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]

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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.

 

[Darthinia Von Vader]

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"

 

[Darthinia Von Vader]

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

 

[Blandscape]

To look upon what you have seen

Inside the semblance of a celestial dream

That rakes and tears your love of self-asunder

And leaves you without that sense of wonder

That confuses all while confusing no-one

And conspicuously reminding you that you are someone

We walk a path that mires us in the true-scape

Of a horizon buried under your own bland-scape

I trod a faltering failing future underfoot

And barked at the moon as if astute

I relaxed a grip on what might have been

Merely to complain about how obscene

The mark of worth that we all wear

In our perambulators of conspiratorial despair

Say not what you have done

To hate the words that make you become

The fear you fear more than the insult that is done

As one-upmanship creates a wealth in some

Respond to all with all that you are worth

If you merely wish to fit a bonnie bony hand in glove.

 

[Larry Loungelizard]

There once was a hermit named Dave
Who kept a dead whore in his cave
He said "I'll admit
I'm a bit of a twit
But think of the money I'll save."

 

[chew the fat]

[] debuter []

Lock him up ...
We know he's corrupt ...
You can't deny ...
He told a lie ...
And he can never shut up ...

... Fini ...

 

[chew the fat]

[] Joe []

On the 1st day of Covid
The virus gave to me
A throat just slightly scratchy

On the 2nd day of Covid
The virus gave to me
A nose that was very runny

On the 3rd day of Covid
The virus gave to me
Chills and an achy body

On the 4th day of Covid
The virus gave to me
I'm still feeling very crappy

 

[The New Holliday]

Ducks on a pond, ducks on a pond
Very pretty swimming round
The lion and the unicorn journey very far
The answers are the question, sir
The lady soothes the lion's fur
Meek as a lamb he follows her
Wherever angels are
Sing me something
I asked the ice it would not say
But only cracked or moved away
I thought I knew me yesterday
Whoever sings this song
Ducks on a pond, ducks on a pond
Very pretty swimming round
Greetings on you kings in the sky
Who'll buy me a mynah bird
Play me a magic word
Speak of hopes with thoughts absurd
Thoughts floating by
Little ducks, pretty birds
Clouds across the sky
Sing me something
I asked the ice it would not say
But only cracked or moved away
I thought I knew me yesterday
Whoever sings this song
Moving pieces on the plains of troy
Carving faces on the rocks of joy
Pretty lady washing the tiles
Soapy pictures like crocodiles
Chilly, chilly, chilly, chilly winds blowing
Lovely spring coming soon
Chilly, chilly, chilly, chilly winds blowing
Lovely spring coming soon
I wear my body like a caravan
Gypsy rover in a magic land
Misty mountains where the eagles fly
Lonely valleys where the lost ones cry
I had a little letter full of paper
Inky scratches everywhere
Always looking, looking for a paradise island
Help me find it everywhere
Peacocks talking of the color gray
Awaking soundly in darkest day
A howling tempest on a silent sea
Lovely Jesus nailed to a tree
I had a little letter full of paper
Inky scratches everywhere
Always looking, looking for a paradise island
Help me find it everywhere
Mad as the moon when merlin falls
Silver castles and silver halls
Taking lessons from the piper's son
Learn to play while the world is young
Boys and girls come out to play
The moon doth shine as bright as day
Leave your sorrows and leave your sleep
And join your playfellows in the street
Come with a whoop or come with a call
Come with a goodwill or not at all
Up the ladder and down the wall
A ha'penny loaf will serve for all
Following my fortune now the holy grail is found
And the holy bread of heaven it is given all around
Farewell sorrow, praise God the open door
I ain't got no home in this world any more
I ain't got no home in this world any more
I ain't got no home in this world any more
Farewell sorrow, praise God the open door
I ain't got no home in this world any more
Poor as the birds but to give their songs away
Gathering possessions 'round to make a bright array
Dark was the night, praise God the open door
I ain't got no home in this world anymore
I ain't got no home in this world anymore
I ain't got no home in this world anymore
Farewell sorrow, praise God the open door
I ain't got no home in this world any more

...many Cheers for Woody

 

[The New Holliday]

No Coward Soul Is Mine​

By Emily Brontë​

No coward soul is mine
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere
I see Heaven's glories shine
And Faith shines equal arming me from Fear


O God within my breast
Almighty ever-present Deity
Life, that in me hast rest,
As I Undying Life, have power in Thee


Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men's hearts, unutterably vain,
Worthless as withered weeds
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main


To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by thy infinity,
So surely anchored on
The steadfast rock of Immortality.


With wide-embracing love
Thy spirit animates eternal years
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates and rears


Though earth and moon were gone
And suns and universes ceased to be
And Thou wert left alone
Every Existence would exist in thee


There is not room for Death
Nor atom that his might could render void
Since thou art Being and Breath
And what thou art may never be destroyed.

 

[Larry Loungelizard]

There once was a young man from Boston
who drove a little red Austin
he had room for his ass
and ten gallons of gas
but his balls hung out and he lost them.

 

[chew the fat]

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there is nothing that could ever go wrong
is nothing that could ever go wrong
nothing that could ever go wrong
that could ever go wrong
could ever go wrong
ever go wrong
go wrong
wrong
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