Ou Be Low hoo's Astounding Works Of Staggering Genius...

The Evening Floats On Beer Time

Oh! You amber! You Gold! So Bright!
Be my partner through the night!
When the world is drawn to close...
Help me undress, take off my clothes!
When the Sun begins to stand,
Masquearade before me, hold my hand!
At that time, when duty calls,
Leave a note at my door,
When the work is finished, done,
Then the you-and-I fun shall have begun!
In our bonding; celebrate!
Leave your worries, cease your hate!
Discuss not more, but less and then...
Raise the glass and remember - AGAIN! AGAIN!

WOW! Your are SO GOoD... 😉

or should I say "hey! it's awesome"... 😂

Thanks...I know.

The Top Of The World

The Top Of The World; From my perch to you,
Seeing what I see, you just never knew...
Your ability being infintesimal...
Subtract me and you're left with decimals.
Insignificant amount, cast your thoughts, your brain's a drought.
Needing water - The blood of life...
Wanting, wishing, causing me strife?
Forget your feelings of insignificancy,
Flee from your worries, don't flee from me.
I'm here to help your little mind,
Beginning small, one day replacing mine?
If in doubt, ask again, repeat.
My knowledge is my gift to you, my treat...
Devour it, drink it, savour my soul,
If not...One day you'll be thinking, why weren't you so bold?
Old, cold, no love, no life...
Commiserating your misery with my thoughts of flight,
Intoxicated by the gist of my rambling lore,
Check once, twice, three times, four...
The doubt is cast, the shadow is met,
Every morning I rise, to show you? Not yet.

Pff...More genius...

Resting on Moon Time

Resting on Moon Time, dipping my blade,
Cutting your thoughts with soft, soft clay.
Malleable life! Oh wondrous joy!
Who bestows on you the gift to employ?

Reject the abscess growing here and there,
Defeat the soldier, the lion, in it's lair,
Ride for the truth, swim from the decoy,
Never attempting to bless, convert, totally destroy.

Let wisdom guide you, but heart lead the way,
Fighting the demons, erasing decay.
When in doubt, not knowing how,
Spare justice your truth and show me now.

Among the fools and those who pollute,
Never pander to the pauperized, be resolute!
Stand solid for beauty, love and land,
Take not with, but give with your hand.

And in the midst of your lovely, lie...
Gaze upon youth and listen, heroic lullaby,
For there once was a man of truth who decried:
"Whatever I say, shall hold no unopened 'why'!"

"Resting on Moon Time, dipping my blade,
Cutting your thoughts with soft, soft clay.
Malleable life, oh wondrous joy!
Who bestows on you the gift to employ?"

Sometimes I think I'm almost too good...Talent; a curse and a blessing...

And So It Pours...

And so it pours, and so it flows,
Breaking the clouds, to the grounds below...
From mountains to accumulate,
Rushing, tripping, trying to incapsulate
Finding absolution in it's brethren,
Washing out, cleansing, rejoicing when
Beginning afresh, starting anew,
Feeding the thirsty, quenching the few
Desiring the life, birth, it gives to you,
Little heart! It rushes through.

Jock Nix Tumble Licks

Jock Nix Tumble Licks,
Green Flynn Moro Stim,
Apple Only Hello Sun,
By The Clock Five Force Done.

Don't Demand Too Much

Slip through her,
Dive into you,
In the crystal clarity of what she never knew.

Unable to forsake,
Resisting the decoy,
Hold out your eyes to the river of your lies.

Disgusted by triviality,
A slave to it too,
Foaming forth and rambling about the letter of 'U'.

Troubled by your misfit,
Exasperated by a lack of grace,
Could you give/break/show me a little needed space?

In the middle of the jungle,
Ramble short and true,
Walking around in circles, destined to remain. And you?

Originally posted by Ou Be Low hoo
[B]Don't Demand Too Much

Slip through her,
Dive into you,
In the crystal clarity of what she never knew.

Unable to forsake,
Resisting the decoy,
Hold out your eyes to the river of your lies.

Disgusted by triviality,
A slave to it too,
Foaming forth and rambling about the letter of 'U'.

Troubled by your misfit,
Exasperated by a lack of grace,
Could you give/break/show me a little needed space?

In the middle of the jungle,
Ramble short and true,
Walking around in circles, destined to remain. And you? [/B]

Originally posted by Ou Be Low hoo
How about [B]giving us all a break? Reading that ^ was like ingesting cardboard dipped in glue and sprinkled with tissue paper. Please try to be a little more original next time...Thanks. [/B]

I think this is all the response I need 😎

Originally posted by PrinceofBlades
I think this is all the response I need 😎

Your sarcasm is not of this world. Thank you. I'm glad you liked it.

Originally posted by Ou Be Low hoo
[B]The Top Of The World

The Top Of The World; From my perch to you,
Seeing what I see, you just never knew...
Your ability being infintesimal...
Subtract me and you're left with decimals.
Insignificant amount, cast your thoughts, your brain's a drought.
Needing water - The blood of life...
Wanting, wishing, causing me strife?
Forget your feelings of insignificancy,
Flee from your worries, don't flee from me.
I'm here to help your little mind,
Beginning small, one day replacing mine?
If in doubt, ask again, repeat.
My knowledge is my gift to you, my treat...
Devour it, drink it, savour my soul,
If not...One day you'll be thinking, why weren't you so bold?
Old, cold, no love, no life...
Commiserating your misery with my thoughts of flight,
Intoxicated by the gist of my rambling lore,
Check once, twice, three times, four...
The doubt is cast, the shadow is met,
Every morning I rise, to show you? Not yet. [/B]

I enjoyed this one, its really greatly written.

Originally posted by Ou Be Low hoo
Your sarcasm is not of this world. Thank you. I'm glad you liked it.

You are no stranger to is either... unless you are confused. In which such a petite pathetic mind such as yourself would seem to get very often. It can explain the poorness and the atrocity of your poems...

Originally posted by PrinceofBlades
You are no stranger to is either... unless you are confused. In which such a petite pathetic mind such as yourself would seem to get very often. It can explain the poorness and the atrocity of your poems...

I'd love it if one day one of your teenage rebuttals actually made sense and had a linguistic content above that of a 12 year-old stuck in 'special' class... Then, I'd have something to play with...

charmedFairy, thank you for your comment. I feel like I could attribute it to all of my poems...They're great.

OBLH stop already, please.

Originally posted by Coldfire
OBLH stop already, please.

How can I 'stop already' if I've already stopped? Please?

Originally posted by Ou Be Low hoo
I'd love it if one day one of your teenage rebuttals actually made sense and had a linguistic content above that of a 12 year-old stuck in 'special' class... Then, I'd have something to play with...

You call that stopping???

Originally posted by Coldfire
You call that stopping???

I call the final period at the end, 'stopped'. 'Stopping' cannot be used as a continous verb-tense. You either 'stop' or you have not. There is no 'stopping'.

Originally posted by Ou Be Low hoo
I call the final period at the end, 'stopped'. 'Stopping' cannot be used as a continous verb-tense. You either 'stop' or you have not. There is no 'stopping'.

Ok ok ok fine! It has stopped. Now please keep it that way.

Originally posted by Ou Be Low hoo
I'd love it if one day one of your teenage rebuttals actually made sense and had a linguistic content above that of a 12 year-old stuck in 'special' class... Then, I'd have something to play with...

charmedFairy, thank you for your comment. I feel like I could attribute it to all of my poems...They're great.

Please, only ignorant blind imps with absolutly no basis for the human THOUGHT let alone language would consider your poems anything higher than waste. Infact waste is a stretch, but becuase I can think of nothing better you got lucky. And trust me, special class would be considered an advance placement class considering where you are.