A silverfish crawled on the wall
I flicked at the thing, but it did not fall
So instead of soaring high up in the air
A smeared bloody gooey blob remained there
I sighed at my erroneous misbegotten action
Knowing I’ve committed some sort of infraction
To all forms of insect type life
As I took some TP, to erase the sight.
Hey! Hi! Dwelleth I
This place named: forever sigh
Let loose upon my sated girth
Of noble son, nobility birth
No to woe! Forever low, I go to show
To somewhere snow
Say what? Say what? Said the mocking bird I heard
A prisoner, a slave, a gaoler, the master, whence the laird?
Mistaken for lightness, my brightness dimmed
A cup of java, please to the brim
Hey! Hi! Dwelleth I
This place named: forever sigh
ok...my attempts at emotive poetry with regards to everyone else's...
is that even a word? "emotive poetry"?
Upon Heaven’s summit…there you dwell
Golden Lady…and I in Hell
A journey’s end, a desperate affair
So dream I…of earthen coloured hair
Laborious waking the days I’ve spent
On leadened feet, my shoulders bent
Had I the courage to follow death
Yet, the hand stays on abated breath
So, seek I counsel ‘pon the oracle’s path
And suffer nigh, the jealous god’s wrath
To deny me thus the hand of thee
I ask but one course, a course I seek
To hear thee say on softly winded voice
That fate has deemed, ‘twas not thy choice
Softly I touch your cheeks
As I search your eyes
for what lies…beneath
And my dreams
are not what it seems…that’s how I love you
Can two lives be all as they say
this day…as one
When I’ve said all that I can
Like a dream in the afternoon
When I sit in my living room
Having never had your hand
To walk away a broken man
I’ve had enough of pretending
This heart of mine needs mending
So fly away, away from here
Like a star, so far so near
Now I know what needs to be done
For one like me
To have to see…the truth
What can I
If to try and give…that’s how I love you
Can two lives be all as they say
This day…as one
When I’ve said all that I can
Below me it stands
It’s maw wide for the taking
I spew copious amounts of bile, from last nights
Merry making.
I wipe. I clean. I gag for the moment
The drink. It was the drink that caused my torment
Yet to women, wine, and stale cigarettes
Loud music blaring, dimly lighted rooms, her name was
Annette?
But in my arms, not the bodacious bod of a female goddess
No, tis the ceramic, cold bowl of the toilet I must profess
so uh....are you applauding because it's the last one or what?
An ode
That bodes so well to tell
The golden little bell
It tinkles the wrinkles billy bob finkle
My prose, so prosaic, a mosaic of verbal excuses
But that ode that bodes a little or none of my muses
Did I dedicate when to hesitate the hizzle fo’ nizzle
Give it a liddle back to my ma
As I get in my cah
Boomin’ and bumpin’ check out da bootilicious
But I digress to straighten my mind
Penning my thoughts is one of a kind
Hold up waitaminute, come on say it…
Put a lil base innit
So back to what I know so well to tell
The golden little bell
As it tinkle the wrinkle billy bob finkle.
"Nonsense is the only form of sense that makes sense in this nonsensical world", said the honest fool. I like this one too...almost Poe-esque! Personally, I think these more recent ones are far better than your previous efforts. Keep it up!
__________________ Come, my child...Your life begins here...
i don't know what i was thinking when i did this - but obviously this one has no rhyme or reason: this is what happens when boredom hits you
A vision so visionary as to seem so visceral
Her locks a light looming longing to be literal
The curvature of her curves carves a curvaceous course
O’ but for the buttocks which buttresses the borsch
For her hand can handle this handsome man handily
Her breasts abreast beyond the breadth quite readily
Nay I say this day of dismay as I say with pride
The groom is doomed so soon but for the bride
I attain the pain of my shame with vainglorious wonder
For the beauty with booty so moody has shorn me asunder
What price? What price? For the vice of her flesh
Groping, reaching, pleading I fall through the mesh
A vision so visionary as to seem so visceral?
KMC Community Forums
May 30th, 2005 04:24 AM
is that even a word? "emotive poetry"?
So keep on doing your thing 
ANGEL ~*~
