Paper garden blues...
Paper garden blues...
My ‘poetry’ on the subject of forums and the internet..
Written in the last two years and collected together from various threads in no particular order.. Some are just quick sketches written on the spur of the moment and some took hours.. Sadly you can’t really tell one from the other.. hmmm.
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THE TROLL..
Once I saw a troll; who sat beneath a tree.
He told me he was better than I could ever be.
I said not a word but smiled at this **** poor repartee.
“You say nothing?†He said “: so I think you must agree.â€
“Nothing is what I’m telling you Troll. Try talking to the tree.
If I respond to f**king stupid, how stupid would that make me?
~
THE SPAMMER.
Mediocrity let's lose your bastard child.
They’re typing crap, They’re spamming wild.
Spewing words like verbal suppositories.
Retching up endless written atrocities.
Quoting sweet scented wisdom, piety in pornocracy,
to mask the stench of teenage hypocrisy.
Mediocrity lets waste this waste of breath.
Before they bore us all to death.
~
PAPER GARDEN BLUES..
So drops the acid fairy,
Into the mind of the unawary.
Intoxication bated my willful breath;
As cool the rise of a lingering death.
And so it was with I.
All shod in sunlight and with lips to thigh.
Dressed in her many splendid lie.
Drowning in the inviolate beds;
Of the paper garden blues, and reds.
So stops the acid fairy.
There to find the foolishly wary.
Poisons to steel the breath.
Death by black silk lingerie no less.
Or so it seemed to me.
All grown in a mystery she lies.
Each last breath, each lover sighs.
In the luscious garden hues,
of the paper gardens reds, and blues.
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IDLE WIRE
F**k are we bored tonight.
Are the words to ebb so trite.
In and out the muddy myrrh.
clarity lost on steely wire.
~
FORUM FOG.
Forum fog has descended on a labyrinthine mess.
Which fool said nothing succeeds like excess ?
Another wave, another fragile truth;
to sink into the sands of restless youth.
Perpetual emotion on a darkened shore.
(There’s another bright spark for the damp human flaw.)
What are we all doing here but stacking the shelves;
with loose definitions of our tin-idol selves.
“But wait, out there, On the waves, proof in quotes.
Some of the droplets do sparkle, but ‘sh*t always floats’.
~
SHY (I F**ked my friend )
I watched you shy of the mirror,
Stealing yourself away you shiver to see this rag tag carnival pass. A bedroom spider sits and scrolls and sneers at the spammers, the poets and the trolls.. These dead faced angels will scour each thread to watch for the echo from things they have said. In the insomniac’s vigil at the edge of the web.
And there too, spouting the wisdom of a bygone age, like some flee bitten parrot in a bright electric cage; an odious intellectual turns an erudite ode, as the girl with cat has ‘ just named it toad ’.Yet no twinkle in the eye or deep breathy sigh, no laughter will ever intrude, on the rarified air of the cynic who cares to be indifferent and globally rude.
The psychobabble shoppers with their dreary fixes; babble on and on anon’ to the theology mixers. Tourists on a tour of dark lurid spaces, they illuminate the corners to see too fresh faces. Flowers grow too briefly in the darkness here. They shed their petals with sickening cheer. The hot sour breath will deflower all, here
~
Written in the last two years and collected together from various threads in no particular order.. Some are just quick sketches written on the spur of the moment and some took hours.. Sadly you can’t really tell one from the other.. hmmm.
~
THE TROLL..
Once I saw a troll; who sat beneath a tree.
He told me he was better than I could ever be.
I said not a word but smiled at this **** poor repartee.
“You say nothing?†He said “: so I think you must agree.â€
“Nothing is what I’m telling you Troll. Try talking to the tree.
If I respond to f**king stupid, how stupid would that make me?
~
THE SPAMMER.
Mediocrity let's lose your bastard child.
They’re typing crap, They’re spamming wild.
Spewing words like verbal suppositories.
Retching up endless written atrocities.
Quoting sweet scented wisdom, piety in pornocracy,
to mask the stench of teenage hypocrisy.
Mediocrity lets waste this waste of breath.
Before they bore us all to death.
~
PAPER GARDEN BLUES..
So drops the acid fairy,
Into the mind of the unawary.
Intoxication bated my willful breath;
As cool the rise of a lingering death.
And so it was with I.
All shod in sunlight and with lips to thigh.
Dressed in her many splendid lie.
Drowning in the inviolate beds;
Of the paper garden blues, and reds.
So stops the acid fairy.
There to find the foolishly wary.
Poisons to steel the breath.
Death by black silk lingerie no less.
Or so it seemed to me.
All grown in a mystery she lies.
Each last breath, each lover sighs.
In the luscious garden hues,
of the paper gardens reds, and blues.
~
IDLE WIRE
F**k are we bored tonight.
Are the words to ebb so trite.
In and out the muddy myrrh.
clarity lost on steely wire.
~
FORUM FOG.
Forum fog has descended on a labyrinthine mess.
Which fool said nothing succeeds like excess ?
Another wave, another fragile truth;
to sink into the sands of restless youth.
Perpetual emotion on a darkened shore.
(There’s another bright spark for the damp human flaw.)
What are we all doing here but stacking the shelves;
with loose definitions of our tin-idol selves.
“But wait, out there, On the waves, proof in quotes.
Some of the droplets do sparkle, but ‘sh*t always floats’.
~
SHY (I F**ked my friend )
I watched you shy of the mirror,
Stealing yourself away you shiver to see this rag tag carnival pass. A bedroom spider sits and scrolls and sneers at the spammers, the poets and the trolls.. These dead faced angels will scour each thread to watch for the echo from things they have said. In the insomniac’s vigil at the edge of the web.
And there too, spouting the wisdom of a bygone age, like some flee bitten parrot in a bright electric cage; an odious intellectual turns an erudite ode, as the girl with cat has ‘ just named it toad ’.Yet no twinkle in the eye or deep breathy sigh, no laughter will ever intrude, on the rarified air of the cynic who cares to be indifferent and globally rude.
The psychobabble shoppers with their dreary fixes; babble on and on anon’ to the theology mixers. Tourists on a tour of dark lurid spaces, they illuminate the corners to see too fresh faces. Flowers grow too briefly in the darkness here. They shed their petals with sickening cheer. The hot sour breath will deflower all, here
~
Paper garden blues...
gonna have to "borrow" the Fog one.
Get your mind out of the gutter - it's blocking my view
Mind like a steel trap - Rusty and Illegal in 37 states.
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Wolverine wrote: gonna have to "borrow" the Fog one.
Yer welcome too ..s'long as you give it back
Yer welcome too ..s'long as you give it back
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Wow! These are really good. I really like them.
:-6
:-6
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Rapunzel wrote: Wow! These are really good. I really like them.
:-6
Thanks, I should point out that 'paper garden blues' was written into a post as an example of nonsense poetry, I liked it all the same though..
:-6
Thanks, I should point out that 'paper garden blues' was written into a post as an example of nonsense poetry, I liked it all the same though..
- Trixie Belle
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Gygsy yer so amazing... **swoon** :-4
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Don't use *****'n Yellow !!! XXXX TY
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i can read it again and it shines just as brightly. X makes me want to write some more...
- nvalleyvee
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I was a really bad poet between 15 and 20..........
Dang I thought I could write................
NOT
Do you what is sad is that at 43 years old I finally threw out that poetry I wrote at such a young age. I kept it and always thought it was good..............IT WAS CRAP. It was actually very bad. But we hold on to our youth is some ways and think we must have known something.
If we had known something as a youth..........we would have been published....
Dang I thought I could write................
NOT
Do you what is sad is that at 43 years old I finally threw out that poetry I wrote at such a young age. I kept it and always thought it was good..............IT WAS CRAP. It was actually very bad. But we hold on to our youth is some ways and think we must have known something.
If we had known something as a youth..........we would have been published....
The growth of knowledge depends entirely on disagreement..........Karl R. Popper
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youth is a naive poet... maybe you can write better now.
Paper garden blues...
ARgi wrote: i can read it again and it shines just as brightly. X makes me want to write some more...
You're too kind Argi.. Makes me want to write some more too .. It's been a long time since I did some ..I've loads of ideas I've never got round to using .. maybe I'll get to it now.
You're too kind Argi.. Makes me want to write some more too .. It's been a long time since I did some ..I've loads of ideas I've never got round to using .. maybe I'll get to it now.
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Gygz wrote: You're too kind Argi.. Makes me want to write some more too .. It's been a long time since I did some ..I've loads of ideas I've never got round to using .. maybe I'll get to it now.
X don't you love the feeling of a new forum you can sink into like a cushy chair? savor it... who knows how long we'll be wecome here writing poetry like this
X don't you love the feeling of a new forum you can sink into like a cushy chair? savor it... who knows how long we'll be wecome here writing poetry like this
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I'm not sure I like the way you point at my poems when you say that Argi ..
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Gygz wrote: I'm not sure I like the way you point at my poems when you say that Argi ..
i said 'we' ...you know i'm only teasing, shmoopy.
i said 'we' ...you know i'm only teasing, shmoopy.
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ARgi wrote: i said 'we' ...you know i'm only teasing, shmoopy.
I was hoping you knew I was
I was hoping you knew I was
- chonsigirl
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Do you post your poetry anywhere else?
I ask, because I also go to a poetry site...............
I ask, because I also go to a poetry site...............
- CheshireCat
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Gygz wrote: You're too kind Argi.. Makes me want to write some more too .. It's been a long time since I did some ..I've loads of ideas I've never got round to using .. maybe I'll get to it now.
Please write some more! This is good stuff!
nice to have you around! :-6
Please write some more! This is good stuff!
nice to have you around! :-6
"My body is the earth but my head is in the stars."
God Bless BR!!!
God Bless BR!!!
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chonsigirl wrote: Do you post your poetry anywhere else?
I ask, because I also go to a poetry site...............
Well ,,. I post poetry wherever I'm posting .. I can't maintain interest in more than one forum at a time and I haven't a clue how others do..
I'd be fascinated to see this poetry site of yours if you send me the URL .I could see yours too
:-3
I ask, because I also go to a poetry site...............
Well ,,. I post poetry wherever I'm posting .. I can't maintain interest in more than one forum at a time and I haven't a clue how others do..
I'd be fascinated to see this poetry site of yours if you send me the URL .I could see yours too
:-3
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CheshireCat wrote: Please write some more! This is good stuff!
nice to have you around! :-6
Thanks CC.. I intend too.. ..eeeeer
nice to have you around! :-6
Thanks CC.. I intend too.. ..eeeeer
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Poetry has never got me wired...
The best I could ever do was snippets in the "Crap Poetry Thread" and that was probably my best...
The best I could ever do was snippets in the "Crap Poetry Thread" and that was probably my best...