Poems Of Any Length

[Queso]

Same song?

No way.

The only song that me and him are both a part of is the song of existence.

Sure, he lives down the road with 30 cats

but our songs are very

very different.

this is not a poem.

[Racoon]

This is Not a Dream

Things clearly aren't what they seem. :lol:

[Racoon]

. :) :lol:

[Racoon]

Soft landing,

PLUSH CUSHIONS,

 

feels elementary,

psuedo - science!:lol:

[Racoon]

I hear the frogs,

chirping the melodious song,

 

Medicine Flutes,

 

Rain drizzles down,

along side thunderous clouds

 

Its a new rebirth

Seasons delight.,

[Pyrotex]

The Clue

by Nelson Thompson, 2006

 

Sherlock Holmes, the famous detective,

out with Watson, in no way defective,

Were seeking out the evil Moriarty,

Leader of a law-breaking party.

Up and down the docks at the river,

They search in vain as they shiver,

Looking for clues in the London night fog,

Thickened as pea soup, an airy bog.

"What are we looking for?" said Doctor Watson.

"A clue!" said the Sherlock, turning about on

The heel of his boot, cobblestones clicking,

Mournful foghorns their ears apricking.

They rounded a corner and followed a street,

And there, behold, a strange sight to meet:

A large oval door, painted bright yellow.

"Here's Moriarty! We'll find the fellow,

behind yonder door! I swear on my honor!

The game's afoot Watson! That bastard's a goner!"

They broke in and found him, caught by surprise.

The police arrived and dispatched their prize.

Said Watson, quite puzzled, asked how he knew

The Moriarty was there? What was the clue?

Sherlock grinned to his fellow gentry.

"Ah, Doctor Watson, it was a-lemon-entry!!!"

:D :) :D :D :lol:

[Loricybin]

you mean to tell me

i really gotta sit through this again?

 

suh - sear - seriously

i think i feel the bones bend

 

and that skull, with the oral protrusions

who the hell thought of TEETH ?!?

 

oh that's right it was me, shining

and trying to find a way

to grind away

at the sustinance in my face

before it went the whole way through

 

to the fecal passages

also K as

le cornhole extraordinaire!

[Pyrotex]

The Shadow

Nelson Thompson, 1989

 

The shadow raced at a pace that looked less leisurely

Than clouds typically move.

It poured over the colors of Spring's splendor

Leaving behind dulled and muted monotones.

It swallowed up the sidewalks like spaghetti,

Engulfed trees with immaterial hunger,

Reduced the silver spires of street lamps to cold gray sticks.

As quiet as death, with the precision of a sweeping secondhand,

It flowed smoothly to the edge of the street

That marked the end of a block.

The concrete roadway, bemedaled with stripes of yellow,

Was the last barrier, the final bastion defending

The roof spangled suburban forest that stretched to the horizon.

My eyes beheld the stop sign and my mind echoed,

"STOP!"

 

Perhaps it was just a momentary delusion,

For humans are prey to seeing what they want to believe.

Or then again, the peculiar angle of my perspective,

Sitting as I was in a chamber on the seventh floor,

Subjected to the inexorable flow of bureaucratic mindlessness.

 

The shadow paused.

For an instant, the curb dammed back the tide of sunlessness.

The road held.

A sparrow wheeled in the sky.

But I blinked.

And the shadow crossed the street.

[InfiniteNow]

The horizon has changed colors

It's dark

Inside me all the time

Tempered with hope

 

Messy

Busy

Clean again

Alive and Dead

This is only a beginning

[Queso]

too bad we're dead.

[Racoon]

We all end up dead Orby-san,

like it or not?

Death is only the beginning

Because there is Thought...

 

 

Birth creates death

and death creates birth

Its all a matter of faith and energy

The reason for our Earth!

 

 

:eek: :lol:

[Pyrotex]

Sing a Song of Death

Nelson Thompson, 2006

 

You gotta die! I gotta die!

Alla God's chilluns gotta die!

And do I see an apple pie?

Way up beyond the cloudy sky?

Alla God's chilluns gotta die!

 

The good news is:

We are sentient organic beings that have been born.

The bad news is: the same.

We are aware of our own fate,

That neither we nor our science can tame.

 

I roll the dice and move seven spaces.

Aha! I get to be a rocket scientist!

Now it's your turn. Roll them fast.

Move your piece along the path of Life.

Have fun and hope it will last.

 

You draw a card from the deck of Life.

It could mean money or a new wife.

It could mean disease and impending death.

Farewell, friend, you drew your last breath.

 

You gotta die! I gotta die!

Alla God's chilluns gotta die!

And do I see an apple pie?

Way up beyond the cloudy sky?

Alla God's chilluns gotta die!

[bpjg2fat]

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length of any poem

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[Loricybin]

sometimes i like to sit on the bus

and if some people knew they surely would fuss

 

but that's because i would think about us

and play with the thing and imagine our luss'

 

and when the white stuff finally came

i'd decide to wipe it

on a newspaper

 

 

 

 

(and disturb people with thoughts of a lori on a bus

rubbing his boy parts):lol:

[Queso]

My letter to my senses went as follows:

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Senses,

 

I thought for sure I had lost all mind-

for,

dodge the poe

and you will know

That there were no glances,

here.

Stumble upon;

Find.

 

Where was it all along?

While mind,

remained unlocated-

You can not lose

what's not been found,

right?

 

So I Sat,

and realized

that I was a tall coincidence of molecules who somehow

due to evolution

Thought about My Thoughts,

And others I encounter.

 

 

 

I, Conscious

+

Cohesive

 

Tune you out,

my Senses-

I speak to you verbally and detect with you.

I think about how I am Thinking about Identifying

 

Where my mind is in space.

More location

My origin,

once again,

Identifying

Identity

Naturally restoring, regenerating

Revolving

 

My mind- In dimensions??

Where O,

Where is the Mind

You all Lose,

O where

O WHERE can it Be?

 

Will I ever get the chance to choose?

Or Was I going to write this letter all along? Every smear I sense as symbols through you,

Here I am reacting to actions

in this Natural process

on a beautiful rock

overflowing with humans

who're really products of

ACTION

reacting and casting a spell

upon the galaxy

with our triumphant song

of an existence we

observe(d)

And Will for as long

as we can.

 

I communicate to my Senses

now,

to know I just

THOUGHT

about how I feel so strange out there on Concrete.

There used to be an orchard

Right here

on Quito,

on Cox!

on Campbell!

 

 

Still,

 

all of this was going to

HAPPEN

all along,

 

Therefore,

Free Will does not exist-

 

 

 

I could also say that free Will DOES exist,

and in this sense, I would be referring to the mind,

Once again,

Free will does exist as a concept in our mind

because we acknowledge it

Through you.-

my Senses,

 

I can not stop thinking about

how the Earth is going to

fix our overpopulated mess-

Just right then, I gradually morphed into a couple of tears

and Thought

 

How weird it felt to Be-

To be is

To be balanced.

 

Everything is balanced and balancing.

 

 

We all know there is an

equal and opposite reaction to every

single action,

 

We, as Space,

are unfolding into

the future;

 

an insignificant display of LIFE

 

A parade for the City Mayor

who wears a wig anonymously.

 

 

 

I am the wind blowing that mans tupee far

FAR

away.

 

I become the forest

you,

My Senses,

draw-

 

that I am drawn to

thru morning rays.

 

 

Pools of translucent

Manna,

 

 

where Native americans would

grind walnuts

in the shade.

 

 

 

limbless equation in warm dirt,

we wade=

 

 

I can walk away from you,

you know,

You're all ways and there

'til we decay.

 

Brief gusts past trunks.

Take me with you

 

To voice my intent, disperse this existence

This way,

and that-

 

Push the particles of the air onward,

some leaves will shiver down their stems,

I've grown in two,

these trees absorb it All.

 

This was where you helped me

analyze the silence of

BLOOD

circulating throughout this

body,

 

I beg of you with motion to gather all of the data necessary to locate Mind.

You would allow me

to know

that my intentions to Caress

Minds

full,

filled,

experienced,

and ready to lose

So I can watch

my body

Tumble

from the third Person.

[Loricybin]

My Friend Amber

last time we spoke

i was trying to choke

and i thought it was simply brilliant

 

now that i've seen

how stupid that seems,

it's never again in a million

 

last night, for true

something was new

that sparkley thing in your eyes

 

both evolved

and becoming involved

in the shaping of animal lives

 

sitting there staring

at your long hair flaring,

that bottle of good ol' JD

 

looking at you

looking at me, i

knew that we know we are free

 

walking and talking

the late night stalking

amongst the city of silence

 

it's kind of funny

how few people know

the beauty and peace at this time

 

too bad we couldn't

connect with the giant

in all his green and glory

 

but whattaya expect

when the drug world is kept

in control by the tired and sorry?

 

but green, clean

or sloppy machine

last night was simply amazing

 

the sun came back

and i hopped on my track

and began rolling back

through the hazing

:hyper:

[Pyrotex]

Dream Saucer

Nelson Thompson, 2006

 

It was a dream, I say, just a dream

Fabricated on the raw edge of waking.

There was a flying saucer of immensity

In the middling distance. A thin sea fog

Almost obscured the sight of a multitude

Of escalators loading people in simple clothing.

The atmosphere was one of adventure

And regrets unspoken, as before a long journey.

A woman in the foreground set down two cases

And turned to talk to a gentleman nearby.

I picked up a newspaper and this I read:

 

"The well-worn cases, coyly posing as attaches,

Actually held unframed the canvases of

Stuart Mills, whose oils reflected

The brilliant colors of sky, trees and flowers,

Colors the Human Mind would soon forget, yet,

Would linger in the cultural subconciousness,

And one day would inspire Mankind

To build a newer Earth, a saner world,

A new Civilization worthy of that name,

With new children playing among new gardens."

 

Arthur C. Clarke would have been proud.