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Poetry here.

Post by Psychonaut » Wed Jul 23, 2008 7:56 pm

I sometimes post poems in threads to which they are relevant (or make threads relevant to a poem I have written :P), but I thought it would be nice to have somewhere to dump poetry that isn't necessarily relevant to the philosophical discussion of the forum. That way, those who aren't interested can avoid this ghetto without worrying about stumbling upon it elsewhere, and poets have a place to put poetry without worrying about cluttering up everything else :)

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Post by Psychonaut » Wed Jul 23, 2008 8:00 pm

I will get things started...

Untitled

Sold my soul to the devil one time,
for what turned out to be a simple short rhyme
slaughtered a goat; I slit its throat
and cried out my lines

Oh devil oh devil pluck out my heart
take what was yours from the damned start
leave me hollow, damaged, destroyed,
leave God's contract tattered and void

I'm done with this world,
as it's come unfurled
so devil take me, forsake me
boil me or soil me I could not care
in your dark grasp I'd better fare

Now my soul is gone I see through eyes
that tell me that all I've seen is lies
I follow the winds wherever I'm blown
empty and lost I wander alone
aside from my friend
my fiend
my godsend

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Post by koyaanisqatsi » Wed Jul 23, 2008 11:42 pm

Here are some haiku I did years ago which I found on a bad haiku website where I posted them.

I like haiku because done well they can be exquisite but done for fun/silliness/diversion they can be very entertaining and still expressive. Even when crap! 8) Especially when crap.



Winston Smith-a-like
you can call me Josef K.
I shall die human

going insolvent
no thanks to the government
never own my mind

(From my 'Paranoid' period)


real consequences,
real people's lives, real problems;
self-satisfying shit

why so sinister?
a real fly in the ointment,
your heart is black ice

(My 'Very Angry/Paranoid period')




It's hard to juggle
too many balls in the air
but worse when one pops

My brain is frazzled,
Relax - only the edges;
where the pain is felt

tough to swim upstream!
so I got out to walk there;
Muddy Mudskipper

Isolation tank
Floating like a senseless turd;
where do I sign up?

The constipated
composer couldnt finish
his final movement

Dull shoulder ache
muscular tension grips me
oh no - knot again!

post-modernist
entertainment is feeding
Christians lions

Some naked old man
Lingers in the changing room
but he never swims

Body fascism
must never be permitted!
Ok fatty - sure

Taxi driver guy
4am - why beep your horn?
please crash your shit car

A new 'Superman'?
Christopher Reeve was kosher
alas, his wheelchair rusts

(I said they went back some time)

fragrant flower you
your perfume is my succour
this world smells like shit

the postman is gay
Homosexual package
(the male must get through) (??? Drunk??)

Great Michael Moore
model 'Man of the People'
- fat with a shit hat

Poor Albert Camus
Genius wiped out driving
"WATCH OUT FOR THAT TR-!!!!"

Garlic and ginger
Makes your salmon taste divine
and your fingers smell

Hey Che Guevara,
Marxist guerrilla hero!
Now you sell T-shirts

Rain sounds like hot piss
as it splashes my window
please! no more! the pane!

Ruthless lying shit
You are a lettings agent
How do you find sleep?

Play the game of life?
Some say the dice are loaded;
my dice say 'Boggle'

Delicious flatus,
first fart of this bright new day;
hint of tomatoes




Like I said - it's a bad haiku site but still fun to capture a moment in a 5-7-5 meter.

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Post by Psychonaut » Wed Jul 23, 2008 11:57 pm

Gave me a few yuks :lol:

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Post by Psychonaut » Thu Jul 24, 2008 12:59 am

Can we keep this thread for dumping of poetry, and perhaps commenting on a particular poem's qualities, rather than discussing issues of poetry?

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Post by koyaanisqatsi » Thu Jul 24, 2008 1:35 am

OK

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Post by Psychonaut » Fri Jul 25, 2008 1:29 am

Ummm

I was responding to a post by arising...
that has vanished...

The pixies stole it!

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Post by Psychonaut » Fri Jul 25, 2008 10:05 pm

There has been some talk about revenge lately, some in the thread that was originally about education but that has become about the prison system..

So, here is a poem that exults in the notion of revenge

Blood

The life of me in my veins
falls in gobs as of rain,
a yawning maw does protest
for a deranged mind that infests,
eyes wide open with bestial malice
searching but never finding the soul's chalice;
a foe, anyone or anything to kill
in revenge for my blood spilt

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Post by koyaanisqatsi » Sat Jul 26, 2008 1:45 am

More please

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Post by Psychonaut » Sat Jul 26, 2008 1:57 am

Since you asked so nicely :)

The Bloodsucker Proxy

I'm battered and busted
dented and dinted
I'm flattened and flustered
I'm stunted and stinted

Well and I don't begrudge
mosquitoes their blood
they'll do more with it
than I ever could

I'm foolish and stupid
I've been misled
thought I was living
when I was long dead

I'm bowed under weight
but I'm never broken
You see it's my fate
already spoken

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Post by koyaanisqatsi » Sat Jul 26, 2008 2:08 am

I challenge you to write a poem about Super Lamb Banana

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Post by Psychonaut » Sat Jul 26, 2008 2:10 am

*cough*
Fuck off

*bongo drum*

Banana

Dadum

Get out

Daaah

Lamb..

While

You

Can

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Post by koyaanisqatsi » Sat Jul 26, 2008 2:18 am

Oh Super Lamb Banana - thou!
Scouse copy of the painted cow
Never resting, never static
Noble lump of yellow plastic



Anyone care to add the next verse? Let's write a group poem to rival Homer's Odyssey.

:lol:

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Post by Psychonaut » Fri Sep 12, 2008 10:50 pm

Shite

Every poem I write
is like doing a shite
or like stilling a torrid storm.
Something that was living
is now become dead
or maybe just taken on form.
Something cathartic
that is for sure;
so, I'm back to what I said before.
Last edited by Psychonaut on Fri Sep 12, 2008 10:53 pm, edited 1 time in total.

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Post by Psychonaut » Fri Sep 12, 2008 10:53 pm

[Please note, that the following use of the word 'psychonaut' is not being used to denote myself via my nom de guerre, and is instead a more general use of this term]

The Hedonistic Psychonaut

His teeth fall out
of his shit-eating grin
as he gobbles down
yet more sin

His twisting eyes
see places inside
that only exist
for him

He's more dead than alive
a psychedelic corpse
that will very shortly
be
FIN

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