I cannot imagine a Vogon on weed!Apophenia said:
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apophenia
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apophenia said:Write us some 'teenage Vogon on weed' poems.
A Teen Goth Vogon's Poem
oh how I wish for death's black journey
that inside--out fantastic gurney
time's mortician greeting us anon
sharp teeth welcome this new carrion
alone at last to see for myself
that place where sadness weeps for itself
end life's lonely game of chewing shark
'fill marriage vow's 'till death do we dark
and all is black that once was yellow
drowned in loving the ocean's cello
down to the currents going nowhere
my father my mother meet me there
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apophenia
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I'm getting that tattooed on my exo-sphincter
Yes, it was a true brain fart. Thanks for the encouragement!
Upon the Conjunction of Prepositions and Articles
< poem under construction >
< workers needed. apply within >
< poem under construction >
< workers needed. apply within >
walking outside his door
all the way to the stream
birds never shut up do they?
frogs splash making a noise
animals skitter and tramp
the winds begin to hiss
rain thrums upon leaves
time to go home again
back into that noise
someone crying
someone waking up
calling his name
all the way to the stream
birds never shut up do they?
frogs splash making a noise
animals skitter and tramp
the winds begin to hiss
rain thrums upon leaves
time to go home again
back into that noise
someone crying
someone waking up
calling his name
Post # 4000
When 4000 posts you reach, look as good you will not. Hmm? --- Yoda
When 4000 posts you reach, look as good you will not. Hmm? --- Yoda
A rimpled vennelspurn, doggeling with kinkly sloom.
Oh, how I vasselform thee
with my anglorious limsuns & teetel goorms!
But stoppel....what wurmpuss gleems so boilsum?
Tiz ji antjen ih talls witch at takmee!
Oh, how I vasselform thee
with my anglorious limsuns & teetel goorms!
But stoppel....what wurmpuss gleems so boilsum?
Tiz ji antjen ih talls witch at takmee!
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Good enough to compete with the bladderbeasts of trall or the farting netherbits of Spielberg.
Did you catch the surrealism of the underlying metaphor in the last line?
(One must actually sound it out to grok it.)
(One must actually sound it out to grok it.)
You're an onomatapedant.
Thank you.
Tis high praise indeed!
Tis high praise indeed!
A Vogon haiku:
(Rule: 3 lines)
Fie! Whuss the prancid bolustule?
I sharmusly meedle you with narboobs & fleeming oolsops,
all took rush yawrtes tickles.
(Rule: 3 lines)
Fie! Whuss the prancid bolustule?
I sharmusly meedle you with narboobs & fleeming oolsops,
all took rush yawrtes tickles.
Yes, I can feel my own guts trying to crawl into my brain to spare my ears from more pain....very nice.
We Go For a Ride
one flying taxi
9 Vogons inside
plus one Dentrassi
we go for a ride
we are tightly packed
like Seyorni spam
like comics nerds stacked
at an Ozzy jam
apophenia's Jesus
blue sky 4 our bridge
roads can't perceive us
we raid in the hedge
hands out the window
Revoltingest speeds
squeeze'n the rainbow
with dubious deeds
Willamena shreds
her sneakers on stars
sparks fall undying
and crash into cars
Savagewind flows round
and opens the trunk
one hitchhiker found
she tosses that junk
Reptillian slips
and glides like a snail
our dripping cab's drips
tell our gooey tale
Disciple's the bloke
who's mom wants him home
by nine on the stroke
we strand him in Rome
Old Badger stays sharp
sticking with needles
headphones the old harp
listens to Beetles
Brick hums to the grief
one foot dangling out
one toe in his teeth
one thumb in his snout
one flying taxi
9 Vogons inside
plus one Dentrassi
we go for a ride
we are tightly packed
like Seyorni spam
like comics nerds stacked
at an Ozzy jam
apophenia's Jesus
blue sky 4 our bridge
roads can't perceive us
we raid in the hedge
hands out the window
Revoltingest speeds
squeeze'n the rainbow
with dubious deeds
Willamena shreds
her sneakers on stars
sparks fall undying
and crash into cars
Savagewind flows round
and opens the trunk
one hitchhiker found
she tosses that junk
Reptillian slips
and glides like a snail
our dripping cab's drips
tell our gooey tale
Disciple's the bloke
who's mom wants him home
by nine on the stroke
we strand him in Rome
Old Badger stays sharp
sticking with needles
headphones the old harp
listens to Beetles
Brick hums to the grief
one foot dangling out
one toe in his teeth
one thumb in his snout
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Its time I told you the truth
this is the truth listen here
listen and give me your youth
let me make the muddy clear
give me your hand and your mind
for God has told me of you
you are a gift to mankind
so lonesome let me lead you
no no more wearying quest
not for you my friend my friend
you know I love you dear guest
let me show you the path's end
this is the truth listen here
listen and give me your youth
let me make the muddy clear
give me your hand and your mind
for God has told me of you
you are a gift to mankind
so lonesome let me lead you
no no more wearying quest
not for you my friend my friend
you know I love you dear guest
let me show you the path's end
Ode to a goojlet I found between my toes this morning
Oh, rumptious snerdle of rankful veedles,
Thy loojful bursting lims boils with needles.
The smell can obtwerp
my billious snerp.
Gisdusting the senses with sharp lorking wheedles!
Oh, rumptious snerdle of rankful veedles,
Thy loojful bursting lims boils with needles.
The smell can obtwerp
my billious snerp.
Gisdusting the senses with sharp lorking wheedles!
We work so hard, yet no one appreciates it!
If everyone appreciated Vogon poetry, then we wouldn't be so special!