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Just to relive this thread.

I'm not sure if any previous works had been posted already. I apologize for any repetitions.

<b>Excuse Me</b>

Say
member is applicable
as sorrow’s analgesic;
and publicity wrapping
freedom’s hand.

Nights
where silence reverberates;
drawing pillows out from ash
pavements beside another
stranger’s saline.

Father, make him a trap.
 
A poetic pair-up.

Odds to him. Evens to me.

1. Morning of the fifth and trees
sunk ground and sky

and I did weep that day,
though it’s rather bothersome as to why.

2. Morning of the sixth,

clay and cement argued over smothering
soil. Devour
the saline and leave yours in return.
Be it not
from grey pupils nor fried ash glands,
love your crotch.

3. And the seventh
bottle of rum to parch

empty, Mum, as ye womb
yonder hindrance, doth remove

all days of silt and hell
–my dick squanders milk

whilst the mornings collapse still
and wonder why they’ve little but shells.

4. Care not the eighth,
remember not the ninth.
Clock makes day, and sperm
holds no authority to count time.

‘Twas dairy on window
lights to soak dust and sand.
Pinks feed and wear her elements
–cun cunt cunts cuntse cuntses. Inhale.

5. One one
two-three four-lovers boundless

though ovaries bind
though ovaries blind
though mammaries spurt

rather unfair alkaline,
the end of day’s Nigh-
thing, truly

specially, for you Ah-simply
is just some godless tithes.

6. Thread.
Take needle and
stitch. a cross

–No!
Uncross it with
scissors. Flame.

Circles have no
meeting ends.
 
Once Ago, None In the End

I see rock chasing money prostitutes, cruelly hounding, cruelly conditioning
Them, yelping bitches tickled by the meager sparkle mounted by their honeys on their skinny fiddlers
Noses thrown high, sneer casting their eyes, screwing their heads in gluttonous disappointment
The glittering greed humping their eyes, howling their misled fortunes to the diamond chiseled skies
While the poor boys drudge their knees and calloused hands through a gold world
That teaches their wenches the value of love comes from the magnitude of a ruby, an emerald, a sapphire
They cry
The skimpy stones bewail only a glimpse of heaven and the giver's heart
And they peer their peers with jealous eyes, whose blinkers offer a life in Shangri-La
Gaudy broads riding the jeweled life, puffing and huffing about their handsome existence
Unknowing of the deadly squandering of their lives till a sickly, ill time on earth
A cancer spreading proudly itself to death a hollow anger angry at the only thing that cannot satisfy
Conditions set upon the lifetime vows they make, that turn around empty as the golden halos peel off into steel
Hideous monsters emerge from the darkened blinds of a foolish agreement the holy union made
An agreement thickened by the disgusting crown of royalty they see and want and eventually hold
Only to find the questions to life unspared, that leave them scouring the devil nights of pounding ecstasy
And now the crunch begins
They spill the streets for rushes and highs, and return the living room with smeared disguise
Shaking their junked up heads as they call it a day, a day they found the transient answers that show more than what their rubies could
That shine and howl the eternal vows, till death do they part, with their wills close to their hearts
And they, who yearn for the charmers all yellow and cold, with stiffened hearts studded with trinkets galore
Without anymore of the flooding bloody rage unstopping and floating up on rooftops stinging the wind with their sorrows
Madness eats them up
Banging their punches on the top of their heads in a whirl and their face holes tearing the skies with cries
Harping the indifference stuffing their pores, and fury burnt upon their throbbing brains
Bursting hyaenas, crumpled faces of frustration erupt the flawless night serving their trumpets of sins to the world
And all at once is finally washed out and immaculately poised to face the plunging thump to the screaming streets
The worldly eyes zombied and grey and tired, now feasting the cradling howling gust
Stare in ready deafness, hogging the affection of the wind and savouring it for the last time
Stare in lonely stone blindness from the heightened diving board honoured of a first jump
The race is on and the chill digs in, whacks through the nostrils and pulls out a first retarded frightened sigh
The body seeps the earth with a crunching metamorphose blow, digesting yet another unquenched stone chaser
 
lol geetar_dog! That is such a looooonnnggg poem, i thought you writing story. I prefer mine, short and sweet

Your mother so fat
She sat on your lap
Your lap goes flat
Your mother so fat

Your mother so fat
and so is your dad
They both are fat
Just like my cat
 
Own lyrics!

so i saw this post and it looked interesting. & guess what? it is...

Broken hearts, we are falling apart
Those misses and imaginations starts to embrace
Those memories that sticks in our heads
They are fading and tearing off
And there’s nothing we can do
Start remembering the days
Start reminiscing the times, worth while doing

Let’s cross out the letters
Just to fill in the blanks
In order to get them answered
And you got your own way out
I will be dying here
Because I am left out here

Missing pieces of our puzzles
I just can’t find out what’s there to search for

Remembering the days of our own
I keep thinking that these days are repeating
Like there are no other ways
I need something to believe in
I need something to believe in

Believe me there’s nothing else to hold on to
And through the hard times
The repetitions in this life
:mrgreen:
 
The Apple

hahah oahnuj, that is a funny poem. ok I go with one more long one.

The Apple

With all its might and flurry flushes
Furied madness in its cheeks
Pumped to its full ripeness
In tight muscular delight
And squeaky smoothness riding on plump

A scream of hairlessness in a red lump
On my palm
An ego’s egg
Or a bald bosom (Of course it’s bald)
It feels nice… the apple
In its own waxy ozone
Smartly neatened out
Unlike chalkboard smooth
But smooth like the dragged out note of a harmonica tune
And a nipple of twig
Perfectly erect and dry

An evil thwack like sexy heels
On chunks of legs
Against wet concrete on a quiet sleepy night
Bounces of empty
And clucks on your fingertips
Straining out, almost to burst
A muffled punch on frozen meat
Bland but bright and fat
That’s the apple ring
A slap, a flap
A muted snap
But that’s not all
The chorus gets louder
Your teethy whites come down
And the clash of dampened cymbals
And the scratching of a breaking bough so crisp
It cleans your attention into oblivion

In rainbows and fires of good and bad
Where sleep lost angels dwell and gather
Shrouding sweetness onto perfection
And reaching deep to its seeds
From which all genesis of appleness grow
An armour, a malic condom
Budding on pink buds on your tongue
Sometimes squinty-eyed
Sometimes wide-eyed salivation
Bountiful and rich
A barrel of scurvy fighters
And a deluge of lust pouring in
A practise pad of sorts
To use your tongue on the most saccharine flesh
Bound by purity
Bound by the tempest
A bait so sweet it opened our eyes
The moment of shame when wisdom came
Listening to the slither
Of a hiding laughter
And it’s sunshine brightness
A wafer of heart thumping poetry
That stands in the shape of a zesty state

Grand with spits of mirth worth smiles
Crazy days that keep you alive
With leaps in heightened excitement
Meadows of freshness under your skin
Almost the substance of daintiness in sleep
A sleepy-eyed lover, bowing over
To bury his nose in the nape of his stranger’s neck
The fragrance, a secret blowing fast
Ploughing in with careful fingers scraping
To grasp a deep breath of its yellow musk
To forget the bitter taste of yesterday
For a moment
And it loses its smell
Deep within, saved
Leaving only the beginning of a rotting start
Racing itself to a brown death
And while you smile
To the blooming smell of apple loins
Mindful with squandering thoughts
Of earthly simplicity
The ethereal winds gather height
With languor strapped to their skirted backs
Spread upon the lands
Seeding smells, seeding smiles
Under the same old sun
Nodding its ancient head
Everything in the skin of the earth
Will then beam in its greatness
And lay down till the next sunrise
 
Built From 10

Here's a a short one:

Built from 10
Gone a long way
Chemistry tunes with bursts of gold
Sleeping and it's been untouched forever
Riding on waves of excited nostalgy
Used to be great
 
Su, my love , she gave me a really nice guitar .
Its really nice , but being Indian I would have preferred a sitar
It's not as easy as it looks, to do both - to strum and sing
And it didn't help when my mom looked at me playing and cringed
So i told my mom:

Chorus :
This is my first song, this is my first song, give me a break - either **** off or sing along

You keep telling me I have no talent
That I will probably die alone.
I never understood why you hated me so much
When I am your very own flesh and bone?

So my mom started crying and ran out of the room.
But before i knew it she was back with a broom
So i said - mom why do you have a broom in your hand
I was kidding you old hag, jesus chill for a bit - can?

Repeat Chorus

Mom don't you know I love you
Even though I was always at the back of your priority queue
All my mommy issues , where do you think it came from?
Will you be happier if I was gone?

Repeat Chorus
 
Thanks for this awesome thread.. I enjoy fine poetry, Jack Gilbert, Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen's a personal hero

Puppet Master

puppet master seize the chance
puppet doll is unaware
puppet master comes out with colours and lighting
puppet doll is seduced
soon master is laughing
all the way to the bank
sometimes i halt to think
is doll as naive as paper
or master over-controlled by control
arent we the same​
 
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Afterlife

I stood by my decision
oneday I swear I will swing by your hut
and touch your skin again
wrinkled they may be
sorry to announce
every folks reading
my decision is final

They say we must let go
but I am not ready to let go of you
you will just be an eternal
source of my survival
if you are gone as the wind
I will catch the wind
just to kiss you​
 
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