More poetry

by LittleToe 35 Replies latest social entertainment

  • StinkyPantz
    StinkyPantz

    Ditto what Big T said..

  • Thunder Rider
    Thunder Rider

    An experiment in prose.

    Deceivers

    Worrisome words whispered without worry wounding wish-full wonderers.
    Destroying deliberately delicate devotions deemed decidedly dull.
    Inflammatory interrogation incites introverted innocence.
    Perpetually, pressuring people, placidly, pursuing, panacea.
    Eloquently elevating every evil establishing excuses.
    Reasoning resolutely, ruthless, reprobate rampages relative.
    Teaching tolerance, to, tender teens, testing tentatively, the times.
    Braying bullshit bound between beliefs Bohemian.
    Catching careless commoners, clearly collectively clueless.
    Framing fallacy fabricated from fractioned found-less fishy ?facts?.
    Heaping hatred hypocritically, hounding honorable hearts.
    Granting gratuity guilelessly, giving gorgons goodwill.
    Minimizing malicious men?s, malignant malcontent, monstrosities.
    Consoling constantly convicted collaborating cloistered cretins.
    Lamenting liberties less legitimate, likely liberal longings.
    Seeking selfish sanctimony, selling society selective scripture.
    Legitimizing lewd, loose, licentious living, lowering legal latitudes.
    Indulging indecency, illegitimating ideals inherently intolerant injustices.
    Bastardizing basic beatitudes, branding ?bigot? bourgeois beliefs.
    Woefully wasting words wooing wishing witless wanderers.
    Adding asinine automatons already acrimonious alienated.
    Forsaking friendships for fanatical frenetic freehanded foolishness.
    Politely pious promoting, perpetually pervasive putridity.
    Like I wanna go there!


    Thunder

  • Thunder Rider
    Thunder Rider

    Askew?

    There?s omnipotence behind my eyes,
    My omnipresence is my point of view.
    You see, for me the sun does fall and rise.
    All you are is all I make of you.
    In my solitude none but I exist.
    If not in sight of me there is no you.
    A single being formed of earth and light.
    All that is, is what I choose to do.
    The universe is but my line of sight,
    The panorama in my way.
    You who co-star in my life,
    Shrewd distractions to fill my day.
    Is it avarice to believe that all,
    That is revolves round me?
    Or is the reality I hold fast to,
    In fact just what you see?
    Put simply nothing?s as it seems,
    Just the slant we choose to view.
    No there or then, only here and now.
    Close your eyes and see there?s only you.
    Most won?t see the truth I do,
    They?ll never figure out the lie.
    But I?ve accepted that I?m my own Deity,
    And the creator of my own sky.

    Thunder ===}>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

  • lawrence
    lawrence

    everyone is expected to walk the wheel

    There is no time ? there is only the concept of Now.

    There is no history. Everyone is expected to walk the wheel.

    There is no purpose ? there is only philosophy.

    There is no judgment. Everyone is expected to return the next day.

    The authorities walk the inner wheel. The followers walk the outer wheel.

    Everyone is expected to walk the wheel.

    then how come you?re in a pissed off mood again this week?

    since the volume of the earth is 256 billion cubic miles

    and since, man has explored 1/10,000ths of this volume

    and since, the earth?s volume is 64 times that of the moon

    and since, Jupiter?s volume is 1,000 times that of earth

    and since, the sun?s volume is 1,000 times that of Jupiter

    then how come you?re in a pissed off mood again this week?

  • Peppermint
    Peppermint

    One of mine:









    The glory of that brighter land will disappear.


    Evil shadows will descend as now darkness rules the land,

    And all around creatures of the night appear.


    With searching eyes of roving light, they seek their prey without invite,

    There are no rules no courts no judges here.


    But sentence it is passed on to, the week, the young, the lame, the few,

    By predators who feed upon blind fear

  • fairchild
    fairchild

    I've seen poetry around on this board before. Some of the poems written by members here have amazed me. I practically eat and breathe poetry, and run my own board on the web. To anyone is interested, feel free to check it out. If you would like to participate, you are more than welcome. Registration is free.

    http://p066.ezboard.com/bwelcomehome46213

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