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bigfatdork
Now I Have Teeth
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Freeform Poetry Contest - round 2 (voting)
#2044495 - 10/26/03 11:03 AM (20 years, 5 months ago) |
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Enlighten us all as to your poetical preference and Cast your vote!
-------------------- "But it was alright, he had won the battle against himself, He Loved Big Brother"
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lucid
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Re: Freeform Poetry Contest - round 2 (voting) [Re: bigfatdork]
#2044705 - 10/26/03 12:45 PM (20 years, 5 months ago) |
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I wrote this short blurb when I was feeling kinda down (which is generally all the time )...
Where was I ? on a vacant street with no name, trying to fill my soul, with it's own remains...
On a brighter note, I've found inner peace, it was right outside, we were never destined to meet...
-------------------- "no-mind un-thinks no-thought..."
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caolite
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Re: Freeform Poetry Contest - round 2 (voting) [Re: lucid]
#2044956 - 10/26/03 02:31 PM (20 years, 5 months ago) |
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And We All Fall Down
Floating down the doors of perception, what ones are open have now been locked and replaced with light fixtures. This is the sea of the better man, brand-new, ready, and willing. Automaton auto-monotonous buzzing like a gun from the water. Rocks filled with moon dust fly like 2x4 boards of prey diving and clawing at our eyes. Wormwood sheets of glass raining down below, falling out of sight out of mines. Explode into the new you. Disfigured and real, walking right out of the pages and in-between the absolute. Cutting in line to your death, Chinese budging was never allowed. Out of place in a deadly race, laughing all the while. Why did you take that ticket away from Johnny when Sally says its right behind you? Why wait three days when three nights is more than enough. Stuff your face with apples, poison and ripe for the picking. D?j? vu finds its way into you, escape is provided with exit signs in colors of orange and green. Lines left right left of your juxtaposition. Look up and face your pacemaker, please distribute your magnifying glass lens on the T.V. dinner show tray. Puppets kill and lick their wounds like no other, with strings attached. No one means anything they cook in the complete balanced toaster over break-beatfast. Even free jazz costs a penny more than loosing a nickel. When women open jars of tears they say sickly poison in self-defense. How wondrous the site when provided with a ninety-eight cent popcorn bucket filled with the salt of last year?s thanksgiving dinner family. The only beast that clucks is the axe and a chopping board. V8 bloodstained hand-me-down cellos play the world for what they are. Roasting in its own spicy juices they come to board a sinking ship. Ugly and rusted as it sinks into the holographic pornography we call discovery of a new world. To love it, is to want it for your very own. To own it, is to wilt the pedals of an everlasting beauty, un-recreational and abused.
Does this fit? Or by free form do you mean something else. I have quite a few poems written in the style above. I dunno though if it counts?
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PeachMan
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Re: Freeform Poetry Contest - round 2 (voting) [Re: caolite]
#2044976 - 10/26/03 02:39 PM (20 years, 5 months ago) |
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I'm fantastic my words are like elastic i wrap words abound nouns stretch sentences into plastic like em to the phatic acro to the batic like frictions produces heat bad diction causes static i break my rhymes into fractions and into particles my articles precede my adjectives i had to give a vowel away and i ain't got none left...
i'm at a loss for words
i must report this theft cuz i'm not hardly even partly interested in your grammar pull the rug, release the plug snatch the film from out the camera
i go through phases write my lines in phrases put tropes around quotes bust narratives out of cages
i beat wack poems then stack cracked clones into concrete riddle holes in syll--les think up thoughts on the downbeat
the prose that i compose controls my foes and my flows fuck your woes
-------------------- Santa Claus ain't legal-- and he's around.
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NiamhNyx
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Re: Freeform Poetry Contest - round 2 (voting) [Re: PeachMan]
#2044997 - 10/26/03 02:48 PM (20 years, 5 months ago) |
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1- Viola, sing and I'll be your drum machine. We're noise and experiment and always struggling to be something like free. Acoustic juxtaposition and rattle. I'm a sine wave plus partials and harmonics (physical noise) We'll sing our bodies into being and remember what Formlessness feels like. I need to leave. I need to be.
2- There's a kind of silence more desireable than any grand ecstatic volume. Shift. Tongues and teeth claim momentum.
3- Sometimes silence seems so ridiculous and I can't help but laugh and shatter such barriers. Let's sing. Let's be sparrows or crows and disregard monotony. We'll scavenge experience from wastebings and never be afraid to collide with tommorrow. Weather separates indifference as I wait. You're travelling as I'm sitting. Patience can be thrilling.
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bigfatdork
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Re: Freeform Poetry Contest - round 2 (voting) [Re: NiamhNyx]
#2045158 - 10/26/03 03:53 PM (20 years, 5 months ago) |
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You pressed the edge of your voice Against my throat Nakedly trembling Steadying only the tip Steady while I clutched, drew in, severed and turned my back How sheer and hinged a question Like an oily red streak From the lips of a whore I Cry bastion to the wind Of a poisoned gut, swirling angel cut songbox flesh striped hip ridden and left the curb.
(blink)?dropofwaterinastillpond?(breath)
the bent strum equaling only your will Well Consider fathers broken love, touch White lipped blue finger nailed youth Imagine if
Wanted, and fending Chasing the denial of your own burning blood Became a sunrise to the sightless Thunder clapping on useless ears
Replace hungry thought With so many pounds of fat Stir in accolades given by only her (The Goddess) Giant and pristine to new opened eyes Juxtaposed by those who hold her form to Hate and lecherous abuse in the halls, walls, and bathrooms Of this modern life
Then speak you sympathetic painfilled Guilt ridden tone wanting confessiton see Red life make rivers in the corners of your ears Feel chill touch paused heart waiting to pawn inadequacies of assurance on me back turned and quickly becoming a Liar.
-------------------- "But it was alright, he had won the battle against himself, He Loved Big Brother"
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FtMnsWeedisDank
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Re: Freeform Poetry Contest - round 2 (voting) [Re: bigfatdork]
#2045253 - 10/26/03 04:33 PM (20 years, 5 months ago) |
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Sitting on my roof I Jitter and hesitate. Waiting for salvation to come on his bike. Minutes seem like hours, hours like days. And in turn those days mere seconds. Flash...Boom, My eyes turn to dust. Living this lie is my only choice I can't stop now, for I've lost myself long ago.
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Great Scott
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Re: Freeform Poetry Contest - round 2 (voting) [Re: FtMnsWeedisDank]
#2046952 - 10/27/03 09:31 AM (20 years, 5 months ago) |
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Wandering through the woods My mind an unsettling blizzard Of feelings and emotions Pouring through the spectrum Meandering from one thought to the next All my memories, one collective element Searching for a purpose, a meaning, an answer But who poses the question? Is it me, or some external force? Guiding me blindly through my waking life Each minute, each hour, each day Another scratch on the surface
This life isn?t mine I don?t belong here Is anyone watching Does anyone care The same story persists Shifting with times and settings The simplicity of it all Almost makes me laugh Who are these faces And what do they want The possibilities are endless And the answer is pointless When we all return to dust Let our minds roam the emptiness Without desire without worry Until the end becomes the beginning
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Mystical_Craven
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Re: Freeform Poetry Contest - round 2 (voting) [Re: Great Scott]
#2047167 - 10/27/03 11:10 AM (20 years, 5 months ago) |
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[QUICK REPLY]
you people don't visit the Marketplace forum very often do you (Muppet was holding a poetry contest last week...bigfatdork was just saying you all should go vote on who should win)
-------------------- "Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go..." T.S. Eliot
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