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Poem Party

Electra

Active Member
A new thread to post poems of interest, join the party.

"And the children in the apple tree
not known, because not looked for
but heard, half heard, in the stillness
between two waves of the sea.
Quick now: here, now, always -
a condition of complete simplicity
(costing not less than everything)
and all shall be well and
all manner of things shall be well
when the tongues of flame are in-folded
into the crowned knot of fire
and the Rose and the Fire are one."
T.S Eliot
 

Skwim

Veteran Member
I stood on the stoop

next to the coop

looking at the poop

and me without a scoop

which threw me for a loop

Ooh poo pah doop :p

© Skwim 2018


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Gurbatjov

New Member
Dead be the beauty of all that is here
My place in sjuan-sjuan ever so clear
Back of my tongue from the hip
Stickin granny of a tool-tip
 

sun rise

The world is on fire
Premium Member
I wrote this one in 2013:

The Wise Fool

Covering himself with a variegated petticoat,
the wise fool babbles and bells his sage jokes.

His wordy scepter is head filled with vacuous thoughts
which he scatters hither and tither as he capers about.

His air filled pouch contains only the most common words
which he strings together in cartwheels of celebration.

Some cast eyes on him and call him motley.
He smiles to himself and keeps his breeches closed.
 
I wrote this one about four years ago.

Like downing Hard Liquor

Like downing hard liquor
Only to get drunk quicker
While your defense only gets thicker

And these thoughts continue to run through my mind
And I dig through these feelings not knowing what I'll find
Even though you kindly left me behind

Kindly how is that word define?
Is it a lie like the word fine?
Or is it an act of crime?

But you'll never get caught with those angel wings
And they'll never disagree with that song you like to sing
So what kind of defense do I have to bring?

When I'm nothing but a captain of a sinking ship
And every time I patch the hole it rips
No wonder I'll never get home from this trip

No one every told me this water was cold
No one ever warned me what I would behold
Love doesn't really translate into gold

But I remember her laying in that van
I could still touch her if I can
But that would burn away my hand

And I wouldn't tatter her dress.
And I wouldn't turn both our lives a mess
Even if she would never fess.

So I shut that door
I slept on the floor
And I never told this to anyone before

But back then I thought I was your jester
But in fact I was nothing more than a leper
Man I should have ****ed her.
 

Revoltingest

Pragmatic Libertarian
Premium Member
There once was a poster named @Skwim .
A funny thing happened to him.
His spinach obsession
caused wizened arm flesh and
hypertrophic growth of the forelimb.
 
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sun rise

The world is on fire
Premium Member
Breakfast

While the refrigerator was open
thoughts came of a poem
of yogurt and fruit.

They have their own existence
but when merged together
in a bowl
giving up a part of themselves
to the greater whole
how they dance in joy
in my mouth.
 
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