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You lay in the surf waiting for me
Although Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr we could not be.
Trying at love with the incoming tide
Kelp and seaweed stuck to my side.
"Great gods", thought I, as I wrote the rhyme
Use "Adonis" and "Poseidon" from another time.
I'll let love be the center of the poem I write
And show all who read it, my emotional insight.
The pounding of the waters blue
Will be my metaphor of a love so true.
And I'll have to sex it up a bit
For passion plays a big part in it.
I will use "penetration" and words like "breech"
To add to that image of us on the beach.
With the romantic beginning I have said
And to the altar of love that I've been led.
Because I finish with our pledge on the shore
The reader will always want to have more.
So, the green eyed girls will be my poetic night
And close the verse, so crisp and tight.
Note: It took sum lookin' fer me to find,
Which of yer verses to redo in kind.
I be such a nut on rime y'see...
This'n be the one fer me.
Not only be the words of it I do,
But "Glad Tidings" title caught me good eye, too!
'Cause it be 'ard fer me to act on yer quirk,
Me spleen to trash one o' yer better werks.
As I be not 'fraid of a few typed words,
Trashin' me stuff as if'n they be turds.
So, 'ere y'ar matey, me own attempt whilst I be sprawl,
To change them words that ye did scrawl.
Me words 're somwhat boggin'
'Cause me be thinkin' what was in 'er noggin'.
And if'n ye take offense at me 'ritin' a bit,
"RRRRRRRRRRR emember that ye asked fer it!
Heroshima
Can ewe balance out those two final hits against the lives saved those that would have
continued WAR on Asian Soil those days of hell of hurting men caught by bullits and the
bayonets? Can just two bombs blasting death be counted as salvation won for all those
young boys girls old men women who died instantly in two Atomic Blasts over those two
cities of Japan. Nagasaki Heroshima eye have seen the END of time the BOOKS of GOD are
open when the Dead Arrive. Arise all sleepers in those Graves can GOD usher in those
SOULS into new places now to stay is there a place for JAPAN in Jesus Heaven? For those of
us who sinned and suffered radiation burns lost our skins and mortal coils gone some died
just screaming out in pain all normal living gone perhaps no time to say your HOLY NAMME
of Jesus. Can they live there inside your heaven is it still possible that you forgive them for
once upon the time it came to me today that a Just and Perfect GOD adjudges perfectly
those in suffering words can not describe no time to utter words of salve; but deeds looked
at made right by YOU salvation won given now to all. Eventide has come today to those
whom tomb decay whom die threw no fault of there own. Just hit twice dumped down on
Killed with anguish very slow. A special place in heaven for all those special people of Japan.
Hello carpet my old friend
She knocked me down on you again
Because in the house I was softly creeping
I woke her up while she was sleeping
And the splinters that were planted in my brain
Still remain
Within the sounds of violence
In restless dreams she was alone
My drinking she would not condone
‘Neath the stairway she knocked me flat
Busted my head with a baseball bat
When my eyes went dark and my hearing became dull
She split my skull
And touched the sounds of violence
And with my bleeding head I saw
What was meant by shock and awe
And I wondered what she was thinking
She was screaming about my drinking
People writing poems that no one ever shared
I was so damn scared
Of her Sounds of violence
Fools said I you do not know
When I fell I broke my toe
Hear my words that I might get first aid
In the bar is where I should have stayed
But my beer, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the walls of violence
That is when I bowed and prayed
That I could go back to second grade
And then she flashed out her warning
I felt a concussion forming
And she told me that the words of the warning will be written on the kitchen walls
Not in the halls
And whispered in the sounds of violence.
Parody of
Simon and Garfunkels Sounds of Silence.
This is a parody on Gee Officer Krupke from West Side Story .
Dear Doctor Grumpee
Nobody knows
Why I'm hooked on this site
Writing poetry and prose .
I write sonnet and haiku
Short tanka and monoku
Golly gee , to me it's poetry flu .
Gee Doctor Grumpee , I'm spewing' out words
I know it sounds crazy and really absurd
I ain't no Shakespeare
Don't misunderstand
This weird word-flow ain't planned .
It ain't planned ; It ain't planned
It ain't planned ; It ain't planned
No.. It ain't planned .
NURSE ICEMAN ; " His symptoms are so gory ".
SISTER AKSHUN ;" Lemme tell it to the ward " .
NURSE ICEMAN ; " No! Tell it to the Surgeon " .
Dear Surgeon Flick-Knife
My words simply flowed
Epigram , quatrain
Tetractys and ode
Elegy ballade
Nonet and rhyme
Suffering scalpels ! , now I'm feeling fine .