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And so begins the Age of Ya Krunk'd Floo...

He desires no recompense for his delusions and no symphony for his music.

Life, being life, is good. Help others, not just yourselves. Tolerate fools, but disregard ignorance. Laughter breeds life, but rejections of brilliance suffocate the world. Don't put up with the daily mundane...

Faith Flounder'd-Found

Oh, for faint! Oh, for flower!
Oh, for paradise in this somnolentless hour!
Twist'd turns, and moves abound...
Be still, my mind. Ship, halt! Aground!

Rocky reef and ribald runes,
Cause it's stasis, rigamort, deplumed!
And in this hole of lewd react.
Stands the preacher, hand with tract.

"Is your life moral, ground?"
"Is your truth to be found?"
"No proof have I, yet none thee need!"
"In this light, I turn! I leave!"

And in his amble, stomp, lost hope,
Did three stones see and remark, with bloat:
"Be he who they frown and cast
Forever in journey, destination pent-cast?"

"May-June be, cometh then...
Follow his truth, we three men!"
And so united, with vain profound
Did they leave their mottled mound...

Upon the out-set of their belegured Proust,
Did nothing but clod-hump, half-in-doubt.
They could not feel or remember past,
That which happen'd, night but last.

So, in this end, the man who stroll'd,
Continued on, in desire of soul.
A lonely life, full of friends...
Around the corner, lying another bend.

truly amazing stuff...very much so

Thanks. I'm in cohorts with the author who is me...what the fukuoka am I typing about? Huh? You say me, you say you.

"Some mon just deal wit' information. An' some mon, him deal wit' the concept of truth. An' den some mon deal wit' magic. Information flow aroun' ya, an' truth flow right at ya. But magic, it flow t'rough ya." - Nernelly.

You are so f*cking obvious it beggars belief. But still, damn talented

To quote Cicero: "No poet or speechmaker ever thought anybody was cleverer than he."

Good stuff by the way.

Originally posted by Syren
You are so f*cking obvious it beggars belief. But still, damn talented

Are you saying that it's so obviously about fish with teeth or that I had you at "Hello"?

Up & Leave

Up and leave, it's your time to go.
Spent your limit, as you said so...
"I must improve, I must get better!
I must return to Alma Mater!"

Conflicted by your life and thoughts of wealth,
I'll promise you this; to each his own is dealt.
Higher learning can bring you peace,
Or disrupt your flow with love and release.

Worry not, my friend. Go! Be better,
Good times will come again, our friendship? In letter...
Till the next, eyes, drink, talk.
Fly for your fortune, forget remorse.

it would it offend you if I said...nice

Sometimes I flirt with the mundane. It keeps me real, maaaaan.

Up Until Now

So tripp'd truth, so ran a mile,
So sank teeth, so scar'd skin'd tiled.
Broken by error, forced to remain,
Pain ceased-ceased, memory been strain.

So flipp'd through, so sought sun,
So left home, so life begun.
Rivaled the King, revelled with style,
Ach'd in the morning, Sunday-Monday like bile.

So found reason, so reach'd higher,
So moved up, so reconcilled with Sire.
Passion'd with one, fought with another,
Twist'd mind blurt: "End all your ire!"

So still stung, so chilled COME!
So asked-demanded, so refusal granted.
Take my money, give me time,
Distilling my life, a quart at a time?

So strength sapped, so free bound,
So search'd escape, so not found!
Given all I can't, given all I can,
Leave me a minute, to hold in my hand.

So can't give, so can't say,
So can't grant me? So another way?
I still have my moments, I still have my mind,
I'd just prefer to be granted a little, little time.

Up until now, I've given.
Up until now, all we've been through.
Up until now, a minute before.
Up until now? We're through.

?

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
Sometimes I flirt with the mundane. It keeps me real, maaaaan. so said the man in the mirror gaping at his nakedness for none to see....shame be his levity and mockery thy cloth, nes pah ma bra.

still good shit, if that's the thing ya like, ya like?

I like taking a shit, but I don't like fecal matter, per se...

Also, I ain't weirded-up and into frukle shib-bang-bang like admiring my Adonis in da mirror.

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
Up Until Now

So tripp'd truth, so ran a mile,
So sank teeth, so scar'd skin'd tiled.
Broken by error, forced to remain,
Pain ceased-ceased, memory been strain.

So flipp'd through, so sought sun,
So left home, so life begun.
Rivaled the King, revelled with style,
Ach'd in the morning, Sunday-Monday like bile.

So found reason, so reach'd higher,
So moved up, so reconcilled with Sire.
Passion'd with one, fought with another,
Twist'd mind blurt: "End all your ire!"

So still stung, so chilled COME!
So asked-demanded, so refusal granted.
Take my money, give me time,
Distilling my life, a quart at a time?

So strength sapped, so free bound,
So search'd escape, so not found!
Given all I can't, given all I can,
Leave me a minute, to hold in my hand.

So can't give, so can't say,
So can't grant me? So another way?
I still have my moments, I still have my mind,
I'd just prefer to be granted a little, little time.

Up until now, I've given.
Up until now, all we've been through.
Up until now, a minute before.
Up until now? We're through.

? what, no silly love proses??? can it be? Nah! my eyes do decieve, but no it truly is an original love poem.. unlike so many blather that goes here....

me likes, me likes a lot....maybe you can give Feanor a few pointers at being nonsensical...lol

you, him and this OBLH guy are about the only ones that has ever done some stuff beyond the trite shit that is infested throughout....

Originally posted by NunYahBidness
what, no silly love proses??? can it be? Nah! my eyes do decieve, but no it truly is an original love poem.. unlike so many blather that goes here....

me likes, me likes a lot....maybe you can give Feanor a few pointers at being nonsensical...lol

you, him and this OBLH guy are about the only ones that has ever done some stuff beyond the trite shit that is infested throughout....

Aha! Me thinks thee thus thar arrr another kindred spirit who floats on moon beams and waddles through-in-on-over the garbage! Tis true, n'est pas? Pray tell, prithy thee...Where art thou art?

I had jus' 'bout 'nough of eyein' dis talk of bein' publish'd by the proles prattling on about "Your hair is yellow, I like jello, it wibbles and wobbles, sunsets on moonlight, oh! Darkness! Hide my face!", etc.

As the monk said, "Funk dis shit up, yo! Youse are alls jus' speakin' blah-blah!"

Oh, you're right about that Ou Be la la...He seemed on the cusp of greatness. Pity thee and thigh that spicy ain't da flava dat gets G'd here. Oh no.

Gee, thanks... my poetry, from this day forward, shall now be known as 'trite shit'

Krunk, your poetry is, as ever, fantastic. I bow to your greatness eyes

I ain't all that an' a bag of chips!...Well, ok...I am...I am...

Chips droolio

Krunk clapping

See where I'm going with this?

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
Aha! Me thinks thee thus thar arrr another kindred spirit who floats on moon beams and waddles through-in-on-over the garbage! Tis true, n'est pas? Pray tell, prithy thee...Where art thou art?

I had jus' 'bout 'nough of eyein' dis talk of bein' publish'd by the proles prattling on about "Your hair is yellow, I like jello, it wibbles and wobbles, sunsets on moonlight, oh! Darkness! Hide my face!", etc.

As the monk said, "Funk dis shit up, yo! Youse are alls jus' speakin' blah-blah!"

Oh, you're right about that Ou Be la la...He seemed on the cusp of greatness. Pity thee and thigh that spicy ain't da flava dat gets G'd here. Oh no. to decipher this is to make me the monkey sifting through poopooh in order to find that gem of a seed....

and to quote: apes in cages, riiiiiiiiight. *snorts*

Originally posted by Syren
Chips droolio

Krunk clapping

See where I'm going with this?

My bedroom?





That post had already flowered, Nun...You couldn't smell the bouquet before your nose?



U rang, me tang?

Get your mind outta the gutter and dazzle us with some poetic butter...

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
My bedroom?





That post had already flowered, Nun...You couldn't smell the bouquet before your nose?



oh yes...i've noticed that a rare Amorphophallus titanum has sprouted quite suddenly, eh? my com-patre


lol you are a rare one indeed to have known that ambiguous quote....indeed

sadly, while i am an avid reader of contemporary poetry, i am not one to put fingers to keyboard

alas alas
i must pass....'nuff said

A new dig-weed is summoned to announce the fall of the last day and the twiglet hours before the new...

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you...

Flicko Day

Cartoon-toon'd, ya flip'd for you!
Crump'd-up and while'd, two-woo-woo.
Mist in the middle, shot shit wide,
Fell over flavour, out with the ebb-tide.
Corner'd all four'd, sever'd the truth,
Shame on your legend, birth'd and youth.
In-out, shaven flayed and splayed,
Legs akimbo, oceanic rampage'd.
If krunk'd-up, ya floo! If doiled? Ya dun.
Terror on the street, mind not. Have fun!
Chick-chuck'd ya blade, but even more spawn?
Dagger'd knife dealt, all cards withdrawn.

Damn, would you mind awfully if I requested a brief summary of that poem (in words I can comprehend), just to enable me to understand a little better?

My mind conjured up images of Jessica Rabbit, street fights, knives, blood and gutted hookers. Yes, I know I need mental help

Your mind is fine, why bother referring to mine? Drink some wine, take some time, mellow little yellow and bow to the rhyme.

Obviously I am in the shadow of a mind beyond human comprehension. So then like a god, I must think like so to find the way in this gem of a worded-portrait. Did I say "God"?

So I was right?

Add 'peace' to your mix and you've got yourself a cocktail.

eyes

With all this talk of alcohol I might assume you were trying to get me drunk, Mr Floo.

Gah. Double damn post disgust

Originally posted by Syren
eyes

With all this talk of alcohol I might assume you were trying to get me drunk, Mr Floo.

Not 'drunk', my dear. I was trying to get you krunk'd...

So, now that you're suitably disposed...about those clothes...

A quick masturbation:

If We Could

Answer me this; what made me blissed?
A memory reminisced, lonely kiss?
Cards for you, thoughts fell through,
Ardently remonstrated, obligations misplaced;
Velvet to touch, moon beams in flux,
Incapacitated by your silken strut,
A triumph for valor, your soul, your bust.
In truth, lies false and honor obeyed.
Do not manipulate, be made concave.
And if you remain, diamond - not stained.
In life, my promise is to remain.

Originally posted by NunYahBidness
Obviously I am in the shadow of a mind beyond human comprehension. So then like a god, I must think like so to find the way in this gem of a worded-portrait. Did I say "God"?

In your stretch for the saintly and sound, consider the profane to be profound.

I've yet to say much to yours, truthfully I feel I may not be qualified to do so, as it's not your normal proses. Hence my...hence? But I will regardless as I happen to like your work.

A Strange Thing

In time of Jove and Pan's white beard,
Did fairies whisper far and queer'd!

Between the spell of whisper'd woods,
Couldn't, Can't and Wouldn't stood.

"Look at us free, bounded by,
Our fear of this and dulcet lullaby!"

What mockery did they ponder?
Why, my friend - that, there yonder!

"Oh, for Pete and Parcell'd ware!
Bring me a postman, apple and pear!"

So, did Eve, being Adam's bane/mare,
Venture to nestle, look and stare...

"Oh, that goat, what a ruck!
I wonder if he would wanna ****?"

"Jesus!", said Couldn't in wide-awe.
"No, that's Eve, a dirty whore!"

In the stuck middle of Can't and Wouldn't,
Pan The Stinker, really shouldn't.

But did, did he and all saw,
The Goat-Man tupping Adam's Law.

Then, in the calamity of cause-celeeeb,
Jesus, plopped and started to bleed!

"****! That's it! He's bound, he's gone!"
And off they ran, for more anon.

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
In your stretch for the saintly and sound, consider the profane to be profound.

I like the sound of that, I spoke the words aloud and sighed... dreamily entranced.

It's most certainly 'sig-worthy', sure a sentence to recall in years to come, for I shall not forget.

Well, I do say, you have yet to desplease my mind with wild taunts.


Makes a man to cry for more and a woman to give weigh. There is much to taunts in one such thread that often makes me ponder, "How can one so gifted with the litteral stature of Shakespeare, crush someone elses work so heavily?". Then I stop and read the poetry from both sides. Maybe less harsh things to display methinks?


Maybe flow can slow to press a critique to the sleeping knight?

Maybe not, but its a thought pressed to keyboard by many a strike.

Great work nontheless. I hope to be able to catch the same for mine own. Bravo.

Originally posted by justjakk
Well, I do say, you have yet to desplease my mind with wild taunts.


Makes a man to cry for more and a woman to give weigh. There is much to taunts in one such thread that often makes me ponder, "How can one so gifted with the litteral stature of Shakespeare, crush someone elses work so heavily?". Then I stop and read the poetry from both sides. Maybe less harsh things to display methinks?


Maybe flow can slow to press a critique to the sleeping knight?

Maybe not, but its a thought pressed to keyboard by many a strike.

Great work nontheless. I hope to be able to catch the same for mine own. Bravo. Be careful for what you ask. To enter into the mind flumoxed with mazes upon mazes is to see into the box of one known as Jack.

Originally posted by NunYahBidness
Be careful for what you ask. To enter into the mind flumoxed with mazes upon mazes is to see into the box of one known as Jack. Why wouldst thou speak of jack when jakk is what you would find? I have entered many of mind and becomed bored of old milk. Do you like pie?

droolio

All this talk makes me hungry...

Originally posted by Syren
droolio

All this talk makes me hungry... a maidens hunger is quenched by somewhat a more flavorful mix of medley. thou should not mingle in pie, but of finer things. want a faygo?

heh. funny bro. you let the mindstrings slip a bit much somedays, but dont we all... haha and you arent afraid to show it, plus, as an added bonus, you do it in style, no flamings. Good form, as Hook would say.

Originally posted by DreamingWarrior
heh. funny bro. you let the mindstrings slip a bit much somedays, but dont we all... haha and you arent afraid to show it, plus, as an added bonus, you do it in style, no flamings. Good form, as Hook would say. what is good form but a body with nice legs....maybe a girlfriend will help me develope more.....any callers?

Originally posted by justjakk
what is good form but a body with nice legs....maybe a girlfriend will help me develope more.....any callers? dude! that's classic

Originally posted by justjakk
what is good form but a body with nice legs....maybe a girlfriend will help me develope more.....any callers? hahaha agreat man! hahaha

Random post to bump me up to the top of the charts! Ya for me! Ya!

Please keep this on topic and stop the quarreling.

Please, or we will start giving out warnings and temp bans.

Ewe

Flick-fluck, Sitting Duck,
Dribbling doo-doo, cursing your luck,
Stung by opportune, waiting for the pluck,
Cursing at loons, raking your muck,
I take it all back, do you wanna f....

Originally posted by lil bitchiness
Please keep this on topic and stop the quarreling.

Please, or we will start giving out warnings and temp bans.



Did you even read the posts Milla? There were no arguments here, just general discussion, opinions released and compliments on the clever use of words. Did you get confused?

Originally posted by Syren


Did you even read the posts Milla? There were no arguments here, just general discussion, opinions released and compliments on the clever use of words. Did you get confused?

Actually, Miss Syren...Nun and I were banned for 2 days for doing the same thing...Storm labels it 'intermezzos'. Apparently, they're not allowed...

We're not allowed to smart talk one another, with the very best of intentions and no anger/disgust/irritation/annoyance in sight?

There was a farmer who had a dog and BINGO was his name.

Is that the extent of discussion in this forum? F.ucking marvellous, what point is there to a poetry/prose area if we cannot discuss one another's work?

I could be wrong, but perhaps the code of conduct only refers to Nun and I. Our friend, The Gimp-boy seems to curry favor with a couple of the mods...They like the way he gives. Head or tails? I'll flip you...

And my sweet self, I'm sure No need to flip, fight best of three, funnily enough, Krunk... I agree.

There is a differance between discussion and deliberate trolling.

Get this back on topic - if you have a problem, PM.

Ta.

Bang bang, she shot me down.

Comments on 'Ewe'~

It's simplicity speaks volumes, more so than the abbreviated final word... leaves imagination to roam and perverts the thought process. Good job.

Ya, so I'm in the Hong Kong on business/pleasure and I decided to chance a quick shit:

Use Your Eyes

Bannanas, I know, those I don't.
Fish-heads, again, quaint BIG boats,
Air-filled bubbles, that look like stomachs,
Cantonese is garbl'd, My Mandarin to them is muddled.

Custard tarts and beauty queens, Chinese doctors selling Spleens,
Trams with poise, green men make noise!
Walk on foot, raised platform aloft,
To avoid the rain in times of sloth.

Waiting for my date'd appointment, meeting,
Fleeting visit, so so cheating.
Again will lai I, in greater days
Fill Again, my sailing made.

With glance and gander, do I stander,
Once being British, there is no slander,
The mix and slew and all the rest,
Where will it take me? Bless'd No Stress.

Back to the streets, yo.

Meh, it's moderately good...

You're not wrong; thus you are right. It's pretty sloppy...

I do like that 'custard tarts' line though...

I liked that line too... but I was uncertain about the last verse. It starts really well but it seems that you kinda lost interest half way through Your stuff is usually amazing, I guess that's why I thought less of this piece.

After the passive call of Syren's behest, I give you:

Use Your Eyes Redux; Golden Eggs

Custard tarts and beauty queens,
Chinese doctors selling Spleens,
Bananas, fish-heads, quaint big boats,
Walking platforms made to float.

Trams roll here, Green Men beep there,
No one with time to take a chair,
Brisk-walk-run, taxi to prise
As the profits match the skies.

Skylines formed in perfect wind-water,
Mountains astern, oceans to fore in order,
Those green hills roll for many a mile,
But here in the city, stock-people pile.

As those huge ships barter with produce,
Ants run round in search of golden goose.
Here, plus one, can't be done,
Still bars lie open, wait for the fun.

Sudden trip, only glimpsed, not seen,
Taken aback by the city's sheen,
Like all life, lies good/bad/grey,
But still I shall return for another day...

clapping Fabulous, methinks you're back on form... the structure is much better, the words roll more smoothly and the whole thing gives off an aura of professionalism, well done...

Thanks, Syren. Please email me naked pictures of you. WHAT AM I SAYING!!?!?

Live

I am united, flaw'd, near-sighted,
I have loved, lost more, but refuse to be blighted,

I have struggled, fought, thought, lost hope,
I have battled the despair and raised the slope,

I begin each day with a nod to the sun,
I begin each day with a means to have fun,

I challenge the dull and refute the wrong,
I divine the beach, surfing, sarong,

I roll with the waves, punches and kicks,
I delight in the quickness of subtle licks,

I crave for more, as it fuels my ambition,
I hope my dreams will meet fruition.

That's really good Krunk, but it's not your 'usual' style... what made you change? Is it a one off, or will we see more?

Dunno. Bored. Dunno.

Change Will Come

Kudos Berry, jump'd in gator,
Flavor'd gall, Master Bator,
Atrocious trails and lank, rotten hair,
Feeding Frenzy's ill-gotten stare,
Frozen mildew, mace'd perfume,
Frogg'd out loggers, lost log flume,
Bewilder'd brackish, monkless gnome,
Tilder'd tooth, faint'd home.
Jesus-shoes and Goat'd beard,
Normal reason running weird...
Ghost-loss-loan, mount'd steed,
Exotic-quixotic nonsense breed;
Chode be chide, culture be slain,
Joyce in the mist, swamp'd by the rain.
Fountain of youth, built bullet-proof,
Wax-work'd living in the roof,
Hidden eyes, long-lost spies,
Truth twisted, lost, remade,
Sharpen'd to bleed, cut-cut by blade.
Wisdom gone, fallacy come,
Puppet'd posts run by thumb,
Down-ward fall, already begun,
No water-food, space in tum.
Floating to the moon, burnt by the sun,
All the love shot through by gun-gun-gun,
In time, reawake, reseed, remake,
Take the hate, replace, not late,
Before the floor evaporate, see the lead,
Mend the leave, lost through greed.
Power in life, certainty in death,
Take heed; make difference with each breath.

Awesome... the words flow together like liquid gold. I keep reading it and each time I see another part that literally jumps out at me. I especially liked the sound of;

Ghost-loss-loan, mount'd steed,
Exotic-quixotic nonsense breed;

And this was powerful as a final couplet, it brought the entire piece to a strong standstill;

Power in life, certainty in death,
Take heed; make difference with each breath.

But I was unsure as to whether this was done purposely;

Hidden eyes, long-lost spies,

Was it intended to stand alone?

Originally posted by Syren
But I was unsure as to whether this was done purposely;

Hidden eyes, long-lost spies,

Was it intended to stand alone?

Aha! Yes, it must be an intentionally unintentional anomoly...Or maybe it was just a mistake? Impossible! I don't do 'mistakes'...

Revised:

Change Will Come

Kudos Berry, jump'd in gator,
Flavor'd gall, Master Bator,
Atrocious trails and lank, rotten hair,
Feeding Frenzy's ill-gotten stare,
Frozen mildew, mace'd perfume,
Frogg'd out loggers, lost log flume,
Bewilder'd brackish, monkless gnome,
Tilder'd tooth, faint'd home.
Jesus-shoes and Goat'd beard,
Normal reason running weird...
Ghost-loss-loan, mount'd steed,
Exotic-quixotic nonsense breed;
Chode be chide, culture be slain,
Joyce in the mist, swamp'd by the rain.
Fountain of youth, built bullet-proof,
Wax-work'd living in the roof,
Hidden eyes, long-lost spies,
Driven deep in the jungle of lies,
Truth twisted, lost, remade,
Sharpen'd to bleed, cut-cut by blade.
Wisdom gone, fallacy come,
Puppet'd posts run by thumb,
Down-ward fall, already begun,
No water-food, space in tum.
Floating to the moon, burnt by the sun,
All the love shot through by gun-gun-gun,
In time, reawake, reseed, remake,
Take the hate, replace, not late,
Before the floor evaporate, see the lead,
Mend the leave, lost through greed.
Power in life, certainty in death,
Take heed; make difference with each breath.

The Quality of Arm-chair Republics Seduced By Treacle

Whistle,
Stop.
Motel,
Please.

hehehe...are we, or we are, brother's in thought if not action! and if in action let us not stop to think...maryjane will take 5 dollahs! O' master poet who din kno' it.

pimp

Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrr
rrrrp!

You cannot abide with smilies and yet you post such crap?

Originally posted by Syren
You cannot abide with smilies and yet you post such crap?

Are you talking about my poetry or my gaseous affliction?

Your gaseous affliction, obviously

Originally posted by Syren
Your gaseous affliction, obviously

Drunken, Spilled, Fallen-Floor Mess

Tripp'd-up, fallen-floor mess,
Rollin' with the Rock, anybody's guess,
Tea-totalled troll, moved on, no repast,
Liquid lunch and devil'd moll-ask,
Tenuous link to better day,
It be da beer, it be the way,
Frizzl'd ma mind, now all time,
Mixin' the hops wid da vine,
In the morro', questions will ask,
Not for now as I fill ma flask.

Your poems are simply spiffying. I am gurgling with excitement every time i enter this thread.

I do not say this flippantly: you are a physical, mental and emotional 10.

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
Drunken, Spilled, Fallen-Floor Mess

Tripp'd-up, fallen-floor mess,
Rollin' with the Rock, anybody's guess,
Tea-totalled troll, moved on, no repast,
Liquid lunch and devil'd moll-ask,
Tenuous link to better day,
It be da beer, it be the way,
Frizzl'd ma mind, now all time,
Mixin' the hops wid da vine,
In the morro', questions will ask,
Not for now as I fill ma flask.

Fantastic... intoxication caught in action.

Two Bees And A Cue: This Way Vs That

I'll use one - Many for me,
I'll build from the middle - Decentralised, mine will be,
As soon as there's fire, I'm ready to go,
Amber coals bright, then shall we know.
Thin, scrawny slithers and plenty of baste,
Thick, rump cuts, season to taste.
Wrapp'd in bread, in face fed,
Dined divine, sampled wine bled,
Clams in the shell, bean-sprouted sheets,
Lettuce in the bowl, peppers, onions, beets.
I'm the winner, you're coals are dead!
You're the loser, you're still unfed!
We've both dined out, among the stars,
We've both got to clean, before back to Ours.
We've both enjoyed the company of friend,
We've both let loose to no manufactured end!
We're both the winners, neither have loss!
We're both going home with gristle to floss.

Barbecues... I thought there was only one way to eat

How do you eat yours?

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
Two Bees And A Cue: This Way Vs That

I'll use one - Many for me,
I'll build from the middle - Decentralised, mine will be,
As soon as there's fire, I'm ready to go,
Amber coals bright, then shall we know.
Thin, scrawny slithers and plenty of baste,
Thick, rump cuts, season to taste.
Wrapp'd in bread, in face fed,
Dined divine, sampled wine bled,
Clams in the shell, bean-sprouted sheets,
Lettuce in the bowl, peppers, onions, beets.
I'm the winner, you're coals are dead!
You're the loser, you're still unfed!
We've both dined out, among the stars,
We've both got to clean, before back to Ours.
We've both enjoyed the company of friend,
We've both let loose to no manufactured end!
We're both the winners, neither have loss!
We're both going home with gristle to floss. Dude!!! I gotta admit, yours has a special place in my heart. Okay, enough of gayness. I like it...but you do make it hard to dissect your work.

Must be a neo-modernist poet I suppose.

It's easy enough to dissect if you read it and don't focus... kinda like those magic-eye pictures, where you have to go cross-eyed to see anything

Originally posted by Syren
Barbecues... I thought there was only one way to eat

How do you eat yours?

East and West aren't just geographical opposites...I go with the flow, but am particularly partial to the thick, rump steak-kind...

Nun, I love your bottom too, but don't always think too much.

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
East and West aren't just geographical opposites...I go with the flow, but am particularly partial to the thick, rump steak-kind...

Nun, I love your bottom too, but don't always think too much. I'm afraid it's too late for that my friend. I'm on overdrive as it is...and for the life of me, it is excruciatingly excruciating.

I once partook in the inhaling of smoke from a particular herb and I believe the affect of such a herb would induce the required state of mindlessness. As your doctor, I have decided to prescribe you a healthy dose of this un-said herb, as long as your diurnal drudgery does not involve methodical thinking or the use of heavy machinery...

If that don't float ya boat, then drink a bottle of rum.

Next patient, please...

*raises hand*

I'll need both, Doctor eyes

In that case, I will have to further the prescription to include a stay on a beach on a tropical island and a non-stop supply of garlic 'rubbed' roasted peanuts. After becoming sick of the peanuts, an alternative of Pistachio nuts will be supplied.

I would also like to offer my sevices as a 'bedside' doctor, in case of an emergency...

droolio

Oooh, pistachios... yummeh!

Bedside doc? Hmm, Dr, do you think that would be wise?

Not only wise, my dear, but ultimately necessary; I could just stave your death by bringing you the life...

Using the Peanut Method? Hmm, never heard of it... but I trust you Doc, after all you are the professional

The very fact that you have not heard of - let alone, experienced - the 'peanut' method shows your desperate need for my doctoring. I am a professional at using the 'peanut'. Method.

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
I once partook in the inhaling of smoke from a particular herb and I believe the affect of such a herb would induce the required state of mindlessness. As your doctor, I have decided to prescribe you a healthy dose of this un-said herb, as long as your diurnal drudgery does not involve methodical thinking or the use of heavy machinery...

If that don't float ya boat, then drink a bottle of rum.

Next patient, please... Now dat's wot i'm talkin' bout!! Blaze it up y0!!!

Oh dear, what have I gotten myself into?

"Fvck fvck fvck, mother mother fvck, mother mother fvck fvck, mother fvck, mother fvck, noinch noinch noinch, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4, noinch noinch noinch, smokin weed, smokin weed, doin coke, drinkin beer, drinking beer, beer, beer. rolling fatties, smoking blunts, who smokes the blunt? we smoke the blunt, rollin blunts and smoking weed...15 bucks little man, put that shit in my hand, if that money doesn't show then you'll owe me, owe me, owe."

That's not good... really

Stupid potty-mouth...

*agrees*

Swell

Rise and fall, drift my way,
Hope and flow, contour thee may,
Greeted by blowing, scented-land breath,
Met with unknowing, contested no less.

Caught inside, thundering force,
Bruised begotten, land all Morse,
Come, my home! Return, my friend!
As be stranded, no help; must mend.

As the rumble, dark, pass over,
As the sun breaks, clouds revolver,
As my head returns to air,
As my wave shakes her hair.

In the back of fleeting beauty,
Becomes the lesson, not new-to-me,
Again, will be swallowed, forgotten, then bled,
Again, will be enveloped, astonished, then shed.

Then in this all, this total, this one,
Becoming unity, enjoying fun,
It is the way, the only life,
Washing the stress, ceasing the strife.

The modern World may take my time,
But in my waterlife my mind is mine,
And this truth, instant awake,
Lies my soul always in daybreak.

That's beautiful, but I'm having real problems grasping the concept

Oh, well...You should try harder...

That was just rude... considering your ability to write such scintillating words you really don't have great social skills.

F.uck reading any more of your poetry Krunk. It takes a lot to offend me and you just did an magnificent job. Yay you.

It obviously doesn't take a lot to offend you, if you found that offensive. If you were trying to 'find the concept' in the first place, then what is wrong in telling you to try harder?

If I intended the poem to be overt, I would have typed it so; why should you be handed the message on a plate?

As for my social skills...get over yourself.

jerry






















*aheam*

Originally posted by Syren
That was just rude... considering your ability to write such scintillating words you really don't have great social skills.

F.uck reading any more of your poetry Krunk. It takes a lot to offend me and you just did an magnificent job. Yay you.

Well, I slept with your mum's sister's dog's puppies as your daddy rode your pet goat to the tune of 'She'll Be Comin' Round The Mountain'. Then, I shat a sheet on your car and ploughed a tractor through your bungalow.

HAHAHAHAHA!

''I ploughed a tractor through your bungalow.''

Oh man....funny.

Originally posted by lil bitchiness
HAHAHAHAHA!

''I ploughed a tractor through your bungalow.''

Oh man....funny. Littel did we know our house poet was such a talented comedian. Wonders never cease, so it would seem, eh?

Originally posted by lil bitchiness
jerry
*aheam*

Milla, as flattered as I am that you would deign to take a ringside seat in this arena, surely the poetry forum is not exempt from your modship? Usually, in other such affairs, you are the first to lay the smackdown tongue12

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
It obviously doesn't take a lot to offend you, if you found that offensive. If you were trying to 'find the concept' in the first place, then what is wrong in telling you to try harder?

If I intended the poem to be overt, I would have typed it so; why should you be handed the message on a plate?

As for my social skills...get over yourself.

Nothing wrong in telling me to try harder, but I think I made it clear that I was having trouble with the piece... usually I would analyse a poem I particularly liked and offer suggestions for improvement, but I felt it would be rude of me to do so if I didn't grasp the overall concept in the first place.

And your social skills do leave a lot to be desired, you cannot deny that. In fact, you make it quite clear with every opportunity you have that you like to be considered obnoxious, intimidating and unapproachable.

All I requested was a brief description of your intent with regard to the poem and you couldn't provide... that's by no means my problem.

I don't remember ever having explicitly told you what a poem is about before, so it is strange that you have attempted to castigate me for refusing to do so this time.

Please don't preach to me about social skills as I really don't care how I am perceived. Indeed, it would seem that it is your errant social skills that have been highlighted here, as you took an innocuous comment and turned it into a chance to 'attack' me. Most of my conversations with you have be light-hearted, but recently you have called me an 'imbecile' - thank you - and now this.

It seems fitting, in a poetry forum, that we should leave it to Oscar Wilde to offer a conclusive observation of the preceding events...

"A man who moralizes is usually a hypocrite, and a woman who moralizes is invariably plain"

...It's just a shame he got his genders mixed-up in this case.

Oh, I nearly forgot...

It's about surfing!

Originally posted by Syren
Milla, as flattered as I am that you would deign to take a ringside seat in this arena, surely the poetry forum is not exempt from your modship? Usually, in other such affairs, you are the first to lay the smackdown tongue12

I know, but you lot are amusing beyond any explanation.

*mod hat on*

Please no bickering. Thanks.

*mod hat off*

There.

I'm touched

Krunk, I apologise for calling you an imbecile... it was unfair of me. I should have thunk up some other amusing, less insulting word. I shall endeavour to satisfy next time.

I couldn't really care less what you call me; it's the fact that you are a stinking hypocrite that I find offensive.

A stinking hypocrite... validate that.

Hmm, let's see...Hmmm...Oh! Here we go:

- You admonish me for a lack of manners - whilst calling me nasty, nasty doo-doo names.

Don't preach if you're not a holy shit yourself. It's most unbecoming.

Less chat more poemz.

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
Hmm, let's see...Hmmm...Oh! Here we go:

- You admonish me for a lack of manners - whilst calling me nasty, nasty doo-doo names.

Don't preach if you're not a holy shit yourself. It's most unbecoming.

I never called you 'doo doo names' cry

And I am holier than thou bluequeen

*notices Lil B*



Yeah, more poetry!

You started it...Nuh-nuh-ne-nuh-nuh...

I started it, yes

Now, finish meh

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I swear, you two act like a married couple of many years!!! Don't know whether to feel elated or remorse!

Eeee-eeee-eeeeeeeeeeeeee-eeeee-eeeeeeeeeeeeee-e...and I'm finished.

The Natural Four

Blow with me, Dr. Wind...
As you medicate from the back.

Share the shine, Ra The Sun...
Your wealth is forever golden.

Hit me heavy, Reverend Rain...
As life acts like water.

Shield my eyes, Cloud The Guard...
My brow is all wet-beaten.

Merge your talents, The Elemental Four...
And lives are left less-broken.

But...

Even by your murder, You bring us more,
So, the circle revolves in motion-motion...

Fabulous, just fabulous darling!

I like the lack of depression and morbidness in your poems.

Thanks.

Although terrible tragedies can occur and there are millions of people suffering from poverty, I feel that life is essentially good, so people should celebrate it.

Star City

Star City, the lights so bright,
The Pollution has covered what remained of natural light,
Star City, the lights so bright,
Electricity flowing giving planes the twinkling sight,
Star City, the lights so bright,
Not a lost soul unguided by the wattage height,
Star City, the lights so bright,
This nursery is finished and if this continues, then so we might...

dude! cry i'd hate to be the first to hand out empty platitudes, so i'll just say it like how we boiz say it here...dat bettah dan poi-poi, yah...shakah brah'!!!

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
The Natural Four

Blow with me, Dr. Wind...
As you medicate from the back.

Share the shine, Ra The Sun...
Your wealth is forever golden.

Hit me heavy, Reverend Rain...
As life acts like water.

Shield my eyes, Cloud The Guard...
My brow is all wet-beaten.

Merge your talents, The Elemental Four...
And lives are left less-broken.

But...

Even by your murder, You bring us more,
So, the circle revolves in motion-motion...

This is wonderful, Krunk... I especially like the way you've jumped from one element to the next, providing only one reference to each. It's strong, although short. And also, the fact that you've combined gratitude with regret makes the piece ever more powerful.

Ya Thanx ya people!

I thought up Star City as I paced around the roof of my apartment building, after my g-friend had a 'turn'...It brought a stillness to my mind.

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
Ya Thanx ya people!

I thought up Star City as I paced around the roof of my apartment building, after my g-friend had a 'turn'...It brought a stillness to my mind. So I guess even the mighty Ya Krunk'd is human afterall...and to be human is to feel and to feel is to wax poetic?

Please, sum mo-ah dem dat stooff...and who knows, maybe the tables will turn and I shall suppose a prose unlike me but like you, and you unlike you but like me, y'see? NEXT!!!

I'm not human, but I do feel, fo' real. Wurd.

I do lick summa yo' stuff, dough.

This is a load of junk...

My boll

Ocks are sweat and my Rich
Ard is hard, all a result of wanting to cop
Off hard, slow, quick, but firm
Sticking my wick in your r
Ear sweet nothings through as I lift your skirt and see your
Tu-tus are for the Ballerina-kind, who can bend - heart, body and
Mind the gap as you step-off, horizontal
Limbo, what I really want is to f
Uck a Bimbo - blonde and shrill, happy to suck Co.
Ck-a-doodle-doo me one more time as I get bored so quickly of playing
With mine, so bend
Over my dear, do you like my doggy
Style is purchased from the streets take
It home and give her a bone, she likes it
Hard.

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
This is a load of junk...

My boll

Ocks are sweat and my Rich
Ard is hard, all a result of wanting to cop
Off hard, slow, quick, but firm
Sticking my wick in your r
Ear sweet nothings through as I lift your skirt and see your
Tu-tus are for the Ballerina-kind, who can bend - heart, body and
Mind the gap as you step-off, horizontal
Limbo, what I really want is to f
Uck a Bimbo - blonde and shrill, happy to suck Co.
Ck-a-doodle-doo me one more time as I get bored so quickly of playing
With mine, so bend
Over my dear, do you like my doggy
Style is purchased from the streets take
It home and give her a bone, she likes it
Hard.

That's f.ucking fantastic. Jeez...

I'm not preaching - but I am - but I'm not - but I am - but i'm not - but people should care less about being oh-so 'profound' and just experiment and have some fun with their poetry...

How many different ways can you say 'I'm so depressed'?

For The Appraisal

Oh, so yep...Hmmm, there it is. OK! One day as I began my birth I had a positive reflection on days gone by. Sure, it could be misconstrued by the doubting, but I really began my life seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries - that's it for now - before I popped...Let me stop you....there. Mmm, that's better. Before we begin our journey we must mark out the signs that guided us to where we are. So, begins the path of pleasure.

1) Rid Thee Of Thy Shame

Oh-boy! This is a difficult one, but it's imperative for your progress. Get use to not admiring/despising your own reflection. Have a glance, by all means...Consider your faults, if you must...But then...LET THAT SHIT GO! What is the point in considering yourself in the instanteous moment of your life? You're not in a movie. You're not a picture postcard on your perfect wall. You're just you as you live and breathe! There is no library of past poses and nonsense said. Just forget it and breathe. Look. Listen. Laugh. Last, I think you've got pimples.

2) Real-Time Courtesy

Shit, if we all just helped someone in need, then there would be no people in need. It's that simple. Don't wait for someone else to do it. YOU DO IT! Think this way and even cloudy days where you feel you can only see two-steps infront of you will feel less claustrophobic.

3) Simple, Natural Beauty

If you live in a city, look up. If you live on the coast, look far. If you live on a mountain, look down. If you live on the flats, consider the expanse. Everyone covered? Good. Let's move on...

4) You Know That Funny Thing You Said?

Say it again. Then, when everyone is bored of you saying it, say it with a different tone of voice. Mock yourself and the world will follow you. Stand proud and dull, then the living world sucks your soul as you are devoid of light. Not all light is electric or natural, dontchaknow...

5) Positive Reactions Lead To Refractions

What was that I said about shame? Yeah, ya dig? Down-down-down and out. Up-up-up and about. Ya hearin' me?

Is all for now. More shall follow. Add your own, if ya down wid tha flava I'm seasoning...

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
For The Appraisal

Oh, so yep...Hmmm, there it is. OK! One day as I began my birth I had a positive reflection on days gone by. Sure, it could be misconstrued by the doubting, but I really began my life seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries - that's it for now - before I popped...Let me stop you....there. Mmm, that's better. Before we begin our journey we must mark out the signs that guided us to where we are. So, begins the path of pleasure.

1) Rid Thee Of Thy Shame

Oh-boy! This is a difficult one, but it's imperative for your progress. Get use to not admiring/despising your own reflection. Have a glance, by all means...Consider your faults, if you must...But then...LET THAT SHIT GO! What is the point in considering yourself in the instanteous moment of your life? You're not in a movie. You're not a picture postcard on your perfect wall. You're just you as you live and breathe! There is no library of past poses and nonsense said. Just forget it and breathe. Look. Listen. Laugh. Last, I think you've got pimples.

2) Real-Time Courtesy

Shit, if we all just helped someone in need, then there would be no people in need. It's that simple. Don't wait for someone else to do it. YOU DO IT! Think this way and even cloudy days where you feel you can only see two-steps infront of you will feel less claustrophobic.

3) Simple, Natural Beauty

If you live in a city, look up. If you live on the coast, look far. If you live on a mountain, look down. If you live on the flats, consider the expanse. Everyone covered? Good. Let's move on...

4) You Know That Funny Thing You Said?

Say it again. Then, when everyone is bored of you saying it, say it with a different tone of voice. Mock yourself and the world will follow you. Stand proud and dull, then the living world sucks your soul as you are devoid of light. Not all light is electric or natural, dontchaknow...

5) Positive Reactions Lead To Refractions

What was that I said about shame? Yeah, ya dig? Down-down-down and out. Up-up-up and about. Ya hearin' me?

Is all for now. More shall follow. Add your own, if ya down wid tha flava I'm seasoning... And so spoke He, that Was, and Is....Mr. E. Negma! Like soyu on sticky rice! Y'gotta luv it!!

Ya Krunk'd...I can dig it maaan!

I'm diggin' that flava

Fan-Q, people.

I'm currently on a hiatus from thinking too much as I just broke-up wid ma g-friend. Could nae take the pressure no mo', ya dig? High-maintenance girls need to chill da chook out.

thats right, i have a shovel too.

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
Fan-Q, people.

I'm currently on a hiatus from thinking too much as I just broke-up wid ma g-friend. Could nae take the pressure no mo', ya dig? High-maintenance girls need to chill da chook out. women can be so woman-like. "sigh" i can only wish to one day live in the shadow of a woman who wants to rule my life with an iron fist and maybe a whip and brass-knuckles.

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
Fan-Q, people.

I'm currently on a hiatus from thinking too much as I just broke-up wid ma g-friend. Could nae take the pressure no mo', ya dig? High-maintenance girls need to chill da chook out. Well that sucks like a $5 thai hooker dat wanna suck-suck the man-pop!!!! But life goes on, and on, and on...then just when you think you've had enough, BAM!!! The prophylactic breaks. What do you do??Originally posted by justjakk
women can be so woman-like. "sigh" i can only wish to one day live in the shadow of a woman who wants to rule my life with an iron fist and maybe a whip and brass-knuckles. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! You'll rue the day when you remember saying that my oh-so-naive boy child!

Originally posted by NunYahBidness
Well that sucks like a $5 thai hooker dat wanna suck-suck the man-pop!!!! But life goes on, and on, and on...then just when you think you've had enough, BAM!!! The prophylactic breaks. What do you do??

Repudiate, procrastinate, refuse to co-habitate, then have some fun with a monosyllabic, pneumatic bimbo who was been plastinate...ted?

Nearly...

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
Fan-Q, people.

I'm currently on a hiatus from thinking too much as I just broke-up wid ma g-friend. Could nae take the pressure no mo', ya dig? High-maintenance girls need to chill da chook out. Oh man, dude!!! I feel yah...just don't go playing silly silly sad songs, and the world will be awright.

I'm not down like that, yo. It's kinda like a relief more than anything...I put up with her demands for too long, my friend...too long. Now, the world is my oyster and I've got a healthy choice between a couple of Saffa beauties and some Taiwanese tofu...Ahhhh, choices, choices...