Some Poetry

[Q Classic]

things fall apart

(like
my
favorite
mug,
which
presently
fell
and
became)

glass on the dance floor

(which
you
shouldn't
step
on,
lest
you
get
nasty
cuts
on
your
foot.)

[Agathon]

Originally posted by Asher

Eh? That thread was about coming out to family, I've got years of experience under my belt already Agathon.

Rhyme!!!

[Boris Godunov]

Originally posted by Agathon
The dolorous music of Brahms
Is duller than all of the psalms
It's a pile of ****
rather than listen to it
I'd sooner molest animals on farms.

Brahms, psalms and farms don't remotely rhyme, you hack!

How about.

All of of Wagners works leave one haggard
It's tiresome to hear that lame blackguard
His music's too loud
And prove he's too proud
And only liked by an arrogant braggart

[Agathon]

Originally posted by Jaguar Warrior

Don't diss Brahms. You'll anger the one person mob
Which entirely consists of Boris the snob.

His snobbery is fake, and he dost only make
the ramblings of an uncultured slob.

[Dinner]

I like to go to poly
So I can look at all the folly
The commies rant and rave
Fez acts like a knave
While Ming sits as lord of the party

[Agathon]

Originally posted by Boris Godunov

Brahms, psalms and farms don't remotely rhyme, you hack!

In the fair Antipodes
we'll speak as we please.

[Jaguar]

Edited to remove my personal attack.
But I still rhyme better than the pretentious hack.

[Zero]

I think we've broke the whole "dont make personal attacks" rule even though most of them have been sarcastic

[Apocalypse]

Originally posted by Asher
Note: This is not my work (bolded my favorite line)

Ah, Asher....this is far better

i miss the sand on the concrete floors
i miss the way it was before
no one even knew me
your eyes looked right through me
and i'm taking off your clothes
and you bloom like a rose
i can't get away from you

and where the ocean meets the land
is like the sliding of your hand
it prickles up my skin
and i can feel the changing weather
ride alone along that coast
sense memories of your ghost
i can't get away from you

deliver me
one thing occurred to me and one thing that trips me up and
shut me up
one thing that trips me up, one thing won't give it up
deliver me
one thing occurred to me, one thing trips me up and, one thing reminded me and i go walk alone and
release
one thing you won't release and one thing won't give me peace
deliver me
and one thing will never go and know when i can go home and
deliver me

through the airport corridors
in the magazines in stores
if i see your face once more
cos you know i can't ignore it
i recognize that pose
when you bloomed like a rose
i can't get away from you

the jeep gets broke on a blown out road
and i'm a tourist with a real light load
will the government hold one month away
missed our places where we always stay
how come we always pick these spots
feeling like a have and the land of have-nots
sleeping on cots, wishin' that I had some tater tots

and there's postcards written i know i'll never send
the moment is gone and won't come again
i ride with souls who find no peace
still I look to you to find release
find release, find release

and the travelers return
through the panic doors
walking through the airport corridors
welcome back now from the foreign shores
and i walk alone
and the ghost that I carry is yours
tiger shark is azure blue
i hope the vision you had returns to you

[Agathon]

Originally posted by Zero
I think we've broke the whole "dont make personal attacks" rule even though most of them have been sarcastic

To poke fun at the lame
is the point of this game.

As long as it's in fun
we shall avoid Ming's gun.

But once over the line
swift justice shall descend upon us.

[Asher]

I think I'm the first CS student in history
To write something remotely poetic
The reason is no mystery
'tis because we're all pathetic

[Asher]

Originally posted by Apocalypse
Ah, Asher....this is far better

But not as good as

Summer time and the wind is blowing,
Outside in lower Chelsea.
And I don't know what I'm doing in this city
The sun is always in my eyes.
It crashes through the windows,
And I'm sleeping on the couch,
When I came to visit you.
That's when I knew.
I could never have you
I knew that before you did.

Still I'm feeling stupid,
And there's this burning,
Like there's always been,
I've never been so alone,
And I've never been so alive.

Visions of you on a motorcycle drive by,
Cigarette ash flies in your eyes,
And you don't mind,
And you smile,
And say the world doesn't fit with you.

I don't believe you,
You're so serene. Careening through the universe,
Your axis on a tilt,
Guiltless and free,
I hope you take a piece of me with you,

And there's things I'd like to do that,
You don't believe in,
I would like to build something,
You know it's never going to happen,

And there's this burning.
Like there's always been I've never been so alone.
And I've never been so alive,
Where's the soul.
I want to know,
New York City is evil.
The surface is everything,
but I could never do that,
Someone would see through that.
And this will be the last time,
We'll be friends again.
I'll get over you and you'll wonder,
Who I am.

And there's this burning,
Like there's always been,
I've never been so alone,
And I've never been so alive,

I go home to the coast.
It starts to rain,
I paddle out,
On the water

Alone

Taste the salt and taste the pain.
I'm not thinking of you again,

Summer dies and swells rise,
The sun goes down in my eyes,

See this rolling wave,
Darkly coming to take me,
Home,

And I never been so alone,
And I've never been so alive.

[Agathon]

Better:

I
Midwinter spring is its own season
Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown,
Suspended in time, between pole and tropic.
Whem the short day is brightest, with frost and fire,
The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches,
In windless cold that is the heart's heat,
Reflecting in a watery mirror
A glare that is blindness in the early afternoon.
And glow more intense than blaze of branch, or brazier,
Stirs the dumb spirit: no wind, but pentecostal fire
In the dark time of the year. Between melting and freezing
The soul's sap quivers. There is no earth smell
Or smell of living thing. This is the spring time
But not in time's covenant. Now the hedgerow
Is blanched for an hour with transitory blossom
Of snow, a bloom more sudden
Than that of summer, neither budding nor fading,
Not in the scheme of generation.
Where is the summer, the unimaginable
Zero summer?

[Apocalypse]

Originally posted by Asher
But not as good as

Arguably
Something a few leftists here might like as it is supposed to be about anti war protests. It also has a secondary meaning about the dangers of going deep inside someone...by that I mean hitting the cervix (I assume).

I met you at the barricade
it's fevered pitch where the crowd has gathered
You said the bow was breaking
You wanna get some coffee or something and then

float by the crowd that scatters
I found my people and nothing else matters
bullhorns feedback in stormy skies
No one listens but it's so hot when you try

Cos you've got a taste for danger
It turns you on (Danger)
Just take a look in your face
I know what's going on (what's going on)
You love the taste of danger

Tip-toe through the riots
vandals laced and braced for action
no sense, so consequence
you're a green stick fracture
bounce back at you!

Cos you love the taste of danger
So bring it on (Danger)
Just take a look in your face
I know what's going on (what's going on)
You've got a taste for danger

beggars stare at the brand new sneakers on the
anarchists and celebrity speakers
These are improbable days my friends
Tomorrow's mundane and all good things must end
The cops told the crowd they must disperse
Your pretty eyes fall as the tear gas burst
here come the horses and we move along
promise i'll see you but the moment is gone

(danger)

you're shocked when the spray can splatters
Deliver us from the chumps and suckers
You and me killing time in the present tense
Bound together for someone to fight against

Well you lost the taste for danger
And now it's gone (Danger)
Just take a look in your eyes
I know that something's wrong (what's going on)
You lost your taste for danger
I used to be a dissident citizen

you got a taste for danger
So bring it on (Danger)
You love the taste of danger
You love the taste of danger

And now it's gone (Danger, what's going on)
You've got a taste for danger

[Asher]

Modern poetry

We've all seen the man at the liquor store beggin' for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dread-locked, and full of mange
He asks a man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes
"Get a job you ****ing slob," is all he replies
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues

Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom that said he was in love
He said, "Don't worry about a thing, baby doll
I'm the man you've been dreaming of."
But 3 months later he say he won't date her or return her call
And she swear, "God damn, if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his
balls."
And then she heads for the clinic and
she gets some static walking through the door
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner
and they call her a whore
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose

I've seen a rich man beg
I've seen a good man sin
I've seen a tough man cry
I've seen a loser win
And a sad man grin
I heard an honest man lie
I've seen the good side of bad
And the downside of up
And everything between
I licked the silver spoon
Drank from the golden cup
And smoked the finest green
I stroked the baddest dimes at least a couple of times
before I broke their heart
You know where it ends, yo, it usually depends on where you start

I knew this kid named Max
who used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
He liked to hang out late
he liked to get ****-faced and keep the pace with thugs
Until late one night there was a big gun fight and Max lost his head
He pulled out his chrome .45, talked some ****, and wound up dead
Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of this pain
You know it crumbles that way
at least that's what they say when you play the game
God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose
Then you really might know what it's like...to have to lose