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Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 4260 (view)
last line, first line
Posted: 11/12/2015 3:44:16 PM
but whatever
brought you here
be you straight
or be you queer
life on this sphere
you must admire

it seems
a long long time
since I played
this game of rhyme
if words were worth a dime
i could retire
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 8 (view)
A general review of the sex situation..
Posted: 8/7/2013 1:55:48 PM
just penned this and stumbled here looking for a home for it. Sorry about the length.

We went down to the five and dime
just like we did a hundred times
there she was at the soda fountain
i had some change so I startin countin

don't even go there my friend said to me
she's got a boyfriend stands six foot three
he said you'd have to be some kind of dope
as I headed toward that slippery slope

yes I headed for that slippery slope

i sat down next to that red haired dame
and asked her sweetly to tell me her name
my name is fay but you can call me tonight
did not expect that but I said alright

she gave me her number on the back of napkin
i look at my friend and he starts to laughin
like he thought it was some kind of joke
watchin me go down that slippery slope

yes I headed for that slippery slope

like a ski hill like a ducks bill
like a big playground slide
like a winter road when it just snowed
I was headed for a ride
I was headed for a ride

well the sun crept lower in the western sky
the twilight of my dreams was coming nigh
while the napkin burnt a hole in the pocket of my shirt
my friend said go ahead, how much can it hurt

concerned about outcomes is just not my style
so I picked up the phone and started to dial
my heart was racing with desirous hope
as I headed down that slippery slope

yes I headed right for that slippery slope

well the man's voice at the other end was not what I expected
but I refused to let my wildest dreams, by this, to be neglected
may i speak to fay I managed to say trying to sound somehow official
as my heart raced hard I tried to be on guard not to get too wishful

she's taking a bath and then going out with some friends was his reply
he didn't sound too pleased like he was being hung out to dry
the vision that stuck in my head of this woman with her soap
was leading me ever further down that slippery slope

yes I was headed ever further down that slippery slope

please have her give me a call I said
gave him my number then the phone went dead
surprised was I in an hour or so
that ringtone told me it was on with the show

she looked like J-lo or Beyonce
who was that guy, she said fiance
I gulped and stammered and tried to cope
as I head down that slippery slope

an ever steeper slippery slope

like a ski hill like a ducks bill
like a big playground slide
like a winter road when it just snowed
I was headed for a ride
I was headed for a ride

we had some drinks and dined by a candle
then she grabbed my hand she was too hot to handle
but I kept my cool and inquired why
she was out on the town with another guy

he gets so jealous over trivial things
so I figured I may as well have a fling
that will give him some reason to mope
now it's more like a cliff than a slippery slope

yes its more like a cliff than a slippery slope

i will spare you the details of what we did
we played hide and seek, she counted, I hid
we played all night in that field of corn
then I took her home as night turned to morn

I'm not so sure what happened next
i had two black eyes that had me perplexed
my vision was like a kaleidoscope
in a heap at the bottom of that slippery slope

my head feels like a cantaloupe
smashed at the bottom of a slippery slope
next time I will suggest we run and elope
next time I'm on that slippery slope
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Msg: 3136 (view)
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/7/2013 1:50:36 PM
a bunch of bananas for my gorilla
and a cow or two for my friend godzilla
some dinosaur burgers for my good friend fred
for me, I'll just have some pumpkin bread

we'll need lots of mead to wash it down
about ten barrels I said with a frown
for I had been down this road before
godzilla passes out, and man can he snore
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 2696 (view)
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/27/2012 2:46:33 PM
red construction paper
scissors sounds snipping
and white glue vapor
floor covered in clippings
some cotton some charcoal
blue buttons for eyes
a sprite little troll
makes his mom a surprise
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 2694 (view)
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/27/2012 2:34:43 PM
be a Love hound
but save the licking
wagging's ok
it's like boot heels clicking
to show your joy
to someone you love
and show it you must
it's what you're made of
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 3001 (view)
8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line
Posted: 12/27/2012 2:27:13 PM
so, I'm told you must grow old
folly I say just another day
but days make up weeks and weeks make years
you tell me barely hiding your fears

live it that way if you must til you're dust
I place my trust in the shine not the rust
if I'm wrong and the song just must come to end
I will write a new verse to help me transcend
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 10 (view)
journey through poetry...
Posted: 12/27/2012 2:12:57 PM
Hi Weeee!

This seemed like an ok place to place an ode to my two brothers, both lost to motorcycles...

A Better Place

Are you in a better place
glittered with gold and littered with grace
past the finish line of the human race
please tell me you're in a better place

and if you could just talk to me
would you tell me what the souls eyes see
is there magnificent music you can hear
when free from folly, pain and fear

i wanted to say something before you left
leaving us broken, bare, and bereft
too soon departed to soon far gone
so unlike you to be so withdrawn

wanted to tell you, just wanted to say
something important fore you went away
now I can't remember what the issue
its clouded out by how much I miss you

crash is a sound so brash and profound
the line between flying and being downed
a dash for the finish fleet and final
confetti of chrome, and steel, and vinyl

and the echo it makes takes getting used to
like a techno beat for setting blues to
it fades then crescendos horrendous at times
solo trumpet, sad cello, timpani and chimes

music here just isn't the same
notes on a page by another name
the conductor had better things to do
ringing bells in heaven that's how I see you

in a band of gypsies the hippy's gone home
your notes are the stars that light up the dome
waving a wand beyond this time and space
tell me are you in a better place
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 2788 (view)
8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line
Posted: 9/7/2012 11:43:13 AM
contentment calmed the disarray
at least for now, at least today
tomorrow's sorrow come what may
I'm not that hard to please

You're on your knees, I'm on mine too
you beg to me I beg to you
we get so close to a breakthrough
let's share epiphanies

{Hi Wee}
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 211 (view)
Pick a line, any line, from the poem above (props to W)
Posted: 8/6/2012 1:51:24 PM
A loop so vicious it is a delight
When all comes together and turns out just right
Parachute landing demanding but done
All in a days work in a search for just one
Speck of existence at a distance immense
Pull over rover we've work to commence
The bio of Io will have to wait
And Titan just might but surely not a primate
A quest yet beyond for other stars like ours
Someday but for now we look to Mars
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 2444 (view)
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 8/6/2012 1:23:20 PM
help me to love the people that I don't
Except for him, for him I won't
His laugh is obnoxious and it's not just that
He's dumb and he's a bum and he's really fat

Others perhaps with as little as a smile
But at the corners of his I only see bile
And his style erstwhile like a file on teeth
I know of no other lie further beneath

My lowermost standard And that's pretty low
Below even an ant squashed by my toe
I know I should care for the rarest of souls
But that troll is as soulless as a heart full of holes
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Msg: 2717 (view)
8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line
Posted: 8/6/2012 1:05:16 PM
no second doubts at a person's sigh
Be it she-it hitting fan or just a fly
In the ointment of enjoyment like a poke in the eye
Despair has no flair for perspective

Great big trouble like a bubble of gloom
If doubled ten times becomes a plume of doom
Then fountain becomes mountain like a spore to a shroom
Ahh the sigh Is quasi defective
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 190 (view)
Pick a line, any line, from the poem above (props to W)
Posted: 7/24/2012 7:55:36 PM
a puff of focused breath
caught and released by frigid air
clear night as cold as death
and hanging with despair

a gallows in the shadows
sits silent on this night
but every time the wind blows
i swear I hear the fright

of daddy as the sun rose
on that erstwhile perfect day
as the crowd let out in echoes
that this man, my dad, must pay

he taught us to be forceful
but also to be kind
so I shudder still remorseful
of how things did unwind

a simple day as it began
pancakes on the griddle
and we all ran to see who can
sit next to the man in the middle

he liked it there in between where
balance lied left and right
he always told us to beware
and trust your own insight

and so he lived up to the day
that lives within each day since
when his hired hand came for his pay
the memory brings a wince

the hand was Dan, a brutish man
and the stumble to his gait
and the blurry way he said "hi ma'am"
made my mother hesitate

when dad came down and saw this clown
a visage most disheveled
words weren't minced no fooling 'round
dads eyes were keenly leveled

I told you once and a thousand times
should you show up in this state
that as surely as the sun shines
you won't get past the gate

like a sawmill belt all tattered and worn
can bring hell to earth in a hurry
the flurry of what transcended that morn
leaves my recollections blurry

dust and blood and a cursing flood
mom ran in with baby Lou
and then the resounding final thud
grim future come into view

well the law of the land states that a man
can defend his own hard won acres
but a judge with a grudge and a brother named Dan
can send men to their makers

and so I sit 'neath a sky so cold
with a bold thought in my head
my god ran into the devil
and now they both are dead
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Msg: 2413 (view)
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/24/2012 4:45:15 PM
it was a time when we all belonged....
fearless and free and countless strong
we stood together in a circle of prayer
that brotherhood could shine everywhere

the climb to the mount with flowers and grace
a place to live in loves embrace
we knew we were right to fight oppression
and so began the hilltop procession

in silence we gathered in the noonday sun
and when hands formed a circle we all became one
the drumbeats fell silent in full respect
so our thoughts and prayer would interconnect

the chill I still feel from the moment at noon
when all hearts and heads fell into tune
and we all looked up as the praying was done
and cheered at the rainbow that formed round the sun
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Msg: 187 (view)
Pick a line, any line, from the poem above (props to W)
Posted: 7/24/2012 4:12:11 PM
emotions bare
chilly and wet
dripping despair
from your epithet
some words heal
some cut like a blade
some reveal
some hide in the shade
if it hurts is it true
does it hit when it fits
and when tears ensue
who admits
the pang of the slight
the bleeding within
the wound from the bite
just thicken the skin
you aimed, you shot
I'm hit, you scored
fear I've been caught
by your searing sword
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 207 (view)
Partisan Poems
Posted: 7/24/2012 3:08:59 PM
with short little lines a few words long
he pens a painting most often quite long
his poems long and narrow though his vision wide
with little to hide and much to deride

a small little sparrow flitting wire to wire
seeming never to pause yet never to tire
t'were it ink from a pen on a parchment quite long
many pints of black would be long gone

all the best to you, birdy!
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 2683 (view)
8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line
Posted: 7/24/2012 2:48:52 PM
the mass behind you prays
as you walk away from tired cliches
the sun, not the Son is my chosen one
may I burn with its light til my days are done

my angel stars you fill up my void
and the dome in Rome but a tiny spheroid
compared to the splendor surrounds us all
and the pearly shrines just create a wall
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 2411 (view)
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 7/24/2012 2:36:43 PM
add my praise of the fore-mentioned song
not too short and not too long
jammed it real load back in the day of the bong
a party anthem of the ages

it now takes me back to the long ago time
when rock and roll was in its prime
we'd all get so high and do the air guitar mime
the pain of lost youth it assuages

like part of a chain it forms a link
to the days of the stones, CCR and Pink
I hear it now and it makes me think
in a way they were the world's sages
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 2621 (view)
8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line
Posted: 6/28/2012 3:49:58 PM
the creation of worthy social health
where the biggest books hold up the shelf
the bible at one end full of moral good deeds
in full recognition of smaller book needs
and equally worthy to hold up its end
a large book of knowledge that great minds have penned
and all in between on that mighty shelf
hold up one another in spite of themself
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 2326 (view)
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/28/2012 10:32:39 AM
on a hope or a wish or a dream....
in canyon tween empire and strict regime
the climb to sublime is a tortured way out
a scramble over bramble and bewildered self-doubt
fueled by a vision of liberty sky
as days and years and decades pass by
with the answer engraved on a stone long ago
but buried in bushes from the seeds that we sow
to hack through the weeds of entanglement dense
takes a team with the means to protect common sense
rope ladder don't matter if the knots are tied weak
but wings of freedom dreams make the rope obsolete
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 2619 (view)
8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line
Posted: 6/28/2012 10:05:03 AM
staying imprisoned in our fright...
staging a break out tomorrow night
forget the fearful fretting from afar
you are what you know you know what you are

let them froth and foment the line
that we better get set for the end of time
time doesn't laugh but it bears a grin
turn the volume down and listen within
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 2198 (view)
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/21/2012 1:24:06 PM
drink to your counterfeit gladness
a toast to the host who needs it the most
destitute dragged out dirty and dadless
you overcame blame and pain, almost

eyes don't tell lies but the smile defies
all the brutal threats and epithets
who is more wise the one who denies
or the one who drinks and forgets
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 2430 (view)
8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line
Posted: 5/21/2012 11:38:47 AM
when life does become a bigger strain
big next to what you must explain
unlikely speck implausible because
we're in near defiance of physical laws

alone in a zone of the greater unknown
we sit on a throne, this hurling stone
though we share it with pinheads of our own fair kind
who fail to fathom how the odds aligned
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 2183 (view)
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/16/2012 3:38:16 PM
a smile for each tear we cry
the laughing river ne'er runs dry
an ocean of notions brims with the tide
and all life's emotions dwell inside

recall the fall of earnest times
lost in the thrall of nursery rhymes
sureness returneth if we dare to say so
but we know it will spurn us if we care to let go
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 2381 (view)
8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line
Posted: 5/11/2012 12:53:24 PM
ssshhhh, be quiet,
so often it is of no matter at all
comply and don't deny it
betray the passion to thrash and brawl
sometimes no fit your spitfire wit
maybe just sit and let silence befit
serenity lends the frenetic routine
a chance to blend and mend the scene
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 2154 (view)
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/11/2012 12:33:57 PM
he won't come back anymore
we melted the key after locking the door
in hellfire pyres like cathedral spires
the fold sold out for pure desires
buyers of bonds traded for wands
and other black magic tragically conned
wheels of fortunate corporate elite
drove over the feet of the man in the street
leaving holes where nails once did pierce
fast drive to the top, furious, fierce
spurious demons a curious force
that lure a king from off of his horse
for a glint of gold great fortune is sold
but we were well warned, we were told
repent? not an option once the serpent's been fed
be content with the notion you're already dead
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 2135 (view)
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/5/2012 7:35:38 PM
I went my way home
on an airborne throne
sitting in lotus
with no warning or notice
the children were there
and so was despair
my prayer like my presence
not heard but an essence
like the sobs of a spirit
can anyone hear it

who cleaned out the attic
and filled it with static
the grey matter thieves
leave words scattered like leaves
to piece them together and back on the tree
not gonna happen not meant to be
but a grace in the air
surrounds silver grey hair
becoming one with the son
who wants to be there
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Msg: 2216 (view)
8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line
Posted: 3/24/2012 9:33:01 AM
and then we are lost
no fault of our own
the light was tossed
to break on the stone

we mumbled and stumbled
and cursed this raw deal
opportunity fumbled
to get off the wheel
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 2009 (view)
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/24/2012 9:23:47 AM
oh my, lost in a flashback to page one. My bad...

we'll show who we really be
contingent on the feeling free
caught in time again but when
did time stand still ah that was then
now is now but still somehow
the Zen of then still kocks its brow
a bleary Leary weary from dread
cocktail veil pulled over the head
hissing gone from summer lawn
kiss goodbye oh lovely song
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 2008 (view)
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/24/2012 9:10:43 AM
imagining creatively expressed real...
clawing at heart nostalgic feel
then was now, no other time
now is then recalled sublime
in our prime did flowers bloom
more vivid lit by silver moon
dotted our i's and crossed our hearts
leaving town for rural parts
oh wretched expansion you left us there
abyss with a kiss ours to share
ship of schools of wayward fish
give me liberty or give me a wish
gnawing clawing back through time
take me bake me awaken shine
shadows sadden light beam feel
was it dream or was it real
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 1761 (view)
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/17/2012 12:25:19 PM
ample love to find out there
but if the look within is cupboard bare
then it would seem you have little to share
and a one way street we'd walk down

and you'd do the talking while I held my cap
so the wind wouldn't take it, the wind from your trap
and I'd smile all the while whilst dodging your crap
for me love is a verb not a noun
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 196 (view)
Partisan Poems
Posted: 1/10/2012 1:34:08 PM
Brilliant stuff, Bird. Forgot how much I missed your writes.

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Msg: 1747 (view)
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/10/2012 12:26:28 PM
coloring our own future
blood red from the suture
the cries of demise
await the unwise
letting the vetting
of those trusted not
slide to the side
causing internal rot
our hero's appear so
decidedly lame
for they came and they played
and became part of the game
and the losers were many
confused and controlled
by the few with the view
that was polished and sold
but a pavement untrue
soon cracks from below
and small shoots of justice
begin to take hold
some wilt and some die
but some put roots deep
and the guilt of the guise
at the top starts to beep
with a warning that all
is not what it seems
a nightmare has replaced
the American dream
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 1745 (view)
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/10/2012 10:34:02 AM
til our time ends
we must make amends
lest we pretend
we acted the friend
we took and it shook
and we took some more
and by hook or by crook
she began to roar
we laid her to waste
and we stripped her bare
and in our shamefaced haste
we fouled her air
we shat in her rivers
we levied the banks
it should give us shivers
how we caused it to stank
the time is uncertain
when you're close to the edge
is the tipping point curtain
something to hedge
is there time in the days
that lie ahead still
to mend our sad ways
to restore and refill
the bounty we've squandered
the riches we've spent
in the move to the mansion
from the primeval tent
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 1913 (view)
8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line
Posted: 1/10/2012 10:15:01 AM
with someone's who's love will never grow cold....
like the dog in winter who's shared warmth consoled
be it ever so blissful whilst still getting old
like a wine in good time is for flavor

and we savor the favor and return so in kind
for it's what we were made for, its how we're designed
and marriage the carriage in which it's enshrined
and from which it won't wander or waver
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 1736 (view)
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/7/2012 6:18:54 AM
The coffin was not mine
but my heart was in it
ripped from my chest
in an instant of time
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Msg: 1734 (view)
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/6/2012 2:40:57 PM
they lived happily ever after
in the song of the same name
concordant as the chord
that sustains the long refrain

a chorus for the ages
faces ever worn
torn up dog-eared pages
ripped by rose's thorn

blood red notes staccato
we are not at liberty
to claim in high falsetto
that their love was always free

but like dissonance resolved
by a triad strong and pure
the lifelong song evolved
just as patience is a cure

smiles on the witness
who hears the happy song
and knows that just like fitness
many years to make it strong

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Msg: 1844 (view)
8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line
Posted: 12/9/2011 9:24:04 AM
make amends you'll have more friends
let go of the pride and abide
by the proper blend of the means and the ends
be peace and let joy be your guide

slight not the warrior and don't try to play lawyer
judge not lest you test your own shield
and yield to the flower for it has the power
to make art of a cut and dried field
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 1674 (view)
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/9/2011 8:56:33 AM
My life is my own, it's my pleasure to live it
you'd have to kill me to take it away
no matter the price I won't sell it or give it
not til my last dying day

there's some holes that need fixed but in betwixt
there's a heart with some holes in it too
while reviews are mixed I am still transfixed
by the things that my heart makes me do
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 1668 (view)
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/8/2011 2:05:32 PM
about as useful as an accent in long division
is the man with a wish but no mission or vision
the grope for a rope to climb to the light
is false hope that somehow it turns out alright

to go with the flow his eternal motto
with no motivation, no get up and go
playing the martyr with no charter or course
with boots, hat and saddle but nary a horse

if a path is a circle or a big figure eight
that never even comes close to the gate
is it safe at the expense of going nowhere
or a deepening rut that ends in despair

about as useful as gazing up at the stars
wishing there was fishing on the surface of Mars
while a stream nearabout is teaming with trout
is the man made of dreams but plagued with doubt
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 1842 (view)
8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line
Posted: 12/8/2011 1:34:52 PM
To look for gold mines outside a drawn line
stepping on dandelions one at a time
if horizon comes closer is that then the edge
where the deal goes down and the big bettors hedge

determined and hungry and nearly insane
for fifty some years it is hard to sustain
but hope will not die from a debtors breath
one day nearer treasure is a day nearer death
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 1659 (view)
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/2/2011 9:44:22 AM
the rush just leaves me hollow
the crowds are all insane
what prophet do you follow
for profit is the game
we dance on floors fresh polished
with shoes from sachs fifth ave
dashing for the bargains
on the things you just must have
the golden age of plastic
fantastic fairy tale
and then we all go spastic
as the voice proclaims a sale
aisles filled with revelry
the spirit of the season
i hear it may be devilry
or borderline christmas treason
shoveling hard earned dollars
to Shanghai or Taiwan
then Santa rants and hollers
you all have it all wrong
the red I wear's for blood
shed by those who slave
in sweat shops making crud
to sell to the land of the crave
the fleece is for the fleecing
of our finest hour gone
replaced by grand policing
to control the throbbing throng
my beard reflects the aging
who knew a better day
before it was rampaging
laughing all the way
to the banks of corporate royals
who dress it up all nice
yes Santa's blood just boils
at how they do entice
wii people with their ipods
and cells stuck to their ear
weighing what are the odds
the checkout is shorter here
so I'll avoid the squeezes
and sneezes down in town
and whittle a little jesus
and maybe a little clown
my heart no longer hollow
a simple wreath upon the door
no lemmings will I follow
I will heed that creed no more

oops, We, I took too long
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 1645 (view)
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/22/2011 12:18:50 PM
oh my shattered head
battered and bruised and left for dead
free me and I flee
the tattered muse has fled the bed
over red fields of remorse
rides the ever bounding horse
seeing what's in me
and where I might have veered off course
simple as a dimpled cheek
whose smile reveals what I seek
where is that horse now
left me lying in the creek
of bleary tears and shame
a scar by any other name
by far I'd lost my way
to tame the demon is my aim
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 1638 (view)
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/9/2011 10:40:59 AM
pass out at the trip scenes
kaleidoscopic kidney beans
sidney was the name to blame
when it appeared your hair was all aflame
devils blood was mixed with mud
in which the worms did writhe
much duller than the colored crud
then much to my surprise
a concrete floor nothing more
and all the worms were gone
music again the savior
when the power came back on
the shrieks of freaks from speakers
pleasing my deepest soul
and we the pleasure seekers
grasping for control
of mind beams bent by prisms
of confused but bemused matter grey
building bridges over schisms
that opened on that day
laughter was the language
comfort was the key
love was an added dosage
and one was formed from we
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 1747 (view)
8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line
Posted: 11/8/2011 2:24:35 PM
(hmm, hard to be gentle with this one...)

said jeffrey dahmer with kindness
sorry about your blindness
but the eyeballs I just ate
so you won't see what's next on my plate

what are you trying to say
now your tongue's not in the way
I love you so much you see
I want you to be a part of me

Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 1741 (view)
8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line
Posted: 11/2/2011 5:19:24 PM
now lets take a shot at reality having fun
in the city of no pity will it be one and done
when the spring brings its thing will there still be flowers there
biscotti in Zuccotti with some tea and love to share

can one atone within a poem for a life of purely take
is it what you write in words or the money that you make
a shot in the park might miss its mark but still I pray
that a just and glorious day just may just may just may
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 1629 (view)
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 11/2/2011 5:06:36 PM
she said as she slapped my head
what did you say to me?
oh, nothing my dear
what slipped into your ear
wasn't what I said, you see
what I see, she said, is you lying dead
and me getting on with my life
then it popped out again
from my mouth just then
oh please won't you be my wife?
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 1602 (view)
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 10/11/2011 1:26:37 PM
actually now I'm a little relieved
they have taken the streets is it safe to believe
that a tomorrow exists in the land of the free
discontent may yet trump naivete

wake up to the call don't hit the snooze
for now is the time we win or lose
if hoards get on board and object to the power
this day and age could be our greatest hour
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 191 (view)
Partisan Poems
Posted: 10/6/2011 2:23:10 PM
T'was once a fair poet went by Bird on the Wire
t'was said of the elfin Bird, he writes sonnets for hire
so I asked him when he'd finished
if I could pay him off in Guiness
and ever since we have been sitting in the pub down in the shire

Yo bird, long time. Cheers, mate!
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 1642 (view)
8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line
Posted: 9/28/2011 10:07:10 AM
Do what you can while others pile up the dead
your luck or your life it goes straight to the head
there's a fountain of youth found in every phone booth
just call up your child or grow long in the tooth

they say the best way to ensure the next day
is to play it away and you never go grey
it may be cliche but I say no way
I daresay it will pay better than to just sit and pray
Joined: 3/13/2008
Msg: 1573 (view)
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/28/2011 9:55:26 AM
goodness your muse
has a line I could use
like a grape from the vine
pluck and it's mine

it's right at the top
but no need to stop
you know what to do
this one's for you
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