A Poem Thread

Life

Standing on the shores of another Earth's Sanity,
Staring out at varied mingled waves of Inanity, crazy-ass foam blowing on an Idiot Wind.

A quick paddle, then.
 
Channelling Sir Ian McKellan

Ledge Lizard

Out here on my ledge
I can hear the cries, the begs;

But I want that to turn into laughter,
I just need to make them look smarter.

Sprout my stupid wings and launch
Myself into the air.

A miracle is all it takes, sometimes.

I heard we all have an inner fire,
And here I am, bird on a wire.
 
Another . . .

The Wall

There is a wall now, of solid brick
Between you and the world.
A safe place to protect your web of lies.

A tower within which, lief stepwise
You would iterate from strand to strand,
The hanging man.
 
About Heroes

You can be a hero
Just for one day,
That's usually all it takes.

If you become a hero
You don't need to do it again.

We all know that, and so should you,
You dumb hero, you.
 
I'm sorta feeling poetic so . . .

Escape

A word like a thing that tastes indescribable, and you want to feast on its pleasures.

This prison is not real, the guards have left all the gates open.
They stand expectantly. Knowingly.

Your freedom is a nod of recognition,
and then some steps from you
is a future path that will get you
The Hell Out.

If you recognise the language and put a smile on your face
as you heave that sigh of relief,
Boy.
 
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Hey guys. I've been here a day or three now and I have to say, this site really sucks.

There, it's out there. But golly it is quite true. It looks like a bulletin board for random bullshit. I am not well impressed.

Why have one of these things, people? If all I've really managed here is posting some poetry, then I have myself to pat on the back. Ah well, I suppose that will mean I won't be dragging my knuckles, eh?
 
Kid Anymore said:
Hey guys. I've been here a day or three now and I have to say, this site really sucks.

There, it's out there. But golly it is quite true. It looks like a bulletin board for random bullshit. I am not well impressed.

Why have one of these things, people? If all I've really managed here is posting some poetry, then I have myself to pat on the back. Ah well, I suppose that will mean I won't be dragging my knuckles, eh?
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Well it is mainly a science forum, (though the politics section is popular at the moment for understandable reasons). You haven't really posted much intelligible science, so far, so you won't have had a lot of feedback.
 
Hmm. I think I might not bother to make any further efforts. I've seen enough.
I've got things I want to do and this is looking like a waste of time.

Have fun, maybe
 
Back for my eulogy.

. . . two, three, four

I joined a group of Seekers once
Who wanted satisfaction.
They couldn't get no girl reaction,
They needed a redaction.
A reset to restart the play,
They'd forgotten their lines anyway.

After some self-inspection
They all made a flight correction,
A soulful resuspension.
Didn't need no intervention.

But I couldn't shake the impression
They still wanted to nail someone to a cross.
 
Here we are, some more comments on the state of play:

Wondering why walking along a waterfront when it's wet is worth it.
Making meringues merrier, if you're married to a woman named Mary.
Consuming cactus and catching the crazy coach to Kickass city.
Driving a Dodgeful of dipshits down a detour to Dumbassville.
Asking Alice anything amusing while in Arkham Asylum.

oh, there's more, much more . . .
 
Kid Anymore said:
Hmm. I think I might not bother to make any further efforts. I've seen enough.
I've got things I want to do and this is looking like a waste of time.

Have fun, maybe
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I am reminded of an old post on how to identify woo. From that post:

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Top Signs you are Reading Woo

Cranks often enjoy posting on science forums. Once they feel the thrill of making up some pseudoscientific woo, telling it to a friend and having the friend think they are clever - they come on line, find a science forum and post away, hoping for kudos and compliments on their imagination and intelligence. We see them here all the time.

But how can you tell a true crank from someone who is just confused, or someone who has a reasonable idea that is just not developed? How can you tell plain old errors from woo? Below is a guide to help with that decision. It lists several characteristics of cranks. If you see one of these characteristics, be wary. If you see several, well - either ignore the fellow or have some fun with him.

. . . . .

And last but not least:

17) The Grand Trampling Exit. Often cranks, once they have realized that they are not going to get kudos and attaboys for their unconventional thinking, will make a "final post" that is usually along the lines of "you're all a bunch of idiots! I'm going to leave this once and for all, and deny you all the pleasure of my company. Instead I am going to post on a board where intelligent people have open minds!"

Reading the Grand Trampling Exit, readers of the forum might be tempted to breathe a sigh of relief as the signal to noise ratio improves. However this relief is often short-lived. Cranks love attention, and thus more often than not they come back sometime later, often with a statement along the lines of "well, I just had to say one more . . ." or "I realized you wanted me to leave, so I'm going to stick around to get back at you!"
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The crank defense. How predictable.

I have plenty more crank poetry, if you're interested, bro.
This site needs something. I think it could do with a critical thinker or two.

These predictable ones who trot out boilerplate arguments--cranks, trolls, sockpuppets--just make the place look godawful. Can we try to make it look just plain awful?
 
Hey this grand exit ploy you're interested in (rather than anything else); I thought I'd try offering the argument that although I did leave and was fine with it, I did look again, and saw some responses that indicated a reasonable attitude was still in the air.

Well, now I have to say I think my first decision was the right one. I'll just forget all about science and post poetry.
Perhaps you will be able to find a reason to complain about that.

p.s. you can forget about surprising me with it if you do.
 
The sun shining from above,
A young couple walking on the beach,
A breeze from the north,
Seagulls talking overhead.

Wet sand under foot,
Footprints in the sand,
The litter of things unseen,
The wash of the ocean on the beach.

The smell of no other but here,
A scent of the salt water and its life,
Holding hands as they walk,
The young couple feel as one.

A summer morning on the edge of the wild,
The ocean speaks as they walk,
No words spoken and nothing said,
Beyond words the moment is perfect.
 
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