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GUSTAVRATZENHOFER gus rambled through the pages and posted from time to time. He usually gives us something to think about.
Racing through the mists of time
the aardvark was, in a word, sublime
inquisitve nose, keen to probe
stay away from my ear lobe
dine on ants your surly beast
but let me be -- I'm no feast
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WILLOWTL
was a regular, for a time.
My computer sucks it's plain to see
How can a machine be smarter than me
I would toss it or smash to relieve my frustration
but would miss all you people from all over the nation.
I guess I'll keep it and try to understand
how a big piece of metal can be smarter than man.
(or woman in this case hahaha)
A friend of mine posted this one on his facebook status. I just felt like sharing it.
I dig, you dig,
we dig, he digs
she digs, they dig.
It's not a beautiful poem, but it's very deep.
Edgar is like the
blood sap from the tree
dripping... seething...
approaching the ground with a ferocity
never seen in a liquid form
@gustavratzenhofer,
there was a man named gus
his mind an omnibus
he scattered his thoughts
like a squirrel hides nuts
then watched the people fuss
I never thought I would see Edgar resort to limericks, but we live in a hostile world.
What can I say? I am poemed out.
Ive been having some dark days lately so I'd thought I'd share, vent and be constructive at the same time...
I'm a brick wall that I cannot climb
And it has scatterred my mind like litter
I'm a box that I fear opening
Like a wound that is salty and bitter
I do not learn to go around this wall
Like the perserverance of a river
But I am the rock against the current
The wolf whose weakness is silver
This rut is infinite and in it is infinite depth
Yet we return like moths to flame that flickers
And all the wall does is stare at me
Waiting to be broken which I can't deliver
@Procrustes,
Thanks, procustes. And welcome to the thread.
@edgarblythe,
Thanks for the welcome Edgar.
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THEOLLADY was very encouraging and sometimes shared one of her poems.
I ponder yet, till my head aches
To think of ways to get it said-
I crave some salt
get out of bed
Still wond �'ring if the effort's dead.
Hang around. Then go. Come back again,
I shrivel at the thoughts we wrought.
And eyes! the eyes, they see them too
No matter what, the �'drift is caught'.
Non caring pain embraces night
Condemns my sleep, and stresses bone.
Meeting body and bed, it starts-
While I scream to be snoring, alone.
Another day, feels like the rest, I am up.
Just need to pray and comb my hair.
Yet having coffee, and looking around,
I see what I really want, my chair.
I am sitting
not bored, not really.
But uselessness is hard to take.
I write a letter, clean (scrub) the fridge,
Now my reward is, lie awake! (hmmm)
And crave a salty snack; or two
A habit formed by sleepless ones-
And try and try to think some more.
Then wonder, if my words are done.
Unmoved, they sit- no answers buy
Like merchandise one peers right over.
And maybe I , too, am seeing that
There �'s none to add, put on the cover.
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EL DIABLO
didn't get to know el diablo too well.
From above a rain of ashes descends
Anathema I will remain, forever will remain
From below, in my seclusion
Look up to the sky to see paper wings and watch them burn
Without habitation, you'll never find a soul inside
No life, but nothing's died
No lights, but quite the show
Just as long as no one ever knows
All motion is pantomime
dh
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INDIVIDUAL is a mystery to me, but posted enough times to get included in my list.
I saw my son
In a dream the other night
He was so beautiful
And filled me with delight.
Just to know
What a father must feel
When he holds his son
And gives his life with zeal.
I had to leave
So I walked away
Such sorrow
If I could only stay one more day.
He reached out
With his little paw
He grabbed me tight
And jabbed me with his jaw.
I walked out the door
He stared in disbelief
But I had to go
God stole me like a thief.
I would never come back
With this burden and this shame
And he'd be crying all night
Because he would never see his pa again.
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OLLY I had forgotten Olly -
I'm huddled up with my knees to my chest
Rocking back and forth to an unknown beat
I turned my back to the world today
To get over it, to admit defeat
I try then fail to lock feelings away
They keep on making me helpless and weak
The joy and pain of emotions are sweet
When the bloom of despair is not at its peak
I'm still drawn to your flame like a small silly moth
Atop my knees there is now my face
All your words mean something only to me
Everybody knows I'm a head hopeless case
All I want is to hide but I can't decide how
Crystal clear paths; yours, theirs, mine
I was probably meant to watch you all live
If I don't need to exist, fine
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STUH505
rain drenches, quenches, pours on down
drowns out every god awful sound
want to listen to tv but cant
rain rain drenches, quenches, silence out loud
thinking this water will keep on coming now
leave it for a rainy day
for all the old men and women to come out and play
catching the words with nets in the rain
arranging, engaging, rearranging.
finding beauty in strange places
taking pleasure in sharing to new faces
a round of applause around your good clause
is always a welcome cheer to my ear
but don't forget to criticize as well
should take advantage of ourselves while we're here
one last thing, don't forget to spell,
if you plan to write you better learn it well
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What Have You Proved? © 2004 VJP aka BeaWare
Amber liquid in bottles
Creamy red paint in a stick
Crayon colored powders
Lie encased in minute plastic coffins
High heels, low cut dresses
Scattered aimlessly about
You were flat on your back in life
What have you proved?
Gone are the posters of Teen idols
High school girl laughter
The friend you once were
You held the bitterness inside you
Imprisoned inside your heart
It controlled you
Until it broke the speed limit
And the traffic light of life
Flashed red
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Our good friend SEED Appeared a few times.
I sit through the day
its long and quite
i watch the fly as it roams
free yet annoying
i blink as it lands
"THATS MY SUPPER"
I brush him off
yet he comes back
Once again, i brush
off to a spiders web
tangled in silk
screams of dismay
I have caused a death
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PANTALONES
revives there the man with no past
and no story could be found
for noone ever knew who he was
and noone heard his dying sound
but now he comes with aspirations
dreams, hopes of predilection
he knows now he must tell his story
to live forever in spotless glory
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SYNONYMPH
Did not post very much. Had a great sense of humor.
Spontaneous haiku, with two calembour:
Small pause in forest,
Dachshund traversing the snow
Long walk, short pee-er.
