A Poem Thread

**b0urgeoisie** · 08-09-04, 04:00 PM

I want to kidnap an alien
Gonna take him back to my place
Get my probes and stick em
In his eyes and ears and ass and face

I want to kidnap an alien
keep her for just a few days
take off her underwear
wear those panties on my face

I want to kidnap an alien
Push him in the shower
When I come home from work
I’ll bring him nasty flowers

Like skunkweed and nightshade
And roses with no pedals
When his alien friends find out
They’ll call me the alien devil

I’m gonna kidap an alien
Her family’s gonna miss her
Gonna makeout with an alien
Gonna lick and touch and kiss her

gonna strip down my alien
touch her very lightly
gonna kidnap an alien
our love will be unsightly

kidnap an alien

**Avatar** · 08-09-04, 04:29 PM

hey, cool!

**b0urgeoisie** · 08-09-04, 04:35 PM

Me and three of my jewish friends
Hopped in my car last night
We ran up into the grocery store
With a top and a spider kite

Hoola hoops and disco jacks
We needed to get some gas
A fine tight cop lady gave me some shit
Man I want to hit that ass

I told her so and she made me go
to county To check my level
I told that girl I aint drunk I’m just
The night ridin’ country devil

Funky monky chicken lovin
greasy Pillow talk
when I got done bangin that cop
I left to take a walk

She told me stay and hold her close
But I had shit to do
So I lost my pants and wore her out
Then I said I’m thru

My jewish friends found their own
And broke it off the same
I know someone hates this song
But no shame to this game

The sun came up my legs were tired
My boxers were stretched and wet
We took the skylark back to my place
And I took my shit to bed

**b0urgeoisie** · 08-09-04, 04:48 PM

Originally Posted by Avatar

hey, cool!

if you're cooling me ... Thank you.
if you're cooling some other poem ... I agree your poem I didn't read rocks
if you're cooling by the air conditioner ... So how 'bout this heat.

**b0urgeoisie** · 08-09-04, 04:49 PM

Dear Frank,

This is how my letter starts
With Monkey nutts and chicken farts
I like turkey I like peas
I’d like to lick your underknees
Now push me down
Now fart in my ear
Your belly button tastes like beer
Bik nik Nyook Nuk
Snurd wang Choe
That means something
In Eskimo
I built a poop log cabin
With my own hand
But I flushed it once
So I built it up again

Love,
Frank

**b0urgeoisie** · 08-10-04, 11:43 AM

Every day you get better looking
I can't understand how that could be
But, if every day you got better looking
You'd still never look as good as me

I knew a man with simple thoughts
He liked water, milk and gin
Every time He talked to me
He made me sick again

The kids went out just yesterday
To fish and play with strangers
But never fear. Have you met that kid?
The other guy's in danger

Outside the house - Out in the yard
I keep a loaded cat
When danger comes then off she goes
And that I'd say is that

Who said monkey meat tastes like chicken
It must have been a joke
Because I tried some just last week
The gravy made me choke

With a can of beer and crust of bread
My Hobo made his dinner
He held a race to find desert
A dead rat was the winner

I found some mustard and onion rings
To eat with my friends rat
You'll never guess who rang the door
My lost and hungry cat

The kids came home with candy-canes
They escaped without a scratch
They left the stranger in the Dessert
With a wet sponge and a match

To finish off and to be done
to end this silly rhyme
I should like to tell you of a man
That never had the time

He ran around and worried much
About what he did not know
So I hit him with a large tree branch
And, now he's kinda slow.

**thefountainhed** · 08-10-04, 11:58 AM

Dear Frank is good.

Outside that, what's the method besides face value?

Let's run aound in circles and shoot everything that moves.

**b0urgeoisie** · 08-10-04, 12:05 PM

They are cheep but effective. The purpose is to shake the reader. How many times to you have to stop and think? They are perfectly clear and easy to read. But, you can't read them all the way through without stopping to shake your head. They are funny too. It is much harder to write something that makes people laugh than to write something that invokes any other emotion. I could write to make you cry if you prefer. I know I can make you angry. That is easy. But, it is harder and more rewarding to make you laugh. What value has a poem that only the author can understand? I can write hidden meaning into my poetry and still have meaning at the surface. Not all poetry must be ambiguous to be good.

**thefountainhed** · 08-10-04, 12:07 PM

heh. welcome to the the thread.

**b0urgeoisie** · 08-10-04, 12:23 PM

Originally Posted by thefountainhed

heh. welcome to the the thread.

Thank you. I used to write songs for a local band. With this forum here I will have to dig some up and even write new stuff.

**thefountainhed** · 08-12-04, 12:42 AM

I toiled through the thickets of the forest,
Idly accepting the cuts from each branch,
Only closing my eyes to ease the pain
Of the wayward droplet of blood

I dragged my feet through the river,
Forcing my way against the current
Intent on pulling me down the waterfall

Like Daniel, I was cast out amongst the lions,
'Cept absent from his blessing,
They left me bloodied

I slaved from strife to strife,
Refusing even the petty crumbs
Of joy thrown my way

This is my atonement: a self-induced
Purgatory whose end I can only hope
Is the love of her eyes upon me

So lash out my love,
Send the darting arrows my way
Aim for the heart-- best way to hurt
Best way to impale
Only way to scar

**Avatar** · 08-12-04, 10:37 AM

A quiet song

I looked in her
deep, black and silent eyes
and there was a sudden silence,
no shots were fired,
the birds stopped in flight..
the war went quiet, down.

I took a book wrapped in silk,
whispered through the pages ,
they sung a quiet lullaby
and gently kissed our necks..
the thoughts went quiet, down.

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© 2004 by Avatar

**Avatar** · 08-12-04, 03:22 PM

Flowers grow on rock
and the rock
feeds
on the flower blood.

Blue eyes weep snow
as the winter comes close
and takes the flowers with it
to the world of darkness and death.

And next year
it is one more rock
and many more flowers on it.

And as their blood flows to hell
tears water the living roots
and slowly cut through
the snow and the rocks of the dead.

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© 2004 by Avatar

**Avatar** · 08-12-04, 03:37 PM

I have nothing
but my dream
to hold my hand,
to cry for me.

Every time
my eyes are closed
there's an angel
giving me a rose.

And each time
I hold a chalice
full of tears and blood
of awakening.

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© 2004 by Avatar

**~~Arditezza~~** · 08-12-04, 04:17 PM

Driven

Through the eyes of discontent
through another lazy dream
I stare without glare
so happy
to be here
and if it weren't for the lies
and if I didn't have to compromise
then maybe
I'd do some good
and maybe
I'd love you too
forsaken and falsely idolized
faster than a speeding bullet
and slower than time
we drifted like poison off the vine
and I pressed my barefoot to the pedal
and the pedal to the floor
the motor did more than purr

**Avatar** · 08-14-04, 06:40 PM

The sun is a knife in the sky,
it cuts through my tears and nights,
cuts them in two, in two bloody rocks
empty and barren of life and green grass.

With my lips I touched your's
and cried: "be alive!",
but the sun had risen
and cut us alone
into two worlds never to meet again.

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© 2004 by Avatar

**Avatar** · 08-14-04, 07:54 PM

Each day you came back like a new again
and didn't tell who had called out your name
like he had called a god on the telephone.

But I couldn't bother, I couldn't care,
was screaming my pain in an empty atmosphere,
there was only oxigen.

A soulless planet I couldn't leave
so I left my silly head instead
and was dancing with wild horses in the sky.

There are many planets, many wishes, many many screams,
but I'd like to see what happens if
two identical meet.

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© 2004 by Avatar

**Avatar** · 08-14-04, 07:56 PM

one hand
one brain
one head
one name
one fate
one molten bullet
crashing limbs and skin
going through the brain
to earse the name.

one click, one scream
one final wish,
one map is torn
is torn apart
and the oceans never
to be found.

one road
one bliss
one missing shot.

one kiss
one shout:
you live
once again!

how come it be
you live again,
how come you
create yourself
from molten led?

is it your or me
or just a dream
playing tricks on us
counting sheep in sleep?

one grazing herd
one world
one fame
one flame
but no name's
ever the same

how come it be
you live again,
how come you
create yourself
from molten led?

one source
one life
one night
one light
one begining
one end
ever repeating
the same.

one me
one dream
one galaxy.

one mind
one thought
one bleeding soul.

one us
one you
one knowing eye
one meeting place
beyond the stars
one laughing pace
running through the grass.

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© 2004 by Avatar

**thefountainhed** · 08-17-04, 03:42 AM

Intoxicated to relieve the pain,
music to sooth the soul,
the long ride to keep moving.
I am borken in half,
lost my best frend-- being an egoist
And no matter how many times the eyes are rubbed, the the face pressed by hand, head handily shaken, the image of her on the bed, of me on the chair spewing nonsense,it just can't go.
But then I can't get it outta mind that perhaps this is best.
Devoured beast, released demon.
This is the now.

**thefountainhed** · 08-17-04, 03:42 AM

Most are blinded by the haze
So into the holes they stumble
So into the poles they thump--
Their piercing cries a dissonance of deprivation.
Yet one is gifted her slanted eyes
So his back is straightened
So his walk is assured--
Their piercing cries earmarks on evasion.

Even the programmed should be gifted the fleetingness of love
So in this unhindered quest to his fiery fall,
The fear present in the knowledge of an end
Is all but grounded amongst the clouds of gunpowder,
The smell of warm flowing blood,
And the littered, dismembered bodies creating their panging composition.

All hail the soldier in his blind jingoism
All hail the lover in his quest to protect
All hail the leader in his responsibility to sacrifice