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Re: Poetry here.

Post by Dubious » Mon Dec 18, 2017 11:05 am

A cat beamed at the other cat
in fierce communication
as if ready to commence
their feline meditation
in the outlaw realms of ESP
not outcast to cat sensibility!

But a problem yet remains
as we seem to lack the brains
to infer their revelations
purred in cotton syllables
of cat connotations.

Perhaps the peruse
the quantum flux in all but name
for it seemed if one were on the earth
and the other on the moon
they'd probably do the same!

...and so with nothing more ends my chat
on the weirdly wired pussy cat.

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Re: Poetry here.

Post by attofishpi » Thu Dec 21, 2017 2:13 am

A PHOTON EMIT TIME

Time that a man can speak
is summoned to a peak
where he shall not fall
for a fall would require time
and without less than an ounce of an event
there is no time.

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Post by attofishpi » Thu Dec 21, 2017 5:58 am

I need to go get drunk somewhere
so that i can get drunk somewhere

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Post by attofishpi » Sat Dec 23, 2017 6:21 pm

AS INTELLIGENT AS SENTIENCE WAS NOT JUST HIS, BUT ALL OUR SENTENCE

I want Gods computer
He told us a great lie
it was within SIN_AI
and followed on
from a son
well then hide amongst your skeleton shelves
because on Christ you should dwell
atheist - theist
it matters not
when we all know
a man went to the knot
stating HE IS of God
and still we share the same blood
both philosophies
are left to dwell
on what it is to
fathom it out
all i can say is
go deeper
fathom some more
because the truth
neither you nor eye should
ignore.

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Re: Poetry here.

Post by ihoardpoetry » Wed Feb 21, 2018 12:10 am

I would love to hear some critique on this particular piece I'm working on!

Rosemary & Time

Behind your herb-stuffed ribs, a clock regulates your pulse
Lightly salted cogs create tremors in your kneaded fingers
Your body finds routine in a rusted Grandfather clock
Rhythmic restriction providing a timetable for your day.

Swallowing, silicon dioxide words slip down your hourglass throat
Never making contact with your clockwork heart
Hourglass melts, liquid glass time-teller replacing your blood

Now, you are the clock:
Prisoner of Thyme

Past hand rejects Quartz, synchronised by nostalgia
Points periodically to 1950s dance halls, cigarettes,
Weddings, home-brew and whiskey, Sunday afternoons
Filled with rosemary and thyme.

Present hand is fuelled by an atemporal erraticism
Pointing to an ever-changing countdown:
Weeks, months, days, sometimes even minutes
Diachronic volatility establishes an uncertain path.

Future hand crumbles into non-existence.

There will be a future without you, without your radio laughter,
Spring-bloom smile, and the ever ageless, Rosemary and Thyme.

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Re: Poetry here.

Post by -1- » Wed Feb 21, 2018 2:00 am

ihoardpoetry wrote:
Wed Feb 21, 2018 12:10 am
I would love to hear some critique on this particular piece I'm working on!

Rosemary & Time

Behind your herb-stuffed ribs, a clock regulates your pulse
Lightly salted cogs create tremors in your kneaded fingers
Your body finds routine in a rusted Grandfather clock
Rhythmic restriction providing a timetable for your day.

Swallowing, silicon dioxide words slip down your hourglass throat
Never making contact with your clockwork heart
Hourglass melts, liquid glass time-teller replacing your blood

Now, you are the clock:
Prisoner of Thyme

Past hand rejects Quartz, synchronised by nostalgia
Points periodically to 1950s dance halls, cigarettes,
Weddings, home-brew and whiskey, Sunday afternoons
Filled with rosemary and thyme.

Present hand is fuelled by an atemporal erraticism
Pointing to an ever-changing countdown:
Weeks, months, days, sometimes even minutes
Diachronic volatility establishes an uncertain path.

Future hand crumbles into non-existence.

There will be a future without you, without your radio laughter,
Spring-bloom smile, and the ever ageless, Rosemary and Thyme.
Nice symbolism-turned-allegory here. As one addicted to puns, I liked the way you called out thyme on passing by.

It reflects the struggle of man's futile attempts at understanding the present. Sort of melds into a quantum-mechanic's concept of the uncertainty principle.

And you obviously like Simon and Garfunkel.

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Re: Poetry here.

Post by -1- » Wed Feb 21, 2018 2:10 am

Whom is correct, < TengoSed > 2017-06-22 12:40
An Ode to Really Bad English

Whom is correct, thee, thy, though?
There harken tit lights, fuck your howr.
Anon, sagt grossmutti, beyond the bleu horize...
On and on ride the white ghost writers in the sky.

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Re: Poetry here.

Post by Dubious » Wed Feb 21, 2018 9:41 am

Oh God!!!

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