The official poetry thread (originals only)

Nice AB. Far be it from me to have an emotion but here goes...

I wrote this back in high school. The simplicity of it verifies this. I wrote it right after I got **** on by a chick I thought I was in love with but learned otherwise.

Love...That word so often is abused.
It's used with insincerity or plain too often used.
So when I make the choice to use that word I choose
to ponder its ramifications
not just spew when I'm confused.[/i[

Chance

 

Uh.... is it required of us to include racial stereotyping in our poetry?

 

Yes, JORGE.

Would you mind pointing me to the racial stereotyping in either Chance's or AB's poems? Thanks.

 

He's probably just annoyed...again...{smacking gum}

 

Good idea (and great poems)...but I'm at Schlotzsky's on Guadalupe using their internet-bar-thingy, so I don't have any of my writings with me. Here's some I just wrote that are fresh on my mind though...


Life is a series of breaths.
Partake in the delicacy of oxygen,
run it over the palate of your mind.
Let it fortify your blood,
that your heart may be justified in existence.
Now hold your breath.
______________________________________________

F---

Fu--.
Fu--,
Fu--, fu--...fu--?
Fu--; fu--: fu--!
Fu--,
Fu--.

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De hoy al fin

De hoy al fin,
ya no quiero hacer nada sin
tu mirada.
porque sin tigo yo no soy nada.
y mi amor,
te olvidaste a mi y no se por-
que alma.
Fuiste cuando toda era calma.
Pero corazon,
ya se
que te
amare.
Y que
ya me
canse.
<coro>
De hoy al fin (el fin de tiempo)
te amare,
te extranare.
Pero no vivire porque ya me canse (canse).
Ya me canse de la vida
hoy al fin.


I'll submit better ones when I get ahold of them.

 

This is a Shakespearan sonnet I wrote back in high school when I was a little more idealistic.

"War"

An innocent recruit, a bloody mess,
Destroyed so terribly by one like him.
And though political concern is less
Than none for them, the caution spared is slim
The puppeteers pull strings on marionettes
To force their will on unsuspecting "foes"
Now stab this, kill that, evil ones carve their debts
And watch their men fall down like dominoes
And every country battles peace and calm,
Because of wants of ones who really count
Solutions must exist to quell this qualm.
Perhaps this last line you won’t discount.

Because the worth of life exceeds man’s phlegm,
Let wars be fought by those who begin them

 

I'm a lover, not a poet!

 

I sent this into a website once, I wrote it, they wanted to publish it in their poetry book or something.

"Love Defined"

What is Love?

To some of us love is only a game
what we feel inside is just all the brain

to others love is more like a drug
their life dictated by a kiss and a hug

Easier said than done, so they say
But Love likes to be different, not the same way

So what it all comes down to, when life is dead
Love is the only thing easier done than said

Those 4 little letters, what do they mean?

L is for Living your life like you dreamed
O is for Opening your eyes with a gleam
V is for Victory for love conquers all
E is for Everyone, because for Love we all fall.

 

Okay, I found another old high school one about a strong person that revels in his body who gets cancer and dies.

Army of Me

Neurons fire, white cells seek and destroy.
Tendons bridge gaps, platelets deploy.
These soldiers of honor and total loyalty.
I alone command my Army of Me.
All the officers reside in an oblong central sphere.
Responding like lightning, my army knows no fear.
There's no greater a feeling, no better a cause
I revel in my army, with few to no flaws.
And what's this, a rebellion? Against one so strong?
Attempting to flourish where it doesn't belong.
I find i can't stop it, as I survey my large force.
I concede, for the time, it will run its course.
But mutinies abound as my army grows weak.
And patches of rebels grow, soon reaching a peak.
My soldiers can't best them, most only turned.
My mass of sound loyalty is silenty churned.
Must I suffer a fate so far worse than death?
To be stripped of my glory, all power bereft?
In my flimsy, unwitty, and weak misery.
I die sadly lamenting my small Army of Me...

I'm thinking of suing the Army for sort of stealing my theme.

 

Here's a couple from ten years back. The first one's from my play, "In the Under Thunderloo." A failed attempt to marry Bob Dylan to Dr. Seuss. The second one's an autobiography that got me to finals in the Lollapalooza Poetry Slam...

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Fishbone and Eggman silently screaming bout God is the way and night is the day got me tied up in knots, swallowing swords, got me shook up, shot up, bleeding like an apple. Eggbone and Fishman walking on wires, falling on fires, and along come Sasquatch, the merry conqueror, the constant marrier… Sasquatch come along and erase the whole scene and you could tell he was mean when he wiped the board clean. I hopped on a train behind a guy with a mane and he turned around and he had four legs and a horse’s head. He was neighing and bucking and the train it was rocking, the doors were a’locking and I started to cry. Horseface come up and he dried out my eyes. I said, What are you doing riding a train, tossing your mane again and again? And he say, Ooh you’re simple, and oh you’re so obvious, and what did you have for breakfast? No, don’t tell me. It’s only written all over your face. And I say, all over my face? Is it under my eye or inside my mouth? Is it lining my jaw or breaking the law? Why do you ask? Why do you ask about my breakfast? I would never eat a horse. No, but you’d ride me Hellways and back on a bumpy racetrack, fill my feet full of tacks and whip my head out of whack. I’ve dried out your tears for a number of years. Just answer my questions and I’ll let you out here. I don’t WANT out, I scream and I shout. I don’t want OUT, that Bigfoot’s about. But he don’t hear a word and in less than a second I’m offa the train, scanning my brain for the power to see what’s outside of me, when SMACK goes the Eggman in a thousand tiny pieces of sticky shell but it’s just as well. He couldn’t speak and his mind, it was weak. So now we can eat. Everyone eat! But then come Fishbone, his face looking sour, sayin Egghead’s my friend and what gives you the power to crash around here wherever you like, like a worker on strike with a problem to solve? You’re over-involved! Get out of your head, wake up in your bed, leave us alone, go home now, he’s dead. Please don’t eat my friend, let him blow in the wind… Is it not bad enough that you’ve scrambled his head? I hadda sit down then, I’s feelin so shaky. Had to sort out my thoughts, put em back in their box. He say, Get outta here now or we’re calling the cows and though you may be real noble these days they know all about your past evil ways. They’ll swallow you whole just for revenge. I can’t even believe that you’ve shattered my friend. Have you no legs? Sit up in your bed! And when I awoke my cigarette broke when I looked up and I saw the Old Man of the Law. He picked me up and he shook me down sayin, What’s that I heard about you back in town? You been beatin on eggs and hasslin horses? You’d better desist or we’ll call the Armed Forces! Oh no, don’t do that. Please not the Armed Forces! I’ll just sit in my room, you can call it a tomb and I swear not to dream til you announce of my doom. He smiled at that. And he picked up a cat. He said, I’m taking this cat and you better not follow or I’ll shoot you up good til your clothes are all hollow. Okay, okay, he’s yours I said, and sunk in my bed, not dreaming at all but not sighing either, cause I know that not now, nor never, nor even way back in the upstairs weather have I ever OWNED a cat.

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"The Bare Hungry Sniffin Truth"

OR

"I Need Two Arms, Four Swords & Eyes in the Back of My Head"

OR

"There Really Are People Who Have Better Things to do on a Sunday Night than Go to a Poetry Slam -- They're Going Bowling, They're Eating Pizza, They're Underwater"

In a music bar on the other side of town there are five musicians playing four songs for three drunks who'll be playing there tomorrow night for a small group of friends. There's an art opening tonight and fifteen artists are drinking champagne and celebrating each other. In a theater across town there's actors acting like actors for other actors who're acting like they're not. And I'm almost sure the biggest mistake I ever made was going to college. In just one year I've been arrested and held against my preference for an hour and a day and I couldn't even smoke a cigarette in that place even though I walked in with a pack and a half. I been held up at gunpoint by a pointless ****er who called me a b**** and took my cigarettes and my lighter so I couldn't even smoke a cigarette on my way home. My car and half my history got towed away by a disturbed debutante and the other half went out in Wes Hicks' trash right past that door. And not only that but somebody robbed our house and walked on our couch and we didn't even have water in our house and we never got it either cos we got evicted on my birthday. But that's not important right now. You can say whatever you want but most people are asleep because tomorrow is Monday which is like breakfast and is the official most important day. And I can put on my helicopter hat and fly over all those places, unseen and undetected. And poets and judges read jokes to each other every week on schedule and everybody leaves with a warm sense of community and belonging. And that's the bare, hungry, sniffin' truth. "I'm sorry for everything I've ever done and I hope to remedy it soon." Bob Dylan said that. He's dead now.

 

Now I sit here, brokenhearted...

 

In the days of old, when knights were bold, and toilets weren’t invented………

You left your load, along the road, and walked away contented………

 

you felt the urge, left the room and darted...

 

You felt the need to check betwixt, so both your cheeks you parted.

 

There once was a man from nantucket...