poetry in motion/such a splendid notion/thus begins the literary commotion

[Voth]

[DoTheFandango]

U R So Clevar.

[DangerGirl]

[+/-]

I think I already posted this somewhere on the forums a few months ago, but who cares?

http://stelam.googlepages.com/mc2.htm

It's about 10 minutes long, so if you don't have the time to watch the whole thing, don't watch it. Oh and, the end isn't working too well; it won't go back to the selection screen by itself, you'll have to click on the "go back to menu" button which will be situated on the top right of the screen.

[kthx]

Trench Wars,
Game of Luck,
Dial-up is my weapon,
Dial-up is my shield,
Newbies dying,
Elimination record of 12-7,
Where has my youth gone,
mmm buffalo chicken snackers,
99 cents.. what a deal,
TWLD is fun to play while eating,
buffalo chicken snackers,
I hear continuum noises,
while I am driving my car,
sometimes I get scared,
but them I remember I am a vet,
so I shoot at the newbies,
driving next to me.



When I want to show someone my penis,
I always drive behind them,
and make them use the side mirrors,
this makes my penis seem bigger,
but penis size is easily fixable,
I just wear seven condoms,
I can't feel a thing at all,
but she seems to have fun,
the problem is that she screams,
durex instead my name during orgasms,
I think they should make a condom,
that fits over your entire pubic area,
like a set of boxer shorts but a condom,
this would prevent white people,
from spreading herpes,
thankyou.



I CUTD to racka,
Racka CUTD to me,
What is CUTD though,
Sometimes I wonder why people make acronyms,
then I remember people like things faster and shorter,
that makes me wonder why I should try during sex,
next time a girl complains that my penis is small,
or that I don't take long enough,
I am going to tell her,
You started it by saying lol in a text message,
and then leave the room to drink some CM.

[Pummel]

I dream
I like
I love
to shit
but
every
day
I find
conflict,
to wipe sitting down
or to wipe upright
that is the challenge
I must fight

[genocidal]

Really bad.

Leave it to wark to write a poem juxtaposing "his" penis with subspace.

[Jason]

stop with the nonsense (ahem, voth, pummel and wark) please. honestly now, how hard can it be to play nice?

moving right along, i'm still working on that rictameter piece, crv. it should be finished soon. in the meantime, here's some more drivel.




the lights are on the trees again
good cheer spread 'round with ease, my friend
i have no friends
they all left home never to return
presents i tried to send her
thrown back in my bah humbug face
return to sender
well what'll they do
if i take off too
and then there's nowhere to turn to
or return to
i tired to turn to you
you said, "sit down let's have a few"
bu the holidays are such hollow days
my mind's playin' tricks again
it's time for pick up sticks, my friend




there are all the mansions
sprawling lawns, a five car garage
they are the expansions
of egos left unchecked
of egos covering checkered pasts
people living in big houses
are often people living big lies
hiding secrets from prying eyes
their lawns are sprawling
as we find them crawling
toward the way things were supposed to be
supposedly




the line on the road
goes straight through this car
they always tell you to cut along the dotted line
but this time you'd better put away your scissors
'cause there'll be no cutting
only the sound of shutting
mouths and eyes and ears
we're not to discuss our fears
just sit in the car and ride
balance on the great divide

[Jason]

still having a tough time with that rictameter. i've come up with a few, but i didn't like them at all, so i trashed 'em. i haven't been able to give up my little random bits of poetry either, altough i have started doing a little bit of a treatment for my short story/novel/screenplay or whatever the hell it's going to turn out to be. perhaps i'll share the treatment in full when it's ready.

anyway, here's another tidbit.




in the midst of all the excitement
we allowed our brains to leave our heads
flying high, they reached the sky and we didn't even try
no, we didn't even try to wave goodbye
we let them out of our heads
cut all the threads
then we took our meds
and we smiled
'cause we're happy
jumped on our beds
and smiled
'cause it's fun
welll, it's oh so nice
this lovely little sacrifice
what is mind over matter
when the mind doesn't matter?
ignorance is, in a sense, just like being
innocent again
and we're happy

[CrvenBan]

nice one...psychadelic bliss of the ignorance...

the rictameter (or any other form) is very annoying if you enjoy writing free verse...I hate that forcing of form into a mold you don't really wish to fit it in...can be fun to make you busy for a day or two ^-^


I dunno why but most of my experimental stuff is written in english....so these writings are actually nothing like those I generally write ...fun tho...







Of a long lost love; I lay on the ocean bottom and listen to a hum



Water
shifting movement of the
surface,
murmur of waves

a tidal lullaby

gentle
hypnotic
soft

resting power of the centuries
unleashed across the
stone
in a deafening
sigh

over and over



Stone
roots in the core of the earth
standing firm under
the moon

passing of eons

enduring
resistant
rude

against its gentle arms
water
violently crashes
in a deafening
sigh

over and over

[Cylor]

Ninety and Nine
by JT

Blessed is the man with blue eyes, softly streaming steady sighs.
He sleeps with no soul to keep, led astray like a silly sheep.
Rapt with desire,
Nature’s breast gently coos-
Pleading for submission!
Desperate for dimension!
Take your television to heaven, a cosmic search for plasma screams.
Glaring at the sun,
You burn burn burn with a chandelier shine,
Caressing the madness of a neon sign time.
Unabashed by reflection!
Susceptible to intervention!
You will fall, dear Elijah, but
Suck it up, no time to cry.
Cross your heart and hope to die!
Cross your heart and hope to die!

Learning the soft moon’s wane over and over before the grasp for heart-
Break
Start to shake,
Hesi tate
But warm with the whiskey of confidence,
You were set forth in the night-
Strangled by intentions!
Mimicking the mimosa meltdown!
Ablaze with pirate thoughts that slowly coalesce into a cornucopia of sparking pearls.
He’s drowning in gasoline,
Shouting with shotguns!
Welcome the wanton!
Crash your car and smash the jar or
Extol the soul and hope to die.
Stick a needle in your eye!
Stick a needle in your eye!

[Jason]

crv: righteous!

cylor: i definitely dig it, but in my own personal (hence inconsequential) opinion, it's a little heavy on syllables.

here's one i just cranked out about ten minutes ago.




sometimes you see something so perfect
you want it to be the last thing you'll ever see
and sometimes you find yourself underground
digging a beautiful tunnel under all the debris

now if you want your present, come and get it
the stuff dreams are made of is in a jar up on the highest shelf
and the angels, they get so pissed if you fly before you die
so you'll have to start building a ladder or a staircase
climb on and on 'til the angels stop giving chase
congratulations, you've won the race
your prize is quite the heavenly view
awarded to only but a precious few

sometimes you come in first place in a grueling race
and it's the last thing you think you'll ever do
and sometimes you just want to run away from it all
'cause we've been building a bitter tomorrow
and you're through

[kthx]

I can do whatever kind of poetry I want in your poetry thread Jason, even if it is about dueling leagues.

[Jason]

the dueling league piece was fine, and i thought it rather cute if anything. the penis thing was out of line.

[Jason]

this thread was in need of a bump.


there's a hole in my floor
a gap between the cracks in the floor boards
a gap that certainly lacks any depth of character
and even though it's not a grave
you could still be in grave danger
what if that hole was meant for you?
what if you tripped and you fell through?
into a universe
unlike anything you'd ever seen
well would you take a liking to the scenery?
i know if it were me
i'd see a little bit of this and that
and as long as the lay of the land didn't seem too flat
i'd sit and stay awhile
and the trip would be quite worthwhile
falling into a world beneath a world
a space between a place that's neither here nor there
adventurers beware