The Poetry Thread

[chew the fat]

[] 666 []

six six six
Fiddle sticks
I'm not scared
As long as I'm spared
That's how I get my kicks ...

 

[chew the fat]

[] Tay Tay []

I am a real deal Swiftie...

And that's pretty nifty

She's very, very smart

And definitely not a tart

But sometimes she can be fifty fifty ...

 

[Bevy]

Ode to breakfall
Never post when you're drunk
The next day youll regret it
You'll have to drink again
So that you forget it

 

[cw_]

@RANCIDMILKO ™ ®©
O O O
Your name makes me
GO GO GO

 

[chew the fat]

[] recite []

hold tight
is it right
what's next
is it sex
i'm alright
outta sight
don't give me a red light
as I'm not too bright
now I have stage fright
so don't be so uptight
... good ... night ...

 

[Admin.]

"WHEN YOU ARE OLD" - by William Butler Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
(W.B. Yeats Born 13 June 1865 – Died 28 January 1939)
Image of W.B. Yeats public domain by Charles George Beresford via Wikimedia Commons.

 

[chew the fat]

have you heard ...

f*u*c*k is the word ...

the .B.F. knows this ...

so don't take the piss ...

as i think this is absurd ...

 

[chew the fat]

[] [][] []


Today, I took a new pill ...

Because I needed to chill ...

I don't know why ...

But I didn't get high ...

And I didn't even get a thrill ...

 

[BadBrad]

[] [][] []


Today, I took a new pill ...

Because I needed to chill ...

I don't know why ...

But I didn't get high ...

And I didn't even get a thrill ...

I liked it till the last line

 

[Admin.]

 

[chew the fat]

[color]male[/blue]
she makes me feel alright
every night
she knows what to do
just screw
and we never ever fight

[color]female[/pink]
he makes me feel alright
every night
he knows what to do
just screw
and we never ever fight

 

[Blandscape]

[color]male[/blue]
she makes me feel alright
every night
she knows what to do
just screw
and we never ever fight

[color]female[/pink]
he makes me feel alright
every night
he knows what to do
just screw
and we never ever fig

It was 8:32 when you posted that, and at 8:33 you should have boasted that,
that chewin da fat is not your thing, and every word you say is not that chagrin.
It's not that you cannot construct a stanza, under the stress of your own anti-matter,
it is merely a physical reaction to, the orbits you take when you simply impress you.

Impressions are all around us, and what is learned is that they always confound us,
because they only rely on one crafted thought, that is easily sold and too often bought.
Don't buy into the footfall of failure, while leaving your hobbled tracks in the despair that made you,
If you chew the fat then you understand why, being Scottish is not some sweet lullaby.

 

[BadBrad]

I'm from the mil where them bodies drop
and ain't nobody finna call the cops
fiends call another dealer for another rock
these rental cars get turned into mobile spots

they like bradleyb didn't u just start rappin
ya I know but I'm here to take these niggers spots
uckin on they main bitch and he probably love her
but to me she just my other thot

 

[Garraty_47]

There are times when I feel my mind encased by flesh, blood, and bone. At these times it is impossible to call upon an abstract thought; inconceivable to ponder the what-ifs of a stagnant universe; escaping the boundaries of 'here' and 'now' is an unobtainable goal.

In such instances my mind can go no farther than my fingertips, can see no clearer than my inborn optics, can only hear what reaches my ears. I become a genuine human, a typical man. I perceive things the way other people do all the time. I have the same feelings that other people have when they take in their world at surface value. I am narrowed to five senses with which to interpret and contend with my world.

I am just like you.

And I fear greatly that I have gone insane.

 

[chew the fat]

We are the Bastard Factory
we are a complete mystery ...
but BF is gonna stay on top ...
with every little thing it's got ...
and it will never let you down ...
so let's all go to town ...
to rehash the internet ...
and use it as an asset ...
so we can be the winner ...
as winners are the grinners ...

 

[Blandscape]

I'm from the mil where them bodies drop
and ain't nobody finna call the cops
fiends call another dealer for another rock
these rental cars get turned into mobile spots

they like bradleyb didn't u just start rappin
ya I know but I'm here to take these niggers spots
uckin on they main bitch and he probably love her
but to me she just my other thot

I suspect you seed from the owner of a dark satanic mill,
in your own privately educated embittered shrill,
That grows a dystopian fop as a hairdo,
to rage against the cum-hither facials that abused and made you.

Think not about what ponders that stupidity,
in a see all you can see blind morbidity,
You are who you were always meant to be,
While struggling to simply be Bradley.

 

[Marvin]

Fagg

tell me all about your poetry sunshine

 

[chew the fat]

[] Satisfaction []

I can't get any satisfaction ...

or even a good positive reaction ...

and I try and I try and I try and I try ...

so that means now it will be goodbye ...

and for me no more action ...

 

[Woodstock]

 

[Admin.]

"When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple."
- Jenny Joseph, "Warning"

 

[Marvin]

some real deep shit there. cool

 

[The New Holliday]

When it Rains

When it rains the earth gets wet
When it rains the ants come out
When it rains the pond gets full
When it rains the horses drink water
When it rains the grass grows
That's what happens when it rains