Ya Krunk'd Floo's Dazzlingly Delicious Discursives...

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

U rang, me tang?

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

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Dagger'd knife dealt, all cards withdrawn.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.

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.

droolio

All this talk makes me hungry...

Originally posted by Syren
droolio

All this talk makes me hungry...