i stopped,
opening the pouch and removing a toonie
i stopped,

reached down and pressed the cold metal
onto this curled up hand
tucked beneath his chin
holding his worn jacket
close to his old body

i turned and walked away
only to hear him start
he looked at his hand
he looked at this stranger
walking away waving
saying 'sleep well friend'
walking out of his life
leaving him with enough
for breakfast in the morning
as he inhales his last loneliness

-me, pete 29july2004

[Individual]

As far as I can remember, this is the first attempt of a poem I've ever wrote..


I've seen your face in the sky
After all of our time, god I ask why
My mind so confused
Why am I stuck on this planet tonight
Rotation, this cycle
My spirits alright
Morality has left me confused
I've seen your face in the sky
Captured moment in time
This memory to choose
Interpretation has left me confused
Am I equal or slave
Superior just may, be what is left in this cycle tonight
What answer is here
This existence not clear
Once more sun disappears
What is left but to say--confused

Where is god but here
Inside my mind these thoughts left unclear
This is beautiful
This place
This year
What has time in store--deja vu
The oddest thing has just happened
Did this same light just appear, for you?
With two streaks in the sky
The light was just right
No light for dark, could this light be you?
Nothing physical in this tought
These thoughts, this time
Captured moments alright
I just know that I ought to be with you

Where is meaning from here
No answer is clear
This thread of life--in my existence tonight
Should I wonder these thoughts to bare?
What is thought, my mind left unclear
Should I know the answer, this life, tonight, to share?
Is there an answer, a meaning of mind?
Or should - we even - care
The theory is yours
We left the individual tonight
I've switched it with life
While we have all veen left with despair
Should I think I am right
This god has chosen my life
After all this I chose to care

What to make of this time
This mind has left me with mine
my time, my mind, fuck I'll leave you behind
Afterall-my mind left unclear

What is left but to say--confused