Poems Of Any Length

[Racoon]

had to spit

 

had to take a sh^t,

 

had to suck that tit! :hyper:

 

Had to be a little bit.. :steering:

[Queso]

when i Pee I chime in

with a silent hum,

Imagining the symphony of every human

within my moment of Valve Flow

everybody

everybody

everybody

[Racoon]

When the Pee hits Me

the wind chimes sound melodious :)

 

When the crap hits the fan,

I feel like a New Man! :wink: :gift: :hyper:

 

:steering: ;)

[Queso]

what a life thru the eyes of a child

and ears from the north.

[Queso]

so imagine a low amplitube signal with a track of seans ocarina sent to the moogerfooger analog delay just a tad while you automate the Time, and Feedback knobs with automation, On the fly! Sounds nice i think,

[Loricybin]

it sounds as if

someone has been calling from the north.

 

but is it the sheath that hath been torcth

 

 

 

stop the way of keebernetignaljouretics.

 

heyheyhehyheyheyheyheyheyheyheyheyheyheyhey

[Pyrotex]

Give Me a Starship -- v.2

Nelson Thompson, 2006

 

Give me a ship, a nifty starship,

That's one hundred and ten meters long.

It would look like a cross between the Concord,

And the SR-71 Blackbird on steroids.

Five honkin' engines, two over three,

Would jut from the rear, blasting plasma

To claw my way out of gravity wells.

A fusion meson-catalytic reactor supplies the power

To the Quantum Gravitational Discontinuity field.

I can hover without rockets like a dirigible in air.

The hab section up front has three decks.

This is the command bridge, holding only four seats,

Squashed two by two, and surrounded by

The Sensor Sphere. Wrap-around display of any and all

Data by the Terabytes from external cams

And radar, lidar, exdar, gamdar, gravdar and sims.

It's like being inside an all-seeing god's eyeball.

Check out the master bedroom. Built for four,

If they are very good friends. Computer makes five.

Middle deck is the lounge and galley.

Master chef kitchen and a sound system that rocks.

Bottom deck looks into the cargo bay.

Two hundred tons of whatever, baby, I'll take it

Anywhere you want it. Or load up with camping gear.

How about a fortnight on Vindemiatrix 7-D prime?

She's not much for guns, would rather run.

But there are four tiny missiles around here.

They have more brain power than I do,

And five kilotons of nasty temper besides.

Okay, friends, time to strap yourselves in.

Que Gee Dee field at level 7, ready for 21!

Fusion output at standard max and holding!

Sun coming up fast, speed two thousand micro-C!

Hyperbolic trajectory to Belatrix holding clean!

Field strength shift on the cross hairs!

Here it comes!

Punchout in eight, seven, six...

Listen to this baby hum!

Gives me a hardon every time!

Two, ONE, ZE...

[Racoon]

Good one Pyro! Gee, I am all in praise of you lately..:hyper:

 

Where is Vindematrix 7-D prime??

Beam us all over there...

Shuttle needs a little Rigging

Cant figure out this Frigging.......$%!@#$

 

;)

 

Sorry! I posted so fast on Pyro's cool poem above, that I didn't leave it up for a little while longer, as the last post :confused:

my bad...

[Pyrotex]

Good one Pyro! Gee, I am all in praise of you lately..:confused:

Where is Vindematrix 7-D prime??

...

The star Vindemiatrix (Scientific Name Epsilon Virginis) is located at right ascension 13h 2.177m and declination 10° 57.550' in the constellation Virgo.

 

Vindemiatrix is a relatively bright star with a magnitude of 2.83, making easily visible to the naked eye even in poor seeing conditions, like from large cities. The spectral class of this star is G8IIIab, making it similar in size and color to our sun.

 

It is not known at this time if Vindemiatrix has any planets. But if there were, and the seventh planet was a Jupiter gas giant, and it had at least four moons, then the fourth moon would be Vindemiatrix 7-D. "Prime"--I dunno, maybe that means the moon is habitable. I just thought it sounded good. ;)

 

Thank you!!!!!!!!!! :hyper:

[Loricybin]

an Atypical timeline of wonder, in five halves

6:00PM

hello, you little blue bastards.

what are you going to tell me tonight?

 

-oh it's a secret, aye?

that's fine, just tell me when you're ready.

 

7:45PM

hello you gigantic expanse in the tiniest space.

you stupid oakland head.

 

-oh you say you don't like me either?

that's fine, just let me pass on through

 

8:15PM

hello you warehouse, the same one from last time.

i guess we didn't really need all those fancy directions.

 

-but if it's in the same place, and the last one got shut down, , ,

doesn't that mean our impending DOOM???

 

who cares, we're here. i'm only taking one of you, and leaving the other in the car for afterwards.

*gulp*

 

9:00PM

hello, my 25 glowsticks. and how are you today?

*SNAP! CRAKK! "OWWWW!"*

 

-that's fine, my little alien babies,

you will be traded for love, peace, maybe a puff off that little glass thing there . . .

 

9:30

HEY YOU, CYBER NUNCHUCKS, WILL YOU TOPPLE THEIR MASSIVE WALLS OF ENERGY??

HIIIIYAAAAAAAA!

 

-it's fine, but i should've eaten for SURE.

oh wow, there's isaiah . . .

 

10

some mysteries explored

from deep within

 

-is it illegal to be this in tune?

oh, wait, yea, i think so.

 

MIDNIGHT

HELLO everybody, having taken one more than me.

but mine is in the car, and i can't leave the warehouse.

 

-that's fine, so long as this jerk can give me one now,

i'll just give him MINE after the rave . . . BUT HIS OFFER RETRACTS BEFORE MY EYES . . .

 

MIDNIGHT FIFTEEN

hello, luscious *** and beauti-full breasts

without you, i wouldn't have gotten that little red bastard, either. (gulp)

 

it took some boobly convincing, but . . .

-she always gets her way-

 

12:30

HELLO YOU BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL WOOORLD!

OH HOW I'VE MISSED YOU IN MY ISOLATED REALITY!

 

-it's fine if you wanna dissapear sometimes,

anything THIS great needs a rest once in a while, you infinite knowledge, you

 

1

hello arms, plese stop flinging

i feel as if i'm going to let food fly forwards

 

-that's fine,

so long as security doesn't notice

 

2

i knew i wouldn't lose you, good o'l stomach acids . . .

HELLO MIND OF MATTER

 

-its all fun and games until someone's heart stops

whether from beauty AND/OR exhaustion

 

2:15?

i'd like to slip my finger up the backside of THAT one.

lookat those neon green fishnets and those

 

tiny tiny shorts.

 

-that'd be fine, as long as she didn't stab me. . .

better keep moving

 

3:00

oh no

i'm lost . . .

 

in my

own pleasure

 

3:30

i can't believe

they would play

MY ****ING SONG

at one of these things.

 

"looks like he really IS the supervisor"

 

 

and 4

 

oh sweet and poisonous

4 o'clock

 

they had to cut you short

because your energy was too hot

your light too brilliant

your emotions too unstable

your feelings TOO intense

your sounds too inhuman

your dancing too wild

your smells too RAWWW

your TOUCH too powerful

your drug use prohibited by law . . .

 

and so, we climb back to our vehicular dino-boxes

only to realize ( at least, I DID )

 

that the guy,

the favor,

the pill,

HAHAHAHAHAHAH

 

he FORGOT!!!

 

looks like i've got an extra blue bastard.

 

"TO THE POCKET WITH YOU!!!"

 

 

 

6:00

and so, in oakland, when she was crashing the hardest,

i figure, she is half the reason this is here,

 

"wanna split a . . . ?"

 

oops.

 

guess i shouldn't have done THAT one.

 

8 oclock AM

famous last words . . .

 

 

 

 

*pathetically distantly zombie voice*

"I'm . . . soooooooooo . . . fuuuuuuucked, , , , , ,

 

 

 

uuuppp. . . "

[Tarantism]

the Mariachi who Played the Universe

 

a cloud of sketched patterns among the black frey,

the figure bursts in to the room, and the doors of perception rattle, droaning against the thick flamenco walls of the parlor,

planets move around the room with their repective and suggestive orbits,

each with its own set of eyes to see the flash dancing of the light upon the thick wooden boards like a stage, trees that have been holding their breath for a century.

an echo can be heard from somewhere along the outskirts of the desert of infinity,

and somewhere the mariachi still plays though in such lowly tones that only the tumbling turning earth can hear the frequencies.

his head cocked towards the right side of the room,

he flipped thought bullets in his left hand,

throwing them several feet into the air, and then snapping them from flight,

in a row, one by one by one.

he had 17 stictches, one for each mishap fiasco, and these sutchers held back the memories from swallowing whole their captive.

he was a machine, a continuous math problem child with toungue in cheek, deadly, but contained, such as gunpowder in wasted bullets,

a consious disaster spiraling down a tube of forged memories.

and then from dribble comes a stranger,

a small newcomer to this abyss of spiderweb process.

politely and sheepishly, it intoduces itself, smiling from the corners of its river mouth, a slithery glimpse of decision in its eyes, hiding the big bang inside its palms of seeming forever,

now to be revealed as finite, a chain in time that begins and ends,

and then, seeping into the pavement,

the rotary channels fill with dileuted ions,

molecules that feed themselves with energy sparks,

coming from this explosion.

eventually a fire finds its end,

horizon sparks flickered along the coast,

nerve endings sparking towards the sunsirse gradent,

a half speckle haze along the outer docks to infinity

the sun, deepest blue, appeared aligned with the backwards lettering

dressed in robes, a aqua form floated along the coastline, emerging from the lower depths and outer regions, from deeper cavities on the jaws of the earth,

and a mechanical laughter filled our ears,

the ghost in the mechine making its artificial and programmed response,

ions firing to uncountable degrees in the stitched patchwork sky.

[InfiniteNow]

Look at that leaf

Dancing

Drifting

Downward. It's

happy. Floating.

 

A gust...

carried away,

with added sway.

 

It's colorful. Bright.

Touch the ground.

 

Never mind.

It was a butterfly.

 

How cool. :messenger

[Loricybin]

Look at that leaf

Dancing

Drifting

Downward. It's

happy. Floating.

 

A gust...

carried away,

with added sway.

 

It's colorful. Bright.

Touch the ground.

 

Never mind.

It was a butterfly.

 

How cool. :messenger

 

:eek2:

[Racoon]

Uh Oh! :eek2:

Do not let IN start poeticizing...:eek2:

 

A haiku: by Racoon

 

State of suchness now,

Bending like windy forest,

Will sunset perchance?

 

:umno: :)

[Loricybin]

this haiku is much

superior to racoon's

it has no purpose

[Pyrotex]

mental lethargy

paint dries as second hand blurs

am I gonna die?

[Pyrotex]

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